Meme Carryovers

[numbertwohero]

//for when the posts overfloweth.//

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[taiyakis]

[ Talking with his mouth full of cock is basically impossible but Midoriya tries all the same, squeezing Todoroki's hip while a garbled attempt at you're perfect is made in response. Water drips in his eyes when he looks up but he blinks it out of the way, determined not to miss a moment of this, of Todoroki looking as close to content as he's ever seen him.

There's no stopping the flush that creeps up over his cheeks at Todoroki's follow up, Midoriya's eyes wide and watery before he closes them and focuses on the task at hand, bobbing his head steadily. Maybe it's better he can't talk, because he's not even sure he could properly articulate just how much Todoroki means to him; there aren't words for it, not really, not when all the feelings are tangled up into a hopeless knot of affection. Like with most things, the easiest thing for Midoriya to do is show it, humming when a hand threads into his hair.

Sliding down until his lips touch the ring of his fingers around the base of Todoroki's erection, he holds there for a moment and swallows around the fat length and then draws off for a shuddery breath, hand still pumping him. ]

Would you rather come in my mouth or on my face? [ Logistics during sex might not be the sexiest and as soon as he asks he wonders if he ought to have made that sound hotter. Todoroki doesn't care, he knows that but - ] Might as well use the shower, right? Less mess.

[ Yeah he 100% needs to shut up, so back down he goes, licking salt off the flushed tip of Todoroki's cock before sliding back down with a hungry little groan, eyes sliding shut. ]

[numbertwohero]

[He's always this content with Izuku. It's not just the blowjob, though his partner has an amazing mouth and his determination is even better. It's being with him. Being with someone who loves him this fiercely, someone who looks at him like he's the entire world, someone who says his name like it's the only one that matters, with the kind of reverence that's only really reserved for one other person in a completely different context.

He loves his boyfriend. And he wants him to be more. Everything else might be complicated, but that...that's simple, and so clear it's almost achingly sharp.

It's definitely hard to think as Midoriya slides all the way down his cock, though, and he can feel the back of his throat as he swallows around him, letting out a full-throated groan as his leg tightens over Midoriya's shoulder and his hand grips his hair a little harder. His breath rushes from him in a shuddering gasp as the other man pulls off, and it takes him a second to answer, rocking his hips forward into that firm grip.]

I love--coming in your mouth, but--whatever you want, I'm good with--

[The words come in gasps, with another moan ending the sentence as Midoriya's mouth slides back over him and his head tilts forward again, watching through half-glazed eyes. There is literally nothing about his partner that isn't sexy, honestly??? He's got nothing to worry about, ever. Even these little flashes of practicality are sexy.]