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“Keigo, w-we have things to do today, please– ah!”
“I’m sure the kids won’t notice if we get their gifts later in the day instead of now, Enji一Mmm, perfect hole, baby一stop squirming!”
This isn’t what Enji planned for their morning, a rare morning off in his busy December schedule. The end-of-year holiday season in Japan is full of merriment and bustling crowds shopping for their loved ones and enjoying the seasonal festivities, which also creates a breeding ground for crime and villain activity. To have a day off early in the month is abnormal, but Enji wants this year to be different. Not only for himself, but for his family.
“We can go out once I’m done with you, big guy一look how soft your hole is, there’s no way I’m letting this pass me by.” Keigo lifts Enji by the waist, pressing his back and shoulders into the bed while he makes a morning meal out of his fiancé's body. He dips his tongue into Enji’s pliant opening and tastes the lube and his spend from the night before. When Enji got home last night and mentioned he didn’t have work the following day, Keigo took it upon himself to give his king the best fuck he’s had in weeks. He shivers at the taste of their coupling and sucks on the redhead’s rim.
Enji hisses. He’s not used to Keigo being so forward and dominant in bed, but ever since Enji let his submissive side slip on a rare vulnerable day, Keigo’s been eager to take the reins and push Enji past the brink with pleasure. And honestly? Enji finds it beyond arousing that Keigo is stronger than he gives on with that lithe body. Being able to lift Enji’s mass is a feat in itself.
“Boy, we don’t have一o-oh fuck, mmph一we don’t have time! I only have today off over the next coming weeks–” He grips the bedsheets at his sides and his legs spread of their own accord, the fucking traitors. Of course he’d rather lay here and let Keigo eat him out for hours but they have a full schedule and so many shops to visit in their short day.
Keigo’s wings bristle behind him in annoyance and spread to their full span. Enji’s glad their bedroom is big enough that the blonde doesn’t send things flying accidentally like in the living room a year ago. They’ve learned since then. “Fucking fine, you want me to hurry up? I’ll hurry up.” Keigo gripes out and suddenly Enji has to hold on for dear life as he’s eaten out and played with within an inch of his life. Enji scoffs and tries not to laugh, forgetting how easily the other man gets mad at being rushed in the bedroom. He moans instead and lets his fiancé do what he wants.
*****
“So, what, this is supposed to be the compromise? You’re surprisingly conniving, Keigo.” Enji stares deadpanned at the man beside him as he drives them to Ginza. He adjusts his posture in his seat as they wait at a stop light near the car park. “I’m only letting you do this because I love you.”
“I’m not conniving! It’s in the name of Christmas, Enji! Get into the spirit. I bought that plug especially for the season.” The smirk on Keigo’s face and twinkle in his eye makes Enji want to sock him and kiss him at the same time.
"How one even finds a Christmas tree-shaped anal plug is beyond me. But it's you . I don't know why I'm surprised." Enji breathes out an unamused sigh as Keigo cackles and slaps his thigh.
"I'll never reveal my secrets! How else will I keep you on your toes, old man?"
Keigo, that little shit. Enji huffs and tries not to smile. Imagine the ego boost the bird would get with that one. He continues driving through the busy Saturday late-morning traffic, completely unbeknownst to Keigo's slim hand working its way into his coat pocket and lightly caressing an ornament-shaped remote. Keigo taps the plastic softly with his talons, already beyond excited to bring his horny little plan to fruition.
When they finally arrive at the car park, Enji has to discreetly adjust his pants as he’s chubbed up a little on the ride over. The vibration of the car very subtly carried through the plug and into his hole. The silicone nubs and ridges on the outside of the “christmas tree” rubbed and pressed into all the right places and added a gentle and constant pleasure through his lower body. It wasn’t at a level that got him horny or anything, but instead left a nice soft heat that mingled well with his body temperature and relaxed muscles.
“So we’re going to Tsukiji Hitachiya first, correct? For Fuyumi’s gift.” Keigo checks his watch idly as they make their way through the bustling streets to the high-end kitchenware shop on their list of places to visit. The sidewalks are packed as people begin shopping for Christmas and New Years gifts for their loved ones. Keigo would have personally preferred to come here on a weekday when the crowds were typically thinner, but with Enji’s busy schedule, this was all they could do. Keigo’s schedule is a lot more flexible than the flame hero’s so he isn’t going to complain over a small detail.
“She’s been hinting at needing a new set of knives. I’m not the most knowledgeable when it comes to kitchenware and what’s best, but Burnin’ did advise me on the best brand out there for Fuyumi’s skill level. She deserves the finest.” Quite honestly, it’s long overdue that his daughter upgrade her kitchen tools, but he knows that a school teacher’s salary isn’t the greatest and she’s never one to ask for things for herself.
“Alright then, big guy, let’s hop to it!” Keigo skips ahead in his excitement and waves at a group of teen girls that squeal at his appearance and blush a bright pink at the attention. Enji shakes his head fondly at his bird’s friendliness and perpetual willingness to lay on the charm with his fans and the public.
It feels romantic going out for Christmas shopping like this. He and Rei never went out shopping for the kids, instead letting her order from a catalog while he was out working. The Christmas seasons came and went like a bland tradition, not really bringing the family together as one would expect; they were cut and dry, almost clinical in a sense. Now, he’s out dressed in casual winter clothes and mingling among the public with a common goal in mind. As he walks through the posh shopping district decked out in tasteful decorations, Enji feels his chest warm at the thought of sharing this magical time with his newly mended family and bubbly, loving husband-to-be.
They’re in and out of Tsukiji without any incident. The staff show them the exact type of knife set that he wanted for Fuyumi within seconds and he’s sold after a short demonstration of the products. It’s almost too easy but he’s not one to complain about a successful outcome. The dark red and brown shopping bag hangs from his fingers gingerly as Keigo checks his notes and map on his phone for the next stop.
“Okaaaaay so, I think the next best place to hit would be for Rei’s gift… Tiffany’s is about a 15 minute walk away–”
“I’ve already made an appointment with Tasaki. I didn’t give them a specific time of arrival but they know we are planning on stopping by sometime today. They should be ready to receive us.”
“Oh right, the whims of a rich man. My apologies, Master Todoroki.” Keigo bows with his palm pressed to his chest and a stray flame licks Enji’s cheekbone from embarrassment.
“Boy! ”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!! Alright then, on the way to Tasaki’s. Then we can stop by a café and get a bite for lunch.”
Enji grunts. They planned the entire day out a few nights ago but he let Keigo decide on where they would eat. Enji isn’t picky at all and he knows Keigo loves to introduce him to new places (mostly chicken-themed, he’s noticed).
When they arrive at the jewelry boutique, the owner greets them warmly and guides them straight back to the private consultation room. Mimosas are already laid out on the table for their enjoyment while they consult with the experts on Rei’s gift.
Now this is fancy. Keigo looks around the room in wonder as they take their seats and wait for their consultation to begin. The walls are a sophisticated beige with fairy lights stringing down to the floorboards in graceful placements and the subtle chandelier above them gives the room a twinkling and magical appearance, even in broad daylight.
He glances over at Enji as the older man takes a sip of his mimosa, eyes closed. Nothing out of the ordinary. Keigo grins internally. Nothing out of the ordinary for long, hah.
Soon after, the consultant enters the room, bringing with her display trays lined with felt and a variety of jewelry. Of course Keigo wants to make sure he and Enji pick out the best piece for Rei, but honestly, he's more concerned with the little plan he has involving his fiancé.
"Good morning sirs, I have brought the items related to your order with us, we just need to pick out specific metals and settings." The woman continues her introduction and focuses on Enji, creating the perfect situation for Keigo to move forward with his plan.
He thumbs the small remote in his pocket and peeks at Enji from the corner of his eye while he keeps his focus on the jewelry in front of him.
“This chain would go well with the pendant that you chose, Mr. Todoroki. The main stone is set flushed with the surrounding diamonds which gives the chain the opportunity to–”
“Ngh!”
Enji grunts in surprise, ears and neck immediately flushing red as he clamps his hand over his mouth to stifle any other noises from escaping. He tries to clear his throat to cover up the incriminating noise he just made and wiggles in his seat every so slightly.
“Mr. Todoroki? Is everything alright?”
“I-It’s fine. Please continue. I like this chain you were about to point out.” Enji chokes out. His voice sounds like it’s tightened by a knot. Meanwhile Keigo bites his lip and takes a deep breath so as to not blow his cover. Though his fiance is anything but an idiot. He knows that any moment now, Enji will look in his direction and try to kill him with his gaze. Internal-Keigo is rolling on the floor laughing.
“Right. So this chain has a length of 30 centimeters, so it’s on the shorter side, but we could lengthen it if you preferred a lower style. The pendant would rest just at her décolletage. For a woman of her beauty, I personally think this would suit her best.” The consultant continues her sales pitch unbeknownst to the depravity happening in front of her.
Honestly, Keigo is impressed. It’s not like the plug’s vibrations could realistically be heard from deep in his fiancé's body–especially over the festive jazz music playing from the room’s speakers–but he was hoping he could make a little joke at some point about a vibrating phone. Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers. He taps the plastic in his pocket and considers which level he’ll jump to next.
Enji continues the consultation with incredible restraint. He doesn’t allow the vibrations to keep him off his goal of buying this necklace for Rei, even when the sensations are rumbling through his ass and ever so gently against his prostate. Enji Todoroki has one hell of a poker face and Keigo knows it.
Which is why when he sees the redhead lean back in his chair just so, he ramps up the vibrations to level four abruptly. The new angle has the plug rocked into his sweet spot and Keigo can clearly see steam start to waft from the back of the older man’s neck. He hasn’t made a sound though, just a slight rock of his hips in his chair. Of course, the consultant doesn’t notice. She’s notating the preferences of their order on her notepad while humming to the jazzy version of Rockin Around the Christmas Tree playing in the background. The blonde grins behind his hand and his feathers ruffle behind him in glee. This is the best idea he’s ever had. He wonders if he can make Enji come in his pants while they’re here. Now that would be an amazing early Christmas present. He can only imagine how good the plug feels, with all its bumps and ridges pressing against Enji’s prostate and vibrating with persistence.
“I do love the way the light blue shines against the icy silver of the chain. It’s just up Rei’s alley! Don’t you think, Enji?” Keigo says cheerfully, as if he’s not playing with the man’s ass by proxy in a sophisticated and expensive jewelry shop. His grin fills his face, eyes squinting in joy as he looks over at the older man and throws his harm casually over the backrest of his chair.
Enji looks at Keigo with the most done look on his face. “Yes, Keigo, I think it’s perfect. Why don’t we decide on this one and consider it finished ?” He grumbles out, clearly annoyed at the younger man for acting so casually but trying not to disrespect the woman across from them who has clearly sensed a change in their interactions and mood.
“Okay, babe! I’m all in agreement. Ms. Miko, be a doll and bag it up for us? We pay up front, correct?” Keigo goes to stand and turns off the plug. He’ll give Enji a reprieve for the moment. They both make their way out to the front end of the shop and Enji takes advantage of Miko being in front of them to reach back and flick Keigo on the nose.
“You’re going to pay for that, little bird. Just you wait until we’re back home tonight.” His voice is rough and hot, caressing Keigo’s body like those big hands do in the heat of a passionate night. He shivers in anticipation and walks out with Enji to pay for their purchase and leave the shop. It’s going to be a long day.
*****
The rest of the day passes in a blur. The café Keigo took them to was nice and had amazing crois-sandwiches and milk teas, but it took everything in him to actually slow down and enjoy the food because all he could think of was Enji’s threat, or promise . Boy did he just want to say “fuck it all” to their shopping date and just head straight to the estate. But they do need to finish buying all the gifts for the family. Being an adult is hard and Keigo hates it sometimes.
After their brief lunch, they hit the rest of the shops in a flurry and pick up dinner on the way home. Keigo notices that Enji picks yakitori takeout that easily keeps in their containers over time. He smirks. He’s in for a treat indeed.
As soon as Keigo puts the dinner containers on the kitchen counter, Enji scoops him up by the waist and throws him over his shoulder. The squawk Keigo lets out is reminiscent of a different kind of bird. “Ah! Enji you oaf! I’m hungryyy! Let’s eat dinner–mmh!” He mewls from the sharp spank he receives in response. Enji walks them briskly to the bedroom and throws Keigo onto their oversized king bed, watching him bounce and settle on his back.
The silence is thick and heady. He can already feel the room heating up from the temperature spike in Enji’s body. It’s hot. Sexy . Keigo will never get over his fiery man. He watches in rapt attention as his fiancé strips at a pace rivaling an exotic dancer. His eyes are piercing, locked onto Keigo’s own as he unbuttons his top and throws the clothing aside carelessly. Oh baby. Enji never gets careless with his clothes unless he’s really riled up. Good thing Keigo’s off work the following day.
Dark blue slacks are stepped out of as Enji stalks towards the bed. Flames flicker on his temple and Keigo can come from watching this man alone. He’ll never know how he got so lucky. Natsuo calls him a simp and you know what, he is. Fucking whatever.
“Conniving. I wasn’t wrong this morning, little bird. I should have expected that kind of behavior from you the moment I agreed to wear this plug—Oh yes, I still have it in me. Contrary to my frustration, it actually feels good. Feeling full all day has its own delights. That doesn’t mean I’m going to let you off any easier, though.”
Keigo swallows in excitement and a tinge of nerves as Enji crawls onto the bed and kneels in front of him. The Christmas tree in the corner of their room twinkles and the lights dance off of the sharp aqua of Enji’s eyes. Keigo’s body is completely still while his wings flutter and expand behind him. No matter how straight he tries to keep his face, his wings always give him away in front of the man he loves. His emotions are always present in his wings and Enji is only getting better at reading them.
“No remorse, eh? Well, we’ll see. Take off your clothes. Quickly. I don’t want to have to reheat our dinner.”
One would think someone lit a fire under Keigo’s ass with how quickly he undresses. He isn’t Japan’s fastest for nothing. Within seconds he’s stripped and naked as he awaits his fiancé's next move—which is a circle motion with his finger signaling him to turn onto his belly. Oh, gladly. He pushes his butt up a bit to entice the man behind him and makes his hole twitch invitingly. He knows he’s done good when he hears a sharp intake of breath in the otherwise silent room.
“Little slut. Grab the lube from the drawer. I am out of patience.” A slick sound makes Keigo shiver as he sends a feather into their bedside table for the almost empty bottle. As he drops the bottle at Enji’s knee, his feather clearly picks up the sound of the man stroking his cock with stray drops of precum already dripping from the tip. The sound shivers through his feather and into Keigo’s brain and he immediately feels a heat settle deep in his tummy. He needs to be fucked yesterday .
“Eep! Enji! What—” He pours the lube straight onto Keigo’s ass without warning but immediately runs his heated fingers through the liquid and warms him right up. Goosebumps break out all over his ass and thighs and he pushes back on the thick fingers petting his hole. He moans breathily as he feels one thick digit enter in smoothly to the root. In the beginning, even taking Enji’s fingers was an hour long process. It’s safe to say his body has fully adjusted to being stretched quickly and he actually enjoys the burn he gets from being penetrated one way or another.
Keigo sighs as he’s fingered gently but efficiently. Even in Enji’s impatience he’d never outright hurt Keigo in any way. It’s heartwarming and honestly makes him cry sometimes—But he always cries during sex. Emotions and pleasure and being overwhelmed and whatnot. He’s not ashamed.
“You know, you may think I’m old-fashioned and don’t enjoy a little public play with toys, but I actually enjoy it. I’ve thought about it once or twice. But I don’t appreciate it when I’m conducting business that I only have one day out of the month to conduct. ” Enji emphasizes his words with heated presses of his fingers against Keigo’s prostate. He heats up the pads of his fingers to an almost dangerous degree, but he knows Keigo falls apart at the idea of being burned inside and out by his quirk. Nothing gets him docile and falling apart for him like using his quirk during sex. The tight squeeze of his walls says it all.
“A-ahh! E-Enji! I-I’m sorry, I just couldn’t h-help—oh, please!—help it. It w-wasn’t even that bad!” The blonde trembles at the heat and pleasure in his backside and whimpers as he feels thick fingers promptly slip out of his body, hole clenching in disappointment at the sudden emptiness. Keigo turns and looks over his shoulder just in time to see the redhead pour a generous amount of lube onto his cock and slap his hole with the length, slick splashing onto them both from the action. As they lock eyes, Enji slips in smoothly to the hilt, bottoming out in one motion and angling his body down to press against all the good places in his little bird. It’s insane how compatible they are sexually and Keigo will never get over it. He mewls shakily as his body squeezes and sucks on the thick intrusion.
“You couldn’t help it? Bullshit, Keigo. You just wanted me to take it out on you—filthy whore. In an expensive, exclusive boutique, no less. If it were up to you, you’d want to fuck right there in that store to show your possession of me, wouldn’t you?” Enji growls out as he fucks into Keigo’s body without delay. Each word is pressed into Keigo’s body and the thumps resounding in his head are already pounding his brain and body into mush.
“Mmph! O-of course, You’re m-mine!—oh fuck, oh‒” He can’t even finish his sentence as Enji pulls him back onto his cock roughly has he presses down on Keigo’s back, arching his ass into the perfect position to pound directly into his spot. Oh fuck, I'm gonna come soon.
Not one to lose a challenge, Keigo sends a feather discreetly to the genkan where he finds his coat, and subsequently, the remote for the plug that’s still in Enji’s ass. Good thing he got the set with the longest range. With a dexterous flick of his feather, the plug is turned onto level four without warning. Keigo grins wolfishly over his shoulder at the sharp gasp Enji lets out. Payback’s a bitch .
“You‒! Fuck , I’m gonna cum, baby. So fucking good—Keigo!”
The warmth flooding Keigo's guts pushes him right over alongside his fiancé. Their moans ring through the room in harmony and he swears this is one of the best fucks they’ve had in a while. The pleasure zings through his spine as his nerves light up. His vision goes white as he floats through his orgasm, squeezing the thick cock flexing and shooting into his body. His body twitches through the aftershocks as he and Enji gasp to catch their breath.
“Keigo! Off‒ hurry! Too much— ” Enji chokes out in what could only be described as a squeak. Keigo wheezes out a laugh as he flicks the remote and turns off the plug. He loves seeing all the different sides to his hero. He’s probably the only one in the world who has heard Enji Todoroki squeak. It’s fucking hilarious and another thing to add to the list of things Keigo adores about his future husband.
Enji flops onto the bed next to Keigo and they turn to face each other as they sprawl across the sheets.
“Jeez, that was…”
“ Don’t. ”
“‒ Fire.”
Enji sighs.
“Look, you love my sense of humor. You just don’t want to admit it because you know it’ll out you as a dummy just like me . At least I’m not ashamed.”
The deadpanned look Enji throws Keigo’s way is foiled by the slight flicker at the corner of the older man’s mouth signaling a held-back smile.
“So cuuuuute. Gimme kiss, yes‒ Okay now let’s go eat. I want some goddamn chicken.”
As they make their way to the kitchen in their fluffy, matching Christmas robes, Keigo happily thinks‒ yeah, this is the life.
Merry fucking Christmas to us.