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[numbertwohero]

[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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[numbertwohero]

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.

[taiyakis]

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."

[numbertwohero]

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.

[taiyakis]

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.

[numbertwohero]

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.

[taiyakis]

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.