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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]

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.