Patreon Compilation – Fic#183 – Endeavor/Hawks – overstimulation; watersports – More Than You Bargained For

Endeavor/Hawks – Enji is obsessed with how fast Hawks can usually recuperate... but he's even more obsessed when Hawks begs him for a small reprieve.

---

Enji bares his teeth at Hawks as he finally comes himself, thick pulses of magma hot cum oozing out of his cock and into the other’s cum-sticky belly. Hawks’ cock hasn’t quite stopped dribbling yet from his own orgasm but it is already flexing again as if trying its hardest to come yet again.

Enji can see his cock through Hawks’ desperately pumping belly whenever he breathes out; a bulge beneath his naval that kicks up every now and then. He almost expects his cum to start inflating the little guy’s stomach as well, but it doesn’t.

Hawks looks completely out of it, arms thrown out to the sides to try and cool off from the sweltering heat that Enji’s body gives off. He leans forward, bracing himself above Hawk’s head. It’s so damn easy to cover the other’s body with his. Hawks is absolutely dwarfed beneath him.

One of his legs keeps twitching against Enji’s hip, his nerve endings overstimulated by his massive cock squeezing into him some half hour ago.

When he starts to slowly pull out, he expects Hawks to have a prolapse… but for some miracle, he doesn’t. His hole just is a gaping mess, though. Enji could easily fit a waterbottle inside of him without any issues…

Hawks’ cock looks plump and pink as if it had been about to grow soft but been disrupted in the middle because of Enji’s hot magma cum pulsing into him.

Enji eyes it while he leans over to grab a bottle of water from the side table and taking some much needed gulps from it. He is debating emptying the rest of the bottle over Hawks’ face but honestly it’s kind of nice not to have him babbling for once so he leaves him be for now.

His wings are outstretched alongside his arms, the tips twitching every now and then. He looks out of it… and while Enji is not really someone who could be called ‘playful’ by any stretch of the imagination, it does make him wonder just what he could do with and to Hawks before he starts to wake up from whatever planet he has left for.

He idly scratches through the stubble on his cheek, then reaches out and slowly curls his fingers around the other’s cock. It does not stand a chance of peeking out at the top. He completely dwarfs it in his fist despite Hawks’ cock not being particularly small. It just comes with being the approximate size of a house.

Not that Enji minds. He likes being the biggest guy in a room at any given moment.

He lightly squeezes the cock in his fist and watches as Hawks’ lids flutter without properly opening. He opens his mouth on a pathetic little groan, trying to lift one leg and protect his oversensitive cock.

Oh that’s kind of fun… very interesting.

Enji ignores him and lets go of his dick in favor of keeping a hold of it with two fingers, using the other to start carefully rubbing circles over the sensitive, spongy crown.

Now that properly gets Hawks’ attention. He arches his back and groans, his hands flinging down to grab a hold of Enji’s forearms, fingers digging in desperately.

“P-Please have mercy… fuck… I need a few minutes-”

“Hmmm you sure? Your penis looks kind of ready for more.” He drags his thumb a little harder over Hawks’ piss slit as he says it, listening to him choking on his own tongue in response, his nails now pushing into his skin.

“Oh m-my god, don’t call it ‘p-penis’?! What the fuck?” he manages to crack one eye open long enough to throw Enji a look of shock and betrayal.

Enji can only shake his head. The youth of today… He leans down and drags his tongue over Hawk’s tip, easily keeping his legs pinned down with his elbows when they try to snap closed around his head to force him away. He can’t deny that he immediately enjoys Hawks’ shock and desperation immensely. There is something very empowering about having someone grovel and whine before him from just a few light touches.

He pulls away, just a little, letting go of Hawks’ cock and watching from up close as it awkwardly sways in the air, somehow hard enough not to immediately flop down like a pathetic little worm but also too soft to stand at a proud erection.

It’s flushed an angry pink from overstimulation and looks so adorable – It reminds him of the sweets he likes to eat in secret; the ones nobody is allowed to know about because it would hurt his image, he is pretty sure.

He drags his thumb over the tip again and again, listening to Hawks starting to babble pleas for him to stop, his muscles visibly cramping as he tries to breathe through the overstimulation of getting his cock handled again so soon.

Enji keeps at it, though, interested to see how far this will go. He keeps rubbing his half-soft cock, interested in all the different ways Hawks’ voice can break as he has to helplessly endure what Enji is giving him.

When he carefully takes Hawks’ testicles in hand as well, manipulating the orbs in the soft, shaved skin of his sac, he actually manages to force another little orgasm out of him.

There’s not much in the way of cum, even; just a few droplets that look absolutely forced as they squeeze out of the tip with Hawks’ back bent and his jaw clenched tight as he is pushed through an orgasm way too fast again.

Enji does not feel particularly remorseful. It’s not like Hawks hasn’t done shit like this to him before, after all. It’s all just payback for all the things the kid likes to push him through when he feels particularly horny or devious – or both.

It does not surprise him when after a good twenty seconds of Hawks just shaking through his forced orgasm and his cock becoming an upset ruddy red, he suddenly sags down like a puppet with its strings cut.

The motion of his chest is obvious, no check-in really needed. He’s just passed out from getting his little dick played with… which Enji will absolutely not let him live down.

He starts to wonder whether he could make him come a third time while he is passed out. At this point it is simply a point of morbid curiosity that keeps him perched on the bed with a now truly limp little cock in his hand.

Might be fun to try and force him into a third one while he is asleep. Maybe he should get his phone and record it all…

The thought is good, so he does just that, leaving Hawks on the bed while he goes to rummage for his phone. He’s never done anything like it but he feels like if anybody can appreciate a little homemade porn of them passed out and getting molested, it absolutely is Hawks.

He has a moment in which he pauses, wondering about where he has ended up and how this fanbody has managed to corrupt him so thoroughly… but he shakes it off fairly quickly, sitting back on the bed and getting a hand on Hawk’s little shrunk dick once more.

The only thing distracting him from starting to blow a stream of hot air against the sensitive, spongy head is the insistent press of his bladder which he had completely ignored while cramming his cock into Hawks over and over again earlier.

Enji grunts, brows knitting in annoyance… before a sudden stroke of genius hits him.

He glances briefly at his phone, perched carefully on the bedside table to catch all of the action.

Should he turn the video off after all? But then again… there is no way that Hawks would not notice what has been going on while he was out of the world just from getting his little dick rubbed a little more than he was ready for-

Enji leaves it running and stands up, shuffling to the side of the bed. Hawks’ bed, naturally; he’d never do this in his own home, though he figures he might have to buy the kid a new bed once everything is said and done.

It’s a small price to pay for something like this, though.

He grabs a hold of his cock and weighs it briefly in his hand before pointing it at Hawks’ crotch.

A last look at Hawks’ slack face, and Enji simply relaxes his muscles. There is no second-guessing, no stressing over it; just him having a need to piss on Hawks – and following through with it while nobody is there to watch or comment on it.

The stream of piss erupting from his cock is finger thick and strong, splashing on Hawks’ small dick and balls and immediately bathing his lower body in hot urine.

If he feels animated to wet himself, Enji could never tell amidst his own stream which he slowly guides up and over the kid’s belly, washing away some of their mingled cum starting to dry.

It’s just providing a service, really.

Yeah.