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His mother has good days and bad days.

On the good days, she's sweet and kind. She greets him with a hand on his cheek and a smile, she asks him how his classes are going, she remembers the friends he mentions and teases him about being popular with the girls. They go for long walks in the facility grounds and she tells him about the plants she's growing in the little space they've let her have, and he ends the visit with a hug, her thin, fragile form in his careful arms, and he wonders at how much smaller than him she is already. On the good days, he leaves with hope and renewed determination to become the best he can be, to show his father that number two isn't just second place and it's a place and a life to be proud of.

This was not a good day.

This was the kind of day where he opened her door and she looked at him for that first second with fear and hatred and sorrow, where her eyes lingered on his left side too long, no matter how much he tried to keep her on his right. This was the kind of day where every response was distracted and her voice too high-pitched and her laughter sharp and strained. This was the day that, when he reached out to stop her from walking in front of a speeding golf cart full of groundskeepers, she flinched from his touch and slapped him across the face.

She'd apologized, horror on her face and heartbreak in her voice, and he'd said it was fine, and he loved her, but he left soon after, hurrying back towards the school dorms where he could just...shut himself away. It was still early on Sunday. Everyone would still be out, or training, and he could have time to put himself back together. His right cheek is still burning from her slap, stinging and red and almost bruised, and it aches with a pain sharper and more real than the phantom ache of his scarred left side. It's a strange feeling. Normally that side doesn't feel hot. Everything is backwards. Everything is backwards, and his chest is tight, and he can feel the tears trying to burn at his eyes, but it's fine, he's almost there--

--and then he rounds the corner of the stairs heading up towards the fourth floor, and almost runs straight into Midoriya, coming down. Todoroki's eyes are wide, almost glassy, and his heart is racing, and it's only a second before he looks away, not quite flinching but all but vibrating with tension.

"...Sorry. I didn't see you there."

His voice is rough, strained, just as tight as his shoulders, and he waits for Midoriya to keep on going, to be tactful or distracted or whatever it is he needs to be, so he can finally make it up that last flight to his own floor and the safety of his room.

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For a brief, heartstopping moment, Shouto's worried he's asked something weird, done something wrong, as Izuku extracts himself from their tangle and sits up. It's surprisingly cold when the other boy isn't pressed against his chest, and he looks up at Izuku questioningly at that half of a sentence before he realizes what's happening. Ah. Well, that does make things easier, doesn't it? His eyes wander over Izuku's torso, surprisingly muscular for his size. Sure, he's seen the other boy without a shirt before, and he'd maybe lingered a little on the thought afterwards, but it's different in this context. Different, because now he's getting to touch as well.

It's easier for his hand to wander up the planes of Izuku's back as he returns to his previous position, tucked in against Shouto's chest, and those gentle kisses are nice but nothing compared to the feeling of teeth scraping against his skin, setting his nerve endings alight and coaxing another one of those noises from his throat. He can feel the suction, and almost dreamily he thinks he's definitely going to have a mark there after, and the thought of that is much nicer than he'd expected. The feeling of all of this is so much better, and as Izuku hooks a leg behind Shouto's, his own leg slides a little further between Izuku's, tangling their legs further, pressing them closer together.

"Mmm, that feels...really good," he murmurs, a faintly breathless sound in his voice as he buries a hand in Izuku's hair. He wonders if he shouldn't take his own shirt off, too, if Izuku is tugging on his collar like that. It might make it easier, and the idea of being able to feel him like that, warm skin against his own, is incredibly tempting.

He'd never ask-- it should be Shouto's decision to become any degree of undressed, as far as Izuku is concerned. At least for now, while everything is still so new and uncertain for them both, he thinks. He moves away from his collarbone after a solid few seconds, and watches in realtime as a bruise blooms on his skin, and the flush to his face darkens with it because he'd done that. He was suddenly concerned with its placement, just a moment too late-- what if someone else saw? It was pretty obvious what it was, looking at it, and they were all teenagers so someone was bound to call him out on it...

His ears burned, the tone of Shouto's voice heading directly south, and he buries his face against his neck.

"'m glad," he mumbles, shy again for a moment. "Um, I don't... wanna make this weird or anything, but, it... feels like worth mentioning that much more of this handsy stuff is probably gonna lead to uh... Problems," Descriptive, Izuku. Why don't you just tell him you're easily wandering down the road to bonertown.

He doesn't particularly want Izuku to pull away, but the way the other boy remains fixated on that faintly throbbing spot on his neck is compelling in its own way, and Shouto's half-lidded eyes are watching in turn as that flush spreads over Izuku's face. Is there a mark left on his neck, now? Part of him wants to see, but he definitely doesn't want to move in order to go find a mirror. Maybe later. Later, he'll look at himself in a mirror, at that mark and maybe others (does he want there to be others? He thinks he does) and marvel at the things they did. Together.

"It's fine," he murmurs briefly, as that look of concern flashes over Izuku's face, the other boy shooting forward and burying his face in his neck again. "I don't mind if there's a mark." And no one else has to know where it came from. It's theirs. It doesn't belong to anyone else. Not that he's ashamed of Izuku, of feeling like this, but...it's all still new, and he knows that Izuku isn't exactly a fan of personal attention. Neither is he, honestly, even if it bothers him less. So, if that's what Izuku is worried about, it's fine.

Maybe it's not all he's worried about, though, and for a moment again Shouto is confused. Weird...? Problems?? What--

--oh.

He can't quite help the faint huff of laughter into Izuku's hair as his arms tighten around the other boy, hugging him close. "I think it'd be weirder if that wasn't a problem, honestly, Midoriya," he says, a rare display of something almost like humor as he nuzzles close to Izuku's ear, cheek against his temple. The words are a little slow after that, as he carefully navigates something he doesn't have the words for, exactly, but he doesn't sound at all upset. "It's not a problem at all, to me. But, if you want to stop, we can." He isn't at all inclined to stop, otherwise--in fact, if anything there's a part of him that's curious, that wonders if he really could get that kind of reaction out of Izuku. He's definitely inclined to try.

How had he done that? Read him well enough that he knew he was worrying about the mark? Todoroki Shouto was an enigma, and Izuku was finding he didn't mind so much being read like a book. The sound of that laughter sets his nerves on fire while soothing him at the same time, a bizarre oxymoronic sensation, and he just hums softly against his chest, daring to peer upward.

He almost regrets it, because the look on Shouto's face is almost enough to send him into cardiac arrest. He wheezes a quiet breath, puffing one cheek out and letting his lips make a sort of raspberry sound as he exhales, closing his eyes.

"...I don't," he says again, and it's still the one thing he says with confidence. "But I don't know how... far, you're thinking about going. I don't really have... anything you're supposed to for any of this." Listen, he's researched everything, mostly out of curiosity about sex itself than specific interest in any one particular male classmate.

In fairness, Izuku does wear quite a bit of what he's thinking on his face, and there's not a lot of other things he could be staring at, especially in this context. It's not exactly like he's reading his mind, just making an educated guess. After all, with all of Izuku's face-clutching and shy stammering, he was bound to be at least a little flustered by leaving a mark on Shouto's neck, and they do have some very curious classmates with few to no personal boundaries.

But it's fine. There's still that soft look in his eyes as he looks down at Izuku thoughtfully, listening to what he has to say and taking it seriously. "Mm, I don't think I'm ready for something like that, just yet," he says after a moment, fingers idly exploring the base of Izuku's neck, fingertips wandering over his shoulders and tracing the dip of his spine. Honestly, he's still figuring this out. Sex isn't on the table just yet. But...

"But...there are other things besides that," he finishes, and now there's something contemplative in the way he's looking at Izuku, licking his lips almost absently. "Different things we could do. If we feel like it." If they get to making out more, and the inevitable happens, well. There's a lot of different things you can do for a problem like that, he thinks. And Izuku had mentioned messing up his good hand. Seems like the kind of problem he might have a solution for, and he'd be lying if he said the idea was entirely unappealing.

"You're being kinda vague," he says, frowning and with the faintest of pouts to his features. He has no real idea what Shouto is getting at-- something, but not something like that, so... What, exactly? Did 'something like that' clear all things of a sexual nature from the table? Was the hickey he just gave him considered sexual? Had he already overstepped a boundary? Was--

--please stop him, Shouto, he's muttering.

Kind of vague? He'd thought...okay, well. It was kind of vague. But then, he'd been trying to at least be semi-delicate about the matter, to try and keep Izuku from bursting into flames faster than if he'd used his quirk. Still, here Izuku was, about to do That Thing, and if Shouto can head that off at the pass, he will.

Still, that doesn't mean he's not also going to flush, even if he's going to just go right out and say it, too.

"Just because I'm not ready to have sex yet doesn't mean I'm not willing to use my hands. Or to try using my mouth."

Hopefully that's clear enough???

Point made, loud and clear. To the point that it halts Izuku's muttering wholesale and he squeaks, staring very pointedly at the collar of Shouto's shirt for a long moment. Okay, so... Hands. Or mouths?? Holy shit he was already talking about mouths?? He had only just discovered Shouto's mouth with his own mouth, the only other things to be done with mouths were so, so much more intense and if Shouto just heard him make a quiet, embarrassingly pleased little whimper, he was absolutely not imagining things.

"O-okay, that's... Certainly more to the point, yeah," he wheezes, raising his eyes to look up at him again. His whole face has blown scarlet and he opens his mouth, closes it, and then cranes himself upward again to carefully kiss the very center of Shouto's lips. "...hands, or mouths, are probably a good place to start. Sorry, I didn't mean to... suggest we go all-in right away. I just don't... Have anything prepared for any...anythings. Hands or mouths or whatevers."

Well, that had gotten him to stop his muttering thing. But it also seems to have stopped half of his mental processes while he was at it, given that squeak. Whoops.

The sound that follows it, however...yeah, he definitely, definitely needs to hear that sound again. That pleased little whimper runs right through him, a shiver of heat right on down the base of his spine where it blooms, and he thinks very briefly that Izuku's not the only one that's going to have a 'problem' here.

He holds still as Izuku leans up, placing that very exact kiss on his mouth, and his own lips press back just the slightest amount, waiting for the rest of his response. The part that comes with words. "Don't have to be sorry," he says, and he leans in slightly, bumping Izuku's nose with his own, a clumsy gesture imitating Izuku's earlier one. "We both kind of tend to rush in headfirst most of the time. But I think it's probably a good idea to take our time with this one."

That nose bump is followed by a kiss, and then by another, slightly longer, and Shouto's eyes are still half-closed when he pulls back to look at Izuku again, his cheeks still faintly pink from exertion as well as the words. "I don't think you really need anything extra for hands. At least nothing we don't already have?" Not that he's saying they have to, just. If it happens.

Although 'if' is quickly becoming a 'when,' isn't it?

"...I guess we'll have to do some research." He may be smiling just a little when he says that one, a tiny smile before he leans in to kiss Izuku much more intently, this time not at all shy about slotting their legs together, his thigh slipping between Izuku's as he leans in to the embrace.

God but he could kiss Shouto all day. His eyes crinkle at the corners with a smile, and he offers something of a nuzzle with their noses, humming in agreement because he's not sure he could put together a coherent sentence. That second kiss absolutely whisks away the ability from him, and he's red to his shoulders when Shouto draws away, a dazed look on his face.

"Hands and things to put them on, think we've both got that covered," he almost slurs, opening his mouth as Shouto moves forward to him, and when his leg slots between his Izuku hooks a knee around the back of his classmate's, using the leverage to curve his hips inward against his thigh. It's... a lot of contact, very suddenly, and he doesn't break the kiss but he does most certainly gasp into it, soon after offering another one of those little whimpers Shouto seems to have enjoyed so much.

That feeling is definitely very, very mutual. He's quickly deciding that kissing Izuku is possibly his favorite hobby, and he's even considering foregoing more naps in the future to make room for it. Then again, maybe they can have both. The nap was nice, too, and between the nap and now this he's quickly finding he's got no room left to be upset. There were good days and bad days with his mom. There would be good days again.

Not that he's thinking about that in the slightest, anymore, and maybe that's partially the point. Everything about this leaves nothing in his mind for anything but Izuku: Izuku and the touch of his lips, the taste of him lingering in Shouto's mouth, the almost glazed look in his eyes when the kiss breaks. That little sound he makes all over again when he arches his hips into Shouto's thigh, the friction incredibly pleasant and enough to pull an answering sound from Shouto himself as he responds in kind, bracing his leg with an ankle on the back of Izuku's calf.

It is a lot of contact, but it's a lot of very good contact, and the noise he makes is almost needy, as his lips part again and--there's just the tiniest flicker of a tongue along Izuku's lower lip. He wanted to taste him, that's all, and it seems like a good idea, with that heated body pressed against his own, hand carding through Izuku's hair and fingers bunching in the dense strands. "Mmn--yeah, we've...definitely got it covered," he echoes briefly, before leaning in to kiss him again, and again after that. Who needs stopping? Or breathing, really?

"Mmnh," he doesn't quite reach words, that time, both because his everything is tingling with the overwhelming feeling of Shouto against him in all respects and because one of those respects involves his lips against his own. This... vague sort of dry-humping thing they're making an attempt at is, if nothing else, making Izuku glad he's in loungewear and not something more constricting, but he keeps finding himself trying to hook his legs with better purchase and put more friction between them than he can figure out how to. There's only so much to be done with tangled limbs, and eventually he gets slightly frustrated, breaking the seal between their lips to gasp for a moment and shift around.

"Let me... mmn." He leans away, but not far, bracing his hands on Shouto's shoulders and shifting against him. He winds up accidentally hitting just the right angle to more than figuratively bump uglies, and he yelps, but it's a good sound. "...not, not what I had in mind, but still okay, that's fine. Is that fine?"

It's true. The tangled limbs are nice, but it's difficult to get any kind of real friction. Plenty of stimulation, and there's definitely no hiding the fact that his body's starting to be as interested in the proceedings as the rest of him, but it's not quite enough, even if it is enjoyable. Although he's not really sure how to improve the leverage, the bed is kind of soft, and he doesn't want to stop kissing Izuku long enough to figure out something else.

Eventually, it's Izuku who breaks the kiss--of course, because where there's a problem there's a frankly brilliant boy trying to figure out a solution--and the solution he comes up with is...

...Well, it's enough to pull a sound from Shouto that's very, very close to a breathy moan, albeit one that's abruptly muffled by the way he bites his lip, eyes briefly closing before he reopens them, trying to focus again on Izuku. "That's...pretty fine, yeah," he answers, and it's definitely clear that he doesn't mind trying that again. Even if it does mean that Izuku's mouth is out of kissing range for a moment.

The combination of that sound, choked off as it was, and Shouto biting his lip as he had flips a startled switch somewhere in Izuku's brain, and his mouth falls open slightly as he near-immediately rolls his hips forward in the same motion as before. Okay, that sound and that unbelievably pleasant visual of him biting his lip to keep quieter were definitely things he wanted more of. He licks his lower lip, shifting against him and struggling to keep his breathing steady, but his eyes are entirely focused on Shouto's face.

"Pretty fine," he repeats, shifting his hands to take a gentle grip on Shouto's hips to keep him still as he rolls his own forward again. Surprisingly, he makes no sound, but his eyelids droop and his eyes roll slightly backward. "Pretty fine is nice. Don't, um." His ears burn scarlet and he closes his eyes for a moment, putting his head against Shouto's temple to avoid seeing his expression for a moment. "...let me hear you?" That came out a lot less confident than he wanted.

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A second roll of hips quickly follows the first, as Shouto is still tingling from the feeling of Izuku pressed against him like that, and he makes another of those sounds deep in his throat, trying to keep quiet, his palm pressed against Izuku's lower back, urging him even closer. God, that feels...he doesn't even have words, just knows that he wants more.

Fortunately, Izuku seems to have the same idea, and those hands shift down from his shoulders to his hips as Shouto nods, vaguely mouthing his agreement as he tries to press forward into that touch. His breath catches in his throat at the sensation yet again, lightning down his spine and warmth spreading through his stomach, a series of shuddering gasps and a sound almost like a whimper. It's impossible for Izuku to miss just how turned on he is at this point, and when Izuku leans against his temple, Shouto leans into the touch not unlike a cat, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck.

Let me hear you, Izuku says finally, and it's maybe just a little bit of a shame that he can't see the look on Shouto's face when he does, the heat and the want in his eyes. If nothing else, he definitely can't miss the full-body shudder that runs through him, or the sound that is distinctly a whine as he almost instinctively arches again into Izuku's touch. Hear him? So he wants to hear those noises that Shouto can't help making? There's something faintly embarrassing about it, and yet at the same time it's such an incredible rush, he doesn't want to hold back.

Although, there's still a practical concern, maybe one of the last:

"...Is Mineta still out with everyone, too?"

Aoyama he doesn't care about, but Mineta was the kind of person who'd listen in on his neighbors, and he'd never let either of them forget it.

Probably a good thing that they're both in similar boats, there, then-- neither of them really has a reason to be embarrassed by the state of their arousal being that it's mutual. And isn't that how this is supposed to go, really? Izuku's reasonably sure they're both supposed to be in approximately the degree of not wanting to be wearing pants he is rapidly approaching, right then.

Hearing Shouto though-- those little gasps, the half-whimper, it makes it Izuku's turn to bite his lip to avoid making a terribly lewd sound, though biting his lip doesn't do a damn thing to mask the way he strains in his shorts directly against his classmate. They were really going for this, at this point, and there's a lot to be said about the force of libido in an extremely energetic sixteen year old. He exhales harshly, the tail end of it a definite groan at Shouto's lips against his neck-- Shouto was the only person that had really touched him there, probably ever, and absolutely in such an intimate way. He puts his mouth at the join of Shouto's neck and shoulder again, breathing through his nose to keep quiet while the other digests his request, and unconsciously sucks at his skin a little. So, now there are probably two marks Izuku has left on him, and they haven't even gotten to the good part. When he responds with sound and motion, Izuku doesn't bother to guard his own sound, though the sound is quiet, from him.

He sits up to give him a crooked smile at the question, nodding. "He wasn't there when I left and ran into you, at least," he breathes, and his voice is something of a wreck, quiet and caught in his throat like gravel. He shifts, carefully, reaching out to set a hand against Shouto's face. "...you okay?"

Shouto's pretty sure that's how it's supposed to go, too. They're in this together, after all, aren't they? There's nothing really to be embarrassed about. He's been comfortable around Izuku for a while now, and finally realizing the depths of his own feelings--realizing those feelings are returned--there's nothing at all embarrassing about that. Not to mention the kind of relief that comes from knowing they both have the same level of experience. This is new, and exciting, and there's no one he'd rather be doing this with.

He's still thinking that as his lips against Izuku's neck gain him a sound of his own, and as Izuku leaves another mark on his neck, and as the other boy sits up, smiling at him like that, his voice rough. No one else would do that. No one else would touch his cheek like that, and he doesn't hesitate before reaching up and catching it with his own, pulling it towards his mouth where his lips can press a tender kiss to his palm. "Better than okay," he murmurs back, lips against Izuku's skin, watching the other with a soft light in his eyes. "So much better." His lips move a little lower, finding Izuku's wrist, as he considers the other boy and his answer. If Mineta isn't there...

"Come here," he says finally, tugging lightly on Izuku's wrist before letting go as he rolls over onto his back, hand dropping to Izuku's thigh, urging his leg over Shouto. The kind of grinding they've been doing is difficult when they're on their sides, but maybe this will work a little better. This way, both their hands are free, and he can really feel all of Izuku, pressed against him.

On the contrary, Izuku is pretty sure there's everything to be embarrassed about, seeing as they're laying on his bed rubbing their half-hard dicks together through their clothes. It's not that he doesn't trust Shouto-- he's one of maybe five people in the world he trusts implicitly, in fact --it's just... Well, they're rubbing their half-hard dicks together. It's a little embarrassing! But maybe less so because they're both so new and confused. It's a learning experience. Lord knows Izuku loves those.

He sucks in a sharp breath when Shouto takes to mouthing his palm, and then along to his wrist, because it's... so intimate in a way he's stunned by, because it's not even sexual it's just sweet and overwhelmingly gentle, and the look on his face is surely going to make Izuku's heart explode. He blinks several times in rapid succession to keep from getting emotional about it, because they don't need his waterworks right now, not even a little bit. He sniffs carefully, and then makes a confused, wordless sound when Shouto shifts, and-- suddenly, he's sitting on Shouto and he's laying back against his mattress and there's a distinct moment of horror as he realizes they're getting frisky on top of his All Might bedspread.

But it's fine, and the panic only lasts for a second, quickly replaced by warmth that starts in his chest and travels pretty rapidly south at the overall view of Shouto... Well, below him in this particular way. He's startled by how much he likes that, actually, because he's never really considered himself a particularly dominating guy, but here he is, absolutely getting less comfortable in his shorts over straddling Todoroki Shouto's hips and the specific way his hair fans out when he's laid back like that. Ooh, boy but he's in so much trouble.

He bites his lip, squirming for a moment and feeling out the new position, and then he grins, the expression startlingly bashful from the way he hunches his shoulders up and his ears go red. He's still biting his lip, which probably doesn't help, but he's also very specifically rolling his hips against Shouto's before he can really react to his accidentally coy expression. He can't help the sound it draws out of him, either, and he lays one hand over Shouto's against his thigh, twining their fingers.

Well, okay, maybe there's that. But it's definitely hard to stay embarrassed for long, when it feels so nice and when he's got Izuku up there, looking down at him with that look on his face. Sure, he looks startled for a moment--almost panicked--but then he bites his lip and looks down at Shouto, shifting around on top of him, and he grins, and Shouto can feel his heart try to leap straight out of his chest at that expression on his face. This position...well, he's definitely not going to think of it as a mistake, especially not with the pleasant weight of Izuku on top of him, and just how much he likes seeing him from this angle, smiling down at him like that, but it's definitely dangerous. Especially if he's going to be going back to his own room wearing his own pants.

He's about to ask Izuku if everything is okay, what exactly he's thinking, and gets about as far as opening his mouth before Izuku is very deliberately rolling his hips forward like that and every single word just vanishes in favor of a breathy moan, fingers closing around Izuku's thigh as he arches up into the touch. It isn't until he feels fingers sliding over his own that he relinquishes his grip in favor of lacing their fingers together, lifting his other hand to his forehead to shove his hair back out of his face. Normally, he prefers the bangs covering his scar, but in this case, well. He'd much rather be able to see Izuku clearly, especially if he's making sounds like that.

"That feels--" is about all Shouto manages before he's shifting again, experimentally rolling his own hips upwards against Izuku in turn, breath catching and holding in his throat as he lowers his other hand back to Izuku's leg, thumb sliding over his inner thigh and under the hem of his shorts. He's so warm, all over, and Shouto just wants to keep touching him. Although another kiss would be nice, too...but really, this is good. This is very, very good.

Don't worry about your pants, Shouto, Izuku will loan you something if laundry becomes necessary. Which... With the way things are going, laundry is absolutely going to become necessary. His own breath catches at the response from Shouto, and specifically his wandering thumb finding its way under the hem of his shorts, and he bites his lower lip again.

"--yeah?" He makes it a question more than a statement, because he's still pretty sure they're both on the same page of enjoying what they're feeling, but he's still just uncertain enough to want the affirmation. "Um, should... our clothes," He can't, however, quite manage to entirely put together the concept of it probably being a good idea for them to both at least get to their skivvies. It doesn't stop him from continuing to roll his hips, idly falling into some form of rhythm with the motion as Shouto meets him partway for it.

After a second roll of his hips like that, though, he curls his fingers a little tighter around Shouto's and folds in half, bowing over him to seek and find his mouth again, rendering both of them at a loss to figure out the predicament of their pants-- at least verbally. Maybe he's read Shouto's mind a little, there, going for that kiss, but he only actually manages a sort of sloppy half-gesture before he just hovers there, breathing.

"Mm-hm," he manages, a sound of affirmation, although to which part he isn't quite sure. To how it feels, or to the concept of less clothes. Less clothes would mean more feeling, more contact with the frankly gorgeous boy on top of him, and he definitely isn't opposed to that. The only problem is getting rid of more clothing involves stopping this long enough to shed them, and he's not sure he wants that at all. The rhythm they've fallen into is nice, and when Izuku leans forward to kiss him, Shouto is right there to meet it eagerly, lifting a hand and tracing the line of his jaw, fingers sliding back into his hair and holding him close as he rolls his hips upwards again into that touch with a quiet whimper.

"...Hang on--"

Pants might be a little difficult from this angle, but he can at least get rid of his shirt here. Extracting his hand from Izuku's, Shouto reaches down and peels off his own, leaving them both bare from the waist up and his hair slightly mussed. Taking a moment to breathe, he looks up at the other boy, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide. His hand drops again to Izuku's thigh, and this time his thumb deliberately skims higher on his thigh under those shorts.

"Do you want...?" He's not sure how much is too much, how far is too far, but he definitely wouldn't mind more.

He's the one that started the idea of-- well, most of this, probably? But particularly shedding their clothes, having taken off his shirt and suggested it, and yet as Shouto peels his way out of his shirt Izuku can't quite figure out how to return air to his lungs. His hands reach out and splay gently against Shouto's ribs the moment he's still again, shifting and exploring with warm fingertips, entirely entranced by the boy's skin. It's not like they've never seen each other shirtless-- or even naked, for that matter. He can't conjure a time he's actively looked prior to now, even if he's absolutely thought about it, but the last few hours have proven to teach them both a lot about themselves and each other. He's biting his lip again, not realizing he's doing it, letting his hands slide upward until they find his shoulders, then his neck, and he's folding forward again to thread his fingers into his hair.

"...this is probaby weird to say, but you're really pretty." He says it without wholly meaning to, and his tone is a little slurred-- he's absolutely high on the drug that is teenage libido and discovering how attracted he is to one of his best friends. He cranes his neck forward to kiss along his jawline as Shouto's thumb skates higher under the leg of his shorts, and he shimmies just enough to let him move farther still. "...'s okay, do what you want." Because he certainly is, just going to town smearing sloppy little kisses all along his jawline and down his neck, scooting along until he gets back to his collarbone, now exposed freely.

He might not have looked actively before now, but going forward it's going to be incredibly difficult to not. Especially now that he's seen as much as he has, felt it under his hands and his mouth. It's definitely going to make things like bathing and certain kinds of training a little awkward. And yet, he definitely wouldn't trade it for anything. Not with the way Izuku is touching him, all reverence and careful exploration, and something in his heart twists and lurches with the way the other boy says those words.

"It's not that weird," he answers, voice breathy and distracted, the ghost of a laugh in the words. "Thanks, I think. So are you--" Maybe he should use different words, he's not sure pretty is the right one for what he thinks about Izuku, but it's hard to think about anything involving words when Izuku is doing that to his neck, and whatever words he's trying to use simply dissolve into a pleased hum as he tilts his head back, rolling his hips and sliding one hand up the back of Izuku's thigh. The other finds the back of the other boy's neck, fingers threading into his hair, and it seems like he does have at least a few words left, after all. "I just want you," he breathes, an echo of Izuku's earlier words. Maybe they should lose the rest of their clothing, but for the moment he doesn't want to lose this closeness.

Izuku manages a strangled little grunt of a sound, burying his face against Shouto's skin and staying there for a moment, laughing in a thin, breathless sort of way. He sits up as much as he can with Shouto's hand on his neck, making a face at him.

"You can't just say stuff like that, jeez..." He puts a hand along his jawline, smudging his thumb across his face. "Um, could..." He bites his lower lip, squirming slightly, and pauses his train of thought enough to make a startled little gasp of a sound and glance at Shouto's hand against the back of his thigh. It's... nice. It's nice, but it's overwhelming, and there's a consistent thought going through his head through it all. "Would it be okay if I called you Shouto? Just-- ...just now, for this. It feels weird to use your family name."

Is he laughing? Shouto makes a faintly quizzical sound, and the look on his face is equally confused when Midoriya pulls back enough to make that face at him. "Why not? It's true," he answers, and while he's a little flushed from their...activity, he's not at all embarrassed about it. Or, well. At least not outwardly embarrassed. Internally, he's maybe a little uncertain. Did he do something wrong? Should he not be touching Izuku there? His hand retreats a little lower, closer to Izuku's knee, while he waits to figure out what he should do next, a kind of stillness that might belie his inner uncertainty.

What comes next isn't a stop or a no, though. Instead, it's something that's so incredibly normal, so easy that he doesn't even have to think about it. Honestly, he's maybe a little surprised that Izuku felt like he needed to ask, and that shows, too. "Of course you can," he answers, no hesitation at all. "You can use my name anyway. I don't mind." Of course, maybe it's a bigger deal for him, and Shouto tilts his head slightly, hair falling over one side of his face as he looks up at Izuku, that hand on the back of his neck shifting to cup his cheek, thumb gently tracing the shape of his lower lip.

"Then...can I call you Izuku?"

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