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“Shou,” Izuku says absently, tapping his pencil against his notebook, “have you ever sucked someone’s dick before?"He glances up, concerned, as what follows is the coughing, spluttering sound of his boyfriend choking on his drink. Shouto sets down his glass of water, doubling over his own notes, eyes streaming.“S-sorry!” he yelps, hand jumping to pat Shouto's back. A flush creeps up his cheeks. “Are you okay? Sorry, I-I wasn't thinking--”“I'm fine,” Shouto says quickly, his voice hoarse. “It was just unexpected.” He huffs a laugh that quickly turns into another cough, but Izuku can see the small, amused smile fighting to stay on his face. It widens as he clears his throat and answers, “No, 'Zuku, I haven't sucked a dick before.”Izuku buries his red face under his hands, mortified. “I'm so sorry Shou, I w-wasn't even thinking about it--I, I mean, I was thinking about it, but I wasn't thinking about what I was asking, it was just on my mind after talking to Kirishima last night a-and…”He trails off weakly as Shouto gently pries his hands from his face, planting a kiss on Izuku's freckled red cheek. He gazes expectantly at Izuku, giving him his full attention.Izuku sighs, his heart rate slowing but his gut clenching with nerves. “K-… Kirishima was telling me about how he s-sucked Kacchan off in the locker room once, after--after a sparring session. It sounded like a lot of fun. Scandalous, you know? H-he made it sound really thrilling.” He shifts, unable to meet Shouto’s eyes. “He was, uh, really s-surprised when I mentioned you and I had never…”There’s a beat of silence before Shouto leans in a little, close enough for his breath to ghost over Izuku's cheeks. “Would you like to?” he asks, voice low like he’s sharing a secret.For a moment, Izuku is breathless. He’s distracted from the question itself by the dying sunlight slanting through his open window casting Shouto's face in a golden glow. Shouto has no idea how beautiful he is at any given time, always touching his scar when Izuku tells him so, an expression on his face like he doesn't quite believe it. Now, with a halo of light ringing his hair, the sunlight contouring the planes of his face and catching gem-like facets of his mismatched eyes, Izuku is powerless to stop his hand from lifting and guiding his jaw into a kiss.They had made out before, quite a bit, actually; slow, languid explorations of each others’ mouths, sometimes evolving into something more heated--but never any further. It feels practiced by now, slotting their mouths together, in a way that turns Izuku’s heart warm and tender. He loves knowing how his boyfriend likes to be touched, how much he loves Izuku’s fingers through his hair (it’s always so soft), how tugging teasingly on his bottom lip always gets some kind of noise out of him.But this time, it’s… different. There’s something between them now, charged like the air right before Kaminari uses his quirk. He feels hyper-aware of every sensation: Shouto’s hands, coming to rest on either side of his face; the slide of his tongue against Izuku’s upper lip; the pressing weight of him as he shifts closer; their shared breaths, when they bother to breathe, passed back and forth between their lips. Izuku’s heart rate picks up, and when Shouto trails his lips down to the pulse point below his left ear, he swears he can feel it pound against Shouto’s tongue.Shouto is in his lap by this point, the comforting weight of him quelling Izuku’s nerves. His hands glide down Shouto’s sides to squeeze the muscles of his hips, humming as he feels the graze of teeth against his neck.Shouto had been a lot of first things for Izuku. First boyfriend, first relationship at all, really, first kiss. He was the fifth person at UA he’d ever come out to, behind All Might, Aizawa-sensei, Ochako, and Tenya (he didn’t count Kacchan, since he had known from the very beginning). He's always been respectful and considerate of Izuku's identity, taking the revelation in stride. Izuku feels silly now for not talking to Shouto about sex sooner--it’s usually one of the first things you do in a relationship, isn’t it? That’s the way it seems, anyway.Shouto pulls back for a moment, meeting Izuku’s eyes, a worried look on his face. “Is this okay? We don’t have to, if you don’t want--...”Izuku’s hands land firmly on Shouto’s shoulders, and he fixes his boyfriend with a look he usually reserves for rivals. “Todoroki Shouto, we have been d-dating for three months now, and I’ve never sucked a dick before, and I… I want to suck your dick.”Shouto laughs, a quiet sound that Izuku cherishes, as a faint blush rises in his cheeks and kisses the tips of his ears. Izuku sits forward in his desk chair, closing the gap between them again to get a taste of that laugh while it’s still on his tongue. They press closer together, arms wrapping around each other, their kiss deepening. Izuku is the one to break it this time, nosing and nipping at Shouto’s neck. “Kissing is weird, isn’t it?” he muses aloud, before biting at Shouto’s jaw and dragging his nails across his scalp. The soft sound Shouto makes is almost enough to distract him from his train of thought. Almost. “People just press their mouths together, and sometimes their teeth clack, and noses bump, and--”Shouto’s hands ruck up the back of his shirt, only to trail back down, his nails drawing faint red lines down his spine. Izuku shivers and loses track of his pondering immediately, fingers digging into Shouto’s button-up reflexively. “Yeah,” agrees Shouto, pretending not to notice. “Don’t forget tongues.” As if to emphasize his point, he sucks on that pulse point again, and Izuku feels his tongue lave over it.“Are you teasing me, Todoroki?” Izuku laughs, but he can feel a new thrill in his nerves and heat in his spine that he desperately wants to grow familiar with.“Yeah, I am, Midoriya,” Shouto replies cheekily, a glint in his eye as he pulls back.Izuku scoops his hands lower, cupping under Shouto’s thighs, and he lifts his boyfriend bodily off the chair and crosses the two steps to dump him face-up on his bed. He clambers up after him, straddling his hips and locking his elbows, holding himself up over Shouto. Suddenly nervous again, he stops, simply staring. They had cuddled in this same bed before, sure, but this is different. Shouto is looking up at him with a dazed expression, his gorgeous eyes wide with surprise, his silky hair mussed. Izuku can feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath him, and when he shifts his ass, a noticeable bulge pushes back against it. His brain short-circuits for a moment.“Sometimes I forget how strong you are,” Shouto murmurs, apparently content to let Izuku take his time. Izuku swallows, licks his lips, and notices Shouto’s eyes flick down to track the movement.He sits back slightly, taking the weight off his arms--and yes, there’s definitely a bulge pressing against the seat of his pants--and turns his attention to Shouto’s chest. “Back at our first Sports Festival,” he says, starting to pluck apart the buttons of Shouto’s shirt, “I was, um. Knocked out after our match. You remember. But Mom showed me the footage, and… did you ever watch it?”Shouto shakes his head, and Izuku glances up to see him watching with an affectionate, almost reverent look in his eyes. His heart squeezes at the sight, and he returns his attention to his fumbling fingers, blushing.“The, um, the camera zoomed in on you, and, half of your shirt was burned off from your quirk, and the wind was blowing your hair, and you were panting and sweating--” He breaks off, hands shaking as he finally pulls apart the last button to see Shouto’s chest jumping in a silent laugh, one of his hands covering his mouth. Izuku’s burning face splits into a wobbly grin. “I knew before then we shared something special, but holy shit, Shou, that was, like, my sexual awakening,” he says with a giggle. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”“You’re such a sap,” Shouto whines through his fingers, reaching out his free hand to twine in Izuku’s.“Shut up,” Izuku whines back, indulging the handhold for just a moment before pulling away to run both hands down Shouto’s chest, pushing his open shirt out of the way. He bows over Shouto’s body like the worshiper he is, trailing a line of wet kisses down from his clavicle. “Do you like having your nipples played with?” he asks in sudden curiosity, moving to tug at one with his teeth as he speaks.Shouto shrugs. “I don’t get much out of it,” he admits, “but it feels nice. Do you?” he adds, snaking his cold right hand up Izuku’s shirt and brushing a nipple before Izuku can stop him. He’s rewarded with a jolt and a sharp, small gasp as his fingers find the sensitive bud. His other hand cups the back of Izuku’s head, pulling him down to swallow the sounds he makes as Shouto kneads it between two fingers.Izuku lets himself get lost in the sensation for a moment. Getting this kind of attention from his boyfriend is so new and delightful, unfamiliar in the best ways. As he feels Shouto’s long fingers up his shirt, teasing him, and his tongue licks into Izuku’s mouth, he feels a telltale sensation curl down his spine and settle into his groin. He grinds back against Shouto’s dick, feeling the curve of it slot distinctly against his crotch, giving him friction exactly where he wanted it. Shouto’s fingers tighten in his hair, making the nerves in his scalp spark. He does it again, feeling a sense of satisfaction in the sharp exhale that flutters against his face. And again, this time feeling a familiar dampness in his briefs.“‘Zuku,” Shouto murmurs, a sweet nothing sound, released into the air between them. Izuku feels giddy at their mutual arousal, like he’s just accomplished a long-term goal.He clambers back then, shifting Shouto to lay lengthwise across the bed, and straddles him in the other direction. His ass is resting on Shouto’s pecs now and he only has a moment to regard the length straining against Shouto’s tight jeans before his boyfriend smacks his thigh lightly. “‘Zuku, take your pants off,” he grumbles, the rumble of his voice buzzing against the underside of Izuku’s thighs.“A-are you sure?” Izuku stammers, twisting to look over his shoulder. “I-I mean I just wanted to suck you off, I w-wasn’t expecting anything in re--” Shouto smacks both his thighs, and this time his hands linger, squeezing into the thick muscle. “--turn.”“Pants,” he repeats stubbornly.Unable to hold back a smile, Izuku shuffles and shyly tugs his sweatpants down his legs until they’re in a heap on the floor. Hesitantly, he settles back where he was before, too caught up for the moment in his self-consciousness to focus on the task at hand.Shouto hums appreciatively and that single sound makes Izuku feel like he’s floating on a cloud. He feels Shouto’s hands land on his thighs again, skin-on-skin now. They grope the junction between his thighs and asscheeks, his fingers teasing under the elastic of Izuku's briefs. “Izuku, does anyone ever tell you that you’re fucking jacked?”“Shou, ” Izuku whines, arms jumping up to cover his blushing face despite it being turned away.Shouto hums again. “Your leg hair is green,” he remarks thoughtfully. “It always just looked dark, but up close it's green, like your hair. 'S cute.” He feels the appreciative squeeze on his thighs and squirms, embarrassed. Although it does bring to mind something he's been wondering about in the back of his mind ever since they were first-years, and his hands jump to the zipper of Shouto's jeans, excited to finally have his answer.Shouto isn't very hairy--his chest is mostly bare, even now--but Izuku noticed their first day in the locker room that Shouto's right arm was redder than his left, almost like a mild sunburn. Closer inspection during subsequent uniform changes revealed that it was his arm hair: fine and somewhat translucent, but distinctly red, and only on his right arm. Seeing him jogging sometime later revealed that his legs were the same, but Izuku remembers seeing the morning sun highlight the almost invisible white hair on his left leg that he'd never noticed before. Before another training session, he surreptitiously watched Shouto pull his shirt off over his head, and with an odd sense of delight spotted one red armpit and one white.He's only a little ashamed to admit that he marked those down in his notebook, on his page for Shouto (which had, over the years, transformed into several pages). He'd also made a note of Shouto's red arm hair mysteriously disappearing after their first Sports Festival, and came to the conclusion that it was burned off whenever he used his fire.(He'd puzzled for several minutes over why Shouto's arm hair singed off, but not the hair on his head. This led to a full hour of him theorizing about whether or not he did it on purpose, and why.)He yanks down the zipper with fumbling hands, tugs down the waistband of Shouto's boxer briefs and-- “I knew it,” he exclaims, eyes alighting on the patch of pubic hair split red and white almost perfectly down the center.“Hm?”“The, uh.” What was that phrase Kacchan used once? “The carpet matches the drapes.”He feels Shouto laughing beneath him and the hands leave his thighs momentarily. “You have no idea how many times I've been asked that in this class,” he says, still laughing. “I think you and Iida are the only guys who haven't.”His laugh is contagious, and Izuku can't help but glance over his shoulder to see the hand thrown over his face, mouth stretched in an exasperated grin.He becomes aware of his fingers still hooked into the waistline of Shouto's boxers and nervously returns his attention to the task at hand. Shouto's dick is right here in front of him, only separated from contact by a thin layer of fabric. This close, he can see the outline of the head. He gives it an experimental squeeze through the boxer briefs and thrills at the little sigh Shouto makes beneath him.He scootches back a little, lowering himself down so he can get his face closer, and finally reaches under and frees Shouto's erection.Izuku is an immensely inquisitive person, has been all his life--he's watched a fair amount of porn, not from a need to masturbate so much as just sheer curiosity. Shouto's cock is a bit smaller than a pornstar's, but from what he's researched, still larger than average. It's cut, kinda veiny, and lists a little to the left in a way that Izuku finds oddly endearing. It smells… musky, in a way that he can't describe, but definitely different from his own smell.He wiggles his fingers like an outlaw in a stand-off. He knows better than to expect that he could deepthroat it, especially with no prior practice or even experimenting whatsoever. The last thing he wants is to gag and vomit all over Shouto's dick. Most of the videos he's watched show that there’s more to it than just sucking, though; he can stroke the base with one hand, maybe tease his balls with the other--another possibility is a prostate massage, though he doesn't know how Shouto feels about anal, and he's not sure now is the time to ask--He doesn't realize he's been muttering until he cuts off with a gasp at the friction that strokes suddenly against his cunt. Izuku hadn’t even been paying attention, hadn’t realized he had basically scooted his ass back into Shouto’s face. In an enviable display of initiative, Shouto has closed the remaining distance, pressing his face into the crotch of his briefs and, from what Izuku can tell, is essentially eating him out through the fabric. He can feel Shouto’s hands gripping the juncture of his hips, holding him in place, and Izuku is overwhelmed by how fucking hot that is.“You smell good,” Shouto mumbles into the fabric.Izuku feels absurdly proud of this. He also thinks, through a haze of arousal, that he must be the luckiest man alive.It takes him some time to focus, but he naturally wants to return the favor. His first lick up Shouto’s shaft is quick, experimental, and he notes the pause in Shouto’s ministrations, the hitched breath that escapes him. It tastes… not particularly good, but not bad, either. It tastes the same way it smells, and he has to admit to a certain level of arousal being surrounded, almost stifled now by that smell. Shouto’s dick is mostly dry besides that stripe of saliva Izuku just left on it, so he spits in his hand and closes it around the base, giving it a slow, hesitant stroke. It’s such an alien feeling, and even stranger still to think that most boys jerked off regularly with their whole hand instead of one or two fingers. Shouto makes no sound, but there’s that pause again, and his fingers grip tighter into Izuku’s thighs. Izuku finds himself both fascinated and craving more.He starts an even rhythm with his hand and licks up the shaft again, this time closing his lips around the head and sucking on it like a popsicle. He swirls his tongue around the head, teasing a high, breathy sound from his boyfriend. He sinks his head down slowly, suddenly feeling as though his teeth are too big for his mouth, trying to see how far down he can go. The head of Shouto’s dick taps the soft flesh beyond the roof of his mouth and his throat revolts, threatening to gag if he pushes further, so he pulls back.He’s so focused on what his mouth is doing that the rhythm he’s trying to keep up with his hand has stuttered and stopped, but Shouto doesn’t seem to mind as he gives a few more strokes and dips down again. It feels awkward and not at all fluid or seamless as he moves his head up and down, twisting this way and that, trying different angles and curling his tongue in different ways. His teeth scrape several times, but if Shouto minds, he doesn’t say. His grip on Izuku’s thighs remains resolute, but what he was doing with his mouth has stopped entirely, too distracted by what’s happening down below. Izuku’s not complaining--he feels a wicked sense of satisfaction for stealing Shouto’s attention.Suddenly remembering that he has another hand that’s currently unoccupied, Izuku reaches down to touch Shouto’s balls, kneading them gently in his palm. They somehow feel exactly how he expected them to and yet also not. They’re soft, and give easily under his presses, but he can feel the testes themselves shift solidly under the skin. “‘ Zuku ,” Shouto moans, with almost a note of urgency, as he sinks down on his dick again.Something Izuku didn’t anticipate when doing his research is how difficult it is to multitask. Trying to make sure his teeth don’t rasp up Shouto’s dick, remaining constantly aware of what his tongue is up to, and doing two different tasks with his hands that he’s never really done before, all while keeping his ears trained on the sounds Shouto is making--it’s almost overwhelming. A couple times he ends up stroking Shouto’s balls and squeezing the base of his cock in a mix-up that takes him back to his grade school days, when the other kids asked if he could pat his head and rub his tummy at the same time. His only comfort is that Shouto doesn’t seem to be bothered by Izuku’s inexperience in the slightest. His hands have slid a little down Izuku’s thighs, his head fallen back against the bed, and Izuku can feel his chest rising and falling more rapidly now. Every now and then, when he strikes a sensitive spot, his exhale is accented with a quiet whine.An idea strikes him suddenly, and as curious as he is to taste Shouto’s cum (he’d read it could be very bitter, but Kirishima had said he liked it), he knows he has to act on it. It burns in his mind, an experience he had initially been reluctant to explore, but which he now wants to experience more than anything. He pops off of Shouto’s dick, one lewd thread of drool still linking it to his lips that he quickly wipes away. “Shouto,” he says, scooching forward and twisting to look his boyfriend in the eye. Shouto’s face is flushed and hazy in a way that makes Izuku want to cover it in kisses, but his eyes are alert and attentive when their gazes lock. “I want…” He swallows, his initial determination deserting him.Shouto reaches out a hand, touching Izuku’s arm. “Tell me.”He’s pretty sure his cheeks are already pink, but he feels them flood with heat anyway. “I-I want you to fuck me.”Shouto’s expression doesn’t change, his gaze even and warm. “Are you sure?”Izuku’s eyes trail down, fixing on an odd-shaped wrinkle in the bedspread. “I want to know what it feels like. I’ve n-never... I mean, I've tried a couple times with a dildo, but it's--it's not the same. At least, I don't think it is? That's why I, um, want to try.” He looks back at Shouto again, shifting off of him so that he can sit up. “I trust you. I want it to be you.”“Okay.” The steadiness in Shouto’s tone and expression soothes Izuku’s rabbit heart. “Should I use lube? A condom?”“Y-yeah, lube, yeah. I have some in my nightstand. C-condom… We should be okay without it. I’ve been on birth control for years.”Shouto nods. “I’ll use both,” he says, squeezing Izuku’s hand. “We don’t have to rush things.” Izuku gives him a wobbly smile which he returns on a smaller level. His eyes cast about the room. “Do you have any in here?”“Uh… Sh-shit, no,” he says, feeling a little stupid for not thinking of it. He makes a mental note to buy a box of his own next time he's out shopping. “Do you?”“Yeah, in my room. But… um. Hm.” Izuku almost laughs when he follows Shouto’s bemused look down to his dick currently hanging out of his unzipped jeans, not quite soft yet and sure to cut a noticeable profile against the denim.Izuku’s already standing, pulling his sweatpants back on over his damp underwear. “I’ll get them. Where are they?”Shouto tells him, and he’s back in three minutes, face beet red, the box of condoms clutched in his sweaty palm. “I ran into Iida,” he groans as soon as the door is shut behind him, dragging a hand down his anguished face. “He saw the c-condoms in my hand and said,” he immediately adopts the ridgid shoulders, austere expression, and chopping hand gestures of their class representative, “‘Yes, very good Midoriya-kun, it’s important to use protection!’ He was so loud, and right outside Kaminari’s room--stop laughing, Shou--”It’s no use, of course; Shouto has all but collapsed back onto the mattress in a fit of laughter. Izuku grabs a pillow and whacks Shouto’s head with it, and in moments they’re both giggling and wrestling each other on the bed. Izuku lets himself get rolled over so that Shouto is over him, pinning him down by the wrists, his last huff of a laugh morphing into a smirk that turns Izuku’s bones to jelly.He leans in for a kiss, and as their lips seal together, his hands leave Izuku’s wrists to slide down his torso. His hands lift immediately to tangle in Shouto’s hair, and now it’s Shouto’s turn to worship his boyfriend and he does it so, so reverently. His hands snake under Izuku’s shirt, lifting it up and over his head and tossing it aside. His movements are slow, deliberate, sensual; he kisses up and down Izuku’s neck, his gliding hands drawing sloping lines from his thighs to his chest and back down. Izuku shifts to accommodate as Shouto pulls down both his pants and briefs in one movement and lets Izuku kick them off his ankles.“I want to try something,” he murmurs, reaching for the little tube of lube he’d grabbed out of Izuku’s nightstand. Izuku’s heart begins to hammer, not sure if he’s ready to be fucked quite yet--but Shouto only squeezes a couple drops onto the fingers of his left hand before he leans down again. The hand comes to rest on the thick patch of pubes over Izuku’s cunt and he can’t help a gasp as Shouto’s slick fingers rub gently on either side of his engorged clit. It’s not just the touch--he’s using his quirk, just a little, so his fingers are hot like water in a scalding shower. All coherent thought flees Izuku’s brain as he crooks those fingers a little faster, and the tight bundle of nerves fires off tiny jolts of pleasure. Shouto’s right hand finds one of Izuku’s nipples again, and he arches his back with a strangled cry. He doesn’t even register Shouto’s lips on his neck until he feels teeth worrying at the skin.“Fuck --Shou--” One hand curls into the bedsheets while the other finds Shouto’s head again, fingers digging into the scalp. Shouto's teeth roam, nipping down the column of his neck and sinking a little sharper into the meat of his shoulder. His mouth lowers down further, finding and teasing at Izuku's other nipple, and Izuku's hips jolt with another cry as Shouto's fingers hook under his clit, stroking the soft flesh where it meets his folds. Shouto shifts, his mouth traveling further south, kissing all the way down his navel until suddenly he’s licking against Izuku’s clit. His arms have hooked under Izuku’s thighs, his right straining a little to still reach Izuku’s nipple, his left gripping his thigh.Izuku is more than happy with this new arrangement, barely able to keep from grinding against Shouto’s face. He starts slow, long, swirling laps of his tongue that have Izuku squirming on the bed. He explores with his mouth, drawing his tongue up the folds, under and around before sucking lewdly on the clit in a move that has Izuku seeing stars. Shouto works him until he's a sweaty, squirming mess, thigh muscles bunching and twitching, hips jumping under his touch. His moans are high and keening.He feels it coming only moments before it hits, the tightening of his lower gut, the screaming of his nerves elevating to a fevered pitch before his back arches and he releases an ungodly, guttural moan. His vision blanks out as Shouto continues to tongue him through his orgasm, and he finds himself weakly pushing his boyfriend away from his twitching clit as soon as he's recovered his motor functions. “St… stop,” he pants, feeling too much at once, and Shouto pulls back immediately, his expression concerned.“Did you…?” he starts to ask.“Yeah,” Izuku breathes, a hazy smile splitting his face. “Yeah, fuck yeah, I did. That felt incredible, Shou, holy shit.”The expression on Shouto's face is like a father seeing his newborn baby for the first time: proud and amazed and a little disbelieving. Izuku almost laughs. “Get up here so I can kiss you, dummy.”Shouto obeys, standing and draping himself over Izuku and allowing himself to be pulled down for a kiss, soft and slow. Izuku realizes with a thrill that he can taste himself on Shouto's face, and wonders for a moment if his own lips still taste like dick. He can feel his boyfriend smiling against his mouth as fingers tangle in his hair.“My tongue is tired,” Shouto mumbles after a moment. “But you taste good.”Izuku again feels an absurd point of pride, despite making no conscious effort to make his pussy taste one way or another. He hums, curling his fingers gratefully through Shouto’s hair, scratching that spot at the back of his neck he loves so much.Shouto breaks away after a moment. “Do you still want--?”“Yes,” Izuku whispers, before he can finish. “Please.”With one last kiss to his forehead, Shouto stands. Izuku has a moment to recover as his boyfriend reaches for the condoms. His legs feel like marshmallows, the muscles of his thighs feeling both hollow and alive, his nerves buzzing in the wake of his climax.He sits up, taking stock of Shouto, who's checking over the box with a neutral expression. He's still half-hard, but too soft by now to roll on a condom, so Izuku takes the initiative to reach out and wrap a hand around the base, feeling those pubes tickle his knuckles before he gives it a gentle pull. Shouto's pants are still on, somehow, so he uses his other hand to tug the waistband down. Shouto finishes the task for him, and Izuku is struck by how hot he looks almost completely naked, with only his open button-up hanging off his shoulders. He wants to kiss the clean V of Shouto's hips--so he does.His one hand keeps stroking Shouto, his other reaching up to grip him by the hip, fingers digging in and feeling the bone of his pelvis beneath. Shouto is hard under his touch within moments and Izuku is so fascinated by this weird fleshy thing in his hand that he almost forgets why he's jerking Shouto off in the first place. He looks up to see his boyfriend already gazing at him, his eyes dark, expression soft with affection, a light blush high on his cheeks.He grabs one of the condoms out of the box Shouto is still absently holding. He's heard of pre-lubed condoms before but he's still surprised by the greasy texture as his fingers fumble to roll it over Shouto's cock. He lets Shouto apply the lube, trusting him to know how much he'll need.“Are you ready?” he murmurs, touching Izuku's face with his dry hand. Izuku nods, and the same hand lowers to his chest, pushing him back down gently onto the bed. “If you need me to stop, just say so,” he says, and Izuku nods again, heart racing with anticipation.He jumps as Shouto's lube-slicked fingers find his cunt again. This time Shouto is watching his hand carefully, watching his probing fingers slide into the wet heat. It takes him a moment to find the actual opening--Izuku can tell by the way his fingers press, cautiously, inquisitively, trying to burrow but finding no purchase. “A little lower, Shou,” he mutters, drawing comfort in the fact that Shouto is at least as new at this as he is.“Thanks,” he says, the small amount of confusion clearing from his face as he follows Izuku’s instruction. His two long fingers curl into the gentle slope of it as far as they can go, pressing upward against the soft flesh. When Izuku says nothing to protest, he adds a third finger and begins to slowly move his fingers in and out, keeping them curled to rub against the front. “Is this okay?” he asks, at the look on Izuku’s face.“Yeah,” he replies tightly. “Could you go faster?”Shouto nods and Izuku feels him pick up speed until he’s plunging his fingers in and out at a rapid pace. Izuku’s toes curl around the edge of the mattress, bracing, and one of his hands closes over Shouto’s other hand, which is still flat against his chest. He’s tried this before, too, with his own fingers; but his are a little shorter and he can never quite get the same leverage as Shouto has now. It feels good--but different. The sensation is enough to make his breathing fast and labored, to make his muscles clench delightfully, but it doesn’t seem to spark and goad his nerves the way his clit does.He squeezes Shouto’s hand to get his attention. “Shou, I’m ready.”Shouto nods again and carefully extracts his fingers. The muscles Izuku had been unconsciously clenching relax almost immediately, and he lets out a long breath. It doesn’t last long, of course, as Shouto lines up the head of his cock and gingerly pushes in, guiding it with his hand, all the while watching Izuku’s reaction carefully.It’s usually a little tense when he tries using the dildo, which is why he doesn’t very often anymore, but it’s surprisingly painless as Shouto inches forward until his hips bump Izuku’s thighs. It’s a little bigger than he’s used to, and he feels stretched and filled in a way he’s not used to. “Are you alright?” Shouto asks in a low tone.Izuku doesn’t answer for a moment, focusing on calming his ragged breathing.“I’m--I’m okay,” he pants. He lifts his head to look at Shouto. “Are you okay?”Shouto huffs a laugh and tangles their fingers together for a moment. “Yeah, ‘Zuku, I’m fine,” he says.“Yeah, you are,” Izuku giggles, drawing an eye roll and a wry smile from Shouto. His hands pull away to grip Izuku’s hips and he pulls out about halfway, then pushes back in again. He starts to pick up the pace and settles on an even rhythm. Izuku is pleasantly surprised by how easily Shouto glides in and out, and eventually he takes his hands off of Izuku’s thighs to hunch over him, palms braced on either side of Izuku’s torso. Izuku can already see his pupils blown wide, his mouth parted slightly, face flushed from more than exertion.He curls his hand around the back of Shouto’s head and brings him down to murmur in his ear, “You can go faster.”And so he does. His hips snap forward, slapping against Izuku’s thighs, and Izuku’s muscles feel so strained and taut that it becomes hard to breathe. Each thrust Shouto pounds into him forces a moan from his throat. He lifts his legs, crossing his ankles behind Shouto’s back, and he hears Shouto’s puffing exhales transition into low, almost animalistic grunts. The pace he sets loses some of its evenness, becoming somewhat erratic, and Izuku’s heart floods with delight as he realizes Shouto is going wild for him.Shouto shifts, holding himself up on one arm instead of two. He buries his nose in the crook of Izuku’s neck, his mouth hanging open against the bare skin, and his free hand travels up and down Izuku’s torso. His fingers seem to be mapping out the muscles of his chest, groping and pressing wherever they find a hold. Izuku claws a hand in Shouto’s scalp, fisting in the silky locks and drawing a growling gasp from him. With his other hand, he drags his nails down Shouto’s back. Izuku doesn’t feel like he’s near a climax at all, but he’s nevertheless overpowered by a blinding, feral urge to ravish his partner. Their sounds synchronize, Izuku’s moans and Shouto’s grunts beating like the heart of a beast that neither one of them can control. Shouto’s skin is hot and feverish, even on his right side, and coated in sweat; Izuku is scrabbling for him as if he’s the only thing floating in an endless ocean.He’s gripping Shouto's hip tight enough to bruise when it happens: the rhythm of his hips falters and freezes entirely as he bottoms out, and he makes a noise into Izuku’s neck that sounds like it’s been punched out of him. He sags against Izuku, a comfortable dead weight, still aside from the rise and fall of his chest. The relative quiet that follows makes their panting breaths sound impossibly loud. Tension leaches out of them simultaneously as Izuku goes from grabbing fistfuls of Shouto’s hair to trailing his fingers idly through it. He didn’t get off from it, but he nevertheless feels… contented.After a few minutes of lying together, just breathing as their nerves unwind, he rousingly pats Shouto’s shoulder. “Come on, Shou. Get that condom off and get cleaned up.”“Mmn.” Shouto makes no move to do so, instead nosing further into Izuku’s neck.“If you clean up, we can cuddle,” he mutters enticingly into Shouto’s ear.Shouto hums again, but grudgingly picks himself up and pulls gently out of his boyfriend. He returns a few minutes later and doesn’t bother putting his pants back on before climbing under the covers and snuggling immediately into Izuku’s warmth. Izuku giggles as Shouto noses back into his neck, planting kisses in quick succession from his clavicle to the space behind his ear. Then he settles, tangling himself in his boyfriend. Izuku expects him to doze off in the silence that follows, but after a minute he says quietly, “We don’t have to do that again if you don’t want to. But… you felt amazing, ‘Zuku.”Izuku smiles into the pillow and pulls Shouto tighter against him. “No, it felt good,” he says. “I can’t really explain how--it wasn’t building to anything, I felt too tense to cum from it, but--you know that feeling you get after you stretch first thing in the morning? That kind of… singing feeling in your muscles. It almost tingles, in a good way. It’s like that.” He cards his fingers absently through Shouto’s hair. “It’s definitely different from using a toy--every time I tried to use that dildo it kinda hurt, but it didn’t with you. Maybe it’s because I was more aroused? But I’ve also heard getting off first can help the muscles relax, so maybe--”He’s cut off by a text tone from his phone and reaches for it with a frown. Shouto grumbles at the sudden shift.He takes one look at the message, covers his face with a groan, and shows it to Shouto, who bursts out laughing: Kaminari ⚡ | 7:34PM
so you guys used protection right??
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