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Harry withdrew his fingers from around Enji’s head, meeting the man’s sharp blue eyes. “You’re gonna stay right there, yeah? Let me get my pleasure.”
Enji glared at him, his hands and legs bound behind his back, his lips open around a ball gag.
“You’ve gotta be useful for something,” Harry muttered, shaking his head, glancing down at the man’s lap and the hard cock between the man’s legs.
Enji was completely naked, his skin faintly red with his Quirk right beneath the surface. Drool slid down from the man’s mouth and Harry smirked, arousal and heat flooding him as he remembered the various one night stands they’d had before tonight.
Harry was only naked from the waist down, his body nearly shaking from need. He was just in town for two nights, wondering if he could stop by Endeavour’s home and get away with a good fuck--without having to listen to the man’s bullshit. He was too tired for that but not tired enough for a good orgasm.
“No flames until you need them,” Harry ordered, flicking the man’s forehead. “If you need them.”
Sweat dripped down the man’s forehead, his hair mussed up by Harry’s fingers and the gag.
“Mmmph.”
Harry rolled his eyes, glancing at the man’s body and licking his lips. “You know your safeword or gesture, in this case.”
Enji’s eyes flashed and he tried to speak again, the words coming out garbled and muffled.
“Not that I think you’ll use it,” Harry muttered, straddling the man’s lap and curling his fingers over Enji’s cock. “Competitive asshole that you are.”
Enji’s hips bucked up, the touch sending electricity through his nerves. His nerves burned through him, his flames almost begging to be used. His cock ached, touch memories flashing through him, of him walking into his bedroom to find Harry on his bed. Stroking over his cock lazily, almost idly.
He shivered and flexed against the bonds on his wrists and legs. Harry had tied him well, knowing he could burn through them in an instant.
More drool slipped out of his mouth and his cheeks reddened even more. To be this vulnerable in front of an English hero, in front of the Number One English hero. He shuddered and twitched even as he watched Harry slip a finger up into his own ass.
Enji’s eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as Harry slipped another wet finger into his ass.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” Harry offered, his fingers slipping out, meeting Enji’s eyes again as he took his cock. “I opened myself up before you came.”
Enji yelped, his whole body tensing up, seeing Harry’s eyes flutter closed. It was all silky heat that encompassed him, heat that had nothing to do with his flames. In all the other times they had fucked, it had just been Harry fucking him, both of them refusing to talk to one another. And now… Enji groaned, his fingers clenched into fists at how good it felt.
“That’s the stuff, fuck,” Harry croaked out, his hips rolling.
Enji groaned, sneering at the man, or attempting to through the gag. His cock twitched and hardened even more, heat washing through him. He couldn’t move though, his hips jerking, his fingers clenching and curling into fists. He would not yield though, even if.
He shouted in surprise as Harry leaned in to bite a mark into the crook of his neck, in a very visible place. More arousal shot through him so fast it nearly made him light headed, as Harry straddled his lap and rode him hard and hot.
He would not come before Harry, throwing his head back against the chair, digging his feet further into the floor for leverage. The faint cry of a baby speared through the air, making him squirm a little. Harry’s fingers on him quickly drew him back to the room, sharp pinches of his nipples that made him cry out. Drowning out another cry from another room.
“You look so…ah… pretty like this,” Harry remarked, his voice rough and hoarse, sweat dripping down his forehead. One of his hands reached up and his fingers thumbed over his nipples, tweaking them, pinching them. Enji hissed, the tip of pain-pleasure rippling through him, feeling his muscles clench, shuddering as his cock was used. As he was used for someone else’s pleasure.
“Gagged and bound. It suits you,” Harry added, smoothing a finger through the drool that had slipped out, tracing his index finger over Enji’s lips. “I’m sure you…think…”
Harry smiled, his green eyes nearly entirely dark now. “Yeah.”
He started to move faster, rolling his hips into him, a low hint of a whine leaving Harry’s mouth as his cock began to leak pre-come.
“Fuck. Enji, you’re gonna come,” Harry murmured, tracing a finger down Enji’s chest as he slid up and down.
Slid down inch by inch, slowly taking him in. Enji roared and stared at Harry, digging his nails into his own skin to stop himself from coming, thinking about the pain over the burning need. Over the way his stomach muscles rippled, over the all consuming pleasure that threatened to burn him up.
Harry scowled and reached out to thumb over Enji’s nipples, seeing the way the man’s mouth opened and closed. The way his breath hitched. “Come on, asshole.”
Enji hissed a garbled thing and swore, feeling Harry’s rhythm jerk and speed up.
“I am doing this,” Harry’s breath stuttered, as his fingers snuck down, running over his hotter than normal skin. “Not for me or you. But for the people who interact with you…on a daily basis.”
Enji tried to yell through the gag, the only noise coming out a muffled stutter. And came as Harry’s muscles clenched around him, as the man leaned into bite at his shoulder, sucking a mark deep into his skin.
The baby cried harder even as Enji came, the sound of it ripping through the way his body had gone limp and pliant.
Harry sighed, slipping off of his cock and standing up, staring right at him. “You know for a man that abused his family and got his son killed, you’re awfully easy.”
Enji tried to yell, adrenaline shooting through his body.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair and dressed before walking out of the room. Enji stilled and struggled against the ropes that held him tightly, using his flames to burn through them instantly. He ripped the gag out and stalked right towards where Harry had gone, spotting the man fussing over a baby.
“Little Touya, hush,” Harry whispered, stroking the baby’s bright red hair. “I’ll raise you as my own son this time around. Loved and well taken care of.”
Enji froze on the spot, his mouth opening and closing. Harry turned to look at him, the baby held in his arms, flipped him off and vanished.