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Already, Midoriya's gone over him and tried to determine just what he can do, what he needs to do to help. For the moment, he's pretty sure that it's as simple as standing here, letting Todoroki rest a moment, reacclimating himself to their home. The hands at Todoroki's waist slide up his spine, both folding over the lines of his shoulderblades to hold securely there a moment so it's a proper hug not just Midoriya holding him.

"Normal, mostly. Kacchan and I ran into each other on assignment and it only took two or three times to convince him how to handle the villain which is better than my average. I had lunch with mom a couple times. I have some paperwork to fill out, but it's not due until tomorrow." The hands on Todoroki's back start their slow movements again, drawing up and then sliding down, long slow strokes. He didn't miss that tension, that tightness to Todoroki that comes with prolonged contact with Endeavor but addressing it won't help nor will reminding him. Instead, Midoriya presses a kiss against the bare skin where he can reach Todoroki's throat. "Time compression quirk, huh. Did you at least get to climb the rock wall? "

There shouldn't be anything in the suitcase that he needs right away which means that Midoriya can press his fingers against the small of Todoroki's back and tug him into the entryway a few more steps. Finally looking up, Midoriya rises to the tips of his toes to steal a quick kiss. "Nap, shower or food first?"

"Only two or three tries, huh? That's pretty good, considering. He must have been in a good mood."

It is that simple, especially with Midoriya. Here in his arms, Todoroki doesn't have to be anyone else. He doesn't have to be a hero, he doesn't have to be Endeavor's son, he doesn't have to be the hot new up-and-comer everyone's watching. He can just be Shoto. Every moment they stand there, he feels a little more settled in his skin. It helps that he doesn't have to talk about it, either. Midoriya already knows, and he understands.

Those hands stroking his back draw a hum of contentment from Todoroki's throat, fingers carding through Midoriya's hair as he presses a kiss to the top of his head. "Yeah, I did," he answers, half-distracted by the lips on his throat, those fingers pressing into the small of his back coaxing him forward. He doesn't take much encouragement, honestly; he'll follow wherever Midoriya leads. "It was actually a lot of fun. You use a lot of muscle groups you're not used to, at least I did. We should find a wall sometime, do it together."

The answer to that last question can wait a moment, though. The quick stolen kiss is sweet, but he wants just a little more. Leaning in, Todoroki kisses him again, one hand under his lover's chin gently tugging him inward and upward. Only after that lingering embrace ends does he answer, a small smile finally softening his expression. "Nap, I think. I'm pretty jetlagged. Maybe in that order. Come lay down with me?"

Midoriya hums his amusement into the curve of Todoroki's throat, not agreeing but also not disagreeing because he doesn't need to. Bakugou's a constant in their lives and Midoriya doesn't regret that but they also both know him. He's grown up, but age has mellowed him out only the tiniest bit.

"New, fun ways to be sore, huh?" Teasing gently, Midoriya keeps ushering him backwards; despite Todoroki being taller it's easy when he knows their apartment like the back of his hand. Two steps left, then Midoriya's hand presses itself to the back of a thigh just shy of indecent, turning him into the bedroom on the tail end of a kiss that makes his toes curl. It's been way too long if that's all it takes, he thinks with a barely audible laugh under his breath at his own absurdity. Todoroki's hand against his jaw is terribly gentle and it takes nothing to tilt his head just so he can press a kiss to his palm, too.

Pillowroki is no more but laid out on Midoriya's side of the bed are Todoroki's pajamas, which he doesn't even bother to look ashamed at borrowing while he was gone. If anything, the idea of a plan of attack gets him moving because the sooner problems are solved the sooner he gets to laze in bed with his boyfriend. "I'll grab anything you need. Water, phone, charger?"

Truthfully, Todoroki doesn't mind that constant, either. While he and Bakugou may not have gotten along at first--while they still might bicker and grate on each other's nerves--there's an understanding between them now. He gets the thing that drives Bakugou, even if he doesn't always agree with how he shows it. He's one of the few Todoroki counts as a friend, even if the thought makes some people confused.

"Yeah, you could say that," he says, and there's the hint of teasing in his voice in reply as he follows the lead of Midoriya's clever hands urging him into the bedroom. "Although I think we could come up with some others, if we really put our minds to it." Maybe it has been way too long. He's missed Midoriya, missed the way he fits in his arms, missed the way he leans into his kisses, missed the cute way he kisses Todoroki's palm, a gesture that brings a smile to his face as he brushes a thumb against Izuku's lower lip.

He doesn't mind the sight of his pajamas on Midoriya's side of the bed. Like he'd mentioned the other day, he likes the idea of his partner wearing his clothes, and the reminder makes him feel warm as he tugs him just a little closer before loosening his embrace, lowering his hands to his waist to tug the hem of his shirt upward. "Just you," he answers with a shake of his head. "I'm supposed to at least have the rest of the day off to recover." His phone is deposited on the small table next to their bed, hands returning back to Midoriya between every gesture. He can't quite seem to stop, but that's probably okay, right?

"I want to try," Midoriya assures him because not wanting to try something new hasn't ever been one of his issues. It's not even that dangerous in the grand scheme of things that Midoriya's tried because someone has suggested it to him. So. Rock climbing. It shouldn't be hard to find a location for it, but more than that, if they're not able to find something then at worst, they can ask Cementoss to do it. Hopefully they've built up enough goodwill at this point that they can borrow his time even briefly.

They can't get into pajamas if they're both all over each other which means slowly he drops his hands down out of the way and strips out of what he'd been wearing while eyeing Todoroki tugging at the hem of his shirt. There's no race, of course, but it's been ages since he looked and just a glimpse of skin between the waistband and his shirt is enough, really, which... yeah, he's not sure if that's weird, or sweet, or some mix of both.

Of course it's a one-two hit; a slide of a thumb over his bottom lip and the casualness that Todoroki says just you like it's the easiest thing in the world. Midoriya's heart thuds fiercely in his chest, his cheeks hot as he determinedly focuses on the tasks at hand rather than getting flustered. He shucks his pants instead and shoves himself into an oversized tshirt and shorts, already reaching back out to him in turn, walking fingers up the line of Todoroki's arm while he sits on the edge of the bed. "Laying around with you sounds great."

Edited 2019-03-28 04:02 (UTC)

"Then we will. Later. After a nap," he says, reaching for one of Midoriya's hands to brush a kiss over those scarred knuckles before returning to the task at hand. A nap, and then anything will seem possible after he's reaffirmed this. They should be able to find a place, though Cementoss wouldn't be a bad idea if they can't. He might find the challenge interesting.

But for now, there's something else he's finding interesting, and that's the blush that spreads over Midoriya's face as he changes, sneaking glances at Todoroki. It's cute, is what it is. Not weird, just incredibly sweet, and incredibly him. And Todoroki returns those glances as he changes, too, maybe rushing a little less than his partner now that he knows he's looking. First the shirt, pulled over his head with a stretch, then his pants, slid over narrow, muscular hips. He can probably be forgiven for enjoying the way Midoriya looks at him, especially after so much time away.

He takes a little more time pulling pajama pants back on, then tugs his sleep shirt over his head, moving to stand in front of Midoriya at the edge of the bed. "Honestly, it's the part I've been looking forward to the most," he admits, and the words are just as easy as the last. He makes them easy. "Just you and me." Reaching out, he cards fingers through the hair over his lover's ear, tugging his head gently forward to place another of those kisses at the top where all those curls spiral outward.

It's not fair, really, that Todoroki is so attractive. "Furiously hot" Kamiari had joked at one point and Midoriya hadn't realized he was talking about quirks when he'd breathlessly agreed yeah.

"I can't believe this is allowed," Midoriya says but is smiling too large for it to be an actual complaint (not that he'd ever complain about getting to look at his boyfriend). Once Todoroki realizes that he's watching and slows, Midoriya drinks in the sight of it even while his cheeks are on fire. "Wow."

Leaning into the touch like an over-eager puppy, Midoriya dips forward until he can press his forehead against Todoroki's belly and winds both arms around his waist. His weight sags steady line in front of him and for a moment he just breathes, reminds himself Todoroki's home and everything is fine, grounding himself. Like he needs the reminder himself, out loud: "Okay, c'mon. Bed."

"Definitely allowed," he agrees, and he's smiling as he curls a little more around Midoriya. "Encouraged, even. I like it when you look at me, especially when you're smiling like that." He loves being able to know that that smile is on Midoriya's face because of him, that he's blushing because of him. It's not something he's ever going to get tired of. Just like he'll never get tired of the way his lover just melts into his arms.

"Bed," he agrees, and climbs in, tugging Midoriya with him as he falls to his side, pulling him in close and burying his face in his neck in a sudden display of affection. He's missed his partner so much, surely just a little of this is okay, right? His lips press briefly against that warm skin, fingers wrapped around Midoriya's waist. "Better?"

Truthfully, he'd look at Todoroki like that all the time if it weren't so obviously not a heroic look and far more a private one. Midoriya's all too pliant as he's herded into the bed, flopping down onto it a little gracelessly. It was one thing to know that he was tired but it was something else entirely to be on the bed with Todoroki, realizing that no night of sleep alone remotely compared to the simple contentment this brought. It's a good, big bed but the appeal isn't the size unless Todoroki's in it with him.

"Mmmmmnn, so much better," Midoriya agrees into the pillow, already letting himself relax into the blankets though it's only for a moment. He might have missed Todoroki fiercely but Todoroki was the one who had to deal with his father for such a long period of time along with the travel and the events. Both legs stretch out, toes pointed down and his spine pops audibly; he makes a low noise in the back of his throat that's raw contentment. The touch of lips against his skin is even better and while he's loath to lose it he does roll over mostly so he can insinuate himself against Todoroki even more neatly.

One muscled thigh slides between both of Todoroki's and he slings an equally muscled arm around his waist in turn, shamelessly sliding it up the back of his shirt to splay over the small of his back. "Better," Midoriya agrees, mouth pressed to Todoroki's throat, nosing the line of where his tshirt collar falls. Is it weird to miss someone's smell? Probably not, but it's probably pretty weird to say it. "I wanna ask you all about the trip but I know you're probably exhausted, so don't let me keep you up, alright?"

There is that. If he looked at Midoriya like he wanted to all the time, if he reached for his hand the way he wanted to, it wouldn't be very heroic. And the world doesn't need to have a piece of what they have. He's selfish, when it comes to Midoriya the man. The world can have the hero Deku, but here in this house it's just Shoto and Izuku, and he wouldn't share this for the world.

His lips smile against the back of Midoriya's neck at that noise, the way he stretches, and as Midoriya does that Todoroki places a series of kisses along the line of his spine, tenderly pressing his mouth against the knob at the base of Midoriya's neck. "Good," he answers softly, and there's plenty of satisfaction in his voice. This is where they both belong. Here, together.

The loss of warmth against his front only lasts for a moment, and he forgives it when his partner is pressed against his front, one leg between his and that hand sliding up his back against bare skin. Todoroki slides a hand over Midoriya's hip, thumb stroking that sliver of bare skin between shirt and shorts as his other arm shifts to pillow his head. This is definitely better. Midoriya fits against him like he was made to be there. "Not too much to tell," he answers, and his voice is more than a little distracted by those lips on his throat, his head tilting back just a little to allow Midoriya better access. "There were a bunch of lunch meetings, a bunch of dinners. CEOs and movie executives. Stuff I don't care about. Did get to speak to a hero class, though. That was pretty nice. Talking to kids who are right where we were, just a few years ago. I wouldn't mind doing that again."

Todoroki isn't using his quirk but that doesn't mean Midoriya doesn't feel each kiss hot against the nape of his neck, goosebumps rising on his skin in response. The bared throat in response makes his stomach flip, all pale skin he knows he could probably pretty safely mark up if he wanted to so there'd be a physical reminder of him coming home. Midoriya resists, but only barely, even if he allows himself a playful graze of teeth against the jut of his collarbone, nose pressing there for a moment while he listens to Todoroki speak.

"Maybe you could go through your father's agency itself rather than him and ask for more of those events?" Midoriya suggests, back arching in response to the brush of fingertips against the flash of skin between shorts and shirt. "I'm sure there's no shortage of them that could get arranged and then you wouldn't have to do as many with him. I don't think he'd want to really do them and it'd be easy to get our agencies to collaborate on them."

Better still if they could line them up with some of Endeavor's events and position it as something beneficial to the agency rather than splitting the two of them up; if Endeavor can't disagree with it without looking like a jerk that's ideal. CEOs and movie executives are one thing but -

"Wait, movie executives?" Midoriya manages to pull himself away just enough to look up at him and then closes the distance between Todoroki's lips and his own just for good measure, kissing him gently. "Is that...more of a business development thing or is it they're looking at making a movie?"

He could definitely mark up Todoroki, if he wanted. The collar of his suit is high enough to hide any evidence when he's in costume, and honestly when he's not in costume, he doesn't care who sees them. It's a nice feeling, to belong to someone like that; to know that they love you so much they can't help but want to leave visible evidence of that love. Not to mention it just being a nice feeling in general, and Todoroki makes a small, pleased sound low in his throat at the feeling of teeth on his collarbone.

"That's not a bad idea," he says after a moment, his hand shifting upward, exploring more skin under Midoriya's shirt. It's his right hand, slightly cooler as everything on that side is, and his fingertips trail a cool line up his spine, tracing upwards and then back down, coaxing more of a response from his partner. "An inter-agency youth outreach program, maybe. The two of us traveling, talking to aspiring young heroes, helping them keep from making the same mistakes we did." There are so many ways they could have died before now, honestly, and every single one of them makes him grateful they've made it to this day, together. Always together.

He'd much rather focus on that kiss than his dad's movie aspirations, and so he lets that question linger for a long, long moment as his mouth moves slowly on Midoriya's, exploring, his tongue flickering briefly along his lower lip. Only after he finally has to break away to breathe does he answer, though the words are still distracted and he doesn't move far, nose brushing gently against Midoriya's as his hand continues its slow explorations. "Mm, not sure. They've been talking about a movie for years. Doubt it'll happen, he wants full creative control. This was probably just keeping the channels open. I won't know until later. Probably months from now. It's not a big deal. Just the same old nonsense. I've got more important things to think about." Like more of that kissing.

It is a good idea; he ought to text All Might and let him know, ask him if anything exists like this already that they're not aware of and could partner with or if it'd be something they ought to start on their own, but. Hm, moving. His phone is...somewhere, and it's not terribly important right at the moment. The text can wait.

"The others would want to get involved too, I think. Maybe not everyone but I know it's something the Team Idaten would want to get involved with too, and maybe a few others." Planning out things isn't quite the version of relaxing that Midoriya'd intended on but he certainly doesn't mind. This is a thousand times better than being furious at the way Endeavor treats Todoroki and having no outlet for it because he's not the Symbol of Peace in the way he needs to be just yet. Every step is a step forward to that goal, though, and it means the world that he knows Todoroki will be with him.

Arching into the line of Todoroki's body, Midoriya melts into the kiss, toes curling in his socks at the combination of that and the cool hand, letting the words wash over him for a few moments without responding. Todoroki's right; they both have better things to consider, like the way Todoroki's hair falls into his eyes, the way his expression goes softer when they're alone together like this, all those hard edges smoothed out. "Okay. No more talking about Endeavor," Midoriya murmurs and with some fumbled squirming he manages to bring one arm up and around so he can both use it as a pillow and fit it behind Todoroki's, carding through his hair gently. His tone is teasing, even if the words are heartfelt. "Important things to think about like how amazing you are, right?"

Honestly, he doesn't mind this kind of relaxing, either. He and Midoriya tangled together, gently brainstorming ideas for their future together. Sometimes it's planning a holiday gathering, sometimes it's a grocery list, sometimes it's things like this. He loves that his partner listens, that he shares his passion, adding his own boundless enthusiasm to anything, no matter how mundane. And it's a good idea.

"We can ask Iida later. Yaoyorozu would have a good idea how to get funding, too. And I'm sure All Night's worked with something like that before..." Todoroki's voice trails off lazily as he kisses Midoriya again, slow and sweet, that exploring hand sliding down over the curve of his hip to urge him in just a little closer. He is a little sleepy, thoughts warm and drifting as he curls closer to Midoriya, leg shifting against that thigh, but it's also impossible to completely ignore the feeling of that muscular body molded against his own.

Even the smile on his face is soft, eyes half-lidded as he places a gentle kiss on Midoriya's lips. "I like that much better," he answers, a whisper against his skin. "Thinking about how you make me feel. How happy I am to be home. How much I missed you."

"Home," Midoriya repeats with no small amount of pleasure at the meaning behind the word. Things might be difficult, or frustrating at times but they have each other and they have this, they have their home and they have each other. That alone means enough, means the world in the face of everything else. That, in conjunction with their friends, means they can do anything and the reminder is a welcome one. He makes a sleepy, pleased noise into the next kiss and shamelessly moves with the urging to push closer.

The thigh pushed between both of Todoroki's edges just a little higher, tangling their legs together and while it's impossible for his body not to react when they're both pressed with no space between them and they're kissing, there's also no urgency to it. They have all the time in the world and Midoriya's content to keep it here for the time being, sleepy exploration and affection. It's not a surprise to know Todoroki feels the same, of course, but hearing it still brings heat to his cheeks, makes his heart beat fiercely in his chest like it's all new every single time.

"Well, we don't have to worry about missing each other for a little while." The arm around Todoroki's waist shifts, hand sliding until it flattens against his back and can start tracing the line of his spine gently, blunt nails running over his skin. "And I may have pulled some strings to get our patrol times to line up for the next week just so we're on the same schedule for a bit."

Bakugou had bitched about it but the shift change was relatively minor and for all his bluster he wasn't nearly as pissed as he was acting. Especially when Midoriya had taken over extra shifts during the time Todoroki was gone.

Edited 2019-04-01 23:07 (UTC)

Home. As tricky as things can get sometimes, balancing being a hero with friends and family and a relationship, they have the home they've built together, and they make it work. They've been making it work, and Todoroki is more grateful for that than he can ever express to Midoriya. To have a home with the person he loves is something he never hoped he might have, and yet here they are. To him, any amount of hard work and effort is worth it.

This, at least, isn't work, and never has been. Midoriya's right; there's no sense of urgency to the warm threads of arousal curling through him, no need to rush when they can just take things slowly, one kiss, one caress at a time. Todoroki makes another of those soft noises in return as his hips shift into Midoriya's thigh, his back arching under the sensation of blunt fingernails like a cat. He loves that kind of touch, the lazy drag of nails against his skin, and it's both a turn-on and incredibly soothing. At Midoriya's words, though, his eyes open again, finding his partner's, a look of pleased surprise in that mismatched gaze.

"Really? I don't even want to know what you had to do to make that happen, but I'm glad. I've spent two weeks without you, I'd hate to come back to another week of opposite shifts." Not that he'd complain, of course he knows the importance of what they do, but after the last two weeks, a week of being on the same schedule as his partner means a lot. Enough that he curls a hand around Midoriya's thigh to hold him close as he leans in to kiss him again, wanting to show him just how grateful he is, how much he appreciates every moment of this.

"I took— I took, uh," Midoriya fumbles distractedly when they've finally broken the kiss to breathe, his lips tingling. He's grown into being the hero Deku; there's less worry about whether or not he's earned what he has right now, whether he's working hard enough. He hasn't grown out being easily distracted when he's not being Deku. Sometimes it's All Might's or his mother's praise, or when one of their friends (or Todoroki) compliments him. Sometimes it's moments like this: Todoroki well-kissed and happy with a side of rumpled and Midoriya hyper-aware that he wants a thousand more moments like this with him. I want to do this with Todoroki forever in a hero partner and actual partner way isn't a new revelation but it isn't one to be handled when Todoroki's jetlagged and requires way more planning. than shift adjustments.

"Sometimes you look at me and— I took extra training to be able to handle anything, you know! All Might said it'd help with the reporters and other situations and this isn't covered in 'other situations'. You just...look at me and say something like that and I— it's gone." The hand on Todoroki's back slides over the front of his chest instead, thumbing mindlessly over where the collar dips: the Midoriya brand of feeling so much he can't help express it verbally and physically. A breath, then he applies the same determination from when he's Deku to kiss, then explain how you pulled off what's always a bureaucratic nightmare or really good luck.

He's still distracted by the curve of Todoroki's mouth and the way his hair falls in his eyes, but it's manageable. "Those shifts were the worst. Kacchan agreed to help switch some hours, though, and I was able to move some other tasks around. I like...the idea of a few more nights like this, even if it's more 'making out, nap, shower, food.'"

He likes being able to do that to Midoriya. To make him lose his train of thought, go all flustered and blushing, so full of feeling that all he can do is blush and fumble and hurl himself into the moment. He loves it, honestly, like he loves everything else about Midoriya, like he loves every one of these moments. His partner might be pleasantly surprised about how closely their thoughts are following the same lines. Truthfully, ever since he took the internship with his father in their first year of school, he'd already known he'd wanted to be Midoriya's partner in a hero sense. And as their friendship grew, as he got to know the other young man, what began as admiration and respect became affection, and trust, and finally love. And now...well, as far as he's concerned, this is forever. He belongs with Izuku, as long as he'll have him, and he'll try every day to show him just how grateful he is to have him in his life.

He's smiling now at Midoriya's words, the way he has to summon all his focus to get the words out, lifting a hand to trace the lines of his face, to toy with one of the curls by his temple, winding it around his finger. "I know," he admits, voice soft and rather pleased with himself. "Sometimes I do it on purpose. Just because I love the way you look when you're trying to remember. Forgive me?" He takes Midoriya's hand in his, pressing a series of soft kisses to his knuckles, the back of his hand, lips soft and deliberate on his fingertips.

The thought of what Midoriya had to do--going to lengths to convince Bakugou, too, never an easy task--makes him just appreciate his partner all the more. "Sounds like you've been working harder than ever the last two weeks," he adds after a moment, still keeping Midoriya's hand against his mouth. "You probably need a nap, too. Although I think we're still in the 'making out' part of things. And I don't think I'm ready to stop doing that just yet." His lips curl in another smile against his partner's fingertips, mouth closing in a gentle kiss, tongue flickering against his skin. He did say he wanted a nap, but this is maybe even better. "What about you?" He'll stop if Midoriya says to, of course, but otherwise, well. As long as they're together, he doesn't want to not touch.

"On purpose, huh? You villain," Midoriya breathes, faux-Deku voice, fully over-dramatic. To be fair, he does the same things sometimes. There's an undeniable thrill that he gets from knowing what works Todoroki up and doing it, just for the reminder that they can wind each other up shamelessly. It's good. Great, even. "I suppose I can forgive you, though."

The hand at his temple gets a low hum, Midoriya's head tilting into the attention like an excited puppy enjoying attention but also so he can return the favor, pressing his lips to Todoroki's wrist when he moves and then settles back in. He might not have Todoroki's fire quirk but the feather-light kisses across his fingertips make him burn like he's lit up with it in the best way. It certainly doesn't do anything to vanquish the blush, either; Midoriya laughs helplessly and doesn't bother hiding his face like he wants to.

"We are still super in the make-out phase. I promise, if you fall asleep when we're doing that, though, I won't mind. One of us should probably set an alarm, though. Just in case, so we can get something to eat before it's too late. I think... well, there's stuff in the kitchen, so I can make something or we can order out." The fingers against Todoroki's face shift, cupping the line of his jaw gently, thumb stroking over the swell of his bottom lip and then he's leaning in for another kiss because it's impossible to have Todoroki in front of him like this and not want to kiss him stupid.

The dramatic words get a laugh from Todoroki, a delighted sound that's maybe surprising in its lightness. He's a pretty serious, intense person most of the time; it's just how he is, his nature as much as it is the way he was raised. Laughs like that aren't a common thing from him, but Midoriya makes it easy. "I'm glad," he answers, his hand gentle against his partner's cheek, the warmth of that kiss against his cool wrist lighting an equal warmth in his heart. "I'll have to make sure I properly earn that forgiveness."

The suggestion in the words is clear enough, though it's still just as warm and lazy as all the rest of this. He's not in any hurry. Although Midoriya is right, one of them probably should set an alarm...but that means moving, and he's not about to do that. "Either one sounds fine," he answers, placing a gentle kiss against the thumb brushing his lip. "Honestly. As long as I'm here with you, I don't care what we do." As long as he gets to keep kissing Midoriya like this, humming a pleased sound from deep in his throat as his hand slides down to rest on how partner's chest for a moment, before moving lower to slip under his shirt to press against bare skin. He'll kiss Midoriya until they're both dizzy from lack of air, until he's just as flushed as his partner, cheeks warm and pink and lips tingling from the embrace.

He loves Todoroki's laugh so much it's absurd. The little exhales of breath that are almost laughs all the way up to the loud, surprised laughter he's managed to see once or twice - they're all good. Todoroki deserves to be happy in every sense of the word. "Hmmm, I'll think of something that works for you to earn it. I think I have a few ideas."

It's Midoriya, of course he has a 'few' ideas. He doesn't go for their phones like he means to, mostly because right when he's about to push himself up to grope for it over Todoroki he's being kissed again. A cool hand slides under his shirt, over sensitive skin and scars and then it's all over for him in terms of concentration. He tilts his head into the kiss and melts back down the few inches he'd gotten up, hands going back to their positions cupping the back of Todoroki's head and the small of his back. Kissing is the perfect distraction, really. Todoroki always draws a hundred percent of Midoriya's attention just by virtue of who he is, how incredible he is and having all of that distilled down into this means Midoriya has to apply all his focus to giving as good as he gets. He does, which means kissing until the breath in his lungs is gone and his hands wander all over the bare skin of Todoroki's torso but he fights to keep from grinding his hips up against his, too. This time, when he breaks, it's with a shivery little noise and a deliberate push of his thigh up against Todoroki's cock. "G-Gonna...gonna amend that I think? Make-out, nap, food, we finish this up, shower, then nap?"

A few ideas hm? Just the sound of those words makes his pulse quicken with anticipation. Midoriya always has good ideas, especially about this sort of thing. About all kinds of things, but this especially. "Can't wait to hear them," he tells him, before his concentration is completely immersed in that kiss, and the one following, and the one following. It's so easy to melt into this, to lose himself in the feeling of Midoriya's hands buried in his hair or pressed against his skin, the clever lips against his own, those small sounds he makes that make Todoroki want to devour him from the mouth down.

The pressure of that thigh rubbing against his cock is intentional, and it coaxes a quiet moan from Todoroki as he pushes back, arching into the friction. As Midoriya speaks, Todoroki's mouth keeps moving, wandering along his jaw and under his ear, down the side of his neck, nuzzling in closer. "Mm, don't know if I want to wait for food to finish this up," he murmurs against Midoriya's throat, teeth scraping lightly over his skin, a gently playful nip at his neck where it meets his shoulder. "But if you think I'll need my strength, I might be convinced." Food, then more of this, then a shower, then sleep--or maybe a little more of this, then sleep. It's a very good way to spend the rest of his first day back.

Smiling and laughter are still his favorite things to get out of Todoroki, but he makes a quick amendment when that noise is wrung out of him and Midoriya's stomach flips in response, white-hot before it settles to a low simmer. Talking is wholly overrated, though, especially when he can lick into Todoroki's mouth and try to get more of those delicious noises out of him. When they do finally break the kiss, Todoroki doesn't seem to need to breathe because Midoriya feels hot, damp lips pressed against sensitive skin and then it's his turn to groan, half-stifled between clenched teeth.

"To be fair, I'm not sure either of us are... really good at impulse control? Or... mmn, convincing each other not to do something?" This is absolutely unfair because teeth press against over-sensitive skin and Midoriya's toes curl in his socks, giving Todoroki another grind of his thigh; the friction is enough to affect him, too, though. "No, no we're the worst at impulse control, I take it back."

He doesn't sound particularly upset about it, though, laughing as he runs his hand down the line of Todoroki's spine and then shamelessly goes lower, squeezing his ass (it's just to make the grinding more efficient, that's all, totally.)

It's not a difficult thing for Midoriya to get more of those sounds, if he applies himself, and honestly Todoroki has never known a situation where Midoriya didn't give 110%. The feeling of that groan vibrating against his mouth doesn't discourage him, either; in fact, it just means that Todoroki's going to press his lips into that skin, nipping and sucking until with a final swipe of his tongue there's a neat, darkening bruise. How is he supposed to resist, with his partner grinding against him like that? His tongue trails over the side of Midoriya's neck, and he mouths at his earlobe as he answers, a smile clear in his voice.

"I think you're right. I know I'm terrible at impulse control when you're around. How am I supposed to resist you when you're touching me like that?" The words are almost a purr against Midoriya's ear, throaty and low as he presses his ass back into his partner's grip, shifting his own leg to rub against Midoriya's arousal. It's not just him, he knows, and there's a particular kind of delight to be found in both of them deliberately making these choices together, both knowing exactly what they're doing to each other.

"Oh, no," Midoriya says very unconvincingly especially for someone previously advocating for sleeping. Well, they'll both sleep even better if they don't happen to stick to just making out. He's particularly aware that that's relatively self-serving but Todoroki's sucking a bruise against his throat and Midoriya is absolutely not objecting. "I'm...I'm guessing we're pushing that nap off, huh?"

He's not particularly inclined to go to sleep right now, not when Todoroki's own leg pushes up against where he's half-hard in his boxers and oh, oh it's so much sharper when it's intentional not a glancing brush. Midoriya chokes out another noise, hand flexing against where it's dug into the meat of Todoroki's ass, laughing breathlessly moments later. Teasing, "Ohhh, so it's my fault."

It...pretty much is because he's shifting his grip into a bastardized version of the wrestling holds they learned at UA in hand-to-hand. All for One flickers over his skin and he uses it to push Todoroki onto his back, bracing himself over him so he can grind their hips together slower, deliberate. The dual benefit is that it means he can watch Todoroki's face while he's doing it, grinning, eyes bright with his quirk. For all the certainty in the movement, the smile goes dopey, his tone is low and warm with affection. "I'm really glad you're home."

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sits in a crowded airport and tags but turns the text -10000 sized font

lmao this is me on the bus tho, I feel u

im dying lmao 2 bizdev folks i met were on either side of me but i wanted to tag SO BAD !!

Your dedication was appreciated tbh <3

LMFAO REREADING MY 2 HRS OF SLEEP TAG GOING HMM!!! im home for 2 weeks thank GOD

Ffss it was fine!! glad you're home tho :D

LOVE MY OWN BED SO MUCH!!!

own bed is best bed tbh. and I'm glad you're back for taggin too!!

YES SAME <333

<3~

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