Extension of September 2020 Drabble #2

Endeavor’s junk is a thing of beauty. Hawks’ mouth starts watering as he rubs his hands together, staring at the meaty beercan cock in its nest of bright red pubes. It looks like Endeavor’s dick is on fire which is pretty neat.

Underneath his cock is a pair of balls that take his breath away. It makes him wonder just how Endeavor manages to hide that massive package in his skin tight suit. Props to the agency tailoring that thing.

The #1 hero is fighting tooth and nail against the feathers pinning him down, but he has no leverage.

Hawks smiles at him with the patience of a saint.

“All those muscles are pretty useless when I can use simple physics to keep you immobilized.”

Endeavor looks pretty deranged with his bright red face, skin smoking like a sizzling iron.

“I am going to burn this building down!” he roars.

Hawks winces and rubs at his ears.

“Sheesh! Calm down. What do you want to say to the police? ‘Officer, I went there to get a massage and my toxic masculinity had me have a hissy fit like a three year old.’”

Endeavor gapes at him. Hawks isn’t entirely sure if it is because he is horrified at all of this or whether he doesn’t have a grasp on half the stuff he just said. He rubs his hands together again. Ooooh he loves himbos the most!

“I’d suggest you just lay back and enjoy the ride. You’ll love it. It’s a guarantee by yours truly.”

Endeavor has stopped struggling for now, but Hawks does not let his feathers skitter away from holding his limbs immobilized. He is suitably sure that Endeavor doesn’t have enough brain cells to think and struggle at the same time. He is most likely wondering about his next move, and he does not want to be caught off guard when he’s come to a conclusion.

“What exactly are you going to do?” the #1 finally asks. He seems to want to do this civilly at least. Hawks smiles at him and steps closer; right between those massively muscled thighs. He puts his hands on Endeavor’s belly and for a second admires both how the big guy tenses up (ooh… sensitive…) and also how small his hands look on the behemoth.

Wow. Just wow.

“I’m going to help you relax for once in your miserable life. And you’ll love it. If you just let me.”

He purrs the last, slowly letting his hands slide up the tightly muscled belly until he is practically lying on top the hero, hands full with those magnificent pecs. Endeavor really is quite something. Rarely has Hawks seen someone as downright perfect as this specimen right here.

He still got that Endeavor plushie at home that he got when he was a kid. He doesn’t tell him he’s been a fan for forever… he feels like #1 would get a huge hang-up on that as well.

For now, Endeavor’s painfully blue eyes are staring at him like he’s grown a second head or something. He is quiet, though. Maybe Hawks feeling him up so blatantly has shocked him into silence.

Hawks smiles and for a second slides his thumbs over Endeavor’s nipples before he takes his hands away and grasps the bottle of oil a few of his feathers have carried over to him. Beneath the shocked, silent glare of the number 1 hero, he slicks his fingertips up and gets them back onto those massive pecs.

“Damn, Endeavor-san… your tits…”

He carefully tickles oil slick nipples while he watches the hero’s reaction from beneath lowered lids. It doesn’t take long. His face goes an alarming shade of red as he seems to parse what Hawks has said, then goes very pale within seconds when he feels him touching him. Feeling him up. Playing with him.

It only takes a few seconds more before the flush is back full force; this time looking less angry and more embarrassed.

His mouth opens a little so he can breathe better. Hawks can’t help but grin. He slowly rubs his fingers over the perky nipples again, and Endeavor reacts beautifully: a low groan and a soft arch of his back.

Oh, he really is very sensitive…

Hawks utilizes his momentary silence to slide down his body.

“We don’t have like… all the time in the world. You booked the shortest time slot possible.” Because you’re a contrary little bitch. “But I’ll make it worth your while. I promised I would, right?”

He dribbles more oil onto his palm and slowly rubs his hands together to warm it and spread it over his fingers. He watches Endeavor while he does it. There are more sparks of fire igniting all over his body, but he visibly tries to reign it in. It’s actually really cute.

“Nobody’ll ever know what happens in here,” Hawks assures in a low murmur. He knows how to handle the skittish ones; though he would have never pegged (hah) Endeavor to be one. The number one just stares back at him like he wants to pin him to the wall like an insect.

When Hawks’ oil silky hands cradle his testicles, there is a twitch to the corner of his mouth that makes him look a little… ah… deranged, but Hawks is undaunted. He looks down and just lets his mouth run wild; he’s good at that. Even better than he is at giving massages.

“Never seen a pair like yours, Endeavor-san. You got to fuck like a bull, don’t you? No wonder you got so many kids… you’re a virile stud, aren’t you?”

He lightly separates the testicles with his thumb just to see the fist sized balls in all their glory. When he doesn’t hear anything – neither confirmation nor denial – he glances up again. Endeavor looks stunned, his mouth slack. Hawks would have thought he was horrified if that bull cock of his wasn’t on its best way to getting hard.

Under his delighted stare, the fat meat starts to slowly engorge, the mushroom tip swelling and trying its best to push out of the generous slip of his foreskin.

Everything on Endeavor is just… massive, he realizes. His ego, his presence, his stature… his pecs, his balls, his cock. His goddamn foreskin. Hawks almost drools at the thought of sticking his tongue between it and the beer can dick. He’s suitably sure that he could slip the loose skin a fine bit over his own cock if he tried to dock him.

“You’re larger than life,” he says softly. It’s not even a lie this time; Endeavor has to know it… but he just keeps on staring, watching him with an intent that has goosebumps rise along his arms.

Hawks stares back down at the balls he has to cradle in both palms. They’re inhumanly hot to the touch. It feels like he will burn his tongue if he starts to lick them, but he just has to do it; oil and all. He leans down and starts to give them open-mouthed, suckling kisses.

When he slowly lets go of the heavy testicles to instead grope at Endeavor’s thickly muscled thighs, he can see just how heavy they are, pulling down in their sack.

He closes his eyes and goes deeper in, shoving his face into the thickly scented space between Endeavor’s fat erection and his heavy balls. He tongues the fold of skin, getting everything nice and wet with saliva, only to realize that the inhuman heat Endeavor gives off dries everything away in seconds.

Whenever he pulls back to catch his breath, his skin feels tight and overly sensitive. He has to be pink all over as if having a slight sunburn on his face.

“Damn, Endeavor-san… do you burn the pussies you fuck, too?”

He can feel the huge muscles against his palms jump. When he looks up, Endeavor’s cock half blinding him as it lies across his face, he can see Endeavor’s beard aflame before the number one can quickly put it out again.

He looks so embarrassed that it is almost endearing. What the Hell is wrong with this guy?

When’s the last time he really got to empty those big breeder balls?

Hawks gets his answer when he clasps them once more in his oily hands, gently manipulating the ripe testicles while popping his mouth over the spongy tip of his cock.

He hasn’t even really thought about what rhythm to give him and how to unhinge his jaw in order to throat fuck himself on the cock, when…

The balls in his grasp seem to pull up to Endeavor’s body. His cock gives a weak little kick before cum oozes like magma into Hawks’ mouth and starts to slide down his throat. He splutters, confused and surprised, then quickly gets with the program to swallow down as much as he can.

Endeavor’s head has fallen back and he can only see the underside of his chin, his thick throat bared and strained as his whole body undulates, trying to fuck as he comes like a horse.

No wonder his attitude is so rotten… the last time he got to properly nut had to be… years ago.

Hawks mentally checks his planner. He needs to jot Endeavor down for another appointment as long as the himbo is cum dumb and will agree to anything.