numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

[Izuku would not turn down anything Shouto wanted to do to him that would make him feel good, especially not that... only as long as Izuku got to do the same to him in return. But that would involve pulling away father than he wants to right now, wanting to keep Shouto close enough he can wrap his arms around him again.

When Shouto leans back like that, sprawled out flat with the muscles in his torso flexing, Izuku's face goes that lovely embarrassing almost neon pink color and he makes what can only be called a squeak. It reminds Izuku of some very vivid dreams he's had of riding Shouto, hence the reaction. He has to resist the urge to reach up and slap his cheeks to get himself to focus again, Shouto looks so good like that... He starts thinking of other things he's imagined that are nowhere near vanilla sex but he quickly shoves those thoughts out of his mind for now as Shouto sits back up.]

R-Right! Th-thank you very much... [Cheeks still burning, he takes the offered bottle and opens it up, pouring some into his hand and slicking Shouto's cock up first before doing the same to his own, hissing a little as he applies the viscous liquid to himself. Then he scoots a little bit more forward so they're slick up against each other now. Biting his lip a little anxiously, he wraps one of his hands around both of their lengths, making a little choked noise as he does so, then takes Shouto's hand and places it over his own. Once that's accomplished, he wraps his free arm around Shouto's shoulders, leaning in close enough that their mouths are only inches apart, close enough to easily kiss.]

L-like this...? [He says it hesitantly, hoping Shouto understands what he's thinking, jerking themselves off together at the same time while pressed closed.]

[He's not quite sure what that squeak is or what it means, but truth be told at the rate they're going, whatever Izuku wants to suggest is gonna get a very, very heartfelt and enthusiastic agreement. He might not exactly be experienced, but the internet is a thing that exists and Izuku might be surprised just how interested Shouto could be in exploring other things most people might not think of.

But that's for later. After all this, after these first explorations, after...oh, god, the feeling of Izuku against him like that, the two of them pressed together, slick and heated, the way the other hero takes his hand and wraps it around them both--later might be sooner than they both think, at this rate. It's incredibly hot, but it's also incredibly intimate, so intense Shouto can't help the way his breath sighs from him in what's very much a whine, a shudder running through him as he slips his other arm around Izuku's waist, pulling him even closer.]

Yeah...yeah, just like this--mmn...

[The words trail off into another bitten off whine as he looks down between them, his hand squeezing gently and sliding over both of them together, making him groan and dig fingers into Izuku's back.]

You feel...so good--

[Izuku can't help but smile at the noises Shouto makes, glad for them. Sometimes it's hard to read Shouto's face, he can be so stoic sometimes, but those whines let him know Shouto's enjoying this as much as he is.

He rolls his hips forward in an easy movement to gain even more friction between them as he starts up a slow but steady rhythm with his hand, leaning his head forward to rest it against Shouto's shoulder with a soft gasping cry.]

You too, Shouto... So so good... [It doesn't take much effort at all to turn his head just a little bit and Shouto can probably feel his puffs of breath against his neck... which reminds Izuku...

It doesn't take much effort either to press forward and mouth at his boyfriend's neck again, kissing it once as a precursor before he fastens his mouth on it to properly suck this time.]

[Shouto might be pretty stoic in most situations, but Izuku's about to learn just how expressive his new boyfriend can be. There's no reason to hold back in something like this, even if he could at all. Izuku should know how he feels, how he makes Shouto feel. He should know how much Shouto is enjoying this.

The way Izuku rolls his hips upwards earns him another soft, almost choked sound, and Shouto does his best to match the other's rhythm, their hands sliding in unison over the hard length of their cocks. He's sliding against Izuku, against their hands, and it's starting to get difficult to tell where one of them starts and the other ends, a pleasant sort of fuzziness washing over him.

...And then Izuku fastens onto his neck, and the sound Shouto makes is positively lewd, his hips rolling upwards harshly into their grip as his head tilts to give Izuku better access.]

Mmn...! Harder--please--

[The words are a breathy moan, his breath catching on every word. It feels so good, that burning, sharp, sweetness, and he knows there's going to be a mark and that just makes him thrust into their hands again.]

You can--mark me, it's okay--

[He won't mind. The opposite, in fact.]

[Aaah, there's that rushing thrill again at causing Shouto to react like that. Izuku isn't able to revel in it as much as before, though, because this time he's a lot more distracted by how good he himself is feeling too. He tries to keep his head still but it might be a little bit bumpy as he keeps up with sliding their cocks together while jerking themselves off. Even in the midst of all that, he moves his pinky finger enough he can slip it out from under Shouto's hand and place it over the other's in a simple yet intimate gesture.

He doesn't bother holding back his own sounds, making a variety of hums and whines even as he keeps his mouth attached to Shouto's neck. Simple sucks become interspersed with nips, licks, and even soft bites as Izuku works to leave a mark that will last for a good long while.

He swears he can feel his heartbeat throughout his whole entire body, everything feeling overheated but absolutely wonderful at the same time. Maybe they didn't even need the lube because of how much Izuku is leaking precum, but he'd rather not have to worry about chafing or needing to hold back, letting his brain switch off and just move and feel.]

[Shouto's hardly going to notice bumpy or uncoordinated at this point, not with all the overwhelming sensations he's being bombarded with on every angle. Even the brush of that pinky over his leaves an ache in his chest, something warm and pure bursting inside him as he clings tighter to the other.

Every sound is echoed, and every time Izuku's mouth does something new Shouto seems to wax more enthusiastic, a whimper, a moan, a gasp, a half-voiced word heavy with desire. He doesn't care if Izuku bruises half his neck, as long as he doesn't stop. He can feel his pulse throbbing below his skin, and for all that Izuku might be leaking he's not the only one. Every few strokes, Shouto lets his thumb graze the head of their cocks, teasing Izuku as much as he is himself, and his other hand comes up to bury itself in Izuku's hair, tugging slightly as he pants.]

Much--much more of that and I'm gonna--

[It's probably a given that this first time neither of them is going to last too long, but Izuku deserves the warning, at least. It's fine. They can practice the fine art of orgasm denial later.]

[Izuku has a moment where he wonders if the fact that he's getting off on getting Shouto off and hearing all those wonderful noises coming from him is weird, but it's only a moment as he finds he doesn't really care if it is. Shouto is feeling good, and that's all that matters to him. The fact that he's feeling good too alongside him is just a bonus.

He's so focused on Shouto that he doesn't really take stock of how far along he is himself. He doesn't make any effort to hold back any noises himself as a result, mirroring Shouto's whimpers, moans, and gasps, whereas otherwise he probably would have tried to not be so noisy lest Shouto find it irritating after awhile. He's never been good at being able to shut up, and now is no different. A whine gets tossed in whenever Shouto's thumb flicks over their tips, and when Shouto's hand goes into his hair, it brings back how he felt when Shouto did it before, really really liking the feeling. The little tug definitely sends a little jolt of arousal through him.

He hums softly, pausing enough he can get words out in between continuing to kiss and lick at Shouto's neck, not wanting to stop until Shouto's come apart. His voice sounds low and almost hoarse with arousal.] I think... me too... Shouto... Say my name...? I want to... hear you say it... when you... [He trails off, panting for breath, the rhythm he's set up with their hands faltering into something less steady and more heedless. Even if Shouto comes before him, he knows from experience that it'll only take a little trigger like pinching one of his nipples to follow right after when he's this far along.]

[Really, is there anything at all wrong with getting off on getting your partner off, especially if it's mutual? Shouto certainly doesn't think so. Just like he could never possibly think anything about Izuku is irritating, especially his tendency to be vocal. Even in school, his chatter is soothing, a calming constant. He enjoys that, but these noises are even better in the moment, making him feel more comfortable being vocal himself. He doesn't have to hold back with Izuku. He can just be himself, even the parts that he's unsure about.

It's not going to take long until Shouto comes apart, at this rate, especially with Izuku saying things like that. He wants to hear him? He's especially not going to clam up now, and his fingers tighten in that curly green hair a little more, pulling enough to direct the other's face back up towards his, dragging him in for a kiss that's almost desperate, messy and enthusiastic as they start losing their rhythm. He knows it isn't going to be long, but there's something he wants, a way he wants this to be...Breaking off the kiss, he presses their foreheads together, words panted in between bitten off gasps.]

Together. I want us--to come together. Please...Izuku--please--ah--Izuku, I'm--

[He's not psychic. Not by any means. But he does pay quite a bit of attention to Izuku, which means that as he comes close to that edge, his hand drops from Izuku's hair, blindly fumbling for his chest, reaching for one of his nipples as his own orgasm finally reaches him, seeking to drag Izuku over that edge with him as he cries out, eyes closed and mouth open.]

[Izuku's heart would melt if Shouto told him he found his chatter soothing instead of weird. Most of their classmates are now used to it, but he doesn't think any of them actually found it an endearing quality.

Oh. If Izuku wasn't close before, he definitely is now once Shouto takes a firm hold of his hair and tugs his head back to kiss him. Something about being slightly manhandled with someone he trusts implicitly really lights something on fire within him, and the cry he lets out in reaction is positively lewd. His hand that's wrapped around Shouto's back curls reflexively, causing his nails to scrape across the skin but not hard enough to break it. Izuku throws himself into the kiss with just as much abandon as Shouto, and when they break apart, he's about to start begging to get off, he's so so close.

But then Shouto saying that and his name like that... That by itself would probably be enough to tip him over. Shouto brushing his fingers against his chest all but assures it though, and Izuku comes in one of the most intense orgasms he's ever experienced, letting out a high-pitched keening wail, hand stilling but hips still bucking frantically as he rides it out.

When it's finished, he flops practically boneless against Shouto, panting hard and feeling like a puddle of goo. It's like there are little jolts of electricity racing all over him from the afterglow, he thinks as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend in a shaky hug.] Shouto... Shouto... [He's officially speechless outside of gasping the other's name repeatedly, but there's a little part of him that thinks... if it felt this intense just from them using their hands and rubbing each other off, how much more intense is it going to feel when Shouto's actually inside him? Even though he's going to need a bit to recover, he already feels a small tremor of anticipation running through him again.]

[It is intense. Probably the most intense feeling he's ever had in his life, honestly, and he's still trembling as his hands slip from around them and he melts against Izuku in turn, not even minding the faint stickiness of Izuku's hand on his back. What does that matter when they're both covered in a mixture of each other's fluids and filled with this amazing, addictive rush of endorphins?

And that was only hands, hands and kisses and the first of many, many moments like it. Another shiver runs through Shouto, this one at the thought of what it's going to be like the next time. Or when he's finally inside Izuku, or maybe with Izuku inside him, even...he wonders if the other would be interested in that, too, at some point. He's never used anything more than fingers in himself, but maybe...maybe Izuku could show him. With his toys.

Breathing heavily, Shouto mouths a soft kiss against the join of Izuku's shoulder, nosing at his skin. He smells wonderful, he thinks dreamily. Sweat and salt and something bright. His lips move across the other's shoulder, a series of deliberate kisses.]

I'm...going to kiss them all. Eventually. Just...give me time.

[The words are dreamy, a strangely soft sound from Shouto, and Izuku can probably feel him smiling against his skin, fingertips trailing over his chest and stomach, his breath finally beginning to slow.]

Izuku...

[He doesn't want to move. They should clean up, but...he doesn't want to let go.]

[They'll have to shower to get clean after this, Izuku muses in his head. Or maybe take a bath... Use a washcloth for now...? Izuku hums a little as he settles on liking that idea the best, cleaning up the stickiness with a wet washcloth so he can run it over Shouto's body... They're just going to get sweaty again soon enough, probably, and a bath with Shouto later sounds wonderful... He wonders if Shouto's house has a bathtub big enough for the two of them. He certainly hopes so.

As for topping Shouto or using his toys on him, absolutely yes. He knows from doing some research he probably falls under what one would call a versatile bottom, preferring to be on the receiving end but having absolutely no problem switching it up if his partner is interested in that. To see Shouto spread out like how he was earlier... There's no way he would turn him down no matter what position he wanted to do things in.

Izuku huffs out a soft laugh, letting out another content hum as Shouto trails kisses along his skin, a smiling growing on his own face as well.] Take your time... and when you finally do, feel free to start all over again... [He rubs his less sticky hand over Shouto's back in a soothing gesture before sliding it up to cup Shouto's face and guide his head back so he can press a soft kiss to his lips.] Shouto... That was amazing... I... I really liked... what you did with... with my hair... [He confesses that part a little sheepishly.] And... And I want you to leave a mark on me too... [His gaze shifts to Shouto's neck to see if there's a nice, big mark or two on him yet from Izuku's own earlier ministrations.]

[All of those things are options. His brother isn't going to be back until the early morning hours, and no one else is here for the next few days. They can take all the time they want. His bathtub is definitely big enough for two, and the idea of a bath with Izuku is definitely a nice one. Just the two of them, soaking out whatever aches they manage to inflict on one another in very nice ways...it's a good thought.

When Izuku directs his face back up, Shouto goes willingly enough, this kiss slow and soft and lingering, the afterglow making him feel soft and comfortable as he draws patterns on Izuku's hip with his clean hand.]

Mm. I really liked it, too. All of it. The way it felt when you used your teeth--it was really good.

[There's definitely a mark or two on Shouto's neck courtesy of the other's attentions, a deep purple against his pale skin. He tilts his head to one side to let him get a better look, his own eyes lowering in turn. Izuku wants him to leave a mark, too? Izuku enjoyed having his hair pulled. He hasn't done this kind of thing, really, but as long as it makes his partner happy, he'll do whatever they want, and enjoy doing it. His hand lifts to Izuku's throat, fingertip lightly tracing his collarbone, then the side of his neck.]

Here? Or...here? Or maybe both?

[There's a faint teasing sound to his voice, and he's smiling a little as he looks at Izuku, a flash of mischief in his eyes. Seems like post-orgasm Todoroki Shouto is a very different creature.]

[Hmm, Izuku should probably let someone know where he is tonight so they don't worry... but he'll get to that later. He's far too distracted by Shouto at the moment. He brushes his fingers over the marks in fascination as he looks them over.] They don't hurt, do they...? They look almost like bruises...

[When Shouto trails his fingers over his skin, Izuku shivers slightly at the tingly feeling the trace leaves behind, and his voice is a bit more lightheaded-like when he responds along with a hitch in his breath.] A-Anywhere you want... I just want to know there's a sign of you on me somewhere... l-like it means I'm yours...

[Later is fine. And honestly, who would tell them no for a perfectly innocent sleepover? Okay, so maybe it's less innocent than that, but still. Shouto's responsible. Mostly.

Right now, though, he's very, very distracted, shivering as Izuku brushes his fingers over those marks.]

A little, but not in a bad way? If that makes sense. I don't mind.

[The opposite of minding. Shouto shivers just a little as Izuku brushes fingers over those marks, leaning forward to brush his lips against the other's shoulder again.]

You are mine. And I'm yours.

[It's just a matter of fact, really. So of course he'll be happy to leave a mark of his own. In due time.]

...We should probably clean up first, though. Even if we're going to do this again later--

[And again, and again.]

Shower, or just a washcloth?

[Absolutely, it's just a sleepover! Friends do sleepovers all the time! ... He'll get to the part about telling his mom they're dating later, even though he can't imagine she'd have a big problem with it. Izuku almost starts inwardly fretting about how Shouto's family will react if/when they find out... He's sure that'll be complicated, what with Endeavor wanting Shouto to be his successor and Izuku being All Might's... but he's also going to firmly shove that to the back of his mind to worry about later because he wants to make the most of this time when it's just him and Shouto together and alone.

He gets this happy dorky smile that's full of brightness when Shouto says 'You're mine and I'm yours.' He can't resist leaning forward to give Shouto a deep, long kiss at that.] Yeah.

[... Also yes. Cleaning up is a thing they should do. He's thrilled that Shouto confirms they're going to get up to so much more tonight but still.] I think a washcloth would be nice...? I'd... really like to wash you with one... [He admits it with his cheeks turning a bit pink, wondering if Shouto might think that's a weird thing to request.]

[Honestly? Shouto doesn't even give half a fuck what his dad might think. His siblings' opinions are the only ones that might matter, and he already knows they both like Izuku and they'll be supportive. Endeavor can deal with it. He's got a boyfriend and he's amazing and that's it.

That kiss is long and satisfying, and Shouto returns it happily, a quiet hum of pleasure as he leans into Izuku's touch.]

That sounds nice. I wouldn't mind. As long as I can do the same?

[Why would he complain if Izuku wants to explore his body some more? Only thing is that means they have to get up, and Shouto gently taps Izuku's thighs, nudging him away so they can climb to their feet. There's a small water closet attached to his room, thankfully, so they don't have to go far, or out into the hallway, and Shouto takes down the cloth he uses to wash his face, running some warm water in the sink.]

Of course! [As if Izuku would ever turn down the chance to get Shouto's hands on him. He gets to his feet with a bit of a wobble, but manages to stay on his feet, thankfully, following after Shouto. He takes about two steps before he's already reaching out and brushing his fingertips against Shouto's arm in another fond smile, thinking to himself.

He's so lucky that Shouto feels the same way that he does about Shouto. He thinks of all the people at school who are always commenting on how handsome Shouto is, and while they're definitely not wrong, he feels another surge of happiness that Shouto is now his. It's not a sense of possessiveness or jealousy that he feels, just... an incredible sense of gratefulness and happiness.

And this is only the start of tonight. What else will they get up to? Izuku definitely wants Shouto to take him, wants to know what it will feel like with the real thing instead of his toys... Definitely wants Shouto to leave a mark on him too... Maybe they can give each other blowjobs? There are so many options...

And once again, Izuku doesn't realize he's starting to mumble all this out loud.]

[The soft touch is nice, and Shouto's smiling, too, despite the sticky discomfort of the fluids drying on his chest and stomach. It's definitely not a smile that's going anywhere anytime soon, either, especially as he hears Izuku start to do that thing.

The chatter isn't less soothing, exactly, but there is a warm rush he gets when he catches some of those words. He wants Shouto to take him, to leave his mark, and then...

Holding out the washcloth to Izuku, he tilts his head slightly to one side, smile still lingering on his face.]

You're right. There are so many options, I'm not sure how to choose which one we should do first. I'd like to taste you, though.

[Izuku takes the washcloth with a quiet thank you, cleaning up his hand first and foremost. Then he steps forward to start washing Shouto, sticking his tongue out a little in concentration as he starts making gentle and small circular motions over the sticky spots on his stomach, gradually working his way up his chest.

He makes a soft sputtering noise and his cheeks color in slight embarrassment at being overhead - he must have been mumbling again - but he doesn't make too much of a fuss about it besides that noise, because he knows Shouto doesn't mind his mumbling and he's only talking about things along the lines of things they've already done, right? So there's no reason for him to feel embarrassment about it.

... Shouto's next suggestion still makes him flustered though.] I... I'd really like that. I want to do the same to you. [He thinks about it, wondering what it will feel like to have Shouto come in his mouth, for him to come in Shouto's mouth... Would Shouto swallow it? Should he swallow it? Would it be rude to spit it out? He doesn't think so, but maybe Shouto thinks differently? He's gotten curious before and tasted his own cum, finding it wasn't horrible but wasn't the most pleasant thing either. Maybe Shouto will taste better...? He won't mind it if Shouto doesn't want to swallow if they...

And then a thought suddenly occurs to Izuku that has him freezing in place, eyes widening as something hits him hard. Cum is DNA, isn't it? And if Shouto ingests it... If he's coming in his mouth willingly, then... What if he...? But if he just explains then...

Izuku just about starts hyperventilating as it hits him - he's now dating Shouto and he's holding a huge secret from him. He's been holding a huge secret from him for months. What if... What if when he finds out, he gets so mad that he... that he...

Izuku drops the washcloth and presses his hand to his chest, taking in deep breaths as he tries to keep himself together, even as he feels his eyes starting to tear up. No no no, don't lose it in front of Shouto, you can't lose it in front of Shouto; he can't know, it's a secret! he tells himself firmly. But it feels so wrong not to be able to be 100 percent honest with his boyfriend.]

[His concentration face is so cute, Shouto thinks, watching with a tiny warm smile on his face as Izuku begins to wipe his chest off, that tiny tip of pink tongue sticking out. It's so endearing he thinks his heart might actually crack his ribs, and as Izuku sputters and blushes, Shouto reaches up again, unable to keep his hands from the other teen for even a few moments. His fingers card again through those delightful curls, brushing along the hollow behind his ear, the side of his neck, stroking over a shoulder.

He's never gone down on anyone before, guy or girl, but with Izuku, he wants to do it all. Maybe it won't taste great; he hasn't even gotten as far as swallowing or not, or even if he wants Izuku to finish in his mouth, but he knows he wants to taste him. If he's interested. He'd said he was--

--And then like a switch is being flipped, Izuku freezes, dropping the tag and looking as though he's just been slapped. Shouto freezes too, his hand immediately stilling on Izuku's bicep, resisting the urge to either grab tighter or pull away. He's done something wrong. He's done something wrong, or said something wrong, and now his heart is pounding for a different reason entirely.

Please don't say you've changed your mind. Please don't say you don't want to be with me after all. Please...]

Izuku...? What is it, what's wrong? If you don't want to do that, or if I shouldn't, it's okay, we don't have to. We don't have to do anything you don't want to, I'm happy just being around you--

[It's his turn to have too many words now, but he can't help it. He doesn't want to lose this new, fragile, beautiful thing he's just found.]

No! [Izuku all but shouts it, reaching out to grab onto Shouto's arms frantically, eyes still wide with panic.]

No, no, no, it's not you, I promise, I want to do all that, I want to do everything, it's just... [Oh god, he's going to start blubbering now - wait, too late, he already has. Those are definitely tracks of tears starting to slip down his face, Shouto not the only one at being terrified at losing this new, fragile, beautiful thing.]

I just... I want to be honest with you about everything, Shouto, and there's... There's a secret I've been having to keep for a long time, but it's not my secret to tell, and if it got out to other people, it could put them in danger, it's... It's that big... but I know I'd be able to trust you with it, and I know you're strong enough to protect yourself if you ever got put in danger because you knew it, so... [And here Izuku lowers his gaze to stare at the floor because he can't look Shouto in the face right now, not sure he could take seeing rejection in it, even though his desperate grip doesn't loosen on the other's arms.] So if you're not... too mad at me for keeping a big secret from you... and you want to know the truth because I really really do want to tell you, knowing there's a risk involved in just knowing... then if you just... wait here, all it will take is a single phone call to get permission to tell you...

[Taking in a long, shuddering breath and releasing it, Izuku squeezes his eyes shut and takes the risk of leaning his head forward to rest it against Shouto's shoulder, pleading softly.] Please. Please don't go anywhere and don't make me leave. It's okay if you're mad at me, I completely understand if you are, but... please, Shouto. Don't make me go.

Edited 2020-02-24 05:26 (UTC)

[He shouldn't be relieved when Izuku grabs him like that, especially since he's crying, but Shouto can't help it. If he's grabbing him, he doesn't want to go, and if he doesn't want to go, then maybe this thing won't be ruined after all.

It's hard to focus on what Izuku's actually saying aside from that realization, though, and so it takes Shouto a long second to process, let alone reply. A big secret, he says. One that could get other people hurt. One that isn't his to tell.

All Might, he thinks. Maybe Izuku lied to him back in the tunnel at the sportsfes, maybe he is actually All Might's kid. Or maybe it's something else.

Either way, he knows what his answer is going to be. He knows, and he's always known, and even though it starts with him gently shaking off Izuku's grip, less than a second later his arms are around the smaller boy's shoulders, holding him tightly in a fierce grip that would almost be suffocating, if it weren't for the faint trembling Izuku can probably feel in his arms, the pounding of his heart in his chest.]

Never. I'd never make you go. I don't want you to go. I'm not mad. I couldn't be mad at you, not unless you hurt yourself for a really stupid reason again. Okay? I love you, Izuku. I'm not mad.

[He repeats those words another few times, breathing in the scent of Izuku and not caring at all about any residual stickiness on the other's chest. It's not important, not nearly as important as this reassurance. After a long moment, when he's sure he can talk again, he continues, his grip on Izuku easing slightly.]

You don't have to tell me, and I'm not mad. I know if you're keeping a secret, it's because it's really important, and you want to keep people safe. You should know you can tell me, but don't do it just because you think I'll hate you if you don't. Because I won't. I wouldn't ever. Okay?

Edited (Autocorrect typo) 2020-02-24 05:44 (UTC)

[Ah, this is a prime of example of knowing someone loves you. Having drying cum on you and someone holding you close anyways because they want to comfort you. Izuku tries really really hard not to start full out crying in relief, but he can't hold back some sobs and hiccups, and Shouto isn't the only one trembling slightly.

His gut feeling told him that Shouto would understand, that he'd be accepting, but there was that little tiny wiggle of doubt that wouldn't let him completely relax before.]

Thank you. Thank you so much for understanding, Shouto; I love you too, so much, and I was afraid you might... if you found out I hadn't been honest with you... [His words trail off as he finally starts to calm down again.]

But I want to tell you, not because I think you'll hate me if I don't, I promise. I want to be honest with you about everything. [Also having someone he can talk to about the stress that having One For All brings... Bakugou... kind of tries in his own way??? And All Might is like a father figure to him he knows he can go talk to about anything, but there's just... something about having someone his own age to talk to that... feels good thinking about.

And now that he's thinking about it more now that he's no longer panicking so much, this is really something he should ask All Might in person, he feels. Maybe he can bring Shouto along and All Might can fill in any questions Shouto might have. He's reasonably sure that All Might would feel the same way that he does, that the pros of Shouto knowing the truth will outweigh the cons. Shouto is strong, he can protect himself, and Izuku knows he can keep it a secret too.

Also, Izuku is still wired on the emotions and feelings from earlier and he really really doesn't want to leave Shouto's arms or move more than two spaces away from him.]

I... I'll tell you, once I get permission. [He says it with resolution, looking up at Shouto and giving what he hopes is an encouraging smile.] I'm sure it'll be okay to tell you but... I still want to ask first. And it would be better not to ask over the phone but in person.

[He lifts a hand up to thumb the tears away from his eyes, letting out a slightly shaky laugh.] I'm such a mess right now, aren't I... We don't have to continue anything tonight if you don't want to now... I'll understand.

[All Might's gonna have to deal with it one way or the other, eventually. Anyone with a pair of half-decent eyes could see that Shouto's been at least half in love with Izuku since the sports festival, and completely in love since...honestly not that long after that.

That smile Izuku offers him is watery, but it's definitely a reassurance. And Shouto himself is equally reluctant to let Izuku go anywhere. Lifting one hand, Shouto gently wipes away the remainder of the tears from Izuku's cheeks, pressing his lips softly to the other boy's forehead.]

I don't care if you're a mess. You're my mess.

[And he's not about to let him go. Stooping briefly, Shouto picks up the discarded washcloth, running it under warm water again. His turn to wipe Izuku down, hands steady and efficient.]

I mean... I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to. But I think maybe... let's get cleaned up, first. And then we can just...lay down together, and just take a second. You've been really upset.

[And he just wants to hold Izuku, really. He wants to make him feel like everything is gonna be okay.]

[Ah, there's the return of feeling like he could melt in happiness. You're my mess. It makes his heart feel so full like it might just burst. And Shouto saying he doesn't really want to stop, even after Izuku confessed that, if you looked at it from a certain way, he'd been lying to him for who knew how long? Doesn't make that happy feeling any less.

He nods in agreement at getting cleaned up and lying down though. Aaaah, cuddling with Shouto. Even if they don't do anything more than that, it sounds perfect.

But Izuku would be lying if he denied he got a tingle under his skin as Shouto gently cleaned him, shivering a little not from the cold, but from the way it felt having the cloth brushing against his body with the knowledge it was Shouto's hands controlling it, like it was an extension of his boyfriend.]

Thank you, Shouto... I feel much better already but lying down would be really nice. [Because he really does want to at the very least cuddle.]

Meme Carryovers

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casually writes porn at the office nbd

Lol I sneak off to tag at work too hahaha

Productive employee hi5~

Hey, when it's slow, it beats sitting there twiddling your thumbs waiting for something new lol

Or to give you the strength to power through lmao

This is also true lol

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