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It’s spring! The sun is shining through clouds plump with evening rain. Birds are chirping in the trees that line the city streets. People are walking outside with only light sweaters and comfortable hoodies on, something they hadn’t been able to do for the last couple of months. Final school terms are starting to wind down to a close and students are enjoying time off before the next year starts again. It’s a veritable paradise in the streets of Fukuoka.
Keigo Takami is in his penthouse, needy and ready to be fucked as he grinds against an immaculately made Endeavor dakimakura.
“Mmh, fuck!” Keigo tosses his head back, sweaty hair sticking to his face as he grinds his hips down hard against the soaked surface of the body pillow. Glassy amber eyes with pupils tight as pins are glued to the mirror in front of him.
He’s already cum twice. The pillow is a wreck, stained with his juices and sopping wet down to the fluff. He’d gotten the thing from the online store of one of his favorite fan artists and it had probably been the best decision of his life. Not to mention, it was ridiculously easy to clean even after… well, this. It’s survived the last two years at least...
In the mirror, Keigo watches as his arms and thighs shiver with overexertion. He’s drenched in sweat and cum coats his thighs. Matted blonde hair can’t cover the thick jut of his cock, the red nub looking engorged and desperate against a beautifully rendered muscled chest with a forest of red hair on it.
(Some horny part of his brain keeps pointing out that it’s almost like he’s fucking Endeavor’s tits and that just makes him hump the pillow even more like an over-excited puppy.)
God, he feels like he’s going crazy. Even though this happens every spring, Keigo never actually realizes it’s about to happen until he wakes up ferociously horny and with a bed soaked in pussy juice.
Mating season. Heat. Estrus. Whatever you want to call it, Keigo is deep in it and isn’t going to come up for a few days at least.
“Ugh—” Oh fuck, that’s the perfect angle.
Face crumpling, Keigo tilts his hips forward and grinds his cunt against the fabric of the pillow. He can feel the way his lips spread on the curve of it. How his sloppy entrance drags against wet-rough polyester.
Sparks of overwhelmed pleasure are shooting up his spine. Every rock of his hips has both wings flapping erratically, stretching out and curling in at random, frantic intervals. It’s a damn good thing there’s nothing for him to knock over in the immediate vicinity because his place would be a mess by now.
“R-Right there,” Keigo gasps through soft lips. Instead of the languid rolls of his hips he was indulging in before, now he was jerking down against the pillow in tight, pointed circles. Not-so-quiet whimpers leak out of him with every movement.
Fuck, it hurts. It’s so good. And he looks both disgusting and insanely sexy in the floor-length mirror that sits against the wall opposite of his bed. Call him vain, but the golden glow of his skin and the way his muscles shake uncontrollably is insanely hot.
“Come on, come on, comeoncomeon—” Keigo has no idea what he’s saying. He’s just babbling and whimpering as he rides harder towards his completion. The pressure in his gut is mounting higher and higher and—
The buzz of his phone is loud and obnoxious as it practically echoes through the room.
With a sharp curse, Keigo yanks his hips up from the pillow and his entire body gives a massive shudder as the pleasure gets cut off so suddenly. With a huff, he grabs his phone with a feather and snatches it from the air to check who just cruelly edged the fuck out of him.
Oh shit.
Fingers fumbling on the screen, Keigo slaps the green button to accept the call and bites back a whine as he settles back down on the pillow. His legs aren’t nearly strong enough to keep him up anymore.
“Hawks.” It’s fucking embarrassing how just Endeavor’s voice has Keigo’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Are you on patrol right now?”
Fuck patrol. Keigo’s toes curl against his bedspread as he widens his trembling thighs and sinks further down onto Endeavor’s printed face.
“Nah,” he breathes, desperately hoping he doesn’t sound like he’s on the verge of cumming. “Day off. Spring just started.” It explains nothing, but Keigo’s brain cells are thinking about nothing except being stuffed with cum.
“I see,” Endeavor states in a tone that indicates that he doesn’t see at all. “I was calling to check if you had any updates on the syndicate from last week.”
Fuuuck, the rumble of his voice is too damn good. Keigo rocks his hips from side to side and bites his lip as his swollen cock drags against the fabric. He hopes the squishing of his cunt isn’t picked up by the receiver.
“Uhh…” It sounds more like a moan than he means it to. “Just that they’re—um—not in Tokyo anymore.”
The considering hum has Keigo’s pussy throbbing. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to feel that against his skin.
“Irritating,” Endeavor grumbles and the sound of his office door sliding shut is loud on the other line. “We must find out what their recruitment efforts are. Their numbers seem to be only growing the more they spread…”
“Yuh.” Keigo starts to grind on the pillow again. The mirror reflects the way Keigo’s hips rock back and forth, warm light highlighting the muscles shifting beneath his skin.
What would Endeavor do if he took a picture of himself like this and sent it over?
“Hawks.” His name has Hawks tuning into the conversation again, eyes fluttering as his cock rolls across a perfect wrinkle in the pillowcase. “Are you alright?”
It takes a bit for Keigo to reply. “Mhmm… Fine…”
“You sound out of breath.”
No shit, sherlock.
“Yep.” Keigo circles his hips and bites his lip at the lightning that shoots through his body.
“Are you…”
The phone drops to the bed and Keigo only just remembers to put it on speakerphone before he happily gets lost in the feeling of rutting against the pillow.
It’s sticky and loud and there’s no way that Endeavor can’t hear exactly what is happening, but Keigo also doesn’t really care right now. All he cares about is the tightening in his tummy, the pressure at the base of his spine, the pulsing between his thighs.
He at least tries to keep his moans down. Teeth dig into his bottom lip as he chokes back on his whines—though it gets harder with each circle of his hips. He’s so close. It feels like there’s a vice grip to his cock, pinching it tight as he rides. Although his legs are shaking non-stop now, he has to—
“Mmh, fuck,” he hisses out between his teeth as his legs begin to lock up unconsciously. All he can do are short, brutal thrusts now, focusing on dragging the sticky tip of his cock against the pillow… right over Endeavor’s sultry face.
If he thinks about it hard enough, he can feel Endeavor’s nose nudging at his cock while his scratchy chin rubs at his lips.
“Fuck!’ It’s loud, though high and tight. His shoulders lift to his ears while both wings flare out behind him, slapping against the wall audibly as he cums. Slim hips can’t stop jerking against the pillow even as he gushes over the fabric and soaks it even further.
With the white exploding behind his eyes, he doesn’t even realize that all those whimpers he was trying to keep quiet are now leaking out from between slack lips along with gasping breaths.
Keigo also doesn’t realize that Endeavor hasn’t said a damn thing in the last five minutes even though the call stays connected.
It’s not until he’s coming down from the vicious orgasm that he realizes that, yes, Endeavor can still hear him and definitely did hear him just cum his brains out.
“Oh shit—”
“I will see you next week.” Endeavor’s voice breaks the silence. “We’ll talk about the case then.”
There’s an unspoken addition to that sentence that Keigo can’t figure out through the haziness in his mind. Embarrassment is flooding his body, making even the tips of his wings and his fingertips tingle.
Oh god. Endeavor is going to murder him.
“I-I’m sor—”
“We’ll talk then.” Somehow, the words sound more gentle than before. Or maybe that’s Keigo’s brain desperately trying to reassure itself.
There’s an awkward pause on the line and Keigo’s thighs start to close around the pillow. His cock has gone almost completely numb. Three orgasms rubbing against a pillow will do that. He wouldn’t be surprised if he finds out that he got a rug burn on his dick or something.
“I…” Keigo’s eyes snap to the phone. I…? There’s a huff that’s full of, if Keigo were to guess, irritation. Then, Endeavor speaks again. “Take care of yourself, Hawks.”
And the line goes dead.
For a handful of long, long minutes, Keigo sits there, staring at the wall and debating if he should simply run off to Switzerland and start a new life there. He’d fit in with the blondes, right? Never mind his obviously Japanese features.
Ugh.
Slowly, slowly, he pushes himself up from his bed and promptly falls face-first onto his carpeted floor.
“Owwww…”
It takes a flap of his wings and grasping fingers to finally drag himself up from the floor and at least onto his knees. The pillow, stained and wet, stares back at him. With a groan, Keigo pulls the Endeavor dakimakura closer to him and ignores the pungent scent of himself as he stares into those beautifully colored, half-lidded eyes.
“Oh, Endeavor-san… What are we going to do?”