numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

How I--

[Oh. Oh. Todoroki looks up, meeting Ojiro's eyes as he realizes what the other young man means, a faint pink flush spreading over his cheekbones.]

Yeah, I remember that part, too. I remember you were really good at it. I wanted to return the favor, but I think I got...distracted.

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[Hence all those marks on Ojiro's tail, and he's pretty sure there are some other marks on his thighs, too, not to mention his--]

It's--kind of disappointing I don't remember the whole thing. I think I had a really good time. I just think I might have panicked when I woke up really late in a room that I didn't remember falling asleep in. I kind of wish I'd stayed.

[Is that too direct? It's the truth, at least.]

[Ojiro blushes a little more but his lips curl into a smile when Todoroki mentions he was good. The mention of distraction has Ojiro rubbing the back of his neck.]

I think it wasn't a bad distraction. Especially considering what came after you getting distracted.

[He's not expecting those direct words.]

I wish you stayed too. You could...stay now if you want.

No, it definitely wasn't bad.

[Ojiro rubs at his neck and again, Todoroki's distracted by those marks, remembering the taste of alcohol and sweat and skin. The blush on his cheeks makes him feel a little less strange about all this, at least; they're both in the same place, aren't they? Maybe that's why he doesn't have to think too hard about his answer, taking a step forward towards Ojiro.]

I could. That would be nice. I don't have anywhere to be today. Do...you want me to?

[Ojiro smiles a bit wider when Todoroki comes closer. He takes a breath and steps closer as well, tail slipping off his shoulder as he approaches.]

I want you to. Maybe...we can see if we can help eachother remember more about last night.

They say sense memory is the easiest way to trigger something you've forgotten.

[It's half statement, half question as he lifts a hand, reaching out to brush cool, delicate fingers over the side of Ojiro's neck, gently touching the marks he'd left. Taking another step forward, Todoroki closes the distance between them, tilting his head down slightly towards Ojiro. The other young man is just a little shorter than he is--he'd forgotten that, too.]

Is it okay if I...?

[Kiss you, he doesn't say, but the implication is clear. Even if he's got an invitation to stay, he really just wants to be sure. After all, neither of them have been drinking now.]

[Ojiro had forgotten the difference in height as well but he wasn't bothered by it. He nods in response to that question but doesn't wait for Todoroki to actually do it. He leans in himself instead, pressing his lips to the other's. One hand comes up to rest on the other young man's shoulder as Ojiro's tail slips around his waist to tug him closer.]

[His lips are soft and warm, Todoroki thinks, eyes slipping closed as he kisses Ojiro back. The hand on Ojiro's neck slides to cup the back of his head, fingers weaving through short blonde hair. This definitely feels familiar. The tail around his waist is equally warm, as firm as the hand on his shoulder, and he lets it pull him closer, his other hand sliding over that appendage and up towards Ojiro's back as he presses close to the other young man.]

[The feeling of Todoroki's body against his own and those fingers in his hair were bringing back memories for Ojiro as well. Things weren't as smooth and easy the previous night but he certainly remembered the kiss. Humming against the other young man's mouth, Ojiro remembers what came next. Lips part and he swipes his tongue across Todoroki's lips, silently requesting they take things a little deeper. At the same time, his tail rubs the other young man's back idly, just enjoying their close contact.]

[No, they definitely weren't this smooth and easy. It's different when you're taking your time, isn't it? Most of what he remembers is a rush of adrenaline, everything hurried and urgent, hands and teeth and bare skin. It wasn't bad, but he kind of likes this, honestly. Maybe better.

At the touch of that tongue Todoroki answers with a quiet hum of his own, his lips parting and his tongue sliding along the other young man's. He tastes...less sweet than he remembers, probably from whatever they'd been drinking, but still nice. It feels nice, and the kiss deepens as he grows more confident, his hand sliding over the base of Ojiro's tail and up his bare back, underneath the hem of his shirt, holding him close.]

[Ojiro hums his approval when Todoroki's lips part and their tongues tangle. He feels a similar surge of confidence, tail slipping off the other young man's waist to rub one of his legs instead. He reaches down to slip a hand under Todoroki's shirt at the same time he feels fingers against his tail. A little shiver shoots up his spine at the touch to the base and Ojiro gives quiet groan. He breaks the kiss, pausing briefly to suck on Todoroki's bottom lip.]

Want to move to the bed?

[His breath catches a little when that hand slips under his shirt to brush against his stomach, muscles twitching under the unexpected contact, but it's definitely not a bad thing. He presses closer at the touch, his hand sliding a little further up Ojiro's back, and when the kiss finally breaks, he takes a second to breathe, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed.]

Sounds good.

[A tiny smile crosses his face as he brushes a smaller, questioning kiss against Ojiro's mouth, fingers combing through his hair.]

Are you going to carry me again?

[Ojiro's eyes widen as he remembers the carrying. A smile curls his lips and rather than answer, he wraps his tail around Todoroki's waist. He uses that extra limb to lift the other young man, walking them backwards towards his bed. He's far more careful as he climbs onto the bed and sets Todoroki down than he was last night, the both of them having just crashed onto the mattress the previous night. He uncoils his tail as he crawls over Todoroki, waiting for him to get comfortable before leaning in for another kiss.]

[Even though he remembers the way that tail felt wrapping around him the night before, it's still a surprise feeling it now, still just as dizzying without the help of the drink. His breath catches, but he's still smiling as he slides a hand over Ojiro's tail, and as he lays back on the bed he doesn't hesitate before reaching out with his hands, pulling Ojiro towards him for another deep kiss, lips parted and a soft sound escaping him.

His hands slip lower, sliding under Ojiro's shirt, calloused palms gliding over warm muscle as he pushes that shirt up, only pausing when it becomes clear that one of them is going to have to stop to get it off. Tugging gently at the fabric, he finally pulls back to breathe, looking up at Ojiro with a question in his eyes.]

Can I...?

[A shiver races up Ojiro's tail and then his spine in the wake of Todoroki's hand. He lets himself be pulled, a sound of approval rumbling up out of his chest. One hand tangles in some of Todoroki's hair and Ojiro presses in deeper. His tongue slips past those parted lips to explore the other boy's mouth.

Muscles flex without a thought as Ojiro feels hands against bare skin. He makes a little sound of disappointment at the loss of the kiss but that question gets a little nod.]

As long as I can do the same for you.

[He doesn't have to be disappointed; Todoroki doesn't plan on stopping for long. He just wants that skin on skin contact, to feel Ojiro under his hands. He remembers how that body feels against his, a little; he wants to make new memories.]

Yeah, definitely--

[Another small kiss and then he's tugging Ojiro's shirt over his head, discarding it on the bed next to them, and then he's curling up, flexing the muscles in his stomach to arch off the bed, getting his own shirt off. The rest of the marks on him are plenty visible now, his skin warm as he tugs Ojiro back down on top of him, hands exploring the muscles of his bare back.]

I remember this. This was really nice. You feel...

[Good doesn't seem like an adequate word, really. Amazing? Incredibly hot? Instead of answering, he leans up for another deep kiss, one leg sliding between Ojiro's thighs as his hips arch a little, pressing forward against him.]

[Ojiro nods, lifting his arms over his head to make getting his shirt off easier. Once that shirt's out of the way, he smiles again. Ojiro's certainly a defined guy from all the time he puts in at the gym and his martial arts training and it shows. He pushes up onto his knees over Todoroki and reaches out to help tug that shirt off, tossing it by where his own landed. He looks over each of those marks, the memories of leaving them as he worked his way down the other young man's body returning to him.

He lets himself be tugged down, one hand bracing on the bed so he doesn't put all his weight on Todoroki. The other hand finds its way to exploring the other teen's chest. He starts to say something in response but gets yanked into the kiss instead. Not that he's complaining in the least, a low groan of approval vibrating between them. He presses down into the leg between his, groaning quietly. His arousal is obvious from the bulge in his pants and he can't help but grind a little.]

[What was under that shirt is definitely nice. All that muscle under his hands, covered in smooth, warm skin...he wouldn't mind the full weight of Ojiro on top of him, pushing him into the bed, holding him down, but this is nice, too. More than nice. It's incredibly hot, and as Ojiro grinds down against him Shoto rolls his hips upwards in response, breathing a moan into that kiss. He's already hard, and the friction makes him shudder, his hands wandering down and around Ojiro's tail, stroking the bare skin.

After a long moment, the kiss breaks, Shoto's teeth lightly tugging at Ojiro's lip as he pulls back to breathe, eyes half-lidded and voice low.]

We should probably be quiet...Iida's your neighbor, right? Is he here?

[He doesn't want to be quiet, exactly, but Iida is kind of a stickler for the rules, and this is definitely breaking a few.]

[Feeling that he's not the only one hard has Ojiro groaning softly into the kiss again. His hips roll as well, the grinding continuing but this time Orijo tried to press against Todoroki more fully. The hands on his tail again got a louder groan from Ojiro and that extra limb lifted to press into the touch. He draws in a quick breath as the kiss breaks, blinking as he tries to process the question.]

No, he went to the Support Department. We don't have to be too quiet if we...

[Ojiro looks down between them before glancing back up to meet those half-lidded eyes. Fingers slip between them to brush over Todoroki's waistband.]

Do you want to...

[So he likes having his tail touched like that. Good to know. That would explain the marks he'd left there, too, Todoroki thinks a little dizzily, and maybe he shouldn't be trying to distract Ojiro while he comes up with his answer, but he can't help it, fingers stroking the base of his tail, trailing up the line of his spine as he places a kiss on the other boy's jaw, followed by another, before he finally leans back to look up at him.

Watching as Ojiro looks down between them, Todoroki's eyes follow his gaze, the muscles of his stomach twitching and growing taut as those fingers move lower. Ojiro doesn't have to finish the question.]

Yeah. Do you...?

[After all, it'd be a shame if all they had was the one time neither one of them really remembered, right?]

[Ojiro presses into every touch unconsciously, back arching with Todoroki's fingers. He just nods in reply to that question. He still only remembers fragments of the previous night but he's getting more and more of an idea. He thinks remembering it all would be much better of course. Fingers curl into Todoroki's underwear, Ojiro taking a moment to trace the edge of the darkest mark left on the other teen's body.

He watches Todoroki as he starts tugging that underwear down as far as he can in their current position.]

[The way Ojiro watches him as he traces that mark makes him shiver, his breath coming faster as he arches his hips off the bed, helping to get pants and underwear both down, leaving him bare under Ojiro. Although it's hardly fair if it's just him, is it? So much skin contact and he still wants more. His own hands travel around over Ojiro's hips, taking a moment to slide a palm over his arousal through the front of his pants before he tugs at his waistband.]

You too--

[Ojiro pushes Todoroki's underwear as far as his hands can take it. His tail takes over to remove the garment entirely. One hand moves carefully to the other teen's arousal, fingers curling around it as more memories unfog for him. He groans a little at the touch to the tent in his boxers and nods.]

Just one moment...

[He lets go of Todoroki's shaft and pushes up slightly, starting to pull his tail through the hole in the back of his boxers. He nods when its far enough that it won't get in the way of his boxers coming down.]

Okay, you can do it now.

[Todoroki can't help the way he shudders as Ojiro's fingers wrap around him, a soft sound that's almost a whine escaping his lips as he arches into the touch, before it's gone and Ojiro is reaching for his own shorts. The tail does make things a little more difficult, but it also makes things much more interesting, and when he gets the go ahead, Shoto's hands quickly push down his shorts as far as he can manage from this position, baring him down to the thighs.

His fingers slowly trail back up the skin he's uncovered, exploring, until finally he wraps a hand around the other young man's length, stroking slowly. This part he definitely remembers.]

[Ojiro's tail may make things complicated but it helps as well. As soon as its free of his boxers, he uses it to push the underwear farther down than just Todoroki's hands can reach. His breath ends up catching in his throat at that skin to skin contact though, Ojiro pressing a little more firmly against the other young man.

The hand wrapping around his arousal has Ojiro groaning softly. He shifts again and slips a hand between them to take hold of Todoroki's cock as well.]

I'm pretty sure, last night...right after this is when I started leaving those marks.

[As soon as that hand wraps around him again, Todoroki nearly stops breathing, a voiced gasp escaping him as he leans up into the touch. His other hand slides around Ojiro's back, urging him a little closer, palm splayed flat over his spine just above his tail. His cheeks are flushed, but he's not embarrassed at all.]

I think so, too.

[He bites his lower lip, another shuddering breath catching in his throat, as his grip tightens just a little more firmly, thumb sliding over the head of Ojiro's cock.]

You could...leave more, if you want. I don't mind.

TFLN- tailman

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tfw you botch your copypaste bc you're tagging at 2am...

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