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The neon lights in the private karaoke room set the mood as Pro Heroes Third-Degree and Hawks finish their fourth round of drinks for Keigo’s twentieth birthday. Mirko and Ryukyu had left the party already, leaving the two lovers by themselves in the VIP room. Keigo’s only drank a few times before, but, considering now he can legally drink, Rumi had convinced him to splurge. As a result, he and Toya are tipsily giggling away as they cuddle on the leather wraparound couch.
“Enjoying your birthday, birdie?” Toya slurs with a sly grin as he stretches to nonchalantly drape his arm over Keigo’s shoulder, pulling him into an awkward and sloppy side hug.
“Oh, I definitely enjoyed your god-awful singing,” Keigo chuckles, nuzzling into Toya’s neck and pressing a few soft kisses to his jawline.
“Hey! Rumi was so much worse,” Toya retorts, half-kidding-half-not, “I thought I did okay on ‘fleabag’.”
“That’s because that’s the only one you did in your range,” Keigo sighs, and Toya blinks at him through his blurred vision.
“What are you a fucking glee club coach?” Toya snorts, and Keigo shrugs with a playful smile, making Toya unceremoniously shove him away. Unfortunately, with his drunken strength, he accidentally shoves Keigo all the way to the other end of the couch.
“Awww…c’mon, Toya,” Keigo whines patronizingly, crawling on all fours across the couch to his boyfriend. Toya rolls his eyes, leaning forward to grab the remote when Keigo unceremoniously pounces on him, knocking him on his side on the couch. Toya blinks, looking up through the darkness and the oscillating rainbow LEDs to see Keigo poised over him, hands gripping his shoulders with a devilish smirk on his face.
“Fuck,” Toya mutters under his breath as he reaches up to cup the side of Keigo’s face, thumb tracing the stubble at his chin. His hand suddenly moves to grab a fistful of fabric at the neck of Keigo’s athletic compression shirt, yanking him down as he smashes their lips together. Hawks moans into the kiss, immediately melting, and Toya groans as he feels his partner’s entire weight settle on top of him.
“ God , Kei,” Toya huffs as they grind against one another. “Door locked?”
Keigo’s feathers swirl, moving one of the chairs to prop up against the door handle, keeping it tightly closed. This way, they won’t be interrupted.
“It is now,” Keigo chuckles darkly under his breath between passionate kisses. Toya’s tongue eagerly slips into Keigo’s mouth when their lips reconnect, the BlueFlame hero’s tongue piercing grazing the roof of the winged Pro’s mouth. Keigo almost gasps at the sensation, his own tongue desperately intertwining with his boyfriend’s. Their hearts pound, both men panting between longing kisses, each one more charged than the last. Toya reaches up, running his fingers through Keigo’s crimson feathers, and he tenses up with a sharp intake of breath, breaking the kiss and shuddering. Toya’s cerulean eyes glow in the shadows, peering behind a heavy-lidded gaze and thick lashes as he pulls Keigo closer once more.
“ Wanna fuck you so bad ,” Toya moans like a whore on Keigo’s tongue as their open-mouthed kisses become sloppy and passionate, lengthening with every lock of their lips. Their clothed erections rut against one another, getting harder by the second with every additional touch.
“ God , Toya,” Keigo groans, his voice lilting into a breathy whisper as the tips of his teeth graze the skin on Toya’s neck. Toya gasps, eyelids fluttering as Keigo tightly grips his shoulders, kissing his neck intently, dragging his tongue delicately across his skin. His hands grab at the bottom of Toya’s hoodie, pulling it up and over his head before Toya scrambles to get Keigo’s shirt off.
“We’re really doing this?” Toya pants breathlessly with a tipsy smirk as he somewhat grasps the situation. Keigo, significantly more intoxicated, doesn’t seem to care. Instead, his response is:
“Facefuck me.”
“Are…are you sure?” Toya stammers, taken aback by Keigo’s straightforwardness.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Keigo sneers. In his drunken stupor, Keigo nearly slips and falls as he drops to his knees to unbutton and unzip Toya’s jeans. He pulls them down, wadding them up around his ankles before freeing Toya from his boxers, and, immediately, Keigo is grasping at Toya’s rapidly hardening cock. The white-haired hero’s back arches, and his mind swims with lust and alcohol as he spreads his legs.
“Use me up, baby,” Keigo sneers, batting his golden eyes up at Toya with such sickeningly fake innocence it sends a chill down his spine. He opens his mouth, expectantly, tongue flat and out, mere millimeters away from the tip. Toya can feel his hot breath, staggered and teasing. He swallows a hiccup as he tentatively reaches down, running his fingers through Keigo’s tangled blonde hair. Keigo practically purrs at the gesture, rising up to ever so slightly lean into the touch.
“Y-you lemme know if it gettssss uncomfortable,” Toya mumbles, trying to still cling on to any sort of sense left in his drunk brain. As much as he’d just love to go at it, he doesn’t want to do anything that Keigo will regret. Keigo blinks up at him like he’s impatient and wants Toya to get on with it.
Toya takes a deep breath before he gently guides his head, and he gasps when Keigo wraps his mouth around his tip, gently suckling.
“Fuck,” He sighs, his eyelids fluttering as he balls his fingers into a fist, carefully gripping the hair at the back of Keigo’s head as he forces him to take more of him, and Keigo whimpers; the vibrations feel so fucking good. A low moan falls from Toya’s lips as Keigo’s tongue tastes, and he steals a glance to see tears welling up in the winged Pro’s eyes as his nose presses into his pelvis. Toya’s eyes widen when he realizes he’s taking his dick all the way; he’s never done that before. Goosebumps trickle all over Toya’s skin as Keigo sucks, and he twitches when he feels the muscles in the back of his lover’s throat. He’s gonna ruin that seamless winged eyeliner that Keigo wears religiously.
“You- fuck -you ready?” Toya whispers, and Keigo subtly nods. Carefully, Toya rocks his hips, gently fucking Hawks’ throat. His mouth hangs open, jaw slack and brows raising as he focuses on the sensation and the soft sounds of Keigo sucking. It feels so good…sex with Keigo always feels so good . No matter what they’re doing, it’s always so ethereal…pleasure enhanced by the raw intimacy and passion that they have with one another. Even when they’re not sober, Toya can still feel the connection, keeping him grounded to the world when his mind threatens to fade away into nothingness.
“That’s it, Kei,” Toya rasps, tenderly rutting into his mouth, warm and wet and fucking perfect. Tears drip down Keigo’s nose, eyeliner streaming down his face as he fights his gag reflex. Toya’s hips jolt when Keigo swirls his tongue just the right way, sending shivers down Toya’s spine. After a few minutes of agonizing pleasure, Keigo pulls back, lips slick and swollen, a string of drool still connecting his lips with Toya’s cock before he wipes it away with the back of his hand. He pushes himself to his feet before pulling off his pants and boxers.
“Let’s do it. I’m gonna sit in your lap and ride you,” Keigo grins confidently, definitely more eager than he would’ve been sober. His walls are down, and he’s unashamed of everything.
“Whoa-wait-no lube?” Toya blurts, sober enough to know that he doesn’t want to risk hurting Keigo.
Keigo pauses before rummaging in the pockets of his discarded khakis. He pulls out a small, travel-size bottle with a sly smirk.
“Pocket lube?” Toya snorts, amused.
“Pocket lube,” Keigo grins, trying not to laugh and spoil the mood; it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve laughed during sex, but they’re trying to be discreet. The mood is promptly reignited when Keigo starts massaging the cold lube over Toya’s erection.
Toya has to bite his lip to keep from moaning his boyfriend’s name as Keigo lowers himself down to Toya’s hilt, bottoming out. Toya leans forward, burying his face in the back of Keigo’s neck, chest pressing against Keigo’s wings. He runs his fingers atop the crimson arches, grabbing the tips of them as he stays flattened against Keigo’s back. The moment he starts rolling his hips, Keigo gasps.
“Shhhh. Not too loud, birdie,” Toya whispers, clasping his hand over Hawks’ mouth as his lover dissolves into pleasure, moans vibrating against his hand. Keigo starts bouncing on Toya’s cock, increasing the pleasure tenfold and making Toya curse under his breath. Keigo’s wings droop as he leans back, forcing Toya to recline against the couch cushion, moving himself so their heads are beside each other. Keigo reaches with one arm around the back of Toya’s head, making it so his hand snakes around to cover Toya’s mouth just as tightly as Toya covers his. The lovers muffle each other’s cries of pleasure; the only sounds permeating the air are the karaoke menu and the soft sounds of skin slapping against skin. Sweat beads on their foreheads as they become absorbed in it, indulging in the warmth of each other. The intimacy is electric, the skin-to-skin contact setting their nerves on fire. They muffle each other’s strangled noises, writhing against one another in sync.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Keigo goes rigid, and Toya cranes his neck so his boyfriend’s hand falls from his mouth.
“Still working on our last song choice!” Toya calls, trying not to give them away and hoping he doesn't sound as breathless as he feels; if they were back at the Agency, they wouldn’t be holding back. This…this is like a secret that the both of them are struggling to keep under wraps, the pleasure threatening to make the both of them boil over in ecstasy.
“Ten minutes left! Then your timeslot is over!” The worker shouts in an irritated voice on the other side of the door.
“Oh we’ll finish sooner than ten minutes,” Toya chuckles to himself, and Keigo rolls his eyes before deliberately rolling his hips. A low groan bursts from Toya’s lips, and he harshly bites his lip to try to be quiet as he grabs Keigo’s hip, brutally thrusting up into his guts.
“ Toya ~,” Keigo clearly cries out from under Toya’s hand, and the way he says his name makes Toya’s cock throb .
“Gonna come, Kei ,” Toya pants, dangerously close, “inside?”
Keigo nods, and that’s all the confirmation Toya needs before he’s sailing over the edge, hips stuttering with each pump of come that paints Keigo’s insides. His toes curl, and his hand drops from Keigo’s mouth to wrap around his twitching cock. Keigo gasps, breath sharp and short, inhaling and exhaling through gritted teeth as he teeters to his own precarious climax. It only takes a few expert thrusts of Toya’s fist before the winged Pro crumbles.
“ Damn ,” Keigo sighs, cheeks flushed and feathers puffed up. Toya promptly lets go of Keigo’s flagging erection, lewdly sucking the cum off his hand from Keigo’s orgasm.
“Gross,” Keigo makes a face, and Toya rolls his eyes.
“It came out of you ,” He flicks his boyfriend off, “Now…get off me before I get hard again.”
…
The two heroes left the private karaoke room, slipping out before they could be seen by the antsy staff, looking flustered and frazzled and thoroughly blissed-out, guilty smiles flashing. Once their Uber arrives in front of their Agency, Toya and Keigo stumble into the lobby, holding hands like honeymooners as they walk to the elevator. As soon as they reach the Penthouse, Toya grabs Keigo, rubbing his fist on the top of his head to muss up his hair. Keigo yelps, effortlessly shoving Toya away before sprinting to the bedroom. The fiery Pro follows, vaulting to tackle Keigo, and they both go sailing onto the bed.
“Y’know we broke the law. On your birthday. Usually that’s a my birthday kinda thing,” Toya teases, and Keigo rolls his eyes as he squirms out of Toya’s grip.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” Keigo winks.
“Oh, I loved it,” Toya sneers before pressing a soft kiss to Keigo’s lips. Keigo gently kisses him back, cupping the side of Toya’s face as he deepens the kiss.
“I love you ,” Keigo whispers against Toya’s mouth, and Toya’s heart flutters.
“I love you, too, Kei.”