April 2021 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Hawks/Endeavor – Enji wants to fuck (which is rare enough) but damn Hawks is in the middle of doing something.

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“Put that thing away.”

“What? Why-”

Hawks goes quiet as he peers briefly past his phone and sees Enji in all his naked glory. Well… almost naked. He is still wearing his undershirt for some reason, the soft fabric stretching for its life across his fat tits – pecs. Pecs. He’s gotta call them pecs. He suspects the day he slips up and calls them tits to Enji’s face will be his last day on earth.

Enji’s cock is standing at attention, nice and big and glistening at the tip with precum. Nobody would think him this excited if they’d just see his face. His scowl is even more impressive now that he has a big ol’ scar.

He makes a sound of disgust and starts to crawl on the bed. It dips so hard under his weight that Hawks almost rolls onto his belly before he is straddled by the number one and his shorts yanked down brutally.

“Just put it away,” Enji growls. There’s a bit of color now entering his face but he is very studiously not looking at Hawks. It looks like he wants to fuck without actually wanting to say it out loud.

That’s not a problem for Hawks. Usually. He is ready to go whenever and wherever. Usually.

Only that now he is in the middle of a critical auction and he can’t… he can’t take his eyes off of that for a moment.

“Uhm. Uh. I hear ya, big guy, but how about… well you can uhm… you can start? I’ll be with you in a second – I just need a moment.”

Enji looks so damn offended that Hawks wants to backpedal. It’s so rare that he even initiates stuff in the first place… but he narrows his painfully blue eyes and huffs. He looks grim and determined; as if he were about to fight a vicious enemy instead of taking a ride on his favorite dick.

(At least Hawks hopes it’s his favorite dick. He’s suitably sure it’s the only dick, anyway.)

Hawks’ phone vibrates. Someone got ahead of him. His eyes immediately snap back to the screen to start furiously bidding again, his eyes fixed on the small preview window of the Endeavor statue he’s been wanting since it got announced a year ago.

It is the best yet; just barely skirting along the edge of what could be allowed without it being rated for adults.

He needs it in his collection…

Briefly he looks past the screen again toward Enji who is very hesitant to finally sit down on the very average sized cock he’s got in his warm grip. Hawks has to admit that he is relieved to see his hesitance. He’s pretty sure Endeavor could grind his pelvis into fine dust with hips like that.

Child bearing. Yeah… that one is another of those things he should never say out loud.

He has to focus back on the auction.