numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

It doesn't take any thought at all to toe off his boots and shed his jumpsuit the rest of the way, leaving him in his sock feet and underwear on cold tile floor. It's a little better now, without all that restrictive fabric, but it's still not good enough. Not enough, he wants skin on his skin, and Titus is still wearing too much.

The lips on his neck make him arch and whine into the touch, a hand fisting in Titus's soft blond locks as he rolls his hips forward into the other hero, already hard and almost aching with it. That villain's quirk...he'd be more furious if it didn't feel so damn good, feeling Titus like this. But he wants to feel more.

Hands dropping down, he tugs that cape the rest of the way off and then fumbles along Titus's thighs, reaching up underneath his tunic to tug his shorts down, feeling nothing but bare skin underneath them. Bare skin, finally, and there's a rush of triumph as he feels that, the other wearing nothing at all under those shorts, and that rush of triumph is followed by a rush of something much more primal.

"You don't wear anything under those?" The question is a purring murmur in Titus's ear, Shouto crouching slightly as he grabs the blonde's thighs and hoists him up against the wall in a sudden motion, pinning him with his hips. "All this time we've been fighting together, and you don't wear anything under your shorts--have you been wanting this?" The words aren't the kind of thing he'd normally say, not his style at all, but the way he's feeling right now? They feel absolutely right.

Titus laughs in surprise and delight (it's almost a shriek... or a squeal?) as he's lifted and pinned. Of course, Shouto doesn't have one of those gigantic brawny physiques that are so popular among certain hero types, but he is bigger and stronger than Titus... and oh, does this reminder of that fact feel good.

"I like to keep it light," Titus answers, his lips curling into a smile against Shouto's cheek. "Wearing the shorts at all was a compromise..."

He doesn't have a lot of leverage, but he rolls his hips as much as he can, grinding against Shouto; his stomach is so warm, his muscles so solid. "Maybe I'll leave them off from now on. Just for you. What do you think?"

That squeal, or laugh, or whatever it is certainly isn't going to discourage him. In fact, it just makes him smile as he noses along Titus's jaw, teeth nipping lightly at his ear. This is what he's been wanting, and if he's entirely honest it's not just that villain's quirk that's driving him.

He might not be big and brawny, but he's still a solid head taller than Titus, and he's got muscle enough to hold the smaller hero in place, grinding back against that roll of his hips in turn as he lets his weight and Titus's grip keep him in place. He wants more skin contact, which means lifting that tunic up higher, scooting it up and not really caring if it tears.

"Think I'd be really distracted in every fight from now on, wondering if you were wearing them or not," he answers, voice breathy in the other's ear. "I might want to do this more often. Pull you away after a fight, make you make that sound again--"

And more sounds, really, and maybe he shouldn't be saying all of this out loud, and maybe he'll be really embarrassed later! But right now he's so hard he's aching with it, and Titus feels so good against him he's not going to stop.

"You can pull me away after every fight," Titus says; his breath is constricted from arousal, which makes his voice hoarse and unsteady. "Or before. Or during. I've thought a lot about you..." He shuts his eyes and pushes his head back against the wall, flexing his toes and calves. "And about you, thinking about me." He runs his hands down Shouto's back, scraping lightly with his nails, then slips his fingers under the waistband of Shouto's underwear and cups his buttocks. (They're so toned!) "Have you ever thought about me, Todoroki?"

It's a bit of a strange angle to be sure, but Titus pulls with his hands and pushes with his hips, exerting as much pressure as he can on Shouto's cock. He wants to feel its shape, feel it twitch, find out how much harder it can get. (He wants to do more than that with it, too, but all in good time.)

"Wouldn't be very heroic if we snuck away during," he says breathlessly, a little laugh in his voice that turns into a whine as Titus's hands wander below his waistband. "But maybe before--mmn--"

It might be an odd angle, but Titus definitely makes it work. Enough that he's not going to be able to miss the way Shouto's cock twitches, wedged between them as it is, and Shouto's fingers dig in to Titus's thighs as he bites back a sound. He's been thinking about Shouto. And about Shouto thinking about him. And...

"What if I have thought about you? Alone, in the shower, or in bed when I can't sleep. What would you say if I told you I'd thought about doing this before?" It seems a little silly to bother hiding that now, especially when he can finally have what he's kept himself from going after all this time.

Meme Carryovers

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LMAO ahhh I just saw that I typoed "as" with "ass"

sjkdh I didn't even notice lmao

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