"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.
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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.)
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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.