Patreon Compilation – Fic#146 – Endeavor/Hawks – bottom!Endeavor; male lactation; titty play – Moo Goes The Cow (Patreon)

Endeavor/Hawks – Song as old as time: Endeavor and Hawks in one locker room with Hawks perving on the big guy and seeing everything he tries to hide :)

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“Is it just me or does your costume look especially tight these days, Endeavor-san?” Hawks croons, peering around his own locker. Endeavor has banned him to the other side of the changing rooms a long time ago, but he just can’t stand idly by when there is a beefy man to watch undressing himself.

Endeavor’s face, never happy to begin with, darkens even more, his mouth pressing into a tight, disapproving line.

“Go back to your side of the room. And do not talk about my costume.”

Hawks does neither of those things. He comes even closer, eying the way Endeavor’s chest practically spills out of the tightly stretched fabric as he pulls down the hidden zipper.

“Oh damn, yeah… did those puppies get even bigger? Have you changed something in your workout routine, Endeavor-san? Not that I’m complaining! They’re awesome. One of my absolute favorite things about you. Oh damn, but those cute little things look pretty inflamed, you know? What happened?”

He can hear the sound of Endeavor’s teeth grinding together. There is a fine red flush covering his broad shoulders as he turns away but has to realize that there is a mirror behind him that Hawks can now use to stare at his tits still.

“I said go back to your side, or this will have been the last time we are team- ah…”

It’s an empty threat anyway. Endeavor usually resorts to it when he is too distracted to think of anything more substantial to say. His reaction as two soft feathers tickle his brick red nipples makes Hawks wonder just how painful they have gotten.

“You know, Endeavor-san… they make special gauze pads that they’ll sow into your costume if you need them to. To keep those cute little tits safe from chafing.”

Hawks is close enough to feel the inhuman heat radiating off of Endeavor’s body. When the number 1 doesn’t immediately slap him down for being ridiculous, he gets a bit… worried. Peering around Endeavor at the mirror he can see how twisted Enji’s face is; pained and a bit confused at the sensation of Hawks’ soft feathers playing with the red hot nipples he is sporting.

“Hurts that much, huh? Hmmn… Come on, sit down, why don’t you.”

It’s even more worrisome that Endeavor just does as he is told. He is holding his arms a bit awkwardly like he is trying not to touch his pecs with his biceps. Hawks blinks a few times, then stares down at him.

“Huh. Okay… wasn’t expecting you to just like… cooperate. But it’s cool, it’s cool,” he adds quickly when Endeavor makes as if to stand back up again. Hawks puts his hands on those broad shoulders and holds him down, eyes on those massive tits. God, they jiggle with every movement… he’s never seen anything as beautiful as Endeavor-san’s breasts. They’re a thing of art.

When he reaches down to carefully cup them in his palms, he can hear Enji pull in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth. The tits feel feverishly hot in his hands; especially the nipples which he lightly brushes his thumbs over.

“Damn, Endeavor-san… you been to the doctor recently? This is kind of odd, you know…” He lightly squeezes the tits in his hands, massaging the hard tissue as gently as he can while Endeavor stoically sits there with his eyes closed and a pink flush rising on his cheeks. Hawks thinks for the longest time that he is hurting him – until a small sound of pleasure escapes the tightly clenched jaw, obviously against Enji’s will.

How stubborn could one man be… though it is kind of cute as well. It’s all Hawks would have expected from the almost aggressively hetero number 1. Or maybe not as hetero has he thought…? As he gingerly pinches the overly warm nipples between his fingers and lightly manipulates them, Enji seems to have to fight not to make any sounds. He is harshly breathing through his mouth, his hands curled so tight around the edge of the bench that the wood sounds worryingly close to cracking.

“Hey… it’s fine… you’re fine. ‘S all good and dandy, big boy. Everybody loves a bit of lovin’ to their tits from time to time,” Hawks mutters, trying to calm him. Endeavor doesn’t react one way or another which is… probably for the best, honestly. Hawks’ attempts at cheering him up usually end in him being even more pissy than usual. “Here… let me help you… bet this feels good, doesn’t it, big boy?”

Endeavor makes a hoarse sound that Hawks thinks might have been supposed to be a growl. He ignores it in favor of leaning over the number 1’s shoulder and staring down at his swollen tits while he fondles them and gets a nice deep grope in. He’s never seen Endeavor this docile before… he really must be hurting.

Hawks is one of the good guys, of course, but that still doesn’t keep him from utilizing the situation. Of playing on all those hot and heavy fantasies he’s had for years now, only being able to watch from afar as Endeavor paraded himself around in those slutty tight costumes he had; showing himself off and refusing to acknowledge how he’s getting guys all around the country painfully hard for his body builder body.

“Damn, Enji, your tits,” Hawks rasps. He wants to rub his erection against Endeavor’s broad back and hump him until he can shoot his load. He wants to push him back onto the bench and spread those massive skull cracking thighs so he can fuck him just like Enji needs to be fucked. He bets he could get him to properly relax for the first time in decades. He bets a good dicking is all it needs for Endeavor to finally see the light and acknowledge just how misguided he has been pretending with that wife of his.

He shouldn’t, though. He shouldn’t. What he should do is advance nice and slow. Let Enji settle down into this new feeling.

Hawks moves around him and crouches down until he is eye-level with those magnificent pair of breasts. God, they look so swollen… the nipples are so painfully hot to the touch. He has no idea why Endeavor has let it come this far in the first place. He should’ve gone to a doctor… but his pride probably didn’t allow that as well.

God, he is cute when he gets his tits fondled; flushed and glassy eyed, trying so hard not to make a sound and only whimpering because of it. He’s got this natural talent…

“Damn those feel hot… should help you cool down, hm? Just stay nice and still… I got you, big guy.”

Hawks licks his lips. He throws a final gaze up at Endeavor before he decides to just risk it all. He ducks in, gently latching his mouth onto Enji’s right nipple. It feels even hotter against his carefully exploring tongue, the surrounding areola surprisingly soft but pebbling quickly as he suckles.

Endeavor’s breath hitches above him. He murmurs something but it is an unintelligible bassy rumble. The wood creaks more ominously as his fingers dig in deeper. He must feel that it is good to get his tits sucked, though; he does not fight it as Hawks puts a bit of pressure on them; massaging his breast as he closes his eyes and sucks-

He pulls back, startled as the first spurt of milk suddenly hits his tongue. Endeavor cries out rough and hoarse, his chest heaving, pale blue eyes large and just as shocked as Hawks’.

He reaches up, wiping over his mouth and staring at the milky liquid on the back of his hand, then at Endeavor’s tit, dribbling white from the pebbled tip. There’s a beat of shocked silence… and then he springs to action.

There’s nothing clever that comes to mind; no sharp little barbs with which he could infuriate Endeavor-san just for the sake of it. He sees an opportunity and he grasps it before the big guy can get to his senses and force him away. He has to latch on again. He has to drink his milk.

He’s always fantasized about a scenario just like this one. He’s always thought that with just enough dedication and tenacity, Endeavor should be able to get trained into giving milk… and here it is now; the truth. No training needed; just Endeavor and his slutty body finally following nature’s call.

His milk is sweet if a bit watery at first. After the first two or three pulls of Hawks’ greedy mouth, it becomes thicker, though.

His other hand is fondling the teat he can’t latch on to quite yet. Enji, as if he’s always been a good boy, just sits there and lets him do his thing. Maybe he is too shocked about what happened. Hawks doesn’t know, he can’t pause to look up and try to read this stoic asshole’s face.

He drinks his fill on one plump breast, then switches over to the other, his belly sloshing with Endeavor’s milk.

The best thing… the absolute best thing is: once he has suckled until no more milk would come, he looks down to find that there is a third place he can milk now.

Just to make sure Enji will have a positive reinforcement… so Hawks can drink again in a few hours when they’re full and aching and maybe finally do good on the promise he’s made himself of fucking the number 1 and giving him his first taste of cock.

He can just tell that Endeavor-san will be such a sweet, obedient boy...