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One of the perks of being glued to Endeavor and Best Jeanist for the past few weeks, Hawks thinks, is being able to watch by the sidelines as they spar in their free time.
It became routine to finish another day of running around fighting villains on the run and angry civilians with a nice, de-stressing brawl between bros. Today their destiny ended up being the Endeavor Agency, most of the sidekicks already gone for the day, considering it is just about 1 am.
Hawks is thankful for the calmer environment. Since his feather had started growing back up he’s been a little too easily overwhelmed by most things.
He watches attentively while drinking from his cold bottle of water as Enji and Tsunagu meet each other in the middle of the tatami. They had agreed on quirkless training, since Hawks can’t really use his yet. It’s always good to keep yourself on your feet without having to rely too much on it.
It’s easier to go against Tsunagu, to Hawks. They both have a slicker way of fighting, which makes it natural for Hawks to predict his movements and escape it. With Enji it’s not as simple. Hawks can be fast, but Enji’s strength almost always ends up winning.
What’s entertaining, though, is watching Enji and Tsunagu. Never mind that he just enjoys seeing them panting and sweating.
They begin with caution, both waiting for the other to do the first move.
It’s not a surprise when Enji is the one to start their spar with a quick swift of his feet under Tsunagu. He dodges it easily, sidestepping to his right and advancing with a punch aimed at Enji’s side. Enji escapes it by a hair, puffing air as they circle each other again.
Hawks watches intensely as they try over and over again to get a punch or a kick to hit their target, but most end up failing. Even if Tsunagu is more of a mid-range fighter, he's the one to connect more hits against Enji with his long limbs (and not so clean way of fighting). He likes to fake a right then throw a punch on the opposite side, Enji's turning to defend himself, or even just taunting with words.
Enji’s not a very patient man, and Tsunagu can be even worse than Hawks himself backhanded comments about how Enji’s too slow, maybe too old to still be fighting.
Things start to get out of control when Tsunagu flees from a high kick and laughs as Enji stumbles into thin air. This is what Hawks has been waiting for.
That’s enough to get Enji throwing a ball of fire Tsunagu’s way. The blond man barely makes it out without having his arm burnt and looks fakely surprised that Enji snapped, like that wasn’t his plan all along.
“That’s cheating,” Tsunagu gives a few steps backwards, eyes not leaving Enji’s intense blue ones, a playful tone on his lips.
"You little-" Enji starts focusing his flames on the palm of his hand, ready to throw a ball of fire at Tsunagu when dark threads leave the man’s own shirt to grab Enji’s hands.
Ah, yes. This is what Hawks had been waiting for.
The smell of burnt fabric hits Hawks’ nose, and he’s a little ashamed to admit how much that affects him, a shiver running down his spine as he makes himself more comfortable on his seat. He’d acquired some weird pavlovian reaction to that smell.
Hawks’ sharp eyes try to keep track of everything going on in front of him: Tsunagu turning his own shirt into a sleeveless croptop trying to stop Enji from getting too close, Enji burning all of Tsunagu’s efforts, literally. He knows where this is going, but the thrill is still the same.
Tsunagu’s stomach is glistening with sweat from Enji’s heat, small droplets catching on the big scar there before running lower. Hawks wets his lips as he follows a particular shiny one losing itself into Tsunagu’s work out pants. His own pants start getting uncomfortably hot.
It seems like Tsunagu has had enough of Enji’s pissed off mumblings, because he finally starts dragging things down and decides to use Enji’s own shirt as a restraint. The fireproof fabric doesn’t stand a chance against Enji’s own quirk, and in a second his arms are held behind his back as his shirt becomes thick black threads that make pretty knots all over his pale bulging arms. Tsunagu’s elegance shows its head even at a time like this. Hawks is always thankful for it, the picture it makes is so damn pretty.
Enji puffs steam and struggles against the imprisonment, but Tsunagu’s hold stays strong. The movement makes Enji’s chest stand out, pink nipples begging for attention. Hawks’ pants start getting a little tighter.
“Let me go,” Enji glares down at Tsunagu, marching in the direction of the other man.
“Now why would I do that?”
With a hand in front of him in a stop motion, Tsunagu ties Enji’s legs together to stop his advance. It makes Enji halt suddenly, losing his footing and falling down with a loud thud and his knees hit the ground hard. Enji’s eyes are pure fire, but he can’t hide how large his pupils grow. Hawks has to open his legs a little to relieve the pressure against his hard on.
Tsunagu tsks as he approaches Enji on his knees. The picture they make leaves Hawks’ throat dry. Tsunagu standing over Enji, sweaty bangs showing a little of his sharp green eyes, makeshift crop top leaving his middle exposed, and sweatpants not hiding how much he’s enjoying the whole thing. Enji’s no better, he might try and act like he wants to be freed, but they all know how much he enjoys being overtaken by one of them, or both.
“Tsunagu,” Enji’s tone is slightly threatening, but he never finishes, the room falling into silence for a few moments while they wait for more.
“What,” long fingers under Enji’s chin bring his gaze to the blond, “you have nothing more to say?”
Enji’s next attempt at Tsunagu’s name leaves his mouth in a pleading, breathless tone that makes Hawks sit on the edge of his seat. He’s always surprised by how quickly Enji let’s go these days, when it usually would take them a lot of coaxing and manhandling to get him to this point.
Hawks can’t help but to push his hand against his half-hard cock to give it some friction as he watches Tsunagu slip his right thumb past Enji’s lips, hooking it inside, to which Enji welcomes greedily with his hot tongue. Shit , he can almost feel it on his own thumb.
Sharp eyes run over every detail of the scene unfolding in front of him, trying to burn it into his mind. Hawks swears he can see Enji’s cock twitching where it stretches the fabric of his pants, and he’s tempted to signal Tsunagu somehow about it, but Hawks knows the man will probably scold him for wanting to give Enji everything so quickly.
Rationally, he knows how much Enji likes to please them before he finds his own release, but at the same time Hawks’ own eagerness to please the older man often got in the way of them really enjoying things and not ending it all too quickly. It’s nice to have Tsunagu to reign Hawks in now, and things started getting considerably better after it. With time, Hawks has started to get better at reading the cues given by Enji’s body.
Enji’s mouth is open wide as he pants against Tsunagu’s finger, his pink tongue poking out eventually as his chin starts getting wetter by the second. The redhead grunts something ininteligible, eyes dropping to Tsunagu’s waist.
“What was that?” The thumb is pulled out just enough for Enji to answer properly.
“Give me your cock,” Tsunagu holds Enji’s face more firmly in reprimand, and Enji’s eyes move back to his face. “Please.”
Hawks is getting rid of his pants so fast he doesn’t even hear Tsunagu’s reply, but by Enji’s reaction it must have been a compliment. He’s still aware enough to get a feather to make sure the door to the training room is locked, this Enji is for no one else’s eyes but theirs.
By the time Hawks’ focus is back on the men in the middle of the room and he’s stroking his now hard cock lazily, Tsunagu is pulling his pants down with his free hand. The black underwear underneath it is stretched to its limits, which he pulls down slowly, long dick revealed agonizing leisurely as it flops in front of Enji’s face. The fucking tease , Hawks curses internaly, but his eyes don’t leave Tsunagu’s movements for a second.
Enji’s eyes are so dark as he stares too. He tries to swallow some of the saliva pooling on his mouth but can’t do it properly with Tsunagu’s hand still keeping his mouth open. Pleading eyes and a tongue lolled out in wait is all it needs for Tsunagu to start moving.
His hand that’s on Enji’s face moves to hold tightly at slightly damp hair. Enji moans into the feeling and angles his head better to take Tsunagu’s wet tip into his mouth, plump lips closing immediately over it and sucking softly. Enji’s eyes are half-lidded, a blissed out expression as Tsunagu slowly pushes forward. Hawks can only imagine how wet and hot Enji’s mouth feels and holds himself tightly to push his own pleasure down a bit.
Tsunagu is not small by any means, but Enji takes all of it so good that soon his sharp nose is touching the blond hair of Tsunagu’s pelvis. Enji breathes deeply, and Hawks watches entranced as the man’s throat starts relaxing against the intrusion.
Once Tsunagu seems to think Enji’s good enough, he starts pumping his hips slowly, not going too far before pulling Enji’s head towards him again. Hawks wets his hand quickly and tries to follow the rhythm going on in front of him.
It doesn’t take long for Enji to start moaning around Tsunagu’s cock, which makes the other man increase his pace when every vibration of Enji’s throat brings a shiver down his spine. Soon his other hand joins the first on Enji’s hair, and Tsunagu calls his name softly with a questioning inflection. Hawks know what’s coming, and he braces himself for it when Enji opens his eyes long enough to gaze hungrily at Tsunagu and nod as best as he can.
That’s all the tall blond needs to finally start fucking Enji’s throat deeply, thrusts quickening while Enji goes boneless against his hands. Hawks’ moans join Enji’s, room getting increasingly hot as the three of them get lost in the haze of pleasure consuming the air around them.
Enji takes every one of Tsunagu’s thrust with a wet moan, droll making its way from his chin to his sweaty neck. A particularly loud moan makes Hawks look down to watch as Tsunagu presses a foot to Enji’s large bulge and circles it a few times.
From Tsunagu’s own groans and deeper thrusts, it doesn’t look like he’ll last much longer. Hawks is no better, and that’s all from just watching the man fucking Enji’s throat so nicely. Enji’s hips try to find the friction Tsunagu just gave it, but his foot doesn’t move, and Enji is left whining when the other man stops all of his movements.
“Enji,” Tsunagu’s voice is thight as he tries to catch the attention of the man on his knees, “you’re not allowed to come before me and Keigo are done, do you understand?”
Even if his eyes reveal he’s not really there, Enji nods as best as he can. Tsunagu motions for Hawks to approach them, which he does willingly.
Hawks attaches himself to Tsunagu’s back as he watches around the man’s arm as he quickly restarts his movements. He uses the motion to grind his own leaking cock against Tsunagu’s hip while he waits for his turn.
It doesn’t take long before Tsunagu’s thrusts become shallow and he’s grunting lowly as he spends himself deep into Enji’s throat. Hawks’ eyes don’t leave the place where they’re connected, Enji trying to swallow as best as he can, but still some of Tsunagu’s seed join the slobber on his face. It probably won’t take him much longer after this.
He detaches himself from Tsunagu so the man can pull out with a lasting pat to Enji’s nape. Hawks eagerly takes his place, not giving Enji much time to breath before he’s burying himself into that wet as hell mouth.
The heat of Enji’s mouth leaves Hawks shaking as he tries to find his own release. He’s not as big as Tsunagu, but Hawks cock hits the back of Enji’s throat with every thrust, the pressure at the head making Hawks moan loudly. It doesn’t even take him two full minutes before he’s filling Enji once again, holding the man’s head snugly against his front as Enji swallows and milks him for all he’s worth.
Hawks doesn’t want to pull away, but a big hand on his shoulder reminds him to let Enji finally breathe. He pulls away slowly, enjoying the feel of Enji’s tongue against his sensitive cock.
Tsunagu is beside him, his foot back on Enji’s hard-on, pressing hard and steadily, “come for us, Enji.”
They both hold Enji’s head as the man comes long and hard inside his own pants, a soundless moan on his still open mouth. Hawks regard Enji with a light heart as the man comes down and back to their world, eyes focusing back on the men in front of him.
The knots on his back are gone in a second, arms white with the lack of blood flowing there all this time. Hawks gets down to massage Enji’s arms and get the feeling back into them while Tsunagu cleans Enji’s face and neck with what’s left of his own shirt.
A comfortable silence falls upon them as Hawks and Tsunagu help Enji up with soft touches and small kisses.
“Thanks,” Enji murmurs once he’s back with them, a tired but content sigh on his lips.
“You were amazing,” Hawks tells him lovingly as he grabs his half full bottle of water so Enji can drink some.
“You were,” Tsunagu reassures.
They take a while to catch their breaths and put the room back into its usual order before stumbling together to Enji’s office apartment for some much needed rest, the tension of the day left behind as they turn the lights off and lock the training room behind them.