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Today had to be the day that Cupid was taken down. Really, it was starting to become a huge issue. Multiple civilians had to be hospitalized over prolonged effects, several asexual pro heroes were refusing to patrol in Tokyo, and exhaustion rates were skyrocketing among the brave, whorish hero souls who had been volunteering to care for the affected heroes. And that wasn’t even mentioning how Dynamight’s reputation was in the gutter right now. Civilians couldn’t help but notice that the explosion hero was on attempt… eight? Nine? Of trying to take down the lusty villain and still hadn’t made any progress. People were starting to think he just wanted reasons to dick/be dicked down by his fellow heroes. The doujin writers were making a fortune from all this, at least.
So, the commission was ready to send in the big guns. Keigo was on the case.
Admittedly, he thought this was a case of hero incompetence and it would take him less than an hour. Cupid’s quirk was troublesome, but it shouldn’t have been such a problem that at least twenty pro heroes (and Dynamight several times) had been put out of commission while riding out the effects. The guy’s quirk had a shitty range, and he had to aim! It wasn’t even a standing cloud like Midnight’s quirk was! Several of the effected heroes had long distance quirks, so what was the fucking hold-up? This should have been such an easy takedown that it wouldn’t have even trended in the top fifty on twitter. Really, it was verging on supremely irritating that Keigo had to fly in from Kyushyu to track down the guy and show the Tokyo heroes how things were done.
Most of the time, Keigo would be pleased to get an assignment like this. He liked taking down villains, and he loved funny shit like a rampant lust quirk making fools of people, but today it was an annoyance. After all, his mind was much too preoccupied with the fact that his vigilante on-again-off-again boyfriend/fuck buddy/worst nemesis was certainly off right now.
Me: Come onnnnn babe, it’s been weeks since we last hooked up
Me: I’m so horny babe you don’t wanna miss out on this
Me: tasty chicken half off rn if you text back in the next ten minutes
Crispy jackass: i’m busy. go fuck someone else.
Keigo glared down at his phone. He was meant to be waiting on the busy street below where the next attack was predicted to take place, but instead he was too busy texting while he hid out on a nearby rooftop.
Me: getting new piercings for that tiny dick of urs doesn’t count as being busy
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Keigo gasped, his jaw dropping at the sheer audacity of his not-quite-boyfriend to block him over a petty insult. He must really be in one of his moods. That or his father was trying to reconcile with him again, which always made him pissier than normal. Keigo still remembers the day Endeavor suggested that Dabi officially get his hero license and make his hero name ‘Touya.’ More than one fire had to be put out, and not in the metaphorical sense.
“Fine, asshole, see who else puts up with needing to pack lube and burn cream,” Keigo muttered, huffing and shoving his phone back into his pocket. He’s contemplating how desperate flying to Kyushyu to look for him is when he hears a high-pitched shriek from the road below. “Oh, fuck.”
He flies off the roof, hovering above the street as he scanned the crowd in search for the perpetrator. They had no concrete descriptions yet aside from pale-skinned male, average height. Every time he had been spotted, most of the time by Dynamight, he had been dressed in something vaguely provocative with a full face covering and a wig. Keigo is doing his best to keep that in mind, but the bright pink plumes of smoke in the air and rapidly scattering crowd was making it difficult to identify anyone.
Fuck, I need to get closer. Keigo waited until some of the smoke had subsided to land on the street, sending his feathers out through the crowd to try and identify Cupid. While they look, he helps direct panicked civilians into nearby shops and restaurants, doing his best to clear the street for the fight that would follow once Cupid had been ID’d. Vaguely, he tries to count which civilians have been hit by logging their flushed skin and heavy breathing, but most of his focus is on the man with flowing blue hair and daisy-dukes that stands at the end of the street with pink stained palms.
Gotcha, bitch.
Keigo would handle this with plenty enough time to get back to Kyushyu and track down Dabi. So with hopes of having some delicious make-up/hate sex depending on which direction things went, he summoned his feathers back and flew full tilt toward the man who was raring to send out another plume of smoke to a cowering group of college girls.
“Back away from the jailbait, pervert!” The provocative language proves effective and Cupid turns his head to glance over at Keigo, his blue tresses whipping with the movement.
“Finally, a hot hero!” Cupid grinned, face obscured by a white porcelain mask with pink-painted cheeks. Only his mouth was exposed, lips red and spit-slickened. “I was so scared one of the old ones would show up, or Dynamight again.”
Keigo almost laughed, but he kept it together.
“So you’re targeting the sexy heroes?” he asked, reaching behind him to pull out the longest of his feathers to brandish threateningly at the villain. It doesn’t seem to work, because it only makes him lick his lips again and make a downright indecent noise.
“Well, duh. Who wants to watch ugly people fuck?” he drawls, “Sooner or later one of you heroes will give into temptation and fuck in a public enough place that someone gets a video.”
“Wh- wait,” Keigo held up the hand not holding his feather, squinting his eyes in disbelief, “you’re doing this on the off-chance someone you get is indecent enough to fuck in public, at which point you will get a video, to just… have?”
“Well, that and making people horny turns me on. A bit of column A, a bit of column B,” Cupid admits.
Keigo now had a million follow-up questions, predominantly about how such a dumbass kept getting away from so many pro heroes. Though he now had significantly less questions for why Dynamight kept trying to beat this guy’s ass. He was certainly annoying enough to prompt such a quest.
Regardless of his curiosity, he wouldn’t ask any questions. This guy needed to be locked up ASAP, and would be in short order. Keigo had been hooked up by the commission with this guy who had a quirk that could make you immune to quirk effects for twenty four hours, so even if this guy did manage to get Keigo, it wouldn’t do anything other than stain his uniform. So this take-down would be easy-peasy, and Keigo would be able to relentlessly mock Dynamight the next time they were together-
“Hawks!”
The call of his name from that deliciously authoritative voice made Keigo perk up. He turned and looked over his shoulder to see Endeavor approaching from the other end of the street, eyes narrowed and massive shoulders squared. Fifty-five years old and still built like a tank, just plain greedy in Keigo’s opinion. Not that he minded it. Endeavor was fucking mouthwateringly attractive even as he neared mandatory field retirement age. Strong features, crazy big biceps, and salt-and-paprika hair made him almost unfairly sexy for someone who could care less about his perceived attractiveness. Keigo’s teenage self would forever be proven right for his wet dreams. He may be microdosing his childhood crush by sleeping around with Dabi, but he’d never turn down a little field banter with the original article.
“Endeavor!” He practically chirped, majorly letting his guard down, “It’s been awhile! You wanna grab some lunch after this?”
“Hawks, turn around!” Endeavor’s shout coincides with him lunging forward, propelled by a huge blast of fire that Keigo could feel as intensely as if it was right in front of him. Keigo is so mesmerised by it he almost doesn’t clock that Endeavor is coming right for him.
He braces in time to not be completely bowled over when Endeavor runs into him, and he’s jerked around by a massive arm coming to wrap around his waist and tug him off of his feet to be pressed into Endeavor’s plush pecs as if he weighed next to nothing. Which he probably did compared to Endeavor.
Keigo is so distracted by getting to motorboat Endeavor that it takes him a second to realize that there’s a plume of pink smoke around them. A second later, Endeavor begins to cough.
Fuck.
Endeavor’s grip loosens enough for Keigo to slip out, and he has enough time to reach up and steady Endeavor as the older hero stumbles, still coughing like a long-term smoker.
“Shit,” he mutters, bearing a not-insignificant portion of the other man’s weight as Endeavor wraps an arm around Keigo’s shoulder and leans into him heavily. The flame hero was blazing hot on a normal day, but now it’s nearly scorching. “Come on, big guy, let's get you somewhere to sit.”
“Did you get hit?” Endeavor asked gruffly, voice attractively raspy from his coughing fit. He was peering down at Keigo with bright blue eyes that made him shiver.
“Uhhh,” it occurs to Keigo suddenly that Endeavor, extremely respected long-term hero, had taken a hit of the lust quirk for him. An admirable sacrifice that would look very silly if he learned that Keigo had been immune to the effects. “Nope! You got me just in time, man.”
“Good,” Endeavor muttered, “irresponsible brat, you should have been paying attention.”
Keigo tries not to outright moan over the way Endeavor’s voice rasps over the word brat. He maneuvers Endeavor to a nearby bench and helps him sit, looking around for Cupid once he is settled. Gone. Keigo could probably track him down with his feathers if he was quick, but Endeavor needed help and there was no way in hell he’d leave a defenseless dilf alone under the effects of a lust quirk. That would just be irresponsible. That, and Keigo was seriously struggling to not just stand and stare stupidly at the flushed, frustrated grimace on Endeavor’s face and the heave of his chest.
“Got you pretty good, huh?” He tries to sound sympathetic, he really does, but the way Endeavor’s brows have knit together and the way his teeth dig into his pink bottom lip is brain melting. Heat is crawling up Keigo’s spine so severely he wonders if he really did get a dose of the lust quirk.
“Yes,” Endeavor says through grit teeth, “degenerate villain. Hopefully Dynamight gets here soon to continue the chase.”
Oh, yeah, cause ninth time’s the charm. Keigo doesn’t say that, but he certainly thinks it. Instead, he thinks practically. He needed to get Endeavor somewhere private.
“Your agency is close by, right?” he asks.
He already knew everything there was to know about this quirk. You had about thirty minutes of mild effects before you became downright indecent, and from there the effects would only grow more severe until some form of satisfying coitus took place. The effects seemed to wear off naturally given a week or so if no coitus happens, but it was widely agreed upon it was better to just accept help the first day and get it over with. Things could get pretty unpleasant quickly according to one of the victims who had attempted to ride it out themselves.
“Barely a five minute walk,” Endeavor confirmed, “I can get there myself if you help.”
Well, Keigo wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to get up close and personal with the flame hero. Quickly he helps Endeavor stand and drape a massive arm over his comparatively narrow shoulders, and he lets his feathers go under his other arm to keep supporting his weight. The rest of them he leaves behind to monitor the situation of the crime scene while the cops arrive.
Together, lumbering and slow, they make it to the agency. Endeavor had radio’d ahead and confirmed the incident, so Burnin was waiting by the front door to help them in and shoo off the few fangirls and boys that had been following them. Endeavor’s weight is pretty much completely supported by the feathers by the time they’re getting off of the elevator and onto the medical wing floor, and once they get into the private room that had been prepared Endeavor nearly collapses onto the bed, panting like he had run a marathon as his fingers flex.
Keigo took a step back once the older man was sitting on the edge of the decently sized bed, hunched over with his head in his hands. He took in a deep breath, trying to put his professionalism back on. Endeavor was hit by a lust quirk. There were procedures for this sort of a thing. Procedures that Keigo had learned carefully. So why was he only fantasizing about the way Endeavor would be near-feral with want in another fifteen minutes?
“Alright, you feelin’ okay?" he starts with, carefully examining Endeavor for any quirk effects that aren’t typical to Cupid’s normal effects. When Endeavor grunted out confirmation, still hunched over, Keigo moved on, “Anyone I can call for you, big guy? This one wears off after a week without…a course of action…But it’s unpleasant. Any fuckbuddies or girlfriends I can speed dial for you?”
“Of course not,” Endeavor huffed, “I haven’t been in a serious relationship in… god, years.”
Good, single, Keigo thinks delusionally. Instead, he says, “Then you have a menu of options. The commission has compiled a list of people willing to assist for things like that. You tell me your preferences and I’ll get them on the road and here.”
“A menu?” Endeavor frowned, looking up with those piercing blue eyes that had Keigo taking a deep breath to keep his composure.
“Yep. The public safety commission’s finest, or sluttiest, in this case. We have vetted civilians and heroes,” Keigo reported, “All I need is your preferences. The list isn’t infinite, obviously, but we have a variety. So any special requests-”
“A man,” Endeavor says shortly, flushing a little more when Keigo raises both brows in surprise, “don’t tell me you’re surprised?”
“..I guess not,” Keigo said, trying to smother the pleased grin that threatened to spread across his face. Instead, he keeps pressing, “So, man. Age range, body type, anything like that matter? I won’t judge you, just tell me what you want.”
Endeavor’s eyes roved over Keigo’s body as he asked, “What I want?”
Keigo’s brain (or what was left of it) was working a lot of overtime to not misinterpret that.
“I’d prefer someone on the younger side,” Endeavor admitted, “but not too young. Late twenties or early thirties, preferably.”
Keigo remembers the card Endeavor sent him for his thirty-first birthday two months ago. At the same time, he notices that Endeavor’s eyes are still all over him and that his suit was sporting a generous bulge. Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but Keigo thinks there might be something to this that was a little more than the quirk. So to test this, he pulled off his pink-stained coat and draped it over the small desk pushed into the corner of the room. Endeavor’s eyes widened with the movement.
“Sorry, hot n’ here,” Keigo apologizes in a blatantly fake tone, “so, body type? You want someone like you or a little twinkier?”
“I like them a little slimmer,” Endeavor said carefully, “and fit.”
Keigo preens, keenly aware of the trim look of his waist against his well-muscled thighs and shoulders. Endeavor leaned back on the bed, hands behind him supporting his weight as he spread his thighs more. His sapphire gaze has turned dark, and Keigo knows he has a choice to make. They say to never meet your heroes, but that had gone fine for Keigo. Surely fucking them too wouldn’t be a problem. Besides, when would he ever get a chance like this again?
The only tug at the back of his mind is Dabi, who would surely turn him into roast turkey for even thinking about doing this. But then he remembers that Dabi had been ignoring him for two weeks and was definitely leaning toward the off part of on-again-off-again. Not to mention the last thing he had texted was to go fuck somebody else. Honestly, it was like a blessing. Keigo was only doing what Dabi told him to do.
“Well then there’s only one question left,” Keigo said, tugging off his gloves and toeing off his boots.
“Which is?” Endeavor asked as he watched hungrily.
“Top or bottom, Endeavor?”
“Come over here and find out,” Endeavor said with so much intent it was almost threatening.
It’s a little embarrassing how eager Keigo is, but this was like every single one of his wet dreams was coming true at once. He walks over to Endeavor and peels off his top, tossing it carelessly behind him. Revelling in the way Endeavor hungrily stared at his well-defined abs and smooth golden skin, he popped the button on his pants and dragged the zipper down so it just gave a peek of his black briefs. He stops once he’s barely standing between Endeavor’s legs, and despite how low to the ground this bed was Endeavor was still taller than him where he sat. One large hand came to rest on Keigo’s hip, thumb playing with the edge of his pants. The heat of his palm is clear even through the khaki.
“Are you sure you want this, boy?” Endeavor asked, pupils blown wide with desire and steam rising from the back of his neck, “I’m not gentle.”
Keigo fucking whimpers, and he’s at half mast off those words alone. He’s not entirely convinced he’s not about to wake up in his teenage bed with an aching hard-on and the memory of a very vivid wet dream. Endeavor’s hand trailed higher until it rested on his bare waist, and his hand was massive enough that Keigo was positive that if he gripped him with both hands, his thumbs would meet in the middle.
“Wouldn’t want you to be, Number One,” Keigo grinned, “and I’m not exactly made of glass, y’know.”
“Remember that you said that,” Endeavor says lowly.
Keigo’s bravado does him little good as Endeavor wraps a large hand around the back of his neck, fingers tugging the gold strands at the back of his skull and forcing him to look up at the flame hero as pain shoots down Keigo’s spine and makes everything go fuzzy at the edges. He lets out a broken moan as his head is wrenched up painfully, and Endeavor leaned forward at the same time he forced Keigo’s head forward so their lips met in a near painful clash of tongues and teeth. It’s harried and sloppy with how much Keigo wants it and how desperate Endeavor is, but goddamn if it isn’t the hottest thing (metaphorically and literally) that Keigo’s ever done.
The hand fisted in his hair stays tugging in a motion just barely toeing the edge of too-painful, and Endeavor’s other hand came around to hook in the waistband of his pants. The flame hero tugs them down quickly, and Keigo is uncoordinated as he attempts to kick out of them while still kissing him. It’s messy and Keigo nearly falls, but the second he sways away that grip in his hair tightens even more, and he whimpers into Endeavor’s mouth as the pain makes his dick twitch in interest, nearly fully erect in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
“So fucking desperate for it,” Endeavor rumbled, barely pulling away enough to speak. Keigo agrees mindlessly, trying to chase the kiss but kept in place by his hair. Instead, he’s able to just barely mouth at the edge of Endeavor’s mouth and bite that reddened lip. The older man pulled away fully with a sneer. “Somehow I knew you’d be a little whore.”
“Only for you, daddy,” Keigo says breathily without fully meaning to. Normally he’d ask before springing a daddy kink on someone, but thankfully, Endeavor is the same brand of freak as him. A small flame licks up the side of his face at the epithet.
“Brat,” he nearly snarls, but the desire in his eyes shows that he enjoyed it just as much as Keigo. “Get on the bed.”
Keigo doesn’t really have the brain cells to process the request, and it seems Endeavor was impatient. Before he can even think about moving, Endeavor is moving with a speed and nimbleness that shouldn’t be possible for a man of his size. Keigo is dizzied with the manhandling, and he quickly finds himself laying fully in the center of the decently large bed. It had a plain wooden frame and thick white sheets that suggested they were bought with this purpose in mind. Not surprising, lust quirks weren’t extremely uncommon and there were enough horror stories about them that most agencies kept supplies on hand. Endeavor knelt on the bed, leaning over to the small nightstand next to it to open the drawer and rifle through it.
“I’m going to fuck you, Hawks,” Endeavor says as he pulls out a large bottle of lube and a condom with so many X’s on the size label that Keigo’s heart skips a few beats. “Any objections?”
“Call me Keigo,” Keigo purred, body only flushing hotter at the way Endeavor loomed over him while still fully kitted out in hero gear. He never thought having your partner clothed could be so fucking sexy in bed, but he did love a man in uniform.
“Well, I would tell you to call me Enji,” Endeavor huffs, “but I imagine a little whore like you will only call me daddy.”
End- Enji brought one gigantic hand down to grip under Keigo’s knee and force it back to his chest, the sudden stretch burning up the underside of his thigh pleasantly. Keigo brings his hand around to grip under his knee and keep it there as Enji uncaps the lube and drizzles a generous amount onto his fingers, not taking a moment to let it warm up before he reaches down and circled Keigo’s hole with his pointer finger. Keigo hissed at how cold it was, especially with how warm he had gotten from the proximity to Enji.
“If you can’t handle that, you can’t handle me,” Enji tuts. Keigo lifted his head from the pillow to give him a challenging look.
“Oh, you will find I am perfectly capable of handli- nghhhh!”
Enji chose that moment to sink his finger all the way to the last knuckle and Keigo’s head falls back against the pillow. It goes in with little resistance- as Keigo had been fucking himself on his favorite Endeavor-themed dildo the previous night- but Keigo is already fucking panting at how damn big his finger is. At least two of Keigo’s, and hot to boot. Everything about him was damn massive- larger than life- and Keigo had never felt so small and fragile.
There’s no time to adjust. Despite taking the time to prep, Enji is clearly desperate. He’s instantly ruthless in his efficiency, thrusting his finger in and out until he deems Keigo ready to take a second finger. Keigo bites his lip against a particularly whorish moan, but fails the second Endeavor parts his fingers inside of him and begins scissoring them quickly. The stretch burns in the best kind of way, and Keigo’s eyes roll back into his head when Enji takes his hot thumb and begins massaging the skin of his perineum.
“Oh- Fuck!” Keigo curses, bucking his hips up into Enji’s fingers to try and chase the stimulation. His poor neglected dick is throbbing red, and a drop of precum had rolled down the side of it. All Enji does is pin him down with one large hand across his stomach, using barely a modicum of his strength to keep Keigo pinned like a butterfly.
“Don’t be greedy,” Enji snaps, “I’ll be in your cunt soon enough.”
Keigo makes a pathetic noise, biting down on his knuckles to try and ground himself. It doesn’t work. Even the sharp pain of his teeth biting into his skin doesn’t distract away from the relentless scissoring and prodding of Enji’s fingers inside of him. It’s so fucking good- but not enough. Enji’s clear priority is getting him stretched enough to fuck, and he’s not even attempting to find his prostate. By the time a third massive finger is being shoved up his ass, Keigo is desperate enough to try and jerk himself off. He’d fucking deal with the overstimulation of Enji fucking him if it meant he got to cum right now. Releasing his leg, he reached down to wrap a hand around himself.
“I thought I told you not to be greedy, you little whore,” Enji doesn’t miss the attempt despite his appearance of single-minded focus on fingering Keigo, and he releases his pin on Keigo’s stomach to slap his hand away. Keigo makes a wounded noise, still bucking his hips up. “Clearly you’re ready if you’re trying to get off early.”
“Yes!” Keigo nearly moans in his eagerness, bending his knees to plant them on the bed as he rolls his hips into Enji’s hand. The movement sends his fingers deep enough that they just barely brush against his prostate, and he throws his head back to groan gutturally. “Please, Daddy, put it in me!”
“Brat,” Enji mutters, pulling his fingers out of Keigo.
The sudden emptiness makes Keigo whine, but he doesn’t have to mourn the loss long. Enji flips him over with more of that mouthwatering strength, and Keigo scrambles to get his hands underneath him as he’s put onto his knees.
Keigo looked over his shoulder, golden eyes roving over the fine figure Enji cut. His eyes are drawn to where Enji is pulling his dick out of his suit without bothering to undress completely and holy fucking shit, his cock was obscenely fucking big. The kind of big where it doesn’t make Keigo’s mouth water, but it makes his hole clench as he can only hysterically wonder how Rei Todoroki could still walk. That thing should have been classified as a weapon of mass destruction, and Keigo was quite frankly shocked that the government didn’t make him get a concealed carry license. Keigo knew he talked a big game, but this was the first time he had gotten himself into this much trouble. Maybe he should have let Enji keep prepping him for one (or twenty) minutes more.
“Oh my god,” he mutters when he sees Enji line himself up at his hole after slipping on the condom. It feels even bigger when threatening his ass, “I’m gonna die.”
“What’s wrong, boy?” Enji asked smugly, but the rapid rise and fall of his chest in combination with the dark look in his eyes betrays how desperate the quirk has made him, “I thought you could take it?”
Keigo stubbornly sets his jaw, nodding. “Do you see me tapping out?”
“You will,” Enji threatens and goddamn- Keigo shouldn’t have been so turned on by that. He was seriously fucked in the head.
Keigo braced himself, forcing himself to relax against the insistent nudge of Enji’s cock at his entrance. The pressure only grows, and a long groan slips free from him as the massive head pops in. Every inch is torturously big, and Keigo is panting at the stretch and half-afraid he’s about to split open entirely. His head drops down when he feels the brush of Enji’s cock against his prostate, and he moans brokenly as the resulting clench of his ass only further emphasizes how fucking massive the behemoth inside of him is.
“Nghh.. deep,” he moans, hands gripping the sheets so tightly he’s sure they’ll rip, “so fuckin’ deep, daddy..”
“That’s half,” Enji says, one hand petting along Keigo’s sweaty flank.
Keigo’s eyes widened, and he looked back over his shoulder in disbelief, “Half?”
Enji looked entirely too smug as he nodded in confirmation. He brought both hands around to wrap around Keigo’s waist and that’s when Keigo realizes, yes, his hands do completely wrap around his waist.
“I can’t,” Keigo says deliriously, already feeling too split open by half, “It won’t fit.. I can’t-”
“Oh, it’ll fit,” Enji says, “All you have to do is be a good little slut and take it.”
Far be it from Keigo to argue with that. He lets out a long, deep breath and relaxes his entire body. Once the tension was gone, Enji continued. He pushed forward and sheathed himself in one long roll of his hips. Keigo dropped to his elbows, shutting his eyes tightly against the fullness so intense he was certain he could feel it all the way in his chest. He was so fucking full that Keigo couldn’t process anything else. Not the rapid rise and fall of his chest, not the way tears had begun to drip down his face, and not even the way every single one of his breaths were punctuated with a desperate little whimpery moan. His dick throbbed between his legs, practically begging for touch. Even a single tug would surely have Keigo cumming all over these thick sheets.
“Good boy, Keigo, taking me so well,” Enji praised raggedly, his hand trailing up Keigo’s sweaty sides until he could pet through his tousled golden hair. He must have had a thing for hair-pulling, because for the second time today he cards his fingers through Keigo’s hair and viciously yanks him up.
Keigo moaned at the pain as he was forced upright onto his knees, held up by nothing but his hair and the cock in his ass. His back was pressed against Enji’s steaming-hot chest, and his other hand came up to tweak Keigo's nipples. Every mean tug and twist only makes Keigo whimper, and he turned his head to messily press his mouth against Enji’s. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, but it’s long enough to let Keigo adjust to the fucking war crime that was inside of him right now so that he’s at least able to take a deep breath.
“You ready, boy?” Enji asked, breathing out a hot plume of steam that warmed Keigo’s already sweaty chest further. It was so hot in here, worse than a sauna. A heavy, steaming heat that lingered in the air around them and made it difficult to breathe. It was completely intoxicating, and Keigo could process little more than the thick cock inside of him and the large hands all over him.
“Mhmm,” Keigo purred, “do your worst.”
“Quite the opposite,” Enji huffed, “I’m going to do my best.”
The hands at Keigo’s chest disappear, and he’s suddenly gripped by the back of his neck. Enji slammed him down into the bed, pressing his face into the pillows and using his other hand to lift his hips up further so he was face down, ass up. Keigo keened at the feeling of that thick length being dragged out of him- and screams as it’s slammed back in.
Enji fucks like he fights, with a single-minded determination that’s terrifying. He fucks in and out of Keigo with quick, powerful thrusts that batter his prostate with so much force it’s nearly painful. He’s so deep- too deep in a way that would panic Keigo if it wasn’t for the grounding feeling his his hot hand at the back of his neck and the one that grips tightly at his hip. Keigo only has the wherewithal to hope it bruises as he’s fucked mercilessly.
The noises he makes are pathetic, desperate little Ah! Ah! Ah!’s with every single thrust in. His crying sounds wounded, but Enji doesn’t stop. Doesn’t check on him. Doesn’t spare much concern for anything Keigo does. All he does is fuck in and out of Keigo’s clenching hole, a litany of dirty words being muttered under his breath.
“So- fucking- tight,” he punctuates every word with a thrust, and Keigo moans desperately, the pillow under him wet with drool, “you really know how to use this cunt.”
Enji releases the hand on his hip to smack Keigo’s ass, groaning as he clenched on instinct and milked his cock. He spanks him again, letting out a grunt at Keigo’s loud sob.
“Daddy- please,” Keigo moans, looking over his shoulder as best he can with teary eyes, “Please, let me cum, please, please.”
“No one’s stopping you,” Enji insisted, “You can cum whenever you like.”
Keigo groans miserably, then screams as Enji changes angles and starts battering his prostate with every single thrust. His knees go out from under him and he collapses onto the mattress, but Enji follows him down. The older man leans his weight on Keigo and presses his chest to Keigo’s back, thrusting even harder with the force of his weight behind it. The newfound angle lets him get even deeper, and the relentless pressure against his prostate combined with the new depth makes Keigo go cross eyed, sobbing desperately against the pillow and gripping it until the case tore open and feathers flew out.
“Please, please, please,” Keigo moans with every deep grind against his sweet spot, trying to push back into it but having no leverage. His trapped dick was rubbed against the sheets with every thrust, but it wasn’t enough. He needed something more, just one little push.
“Must I do everything for you?” Enji groaned, hips stuttering as Keigo’s hole clenched down on him. He leaned down, mouthing at Keigo’s neck, “Cum, little whore.”
He bites down hard at the juncture of Keigo’s neck and shoulder at the same time he thrusts down into his prostate with a powerful roll of his hips. Keigo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he’s pretty sure that he passes out a little with how hard he cums, completely untouched, into the sheets below.
“Fuck,” Enji snarls as Keigo’s ass clenches down rhythmically on his cock, and he presses his hands on either side of Keigo to lift himself up enough to start fucking down furiously into Keigo, chasing his own relief with no care for how he is overstimulating the younger hero. Keigo could do nothing but grip the pillow beneath him and endure the brutal fucking, begging Enji in a high and needy voice to cum, daddy, please.
Two things happen at once. Enji cums with a loud groan, unloading into the condom as his hips stutter to a stop, and the wooden bedframe breaks. Keigo yelped as they crashed down to the floor, now slanted slightly down. Enji doesn’t seem to mind, merely rolling off of Keigo and onto his side with one hand around Keigo’s waist to keep him close enough that his cock doesn’t immediately slip out.
They laid in silence on the broken bed for a few minutes, both just trying to catch their breath. Keigo was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to walk, but he wasn’t too keen to test the theory. He lays there as Enji slowly pulls out, whining at the loss of fullness, and takes off the condom to tie it and throw it in the trash. The quirk always wore off fairly quickly, and Enji wasn’t an exception. Keigo watched him stand up off of the broken bed and walk over to the minifridge in the corner, bringing out two water bottles. He walks back over the bed to sit down with his back against the bedframe as he offers Keigo a bottle.
“Do you feel okay?” he asked as Keigo took the bottle and chugged it, throat dry and scratchy from all the screaming.
“Just fine,” Keigo grinned lazily, wincing as he sat up. Oh, ouch. He’d need a healer if he had any hope of patrolling tomorrow. He’d be flying sideways for days otherwise. “You alright, big guy?”
“Much better. Thank you for your… assistance,” the man has the gall to blush as he says it, looking away from Keigo. “It was generous of you.”
It was entirely for selfish reasons, I assure you. Keigo doesn’t say that, but he wants to. Instead, he pats Endeavor on the shoulder.
“Anything to keep the top hero on the streets,” he jokes. He’s about to say something else when his shoulder twinges, and his eyes widen as he remembers the way Enji bit him. His hand flies up to his shoulder, feeling the reddened teeth marks.
“Oh, sorry about that,” Enji said as he saw Keigo worrying at it, “worried about your fangirls seeing?”
Not exactly my fangirls, Keigo thought, wondering what kind of reaction Dabi would have if he saw it. They weren’t exactly exclusive, but if he saw this in combination with the headline that was surely about to go out about the fight today… Well, those dots weren’t hard to connect.
“Nope, all good,” Keigo lies. He tries to assure himself that his costume is high-necked, and Dabi was ignoring him anyway. It would surely fade by the next time they saw each other.
Yep. It wouldn’t be a problem at all.