numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

[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.

[Ojiro shivers when that grip tightens, copying Todoroki's motions on his cock. His tongue flicks across his lips as he glances down.]

Are you sure you want more bruises?

[While he waits for an answer, Ojiro ducks his head down. Lips find the other teen's collarbone and Ojiro starts softly with a few kisses. He moves onto a light nibble before applying just enough pressure to leave a faint red mark. Eyes flick up towards Todoroki's face for signs he should stop as Ojiro begins slowly working his way down Todoroki's chest.]

[Todoroki opens his mouth to tell Ojiro yes, he's sure, he'll just make sure he wears a shirt that covers them, but as he does so the other boy's lips find his collarbone and his grip on his arousal shifts, and all that comes out instead is a moan, as he arches into the touch. It's definitely more than okay, and when Ojiro looks back up, what he's going to find are Todoroki's eyes, half-lidded and almost glazed.

His hand slides up Ojiro's back and then lifts to comb through his hair as the other makes his way lower, and the second comes to join it when he can no longer reach Ojiro's arousal, his voice breathy as he finally manages to answer.]

I'm sure--that feels really good, Ojiro--

[The sounds coming from Todoroki clear the haze from Ojiro's memory further and he hums against the other's skin. He remembers that same lust-filled gaze from last night but now lacking the added effects of the drinks they'd had. And he remembers the path he took lower, making an effort to mirror it so there's matching marks on either side of Todoroki's torso.

He works his way lower, carefully sliding down the bed at the same time. Eventually he'd face to face with the mark on Todoroki's hip. One hand still around the other teen's cock, Ojiro looks back up again.]

Do you remember what I did right after I left this mark?

[It only takes until the second mark for Todoroki to realize just what Ojiro's doing, and the realization hits him so hard his cock throbs as he arches under Ojiro's clever mouth, breath coming in sharp gasps and whines as each mark finds his skin more sensitive to the touch. It's too much, and it's not enough, and he feels the anticipation building as that trail of sensation leads lower and lower, until finally he looks down to see Ojiro right where that perfect set of bite marks is mirrored on his other hip.

What a question. Of course he remembers. But the question gets Ojiro a rare display of humor from Todoroki, the words suggestive and almost teasing as he combs fingers through Ojiro's hair, a fingertip dropping to trace his lower lip.]

If I say no, will you do it again?

[The surprise is obvious on Ojiro's face when that humor comes out. He blinks a few times then ends up laughing a little. A smile spreads across his face and he presses a quick kiss to Todoroki's hip.]

Yes, but I'd probably do it if you said yes too.

[He leaned in to briefly suck on the finger tracing his lip, teasing the digit with his tongue. Pulling off with a quiet pop, Ojiro slips lower and takes the head of Todoroki's shaft into his mouth without much more tease or delay.]

[It's kind of nice, being able to surprise someone like that, and there's a warmth that spreads through him as Ojiro laughs, and he smiles and combs his fingers through the other boy's hair again as he presses a kiss to Todoroki's hip.

That smile fades as Ojiro takes his finger into his mouth, though, and his lips part as he watches, eyes dark and heated. That tongue feels surprisingly good, but he doesn't even have to imagine how good it'll feel elsewhere, as Ojiro slips lower and takes his cock into his mouth. He can't help the moan that escapes him, and honestly he doesn't even bother trying as he struggles to keep his head up, watching.]

That feels so good...

[Ojiro just hums in reply, the vibrations all around Todoroki's shaft. Last night becomes clearer to him as he works a little lower. It had been fast and a little rough last night, Ojiro wincing internally as he remembers having to be reminded to watch his teeth. But now he can take his time and be more careful, cheeks hollowing as he bobs up and down. Fingers wrap around what doesn't fit in his mouth and Ojiro's tail strokes along one of Todoroki's legs.

He glances up again, cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded with lust. He wants to get more moans out of the other after that first one.]

[Honestly, he won't have to try that hard to get more moans from Todoroki. After the first one, it's harder to stop, and he doesn't shy away at all from showing Ojiro just how much he likes what he's doing. Every other breath is a gasp, a little jagged, and accompanied by a whine deep in Todoroki's throat, a full-throated moan when Ojiro sinks deeper, or when his tongue hits an especially sensitive spot. He's doing much better than the night before, he thinks, faintly remembering some teeth, making a breathy, gasped comment about how he likes being bitten, just not there. In fact, he thinks he might have a mark on his thigh as a result of that.

It's hard to keep his head up constantly, especially when Ojiro sinks deeper, but he's looking up just in time to see the other young man look up at him, and that expression makes his cock twitch again. Seeing that he can do to Ojiro what he does to Todoroki...]

I want to...make you feel good, too--mmn--Ojiro--

[But god is it hard to talk, when he can feel himself creeping closer to the edge of orgasm with every passing moment.]

[Ojiro gets the message even if it isn't easily gotten out. He just doesn't respond at first, taking the time to bob a few more times. Eventually he does pull back and lets Todoroki's cock out of his mouth with an audible pop.]

What do you want to do?

[He's definitely not complaining; not in the slightest. In fact, he can't help a whine as Ojiro's mouth slides off his cock, trying to catch his breath as he lifts a hand, gesturing.]

Turn around, so I can reach.

[It might be a little awkward figuring out the angles, but at least he's sober this time.]

[Ojiro blinks a few times but his cheeks flush darker when he realizes what Todoroki means. He nods, slipping to the side. He turns carefully and lays back down on his side next to the other teen. A little shifting around and he's back face to face with Todoroki's cock, his own closer to the other young man's face.]

Is this good? Do you need me to move?

Mmn.

[He shakes his head slightly, only clarifying when he realizes what he's doing, eyes still taking in the shape of Ojiro this close to him. He shifts, trying to adjust to a better angle on his side as well, one that will let him move his head as well as his hips, bracing himself on one elbow and reaching out with his other hand, wrapping it around the base of Ojiro's arousal and stroking slowly.]

No, this is fine--

[The words are breathy, murmured as he leans in close, swiping his tongue over the head of his cock, tasting him--well, not for the first time, he's positive about that. After a second of consideration, he licks his lips, then parts them, taking the other boy into his mouth, working his way down steadily.]

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