numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

[Really, who needs words at a time like this? Clearly unnecessary, at least for the moment. If Ojiro doesn't like what he's doing, he'll stop or say something, and it's fine. Right now, he seems to be fine with what Todoroki's doing, which is slipping fingers slick with saliva back over the space behind his balls, exploring further until he can probe gently at his entrance with one finger, a soft sound deep in his throat.]

[A louder groan comes from Ojiro as he feels that finger pushing against his hole. He remembers that from last night too, that mix of pleasure and discomfort that melted into him eventually shooting without his cock being touched. He bobbing on Todoroki's shaft, his own fingers starting to explode behind the other boy's balls as well.]

[It's almost too much sensation, feeling Ojiro groan as his mouth works over his length, feeling those fingers exploring. A little shifting means he's got easier access, and his other hand shifts from the base of the other's cock to grip at his hip, pulling him closer, fingers digging into flesh as the other pushes inward, opening him slowly. It'd be easier with something more than saliva, and he pauses long enough to slide off of Ojiro with a faintly audible pop, voice husky and breathless.]

Do you have anything else? I don't want to hurt you--

[Ojiro groans when he feels Todoroki's mouth leave his cock. He pulls off after the question though, equally breathless as he tries to process what he's asked.]

Ah...I do. Just have to...

[Reluctantly, Ojiro pulls away from Todoroki so he can roll off the bed and head to his desk. He's quick to retrieve a small bottle of personal lubricant, returning to the bed with it.]

I use this for...when I'm by myself...

[Ojiro flushes a little deeper as he says it even if he and Todoroki have been doing a lot more than just masturbation.]

[The necessary absence is necessary, but still regrettable. When Ojiro pulls away, sliding off the bed, Shoto feels almost cold, his entire body missing the contact of skin on skin.

Fortunately, though, it's brief, and Shoto rolls to his knees as the other boy returns, reaching for the bottle with one hand and his shoulder with the other, pulling him into a breathless kiss. He can't quite get that image out of his mind; Ojiro naked in bed, or at his desk, hands slick and sliding over himself. Maybe he shouldn't be thinking about it, but who could blame him, really, when the other boy is blushing like that despite everything they did last night, and everything they're doing now?

Whatever the case, it's incredibly hot to think about anyway, and after a long moment, breathless, finally pulls back.]

You can call me next time, if you want.

[After all, the more the merrier, right?]

[Ojiro makes a surprised little sound as he's pulled into the kiss but it melts into a moan. One hand is busy passing over the bottle but the other catches the bed so he doesn't crash right into the other boy. When the kiss breaks, Ojiro nips at Todoroki's bottom lip.]

I might just do that. As long as you'll do the same when you need...a hand. [Another quick kiss.] Or something else.

[He wouldn't mind crashing very much, honestly. After all, he's enjoying the tangle of limbs, the taste of sweat, the slide of skin against his own. The touch of teeth in his lip is nice, too, and his fingers slide into Ojiro's hair with a moan as his lips part, hips arching forward to rub their arousals against one another.]

Or something else? What if I want all of it?

[His turn to give a quick kiss, and then another, and then to let go of Ojiro so he can lube up a couple of fingers, before his other hand returns to the other's neck, and those slick fingers trace the curve of his ass, nudging him to spread his legs just a little more.]

[A moan from Ojiro echos Todoroki's, the sound slightly muffled by their kiss. He's not sure if its entirely from their erections grinding together or if the feeling of the other boy pulling him closer adds to it but at this point he's good either way.]

That might take multiple visits.

[A little teasing but he's certainly eager for the idea. Hips roll to get a little more stimulation between their dripping cocks and Ojiro reaches up to brush some of Todoroki's hair back while they kiss. The fluffy tip of his tail comes up to stroke along the arm nudging him and Ojiro spreads his legs as requested. A shiver of anticipation races up his spine when it registers what Todoroki's planning and his rocks a little more eagerly against the other boy.]

That can be arranged.

[He's not sure where exactly these words are coming from, just as he doesn't quite recognize the husky purr of his own voice, but it feels good to say. Almost as good as the feeling of Ojiro rubbing against him, as good as that soft fur stroking his arm, encouraging him.

His thumb strokes along the other boy's jaw, and Shoto watches his face as his lubed fingers explore, spreading slick warmth and then finally pressing inward, slowly, first one and then several long moments later, a second, his hips rolling forward against Ojiro, eyes focused on the other boy as he presses him close.]

Is it ok...?

[Even in this moment, he wants to be sure. After all, it's not like he's got a ton of experience doing this.]

I was hoping you'd say that.

[Ojiro's in much the same boat. It feels better to just say it without thinking too much on it. He tilts his head enough to kiss Todoroki's thumb quickly when he feels it along his skin. Lips part to say something but a quiet groan passes through them instead.]

Ah...its okay.

[He nods a bit, adjusting to that mix of discomfort and pleasure.]

Pretty sure, I did this to you last night too.

[Like he'd argue, honestly. He may not have entirely intended for last night to go the way he did, but the more he recalls and the more they do, the more he doesn't mind the idea of more. After all, even this kind of thing aside, he gets along well enough with Ojiro. The other boy is quiet, thoughtful. He didn't hold a grudge after that first class with All Might, even though he could have. He had reason.

And instead, here they are. Naked, pressed together, Shoto's fingers slowly working in the other boy as he leans in to press a kiss to his shoulder.]

You did. And I'm pretty sure I left some marks on you because of it.

[Ojiro laughs a bit breathlessly, holding tighter to Shoto. He's trying to will himself to relax faster. One hand rises to tangle fingers in Shoto's hair and Ojiro bites his lip to stifle a sound.]

I got the impression those were to encourage me to do it more.

[He doesn't have to rush. After all, neither one of them has anywhere to be, right? They can take their time, or as much as they can take when they're both as turned on as they are right now.

There's a faint huff of laughter at Ojiro's words, and Shoto's teeth lightly scrape over his shoulder as he lets his other hand drop, caressing the other boy's tail. He'd seemed to like that a lot, so maybe between the two, it'll help.]

They definitely were. It's kind of nice, seeing what I did to you now. I like it.

[The scrape of teeth has Ojiro remembering the previous night more vividly, a faint moan passing through his lips as he remembers how Shoto had been wrapped around him and biting at his neck and shoulder while he pushed into him. It sent a shiver from the point of contact all the way to the tip of his tail. And then Todoroki was stroking his tail and Ojiro groaned again.]

We really...ah...really made a little mess of eachother. I like it too.

[He smiles despite the blush tinting his cheeks. Eventually he does start relaxing, rocking against Shoto's fingers more.]

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