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Tōya just doesn't get it. How did Enji get a hot, young boyfriend? Keigo's a year younger than Tōya for fuck's sake. Which they've apparently made a silent decision to pretend isn't a little fucking weird. More importantly, how is Enji keeping him? Enji's like the most boring man on the planet and even now, his temper isn't exactly well managed. At the very least, Tōya figured Keigo would've been out of here weeks ago but the two of them are still going strong.
Or going at any rate.
Admittedly, Enji isn't exactly a romantic either and Tōya can't tell what exactly it is they're even doing that either of them could consider dating. Keigo's usually at their house lately but with Enji's overly reserved nature, it always seems like he's just tolerating Keigo. They don't touch or kiss- hell, conversations are ninety percent Keigo talking, five percent Enji grunting, and five percent Enji just straight up ignoring him.
But Keigo has rebuffed all of Tōya's flirting attempts, discreet or otherwise. He just reminds Tōya he's 'dating his dad' and moves on. Plus, Enji doesn't even get mad about it? If they were really dating, Enji should be pissed Tōya's trying to put the moves on his dumb little boyfriend. It's not like Tōya has any shame about flirting with Keigo in front of dear ol' dad.
"Endeavor-san~?"
That being said, Tōya can't imagine Enji would just be cool with Keigo being at their house all the time if they weren't dating. Much less letting himself in so confidently.
"Old man's working late," Tōya says. Keigo sounds a bit off and one glance tells the whole story. Clearly he's been drinking.
"Eh? He would've told me if he was," Keigo complains, lazily fluttering closer. Sure enough, he's flushed in the face and a bit dazed looking. He doesn't look the type to hold his alcohol well so he probably hasn't had much but obviously he's had enough.
"He did," Tōya replies mildly. That's probably why Keigo was drinking today. Enji certainly wouldn't put up with him being drunk. Keigo thinks about this way too hard before finally shrugging animatedly.
"Lame," he says, already working on taking off his shirt. "Guess I'll just- just take a nap until he gets home." It comes out jumbled but he seems to be talking to himself anyways, quick to forget Tōya is even here. Tōya watches as he flies himself into the doorway, tells the door frame 'excuse me', and disappears down the hall towards Enji's bedroom. Actually, it's probably impressive that Enji even tolerates this one sometimes.
It is pretty early. Why was Keigo daytime drinking, anyways? Not that Tōya really cares. Sometimes he daytime drinks to deal with Enji, too. But Enji won't be home for a couple hours at least and that's if he even makes it home tonight. 'Working late' usually means not getting home until the early hours of the morning.
Tōya gets up to follow Keigo into the bedroom.
Perhaps surprisingly, Keigo has already managed to get mostly stripped of his clothes and is face down in the soft bed. So he was coordinated enough to do that still. When Tōya slides the door closed behind him, Keigo lifts his head with a dopey grin to look.
"Endeavor-san?" he murmurs.
"Shouldn't you be calling him Enji by now?" Tōya asks. Keigo pouts, immediately dropping his face back into the bed. His wings fluff briefly like an agitated bird but Tōya pets one and they begin to settle again beneath his fingers. He lets his guard down so easily around the family. It almost makes him seem like he belongs here.
"Who says I don't?" he insists, propping his chin up on one of his arms. Tōya glides his hand down further, smoothing out Keigo's ruffled feathers as he goes. By the soft sigh Keigo lets out, he likes it.
"Never hear you call him his name," Tōya points out. He draws his fingers over the burned skin of Keigo's spine and feels Keigo shudder faintly. It's unclear if the injury is still sensitive or the base of his wings are or possibly both.
"I call him Enji sometimes," Keigo argues begrudgingly. "He doesn't like it, though." Tōya barks a laugh.
"That's the old man for you," he replies, stroking some of the soft down along his back. Keigo makes another grumpy noise. He peers over his shoulder again to look at Tōya questioningly and Tōya replies with a lazy smirk.
"What're you doing, anyways?" Keigo asks. Even so, he closes his eyes and seems to enjoy the soft, warm touches. Tōya grabs the base of one of Keigo's wings with sudden firmness and it rips a startled gasp out of Keigo immediately. He jolts, red face flushing even redder despite quickly trying to recompose himself. Too late for that.
"Knew it," Tōya says. He tugs Keigo's wing and Keigo drops his face back into the bed to stifle his moan. So his wings really are sensitive after all. A hand lashes out pathetically to try and swat Tōya away but the effort is weak at best. "Poor birdie came home drunk and horny with no Enji to take care of him."
"That's not-!" Keigo argues. Tōya doesn't let him finish, though, using the hold of his wing to flip him onto his back without warning. The all too obvious tent in his boxers confirms Tōya's suspicions very plainly. Keigo blushes harder and quickly tries to make a scramble to do something. Instead, Tōya pins his shoulders to the bed and hastily straddles his thighs to keep him in place. "Tōya, get off-!"
A feather lashes out, cutting Tōya's face shallowly. Tōya can feel the little prick of blood well up from the warning shot and he grins. He grabs one of Keigo's wings hard enough to make him gasp uncomfortably this time, the heat of his hand providing its own warning.
"I don't think Enji would be too happy if you hurt his son, Keigo," Tōya insists. Keigo freezes.
"I-" he stammers out. Tōya shifts his hips forward, rubbing against Keigo's hard-on through their clothes and making him wince. He's a good bit smaller than Tōya so it isn't surprising that he's not heavily endowed but he's certainly thoroughly excited already. Are Hawks and Enji not having sex either? That wouldn't surprise Tōya knowing what he knows about Enji but that makes Keigo sticking around all the more surprising.
"Ha, why're you so hard? Aren't you dating the old man?" Tōya asks, leaning over him to pin both of his wings down and grinding against Keigo relentlessly. Keigo pushes his hands against Tōya's chest like he's considering shoving him away but he doesn't actually do it. He doesn't really do anything.
"I- I am," he argues. "Get off me, Tōya. I'm not- we can't-" With every push of Tōya's hips, Keigo seems to lose his train of thought. Tōya can feel his cock twitching eagerly for more. Even if they are having sex, obviously Keigo isn't getting something out of the old man. Either that, or alcohol makes him really horny. Tōya releases his wings and lifts his hips. Keigo actually sighs in relief at the break of contact.
"I'll give you something dad can't, yeah?" Tōya promises. He pushes the waistband of his sweats down, gladly revealing that's all he's wearing below and in turn, showing off how dripping with slick he already is. His naturally high temperature makes it easy for him to get going but what can he say? He thinks Keigo is hot and that certainly helps. Keigo's eyes get really wide and his gaze immediately fixates on Tōya's flushed cunt. It's only when Tōya flicks his sweatpants aside that Keigo begins to squirm again.
"H-hold on!" he chirps in a panic. Tōya ignores him in favor of pushing his boxers down to free his achingly hard cock. He wraps his fingers around it and immediately, Keigo is stun locked again. At least his daytime drinking isn't affecting his performance. Tōya sizes his cock up as he strokes it, watching it respond wholeheartedly to his heated touch and quickly begin to drool precum. Yeah, no way Enji should have a boyfriend this nice. No way that old man knows what to do with a dick this nice either.
"If Enji wasn't keeping you satisfied, you could've just said so," Tōya insists. He holds Keigo's cock steady as he rubs his achingly hot cunt against it and covers it in his slick. Keigo pushes at his thighs weakly, like he's not even trying to get Tōya off.
"Tōya stop," he tries to demand but he just sounds pathetic. Worse still, his breath audibly hitches when Tōya guides the tip to his slit to lewdly kiss it. Keigo can't even look away; he's so enraptured. Tōya grins as he sinks down, basking in the sensation of the nice girth, inch by inch. Actually, it's a good size after all. Rocking his hips, he can feel it prod his sweet spot perfectly. Keigo muffles out a strained noise. "Tōya. Take it out."
"Feels good raw, doesn't it?" Tōya replies with a rumble. "Can you feel how much hotter I am than the old man?" It's only then that Keigo physically covers his eyes to stop from looking. The good this does is minimum when he's still groaning from between his teeth and his hips twitch helplessly to feel more of Tōya's sweltering cunt.
"Please stop," Keigo begs again. Tōya braces his hands on Keigo's chest and leans down over him. Stubbornly, Keigo tries to look further away.
"I'll stop when you come in me, yeah?" he says quietly. "I want every drop."
The door behind them suddenly slides open and Tōya is briefly caught off guard. Enji's home already? That's unfortunate timing. Tōya was hoping to get at least one round in. Still, it's not like he didn't expect this to cause a fight so whether it's now or later doesn't really matter to him. He glances over his shoulder, smirking at his father without an ounce of shame.
"E-Enji-" Keigo stammers roughly. "I can- I can explain-"
"I was just keeping him warm for you," Tōya assures. "Nothing to worry about." Enji doesn't display any obvious emotion but Tōya knows it's there. It's been a while but it's not like he hasn't been hit by his dad before. Enji can pretend like he's changed but he hasn't. Tōya knows he hasn't and he can prove it.
"It's not Tōya's fault," Keigo urges in a fumble. What. Is he stupid? Why is he trying to shift the blame off Tōya? Enji closes the door behind him.
"Be quiet," he replies shortly. Tōya fucks himself down on Keigo's cock leisurely as Enji comes closer. Dad isn't going to have a boyfriend for much longer, that's for sure.
"That's not any way to talk to your alleged boyfriend," Tōya laments sarcastically. "No wonder he could get it up for me so easily." Enji grabs his arms with ease, twisting them behind his back and hoisting him up in one powerful hand. With how much bigger Enji is than him, Tōya doesn't have the option to fight back even if he wanted to. Keigo's cock slips out with a wet pop, drenched in his slick and still throbbing. Even now, Keigo is still aroused. Tōya laughs.
That's it, now for Enji to beat him in front of his cute little boyfriend and scare him away forever.
"Are you really that starved for attention?"
Eh? Tōya jerks as he feels the thick fingers between his thighs, rubbing his slick cunt firmly. Confusion briefly removes his ability to actually process anything going on. Enji's fingers push over his stiff clit, however, and everything comes rushing back with a pleasured jolt. His dad is touching him? Why is his dad touching him? Two very conflicted feelings wage war in Tōya's chest.
"What do you think you're doing, pervert?" he barks, trying to move his hips away. Held as he is, he doesn't have any leverage to really move and all he does is end up rutting against Enji's fingers. "Have you fucking lost it, old man? Don't fucking touch me like that."
Enji doesn't say anything, though. He pushes a pair of fingers inside Tōya's hot cunt and Tōya can't help the small gasp he lets out. Is it because Enji's fingers are so hot? He's never been this sensitive before. It feels too good for his own father to be the source of it. More slick runs down his thighs and coats Enji's hand liberally- it's almost enough to make Tōya embarrassed. He tries to wriggle his arms free but Enji's grip is so solid, he's sure he's going to have bruises later.
And Keigo's just watching.
The worst part is, Tōya can't say he strictly hates this. It's really fucking weird, sure, but it doesn't feel bad. Maybe that's just because Enji isn't a very tactile man and this is the most physical affection he's ever been shown. Which is irritating. Tōya bites his lip to stop any overly eager sounds from drooling out as his father's fingers so easily find his sweet spot and prod it relentlessly.
"Ha, gonna make your son come?" Tōya rasps. "How perverted can you get?" Still, Enji doesn't reply at all and he certainly doesn't stop. If anything, he seems to work his fingers even quicker like he's trying to get Tōya off. He doesn't though, withdrawing them just a moment too soon and leaving Tōya to grumble out a frustrated complaint. Who would've expected such a reserved old bastard to be so good with his fingers? Tōya can't say he's ever gotten so close from fingers alone.
Then there's something not his fingers.
"Wha-" It's hot. The feeling of Enji's blunt cock prodding his cunt is a lot all at once. Just that alone makes Tōya far too aware of how much thicker Enji's cock is. It rubs and prods his slick cunt, quickly becoming drenched in Tōya's hot fluids. "You're kidding. No way, you can't put it in! I get it, old man, I crossed a line!"
This has to be a joke. So maybe Tōya went a little too far and now haha, Enji is showing him what for- like a parent forcing their kid to smoke a whole carton of cigarettes. Unfortunately, Enji isn't exactly known for his humor.
Tōya's breath hitches as he feels the thick head push inside. It is certainly a lot bigger than Keigo's nicely sized cock and he can't help the muffled whimper as he's stretched by it. He's so wet, it goes in far too easily and the faint sting of having to take something so large makes Tōya more aroused than he wants to admit. Enji doesn't stop there but pushes in further, just slow enough to make Tōya feel every inch of his dad's cock as it carves him open.
"It's too big," he complains, more arousal in his voice than discomfort. Enji changes his grip, taking a hold of Tōya's upper arms and pushing him forward to loom over Keigo. He can hardly focus on Keigo who ever still lays there in rapt attention. Tōya's drooling.
"You big fucking oaf, take it out," he urges again though even to himself, it sounds less than sincere. Not that sincerity is what his father is looking for. Tōya tosses his head down as Enji suddenly thrusts forward, shoving in to the very root and pushing his stupid, fat cock against any and every spot that makes Tōya see stars. He clenches down and this only aids in making Tōya feel that hard, unrelenting cock even better.
He might be starting to see why Keigo sticks around.
The position Enji holds him in is far from comfortable but it's not like Tōya notices once he starts moving. Enji doesn't even have the sense to ease into anything, he just suddenly starts thrusting in quick and rough. Tōya makes an undignified sound as his dad fucks him like nothing more than a cock sleeve. No matter how much he wants to tell himself he doesn't like it, it just feels too good. Enji's hot, thick cock slamming into him again and again- so thick it even makes his slender stomach bulge faintly.
"E-Enji," Keigo says. Despite drooling all over Keigo's chest, Tōya had forgotten he was here. Kind of easy to do when dad's cock is rattling his thoughts at perfectly even intervals. Enji stops rather abruptly, his rock hard cock pushed in as deep as he can go, and Tōya whimpers a needy noise. He can feel the intense heat Enji puts off inside of him. His cervix lewdly kisses the tip of Enji's cock and in return, is rewarded with precum that feels more like hot wax.
Keigo is still hard?
"Ha," Tōya laughs. "I guess you're both fucking perverts. What a fucking surprise. Maybe you freaks deserve each other after all." It's hard not to be a little turned on by Keigo's clear interest. Who would've thought the birdie would be so aroused by getting a first row seat to a little Todoroki family incest.
Enji lets go of one of his arms and Tōya can already feel the bruise that'll be left there by his father's large, overbearing hand. The ache is so sweet, leaving Tōya pleasantly tingling, but Enji proves he can do one better than that. Instead, he grabs the back of Tōya's neck and just the palm of his hand is so hot, it makes Tōya shudder. He doesn't really fight back, not that he really can, and Enji shoves his head down. It's rather clear what he wants.
"Clean up your mess," Enji instructs. Keigo's hard cock is inelegantly shoved into his face, still shiny with Tōya's slick and plenty of his own precum. For as much as Tōya wants to be stubborn and refuse, he can't deny he's drooling for it. More importantly, however, it's clear Enji isn't going to keep moving until he complies.
"Uh, w-wait," Keigo rambles. At his hesitation, Tōya takes Keigo's cock in his mouth without any further consideration. Keigo gasps and the pleased noise he makes is clearly as aroused as it is involuntary. He covers his mouth with his hand as if he can hide it and his hips twitch towards Tōya's mouth needily. Enji pushes Tōya further down by his neck, forcing him to take Keigo's nicely shaped cock down to the base a bit quicker than is really comfortable. Tōya gags faintly as it pushes into his throat but he's too adept at this to actually have any trouble with it.
"Oh," Keigo chirps quietly. Enji begins his thrusts again and Tōya's eyes cross. The angle is different now, his dad's cock rubbing against his sweet spot even worse than before. He's so close. Is he really going to come from his dad's cock?
"This isn't- really what I meant, Enji-" Keigo groans behind his hand. With his head being held down, there's not much Tōya can do except drool around the cock in his throat. He swallows and Keigo's hips twitch, however, making Tōya groan dumbly. "Ha, Tōya's throat feels so good, though. Wow."
A pervert, indeed.
Keigo's hands quickly find their way to Tōya's head and tangle in his white hair to happily fuck Tōya's mouth with a chorus of pleased sounds. Enji's hand stays firm on the back of Tōya's neck, though, and the heavy, dominating presence makes Tōya's already drenched cunt even wetter. Taken from both sides by his father and father's boyfriend isn't something Tōya thought would do it for him but like perverted father, like perverted son.
"Enji," Keigo groans. "Can I come in his mouth?" Enji grunts a noise of approval and not a moment too soon, either. Keigo all too eagerly twitches his hips up off the bed as he shoves into Tōya's mouth in his climax. Even with the annoyed sound Tōya makes, he swallows whatever the bird has to give. In comparison to Enji, and even to Tōya's own body heat, it feels lukewarm. He's not so much allowed to pull back as he is dragged off Keigo's cock. Tōya is sure to make a wet pop in the process.
"That was fast," he rumbles, using his newly free hand to reach down and stroke his aching clit. He laughs. "Did you really get that close from just my pussy? Or is watching Enji's thick cock stretching his own son open really doing it for you? I don't think I've ever had something so thick. Ha, I almost feel like a virgin again."
Enji's hand moves from his neck to wrap around his throat and Tōya's excitement only increases. Yes. He wants to feel his dad's strong hand choking him. Which he sort of gets. Enji lifts him up with relative ease, pushing Tōya's back against his broad chest and pinning him there by his throat. He doesn't hold hard enough to really choke, but the size and pressure is more than enough to leave Tōya's breath feeling restricted.
Worse still is the new position. Tōya's not quite tall enough to support himself on his knees like he was before, leaving him to hang off dear ol' dad's painfully hard cock. It's so deep, it feels like he's trying to push his womb into his stomach.
"Fuck," Tōya rasps hotly. Enji doesn't halt his movements, either, still fucking into Tōya at what is now a demanding pace. Tōya grabs the hand around his throat but nothing short of a miracle would get him to let go and Tōya sure as hell isn't looking for one of those. He can feel Enji's hot thumb dig into the corner of his jaw on one side and his fingers bruising the other. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you old fucking bastard. I can't believe my own fucking dad is the only man to ever fuck me right."
Enji doesn't respond- unsurprisingly- but it's not like it matters. He's completely at his dad's mercy here. And satisfied little Keigo is just absolutely chuffed to watch on.
As close as he is, Tōya can hear Enji's rumbly grunt right in his ear. His thrusting comes to an abrupt stop but instead of pulling out, he all but shoves Tōya down on his cock.
"Hey! Wait! Not inside-!" Tōya rasps- too little too late. His father's cum is so hot, he can feel it begin to pour inside him. "Fuck! What the fuck is your problem!" And there is a lot of it. Tōya lets slip a whine as he feels it utterly saturate his trembling womb. He feels like his entire temperature is rising just from this and it makes him ache in the best sort of way. It’s probably a good thing he can’t get knocked up- there’s no way he wouldn’t be otherwise.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you fucking freak," he groans. Try as he might to hold it back, his orgasm comes hard and fast, all but knocking the air out of his chest. His hips twitch violently as he squirts, making almost as much of a mess of Keigo as Enj is making of his insides. “My dad’s cock made me come. Fuck, I can’t believe I came from my fucking dad creampie’ing me raw. You fucking psychopath.”
That was, hands down, some of the best sex he’s had ever.
Enji pulls out slowly, his cock still more erect than not, and Tōya shudders as it comes free of his tender cunt. His cunt gapes lewdly in the aftermath of his father’s rough treatment, reddened and drooling copious, searing hot cum. It’s already clear he’s going to be feeling this for days to come. Keigo sits up suddenly and hurriedly brings himself to Enji’s side for attention. As if now it matters, Enji eases Tōya down to the bed to catch his breath. Not that Tōya would ever admit it but, yeah, he might have bitten off more than he could chew this time around- and enjoyed it, obviously.
Dad better not be banking on this being a one off.
“You should’ve told me you were taking it,” Keigo insists, all too happily wrapping his arms around Enji’s neck. He seems to have sobered up, at least a little. “I would’ve been better prepared.” Tōya’s hips definitely feel like he tried to fuck a guy his father’s size. Between that ache and the aftermath of such an intense orgasm, his thighs still shake. Enji looks at Keigo mildly.
“I didn’t,” he says.
“Eh?” Keigo murmurs. “You didn’t? Then-” Tōya pushes himself up into a sitting position and smirks as they look back at him. Sounds like dad and his boyfriend were trying to spice their love life up with a little quirk play fantasy. Now that is very funny. Enji puts his head in his hand.
“I don’t know what’s more fucked up; that Keigo was down with the idea of you fucking your kid,” Tōya muses. “Or that dear ol’ dad was up to the task as long as Keigo was into it.”
“Enji, I didn’t-” Keigo begins hastily.
“Be quiet,” Enji says, cutting him off abruptly. Tōya laughs.
“Hey now, no one has to find out about this,” he assures, stroking his stretched pussy with his fingers. “And you two can keep being perverts as much as you want- as long as you invite me, of course.”
“Tōya-” Enji breathes our irritably, ready to refuse.
“Oh, and if you get it in your head that no one will believe me,” Tōya replies lazily. He draws his fingers away from his cunt slowly, dripping with Enji’s cum. “I think I have some compelling evidence.” Enji winces his eyes closed but any further argument is rightfully suspended. Keigo laughs nervously.
“I- I’m sure he’ll get bored soon?” he offers like it’s some sort of consolation prize.
“Yeah, definitely,” Tōya agrees with an all too sardonic grin. The way he sees it, the more ticked off he gets Enji, the better the sex.
It’s about time they had some family bonding anyways. Right?