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It takes a long time for Enji to be okay with Hawks taking the lead.
Which is fine overall; Hawks knew the big guy had a lot of personal emotions and situations to work out before they could even get to that intimate part of their relationship let alone where Enji would be in a position of vulnerability. He could wait.
It was nice watching it unfold if he was being honest with himself. Like seeing a teenager try to appeal to their crush even though Hawks was already caught in his grasp. All Enji had to do was hold up his arm and Hawks would perch on it like it was second nature.
When they do eventually get to a sexual point in their relationship, it's electric, just like Hawks thought it would be. Enji needs a little guidance the first few times— he keeps trying to rush or just isn't sure how to go about an idea he has— but once he learns all of Hawks' preferences? It's game over. And Hawks loves it.
And Hawks knows he's going to have to play the long game when the idea to give back all he's been given comes to mind, but that's okay. For once, he doesn't mind going slow. For Enji he'd become a snail if it meant not fucking up this thing they had.
So he briefly mentions it at first. "Do you need me to return the favor?" The reaction he gets that first time is about what he'd expected: flames, a lot of frantically, half yelled curses, but it's less angry and more just embarrassed. How dare Hawks ever insinuate that Enji should bottom. The bird honestly laughs about it once the heat dies down. Ridiculous
But it doesn't discourage him. He gets bolder. Wandering hands pinch and massage at the pert ass of the Number One Hero when they're idling. He introduced Enji to ass eating after many, many, many talks about hygiene and promises that "it'll feel good, babe, don't worry."
Enji refuses to admit he makes anything more than a few huffs of air when Hawks' tongue is working him open but he heard that cut-off whimper and there was no denying the moan that filled the air when Hawks grabs Enji's cock and strokes him in time with his mouth. Sweet, sweet satisfaction.
They stay at that stage for a while. Enji tries his hand at eating Hawks out and he picks up on it quickly. Hawks almost prefers his tongue over his cock, though when he jokes about it to the man's face, he doesn't get said cock for a week no matter how badly he whines.
Enji goes to therapy. He gets healthier. It's not perfect but nobody is. He's still the man Hawks fell for, just with a few more breathing exercises and an acceptance that his life is a little messy. But he's getting better. It's admirable.
They're about a year into the relationship and a year and a half into those therapy sessions when Hawks really wants to treat his lover good. He starts slow, butters him up with dinner, (it's just take-out but it's Enji's favorite place), and a few episodes of mindless game shows. Enji knows Hawks is relaxing him for bedroom romps; they've been dating long enough that he can tell from a mile away. And it works. Hawks nibbles his ear and neck, massages a deep scar on his side, and rumbles any responses in the back of his throat. Trilling. Thrilling. Lovely.
They're in the bedroom before long, stripped down and panting from the too intense kisses Hawks loves to give. He lays Enji on his back on the bed, and Enji lets him pull his legs over those tiny shoulders. He's gotten used to this. Hawks' tongue on him. Hawks expertly laps at him, works him up, works him open just enough to feel but not be uncomfortable. It's heavenly, and the Flame Hero rewards his birdie with sighs and occasionally groans when those slight talons run along the meat of his thighs.
But when Hawks presses his thumb a little too far down, barely brushing over where his tongue was just swiping at, Enji's thighs snap close, keeping his lover in place.
"What do you think you're doing?"
He's met with an unconcerned laugh.
"Sorry for the shock. I just..." There's a pause, which has Enji's interest peaking because Hawks doesn't pause often. He's really been thinking about this and hard.
How long has it been on his mind?
"I just wanna make you feel as good as I do when we do this. And if ya don't like it in the end, then that's that, yeah, but I've always loved when you're poundin' inta me and I just wanna give back what I'm gettin', y'know?"
Before Enji can dismiss this little, hah, endeavor, Hawks is talking again. "Obviously I ain't gonna shove my cock in you immediately. We can go at whatever pace you wanna. But maybe we could try more than just my tongue. See if it's pleasant. You don't know if you don't try."
He mulls it over. He does, he really does. His thighs relax and Hawks pulls back enough to give him space but stays close enough to rub his thighs and comfort him.
Keigo wouldn't do wrong by him. They've been co-workers for a few years and partners for nearly a year. If Hawks were to betray him, he would've done so by now. He's been there for birthdays, dinners, galas, wars— he's been there since he and Rei officially divorced and his children's relationships became more and more complicated. Keigo, not Hawks, had put so much time and effort into taking things at Enji's pace instead of his own. Keigo trusted him. Respected him.
Loved him, though neither man said it as often as they should.
So he nods. "....alright. we can at least... try." He can tell Hawks is trying not to squeal in absolute delight as he disentangles himself from Enji's legs to grab the lube. He must've been really excited if he didn't even use a feather to grab it.
Thankfully, Hawks had worked him open enough that when he does slide the first finger in, it's not terrible. There's a brief burn from the stretch that goes away after a few deep breaths and an odd sensation of pressure but it's not... unbearable. When Keigo starts gently thrusting his finger, that's when things become a little stranger. The disappearing and reappearing pressure combined with the angle has his erection flagging some. He's about ready to tell Keigo that it's just not going to work when his finger leaves entirely.
"Hold on, lemme rearrange us a bit. Haven't really been on this end in a while." He chirps and sets about moving Enji onto his stomach, with a pillow under his hips. The older man grabs one to tuck his arms under and lay his head against.
When did he get so sweaty?
They try again, and while the pressure is still there, the angle is better like this. Hawks' finger reaches deeper, pushes smoother, and his talon doesn't drag against him like before. It's almost nice. Like a firmer pressing of his tongue.
"Think you can handle another one, big guy?"
Enji hums, a little dazed, lost in the back and forth motion of his partner opening him up. How long had his hips been rocking with Keigo's finger? He was at half-mast again, cock rubbing against the pillow with every push and pull. He hums again, eyes slipping shut. "I'll let you know if it gets to be too much."
Keigo chirps lovingly at him again and carefully presses two fingers in on the next thrust. His fingers aren't massive so the jump up isn't anything terrible but Enji can feel the stretch again and that slightly burn is back. He grips the pillow a little harder, trying to breathe through it like he recalls Keigo doing when their roles are reversed. This one is a little rougher but they manage to get back into the rhythm of it. Before long, Enji is pliant under Keigo's hands again, hips shifting with the motion of his birdie's fingers.
He knew it would happen eventually— he's teased Keigo one too many times before to not know by now— but it still catches him off guard when Keigo's fingers press against his prostate. His whole body jolts and he can't stop the punched-out gasp that escapes him.
Keigo's laugh both burns his ears and soothes his heart. "I hit a good spot, huh?" Enji doesn't have time to retort before Keigo's massaging that spot, making him shudder and bury his face into the pillow in an attempt to muffle his sounds. It doesn't work. The more riled up he gets, the harder it is to resist. He's not the loudest man in the bedroom by any means, but he can't help moaning or grunting when something feels good. And Keigo's fingers feel good.
A third finger gets bullied into his hole, each pad of those fingers swiping over his prostate with every thrust, and it's like the dam breaks. Years of repression, emotional constipation, denial, desire— it all comes crashing down at once.
"Keigo—" Enji slurs his name out with another moan and a buck of his hips. Hawks slows down but doesn't stop, unable to tell if Enji reached his limit or if he's getting close to the end.
"Kei- nngh—" he pants against his arm, steam huffing into the air.
"C'mon, hot stuff, use your words." It's a light tease, but against the waterfall that Enji's emotional state is spewing out, it may as well have been a stick of dynamite.
"Fuck me."
Keigo squawks at that, fingers stilling completely. Enji lets out a frustrated grumble at the sudden stop in stimulation.
"You sure? You ain't just saying that cuz my fingers are that good?"
Another tease but Enji can't take it anymore. He needs— he needs—
"Keigo Takami, if you don't get your dick in me right now, I'm setting all of your feathers on fire." It's an empty threat and they both know it, but oh god, if it isn't a little hot to hear the Number One Hero cursing and spitting sparks at him. There's another frantic shift as Keigo desperately tries to shuck his pants off and lube up, not wanting to disappoint his lover or miss the opportunity. He wasn't expecting to get this far, not tonight, but Enji said he'd say if it was too much. He hadn't tapped out yet but...
"....you're sure you're okay with this tonight?" And as much as Enji wants to snarl and tell Keigo to get on with it, he doesn't. He takes a minute now that there's no active spikes of pleasure to his system and thinks. Does he want this? Is he ready for this?
Keigo waits with him as he thinks. He doesn't pressure him, doesn't rush him. The only touch he gives is soothing circles and light scritches on his lower back that makes his hole clench and flutter around nothing as little tingles shoot through him.
"Yes," he eventually breathes out, when Keigo hits a sore spot at the base of his spine and rubs the knot out of it. There's a nod, and Keigo spreads Enji's legs just a little wider so he can slot himself between them. He rubs the head of his cock at the puffy, stretched-out hole, biting his lip at just the sight of that.
"I dunno how long 'm gonna last with how good ya look." For some reason, that has Enji jolting, leaking against the pillow faster than the preparation did. He chooses to ignore it for now.
In some vague attempt to get Hawks to /hurry up/, Enji glances over his shoulder at the other hero. "That's fine. I don't think I will either. I just want to..." He takes a shuddery breath, cheeks flaring red. It's embarrassing, bordering on humiliating (he'll work on that), but he knows it'll drive Hawks crazy if he says it.
"I want to cum on your cock, that's all." It comes out in a rush, and at first, he doesn't think Hawks heard him, but a quick glance shows that he did. He's just processing exactly what the man said to him.
And then suddenly Enji's being filled and stretched again. The burn is a little more intense but between the lube and the prep work Hawks did, he slides in easy, hollowing Enji out and opening him back up. They start slow, just to make sure nothing tears, but before long, Keigo's back at their pace from before, pressing sharp little thrusts that has his hips slapping against Enji's harshly. His hands are gripping at the thickness of Enji's hips, holding him in place as he practically humps him in this position.
And goddamn Enji is loving it, if the sounds sputtering from his lips are any indication. He's never been a loud man but the few moans and raspy gasps of his lover's name are more than enough to keep him going.
"Fuck. Ffffuck, Number One, I'm close." Keigo presses a stray kiss on Enji's back, completely leaned over him as he rabbit thrusts his hips against the other's prostate. He can feel the way he's clenching and trying to keep him in more with each snap of his hips. It's addicting.
Keigo reaches under Enji to palm and stroke at his cock as best he can between his thrusts and the pillow getting in the way. The howl the older man makes nearly has Hawks creaming then and there.
"FUCK-- fuck, Enji, listen to me for a sec, big guy."
There's a strangled noise of acknowledgment but Enji doesn't recall making it.
"Ya want me to cum in you? Or ya want me to pull out?" He was reaching wit's end, and Enji wouldn't have a say in the matter if he didn't answer soon enough. Luckily for them both, he hardly hesitated.
"In me," he gasps out, fingers digging into the pillow. He can feel his pulse from his ears to his toes, pounding, pounding in time with Keigo's hips. "In me, in me, in me—" It became a mantra for him, and it was Hawks' undoing. He's barely two more thrusts in before he's cumming with a trill and chirp of Enji's name, groaning when he feels that tight ass clench around him as Enji follows him into meaningful bliss.
They collapse on the bed side by side, Enji on his stomach despite the puddle of cooling cum under him, and Hawks on his back despite how his wings keep twitching with aftershocks of pleasure coursing through him.
Panting, Hawks smirks. "Told ya you'd like it."
Enji doesn't hit his feathers but the comment does cost them the pillow Hawks was laying on.