2nd Drabble of June 2020

Hawks has hypnotizing eyes – and that’s not just a figure of speech.

He knows he has, of course. He’s always been able to get what he wanted with them.

Enji on the other hand… doesn’t know it. Of course.

It is not that Hawks hasn’t told him one or two times, when lying on the thick himbo’s body and watching his face contort adorably as he tried to figure out however he could have landed underneath the number 2.

Enji, typically, had never believed him. Hawks doesn’t mind. He feels he’s done his due diligence in warning Todoroki-san, so now he can sit back and enjoy the show without any regrets.

There is something magical about watching a 6’5 mountain of a man in tiny lacy underwear that absolutely screamed for mercy. His cock has already found a way outside, hanging from the leg hole of the ice blue panties; fat and meaty, with a silky drooping foreskin that Hawks really wants to get his hands on one of these days.

Who would have thought that the number 1 would look like an absolute snack posing in lingerie and having the most braindead expression that Hawks has ever seen on someone’s face? Well. Hawks knew. And so did all the kinksters on the web that loved to photoshop Enji into all kinds of degrading scenarios.

Hawks had a feeling that Enji would explode and raze Japan to the ground if he ever knew, but luckily the oldtimer had no fucking clue how the internet even worked.

So Hawks – and all the other thirsty fanboys – could relax and enjoy.

“Get on the bed,” he orders easily. Enji swivels slowly on one foot before lumbering his way over. Hypnotized he seems more like a zombie than anything else, and Hawks thoroughly enjoys it. Usually the dude is taciturn at best and volatile at worst, but when he dances to Hawks’ tune, he is blessedly obedient and quiet.

Hawks has sent feathers ahead of him, pulling the duvet down and fluffing the pillow, even though he won’t be lying his head in it. They now tug and prod on Enji to get him into the position Hawks wants him to be in.

By the time he joins his braindead himbo, Enji is on all fours, his delicious round ass up in the air.

Hawks likes to think that Enji had been an anal virgin before starting as Hawks’ personal toy. He seems like the kind of person that only has sex to procreate; probably only when the lights are out, and only in missionary.

He is still trying to tease that particular information out of him, but Endeavor without hypnosis remains to be an infuriating killjoy.

Oh well.

Hawks crawls behind him, and drags his little panties down, giddy at the sight of Enji’s fat breeder balls and heavy cock swinging low between his thighs. He’ll never get tired of the sight. He wonders if his balls naturally produce enough cum to make them look this swollen and ripe, or whether Endeavor doesn’t even jerk off between the times that Hawks makes him dance for him like a puppet.

Ohh there are still so many secrets for Hawks to crack.