numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

[Honestly, the feeling is mutual. They'll get some sightseeing done eventually, probably, but right now? The only sights he's planning on seeing are right here, and he never gets tired of seeing them. Or feeling them. Or tasting them. Or, you know, being tasted in turn.

As Midoriya's lips wander downward, Todoroki tilts his head back, the hand on his partner's neck encouraging all those little kisses, the teeth on his collarbone making him catch and hold his breath for a moment. Standing this close, it's probably impossible for Midoriya to miss the interest his body is showing in that touch, but there's plenty of time for all that later. Taking a deep breath and letting it out with a sigh and a smile, Todoroki reaches for the soap and lathers his hands, foregoing a cloth in favor of being able to feel that beautiful muscled back under his palms. Sure, it's washing his back, but those skilled hands also know exactly where to press to help relieve some of his tension, and it's more like half cleaning, half slightly sensual massage, and he leans in to press a series of kisses along Midoriya's shoulder to the nape of his neck as those hands work at the muscles of his lower back.]

How's that?

[ He's got a cloth he can absolutely use to wash his back so the pretext feels a little silly but that's what vacation is for, right? They're on a break and can do silly things that might take up more time than they have normally. If he wanted he could spend an entire day just admiring the slope of Todoroki's shoulders, or the angles of his hands. ]

You have my favorite hands.

[ It totally makes sense in his head and then he says iit. ]

I mean - your hands are nice! If I had to have favorite hands that weren't...my own, I suppose, yours would rank first.

[ Flawless. He has a whole day he could dedicate to improving his absolutely terrible attempts at flirting, too. Todoroki's hands work any potential tension out of him, though, and it's much nicer than using any sort of scrub in a rush in the shower. Despite best efforts, Midoriya's finds himself leaning into Todoroki's solid frame, melting into the attention like an overlarge, content puppy. ]

[Sure, it's silly, but that's okay for now. He just wants a reason to touch Midoriya, not that he needs the excuse, and this is a good one. They could do this for hours, if they wanted. There's absolutely nothing stopping them, and that feeling is glorious.]

Oh, really? That's a pretty strong statement. I'll have to make sure they live up to it.

[Is that a laugh in his voice? Yes. Is he grinning against Midoriya's skin? Also yes. But is that the cutest thing he's ever heard? Absolutely. He loves just how dreamy his partner gets, the way those things just kind of slip out and how flustered he gets when they do. It's the cutest, really. Just like how Midoriya gradually sinks further and further into his arms, until his back is pressed against Todoroki's chest and Todoroki's hands are just idly stroking his sides, long fingers sliding over his hips, skimming his lower stomach.]

This is nice. Not having to rush. I could stay here all day.

They're very good hands.

[ It's mumbled sheepishly into the line of Todoroki's jaw where he tilts his head and noses up at lightly, laughing despite himself. Once he would have been helplessly flustered to a point of needing a moment to get himself under control, would have gone red and ducked his head and hidden his face until it was over. Now, he doubles down - they're great hands, he loves those hands and the man they're attached to - and lets Todoroki touch him for the sake of being touched. ]

We're gonna get pruney, eventually... [ Todoroki also can't wash his back like this but it's not like it's a problem when they're working over Midoriya's sides idly, just the right mix of idle and intimate. ] I could, too, though. ... My back would be so clean.

[Honestly, even in those early days Todoroki had found it adorable when Midoriya got so flustered he couldn't even make words or stay still. It was one of those things he'd adored. But this, the way he can laugh at himself and still own the words, blushing but unashamed? He definitely loves this. He loves this person, so much he can hardly stand it sometimes, feeling like his heart is going to burst in his chest as he leans into the warmth of Midoriya pressed against him.]

There are worse things.

[No, he can't scrub his back like this, but he can definitely enjoy the feeling, fingers skimming up his partner's stomach to his chest, then trailing back down over his arms, lacing their fingers together as he brings Midoriya's hand to his mouth to press a kiss to the palm.]

The cleanest back. The cleanest front, too, and the cleanest hair...and even if we make a mess in the middle, it wouldn't be so bad if we're already in the shower, right?

You're so efficient, that...mmnn, that should be an award we get as heroes.

[ Given by who??? WHO CARES.

Midoriya's head lolls back against Todoroki's shoulder and his weight sinks more solidly against him, trusting Todoroki to keep them both steady without even thinking about it. It gives him the curve of Todoroki's jaw to lay kisses on while the palm of his hand is kissed in turn. ]

We're on vacation.

[ He turns again, never able to really stay still unless he's forced to, and boxes Todoroki in against the wall with a considering little hum, lashes damp as he looks up through them. Between them, his hand runs down Todoroki's stomach, almost idly possessive as he fits his hand over his cock. Against Todoroki's thigh, he's half-hard, but he isn't grinding, yet. ]

[Of course he keeps him steady. That's been his goal since that first year of school, hasn't it? To support Midoriya, to be there for him--although maybe in those days he hadn't quite meant it literally. Or maybe hadn't yet realized he'd also wanted to mean it literally. High school is always a trip and a half, whether you're a hero-in-training or just a regular teenager.]

We absolutely are. And we've still got days of it.

[He's laughing a little as Midoriya turns in his arms, pushing him back against the wall, and still smiling as he looks down at his partner. That hum only bodes well, really, and so does the look in Midoriya's eyes as he looks up at Todoroki from beneath his lashes. Todoroki's hands slide over his hips, fingers tightening and lips parting with a quiet sound as Midoriya's hand slides over him. He isn't that hard yet, but really, with Midoriya looking at him that way, it's only a matter of time.]

Something on your mind?

[Maybe the same thing that's on his. Maybe.]

[ The fact that Todoroki's not hard isn't an issue; Midoriya's not really trying to work him hard just yet, nor is he jerking him off. His hand just cups over Todoroki's cock, casually possessive as he eyes the expanse of damp skin, naked wet boyfriend in front of him like he's some kind of buffet but Midoriya doesn't know where to start. ]

Mmmn?

[ He hears the question and formulates an answer but is too busy licking a water droplet off of Todoroki's throat, sucking a small bruise just under the collar of his shirt. ]

Just you. [ Somehow, Todoroki manages to knock all the other thoughts out of his head, which is a blessing more often than not; it's next to impossible to get Midoriya's brain to shut up for any significant amount of time. Midoriya's expression goes from intent to lazily pleased as he thumbs over the pinkened skin, squeezing Todoroki's cock for good measure. A moment later, he's shifting in the shower, going to his knees in a move that's meant to be an attempt at sexy, if it weren't for the way both of his knees pop on the way down and he finds himself laughing helplessly into the curve of Todoroki's hip. ]

[It's definitely not going to take him long to get there, with the way his partner is eyeing him up like he's trying to figure out which end to devour him from. And even the simple affection in the way Midoriya touches him, the way that familiar hand curls around his cock, not yet working him up, just...holding him, that does its share, too. He's always been amazed at how well they fit together, how well everything just lines up. It's just comfortable, comfortable in a way he'd never thought he'd feel.

Of course, that tongue is definitely going to short-cut some of that lead time, and Todoroki's breath catches, head falling back to rest against the tile of the shower wall as Midoriya sucks a mark into his skin, a shudder running through him at the sensation. He's always known just how to turn Todoroki on, hasn't he? That streak of affectionate possessiveness has always done the trick, and this time is no different, Todoroki humming a moan of approval as he slides a hand over his partner's cheek and through his hair.]

Good. How it should be.

[Midoriya's brain is always going, always four steps ahead, and Todoroki loves that, but every now and then it's nice to have all of that brainpower focused in on him. It's a good feeling.

There's a flare of heat in his eyes as Midoriya sinks to his knees, although that also doesn't prevent the flash of surprise that follows when his knees protest loudly against the action, or the laughter that escapes him, mingling with Midoriya's. God, even this. He loves this man and his creaky joints and his willingness to laugh at himself and all of the other parts that comprise the whole. Running a hand through Midoriya's hair, the affection and warmth of that laughter linger in his voice as he looks down at him, smiling.]

Doing okay down there?

[ Midoriya nuzzles into the touch like a big, pleased cat, both of his hands flat against Todoroki's waist to hold himself steady just long enough to accept the idle affection.

His knees are a little sore but they're really always a little sore these days; part of the whole hero thing. The ache of them fades to nothing but background noise when presented with something else to focus on: in this case, the soft curve of Todoroki's cock right in front of him. Calculating, Midoriya waits until he's got his hand curled around it, mouthing a kiss over the tip. ]

I'm fine. Are you doing okay up there?

[ Mean, it's so mean but he's absolutely doing it anyway, opening his mouth and letting the fat head of his cock rest on Midoriya's tongue just to give Todoroki something to look at for a moment before he slides down the rest of the way. There's not exactly a favorite situation Midoriya has; he's tried to rank them, to come up with some kind of organization but it's impossible. If he did have favorites, though, this would absolutely be up there even with the sore knees. Whatever his grand master plan was goes right out the door the moment he looks up and meets Todoroki's eyes, sees the way he's smiling soft and affectionate.

Talking and sucking off his boyfriend aren't possible at the same time, but there's very clearly a moment where Midoriya's eyes go from Todoroki's cock to his face. ]

Okay. Okay. [ He can totally do this, he's got this. One hand shifts under the back of Todoroki's knee, lifting it up over the thick line of Midoriya's own shoulder so he can slide closer and steady both of them, just in case. The other fits itself to the curve of Todoroki's ass, squeezing shamelessly. ] I want - I'm going to do whatever it takes for you to look that happy forever, Shoto.

[ Faintly disheveled, damp, looking at Midoriya with that quiet little smile. God, it's too much for him to take. Before he starts rambling, he gives Todoroki's cock a few lazy tugs and then slides back down again with a low groan. Sucking his boyfriend off is way easier than articulating his thoughts. ]

Mm, perfect--

[Because god is that view incredible, watching Midoriya take his cock in his mouth like that, rolling it over his tongue and clearly showing off, making sure Shoto's watching before taking the rest of him into his mouth. He could watch that forever and ever get sick of it. Definitely up there on a list of favorites, but then how could he ever pick a favorite when he just loves looking at Izuku, period?

He's still smiling, eyes half-lidded, when Izuku looks up and their eyes meet, and that warm fuzzy feeling spreads through his chest, the way it always does. He could get lost in those eyes, and plans to, except then his partner is grabbing his leg and pulling it over his shoulder as he slides in closer, and his other hand is grabbing Shoto's ass, and he's saying those words, and suddenly it feels like his heart is going to burst.

Marry me. The thought is sudden and abrupt, and though it's not the first time he's thought it, it's definitely up there for the strongest. If he's going to do whatever it takes to make him look this happy forever, then that's just it. The rest of their lives, just the two of them.

Maybe he'd have asked, right then and there. Maybe he'd have proposed, just like that, with Izuku on his knees and the water going and everything just as it was. It wouldn't be any more ridiculous than any of the other scenarios that have led to big life changes for them, honestly. The sheer earnestness in Midoriya's voice, the way he says all that like it's a vow--he loves this man so much it hurts, and he's about to open his mouth to say as much when Midoriya takes his cock into his mouth again, and all that comes out instead is a low groan as he drops his head back against the tile, lips parted and chest heaving a little raggedly already as his hand combs through Izuku's wet curls.]

You make me this happy--

[Maybe the words are a little silly, but come on. With his partner doing that, how's he supposed to be eloquent?]

[ Talking with his mouth full of cock is basically impossible but Midoriya tries all the same, squeezing Todoroki's hip while a garbled attempt at you're perfect is made in response. Water drips in his eyes when he looks up but he blinks it out of the way, determined not to miss a moment of this, of Todoroki looking as close to content as he's ever seen him.

There's no stopping the flush that creeps up over his cheeks at Todoroki's follow up, Midoriya's eyes wide and watery before he closes them and focuses on the task at hand, bobbing his head steadily. Maybe it's better he can't talk, because he's not even sure he could properly articulate just how much Todoroki means to him; there aren't words for it, not really, not when all the feelings are tangled up into a hopeless knot of affection. Like with most things, the easiest thing for Midoriya to do is show it, humming when a hand threads into his hair.

Sliding down until his lips touch the ring of his fingers around the base of Todoroki's erection, he holds there for a moment and swallows around the fat length and then draws off for a shuddery breath, hand still pumping him. ]

Would you rather come in my mouth or on my face? [ Logistics during sex might not be the sexiest and as soon as he asks he wonders if he ought to have made that sound hotter. Todoroki doesn't care, he knows that but - ] Might as well use the shower, right? Less mess.

[ Yeah he 100% needs to shut up, so back down he goes, licking salt off the flushed tip of Todoroki's cock before sliding back down with a hungry little groan, eyes sliding shut. ]

[He's always this content with Izuku. It's not just the blowjob, though his partner has an amazing mouth and his determination is even better. It's being with him. Being with someone who loves him this fiercely, someone who looks at him like he's the entire world, someone who says his name like it's the only one that matters, with the kind of reverence that's only really reserved for one other person in a completely different context.

He loves his boyfriend. And he wants him to be more. Everything else might be complicated, but that...that's simple, and so clear it's almost achingly sharp.

It's definitely hard to think as Midoriya slides all the way down his cock, though, and he can feel the back of his throat as he swallows around him, letting out a full-throated groan as his leg tightens over Midoriya's shoulder and his hand grips his hair a little harder. His breath rushes from him in a shuddering gasp as the other man pulls off, and it takes him a second to answer, rocking his hips forward into that firm grip.]

I love--coming in your mouth, but--whatever you want, I'm good with--

[The words come in gasps, with another moan ending the sentence as Midoriya's mouth slides back over him and his head tilts forward again, watching through half-glazed eyes. There is literally nothing about his partner that isn't sexy, honestly??? He's got nothing to worry about, ever. Even these little flashes of practicality are sexy.]

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midoriya would find a way to make an award & give it to him tbh

HE WOULD because he's a good boyfriend

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