numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

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[A mini-date. Preliminary date. Protodate? Whatever. He's going to make sure the next one is better, he'll do whatever discreet research he has to do to figure that out. It's not like he's been on that many--one or two, and neither very successful--but for Izuku, there isn't much he wouldn't do. Not much at all. Later. Once they're both over the shock.

The silence is heavy. There's no one else in the house, and the walled estate has enough of a ground that even the sounds of the city are minimal; right now, they could be the last people on Earth. His hands itch to reach for Izuku, but... he's not sure. How do you start this kind of thing? Maybe that's why he's asked the way he did. To open the door.

And then, of course, in typical fashion, Izuku just kicks it down and takes half the metaphorical wall with it. I have toys I use. I pretend they're you. He's really not prepared for the rush that sends through him, adrenaline and endorphins coursing through his veins, making his fingers tingle and something low in his belly tighten and coil. The images his mind is providing him right now are definitely not helping, and there's no way Izuku could miss the way Shouto's eyes widen and then go dark, his tongue sliding over his lower lip as he steps closer to Izuku, closing the distance between them.]

You...pretend they're me? When you're...

[He doesn't sound mad. He sounds...well, very, very turned on, voice husky and dropping half an octave as he lifts a hand, brushing the backs of his fingers lightly over Izuku's flushed cheek.]

Of course I want that. I want you. I've...I mean, you're not the only one who's...pretended.

[His hand slides down the side of Izuku's neck, thumb stroking along his chin as Shouto looks down into his eyes, his own gaze flickering down to his mouth briefly, then back.]

Are you sure? We don't have to rush. I'm not going anywhere.

Edited 2020-01-05 06:01 (UTC)

[Izuku is really good at kicking down doors and/or walls, physically and metaphorically. He's got the legs and the personality for it.

Izuku bites his lip a little and just nods in confirmation at the first thing Shouto says, his gaze zeroing in on Shouto's lips with want when the other licks them. At the second thing, though, now it's his turn for his eyes to widen.]

You... You've really... thought about me like that before...? [He takes a step closer too when Shouto does, half consciously pressing his cheek against Shouto's hand to feel more of his touch. God, he wants Shouto's hands on him, all over him, skin on skin, not caring if his touch might be hot or cold, just... craving him.

Izuku tilts his head to rub his chin into Shouto's touch after Shouto lowers it down to his neck, his eyes closing halfway as he soaks in the feeling. He reaches down to gently grasp Shouto's other hand and bring it up to his lips, kissing the knuckles softly in reassurance while looking at Shouto with desire burning in his eyes.] I'm absolutely one hundred percent sure. Shouto... Please...?

[He really, really does. Shouto's very fond of those legs. And the place where his legs meet his back. And also his back. And basically everything else. It's a problem. Or it was, until all of it became available for him. He can see the way Izuku arches into his touch, and it just makes him want to keep touching, to see if that reaction changes when he touches him in different places. It's such a rush to see.

At Izuku's question, Shouto nods, a faint flush to his cheeks, but he doesn't hesitate to answer. After what Izuku's shared, how could he not do the same?]

Yeah. I felt kind of guilty about it. You're my best friend, I shouldn't be thinking that kind of thing. But every time I'm alone, I always end up wondering what it would be like with you. How you'd feel, the sounds you'd make...

[Shouto watches as Izuku brings his hand to his lips, watches as he kisses his knuckles and just looks at Shouto with eyes that take his breath away. How could he even possibly want to say no?? Eyes half closing, he leans in to close the distance between them. This time, the kiss starts off gentle and easy, a slow exploration as he slides his hands around the smaller hero's waist. Starts soft and easy, but it definitely doesn't stay that way for long, and after a moment the urgency grows, until Shouto finally manages to murmur with a ragged breath.]

Izuku...

[His lips part, tongue brushing against Izuku's lips, a request. He wants more. But he knows Izuku does, too.]

[Izuku can relate to that problem. It's very difficult being bisexual and changing in a room full of people who are almost all very fit and toned with god sent abs and muscles. Especially when you have very strong feelings for one of the people in the room. Sometimes you start wondering if your pointedly averted eyes are even more noticeable than sneaking a peek. He counts himself lucky whenever they have classes where they're in swimsuits or other situations where Shouto isn't wearing a shirt so it's easier to discreetly stare at that muscular torso... One that he's imaged pressing him down naked into a bed many a time...

Thinking about that now is not helping the stirring that is currently going on in his shorts.]

Y-yeah, I know what you mean... It feels a bit awkward thinking about someone you personally know, doesn't it? Because then the next time you see them, you think about how you were thinking about them like that and worry they'd react negatively if they ever found out what you thought... At least... that's how it was for me. [He confesses it a little sheepishly.] You're one of my best friends too, Shouto. But I think... that's a good thing? We're already close and we feel the same...

[He blushes again at the last two things Shouto says, but it's accompanied by a smile on his face.] Well... Now you can know what it's like... [He happily leans up into the kiss, placing his hands flat against Shouto's torso, palms spread out to feel the strong muscles there. It draws a little moan out of him and a shiver of delight.

He stays close when they break apart for a second of air, feeling Shouto's breath - the way he says his name - caressing his lips.]

I really like it when you say my name... [He murmurs the words back just as softly before he kisses Shouto again, opening his mouth up eagerly when he feels Shouto's tongue seeking entrance.]

[That's an extremely relatable difficulty. There's a difference in the kind of nudity, and he's never looked too closely at his classmates during showers--it didn't feel fair, somehow--but it was a struggle more days than it should have been, especially when Izuku would stretch and make that little whimpering noise that would leave Shouto struggling to think unsexy thoughts.

But he can have that now, can't he? This is his, and this is Izuku in his arms, Izuku's hands exploring the flat planes of his chest. Izuku shivering, and making that quiet sound against his lips that only encourages Shouto to pull him in closer, his fingertips slipping under the hem of Izuku's shirt to seek out bare skin. Most people expect his hands to feel different. Like one should be hot and one should be cold all the time, but that's honestly not the case. Unless he's using his quirk, he's just a normal temperature, maybe a little warm, thanks to what they're doing. His hands are a little rough with calluses, but he's sure Izuku isn't going to mind as his hands trace the line of the other young man's spine upwards.

When those lips part, his tongue is quick to slip inside with a soft moan of his own, tangling with Izuku's and exploring his mouth, learning what he tastes like. What he feels like, inside and out. It's a long moment before he pulls back, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy.]

Then I'll have to say it more, if you like it.

[His mouth shifts, a line of kisses across Izuku's jawline, lips brushing his ear, as he whispers in a quiet singsong, almost playful.]

Izuku~

[Izuku's body gives a more pronounced shudder of delight when Shouto's hands run up his spine. Every part of him that Shouto touches feels overly sensitive. He's not surprised to feel that his hands are warm. He's got notes about all of his classmates' quirks, including Shouto, and one of the things he's jotted down about the half-cold, half-hot quirk user is indeed that little tidbit, that people have guessed one half of him would be cold while the other half would be hot, but Izuku thought differently. He doesn't always glow or have little green energy bolts crackling around him unless he's using his quirk. He figures it would be like that for Shouto too, that unless he was actively using his quirk, he'd just be warm. So very warm, in a good way.

Maybe Izuku has a bit of a bias about it but he'll argue with anyone who says Shouto isn't a warm person, literally and figuratively.

When Shouto slides his tongue into his mouth, Izuku can't hold back another moan at how good it feels to be kissed like that. His hands curl to grip into Shouto's shirt... which is a good thing because when Shouto pulls back and teases him like that, Izuku lets out a guttural groan and feels his legs get very shaky, gripping tightly onto the other in an effort to stay on his feet.] You... You can't keep doing that, I'm going to fall over if you do...

[It feels like every touch evokes a new response, and honestly he enjoys it way more than he possibly should. It just makes him want to keep going, especially as Izuku moans into that kiss, and the way he clutches at Shouto's shirt...]

Then maybe we should sit down. I don't want you to get hurt.

[Because he definitely doesn't want to stop doing any of this. So--gently, he tugs Izuku back further into the room, back towards his futon, neatly made up. Sinking down, he draws Izuku down with him, tugging him forward into his lap, hands settling back around his hips as he brushes a light kiss over his lips.]

Is this better? Definitely harder to fall, down here.

[Izuku inwardly starts squeeing a little with glee inside of his head when they end up on Shouto's futon. They're essentially on Shouto's bed. And he's straddling Shouto's lap, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck and slipping the fingers of one hand into Shouto's hair. This is like a dream coming true.]

Yeah. Yeah, this is a lot better. [He says it breathlessly, really resisting the urge to grind his hips down and instead just settling there. He brings the hand that currently isn't fiddling with the soft strands of Shouto's hair back around, sliding it leisurely down that strong torso again before gripping the shirt once more and tugging on it slightly.] May I... May I take this off...? [He wants to roam his hands all over Shouto's naked upper body.]

[They are very much in Shouto's bed, which was kind of the whole point, he thinks. Not that there aren't other places they could do this kind of thing, but if it's the first time for both of them, well. Bed is probably a good place to start.

It's different, with Izuku this close. Those muscular thighs he's always appreciated are warm on either side of his own, and with them both sitting the difference in height between them is almost completely removed, leaving him looking into those pretty green eyes as Izuku combs fingers through his hair.]

I think so, too.

[It's going to make a lot of things easier, for one. Izuku's hand tugs at Shouto's shirt, and he removes his own hands from under the other's as he nods, his own answer equally breathless.]

Of course, here--

[Those muscles are exactly as nice as he expected, and he lets Izuku explore as much as he wants as he leans back in, doing some exploration of his own as his mouth wanders over the side of Izuku's neck, soft, open-mouthed kisses just shy of hard enough to leave marks.]

What about yours...?

[Izuku would agree if he knew what Shouto was thinking. A bed for the first time just feels like the right thing to do.

Once he gets rid of any articles of clothing on Shouto's upper half, he eagerly slides his hands over the skin there, doing it slowly and trying to memorize everything he feels. His fingers linger over any scars Shouto might have on his torso, no matter how small they are, wondering what's the story of how he got them but saving actually asking about it later just in case it might be anything that would ruin the mood. Tentatively, he places his hands flat on Shouto's pectoral muscles and slowly slides his fingers over his nipples in a gentle brush, paying particularly attention to how Shouto reacts after he does that.

He himself tilts his head to the side with a low whine of content to give Shouto more room to work with, those kisses that are being worked over his skin drawing out more low whines and soft gasps from him.] H-huh...? [He asks it a little bit dazedly before he focuses on what Shouto just said properly.] O-oh, right! Yeah, mine, I... [He disentangles himself from Shouto for a moment to pull his own shirt off and place it off to the side somewhere, biting his lip a little and looking down while hoping to hear Shouto's approval. Which is silly because why wouldn't he approve? Shouto's seen him shirtless plenty of times before. It's just that it suddenly feels different now that they're being more intimate with each other beyond just looking.]

[Maybe surprisingly, despite his chosen career Shouto's body is more or less scar-free. There are a few here and there on his forearms, a couple on his upper back that can be felt as faint raised lines, but all in all, it's just smooth, mostly hairless skin. Hard to have much in the way of body hair with a quirk like his, though there is a faint trail that starts below his navel, disappearing into his jeans. Scars or not, though, every inch of his body responds to Izuku's touch, and he can likely feel the way Shouto's breath catches as his fingertips find his nipples, the touch feather-light and pulling a faint whine from his lips and the brief nip of teeth against his collarbone.

The only reason he pulls away at all is to let Izuku get rid of his shirt, and it's barely gone a second before Shouto's hands are sliding up over Izuku's stomach, caressing his chest, then sliding up over his shoulders and down his arms, like he's napping out his body.]

I love the way you look. It's always surprising how muscular you are, underneath all that. And every time I saw those freckles on your shoulders when you'd take your shirt off...

[The words are followed by a series of kisses, Shouto's mouth moving slowly from the outside of his shoulder towards the join of his neck. Izuku is entrancing, beautiful, scars and all, and he wants to make sure the other boy knows it.]

[No matter what Shouto looks like, Izuku thinks everything is beautiful. He's wonderfully sculpted and perfect, not too much in the way of bulging muscles but still extremely toned and pleasing to look at. Also feel. Izuku doesn't think he's ever going to get tired of feeling how physically strong Shouto's body is. It makes another little shiver of delight run through him.

His fingers trace down that little trail of hair, stopping above Shouto's jeans with a touch of curiosity, but he stops and pulls back with a soft smile.

Then his shirt is off and Shouto's hands are running over him now and Izuku is embarrassed at the long, low moan he lets out. It's almost like getting a massage, in a way, and it makes him feel like he's melting again. Shouto's hands are so wonderful... He should probably tell him that.]

Your hands are really wonderful... And your m-mouth... All of you is wonderful... You're really hot, Shouto... [He says it with a dazed-like quality, showing just how much he's enjoying this so far. The growing tightness between his legs is also pretty telling too...

He blushes at the compliment, so used to having been told forever that he's plain-looking. And unlike Shouto's torso, his upper body - mainly his arms - has a story of scars written across it. Not only that, but he also has a scattering of a few smaller scars from various accidents... and incidents as he was growing up. The only thing he regrets about the scars on his arm though is making people worry about him when he trashed them. He doesn't regret messing them up to save or help people. He'd sacrifice anything to protect someone else, no matter the cost. But he's working hard on doing better at keeping himself safe so he can help more people in the future. He's always kept one of the very first things he learned at school in the bad of his mind. You can't help anyone if you wreck yourself so much, you can't move. It's a lesson that had only been hammered home after the summer training camp in the woods.

It's a good thing Shouto kissing along his shoulder up to his neck is really distracting, preventing him from going too deep down the rabbit thought hole. He places his hands on Shouto's waist to hold on to something, feeling lightheaded in a good way, and yeah, it's definitely a good thing they are sitting down now because he's pretty sure his legs would have gone out from under him by now if they hadn't.]

Th-thank you... You... [His words get cut off for a moment as he lets out another low whine of pleasure.] You like my freckles...?

You have no idea how attractive you are, do you? I'll have to show you.

[Plain-looking? Izuku? Anyone who'd said that must be blind, honestly. Even if Shouto wasn't physically attracted to him--and he definitely is, as close as he is Izuku definitely wouldn't have been able to miss that fact--there's so much more to him. He's so determined, so compassionate, so willing to fight for what he believes in and the people he wants to protect. He could look like anything and with that attitude, Shouto would still be in love with him.

Every single scar on Izuku's body is part of a story, and Shouto was there for most of them. He'd wanted even then to touch those marks, to tell Izuku how much he appreciated him, how much he worried, and now was his chance. But...maybe after. He doesn't want to ruin the mood or derail this, not when Izuku is making noises like that that make Shouto arch his hips upward almost despite himself, breath shivering along the other hero's skin.]

Yeah. I've always wondered if they go down further, too, but I was worried if I looked in the bath that it'd be hard to control myself.

[The words are murmured against Izuku's neck as his lips wander back up, pressing a kiss to the hollow behind his ear. Shouto's hands find Izuku's thighs, sliding up his muscled legs and squeezing slightly, enjoying the feeling of the other on top of him. His jeans are definitely feeling uncomfortable, but he's reluctant to have Izuku move even for a minute.]

M-me? Attractive? Nobody's ever... At least, not before now... [No, he really doesn't think he's anything more than average in just about every way. There's nothing special about him, really, so he thinks. He just works hard to get to where he wants to go, but doesn't everyone else?

Shouto is absolutely welcome to show Izuku though, because Izuku has a feeling that while it might make him flustered, it also probably would feel very good. It's nice, the person you're very attracted to being attracted to you in return.

When Shouto presses his hips up, it's like the switch that Izuku had been trying not to hit with attempting to keep his own hips still flicks on, and he rolls his body down against Shouto's with a panting groan. Aaah, the friction feels so good... but it makes it harder to think. Maybe that's a good thing? Not overthinking things so much is making it easier for Izuku to just go with what feels good and not hold back so much.]

I... aaah... [What were they talking about again...? Oh right. Freckles.] They're... they're kind of all over the place... [He makes a strangled noise when Shouto kisses by his ear, quickly discovering that his ears must be one of those specific places... Erogenous zones, he recalls. Because every time Shouto even so much as whispers in his ear, let alone actually kisses it or around it, he gets that feeling of turning into melting butter again. If Shouto figures that out, it's probably something he can use as a weapon in the future in order to get Izuku to instantly turn into putty in his hands.

Shouto gripping onto his thighs spurs another roll of his hips, followed up by a soft cry.] Sh-Shouto, I... I'm getting... really tight down there... Do you think we could...? [Get naked the rest of the way?]

[The second Izuku rolls his hips downward with that sound, it's all Shouto can do to keep his focus. Thank god he's got years of discipline behind him, because it's apparently gonna take everything he has to keep from completely losing it, at least this first time. Who knew Izuku would be so expressive, so enthusiastic?]

Good--

[That's about all he can manage, hearing that strangled sound Izuku makes. He's got other things to do with his mouth, like see if this is apparently one of those spots that really does it for the other. Deliberately, he takes his earlobe in his mouth, a brush of his tongue along the edge, the faintest touch of teeth. But the experiment is interrupted when Izuku rolls his hips down again, and Shouto's grip on his thighs tightens as his own move in response, a faint whine escaping him as the friction just makes his pants all the more uncomfortable. What a good idea Izuku had, he's so smart--Shouto's hands move to the fly of Izuku's shorts, brushing his obvious arousal with a touch that isn't entirely accidental.]

Me, too--here, let me--

[It does mean Izuku will have to move from his lap for a minute, but he's willing to make that sacrifice to get them both out of these clothes.]

[Oh shit. Well that didn't take Shouto long to figure out. He's doomed. But he's happily doomed? Because guh, that feels so nice... The physical reaction he has is visible and telling too, trembling and squeezing his hands more tightly around Shouto's waist, another higher pitched moan being torn from his mouth.] Sh-Shouto... That's... aaah... [Congrats, Shouto, you've reduced him to being speechless. Enjoy your newfound secret power over him.

He lets out a sharp cry when Shouto touches his arousal, and he can't help it, he lifts his hands up to cup Shouto's face in between them and drag him in for a messy but desperate kiss. He tries to keep on kissing him for a bit longer as he lifts himself up a little bit so Shouto can get at his shorts better, but then he decides that if he moves away and they get undressed more quickly, the faster he can get his tongue back in Shouto's mouth. So he pulls himself away and scoots back a bit, even if it looks like it takes actual effort for him to do so, hands flying down to scramble at Shouto's jeans. He reigns himself in though when he unzips him, making sure to be careful in order to avoid any unfortunate mishaps.]

[It's a good power, and it's definitely gonna stay a secret. After all, it wouldn't do to have anyone else picking up on it. Not that Izuku would tell anyone, or let anyone else do this, now that they're together.

Together. He's dating his best friend. He still can't believe it. Not even when Izuku is kissing him like that, fierce and desperate, and Shouto returns that kiss with just as much need.

It's not elegant, the way he fumbles Izuku's shorts off, simultaneously trying to lift his own hips to help the other. In fact, it's downright clumsy. But Izuku will probably forgive that, right? Especially if the end result is both of them naked, Shouto's breath ragged as he looks at Izuku, drinking in the sight of him. All of him.]

Izuku--

[There's so much want in the way he says his name, as he reaches for the other, pulling him close for another messy, desperate kiss, hand sliding over his bare thigh.]

[Izuku would be mortified if anyone else found out about it and if they tried to use it against him and it wasn't Shouto... there's a good chance he might just punch them reflexively because that would be way too personal for just anyone to do. He'd apologize profusely afterwards but... Yeah, Shouto is the only one who is going to get permission to do that whenever, no matter how much Izuku knows it's going to be a downfall of his. It's worth it. And now he wonders if Shouto has any spots like that himself... He'll have to do thorough research about it. Personal, hands-on research.

Izuku has no problem with it being a fumbling mess as they both get each other's bottoms off, as long as, yes, the end result is still them being naked.

And then they are completely naked. Had they been doing this a bit slower, Izuku probably would have been blushing hard and stammering as he looked Shouto over. But his mind is still in that place where he feels more hazy and heated than clearheaded, reacting to things more instinctively than thinking them through. As such, he eagerly crawls back in and settles himself back over Shouto's lap, returning the kiss with just as much passion, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tightly. He feels like he's slowly drowning but he doesn't mind at all, holding onto Shouto and trusting him to keep him from getting too lost or catch him if he does fall.]

Shouto... [He gasps the name against the other's mouth, sliding a hand around to cup his cheek tenderly as he kisses him again. He rolls his hips down experimentally again, crying out when it feels oh so very much better when it's bare skin on bare skin. And now he feels like he's burning, not wanting to stop, to let himself get carried away by the heat.

A part of him wants to just throw himself headlong into this because he feels so desperate and just go for it all, but then another part of him wants to take it slower, wants to revel in the way Shouto will feel inside of him for the first time when he's imagined it for so long. Maybe there's a way to compromise, to take care of the heat right now and still enjoy later.

He pulls his mouth away so he can talk again, panting softly against Shouto's lips.] Shouto... I... I read somewhere that... [God it is really hard to focus on speaking when Shouto is so close. He swallows hard and forges on, letting his mumbling habit kick in and take over.] I read that if you come before you use anything inside yourself, then it'll make yourself more loose when you do because... because your muscles will be more relaxed... and I don't know if I'm going to be able to last very long once I get anything inside of me the way it is right now... and I don't want that part to go so fast, I want to be able to take our time with that... so if you think you'd be able to twice, then can we...? [He says it almost pleadingly, trembling from the effort of holding still when he so badly wants to just move, to reach down and grasp Shouto's cock in his hand, to make him feel so blindingly good.]

[Does he have spots like that? Absolutely. His neck, his hips, his lower back...he can't wait for Izuku to find them all, and he's looking forward to finding even more of Izuku's. He just wants to make him feel good, feel loved, feel wanted.

When he feels Izuku grind against him, the rub of skin on skin, hot and electrifying, Shouto lets out a breathless moan of his own that's swallowed by the kiss between them. It feels so good, so much better than anything he'd ever imagined. And this isn't even anything but grinding. A nearly convulsive shudder runs through him as he thinks briefly of what it's going to be like when he's inside Izuku, when the other is hot and tight around him, and he can feel his cock twitch between them just at the thought alone, his hips arching upwards into Izuku again and coaxing another sound from them both.

When Izuku breaks the kiss, Shouto doesn't let that stop him, his lips moving over the other's throat, his Adam's apple, tongue tasting the hollow of his throat as Izuku talks. God. He's done research on this, too. Of course he has. And how is it even more incredibly hot to hear him talk like this?

A shaky laugh escapes him, and he lifts his head, pushing his hair back off his forehead with one hand, the other smoothing a thumb over Izuku's hip. Can he go twice? Yeah, definitely. Twice, maybe even more. Maybe definitely more, if Izuku wants to stay over.]

Twice isn't gonna be a problem at this rate.

[To say the least. Licking his lips, tasting Izuku on them, Shouto looks at the other, his eyes dark and heated and focused entirely on Izuku as his hand trails over Izuku's chest, fingertips toying briefly with one nipple.]

Do you want me to make you come, Izuku...?

[It's half teasing, the way he asks, but there's a genuine intention to it, too. A desire, maybe to see how Izuku reacts when he says something like that flat out.]

[Izuku is all about research. He will definitely find those spots and then probably take notes on them later. How Shouto reacts when he touches him a certain way or kisses him in a certain spot. He'll be a very diligent student.

Izuku also highly doubts twice being their potential limit will be an issue, not with how everything feels so far. He just wanted to check in with Shouto about it first. He can't help but laugh and smile in relief when Shouto confirms they can do that, leaning forward to sneak another kiss.] I didn't think so, but... communication's important.

[Communication which is becoming a lot harder. Talking all the way through Shouto laving attention to his neck earlier had been difficult, to say the least. Hmmm, that might be a fun game for later... Try to focus on doing something while Shouto's distracting him in delicious ways, and vice versa, like how fast it takes them to complete some sort of fun quiz... Homework could also be an option, but with how much of an effort Izuku puts into his studies, he doesn't want to accidentally mess up on something because Shouto's so distracting.

Speaking of distracting, looks like Shouto's just discovered another one of his zones. He's always known his nipples were sensitive, enjoys playing with them himself while getting himself off when he's alone, so once Shouto fiddles with one, Izuku makes another low, guttural groan in response. That's two for zero now... He definitely needs to find some spots on Shouto.

The way Shouto says that last thing has Izuku's brain short-circuiting. Urgh, it's almost not fair how... how sexy Shouto can be and he's probably not even trying all that hard. Izuku nods in response, almost a little frantically. Yes, yes, absolutely, yes. But he's not planning on being a passive participant, so even while he pants out a breathless, almost dreamy 'Uh-huh...' he's reaching down with a hand to brush his fingers over Shouto's cock.

And since it felt really nice when Shouto did it earlier... and because he wants to taste Shouto's skin... he leans forward to place a kiss at the side of his neck before licking there experimentally, dragging his tongue slowly over the skin.]

[Interesting. His nipples, too? Shouto's definitely going to mark that one down for later use. Maybe not even that much later, honestly. But for now, he doesn't want Izuku too close to that edge until he can get a chance to explore the rest of him, which means showing some kind of restraint.

The frantic nod he gets from Izuku helps build his confidence even more, a rush of warmth and endorphins as he lets his hand trails lower. Izuku's fingers brush against his length, and Shouto's breath catches and stutters, his cock twitching again at the light touch. He's so focused on that, he doesn't even realize what Izuku is doing otherwise until there are lips and the touch of a hot, damp tongue against the side of his neck, and Shouto's held breath escapes him in a moan, head tilted to one side to give Izuku better access. Looks like he's got at least one, there. A good one.]

Izuku...

[The name is half whine, and Shouto's grip tightens again on his hip, his other hand reaching between them to slip his fingers around the other young man's arousal, feeling the shape and size of him in his hand. They're doing this. It's not a dream.]

[Izuku absolutely smirks in an 'aha!' way once Shouto lets out that moan, and he wonders if this is how Shouto felt a moment ago, what with the rush he gets at doing such a simple action that makes the other young man respond so strongly, knowing a secret spot that nobody else does to make the other feel good. Shouto can probably feel him grinning against his skin as he kisses there again and again, the last time more open mouthed so it ends up as more of a suck. He makes sure to be careful to not do too much that he ends up leaving a mark behind because he doesn't want people hounding Shouto with intrusive questions about it later. They'll probably have to talk about how open they want to be about this with others... but they'll worry about that later. All that matters right now is the here and now, this moment, being together in the most intimate way possible and reveling in it.

His ministrations get halted when he suddenly feels Shouto's fingers brushing against his own cock, making him jolt a little in surprise as he cries out softly. He'll get back to Shouto's neck again, but right now he pulls back enough to look down between them because he wants to see what Shouto's cock looks like. His eyes widen a little as he runs his fingertips delicately over the length before matching Shouto and curling his hand firmly around it so he can give it a few slow but solid strokes.] Wow... S-so amazing... [He says it with a bit of a stutter due to Shouto's hand on his own length, and he gives a little rock of his hips encouragingly, backed up by a slightly strangled hum of pleasure. It's so much more intense than the feeling of his own hand.]

[It's exactly the way he felt, and it's a very, very good feeling, isn't it? Just makes you want to keep going, to make the other person feel even better and to gain an even bigger rush in return. Shouto doesn't seem to mind at all as Izuku keeps going, and at that last kiss with the smallest bit of suction he lets out an absolutely wanton moan. Truth be told, he wouldn't mind marks. Some evidence that this happened, bruises to remind him of the memories they're making, an ache in his body to keep this fresh. He's got enough clothes with high necks that he can keep them hidden, especially in the winter.

He's about to open his mouth and say as much when Izuku gives that little cry and pulls back to look between them. His lips stay parted, but it isn't words that come out, as Izuku's fingers tease him before wrapping around in a firm grip and stroking him, just another moan, his hips shifting upwards as he tries to push into the other's grip.]

Feels...so good, when you touch me...

[The words are an effort, most of his focus on keeping his hand moving on Izuku's cock, slow and steady, letting his thumb swipe over the head, testing to see where Izuku is the most sensitive. Honestly the sight alone is really doing it for Shouto, the sight of their hands on each other, the way they're stroking together, and he lets his head fall forward, resting against Izuku's.]

[Izuku feels the same. He had to bite back the urge to say 'mark me' earlier when Shouto was giving attention to his own neck, not caring if Shouto left a sign that he had been there on him, something that he and Shouto would know but something that would be just between them. He has scarves he can wear, although he doesn't have much in the way of turtlenecks, being more of a hoodie person himself. Maybe he can borrow one of Shouto's... He wonders how Shouto would react to see him wearing Shouto's own clothes, like one of his shirts... Or even just one of his shirts and nothing else... Hmm, he'll have to test that out later...

He absolutely is going to pay more attention to Shouto's neck again at some point tonight though, that's for sure, because he definitely needs to hear him moan like that again. It sends an absolute thrill rushing through him.

For now, though, he's watching Shouto's face in rapt fascination, watching all the expressions that are sliding across it as they explore and touch each other.] Y-yeah... I like your hands on me... [He agrees breathlessly, and his words don't just mean Shouto touching his cock, but anywhere on him.

When Shouto flicks his thumb over his tip, Izuku gives another high-pitched cry and a full body tremble, reaching up with his free hand to grasp onto Shouto's shoulder as they rest their heads together, needing to feel like he's holding on to something solid to keep himself steady.] Do you... Do you have any lube nearby...? I have... an idea... but it'll be easier... if we have some of that... [The words are broken up and interspersed with soft pants and choked noises.]

[He's likely to get a very favorable response to wearing Shouto's clothes, especially just a shirt and nothing else. But honestly, once it's a topic that's broached, he'd find a very special warmth in the thought of Izuku having one or two of his shirts to wear, anyway.

That's a thought for later, though, and so is the thought of marking, even if chances are he's going to end up asking Izuku to go harder next time his lips are anywhere around Shouto's neck. There's no room for anything right now except the way Izuku sounds, that sharp cry and the way he trembles under Shouto's touch. He's so sensitive, and there's a part of Shouto that wonders what he'd do if Shouto were to take him into his mouth, to use his tongue instead of fingers. But he doesn't want to move, and Izuku's got another idea. He's so full of ideas, and each one is better than the last, honestly. Giving Izuku's cock another stroke or two, Shouto pants his own answer, breathing ragged.]

Yeah, hang on--

[He does mean that a little literally. Shifting Izuku's hand from his shoulder, Shouto lays all the way back, hands reaching to a low cabinet just above the head of his futon, muscles in his torso stretching and flexing as he opens a little drawer and pulls out a small bottle, fumbling briefly as he closes the drawer and offers the bottle to Izuku as he sits up again.]

Here--

@nomatterthecost, tfln 1/3

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