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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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"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.

He loves the way those calloused fingers feel dragging across the sensitive skin of his hip, loves the way it feels as Midoriya hums around his cock, lips slowly dragging off of him. And then those words, and he can absolutely feel the way his cock twitches in his partner's grasp at them. Keep talking, huh? Keep talking, and the implication in that lazy hand as he slowly strokes him is clear enough. Todoroki's eyes widen in surprise just a little, and then there's a flood of heat through his expression that's got nothing at all to do with his quirk and everything to do with that look in Midoriya's eyes. It's a little mean, maybe, but it's also an incredible turn-on, and he's more than happy to oblige, especially if it means having that mouth on him again.

"I love the way your mouth feels around my cock," he starts, voice breathy and catching with every stroke. "You're so warm and wet, and the...little sounds you make when you're going as deep as you can--" The words stop for a moment as Midoriya's mouth takes him in again, and he moans as his fingers curl through his partner's hair, hips gently thrusting upwards. "The way you keep touching me the whole time, your hands everywhere your mouth isn't...I can't ever get enough of it, you know that?" The words are honestly doing just as much for him, this outpouring of all the things he's missed about his lover. And that Midoriya wants to hear it all, honestly just makes it hotter.

Somehow, it's easier if it's Todoroki the one talking; there's no need for a response, no action required by him past doing what he's doing. It lets him focus all of his attention on one thing and one thing only: in this case, that focus goes straight into taking Todoroki apart. One hand skates up over Todoroki's leg, blunt nails dragging light lines up until he gets to a hip and flattens his palm over it, holding Todoroki in place while his head bobs, holding in place as deep as he can manage when the word is mentioned.

For all that he's learned how to use his body in almost every way he needs to with his quirk, gag-reflex isn't something he's entirely mastered. Midoriya groans around the mouthful when he is forced to draw off to catch his breath, hand working over Todoroki in steady pumps. "You are so much better at that than I am," Midoriya laughs, voice already a little rougher from just a few moments. Whenever their positions are reversed he manages, of course, but it's much less a dedicated stream of consciousness to how much he loves his boyfriend and more an attempt mixed with some variation of yes and wow.

"I kept thinking about this while you were traveling. At one point I made a list of all the things..." Midoriya trails off, thumbing over the flushed, wet head of him and slides back down without completing his thought. He's careful not to graze teeth anywhere sensitive in his enthusiasm but he's saving that for later when he can leave marks along the insides of Todoroki's thighs.

That little laugh makes his heart leap and surge even more than it already is, the way Midoriya's voice goes rough and faintly raspy and he knows it's because he's just taken as much of Todoroki as he can into his mouth. This is his, he thinks. This is all his, and sometimes he can't believe how he got so lucky. "Lots of practice," he answers, and there's a grin on his face as he reaches down, fingers stroking gently over his partner's cheek, tracing along his lip. "Guess I'll have to help you practice sometime, hm?" Not that that would be a hardship. He loves having Midoriya in his mouth, watching him come undone beneath him. Just being like this, together.

The grin fades and he catches his lower lip in his teeth as he thrusts upward into Midoriya's grip, unable to resist. A list. He'd made a list, and Todoroki can only imagine what kind of things are on that list. His groan as that perfect mouth slides back down over his cock is full-throated, loud and wanting, and he doesn't even care if there is the faint brush of teeth, because he knows Midoriya will be careful. He's always careful.

"We'll have to...make our way...through that list," he pants, voice ragged and distracted despite his best efforts to focus. "Try everything you wanted to do. We've got...all night, right? And the rest of the week..." Being on the same schedule is a beautiful thing.

He's absolutely made a list. ...lists.

Midoriya considers everything from every angle that he can but if it's sensitive, he's not going to write about it. Todoroki's the exception because it reads more like a wishlist, not an in-depth breakdown on the functionality of his quirk. Midoriya laughs once he's slid off both to breathe and tightens his hand as he strokes. His other squeezes over Todoroki's hip after his thrust up, a prickle of his quirk activating as he pushes and holds him down.

"I'm just-- I'm embarrassing, but I'll try!" Honestly, it's not as bad as it is with Bakugou but Midoriya's still a stubborn and competitive shit, sometimes. His grin has shifted from that sunny happiness to the private one meant just for Todoroki, all quiet contentment. He's so absurdly lucky, he'd do anything, without question. It makes him dumb, and then Todoroki's voice gets like that. "This was on the list, somewhere."

However many lists he's made, however many things his partner wants to do, Todoroki is entirely game to try. It might be a wishlist, but he wants to make as many of those wishes come true as he can--and honestly? It's never going to get old, being wanted like this. Whether it's sex, or just contact and reassurance and long text conversations and that silly dreamy grin he gets when he thinks Todoroki isn't looking at him, Midoriya just...makes him feel wanted. Needed. And he always manages to give Todoroki exactly what he needs, even in moments like this when he isn't sure he needs anything at all.

Because this? Midoriya holding him in place like that, effortlessly pinning his hips with one hand, grinning up at him like he's perfectly content and could do this all night? That's definitely doing all kinds of things for him. Being held down like that in any other context by anyone else would be the opposite of comforting, but here, with his partner...it means that Todoroki can just let go, can trust Midoriya to have him, to catch him if he falls, and he strains against that hand, trying to push upward into that firm grip, a moan rumbling from behind bitten lips. "Which part? Going down on me, or holding me down and watching?" The words are breathless, faintly teasing, a challenge if he wants it to be, but there's that tenderness in his touch and in his voice that there always is for Midoriya. It's special. He's special. And whatever they can share together, he's here for it.

He has to be careful with his strength, still. The last thing that he wants is to accidentally hurt Todoroki by pushing down too hard, or holding him to a point where this isn't fun any more, but that's less of a source of anxiety and more just something he keeps in mind because Todoroki's also absurdly strong.

Midoriya's hand flattens over the curve of Todoroki's hip, his other coming to join it on the opposite side which leaves Todoroki's cock curved back aganinst his belly. His tongue drags up the underside slowly, fingers pressing down with the faintest spark of one for all while he licks and kisses along the underside, making a show of it. "All of the above?" Midoriya finally answers, head between Todoroki's thighs, biting a kiss against the pale line of a thigh, sucking a bruise there. "I think...it's written as "take my time with you" or something like that..."

Midoriya rises up enough to settle his grip and slides Todoroki's cock back into his mouth, sinking down in slow, gradual bobs until he has to work for it, fighting against his own muscle-reflex as he sinks down as far as he can go and groans, like it's so hot he can't not make a noise.

He knows Midoriya wouldn't hurt him, even if Midoriya himself is still worried about it. He trusts him, after all. Has for a long time now, and nothing is going to change that. What they're doing here? It's just fun, and he likes knowing that Midoriya is strong enough to do whatever he wants.

He does do his best to hold still while Midoriya lets go of him, mouth providing just enough stimulation to keep him from growling in frustration, but not enough to actually get anywhere. It's difficult; his muscles are taut, quivering under that light touch, his breath coming in faint gasps and escaping him with a breathy, moaned cry as his partner leaves that biting bruise against his inner thigh that has his cock twitching and his back arching. That little touch of pain just makes his nerve endings even more sensitive, and he loves it.

"Take all the time you want," is his gasped reply, biting back another full-throated moan as Midoriya takes him back in his mouth. He keeps going deeper, and deeper, until he can feel the back of his throat and god it's so incredibly hot, he can barely stand it.

"Izuku..." The name is nearly a whimper, full of heat and longing as he lays a hand over one of the ones on his hip, his other reaching to stroke over his partner's hair, his cheek, his shoulder, anywhere he can touch. "God, that feels so good...don't stop..." If he keeps going like that, of course, he's only going to last so long, but honestly, he doesn't want it to stop.

It's a struggle to manage it but Midoriya is nothing if not fiercely determined to be the best at whatever he puts his mind to, especially if that's his boyfriend's orgasms. The encouragement does wonders, too, listening to the breathy noises that Todoroki makes as Midoriya pushes down as far as he can go and holds there, eyes sliding shut. He can't manage it for too long, much as he wishes he could but when he draws off to catch his breath his hand goes right back to work, jerking him off with far less teasing and far more intent.

"I won't, I won't. You can come when you need to," Midoriya rasps, lips pressing against the wet tip of him, kissing and then sliding back down to where his fingers are wrapped tight around the swell of him, tongue tracing the underside down.

The hand that was holding his hips down pats along the bed absently, searching for lube but after a few moments of unsuccessful floundering he gives up, sliding his hand down between Todoroki's thighs, rough fingers sliding over his balls gently and then back further, just the faintest hint of pressure as he works.

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tag #69 is a nsfw tag, nice

Aww yeee

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