March 2021 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Endeavor/Hawks – hospital; fucking in the open and getting caught; bit of pervy non-con

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“You good? No pain or something? Need to take a leak? I can call the nurse, you know…”

Hawks is yet again leaning over Enji and fluffing up the pillow behind his shoulders and head. His meager little tits are right in Enji’s face and he can’t help the feeling that that is deliberate.

He pulls a face, steam shooting from his nostrils as he exhales like a bull.

“I am fine! Stop this nonsense. Don’t you have other things to do?”

Hawks pulls away from him and sits down on the edge of Enji’s bed, much to his dismay. His arms are in casts, as is one of his legs, carefully suspended from a couple ropes that keep it nice and straight as everything heals back up. He is as helpless as he can possibly get without being catatonic which is bad enough… he doesn’t need anybody outside of his nurses and doctors to see him like this.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t have anything to do but to keep you company and make sure you’re not bored. You sure you don’t need to take a leak or something?”

Enji starts to growl, baring his teeth at Hawks. It is hard to glare when one eye is hidden beneath wraps. His growl is cut short when he suddenly feels Hawks’ cool hand on his right thigh, naked and vulnerable and all too close to the edge of the little hospital gown Enji is wearing.

He is very aware of how he is naked underneath, all of a sudden, heat suffusing his chest but not enough to set the gown on fire. He is too exhausted for that.

“I said no. Get your hands off of me.”

A queer little glint enters Hawks’ gaze. He briefly glances toward the door of the room, then back at Enji. His hand remains where it is, fingers lightly digging into the muscle as he grabs it more securely.

“Damn, you’re thick…”

Enji is taken aback. He’s heard that voice before… the one with the little growl in it, Hawks’ eyes gone predatory and intense as he looks Enji all over. The last time he’s heard it, though, they’ve been in a little closet in Enji’s agency, Hawks’ small hands grabbing and squeezing him all over as he made him squirm and pant.

His mouth goes dry.

“Hawks…” he tries to warn, but his voice is flimsy and without real force behind it. He can’t believe that he would… now… here??

“Hmmm let’s see…” Hawks grasps the edge of Enji’s gown and flicks it up, exposing him in one swift, careless motion.

Enji’s breath catches, his heart stopping a beat or two.

“The door!” he croaks – but Hawks ignores him.