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It's been about four months, since Deika City. Enji has only been out of the hospital for three of them. Only been able to do more than take a brisk walk around the estate for a month and a half.
And unfortunately, it shows.
He's been inactive before, of course. He's been injured more than he can count, in the line of duty. But never for quite so long, and never quite so seriously. His endurance isn't completely shot, but it's lowered. His muscles aren't /gone/, but they're weaker.
The worst of all, though, at least to him, is how thick he's gotten around the middle.
He's always been a disciplined man, about his job and his health. He had to be, to maintain his status, to keep up with younger and younger heroes trying to climb rank. He's never been a vain man, always more concerned for function over appearance, but he'd known his body was impressive.
Emphasis on 'was'.
And while it /shouldn't/ bother him, it does. He's not used to seeing a curve on his stomach in the mirror. He's not used to the way his clothes feel tighter and pull, and don't fit. He's not used to being unable to completely see the definition in his stomach.
Worst of all, though, is how self-conscious it's made him feel with Keigo.
They'd both taken hits in the war, gotten new scars, but Keigo wears his well. His wings are back, full and luxurious. The scar on his face has gotten lighter, with a bit of therapy and healing. Even the mess of his back is better, even if it is still mostly thick skin and burns. He's still utterly gorgeous, still the beautiful, perfect bird who'd drawn his eye before the war even began. Meanwhile, Enji has done nothing but gain weight, and lose ability.
He's been fobbing Keigo off for about a week, now, since he's really started to notice the way his body has changed. And he knows he knows. His bird is smart, he doesn't miss a tick. But he's not sure how to even begin to explain himself. It's easier, just to keep Keigo's hands off of him, and to try and work on getting back to where he was.
It works for all of a week and a half.
He's standing at the sink, washing off the plates from dinner, when Keigo sneaks up behind him. Warm, slightly clawed hands move to his hips, kneading a bit into the flesh. It makes him jump, and he feels a warm breath of laughter huffed against his shoulder.
"Mmmm, love a handsome man doing chores. Gets me all hot and bothered." Enji huffs, rolling his eyes, even if Keigo can't see. And he tries to subtly pull away, before the tips of sharp claws are pressing in more firmly.
"Everything I do gets you 'hot and bothered'." He gripes. A considering hum, and he knows Keigo is wearing that mock thinking face, pretending to ponder that statement. He's ridiculous, he's amazing. Enji isn't going to say that, though. He already knows, no need to repeat it. Especially while he's trying to disentangle.
Keigo takes another step closer, pressing himself flush against his back. The hands on his hips move to his thighs, and Keigo is quick to grope and rub. "You've been pretty flighty the last week, babe. And that's really my job. Bird and all."
He can feel himself wanting to melt into the touch, to give in. But Keigo always wants him completely bare, wants to stare at him, wants to touch every single part he can reach. And he really doesn't want to draw attention to his middle. When he doesn't answer, Keigo nuzzles his face between his shoulder blades, hands smoothing over the muscles in his thighs, considering. "Something I did?"
His voice is made to sound confident, but Enji's known him long enough to pick out the underlying anxiety. And he hates it. Doesn't want Keigo to think it's /anything/ he's done, because it isn't. It's just another example of Enji's own insecurities, his own weakness, creeping up over his shoulder.
He lets a hand come down to rest on top of one of Keigo's, giving it a squeeze.
"If it was you, you'd know." He rumbles, threading their fingers together. He pulls Keigo's hand away from his thighs, placing it on the counter. It's there for all of five seconds, before he pulls his hand away from Enji's, and places it back on his hip.
"You've been avoiding me touching you anywhere below your shoulders." He mumbles, the hand on his hip rubbing small, soothing circles over his sweatpants. Which are the only damn pants he has that fit right now. The reminder doesn't help him in the least.
"Perhaps I'm just not in the mood." He mutters, feeling the tips of his ears go red. He's normally not even close to shy about sex. At least, he isn't anymore. Keigo had pretty well trained that out of him, with his mouth and encouragement. That response gets a scoff, and he knew it wouldn't fly. If he wasn't in the mood, he wouldn't have been absolutely riveted by Keigo in the dojo, doing yoga in leggings yesterday.
He'd just snuck off, before either of them could do anything about it.
"Don't think so, hot stuff. I know when I'm getting the look, and I have been getting /the look/." He steps around, then, moving so he can lean against the counter at Enji's side, look up at his face. Enji stubbornly turns his head the other way. "Hey, Enji? C'mon. Talk to me." He feels a small hand cover his own on the counter, and he lets out a sigh, tinged with a bit of steam. God, what does he even say? Everything that comes to mind sounds stupid.
He's 46, for fuck's sake. He shouldn't be /worried/, about this.
He finally glances over at Keigo, and it's the look of soft concern on his features that makes him give in. He turns to look at Keigo, arms crossed over his chest, eyes focused on a point over his shoulder.
"...How can you be so ready to jump me with all of...this?" He gestures, slightly, to his middle, a small frown curling over his lips. "It's...not exactly appealing." The look Keigo gives him is incredulous, golden eyes wide and blinking.
"Babe, what in the /hell/ are you on about?" His frown goes deeper, and he's tempted to snap. To get mean, to make Keigo drop the subject. But he's been working on that, specifically, and it's not fair. So he won't.
"There's no way you haven't noticed that I've gotten...thicker." He mutters, face on fire. Literally, it's on fire. He hadn't been able to completely tamp down on the flames that licked at his jaw. So he tries to concentrate on it, and it takes him longer than usual, to banish them.
In the meantime, Keigo has just kept staring.
"Enji Todoroki, you complete and utter /fool/." He's got two hands on his hips again, squeezing hard, and Keigo uses his grip to shift him, to pull himself /closer/. "You? Are the hottest motherfucker I've ever seen in my /life/. You /still/ are." Keigo hops up on the counter, spreading his legs, and pulling Enji to stand between them. He takes the hands from his hips, to cup his face, and make Enji look at him. The amount of sincerity coming off of him in waves still surprises Enji, sometimes.
"You are ridiculously handsome. I am literally lusting after you 24/7. I would /live/ between those thighs, if you fucking let me." He clears his throat awkwardly, but Keigo's grip on his face doesn't lessen at all. "And this weight you're all worried about? Baby, it just gives me more to /grope/." He does let go, then, to do just that. He sneaks both hands back, grabbing onto Enji's ass and giving it a /very/ firm squeeze.
It makes him gasp, and Keigo smirk.
"More cushion for the pushin', handsome." He purrs, and Enji almost chokes. He kneads his hands against his ass, leaning forward to brush his lips over a still red ear. "Let's take this to our bed, and I'll show you /exactly/ how much I like it." Then sharp teeth nip his ear. And Enji can't refuse him. Especially not when Keigo's just spent a few minutes heaping praise on him. Always makes him flush, makes him eager to please.
So he picks Keigo up, under his ass, turning on his heel to take them down the hallway.
As soon as they're over the threshold of their room, Keigo squirms down, getting back on his feet. He puts his hands against Enji's chest, stopping him from walking further in. He gets his hands under his t-shirt, running them from Enji's pecs to his hips.
"Lemme take this off?" He murmurs, and Enji reluctantly nods. Keigo does it quick, tossing the shirt carelessly over his shoulder. Enji is about ready to try and kiss him, to throw him off course, but Keigo has always been quicker than him. He gets both hands on Enji's pecs, squeezing them, before rolling his thumbs over both his nipples. It makes him gasp, and Keigo plays with the now hardening buds under his thumbs, grinning.
"I love your tits, always have." He sighs, bringing his head forward to lick. He makes sure to flick the metal in his tongue over the tip, grinning when it makes him give off a soft groan. They've always been too damn sensitive, and Keigo is always quick to use it to his advantage. "They're just so damn plush. Good to play with." His hands squeeze again, and Keigo wraps his lips around his nipple, groaning when Enji arches into the touch. It makes the metal bead vibrate against him, and Enji feels a bit like he might die at the sensation.
Keigo's always got this effect on him.
Then, he's being backed up towards their bed, and when they hit the edge of it, Keigo pushes him down. He lets out a whoosh of air when his back hits the mattress, and Keigo is quick to move, spreading his thighs to slot between them, kneeling on the floor. His hands move back to his chest, giving a quick grope, before they begin trailing down his torso. His fingers rub and touch, eyes rapt on the quickly flushing skin.
"I love doing this, too. Just touching. Just mapping you out." He murmurs, lips starting to trail after hands. Enji starts getting a bit self-conscious, when Keigo makes it to his stomach, but a sharp nip of teeth makes him yelp, takes him out of his head. And when he glances down at Keigo between his legs, the look he gets back is all molten lust.
It's a surprisingly good confidence booster, if he's honest.
"Just focus on me, baby." Keigo murmurs, laving a hot tongue along the less defined crease near Enji's hip. "On how fucking much I /want/." He's at the waistband of Enji's sweats, now, and he nips at the small bit of pudge there. He rubs his face against Enji's stomach, hands grabbing at his hips, at the lovehandles there, now.
And he's embarrassed, a bit. But mostly? He wants Keigo.
"I adore this body, y'know?" He hears, and he sighs, when Keigo presses light kisses against his skin. "Sexy, strong, saved my ass in a fight more than once." He huffs, at that, glancing down at Keigo with a raised eyebrow.
"Not this particular version, dove."
Keigo rolls his eyes, and doesn't move his face from where it's nuzzled close. "Doesn't /matter/, same body, same man. Still hot." Once he's gotten that out, he moves just a bit lower, nosing against Enji's now half-hard cock through his sweats. It makes him hiss, and a hand comes down, threading into Keigo's messy locks. "Can I take these off?" He sighs, and Enji nods, hips shifting a bit under him.
Keigo grabs the waistband, quickly tugging them down, along with the boxer briefs he's wearing. They get tossed away again, and Enji briefly considers scolding him for it, before there's a hot mouth sucking at one of his inner thighs. It makes him groan, legs falling further apart, giving Keigo room to work.
The other thigh gets sharp nails dragged down the length of it, before it's grabbed and squeezed, Keigo moaning against his skin. "Fuck, baby. Your thighs have just gotten bigger, nice and thick. Kinda want you to choke me out with them." They're a little bit softer, but Keigo definitely doesn't seem to mind. And he can't bring himself to mind, either, as they're being worshipped. He sucks, bites, licks, marks them up while Enji writhes and gasps. It's maddening, and he can feel his cock dripping on his stomach.
Then Keigo's tongue is laving down, /down/, and one of his thighs is being hitched over his shoulder. There's a sharp nip at the curve of his ass, and his eyes go wide, when he realizes what Keigo has in mind. "And don't get me /started/ on this ass." There's hot breath over him, and Keigo's hands come to spread him apart, making him shiver. "I am absolutely goddamn /obsessed/ with this ass." He murmurs, letting his tongue flick at Enji's perineum. "So damn plush, so damn pretty."
Then Keigo's tongue flicks over his entrance, and Enji pants.
It starts to circle, slow and maddening, and both of Keigo's hands are down now, kneading at his ass and keeping it pulled apart so he can work. The metal bead in the middle of the muscle is particularly determined, Keigo pressing and dragging it along the furled entrance. Enji brings his other thigh up and over Keigo's shoulders voluntarily, sighing when it gets another harsh grope of his ass.
Then Keigo's tongue is pressing /in/, and he moans, low and needy.
Keigo works it in with small jabs and long laves, hands still kneading and spreading his cheeks. It makes Enji's hips roll, makes him pant, and Keigo only encourages it, moaning against heated flesh. He pulls back enough to murmur 'c'mon, baby, ride my tongue, get what you want', and Enji can't do anything but obey. His hips roll in a steady rhythm, and he's gasping and moaning, as Keigo uses the grip on his hips to pull him down into the movements of his tongue.
Once he's gotten him relaxed and loose enough, Keigo sneaks in a finger along with his tongue. It immediately curls, and Enji practically yells, at the white hot shiver that goes down his spine. His motions are getting jerky, and uncoordinated.
And when Keigo slips in a second finger, scissoring them slightly before rubbing against his spot? He's done for. He's cumming untouched, thighs clamping around Keigo's head, back arching, panting like he's run a marathon. It's been so long, since this has happened. It's taken him a bit by surprise. But he's not going to complain. Because Keigo is still working him through the orgasm, even with his thighs clamped around his face.
Enji huffs, letting his thighs relax, and rolling his eyes at Keigo's blissed out look. "Haven't gotten you to leg lock me in awhile, handsome. Love that shit." He slowly eases his fingers out, and Enji shifts his legs from his shoulders, gasping when Keigo presses one last kiss against his hole.
"You haven't /earned/ it in awhile."
It gets him a huff of a laugh, and Keigo grins, face smug and wet. "You just came all over yourself, you don't get to be bossy right now." He stands up, and Enji's eyes are immediately going to his lap, where he's very obviously hard. Keigo notices, and he smirks, reaching down to cup his cock. "Mmmm. Think you can go another round, old man? I'd love to put that prep to work."
Another eye roll, and Enji shifts, sitting up. He's never been one to back down from a challenge, and he won't start now. "If you don't make me cum again, we're going to have problems." That makes Keigo's smirk grow, and he's immediately toeing out of his sweatpants, and throwing off his t-shirt.
"You're gonna forget your name, baby. Only gonna know mine." He grabs the bottle of lube out of their nightstand, before scrabbling up next to Enji in bed, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. The taste of himself on Keigo's tongue makes him groan, and he licks over his bottom lip, before giving it a sharp nip.
"How do you want it?" Keigo murmurs, hands kneading at Enji's hips, letting his cock drag slightly over a plush thigh. "I'm personally leaning towards fucking you from behind, but I'll take suggestions." A considering hum, and Enji turns, bringing himself up on the bed fully. He moves in front of Keigo, laying himself out on his front, legs spread so his boyfriend is between them.
"If that's what you want, pretty bird, feel free." He brings himself up on his knees, a bit, but keeps his chest against the bed. It makes his nipples drag against the duvet and he sighs at the sensation. And smirks, when he hears a punched out moan behind him.
"Baby, you don't have to ask me twice." He hears the click of the lube bottle, and he spreads his thighs wider, waiting. He's not waiting for long before three slender fingers are pressing /in/, shifting and scissoring themselves slowly. He's still sensitive, from a moment ago, so he hisses, a bit. It gets him a soft kiss at the dip of his spine, and Keigo is obviously making sure not to brush his prostate more than necessary. Such a sweet, considerate bird.
He keeps at it for a bit, his other hand wandering and randomly groping bits of him. His thighs, his hips, running down the length of his side. It's relaxing, and starts making the heat in his gut start back up. He's not even remotely concerned about his body, right now. At least, not concerned with anything other than the way Keigo is touching him.
Soon enough, he can feel himself starting to get hard again, and he starts pushing back, into the fingers working him open. It makes Keigo chuckle slightly, and he brings his free hand down on his ass. Enji can /feel/ the way it ripples after the hit, and his cheeks burn.
"Fuuuck, that's a pretty sight." Keigo groans, before he's bringing his hand back down again, kneading the skin he's smacked immediately afterwards.
"Just get on with it." He grumbles, but he knows his voice is breathy, his tone interested.
"Mmmm, as you wish, handsome." He hears the sound of the cap again, and he bites his lip, when he can hear the way Keigo sighs, finally getting some friction on himself. Then there are strong hands at his hips, and the feeling of blunt pressure at his entrance. Keigo's small claws are cutting into his skin a bit, then he's pushing forward, punching a gasp out of both of them. It's been awhile, since Keigo's taken him, and the stretch burns, just a bit.
And he can't get enough of the feeling.
Keigo bottoms out, and sighs, grinding himself forward. It makes Enji gasp, when he's slipping against his spot, and Keigo pulls back just the slightest bit, grinding insistently back /in/. "Feels fucking good, baby." Keigo purrs, hands squeezing hard at his hips.
Enji arches his back, pushing his hips back, and glancing at Keigo over his shoulder. "Then start /moving/." He growls, which gets him a jaunty 'aye, aye, captain'. He's about to snark back, but then Keigo is pulling out, and slamming back in.
He's left moaning, instead.
And Keigo's pace starts out absolutely /relentless/. He's always been good with his hips, and it very much shows, when he's doing the fucking, whether he's in Enji's lap, or behind him like this. He takes in every one of Enji's reactions, his gasps, his groans, and keeps rhythm like he's a damn metronome.
"You look so damn good like this, Enji. Riding my dick like you can't get enough." He groans at the words, hips pushing back against Keigo, desperate. "And the way that ass of yours is moving? Those thighs, these hips? /Fuck/. You have no idea." One of the hands on his hips leaves, but it's not gone long. Keigo is immediately bringing it down on his ass, and Enji can /feel/ himself tighten down on his cock.
It makes them both groan, and Keigo growls, pushing in harsher on his next thrust. Both of them are panting, now, and Keigo is bent almost completely over his back, hips pistoning like his life depends on it. And Enji can't do anything but take it, trying to push his hips back to meet him. It makes the pace go a little sloppy, uncoordinated, but both of them are too desperate to fix it.
He feels teeth at his back, and he groans, legs giving out on him, putting himself almost flat on his stomach. Keigo doesn't falter for a moment, though, and before he knows it, there's a hand worming underneath him. The grip is a bit too tight, not much finesse.
But when Keigo hits his prostate, and growls 'cum for me, now', Enji obeys.
It makes him white out, for a second. Makes his whole body shake, and he's pretty sure a few flames shiver down his spine. He's not cognizant enough to tell.
When he comes back after a few moments, it's to a tight grip on his hips, hard enough to bruise, and Keigo almost whining, as he's filled. He groans at the feeling, pushing his hips back weakly, trying to make it last for Keigo. It makes his boyfriend give off a bit of a warbling noise, and Enji grins, tiredly, to himself. Always amuses him, when he gets a slightly bird-like noise out of him.
Keigo's hips finally still, and he sighs, slumping slightly over Enji's back.
He feels warm hands rubbing over his sides, and soft lips peppering kisses to his shoulder blades. It's nice, honestly, and he feels nothing but warm and satisfied.
"So, got two orgasms in there. No trouble for me." A grunt, and Enji shifts, pushing up on one arm enough to throw Keigo off his back and onto the bed. It makes the other man squawk, and he does hiss just a bit, when it pulls Keigo out of him. Worth it, though, as punishment for his sass.
"Don't be so smug." He murmurs, but the chastisement loses most of it's weight, when he reaches out and pulls Keigo to his side. His partner sighs, nuzzling in close, eyes half lidded and warm.
"Yeah, okay. Won't be smug, about making my man see stars twice in two hours." He pinches Keigo's side, but all he does is laugh, pushing Enji onto his back so he can sit on his hips. Keigo looks down on him from his perch, before leaning forward, laying over Enji's chest, with his arms draped over his shoulders. He runs a hand through sweaty red hair, humming when Enji tilts his head into it.
"Seriously though, handsome. I meant it. Every word I said. You're still /exactly/ what I want. No matter how you look." Enji resists the urge to hide his face, resists the urge to sidestep the compliment. Keigo is being sincere, and he deserves the focus.
"...I know." He murmurs, reaching out so he can pull Keigo into a soft, slow kiss. He pulls back after a moment, and Keigo smiles, pressing their foreheads together.
"But, if you ever wonder about it again, I'm /more/ than happy to give another demonstration like this."
The squawk he gets when he throws him off this time makes him laugh, deep and loud. Even if he does appreciate the sentiment.