November 2021 Drabble #1 (Patreon)

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Endeavor solo – edging – Hawks gave him an idea so he has to try it out... naturally everybody else is to blame for him being a nasty perv :)

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Endeavor presses his forehead against the closet door. This is a… highly undignified situation. Which makes him even hotter.

His mouth opens on a low groan, cock jerking in his strangling fist. His tongue slips out without his doing, saliva gathering at the tip and slowly dripping to the floor. Just outside the door he can hear footsteps and muffled conversations.

It would only take one perceptive sidekick to hear the shuffling behind the door or feel the oppressive heat he is emanating to expose him like the nasty pervert that he is.

He clenches his eyes shut, a wholly different kind of heat prickling through his body and curling around the base of his cock.

Hawks. This is all Hawks’ fault. He should never have gone out drinking with him. He should never let the little twerp have gotten enough steam to talk his ear off about everything under the sun.

He should not have listened to him groaning and probably rubbing one out under the low table as he told him how how it is to edge. How good it feels. How it sharpens the senses and helps him focus on the job until he can get back home and finish what he’s started…

It’s been pure morbid curiosity that has led him into this situation, of course. It’s not like the thought of getting caught dragging his palm over his flushed tip again and again is getting him so much closer to completion…

Endeavor almost misses the point of no return. He isn’t used to making himself stop at the very precipice and claw his way back down. It hurts. His balls ache, body revolting like it is appalled that it isn’t allowed to pump the hot load brewing in his sac.

Enji’s hips keep flexing forward, fucking his palm despite him trying to just let go of it all and ride out the waves until the imminent need to come recedes. Hawks is able to do this? He won’t believe it until he sees. The amount of self-discipline needed for him to stop rubbing his palm over his swollen crown is herculean.

He feels miserable when the desperate need to come finally recedes and he doesn’t feel like he’s about to pump out his load if he breathes the wrong way.

Miserable and… good. Very good.

Enji bites his lower lip, steam shooting from his nostrils as he carefully starts to edge himself once more, body aching like he is hurting himself by doing it.

But he feels… powerful.