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Oh no.
Hawks could tell how bad this was even before the paramedics gave him a sympathetic look and explained the effects he would be dealing with over the next few days. Honestly, he had been through his fair share of weird quirk attacks and experiences, but getting an underground sex-ring's quirk-based drug product spilled on him was not anything he expected.
Honestly he hadn't had a lot of time to himself lately, so he was already very overdo for a jerk off session...but he hoped this would run its course quickly. Between his spy work with the League and his hero work with Endeavor he had a lot on his plate already without a needy dick taking up his time.
He was feeling antsy already as he struggled with the keys to let himself into the hero office that served as the first floor of his apartment building. He could feel his body getting too warm and his skin beginning to feel almost almost itchy. His hands were shaking slightly when he opened the door. He was planning to drop off his things, put an away message on his phone and then head upstairs to deal with...well, himself.
Instead he walked in to his office to discover an annoyed and foreboding Endeavor, well Enji Todoroki, sitting in his business casuals on the waiting room couch. Oh shit.
"We were supposed to investigate something today weren't we," Hawks asked flatly, already cringing at his mistake. How could he forget a team-up with Endeavor?
Enji clearly did not feel the need to grace such a dumb question with an answer. The man huffed through his nose and gave Hawks an exasperated glare, one Hawks felt his emotions wilt over even as his cock stirred in interest. Enji hauled himself to his feet and walked closer to Hawks, squaring up with the smaller man. "Let's hear it, what’s your excuse?”
Hawks shuffled uncomfortably, Endeavor was absolutely the very last person he wanted to see right now. He had to be careful around the fire hero on a normal day to avoid coming across too strong or being too obvious about how attracted to the older man he was.He took a look at Enji's stern expression and felt heat rise in his own face. He had to look away sharply and will his body not to respond.
"You have to leave, right now. I can't explain till the end of the weekend at least, but you have to go," Hawks voice was edging a bit on panicked as he tried to shoo Endeavor towards the door.
An annoyed scoff escaped Enji's mouth. He folded his arms, looking uncharacteristically paternal- and that really shouldn’t do it even more for Hawks but gods it does.
"Oh, really? I would hate to cause you to miss something. You seem so timely now that we completely missed our investigation. Do you have any idea how bad this makes ME look?" There was a noticeable increase in temperature and yet Hawks was shivering.
None of this was helping his situation. That stern dad look went right to his dick, which gave another interested twitch. Hawks wanted to just fucking climb the other man, and also maybe blast the A.C. - this heat was already too much.
His feet started to move him forward, walking towards the larger man...and he turned away to hang up his coat and trying desperately not to look at Endeavor, at all, ever again. How was he supposed to control himself with a horny drug in his system and the star of his teenage fantasies standing only a few feet away in his office. Where they are completely alone and there is a convenient couch only a few feet away.
Without turning around to face Enji, and, fully aware that he sounds like the dryest, rudest asshole ever, Hawks says, "Sorry I hurt your tender image Endeavor, but I got caught up in an emergency and then was delayed by paramedics. You know there's a whole part of our job where we end up dealing with things in the moment as they come up."
Hawks glances over his shoulder to see one of Enji’s eyebrows raised in an attempt to look skeptically concerned. Enji's mouth opened to say something, but the thought must have been died on his tongue.
"You didn't communicate that," Enji said. There was a momentary, awkward pause. "You're not hurt?"
Hawks wasn't sure if it was a question or accusation the way Endeavor said it. He's not hurt, but he sure would like to be...hurt and bruised and stretched far too wide on that undoubtedly large cock.
Damn it.
"I was in crisis, I didn't have time to call -" and honestly, Hawks completely forgot about their meeting - "I'm fine. I got hit with something pretty minor in the scheme of things. But I have to take the next couple days off to make sure it's out of my system before I go back to work."
Speaking and carrying on a normal conversation was becoming more and more difficult. He had been warned that the effects were likely contagious, which is exactly why Enji Todoroki needed to get the fuck out of his apartment before Hawks just threw himself at the other man. Hawks turned back to face Enji, wings wrapped around himself - a technique he perfected as a teen to prevent showing off an awkward boner.
"I'll call you when I'm cleared for work. You can let yourself out right? I mean, you used the key to let yourself in." Hawks turned to walk towards the stairs to his apartment (having to use his wings to steady himself after he experienced a whole body shudder) hoping Enji wouldn't be too mad about his attitude when this was over.
Oh, and that he would just fucking leave already.
He could feel Enji’s eyes on his back; this must seem so suspicious, he was clearly hiding something. He jumped when he felt Enji’s large hand on grab him gently by the shoulder and turn him around so they were face to face and far too close.
"The hell is going on here?" Enji asked sternly, his grip tightening slightly. His flaming facial hair ignited, likely he was trying to increase his intimidation to get Hawks to face him and explain what was going on. It was certainly affecting Hawks, but he wasn't feeling intimidated. A warm jolt burned and itched deliciously where Enji’s hand held his shoulder, he could feel it spreading like tendrils through his body as the older man shook him slightly. Before he could stop himself he let out a slight moan (he could play that off as surprise... right?) at being manhandled. None of this was helping his current situation, his breath had hitched up, he was nearly panting.
Enji's eyes scanning Hawks up and down made the smaller man tremble and whimper. He was aching to be touched more, to feel that warm hand slide down his shoulder and pet his spine. Ugh, he had been doing such a good job at keeping it together, but now can feel his self control crumbling away as his mouth opens to quietly ask...
"Please.”
He isn’t sure any longer if he is asking Endeavor to leave or to throw him down onto the floor and have his way with him.
"What -" Endeavor asks, looking alarmed with an edge of angry, and sounding increasingly agitated. Enji clasps his other hand down onto Hawks’ other shoulder and hunches down to be eye-to-eye with him. “- is the MATTER with you?"
Hawks’ whole body was trembling now; he was feeling less and less able to focus on the situation, he was lightheaded, and dizzy. Hawks took a shuddering breath and stared back into Endeavor’s eyes, his burning, powerful eyes. He reached out and laid a hand on the larger man's chest to steady himself and willing his mind to stay clear. His voice was shuddery and breathy when he spoke.
"I helped bust a quirk-drug dealing group," his hand drifted down Enji's chest to his tight abdominal muscles. "I was exposed to some of their product in the process," he stepped closer, able to feel the heat radiating off of the other man's body. "If you don't leave I'm gonna...." He bit his lip, trying not to start whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to the Number One hero.
"... Barf?" Enji guessed dumbly at the end of that sentence. Hawks probably did look sick; he certainly felt feverish, and was definitely red-faced and sweating, his tastefully messy hair now properly askew. Endeavor looked torn, Hawks could practically see the gears turning in the older man’s head. He watched Enji’s expression change into something worried and compassionate. Hawks wondered if Enji was considering picking him up and carrying him to bed with a cold pack.
Then Hawks saw a flicker in the other man’s expression of something darker. Enji's eyes flicked back and forth, as if searching Hawks for instructions on how to proceed. Oddly enough, he seemed to be drifting closer and closer to Hawks, his eyes strangely focused on his lips.
Hawks’ hand drifted up Enji’s strong chest as his arms came up to rest around Endeavor's broad shoulders. He brought their bodies flush allowing his arousal to be evident on Enji's leg as he brought their lips centimeters from touching. Endeavor did not flinch, did not move at all.
"It was a sex drug, Endeavor,” Hawks whined. “I’m so horny it hurts. If you don't leave now.... I'm gonna try to ride your dick until it wears off - which could take hours or even the whole weekend.”
Enji gave a rigid shudder but did not recoil. A deep blush was blooming in his cheeks, even while maintaining his stoic, neutral expression.
"You..." the older man struggled to find the words, and swallowed hard. "Do you want that?"
Does he want that? Does he fucking want that? What kind of a damned question was that? He had wanted to be absolutely destroyed (and held) by this giant idiot since he was a teenager. How dare he even ask that?
Hawks had spent countless hours thinking about how cool and collected he would be if he ever got the chance to bone his childhood hero. Instead he was acting like a desperate 16-year-old virgin, painfully aroused and incredibly embarrassed. He wanted to yell at Enji for making him lose his cool like this, for being here right now when he was trembling, messy, and desperate.
He wanted to say something clever, he wanted to be witty and sarcastic. Instead he let out a pathetic whine and closed the distance between their lips.