numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

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Edited 2019-04-22 23:38 (UTC)

[Normally Monoma would shrug off his robe and shed his pyjama top before Todoroki could even sneak his hands beneath them, but again, this time is different. He really does need to feel like he's wanted for himself, for something more than his willingness and availability. Instead, he slides a hand up the nape of Todoroki's neck and into his hair and takes the time to really notice its texture, fingers combing through it without ever getting a firm grip.

He sneaks his other hand up under Todoroki's shirt and marvels anew at just how tautly his skin is stretched over rock-solid muscle, how deep each crevice carves into his body and how high the ridges rise. Of course Man Mountain Endeavor's son wouldn't be a gangly beanpole or anything, but Todoroki's compact enough to hide most of his bulk under his clothing, so Monoma can all too easily forget. Todoroki is just so... so...]

Exquisite... [- is what Monoma ends up breathing against Todoroki's mouth, because of course he can't just say "hot" or "sexy" or something when they're wrapped up in such a dramatic moment. He has to rise to the occasion.]

[Normally, they do rush through this part of things, if one of them isn't already half-naked--or fully naked--by the time the other arrives. It's novel enough that Todoroki isn't in a hurry, despite the desire flooding through them both. His hands take their time, sliding under Monoma's shirt to caress the bare skin of his back, one cool, lightly calloused palm gliding up the curve of his spine. The fingers in his hair are soothing, in a way, and that helps to slow his breathing, the rush of his pulse.

He doesn't want to rush through this. Not right now. Not with that hand exploring under his own shirt, or with that soft, willing mouth under his. Although as the next kiss breaks, that word Monoma whispers brings that rush of desire flooding back, along with a warm glow that makes a laugh bubble from him, pleased and quiet and a little self-conscious as he lifts a warm hand to trace the line of Monoma's jaw.]

No one's ever called me that before.

[There's warmth in the words, affection, the lingering remnants of that laugh as he leans in to kiss the other again.]

Only you, Monoma-kun.

[Only him, in so many ways.]

Well then, no one's ever looked at you properly. [Monoma looks smugly pleased to be set apart that way, which probably doesn't come as a surprise, but he also leans into Todoroki's touch after that light kiss with a frank need for affection that is unlike him.] Or seen you properly, I suppose. Everyone sees what you could be or will be and misses what you already are, don't they?

[It's the sort of observation Monoma would usually use to break someone down, the brutal cutting edge of his astuteness. This time he's just coming to the realization himself, the understanding of why Todoroki hasn't been snatched up before now, and he rests a hand over the one cupping his jaw as it fully dawns on his face.]

You're like the opposite of me. Too suited to what you're doing for anyone to see the depth of your potential.

[The look on Monoma's face isn't new, but the way he leans into Todoroki's touch is, and Todoroki is definitely enjoying it. It's nice, being able to share these little affectionate touches with someone, someone he really wants to be affectionate with. Someone who sees him. Because Monoma's right, isn't he? They all see who he could be, who he will be, who he's supposed to me.]

I guess you're right. Even I forget, sometimes. It's easy to just listen to those expectations. To be what I'm supposed to be, or get frustrated because I'm not.

[Monoma's hand on his is warm, and though those eyes feel like they're seeing right through him, he doesn't look away. Monoma has seen him vulnerable before. He's had Todoroki tied up and bleeding before, laid bare in a way no one else ever has. Is it any surprise he sees this, too? His words are simple, soft, as his thumb gently glides over Monoma's jaw.]

You see me.

[Simple words, but there's a depth to them, isn't there? A kind of feeling he doesn't share very easily or often.]

I do. And I think you're an exquisite work in progress.

[Here's the thing: Monoma is hardly even thinking about what he says before he says it right now. This could easily seem like a manipulation if Todoroki weren't so open and emotionally pliable, but it's so sincere that Monoma's startling himself with the depth of his own words. All this time he's been flirting and fucking and nothing more with Todoroki, he may also have been falling for him...

Which would definitely explain all the strange conversations he opened up "out of curiosity," about Todoroki's dating and sexual history and who he favoured as a potential partner and all those fun things. Testing the water without noticing until he'd waded all the way up to his chin.]

I wish I had been able to see you this clearly sooner. [Regret? Come on, Monoma, this is the door opening after another one closes! There's no need for that. But he really does wish he hadn't attached his hopes to Shinsou first, if only so that he could give more of himself right here and now.]

[That's a good way to describe it. Testing the water until he's up to his chin. Except Todoroki had noticed the whole way, hadn't he? He'd justified every step he'd taken, and he'd happily have drowned himself without a word.

But he's got words, now. Monoma's words are like a life preserver, in a way, buoying him up. Because this isn't just more manipulation, is it? This entire conversation has been honest, raw in a way so few of his interactions have ever been.

It had just been sex and flirting, at first. But now...now he doesn't know. Monoma is hurting, and still has feelings for Shinsou, and he knows that. He knows it. But how can he not hope when he's standing here and Monoma is saying those things...?

He isn't going to press. Not now. Maybe not ever. But he's not going to give up on that faint spark, because every feeling is worth it.]

Then I guess I'll keep working on it a while longer. Especially if you'll be here to tell me if I'm doing a terrible job.

[As his friend. As a schoolmate. As a rival. As...whatever else they are. He just wants Monoma to stay.]

[Todoroki already said that all he needed was for Monoma to be sure, but that extra confirmation now that he knows how deep Monoma's feelings may run - that's what it takes for Monoma to finally dive right in and submerge himself in their connection. Now he does tighten his fingers in Todoroki's hair when he pulls him in for another kiss, and the hand on his chest clenches just as hard despite not being able to find purchase.

Need has officially arrived, along with associates Desperation and Total Lack of Shame.]

Todoroki-kun... [Balling both hands in the front of his shirt, Monoma drags him toward the bed while still clumsily raining kisses on and around his lips.] Keep touching me, your hands feel so good...

[This kiss is more urgent than the last, and Todoroki gives himself willingly over to it, hand on Monoma's back tightening its grip and pulling him in even closer, their bodies pressed together without any space between them. His lips part and he runs his tongue over Monoma's lower lip, asking where another time he might have taken.

His hands slide up Monoma's back before slipping away again, and as he follows the other young man towards the bed, he's tugging Monoma's robe off, a dozen small kisses interrupted only long enough to follow that robe with Monoma's shirt, to follow that shirt with his own, hands returning once more to explore bare skin. They roam over Monoma's body, over his ribs, his toned stomach no less appealing for being less muscular than his own. They smooth across his chest, and the cool fingers of his right hand find Monoma's nipple, teasing the small nub of flesh.]

All you ever have to do is ask, I always want to touch--

[The words are breathed between kisses, in the small spaces before he forgets words entirely, and when they reach the bed he turns them around, sitting back and tugging Monoma forward into his lap, fingers curling into his thighs.]

[Monoma may have been enjoying the slower pace, but it's still a blessed relief when the top layers finally come off. His fingers itch to find Todoroki's skin again but the way he's being touched overwhelms his senses, especially the cool fingertips keeping his nipple right on the edge of overstimulation, and he doesn't manage to reciprocate until Todoroki pulls him forward. Letting out a startled squeal, he anchors himself with both hands on Todoroki's shoulders as he clambers astride his lap.]

That goes for me too. If you can think of it, I've probably thought of doing it with or to you already, so just ask.

[So... when exactly has he been thinking about Shinsou, at least since starting this thing with Todoroki? Sounds like the answer is "nowhere near as often." And as it turns out, Todoroki's chilly touch has already brought a question to Monoma's mind:]

I've seen you exhale chilled air after you use ice attacks - does that mean you can make your mouth cold? Or would you also need to freeze something at the same time?

[That sound is incredibly gratifying, not to mention incredibly cute, and Todoroki is grinning as he pulls Monoma a little further onto his lap, settling him close and sliding his hands up and over his hips, blunt fingernails lightly dragging across the small of his back.]

Yeah? About more than just the stuff we've done already?

[There's a part of him, a not-inconsequential part, that is incredibly gratified by the words. Monoma thinks about him, Monoma fantasizes about him, and while he'd already known that, to know that it was more than just once or twice...it's a nice feeling, is all, and he's more than happy to answer the question as he ducks his head, mouth moving along Monoma's jaw and over his throat as he speaks.]

Mm, it depends on how cold you want it. Using my quirk raises and lowers my body temperature, depending on which half I use, that's why my breath fogs like that. But I can just use it on my mouth, if you're interested?

Mmmyes, so much more...

[Monoma arches his back and shivers when Todoroki gets his nails into the action, his voice dropping from that higher, startled pitch to a warm purr. Everywhere Todoroki's mouth lands, Monoma answers with a tip of his head to expose more skin and, whenever he finds a sensitive spot, a little forward twitch of his hips.

He's very interested to know what someone's lips and tongue would feel like when they're cold enough to create foggy breath, but he's also somewhat distracted by the description of how Todoroki's quirk works and wants to try it for himself. Drawing on the access his own quirk gives him, he concentrates on producing frost from the tips of his fingers and watches it spread across Todoroki's shoulder.]

Ah - I see what you mean. [Monoma definitely feels the lingering chill in his own body. He slides his cold fingertips up the back of Todoroki's neck, behind one ear.] Have you ever heard of pressing an ice cube against a spot where someone's very sensitive, then using your mouth to warm it afterward?

[That should probably give Todoroki enough of an idea about what Monoma's suggesting.]

[Monoma already knows just how observant Todoroki can be, how intensely focused on a goal, even if--especially if--that goal is bringing his partner pleasure. Which means that every single response of Monoma's body gets renewed attention, his hands slow and sure as they move across his skin, his teeth biting gently, tongue gliding over those sensitive spots on his neck just shy of leaving any sort of mark.

He's so focused he doesn't even notice as Monoma borrows his quirk, but he can't miss the sudden cold spread of frost across his shoulder and he shudders against Monoma, breath inhaled in a sharp gasp. It's only a light layer, and the heat of his body quickly melts it, but the sensation lingers, and he tilts his head forward, mouthing at Monoma's collarbone as he answers, distracted by those wandering fingers.]

Mmn--yeah. It sounds like it's perfectly suited to my skills. [There's a little bit of amusement in his voice as he smiles against the other young man's skin.] It sounds like something I'd like to try with you. Maybe on both sides.

[After all, given Monoma's quirk, there really were endless possibilities, weren't there?]

Meme Carryovers

@mirrormove, midnight texting

you are a considerate soul and i bet bkrst thanks you

lmao I just figure there's enough smut there without flooding gen memes

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