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[it's about 3am in los angeles, and todoroki is just getting back to the hotel. his father's still down at the bar with whatever executive he's meeting tonight, and frankly he can stay there. todoroki is tired and frustrated and lonely, and he doesn't want to have to put on his public face any more.

discarding his jacket and loosening his tie, he falls backward on the bed, pulling out his phone. some quick math tells him it's about 7pm back home. midoriya should be done with dinner.]

There's a rock climbing wall in the gym at this hotel. It made me think of you. We should try that, sometime, when I get home.

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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."

"Mm, totally your fault," he agrees, and there's a breathless laugh in his voice, too, as he smiles against Midoriya's jaw. He can feel Midoriya against his thigh, and the impulse to do that again, to drag his leg against his cock and coax another moan from his throat is almost impossible to resist. Honestly, maybe his partner was right. They really are terrible at impulse control around one another, aren't they? But then, just for this once, they don't have to be good at it. No impulse control necessary.

It seems like Midoriya's on the same page, too, and Todoroki's breath catches in a gasp as he's flipped onto his back, his only warning the faintest flicker of sparkle out of the corner of his eye as All for One races over Midoriya's skin. He'd protest, except then Midoriya's grinding against him and that gasped breath leaves Todoroki in a moan as he arches up in response, sliding a hand down over his partner's ass and rolling his hips against Midoriya's. His eyes are half-closed as he follows with a faint huff of laughter, a shudder of sensation as he shifts to pull Midoriya closer, leaning up for a kiss. "Pretty sure that's cheating," he teases. "But I'll let you get away with it if you promise to do it again." There's a heat in his eyes that's got nothing to do with his quirk and everything to do with the man on top of him, and the fierce tenderness doesn't leave his voice as he runs fingers through his partner's hair. "I am, too. I missed you so much." In case that wasn't already obvious enough.

"Pretty sure it takes two," Midoriya says dubiously, though he can't hold a straight face for more than a split second.

Leaning down when he's pulled, he chases the laugh without any encouragement necessary, kissing back with a pleased, hungry hum. His head tilts into the attention like a pleased puppy, eyes sliding shut in contentment. They're both hard in their pajama pants but there's no rush to his attention. They have all night, assuming no emergencies happen. He has hours to reacquaint himself with all the little hot spots that get those noises out of Todoroki; there's no need to rush it. "Which part, the kissing you til we gotta breathe part, or the 'if we grind against each other for too long one of us has to do laundry' part?"

One big hand slides down Todoroki's thigh from his knee giving up the ability to win in wrestling for the ability to hook his fingers into the waistband of his pants, tugging lazily. It might not be the first time, but Midoriya's also aware this is the first time in this situation; Todoroki's been gone a while and they're both genuinely tired so he's not sure just how involved they want to get. "Can I? Pretty sure I spent a solid two nights after our calls wishing I could-"

For all the confidence and ability to handle himself in tough situations, his cheeks warm and he stumbles, not sure exactly how crass to go here. "I just...really missed a lot of things while you were gone. You, obviously, you know, the most. But." A hand settles itself onto Todoroki's cock, feeling out the shape of it. "Mm."

"Well, it's definitely better with two. And if we just get rid of the clothes, we won't have to worry about laundry." See? He's helping. This is helpful. Solution-based thinking, right? And not at all because he's just...missed all of this so much. It's so easy to be light-hearted around Midoriya, to tease and to play even in the midst of something like this. It's no less intense for being fun, and the reminder of their shared domesticity never fails to make his heart feel like it's swelling so much it could burst his chest. He wants to do this forever. Not just this, though this is nice, too, but all of this. This, with Midoriya.

Those fingers hook in the waistband of his pants and Todoroki stretches just a little under Midoriya, encouraging him to go on. Even after Midoriya stops that sentence short, his mind happily continues on, filling in the blanks. Yes, he's been gone a while, and yeah, he's tired, but honestly..."Whatever you're thinking, I promise I was wishing it, too," he murmurs, cupping a hand around the side of his partner's jaw, fingers gently brushing his blushing cheek. "You know you can ask me anything and I'll say yes, right?" In fact, the idea of hearing Midoriya actually say it out loud despite that blush is kind of its own level of turn-on.

He's about to encourage him to go on, but then Midoriya's hand is sliding over his cock, and any words come out as a moan instead as he arches up into the pressure of that hand. "I know what you mean. I missed all of those things, too. You the most, but the rest of it, too. I thought about you every night."

"Yeah, one...you know, works but..." Busying himself with getting those pants off of Todoroki's thighs and down past his knees is suddenly much more important. He nearly smacks himself in the head but recovers, tossing the pants into the hamper before wincing, laughing under his breath at himself. "Those aren't really dirty, I'll get them after I'm done."

Better things to do, like lean into Todoroki's hand on his face and lean in to kiss it after he's settled himself between Todoroki's thighs, hiding his smile against the curve of his hand. He can ask Todoroki and he will say yes, Midoriya's absolutely confident; no one else is as willing or able to match him in so many different ways.

"I know that I can ask you anything and you don't feel the need to say yes," Midoriya answers, hand crawling back down between Todoroki's thighs to start trailing his fingers over the thick swell of him. HIs fingers aren't exactly soft, though, and they rasp against the fabric lightly. It's not like it's weird to say, especially to his boyfriend but it always takes him a little to work up to it, before he gets that determined face and pushes forward after weighing each word and the order a thousand times in his head. "I was thinking about your cock in my mouth."

Out loud, he's not sure that was better or hotter, but it's not just words that matter, right? Actions, too. Ducking away from the Todoroki's hand with a kiss he bends down and fit his lips to the tip of him over the fabric, a big hand squeezing Todoroki's thigh gently. "Yeah?"

"But it's not nearly as nice," Todoroki finishes, lips curling in a small smile as he looks down at Midoriya, busily tugging his pants off. Where those pants end up is practically the last thing on his mind, but it's just another one of those things about his partner that makes him feel so warm. He's always so conscientious. So considerate, so thoughtful. It makes Todoroki want to be the same for him, to offer the same affection and consideration. To be his everything.

Todoroki's legs shift and spread comfortably to accommodate Midoriya between them, and he can't deny being entirely hard now, especially at the sight. God, he's missed this. The lips against his hand, the feather-light touch of Midoriya's callused fingertips over his length, the way he blushes, and then the shift of his expression as he summons all his courage to say the words.

It's definitely hotter. And honestly, it's probably pretty difficult for Midoriya to miss his reaction, the way his cock pulses inside his underwear, twitching under Midoriya's touch. Or the way his breath catches, Todoroki's head dropping back with a gasp at the touch of his mouth through the thin fabric, the hot, damp wash of breath. His hips arch up into that touch, the hand against Midoriya's cheek encouraging and gentle. "Yeah," he murmurs in the affirmative. "Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking. I missed your mouth. The way it feels around me." He isn't ashamed to say the words. After all, this is Midoriya. He's never once made Todoroki feel like he couldn't be honest with him. And truthfully, he loves watching Midoriya's reaction to the words, so plainly spoken. "Every time I was in the bath, after a long workout, I'd think about you, you know. Going down on me."

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"Mmmnyeah, not nearly," Midoriya agrees, utterly distracted by the reveal of long legs and an expanse of skin he wants to put his mouth all over. There's plenty of time for that later, though; right now, he's pressing a kiss to the hand against his face and then settling himself between Todoroki's thighs more securely. Realistically he probably should have gone for his underwear too, but that's a problem to solve later; he can pull them down to get to what he wants to right now.

That Todoroki can say it so easily isn't a surprise; Midoriya huffs a laugh against the crease of Todoroki's thigh, digging his teeth into the meat of it a moment later with a gentle nip that shifts into a rather determined attempt at leaving a hickey on the inside of his thigh while Todoroki talks. The physical reaction is impossible to miss, Midoriya's chest flooding with the same warmth he gets from a job well done at making him react like this. It's not that he ever worries Todoroki won't want him, it's just the reminder, especially physical, is borderline delicious.

"You went to the gym and thought about me going down on you?" Rather than scandalized, Midoriya sounds delighted, grinning up at him like he isn't petting Todoroki's cock with a slow up-down motion of his fingertips. "I mean, I guess if we we made sure no one was around, we could?"

An afterhours key, maybe. Midoriya's fingers tug at Todoroki's briefs just enough to reveal the hard curve of his cock and doesn't bother with teasing, dipping down to drag a line from the underside up to the tip, fitting it into his mouth with a groan that's all eagerness and satisfaction at the heavy weight of Todoroki's cock on his tongue.

It's definitely not easy to keep his words coherent, especially as Midoriya digs his teeth into Todoroki's inner thigh, busily sucking a mark into the skin. His breath catches, and then catches again, a moan interrupting the flow of words as his head drops back briefly. He definitely doesn't have to worry about Todoroki ever not wanting him. Not at all, not any part of him, and especially not when he does things like that.

He's grinning as he tries to catch his breath, Midoriya's fingers a distracting tickle along the length of his cock, and Todoroki runs fingers through his hair, tugging gently at those green curls. "I did. I think about you a lot, but the gym...well, it's really hard to not think about you after a long workout. Or in the bath in general." Although he didn't think Midoriya would be interested in something as risky as trying that in the gym, even after hours, and there's a definite spark of interest as he lifts his head again to look at his partner. "You'd really...?"

The rest of the sentence is lost to a gasped breath and a moan, as Midoriya doesn't just run his tongue up Todoroki's cock, but takes it into his mouth in one hot, wet motion. His eyes are half-shut and his lips parted, but he's fighting the urge to let his head fall back again, because this is just too good to not watch every second. "You feel even better...than I remember," he manages, and there's a faint huff of shaky laughter to his voice as he stretches under his partner, trying to resist the urge to thrust up into his mouth. It's been so long, and it's difficult to do, but he's not going to hurt Midoriya if he can help it.

Probably not the wisest thing he's ever enabled in his long history of unwise things, but hey. As far as terrible ideas go, fooling around in the gym after hours isn't too bad. It's really a wonder it hasn't happened sooner; more often than not Midoriya risks being distracted by Todoroki when they're sparring. He's not sure if that same bravado will apply when they're there, of course; right now he knows that part of the enthusiasm is just giddy relief at having Todoroki back.

Midoriya hums low and pleased around Todoroki's cock in response, not quite able to manage anything near words with his mouth full. Lightly, he pets his fingers across the jut of a hip and rises up with a slick, wet noise, mouthing at the tip of him on his way up to drag in an unsteady breath, licking his lips.

"Keep talking," Midoriya encourages, knowing it's a little mean as his hand fits itself around Todoroki's cock, jerking him off almost lazily if it weren't for how intently he was watching Todoroki's expressions while his hand works him over. It's tempting to tell him to keep talking if he wants Midoriya to keep going, but Midoriya's also certain he doesn't have the strength or the resistance to keep from doing this now that he's started. His head dips, scattering kisses aimlessly over where his hand doesn't cover, though his patience lasts only a few moments before he's adjusting again. "You can take what you want."

It's a gentle reminder in contrast to the way he slides right back down again with a grateful little groan, flattening a hand around the base of Todoroki's cock, falling into an easy rhythm he intends to let Todoroki guide.

@taiyakis

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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tag #69 is a nsfw tag, nice

Aww yeee

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