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Ever since him and Shouta started living together, way before they got married it was a normal thing for the two to have very different schedules, one of them always coming home as one left or ending work while the other was sleeping, in fact Hizashi had gotten used to coming home to a quiet house and his husband Shouta collapsed in bed after a long day of work pretty early on. Usually, he would find it incredibly endearing, taking off his work clothes before climbing on the bed next to him and cuddling with Shouta so he could fall asleep with him like that.
Things were a bit...different today though, he got home feeling way too wired to sleep, feeling the pump of adrenaline after an unexpected fight with a villain and wanting nothing more than to take out some of that energy with his husband, except when he stepped into the bedroom it was only to find Shouta deeply asleep and dead to the world, deeply enough that Hizashi knew that he would kill him if he tried to wake him up.
But he looked simply beautiful, laying over the covers in only his boxers; face down and holding the pillow, leaving exposed his muscular back, the long black hair cascading down his shoulders and around the pillows almost hiding his gorgeous face. Hizashi sighed as he moved closer, keeping his eyes on the sleeping man while slowly taking off his jacket and pants, thanking the heavens that he had his hair down since today had been a radio day and he didn't have to go all out on his hero costume, he didn't think he'd have the patience to wash his hair to get rid of all the hair gel.

His eyes traced the many scars that littered his husband's back as he approached the bed, moving lower and lower down his body before landing on the clothed ass. One of his favorite things about his husband had to be his bubbly ass, perfectly shaped and firm from how much exercise he did on the daily, though his legs were lovely too, muscular and well-defined. His husband was absolutely gorgeous and just looking at him like that was making him unbearably horny even if he knew that he would regret it if he woke the man up.

Though...he didn't have to wake him up to get off, did he? He thought as he took off his pants and approached the bed slowly, they'd talked about this before hadn't they? The last time Hizashi had woken up earlier than Shouta, hard cock pressed against the man's shapely ass, standing up from the bed to jerk off and take care of things without bothering his husband.

"Why did you leave though? You know you can just do whatever you want while I'm asleep right?" Shouta had asked the day after Hizashi told him about it, whining and complaining as a joke and expecting Shouta to snort and told him to suck it up. He had never expected that.
"What, wait, no, what? But...but you'd be asleep!" Shouta had only reacted to Hizashi's arguing with a raised brow as though he was being the one being unreasonable. "It's...you know...wrong! It'd be taking advantage of you!"
"We've been married for almost a decade Hizashi, I trust you." Shouta had replied, rolling his eyes before looking away with flushed cheeks. "Just...make sure you don't wake me up, and then you can do whatever you want."
Hizashi had taken a long look at his husband, looking at him with wide eyes as he realized that this was more than just Shouta giving him permission, this might have been something he was into. Even so, Hizashi had thought he'd never actually act on that, feeling too much like it would be disrespectful.

But now...he was rethinking his original stance.

As long as he didn't wake him up, it would be fine right? He took a deep breath and knelt on the bed, leaning down to press a kiss to Shouta's shoulder and pushing his hair away from his face so he could look at the peaceful expression he had on while he slept, smiling gently and kissing his cheek before running his hands down his back gently. He was being more careful than he usually would be, careful not to wake him up as he slowly slid his boxers off before moving them back up his back, letting his fingers barely brush over the broad back and tracing the muscles and stopping at the raised skin from the scars that he'd collected over the years.
He probably shouldn't feel this excited about this, fucking Shouta while he was asleep, he almost felt like a creep just for considering and yet he was pretty sure he'd just discovered a kink without meaning to. A kink that he was almost completely sure that Shouta shared as well.

He was very gentle, kissing his back and grinding down against his ass, smirking when he feels Shouta grinding back against him absently looking up to check if he was still asleep.
"Ooh, still a slut even in your sleep are you baby?" He whispered, reaching out to grab a pillow and carefully raising Shouta's hips to place it under him, giving his cock a firm stroke and looking almost surprised by the moan that came out of Shouta's lips. "No trying to stifle your noises either..."

He had to test the waters though, reaching around to twist Shouta's nipples in the way that would usually have him biting his lower lip and gasping, and he was satisfied to see that he let out a breathless moan that went straight down to Hizashi's cock.
It took a second to consider what he could do, but as soon as he saw Shouta's face he knew where he wanted to start, kneeling up and moving so he was next to Shouta's face as he carefully opened his mouth, running a thumb over his chapped lips.
"I really hope you meant it when you said this was okay Shou." He whispered as he grabbed at his half-hard cock, running the tip over Shouta's lips, staring down at him before gently angling his cock and pushing it into Shouta's mouth, keeping one hand on his jaw to keep his mouth open as he slowly fucked into Shouta's mouth. It wasn't quite the same as when he had Shouta going down on him, but there was something oddly erotic about seeing the peaceful expression on his husband's face, completely relaxed as he let Hizashi use his mouth.
There was a reflex from Shouta though, as he suckled on Hizashi's cock and closed his lips around him while Hizashi brushed his hair back, and it really went to show that he was just learning so much tonight, as he pressed his cock as deep as he dared and all Shouta really did was stay still and rub his tongue against the hard cock in his mouth and tried to suck him in further. If Hizashi had a little more self-control he could easily imagine himself staying like that until he came, but as it was, it was getting hard not to fuck Shouta's mouth in earnest and there were so many things he still wanted to do.

It was delicious to hear him like that, and he wasted no time grabbing the lube to start prepping Shouta as he started kissing over his shoulder and back, taking his time to grope his husband's ass, squeezing and spreading his cheeks as he looked down at him. He very rarely had the chance to take his time too, Shouta usually would just try and get him to hurry up, or he would try to do anything to stop Hizashi from staring at him. But now he would take his time, pouring lube over his hand and heating it up before slipping one finger inside of him with more ease than he usually would with how relaxed he was and starting to thrust his finger in and out while he used his other hand to run up his sides.

While he started preparing him, he could see Shouta's breathing grow more erratic, turning into pants, soft whines leaving his lips every few seconds without any shame but he didn't seem any closer to waking up. In the back of his mind, Hizashi couldn't help but wonder just how tired he had to be to stay asleep through all of this but he had a feeling that exhaustion had to have finally caught up with him but he tried not to think too hard about it as he added a second finger. He figured that it didn't matter as long as he didn't wake him up, slowly spreading him open, licking his lips as the wet noises filled the room along with Shouta's quiet groans and panting. In his sleep Shouta had no restraints, his body did all the talking without the snarky commentary that usually would come with all the stifled moans, it would normally take a very rough scene for Shouta to be vocal with him, which was not to say he was unresponsive and Hizashi would never dare to complain. But it was nice to see him this uninhibited.

And Shouta made such a pretty picture like this, he thought as he added the third finger, his skin was flushed all the way down to his shoulders and he had started humping the pillow lazily while Hizashi curled his fingers inside of Shouta, searching for his prostate and grinning when he heard the whine that came from the black-haired man and saw him grinding down to try and get some friction while clutching at the pillow under his head. And just like that, Hizashi took back everything he had said against this, it was a great idea and he loved it, definitely would be trying it again soon. While Shouta was asleep he was completely honest with what he wanted, he wasn't sure if he was more sensitive but while he was asleep his body moved on its own, grinding down against the pillow or bucking his hips back and up into Hizashi's fingers to try and chase after the pleasure.

Shouta couldn't tell him to hurry it up either, which meant that he had all the time to prepare him. Pushing three fingers deep inside him, sucking on the back of his neck. He did try not to get too excited as he kissed down his back, not biting down and keeping it to licking and sucking on his skin, squeezing his ass with his free hand. He pushed his fingers into Shouta, curling them inside him and biting down on his thighs, sucking hickeys against his thighs. A small hint that Shouta could see tomorrow, he would feel bad if he did finish without Shouta waking up and not leave him with some proof. That and he loved Shouta's thighs and he would love to have them wrapped around his head right now.

As much as he wanted to keep drawing this out though, he was now incredibly hard and precum was leaking from his cock as he pulled his fingers out of him, smirking as he heard Shouta whine and try to chase after the stretch. That was fine though since Hizashi lined himself up against Shouta's entrance and holding him still with one hand, pushing inside of him.
"Fuck." He whispered as he slid smoothly inside of Shouta, letting go of him to hold himself up with his arms and staring down at his husband, focused on the flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead, his face screwed up into a light frown and his chapped lips were parted as he breathed heavily and let moans escape from them.
Hizashi tried to stay quiet as he leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of Shouta's lips, starting to thrust into him slowly and evenly, trying to keep his pace slow and steady to not wake his husband up, burying his face in Shouta's hair as he moaned and moved a hand to the man's hips to hold him steady as he thrust into him.

"Hmm....'zashi." He heard from underneath at the same time as he felt a hand on his head, making him stop into his movements as he looked up, seeing Shouta glancing up at him with lidded eyes and reaching up behind him. "No, don't...keep going, please."
"Are you sure love? This is okay?" He asked softly, feeling a little embarrassed that Shouta woke up in the middle of this but taking him at face value when the man just nodded and pulled him closer with a lazy tug on his hair.
"Please." The man whispered, turning his face towards him and Hizashi grinned as he leaned down to kiss his husband now that he didn't have to worry, speeding up his pace and fucking into him harder than before now that he didn't have to worry about waking him up.

Sleepy Shouta was still louder than normal Shouta, as he found out, since he was still half-asleep and without any of his usual inhibitions he had no trouble crying out as Hizashi pulled out almost all the way before he slammed back into him, biting down on Shouta's neck and gripping his hips as he repeated the action over, and over, and over again. Losing all his previous control while Shouta was still loose and relaxed under him, eyes closed and moaning, to the point that Hizashi would have thought he had gone back to sleep if it wasn't for the arm reaching back to tangle in his hair to keep him close.

"So good, you feel amazing Shou, I love hearing you like this. So peaceful and relaxed, and honest too." Hizashi whispered against his ears as he stared down at him, the room had quickly filled up with the moans coming from Shouta and the wet squelch from Hizashi thrusting into Shouta.
He had been so wound up that he could feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge, and he didn't think it would take long for him to orgasm, especially not after all the time he'd spent just preparing the other man.
Shouta didn't look like he'd take long either, moaning and clutching at the pillows, the previously relaxed form under him was now tense and bucking back into him, the hand in his hair was clenching down and tugging strongly down, but the most telling had to be the way his breath kept hitching every time Hizashi hit his prostate.

"I'm so close babe, want to fill you up." He moaned and kept kissing from his cheek down to his neck, reaching around his hips and picking him up to have him on his knees so he could wrap his hand around Shouta's cock, jerking him off and thriving with the way he got even louder and arched his back.
"Hnng...ah, H-Hizashi!" Shouta cried out and buried his face on the pillow as he pushed back against Hizashi, finally dropping the hand he had on the blond's hair to clutch at the sheets, keeping him close and gripping at the pillow and sheets to try and keep his balance as Hizashi gave a couple more hard thrusts before finally burying his cock deep inside Shouta as he came.

He stayed deep inside of Shouta as he continued to jerk him off, keeping him pressed against his chest and running his free hand up his chest to pinch and twist at one of his nipples. Watching the way Shouta buried his face deeper against the pillow and clenching down around him. Hizashi couldn't have that though, he needed to see the man's face as he came, moving back just enough so that he could force Shouta up and away from his pillow. He had his eyes closed and he had been biting on his lip until Hizashi twisted his hand and squeezed and then he was crying out his name and spilling himself all over Hizashi's hand and the pillow on the bed.

"Hmm that's it, gorgeous, you were so fantastic, baby." He whispered, kissing the top of his head as he slid out of him after a moment of just holding a boneless Shouta against his chest, wiping his hand down on pillowcase that was now pretty much ruined, and placing him down on the bed before standing up to grab a towel or something to clean them up before being stopped by a hand grabbing at his wrist.
"Zashi..You can clean tomorrow," Shouta whispered as he pulled him closer, "sleep and cuddle now."
"Very eloquent darling but you're going to regret this in the morning and bitch at me you know?" Hizashi grinned and laid down next to him, wrapping an arm around Shouta and pulling him close.
"That can wait to the morning. I'll bitch more if you don't let me sleep now." He sighed, cuddling back against Hizashi as he threw the dirty pillow on the floor and grabbing at the arm wrapped around him.

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Aizawa let out a gasp as he was pushed against the bedroom door, suddenly finding himself surrounded by All Might as the man pinned him to the wall, all Aizawa could do was look up at him and he was immediately getting kissed passionately, kissing him back almost right away. His mind was hazy after a night of drinking but he had never felt this sober or focused so sharply on one single man.

He was currently in All Might's apartment, they'd gone out to drink with the other teachers to "celebrate" his retirement, somehow Aizawa had found himself gravitating towards the older man throughout the night and after Mic had basically passed out with Nemuri urging him to drink more of her concoctions he began talking more freely with Yagi, the alcohol making him more honest and loose with his words, and All Might...well he had always been more open and prone to wearing his heart on his sleeve, and Aizawa wasn't dumb or oblivious, he had seen the way the older man looked at him whenever he thought he wasn't looking, shy glances, desperate attempt to gain some positive attention, and the lingering stares back when they had done the house visits with the form-fitting suit and combed hair.

It was flattering to have the attention of the older man, the number one hero. He might not have been too fond of him at the start but he could see that things had changed and he wasn't too stubborn to maintain his past judgment of a man that had clearly changed since their first meeting.
And, of course, it was not a secret that he tended to go after men way older than him, Mic used to tease him about that back when they were fresh out of school and Aizawa went home with men that were always at least ten years older than him, it had been a while since he'd gotten laid though, and Yagi might just be his type all things considered.

So that night with the booze and his inhibitions lowered he decided there was nothing to lose, reaching under the table to run his hand over All Might's thigh, watching him cough up blood in surprise and stare at him while Aizawa simply continued to drink from his glass unbothered. Pretending not to notice that the former Symbol of peace was currently trying to get his coughing under control while apologizing to Midnight and Mic who didn't seem to believe a word he was saying.

"I'm tired, I'm heading out. All Might-san, would you like to walk back together? You look tired." Aizawa asked as he stood up, giving the blond a meaningful stare which was thankfully understood as the man stood up and left enough money to pay for everything. He was a perfect gentleman too, apologizing to Aizawa's friends, telling them he would be glad to join them some other time before finally leaving with the black-haired man.

That was how he ended up in this position, pressed against the wall and having his shirt carefully unbuttoned, he should have known All Might would be this careful while Aizawa was impatiently reaching over to try and rip the shirt off of the blond, wanting to touch him before the blond grabbed his hands and pushed them against the wall just above his head. The shirt still firmly in its place.
Aizawa struggled against his hold with a half-hearted groan, in any other case he knew he could free himself if he wanted to and with past partners he had always put up a show but never got to put strength behind his struggling but All Might...even if he tried with all his strength the man didn't even budge.

Aizawa was completely helpless, pinned against the door as All Might kissed him. Thin lips exploring and devouring the younger teacher, pushing his tongue into Aizawa's mouth and moving one hand up the black-haired man's shirt as he felt the strong chest and defined abs without letting the kissing him. Bu the time All Might broke the kiss Aizawa was breathless, panting softly while the blond looked down at Aizawa and continued touching his chest.

"Aizawa-kun...are you sure..." All might started, ever the considerate one, only to be shut up when Aizawa bucked his hips against All Might's thigh, showing him how hard he was and leaving little doubt to how sure he was about this.
"Get on with it." He said instead, trying to stand on his tiptoes to kiss him again only for All Might to lean down and bite down on his neck, causing Shouta to gasp and struggle against All Might's hands, wanting to reach over and wrap his arms around him. It didn't seem to work though, All Might only held his wrists tighter and continued to kiss and nibble down to his neck, sucking down and brushing his teeth over the skin. Aizawa closed his eyes and threw his head back to give him more room and raising one leg to wrap around his leg to try and pull him closer, desperate for more friction.

"Impatient," All Might chuckled as he stumbled and pressed his whole body against Shouta's covering him almost completely with how tall he was, but he was still being so goddamn gentle. "I didn't take you for the type..."
"Don't want to waste my time, and I don't want to be treated like a princess," Aizawa told him as he tried to keep his breathing under control, looking up at All Might with a challenge on his eyes, "so don't hold back on me, understand?"
That seemed to do the trick, as All Might grabbed his hands and pulled him against him, chest pressed flushed against each other as he took Shouta's lips again.

Once All Might stopped holding back it became quite clear that he had been trying too hard not to overwhelm Aizawa, which would be sweet on any other occasion but not when all Aizawa wanted was to be fucked until he couldn't remember his name, now that he didn't seem afraid of that it was almost like he was trying to swallow his soul, teeth grazing at his lower lip before a warm tongue was soothing over the same spot and pressing inside of Shouta's mouth. Aizawa felt the other man take a step back, forcing the shorter man to take a step forward with him, never breaking the kiss as he was guided back until he felt the back of his legs hit the bed.

His hands were freed as he fell down on the bed, leaning upon his elbows as All Might went down with him to continue kissing him until he had to push at All Might's chest to push him back but unable to really push him away.
All Might eventually did pull away from the kiss, looking down at Aizawa as the younger man panted to recover his breath, his eyes were hazy and dark with arousal and his cheeks flushed as he looked up at All Might and he tried once more to reach up and take off his shirt, this time being more successful while All Might didn't waste any time in getting Aizawa naked.

Time seemed to stop mattering after a moment, All Might kissed his way down his chest, pressing soft kisses at first, just placing his lips against the feverish skin before he opened his mouth and started licking and sucking on the expanse of porcelain skin underneath him, running his tongue over the many scars that littered over his chest. He would have never dared to imagine Aizawa would be this sensitive, but he kept making the most delicious noises as All Might teased at the little pink nubs that had quickly gone hard under the ministrations from the older man.

"More...fuck touch me more." Aizawa sighed, trying to push into All Might and letting out a whine when the man just pushed him down onto the bed, holding his hips down before pushing one leg between Shouta's and pressing down against his hard-on, getting a loud moan from the man underneath as Aizawa reached up to grab at his shirt. "Fuck, daddy!"

All Might froze at the same time as Aizawa realized what he had said, the man looking up at him with wide eyes and immediately trying to push him off.
"Shit, sorry. Forget I said anything and just...you should leave." Aizawa tried, clearly not drunk enough to shrug it off. Sitting up on the bed flustered only to be pushed down by All Might on the bed, arms pinned down on either side of his head as the older man looked down at him with a hungry stare, the bright blue of his eyes almost completely gone with how dilated his pupils were.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Aizawa-kun." All Might whispered darkly, pushing him down and reaching down with his free hand to palm at Aizawa's erection. "You're so full of surprises my darling boy, is that what you want? Do you want to be a good boy for daddy?"

He felt and saw the shiver that went through Aizawa's whole body as he said that, and he knew he had his answer without needing to hear it, that didn't mean he didn't want to hear the man that had captivated his attention so thoroughly begging for him.
"Well? What's it going to be Aizawa-kun?" All Might asked, pressing his hand more firmly against his cock.
"Yes! Yes, fuck I'll be a good boy so please.." Aizawa gasped, probably more drunk than he had previously thought, or quickly descending into subspace as he let All Might touch him and handle him any way he wanted.
"Please what?" All Might asked with a smirk.
"Please daddy." He whined, closing his eyes and arching his back into All Might.

That seemed to be all the blond needed, taking off Shouta's pants the rest of the way and leaving him completely uncovered under All Might, who wasted no time in turning him around.
"Get on your hands and knees for me, baby." He ordered, and he was sure that he would feel incredibly embarrassed about the way he was talking to Aizawa, but right now he just couldn't help be in awe at the way the man simply turned around and obeyed him without any hesitation. Aizawa turned his face so he was looking back towards All Might, panting and flushed as he presented himself for All Might, leaning down on his elbows to give him an even better view.

"That's a good boy, now, do you have any lube?" All Might asked, leaning down to press a kiss to his lower back.
"The first drawer," Aizawa answered, looking almost desperate as All Might took the lube and spread a generous amount on his fingers and he pushed one first finger inside of him, going slowly at first as he pushed the first finger up to the second knuckle and started moving it in and out slowly, eventually adding the second once he felt that Aizawa was ready for it.

With the second finger, Aizawa turned to bury his face into the pillow in front of him, moaning against the pillow to try and keep his volume down until he felt a hand tugging on his hair and pulling his head up with a gasp.
"None of that, daddy wants to hear you, baby." All Might growled against his ear as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of Aizawa, curling them inside of him as he felt for his sweet spot.
"F-fuck, daddy, more." Aizawa moaned, pushing back against him and arching his back as All Might scissored him open, working him loose until he could fit a third finger in. His hands were so much bigger than Aizawa's, went deeper than his own could, and he was loving the stretch, though he wanted more. "Daddy, I'm ready. Please daddy, I need your cock inside me."

All Might groaned as he heard Aizawa begging, seeing how the man pushed his ass back into him and he couldn't resist anymore, taking his fingers out of him so he could lube his cock and press it against Aizawa's ass, pushing it inside of the man and staring in awe as the man pushed back to meet with him until he was buried deep inside of him.
"What a good boy, taking daddy's cock like a good slut, does it feel good baby?" All Might asked once he was buried balls deep inside of the younger man, watching him panting and grip the bedsheets strongly.
"Y-yes, feels so good daddy. So big." Aizawa moaned, dropping his head down on the bed once All Might loosened up his hold on his hair.

It didn't take long for the older hero to start fucking Aizawa in earnest, starting with slow but hard thrusts that sent him into the bed, moaning and clutching at the sheets as he pushed back into his thrusts.

"Faster, fuck, faster daddy." He begged, arching his back as All Might tugged on his hair, groaning when All Might sped up his thrusts and bucking his hips back to meet with his thrusts.
"Look at you, fucking yourself on daddy's cock, being a needy slut." All Might groaned, slamming into Aizawa and reaching around him to wrap his large hand around Aizawa's cock, stroking it slowly and smirking as he saw the gasp escape the man as he seemed torn between pushing back against his cock and into All Might's hand.
"Yeah, hnng...ah...'m daddy's slut." He moaned, trembling as he tugged on the sheets, scrunching them up as he clenched down around All Might's cock. "Fuck me harder daddy I'm..aaah...so close."

All Might wasn't doing much better, it had been a while since he last slept with anyone and Aizawa was...incredibly arousing, tensing around the large cock inside of him and begging All Might for more. The older man fucked him even harder, the whole bed moving with each thrust as his hips smacked against the man's ass, still stroking him slowly as he kissed down his shoulder.

"Fuck, fuck, daddy..." Aizawa grit out, pushing back against him and trying to fuck into All Might's hand. "Please, more hngg, let me..."
"Let you what?" All Might asked, stopping the movement of his hand while slamming even harder into Aizawa, seeing the frustration written plainly in the man's face as he pressed his forehead against the bed. "You have to ask properly if you want something from daddy."
"Please, daddy let me cum!" Aizawa cried out after a few more moments of that torturous pace, kept on the edge without being allowed to finish, moaning in relief when All Might started to move again.
"Good boy, you did great baby, cum for daddy." All Might whispered, speeding up the hand around Aizawa and feeling rewarded when the man cried out and clenched down around his cock as he spilled himself on All Might's hand.

The younger man cried out and arched his back as he finally came, toes curled and tensing up his whole body before relaxing and falling back on the bed, only being kept up by the man holding his hips up and still buried deep inside of him. He was breathing heavily as he looked back at him, cheeks pressed against the bed and looking to see the tall man still holding him and pulling back until Shouta reached back to stop him.

"Keep going," Aizawa whispered, face flushed and sweaty as he looked at All Might, seeing his shocked face, he gave him a tired smirk before clenching down around him on purpose, satisfied when he saw the man moan. "Come on, daddy, you should cum too. You can cum all over me."
"Fuck, Aizawa-kun." All Might groaned as he leaned forward, pushing inside of him and quickly re-starting the fast and hard pace he had before.
"Hmm that's it...keep using me until you cum, daddy," Aizawa said with a pleased smirk, letting out a soft whine as the man kept pushing against his sensitive prostate.

It didn't end quickly, All Might had always been rather proud of his stamina but with Aizawa moaning and calling out for him, calling him daddy and begging for him to cum on him kept urging him on. After a few more thrusts he was pushing deeper inside of Aizawa, staring down at him as he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge. It was so beautiful, to see the overstimulated mess that was Aizawa, trembling underneath him and gripping the bedsheets, unable to speak other than the occasional moan of 'daddy' and 'more' as All Might slammed into him, unable to get hard again but being assaulted by pleasure, feeling him tense and tighten around his cock.

He pulled away quickly, wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking off against Aizawa's ass, white strings of cum painting his backside as the blond groaned, grinding down against the brunet's ass as he rode off his orgasm before All Might moved back and sat down on the bed.

Aizawa dropped down on his side, looking down at him through lidded eyes as he tried to recover his breathing while very clearly trying to stay awake while All Might stood up to grab one of their dirty shirts.
"Your stamina is better than I thought," Aizawa spoke up, looking thankful as All Might wiped his back before throwing the shirt away, though just as he was getting comfortable and expecting All Might to join him he saw the man taking his clothes from the floor, he hadn't even noticed when he had taken off everything. "Where are you going?"
"Oh I...thought I should head home." He answered, pointing to the door and looking confused when he saw Aizawa's frown.
"You can do that...or you can stop being an idiot, leave those on the floor, and then come to bed with me." Aizawa pointed out, already making himself comfortable on the bed. "It's too late to walk home and we have work tomorrow. Come on."

All Might stared at him for a moment, looking shocked before breaking into a fond smile and slowly walking back to the bed laying down behind Aizawa and settling down for sleep.
"Goodnight daddy." He heard Aizawa say, and he could almost hear the smirk on his face, but the chuckle that came after All Might's groan was almost worth the embarrassment.

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Mirio pulled Tamaki close to him, the shy boy sitting on his lap and straddling him while clinging to his shoulders as they kissed. They were in Mirio's bed, supposed to be studying but had quickly gotten distracted which wasn't too unusual, but this had been the first time that Tamaki had been the one to kiss him first and had climbed on Mirio's lap without having to be pulled by the blond boy.

It had been surprising, to say the least, but Mirio knew that he could get in this kind of moods every once in a while and he was definitely not going to complain as he ran one hand up Tamaki's back and tangled the other one in his hair to pull him close and deepened the kiss. He could feel the bulge pressed against his stomach, his own pants growing tighter as he felt something a lot longer and thicker join Tamaki's hands on his waist, the chilly tentacles quickly slipping under Mirio's shirt and tickling him lightly.

"S-sorry, did that feel w-weird?" Tamaki stopped when he heard the giggle from Mirio, looking a bit panicked.
"No! No, sorry it just tickled a bit, it's fine." Mirio grinned, leaning in to kiss Tamaki again and raising his hands to take off his shirt. "I'm perfectly fine."
"O-oh, okay." Tamaki nodded, still looking hesitant until Mirio closed the distance between them and kissed him again.

Clothes went flying everywhere, Mirio didn't take long to getting used to the feeling of tentacles against his naked skin, the suckers sticking to his skin before letting go and wrapping up around him again. It was always thrilling whenever Tamaki got like this, it almost felt like he was surrounded in every sense. Which must be really the point, Tamaki wasn't the type to be possessive or jealous but every so often he got this urge to have him, to remind himself that Mirio was his and only his and Mirio was happy to comply.

The black-haired boy pulled away from the kiss for a moment, tugging the rest of his clothes off and pulling Mirio down on top of him.
"Off." He whispered, one long tentacle sticking to the elastic of his boxers, but before Mirio could reach down to take off his pants he felt a think and wet tentacle slipping inside of his underwear, between his legs until it could wrap around his thighs and squeeze. A second later Mirio felt his pants ripping after two other tentacles joined the first and tugged on the cloths.

"I could have permeated through that you know?" Mirio joked, grinning at the sheepish look on Tamaki's face. "And now you're way too dressed up!"
"M-Maybe you should..do something about it, t-then," Tamaki answered, and immediately felt like he was only embarrassing himself, about to take it all back when he felt a pair of lips against his effectively shutting him up.
"Maybe I should!" Mirio told him with a smile as he broke the kiss, tugging Tamaki's underwear down while the raven let the tentacles he'd manifested wrap around Mirio, one wrapped around each thigh, another one going up his back to his shoulder, two wrapped around his waist, and two completely normal hands pressed against his chest.

The little suction cups were tugging at his skin everywhere, and Mirio could barely keep his eyes off of Tamaki when the boy sighed and swallowed harshly.
This wasn't the first time they'd done something like this, and Mirio had asked him if he felt good before, Tamaki had hidden his face in Mirio's chest back then while he explained that they were all sensory organs, that he could taste the arousal in Mirio, could feel everything cranked up to 11 with the tentacles. He hadn't really used those words but that was what the blond had gotten out of that explanation and it lead to round two almost right away.

"M-Mirio, aah," It didn't take much for Tamaki to be a mess, trembling in his arms as the long attachments rubbed themselves all over Mirio, and the blond wasn't doing much better. Kissing Tamaki, teeth clanging together and tongues twirling and twisting against each other, for a moment he was almost jealous of Tamaki's power, wishing he had a hundred more arms just so he could touch the boy all over.

Mirio looked down at Tamaki as he broke the kiss, taking the lube in his hand and working Tamaki open as he felt one tentacle move up his chest and nudging at his jawline. He slowly turned to press a kiss to the appendage, grinning at the choked gasp from Tamaki as he pushed a finger inside of him.

The wiggling member pushed back against his lips, and Mirio didn't need to be told twice before opening his mouth and feeling it slide inside of him. Tamaki whined as he watched the scene above of him, Mirio had his eyes closed as the tentacle pushed further into his mouth, filling his mouth while Mirio sucked and ran his tongue over the ridges and suction cups. It looked filthy, the way his cheeks were bulging and his mouth wrapped around the thick tentacle, and Tamaki could only squirm as he felt the thick fingers around him, the manifested limbs extra sensitive as he felt the feedback from Mirio's own arousal couple with the feeling of Mirio's mouth and tongue on him.

The feelings were almost overwhelming as he arched his back, suddenly feeling how full he was, somehow Mirio had added two more fingers, the feeling not quite lost but numbed with how many things were going through Tamaki's mind.
"M-Mirio." The raven moaned, pushing back against him and wrangling the tentacle off of Mirio's mouth and moved it lower, sliding between his cheeks and teasing at his entrance. "I need..."
"I know," Mirio whispered, sending shivers down Tamaki's spine as he heard how hoarse and destroyed his voice sounded. Tamaki sat up, watching as Mirio kissed down his chest and settling down between Tamaki's legs.

Mirio slipped inside of Tamaki in one smooth motion, being nudged by the tendrils and leaning down to kiss at Tamaki's shoulders, fucking into him. The tentacles around him pushing him harder and deeper inside the boy underneath him, drawing him in while the boy clenched down around him.

"Hnng is that.." Mirio felt the tentacle that had been rubbing against his ass pushing against his entrance, glancing back and smirking as he put an arm on Tamaki's hip. He looked up to Tamaki with a grin, kissing over his jawline and biting down as one of the tentacles around his chest moved up to wrap around his neck.

"S-Sorry I didn't..." Tamaki started, though Mirio didn't let him continue, thrusting into him harshly and feeling satisfied when Tamaki moaned loudly.

The tendril around his neck tightened around him for a second, suctions cups sticking and tugging on his skin until he felt the tip pressed against his lips, rubbing against his lips and he glanced at Tamaki as he opened his mouth and took the boy's appendage in his mouth, drinking in the moans from the other boy as he sucked around him.
"Y-you're aahnng shameless..." Tamaki gasped, watching the tendril slowly moving into Mirio's mouth. Feeling almost overwhelmed at all the feelings surrounding him.

For his part, Mirio almost choked when he felt the foreign limb press into him, stopping the motions of his tongue around the tentacle in his mouth as he focused on the foreign feeling of being filled while he had his cock buried deep inside of Tamaki.
After certain point he lost count of how many tentacles-arms, Tamaki had said they were technically arms but Mirio had never been able to see them as anything other than tentacles- Tamaki had manifested, but he could feel one buried deep inside him thrusting in and out of him, one wrapped around his neck and currently fucking into his throat, one wrapped around his hips pushing him into Tamaki at the pace the raven-haired boy wanted and countless others wrapped around his whole body, squeezing, tasting, enveloping him.

Just looking at his boyfriend he could see he was quickly being overwhelmed, the feeling of being surrounded by Mirio, tasking his skin and his mouth, burying himself in the blond's ass while being filled by the other's thick cock. Moaning loudly and trying to keep his eyes on the blood the whole time, seeing how wrecked he looked, knowing that he was the only one that could do this for Mirio.

The blond moaned around Tamaki's tentacle as he tensed up, trembling as he came long and hard, permeating to get one arm free and jerking Tamaki off as he sucked on the boy's tendril, gagging lightly when the cold tendril pushed down his throat and choked him, opening his eyes and looking at the other boy through lidded eyes, seeing how destroyed Tamaki looked, panting and flushed, hair sticking to his forehead, one hand pressed against his mouth as he moaned loudly. The tentacle moved away from his mouth, only the small tip pressed against his lips as the boy arched against him, soft moans and begging for Mirio as he finally let go. Long white striped hitting Mirio's chest.

The tentacles slowly started to untangle from around him, leaving him to catch himself on his arms before he could fall and fall on Tamaki, seeing the exhausted look on his boyfriend's face and carefully laying down on his side.
A few seconds later the two were laying side by side, Tamaki fighting to catch his breath and smiling softly as Mirio placed soft kisses over his face.

"That was fun, want to tell me what brought it up?" Mirio asked with a soft smile, brushing the black hair away from Tamaki's face.
"No...I just wanted to." Tamaki whispered, slowly opening his eyes and smiling over at Mirio when he saw the bright smile on his face. At least until he saw the many, many suction marks covering Mirio.

"Oh, no.." He whispered, hiding his face. "You...you're all...covered in...oh no."
Mirio laughed and pulled Tamaki close, letting the boy hide against his chest.
"It's fine, I'll get some help from Recovery girl, she never complains," Mirio reassured him, patting his hair softly.
"...never?" Tamaki asked.
"She helps when you get bitey too! And the last time we tried this..." Mirio never got to finish, stopped by a pillow to the face.

Chapter Text

Oboro was a master at making Shouta fall apart. Whether he knew it or not didn't matter, he was just that type of person, overenthusiastic and eager to make others happy, especially his friends and especially Shouta. And it didn't help that deep down there was a mischievous side of him that enjoyed making the black-haired boy lose his cool.

It wasn't like he could really help himself when his best friend was so cute, they had been hanging out in Oboro's room finishing some homework and preparing for exams, Shouta leaning close to look at Oboro's notes and pointing out some mistakes and one moment later the white-haired boy was kissing him deeply. Pushing the notebooks away and pulling Shouta close to him, only getting some token protests from him as he moved them away from the small table and towards the bed until the black-haired boy was sitting on his lap, one knee on either side of him and wrapping his arms around Oboro's neck.

Clothes were the first to go, Oboro taking off Shouta's shirt and kissing down his neck, trailing wet kisses down his torso and enjoying his time while Shouta ran a hand through his hair.
"Will you just hurry it up? We have work to do Oboro." Shouta sighed, tugging on his hair grumpily as Oboro moved his lips lower, moving his lips over the horizontal scars on his chest, trying not to grin as he saw the blush on Shouta's cheeks. "Hnng...stop that."
"Nope, you need to relax and I know exactly how to do that." He grins at him, going back to kissing the boy's chest before pushing him down on the bed and climbing on top of him.

Oboro made good on his promise, slowly kissing at Shouta's skin and getting him naked on his bed and working his way down his body, spreading his legs and kissing over his thighs, looking up at the boy and meeting his eye as he ran his hands up his thighs, spitting on his middle fingers before rubbing them over the slit. Grinning at Shouta as he was pulled back up for a hungry kiss, letting the boy tug him down as he ran his fingers over his entrance, feeling how wet he was getting. In between kissing and touching the boy, he managed to slide one finger inside of him, teasing at his insides and swallowing the gasps and hums that Shouta let out against his lips.

"How does that feel?" Oboro asked as he twisted his fingers inside of Shouta after moving away from the kissing, leaning on his elbow and hovering over Shouta as he watched the boy, looking unfairly collected in comparison to his lover.
"Hnng" Shouta groaned as he pushed his head back against the bed, sweat starting to form over his forehead, eyes falling closed as he gripped the sheet underneath him refusing to let even one word escape him, knowing just how breathy he would sound.
"Shouta! You have to tell me if it feels good! otherwise, how will I know?" Oboro grinned as he pushed his three fingers deeper inside him, curling them slightly and rubbing against the walls of his cunt.
"Fuck!" Shouta cried out, arching his back on the bed and trying to close his legs, only to have Oboro pushing them further apart. "Fuck...you ass...you know.."
"Oh! Well when you do that sure, but otherwise...you're just so quiet." Oboro pouted, though he seemed to get over that pretty quickly, leaning down to peck Shouta's lips and continue rubbing the tip of his fingers against Shouta's walls. His eyes never leaving the boy's face while Shouta moaned and twisted his hands on the bed.

"You're so pretty Shouta, even prettier when you admit to what you want," Oboro told him with a grin, moving his fingers in and out slowly, his thumb brushing against his clit without giving him enough contact. "Come on, Shou-ta."
"Hnng I want...you...to shut up." Shouta managed to get out, closing his eyes and bending his legs as he looked towards Oboro, bucking his hips into him until the cloud-maker pushed him down.

"So mean! But...if you want me to shut up..." He smirked, moving down Shouta's body and flopping down on his stomach, pulling Shouta closer bu the legs and guiding them so his legs were over his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around his thighs, leaning in to press his tongue inside of Shouta, closing his eyes as he tasted the boy.
"Fuck!" Shouta moaned, toes curling as Oboro fucked him with his tongue, the arms around his thighs keeping his legs from closing around his head.

The boy was eating him out expertly, without hesitation and looking like he was loving every second as he pulled his tongue out of Shouta's cunt and pressing his tongue flat against Shouta's clit as the black-haired boy grind down against him before flicking his tongue against him, hearing the strangled whines from his boyfriend and feeling a pair of hands tangling in his hair and tugging him closer. He carefully unwrapped one arm from around Shouta's thigh, instead going back to fucking him with his fingers while sucking on Shouta's clit, slurping around him and thrusting his fingers in and out of him.
Shouta gasped as he tugged on Oboro's hair, bucking into his mouth as his legs started to shake, toes curling against the boy's shirt and heat pooling on his stomach as the other boy sped up the movements of his fingers.

"I'm...I'm going to.." He moaned, arching his back and closing his eyes as spots started to dance around his vision...only to suddenly find himself cold and frustrated when Oboro pulled away from him, smirking over at him as he pressed his face against Shouta's thighs. "What the..."
"Hm? What's that? Did you want to cum?" Oboro asked, and if it wasn't for the pink lips and the slick sticking to his chin and lips one could almost call the look he had on "innocent" as he pressed gentle kisses to Shouta's trembling thighs.
"Hnng" Shouta groaned, dropping down on the bed as he tried to recover his breath. "I hate you."
"No you don't, you just hate to admit what you want which is not healthy! Now, come on just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." Oboro tells him lightly, trailing kisses up his thigh until he was kissing everywhere but where Shouta wanted him to.
"N-No." Shouta mumbled, face burning red, realizing pretty quickly that he'd made the wrong choice as Oboro moved to run his tongue over his slit pushing inside and waiting until Shouta was moaning again to stop.

And he continued that way, eating him out and running his tongue against his clit, fingers digging into Shouta's thighs and burying himself on his pussy until he could feel Shouta trembling or moaning, not trusting the boy to warn him anymore if he was going to cum. Shouta was quickly growing desperate, bucking into Oboro and crying out whenever the boy stopped until he was whining and trembling against him. Oboro took one long look at him, grinning as he pulled away from him, letting his legs fall down on the bed before climbing on top of him and kissing him softly, his lips surprisingly gentle as they coaxed Shouta to kiss him back. Soft lips moving against chapped and dry ones, teeth nipping on Shouta's lower lip as he sucked it into his mouth, drawing more noises from the black-haired boy as he tasted himself in Oboro's mouth.

"Ask me," Oboro whispered against his lips, looking incredibly intense as they locked eyes, seeing the aroused look and the flushed cheeks on his boyfriend with a hint of satisfaction but he was still intimately aware of the stubborn glint in the dark eyes.
"You're annoying," Shouta said instead, gasping when Oboro leaned down to kiss at his neck, biting down before lapping at the tender skin with his tongue, sucking down and running a hand through his hair as Shouta was left unable to recover his breath, trying to buck his hips into Oboro for any touch or friction, feeling empty and cold as he was left like that.
"Stubborn...I guess I'll have to draw it out of you." Oboro hummed as he ran his hands down Shouta's body. "I'll have you begging soon enough."

There was a sassy comment on Shouta's tongue, trying to tell him that he would like to see him try, only to need to press his hand to his mouth as Oboro pressed a couple of fingers inside of him without any warning, the palm of his hand just over his clit as he curled his fingers inside of the boy. Shouta had to close his eyes at that point, pressing his palm down firmly so he wouldn't be too loud, not wanting to give in just yet.

Oboro seemed more than eager to rise to that challenge though, the wet squelch filling the room as Oboro thrust his fingers inside of him, rubbing the inside of his walls when he saw the reactions he was getting and creating enough friction with the palm of his hand that would send sparks of pleasure up his boyfriend's spine. He knew Shouta was having a hard time trying to keep his composure, he had been so close to the edge before and it took almost nothing to have him back to where he was, gasping and holding back his moans, trying to keep his hips pressed down against the bed instead of bucking into Oboro's hand.

"Hnnshit." Shouta gasped, hoping that if he didn't warn Oboro this time he would get to cum. Of course, it almost felt like he was reading his mind though since Oboro pulled away just as he was beginning to feel the buildup of pleasure around him, and then the bastard had the balls to smirk at him and continue moving his fingers in a scissoring motion, not enough to push him over but enough to keep him desperate and loose.

"You absolute..." Shouta groaned, hitting the bed and pushing at Oboro's shoulders, fully planning to leave and finish himself off.
"Nuh-huh, you were going to end the fun before it started! Naughty Shouta." Oboro tsked, eyes gleaming as he caught the flustered look on Shouta's eyes and he beamed, still stroking him slowly. "Naughty, naughty Shouta, you're actually enjoying this aren't you?"
"Of course not," Shouta tried to deny it, but the way he was avoiding Oboro's eyes and the flush on his face told him otherwise.
"You are!" Oboro looked so excited, it was like talking with a puppy and Shouta was about to push him away but Oboro was having none of it.

He pushed Shouta down, raising his legs to wrap around his waist and leaving the black-haired man completely helpless as he was pinned down.
"You should have told me. I would make you feel so good if you only told me how you want it." Oboro told him, guiding his own cock against Shouta's entrance, rubbing himself against his slit, the head of his dick teasing at his clit.
"At least put a condom on, asshole." Shouta pouted, staring down at him as Oboro chuckled. He didn't take long to put a condom around himself, and Shouta was about to ask him to hurry up and fuck him when he felt the head of his cock pressed against his cunt. Oboro smirked as he heard the choked moan from the boy underneath him as he slowly pushed inside of him.

Shouta threw his head back in pleasure, feeling how Oboro was splitting him open, sliding inside of him easily with how loose and dripping wet the boy was after all the teasing he'd endured, but even then Oboro took his time pushing inside in little thrusts until he was bottoming out, looking down at Shouta and running his hands from his hips up to his chest.

"Still not going to ask?" Oboro asked, but he was starting to look affected too, panting as he tried to stay still inside of Shouta. "I could let you cum now if you were to ask."
"Hnng O-Oboro." Shouta groaned, trying to buck his hips back into him to get him to move, clenching around him to try and tempt him to continue but only succeeding in making Oboro groan and push deeper inside while still refusing to move.
"Hng, fu...." Oboro gasped, moving back before pushing into Shouta again, leaning closer and pressing his forehead against Shouta's shoulder as he gave shallow thrusts inside of him, unable to help himself. "Shouta..."
"Fuck!" Shouta moaned and arched up into Oboro and curling his toes as the white-haired boy started to move, wrapping his arms around him and digging his nails into the boy's back.

Oboro had to remind himself to be careful after a moment, slowing down since he didn't want to finish too quickly and he wanted to enjoy watching Shouta losing himself. Staring down at him as he rolls his hips into him, trying to control himself instead of letting go the way he wanted to.
They went on like that for who knew how long, every time Shouta seemed to get close to cumming Oboro would stop and lean down to kiss him softly, turning his pace from fast and rough to sweet and gentle, no longer giving him enough to get off, just peppering kisses over the flushed skin, or barely rolling his hips into Shouta and sucking a million hickeys against his neck and shoulders.

By the time Oboro had Shouta sitting on his lap, arms loosely wrapped around his waist and watching him as he bucked his hips up into him, the black-haired teen was a complete mess too, sweat was making his hair stick to his forehead and cheeks and the usually pale porcelain of his skin had gone red, peppered with quickly darkening purple marks all over his chest and neck that would be impossible to hide, his lips were swollen from kissing and he kept it open as he panted. Soft gasps and whines escaping from him, keeping his eyes focused on Oboro, half-lidded and dark with pleasure as he ran he clung to the other boy.
Oboro wasn't doing much better, he was starting to feel himself tethering over the edge, so close to his own orgasm but not wanting to let go just yet. But it didn't help that Shouta was absolutely gorgeous as he bounced on his lap, one of Oboro's hand running up and down his back while the other remained on his hips.

"Shouta...if you asked I'd let you cum, you know, stop being stubborn," Oboro whispered, leaning in closer as Shouta pulled him in for another hungry kiss, both of them panting and moaning against the other, sloppy and filthy, showing just how out of control they had gotten.

If Shouta didn't have dry eyes, Oboro would be almost sure he would be crying in desperation by now. "Four words, that's all you got to say."
Shouta whined as Oboro pressed his fingers against his clit, causing him to arch his back and tremble against him, and that seemed to be it for him, Shouta grinds down against him, pushing Oboro down on the bed as he continued riding him with growing desperation.

"Please, please Oboro let me cum," Shouta begged, closing his eyes as he pressed his hands on Oboro's chest to keep his pace steady, not seeing the adoring look on the cloud-maker's face as he bucked his hips up into him.
"Anything for you Shouta." He whispered as he reached over between them to rub at his clit, bucking up into even harder as he stopped holding back. "Cum for me darling."

It didn't take long for Shouta to stutter in his movements, pushing himself down to bury Oboro's cock deep inside of him and trembling in his lap as he grinds down against him desperately when he was finally, blessedly, allowed to cum, arching his back as his hips moved almost on their own against Oboro as he finally came, riding out his orgasm against Oboro's hand before dropping down against his chest.

"That was fun wasn't it? I've never seen you cum that hard." Oboro laughed as he wrapped his arms around Shouta, ignoring his own erection still buried deep inside him.
"Hnng, I hate you so much." Shouta groaned as he hid his face in Oboro's neck, twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "You're a sadist."
"I am not! Besides, you liked it don't try and deny it." Oboro said brightly and kissed the boy's shoulders, running his hands up and down his back and breathing him in.
"You haven't finished yet," Shouta mentioned softly, pressing his forehead against Oboro's and clenching down against him. "You can continue."

Oboro snorted and pulled him closer, holding him close and slamming up into Shouta, and after so long keeping himself under control to mess with Shouta it didn't take too much for him to finish inside of his boyfriend after a couple of thrusts, staying like that for a moment before dropping down on the bed. Staying there as Shouta got off of him so he could take off the condom and tying the end before throwing it to the trash.

"Hmm, that was awesome." Oboro grinned as he laid down on the bed and opened his arms for Shouta once he was done, only to have them slapped to the side.
"No, come on we have to study." Shouta told him with a roll of his eyes.
"Noooo, come on, just a little cuddling, please." Oboro pouted, reaching to grab Shouta's hand and pulling him close, grinning when Shouta sighed defeatedly and moved closer.
"You're going to make us fail." Shouta sighed, letting Oboro hold him close and cuddling close.

Chapter Text

"Are you sure about this?" Shinsou asked for what had to be the thousandth time since Izuku had brought up the subject of the purple-haired boy using his quirk during sex. He was understandably reluctant at first and Izuku was very close to telling him to forget it before he finally agreed.
"I'm sure, I trust you," Midoriya told him with a grin from his spot on the bed, his smile freezing on his face as Shinsou took control of him.

His face was smoothed out in a neutral expression now, eyes empty as he stared right ahead and Shinsou felt a shiver go down his spine. It still didn't feel right to order Midoriya to do too much but they'd talked about limits before, and Midoriya had wanted to test his quirk under more...strenuous circumstances.

Taking a deep breath, Shinsou took a step forward, looking at the greenette and clearing his throat.
"Stand up." He ordered, watching as Midoriya obeyed without any hesitation. Standing in front of Shinsou while he went to sit on the bed instead.

"Turn around to face me."

Midoriya turned around, arms pressed to his side and empty eyes meeting his own as he comes to stand in front of him, waiting for his next order. Shinsou stared at him for a moment too long, hesitation mixed with excitement and arousal as he considered the boy in front of him.

"Strip. Slowly."

Steady hands went up to slowly unbutton his shirt, far calmer and less anxious than he usually was whenever they messed around with each other. He let the shirt slide off his shoulders before letting it drop to the floor, still staring straight ahead while Shinsou stared at his bare chest. He was always pleasantly surprised by how muscular Midoriya was, sculpted abs and pecs, bulging arms and broad shoulders that he knew could easily benchpress him and half of their classmates without breaking a sweat.

He took a deep breath as Midoriya reached for his pants, unbuckling his belt and opening up his pants. The boy wasn't even making it sexy, it wasn't really a strip tease but a slow and almost mechanical movement as he undid his pants. There was no embarrassment as he tugged his pants down or any expression at all but unlike before, Shinsou didn't seem to mind that too much anymore.

"Stop, leave your boxers on."

And just like that Midoriya was stopping, going back to standing straight in front of Shinsou in only his boxers. He was breathing evenly, and the only hint of arousal was the bulge in Midoriya's boxers. Now that he had the boy almost naked he was at a loss though, staring at him for a moment before leaning back on the bed. He knew he couldn't reach out to touch Midoriya, not without risking him breaking free of his control and even if Midoriya wanted to be put back under he wanted to see how far he could go without breaking the brainwashing.

"Take my clothes off."

In the silence of the room, his voice almost seemed to echo, and he knew that Midoriya was hearing his voice deep into his mind.
The boy moved closer to him, kneeling down between Shinsou's legs and reaching up to loosen his tie, taking it off first before moving his hands down to the shirt's buttons. Suddenly Shinsou felt so, so thankful that he had Midoriya under his control, that the boy had to do whatever he asked without making any comments about the pink blotches over his cheeks as the green-haired boy leaned close to take off his clothes.

Shinsou stared down at the blank look on Midoriya's face, the calloused fingers barely touching his skin as the boy slowly opened up his shirt shivering as his shirt was pulled off delicately, the boy was barely even touching him despite how close they were.

"Stop. Touch me."

The fact that his voice barely stuttered surprised him, especially as he felt the hands go from sliding his shirt off of his arms and move up to his shoulders, the strong and calloused fingers brushing over his shoulders and tracing his collarbone before moving lower. It felt weird, with how stiff Midoriya was as he ran his hands down Shinsou's chest, taking his time before he reached the pants stopping just above his waistband and waiting for the next order. The one that did make Shinsou hesitate, face burning as he looked over at Midoriya's slack face, standing up from the bed and staring down at the boy.

"Take my pants off."

Midoriya reached up to undo his pants, not even blinking when Shinsou's cock sprung out from his underwear, and lowering them down without any complaint or problem and letting his hands fall to his knees once he was done.

"Stand up."

The second he spoke Midoriya was standing up and staring at Shinsou, though he was still a few inches shorter and staring at his neck instead of his face.

"Kiss me."

A pair of lips pressed against him, and even with the mind control he could feel Midoriya's usual enthusiasm as they kissed, the boy's hands going up to tangle on the purple hair and pulling Shinsou closer while Shinsou stayed still so he wouldn't break him free. Kissing back as much as he could while almost melting against the boy's strong hold.

He realized pretty quickly that he'd really messed up, since Midoriya wouldn't stop kissing him until he was ordered to stop and he couldn't exactly get enough time to get an order out before Midoriya was pressing their lips together again, tongue pushing into Shinsou's mouth and pulling him closer. Eventually, he had to push him back, but it was enough to shake him out of his control.

Just because he was free of his control didn't mean he stopped kissing Shinsou though, if anything he got more aggressive tugging on the purple hair and pulling him closer until Shinsou could push him away.

"Izuku, Izuku stop." He gasped, looking down at Midoriya when the boy finally pulled away, staring at him and looking almost drunk. "Is everything still okay?"
"Yes, god yes, that...I can feel everything? It's like...like I'm just watching my body move, it's good." Midoriya admitted, grinning at him and grinding against him. "I'd like to continue if you're okay with it too. It feels...nice."
"How far should I go?" He asked, running his hands down Midoriya's hips.
"All the..." Before Midoriya could even finish that thought Shinsou had control of him again, face going blank once more as he dropped his hands and stepped back.

"Take off your underwear."

The All Might stamped boxers fell to the floor, and now Shinsou could see how hard he'd gotten, it was getting harder to control himself let alone control someone else so he didn't waste any time in reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing the lube from the drawer.

"Get on the bed, lay down on your back and spread your legs."

The moment the words passed his mouth Midoriya was going to the bed, laying down on his back and waiting patiently.
Shinsou looked over towards him, squirting some lube on his hand and spreading it on his cock before moving closer to Midoriya, spreading the leftover lube over his thighs before pressing them together.

"Keep them like this, don't move."

He raised Midoriya's legs, still pressed together and letting them lean against his chest as he pressed his lubed up cock between them. Holding his legs as he started to thrust against him, catching sight of the head of his cock peeking in every so often and staring down at the still form of Midoriya. He let his eyes roam over his chest, biting his lips as another command formed in his mind.

"Touch yourself. Start with the chest, stop at the nipples."

The boy was obeying his every whim, no expression on his face but he was starting to turn red, and he was starting to breathe heavily as he ran his hands down his chest, and Shinsou let his eyes follow them as he touched his nipples, twisting them between this fingers and letting out a whimper as he stayed there, and it took a lot out of Shinsou not to reach down and do it himself, it was getting harder not to slam into the tight heat between Midoriya's legs and he knew he wouldn't take long to lose himself.

"Lower...keep touching lower and...fuck..jerk off."

Midoriya's hands trailed lower, the boy was breathing heavily as Shinsou fucked into his thighs, quickly losing control and feeling the links between his mind and Midoriya's fray. It wouldn't take long before he lost control over the green-haired boy, and he had only managed this far because the other wasn't trying to escape either.

But the moment Midoriya took himself in hand, with one harsh thrust from Shinsou, he felt the last string snap, the light slowly coming back to Midoriya's eyes as he blinked awake. Staring at his boyfriend on top of him, hugging his thighs and humping against them, his hand moving almost on its own accord as he jerked off and let out a moan.

"Fuu...Hitoshi." Midoriya moaned, closing his eyes and arching into him.

That seemed to be it for Shinsou, letting out a whine and gripping the legs against him as he pushed into him, biting on his lower lip and grinding against him until he could see the head of his cock on the other side of Midoriya's thighs.

His cum splattered against Midoriya's thighs and his hand as the other boy continued to jerk himself off, letting out soft moans as he continued, and now that he didn't have to worry about snapping him out of it Shinsou ran his hands over his thighs until he saw the boy arch up.

A few minutes later the two of them were laying side by side, tired and spent after the night and trading lazy kisses as they laid on the bed.

"You got all the info you needed?" Shinsou asked softly, his hand playing with the green curls as he pressed another kiss to the boy's cheek.
"Hmm I don't know, I might need a repeat performance." Midoriya teased, nuzzling close when he heard the scoff from the taller boy.
"Alright but next time you'll be the one using your quirk with me. I'm curious about the black whip." He smirked in response, though he had to try hard not to laugh when he saw the embarrassed blush on the boy's face coupled with the look of curiosity shining in his eyes.

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Shouta had been difficult the whole day, not only had he been extra cranky the whole day but he'd been taking it out on either his students, working them harder than he usually would, but he had been nasty with his boyfriend too. Small comments about his teaching methods, his eating habits or even the way that he was grading the children, and even if it wasn't particularly new to have the younger man criticizing him there usually was an underlying tone of fondness that seemed a bit too harsh as of late.
Toshinori had tried to understand at first, wondering what had brought that on and if he had maybe done something wrong that caused him to get angry but he couldn't really think of anything, but when he tried asking Mic only to have the man laughing and slapping his back.

"He just needs some attention man! When was the last time you two got some time alone?" Mic had asked, and he looked even more amused when Toshinori coughed, he handed the taller blond a handkerchief, letting him recover but still obviously waiting for an answer.
"Not that long! We...that is to say...we're often.." Toshinori stuttered, trying to explain but only getting a knowing look from Yamada.
"Ah, he's wearing you out huh?" He asked, causing Toshinori to sigh and after a beat he gave a nod. "Well...okay, here's what you have to do..."

The plan seemed a little too much for Toshinori at first, since they had never talked about doing anything like that before but he remembered the first time the two had slept together, how Shouta had teased and moaned louder and more desperate the harder he fucked him and he definitely preferred it when his touch was rougher.

He still got hard just by remembering the way Shouta moaned "daddy" while writhing on his bed.

So despite his hesitance at the beginning, he decided to give it a try that night as he joined Shouta in their room. He was very calm as he stared at him as the man threw his capture weapon on the floor and then taking out his jumpsuit and continued to rant about something his students did or said for a while until Toshinori had to stop him.

"Shouta." He called over, sitting down on the edge of the bed and staring at him, almost wilting when the red-eyed glare was turned on him.
"What!" The man growled crossing his arms. "I'm not in the mood for whatever nonsense you have planned. And I don't want to hear anything..."
"I don't want to hear it either, so shut up," Toshinori ordered, feeling some satisfaction at the shocked look on Aizawa's face, speaking up again before Shouta could get angrier. "You've been overly rude all day, all week even, and I won't let you continue like that."
"What are you..." Shouta asked, watching as Toshinori stood up and grabbed his face.

Toshinori leaned down, kissing him deeply while holding him back when Shouta tried to move closer moving his hand so he was grabbing at his hair, tugging on it and watching as Shouta gasped and leaned into him, his eyes slowly glazing over.

"You've been a very bad boy this week. Pushing all my buttons." Toshinori growled, tugging harder and drawing a yelp from Shouta. "I think...you deserve a punishment.

Shouta stared at him, reaching up to grab at Toshinori's hand as the man took a step back towards the bed, following after him until the taller man let go and sat back down on the bed. It didn't last long though since he was soon tugged down to sit next to Toshinori and then pulled right across his lap.

"Wait..." Shouta tried, gripping the man's pants while the blond tugged his boxers down.
"I told you, you deserve a punishment. I think we should start with 15, what do you think, can you take that?" Toshinori asked, his long hand stroking over his ass as he waited for the response, looking down at the black-haired man as he felt him squirm in his lap.
"Y-yeah." Shouta nodded, gripping at Toshinori's pants and yelping at the pinch the man gave him.
"Yes, what?" Toshinori asked.
"Yes, daddy!" Shouta corrected as he tried to stay still as Toshinori kept him bent over his knee.

Toshinori let out a sigh as he heard that, running his hand over the round ass as he looked down at him, any previous hesitation absolutely disappearing as he looked down at him, seeing the way Shouta had stopped struggling and immediately changed his attitude the moment he had him over his knee. And he had to wonder if maybe this had been something he needed since the beginning.

"Count them out loud, if you stop I'll add another five. Understood?" Toshinori asked.
"Yes, daddy," Shouta answered, already bracing himself.
"What do you say if you need to stop?" Toshinori asked at last.
"Yellow slow down, and Red for stop." He said as he took a deep breath and almost as soon as he spoke Toshinori raised his hand before letting it drop with a loud smack against Shouta's ass.

"One!" The man yelped, gripping the clothes underneath him as he tried to stay still.

Toshinori looked down as he raised his hand again, smacking down against him again, getting another yelp as Shouta let out a "two".
With each smack, he could see the previously pale skin growing red, at first with very clear marks of his hand on Shouta's skin, before it stopped being so well defined and instead just looked almost completely red and he could only imagine how sore Shouta was going to be Tomorrow.

"Which one is this one baby?" Toshinori asked, running his hand over the reddened skin, simply stroking him for a moment since he hadn't heard Shouta counting the last one.
"11...no, 12." Shouta shook his head, dropping his forehead against Toshinori's thigh.
"Tsk, tsk, you lost count...are you distracted baby?" Toshinori asked, "I'm going to have to add another 5, to bring you back. And since we still have another 4 I think we should round up to 25."
"S-Sorry, sir," Shouta whispered, squirming on his lap until Toshinori could feel the hard and leaking cock pressed against his thigh with some smugness.
"Count them then. Out loud." Toshinori ordered, running his hand down to Shouta's thighs.

The big hand went down and slapped just below his ass and to his thighs, starting with slow slaps, watching the skin go red again. But eventually, he just couldn't stop himself, bringing down multiple smacks one right after another and barely giving Shouta enough time to catch his breath before he could finish counting them.

"I can't hear you." Toshinori growled, watching the man on his lap cry out and taking in deep and shaky breath, toes curling and uncurling as Toshinori turned his touch gentler as he moved his hand up Shouta's spine.
"I'm...sorry," Shouta gasped.
"Color?" Toshinori asked when Shouta didn't continue, still keeping his touch soft on the man's skin.
"G-green, it's 18." He gasped, moving closer to Toshinori and grinding down against him.
"Good, we'll go to 30, can you take that much baby?" The older man asked carefully, waiting for Shouta's nod and feeling him nod before letting his hand fall down on his ass, the loud smack resounding in the room accompanied with the moan from the black-haired man.

By the time Toshinori stopped, running a large palm over the sore skin, looking at his boyfriend and seeing the way he was shaking a sobbing on his lap. They had both lost count of how many strikes Toshinori gave him, all he could see was the angry red on his ass and thighs, feeling the wet spot against his pants as Aizawa grind down against him.

"Shhh, it's all okay now baby, deep breaths," Toshinori told him gently, brushing his fingers over the shaking thighs, wrapping his other arm around Shouta as the man sobbed against his arm. "You've done so well, you deserve a reward, right baby?"
"Y-yes, yes, please, I.." Shouta gasped as he grabbed at Toshinori's shirt and grind down against his thighs.
"Shh, shh, I know, it's okay," Toshinori whispered as he held on to him, letting Shouta hump against his thighs and staring as the man shook, thrusting against him and moaning until Toshinori felt the wet spot on his pants growing as Shouta's thrusts stuttered and he buried his face against Toshinori's chest.

Shouta stayed there for a moment, small shivers still wrecking through his body as he caught his breath, letting Toshinori pick him up and flinching when he sat him up.
"Let's take care of that now, shall we?" Toshinori grinned, seeing how tame Shouta was now, leaning against him and melting against him with a soft hum as he held him close, picking him up so they could go get a bath together.

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In their line of work, it wasn't completely unheard of to come across different types of dangerous drugs. During the last 5 years of working underground, Aizawa had had to deal with Trigger, many of its variants, quirk retardant drugs, hallucinogens, stimulants, depressants. You name it, he'd dealt with it and the gangs dealing with them far more than he had with big villains with flashy quirks. It was why he was one of the first heroes called when a new drug hit the streets, an aphrodisiac drug that had been used in many clubs as a new date-rape drug.

It was during one of his investigations that he came into contact with the drug, it had been a stupid mistake and after handing over the culprit to the police and assuring them he was fine he had to hurry home and make a decision fast. He could either ask for help from his roommate/best friend who he had an embarrassing crush on or go to the hospital and ride it out with some IV help and hopefully, sleep through the worst but that would be uncomfortable and he didn't really want to explain to a stranger what happened.

So, roommate.

It was risky, but the two had been friends for long enough that he was sure Hizashi would help him without minding too much, and while he wasn't 100% sure about it Nemuri had told him many times that his crush wasn't exactly unrequited so it might not be a bad idea to just take advantage of the situation.
With that in mind he rushed on his way home, feeling the haze of arousal clouding his mind as time passed, and by the time he made his way to the apartment he shared with Hizashi he felt like he was overheating, his clothes felt incredibly uncomfortable as he made his way to the small apartment he shared with Hizashi, too restrictive, sticking to him as he moved and he couldn't wait until he could take them off.

The door slammed open as Shouta finally made it home, looking around and seeing a startled Hizashi staring at him from the living room.

"Shouta? Are you okay?" The blond asked, putting down the bunch of papers he'd been carrying and stepping towards him, only to get even more startled as Shouta slammed the door closed as well and marched towards him. Fear freezing him in place as Shouta approached and yet he couldn't help but think he looked really hot with the determined look on his face. "Did I...do something? I swear I didn't mean to! Is this because I didn't wash the dishes? Because I swear...hmph!"

Before Hizashi could even finish his rant Shouta had reached him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a violent kiss, teeth clanging together as Shouta bit the initially unresponsive lips, slipping his tongue inside of his mouth when he gasped and circled Hizashi's. After a few seconds, Hizashi was kissing him back, his hands slowly going up to his waist and pulling him closer and melting against him, leaving any doubts of his feelings being one-sided eating dust. No one kissed their friends like this if they didn't have feelings for them, especially if they were taken by surprised by the kiss; if Hizashi didn't like him nothing was stopping him from pushing him away.

Eventually, Hizashi had to pull away, his breathing uneven and harsh as he pulled Shouta away, placing a hand on his chest when the black-haired man just tried to just lean in and kiss him again.

"Wait, wait, Shouta what...what brought this on?" Hizashi asked voice going high-pitched when Shouta decided that even if he couldn't continue kissing Hizashi's lips while the man talked he could still kiss at his neck, nibbling on his earlobe as he ran his hands down his chest.
"I need...fuck, Hizashi, I need you~" He whispered against his ear, pressing himself against Hizashi, letting him feel how hard he was.
"You're burning up...are you sick? Maybe you should sleep instead of hnng...stop that!" Hizashi whined after Shouta bit down on his neck gently, shivering as he licked that same spot gingerly.
"Not sick, explanations later. Just please, fuck me~" Shouta whined, grinding against him. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and he couldn't take this anymore.

Deciding that they've had enough talk for now, and because he couldn't really form any coherent thought that didn't involve just begging Hizashi to please put his mouth to a different use instead of asking more questions, he pulled Hizashi into another passionate kiss, grabbing his face and tangling his fingers through the silky blond hair. Keeping close to him, he took small steps back into the bedroom with Hizashi unable to do anything more than continue to kiss him and follow after him, hands flailing around him at first before grabbing at his jumpsuit and focusing on the kiss, the black-haired man dominating the kiss and stealing the breath right out of him.

The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and before he could really figure out what was going on Shouta was pushing him down and climbing on top of him, straddling his lap and staring down at him as he unzipped the front of his jumpsuit, taking it off and grabbing at Hizashi's hands, pressing them to his torso and guiding them from his stomach and up to his chest, sighing as he felt how cool they felt on his skin.

"Please, touch me." Shouta gasped, his jumpsuit falling around his waist, held up by the utility belt as Hizashi ran his hands over his chest and down his sides.
There was a hazy look behind Shouta's dark eyes, the blush that started on his cheeks expanded all the way down to his chest, and even with the loose jumpsuit, Hizashi could feel just how hard the man was as he grinds down against him.

Hizashi moved his hands down to undo Shouta's utility belt, realizing pretty quickly that the man was in no state of mind to try himself without ending up breaking it, unbuckling the complicated buckle and pushing the belt aside. As soon as he took off the belt he could get rid of Shouta's jumpsuit, watching as the man stood up and kicked off the rest of his costume before leaning down over Hizashi and kissing him again.

His movements were feverish, sloppy kisses interrupted by heavy gulps of air as Shouta continued to rub himself against Hizashi. He'd never seen Shouta like this, had imagined many times what it would be like to sleep with him, but this...Shouta always ran colder than most people, chilly hands and feet weren't uncommon and he tended to bundle up, but right now it felt like he was boiling from the inside out, and the way he was kissing Hizashi was almost desperate and there was a sweet taste to his mouth that Hizashi was quickly finding addicting.

For his part Shouta was definitely starting to lose himself to the feeling of the drug coursing through his veins, everything in the room was too warm and the only thing that helped was feeling Hizashi's hands on his skin. He wasn't completely gone, the back of his mind was a constant stream of desperation at how pathetic he was, humping his friend like an animal in heat but he really couldn't stop himself, it was almost painful the more time passed without getting off.
He tugged on Hizashi's shirt, pulling it up and kissing down his chest as Hizashi sat up to take off his shirt, reaching up to run his hands up Shouta's arms and towards his back. The blond took a deep breath before he pulled Shouta close and flipped them over, nuzzling at his neck as Shouta continued to let his hands roam over Hizashi's thin frame.

Time was hazy after that, Shouta quickly getting lost on the feeling of Hizashi's cool skin pressed against his heated one, soft lips trailing over his chest and neck until Shouta was gasping, teeth biting at any piece of skin either of them could reach, nails digging into a slender back as Hizashi grind down against Shouta, their cocks rubbing against each other and sending pleasure shooting up his spine but not being anywhere near enough. When Hizashi tried to pull away a whine escaped before he could stop himself, flushing when he saw the surprised and turned on look on Hizashi's face.

"I'm getting the lube, just one second," Hizashi whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead and Shouta forced himself to nod as he knelt up on the bed.
"Can you..." He hesitated, staring at the long hair flowing down Hizashi's back and sticking to his pale skin, freckles dusting his shoulders and inviting him to touch, so he did, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his lips against that skin, nuzzling up to his neck and running his hands down, taking his cock out of his boxers, feeling the long shaft on his hand and running his thumb over the slit, spreading precum over the head. "Lay on your back~"
"You, fuuck, you want to top?" Hizashi asked, ready to hand over the lube to Shouta when he felt the man shake his head against his shoulder, biting down on his shoulder.

Hizashi didn't have to puzzle what Shouta wanted for long. As soon as he laid down on the bed Shouta climbed on top of him, one knee on either side of his head while the black-haired man nuzzled against his cock, licking the way from the head down to his balls, and for a moment all Hizashi could do was look down at the man as he saw him lap at his dick, at least until Shouta whined and wiggled on top of him, begging for friction or anything, desperation coloring his movements as he pressed his lips against the side of Hizashi's cock, pressing wet kisses up and down the shaft.

A curse from the blond echoed around the room, he reached over to the side to grab the lube, pouring a generous amount on his finger as he pulled Shouta down, pressing one against his rim and pressing it inside without much care, feeling the whiny moan from the black-haired man against his cock as he started to push it in and out, soon tilting his head up so his tongue could join the fingers slowly working in and out of Shouta.

The man in question was having a hard time keeping his breathing under control, every sensation was amplified by the rug on his system and he could barely stop himself from grinding down against Hizzashi's tongue, moaning around his cock as he wrapped his lips around him. Everything felt like it was too much and yet it wasn't enough, he needed more and he was getting desperate, though it helped to feel the stretch of Hizashi's cock on his mouth, slowly working his way until he could take the whole length inside of him, staying like that until his lungs burned and demanded air, pulling away with a gasp and nuzzling against him, using one hand to continue jerking him off and going back almost right away.

"Fuck, shit Shouta. You can't..I'm going to cum embarrassingly quickly if you keep doing that." Hizashi groaned, pushing another finger inside him and using his other hand to stroke Shouta's dick at the same time.

It didn't seem like his words reached the man, since he just went right back to deepthroating Hizashi, moaning around him and drooling all over the base of his cock before pulling back, gasping for air and stroking him at the same time as he licked down to his balls. Hizashi wasn't lying though, he knew he was going to finish really quickly if things continued like that, and it took all his strength to push Shouta away and push him down on the bed, flushing brightly at the cries that Shouta was giving him as he tried to reach out for his cock.

A pair of long and strong legs wrapped around his waist, bringing Hizashi closer and bucking his hips up against the blond and touching his chest.
"Fuck me, please Hizashi I need you, please fuck me~" He moaned, arching his back as he felt the long length rubbing between his cheeks, letting out a relieved sigh as Hizashi finally pushed inside of him.

There was no gentle start, no time for Shouta to get used to the stretch, as soon as Hizashi was inside of him he started slamming his hips against him, the noises of skin slapping against skin filling the room together with the loud moans and begging from Shouta who had his arms wrapped around Hizashi and dug his nails on his back, throwing his head back as the blond moved down to bite and suck on his neck until he was almost completely covered by hickeys.

Shouta was so close, the feeling of Hizashi filling him up, stretching him open and fucking him hard and fast wasn't helping in taking care of that growing fire inside of him. It was feeding it, making him feel more desperate, guiding one of Hizashi's hand to his chest again in a quiet plea for the man to continue touching him. Letting out a sigh of relief when he obeyed, though that quickly dissolved into another moan when the man pinched at his nipples, playing with one of them between his fingers while he leaned down to take the other one between his lips, licking and flicking his tongue against the surprisingly sensitive nub.

Soon enough the only things that left Shouta's mouth were begging moans for Hizashi to go faster, and harder, and even occasionally just asking for more. His mind went blank, gasping and arching his back as he felt how close he was without being able to take that last step, not until Hizashi moved his hand lower until it was wrapped around Shouta's thick and weeping cock.

That was the last push he needed, Shouta cried out Hizashi's name as he came in long spurts between them, shaking as he tensed up and clung to him, crying out as he finally found relief after what felt like hours of being on the edge. Relieved sobs wrecked through him as his sensitive body was rammed into, and just as Hizashi was about to pull back Shouta stopped him, hooking both ankles around his back and nudging him closer to encourage him to finish inside of him.

A few hard thrusts later and Hizashi was slamming down hard against Shouta, grinding down as he spilled himself inside of him, breathing heavily and shivering as he felt Shouta clench down against him.

They stayed like that for a couple of seconds, both of them recovering their breath, until Hizashi's arms gave out, causing him to fall on top of Shouta.

"That was...wow." Hizashi laughed, still out of breath and holding on to Shouta. "Can I ask what brought it on though?"
"Aphrodisiac drug," Shouta whispered against his shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around Hizashi. "According to the reports, it should be out of my system in 6 hours.
"Right...wait what!?" Hizashi moved up, wincing as his arms trembled with the effort but he needed to look at Shouta.
"Don't yell." Shouta pouted, running his hands up his arms and to his shoulders. "It was a mistake, I'll tell you all about it when my head doesn't feel like it's filled with cotton."
"Shouldn't you go to a hospital?" Hizashi asked skeptically, leaning down slowly as Shouta coaxed him down.
"I'd rather spend the next 6 hours with you. Apparently it can get really intense the longer time goes, but it calms down with a few orgasms, now can you please just come down here and kiss me so we can rest for a while before it kicks back up again?" If Hizashi didn't know any better he would say Shouta was pouting, the hands on his shoulders pulling him down more insistently.
"Fine, but we're talking about this as soon as it's over. And you're going to the doctor just in case!" Hizashi demanded, letting out an offended huff as Shouta rolled his eyes, but letting him pull him down for a kiss. This one a lot softer and more loving as he leaned down against him, settling down for a quick nap before Shouta would wake him up again a mere hour later, straddling his lap and grinding back against him.

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Dabi wouldn't lie and say he wasn't interested in Hawks and his wings. He'd seen him use those feathers as deadly weapons, flying at impossible speeds, and he hated heroes beyond belief but he couldn't deny the man deserved the title he had.
But most importantly, he was fascinated by his wings, more often than not he would find his eyes traveling to the red wings whenever they hung out for meetings with the league or for more information during the few times they met outside. And then once their mutual arrangement changed into something more physical he found himself curious over how sensitive they might be.

It was one night when they were alone, both of them drinking without really saying anything after a League meeting. Usually, it would be after a few drinks when one of them would break the distance, biting kisses and rough touches leading into an almost violent fuck. But this time they were both quiet, Dabi was looking almost thoughtful as he set his glass down and went to sit down behind Hawks, watching him tense up.

"Uuuh what are you..." Hawks started, turning over to look at Dabi but stopping as the man put a hand to the back of his head.
"I want to check something out. Just chill, will you?" Dabi told him, and for a moment he was sure Hawks would just stand up and leave but eventually, the blond just huffed and relaxed.
"Fine you weirdo, if you want to braid my hair who am I to complain?" He asked, leaning back as he tried to stay relaxed with Dabi behind him.

That was all Dabi needed, reaching over to brush his fingers over the primary feathers, tracing some of them and watching as the whole wings twitched under his touch.

"W-what..." Hawks muttered, taking in a shark breath as Dabi moved his hands through his feathers, grooming them or even just mixing them up.
"Told you to relax. It's fine." Dabi huffed, still running his hands over the feathers, eventually running his hands up to the bone and cartilage, touching them and his touch was surprisingly gentle as he glanced at Hawks, seeing the closed eyes and the carefully taken breaths.

He tried not to look too smug as he continued, this time pressing his palm against the base of Hawks' wings, watching how that seemed to break him out of his stubborn vow of silence, a soft gasp escaping from his lips as Dabi moved his hands up to the first joint he can feel, brushing against the feathers without ruffling them or pulling. Merely touching the secondary coverts that showed over his jacket and watching the way that the man held himself absolutely tense and without daring to move away.

Once his hand reached the bone he slowly traced it, grabbing at the bone and letting his thumb trace over the joints and the marginal coverts. Moving down to tracing the secondary feathers and tugging on them.

"Looks like they're sensitive aren't they?" Dabi wondered out loud, fingers lingering over the tips of his secondary feathers.
"Hnng, stop playing around," Hawks gasped, and it was the first time that Dabi could see the telltales of arousal in his occasional lover. Looking from between his wings and shoulders down to see the man rubbing himself over his pants.
"Oh? More than sensitive then." Dabi smirked as he moved his hand back down to the scapular feathers, digging his fingers between the feathers and watching as Hawks gasped and seemed torn between pulling away and leaning into his touch.

There was a second of hesitation before he was pulling the wings back so he could run his hands over the underside of his wing, enjoying the way the opposite wing twitched to accommodate what had to be an uncomfortable position. With some work he managed to get Hawks half-naked, heavy jacket thrown to the side as well as his shirt, giving him a lot more to work with as he leaned forward to press his lips to the bit over his back where the feathers met his skin, feeling the almost soft feathers closest to his back and looking almost surprised when Hawks let out a soft whine.

Smirking down at him, he ran his fingers through the scapular feathers, grabbing at them and feeling his own pants getting tighter at the soft moans that were quickly growing in volume the more he continued to touch and play with Hawks' wings. He had never really imagined that the man would be this sensitive, though perhaps he should have, knowing what he knows about his quirk.

Dabi watched as Hawks finally gave in and slid a hand down his pants, getting his dick out as Dabi used both hands to massage the scapular feathers and the soft skin between both wings, leaning closer to kiss and nip at the skin, breathing heavily as he manhandled the wings to different positions that allowed him to either tug on the feathers or fix them, burying his fingers in the wings until he felt the choked moan from Hawks.

"Lower...touch aah touch lower." Hawks begged, breathing heavily as he curled into himself and Dabi stayed quiet just for long enough to hear the wet sound that gave away just how much he was affecting the man.
"Lower...like this?" He asked, kissing down to the very middle, messaging the skin just below where the wings were born, barely touching the scapular wings.
"There--no more...fuck touch the feathers, please don't stop god." Hawks gasped, trying to wriggle to get Dabi to touch where he wanted him to.
"The feathers like...this?" He asked, moving well past where Hawks wanted him and instead touching at the secondary coverts, just above the secondary feathers.
"No! You dense...you motherfucker." Hawks whined, flapping his wings enough so Dabi's fingers brushed over closer to the feathers closer to his spine. "There, just...fuck, right there, and if you move that crusty face from where it is I'll send you to Tartarus without any hesitation." Hawks growled, moaning as Dabi pressed a wet kiss to his back, tugging on the feathers and smirking before pulling back.
"Bed, on your stomach," Dabi ordered, and as soon as he stood up he ignored the way that Hawks huffed and snarked.

It clearly wasn't important, since he just did what Dabi asked and laid down on the bed, placing one pillow under his hips and trying to stop himself from humping the pillow as Dabi moved to straddle his hips.

"Keep your wings spread out," He ordered, and after one second of hesitation he obeyed, sighing as Dabi went back to touching his wings, starting from the secondaries, up to the coverts, mover over the bones and down to the scapulars where Hawks gasped and started to grind down against the pillow. Dabi cursed, taking his cock out of the tight pants and rubbing it over Hawks' back as he continued to play with his feathers, listening to the hitches in the hero's breathing, the stutter in his thrusts against the bed.

The moans that escaped from his lips as Dabi's scarred hands go over all the sensitive spots that got him the best reactions, grinding down against his back. Moving closer until his cock was nestled between his wings, thrusting down against him and chuckling as he felt the shivers that wrecked the hero's body, soft moans quickly growing louder and more desperate followed by the stillness of his body.

"Finished already little birdy?" Dabi smirked, letting go of his wings but still thrusting into him.
"Shuddup" Hawks groaned, bucking his hips up and almost causing Dabi to fall off from him, gasping as the fire user tugged on his wings.
"Stop that," Dabi growled, reaching down to his cock, jerking off in quick motions as he stared down at Hawks, helpless, boneless Hawks, laying down underneath him and to his mercy.

He bit back a groan as he came, white ropes falling over his back and across the feathers. Smirking as he looks at him and he moves down.

"Look at that, white and red do mix after all." Dabi scoffed, standing up and putting on his pants correctly as Hawks sits up with a grimace.
"Ugh, you're disgusting, I can feel that you know?" Hawks complained, shaking his wings.
"What are you a dog? And you call me disgusting?" Dabi snorts. "Go take a shower, you know where it is."
He didn't wait for an answer from Hawks, stepping out of the room and taking in a deep breath. He'd have to keep these memories for a long while.

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Shouta gasped and struggled as he was dragged into a closet by Hizashi, taken by surprise as he was pushed against the wall and starting to push him away when the boy started kissing him without any previous warning. Looking at him with a bright blush and keeping his hands on the boy's chest to keep him from closing the distance once more.

"What are you doing!? We have class!" Shouta complained, hitting the boy's shoulders as he simply went to kiss at his neck the moment he could lean in.
"It's okay! Prof is busy so he won't go to class, I overheard the teachers saying something about an emergency. And it's been so long since we've had time to do anything! You don't let anyone go to your house, Oboro's parents are still hovering after the accident, and my moms are always home! I missed this!" Hizashi whined and complained, grinding against Shouta where the boy could feel how hard he was already.
"You're a pervert, it's been less than two weeks." Shouta sighed, but there was no denying that he was breaking under the ministrations from the blond boy, pulling Hizashi close when the boy scraped his teeth over the sensitive spot just below his ear and sucked down on the skin of his neck.
"Two weeks too many! Oboro should join us in a little bit, he needs to pick up some stuff, so let's just get started." Hizashi whispered and ran his hands down to unbuckle his belt pushing his pants down and getting to his knees.

Shouta groaned as Hizashi when he went down on his knees, not taking any time in warning him before he was taking him in his mouth. Leaning back and almost making a mess as his back hit the shelves behind him. He raised his hand to cover his mouth, stopping himself from getting too loud, far too aware of the steps of other students right outside the door as Hizashi took him in his mouth, bobbing his head and not being nearly as careful as Shouta wanted him to be, doing everything in his power to make him lose his mind.

Letting out a soft whine as Hizashi hollowed his cheeks and sucked noisily, taking him all the way into his mouth and deepthroating him. Shouta gasping as he ran his hands over his hair, tangling long fingers through his hair and keeping him close before squeaking when the door open. Trying to push Hizashi away but the boy only wrapped his arms around Shouta's waist and pulling him close.

"It's okay! It's just me!" Oboro reassured him, closing the door behind him quickly and locking the door this time.
"Asshole, you scared me." Shouta gasped, whining when Hizashi pulled back so only the head of his cock was in his mouth. "Of course you'd be in on this too."
"Oh yeah, it was my idea." Oboro grinned and moved closer to Shouta, right behind Hizashi and placing a hand on the blond's neck to push him down on Shouta's dick.
"No more questions! There's no time and I really wanna fuck you before we have to go to English." Hizashi whined from his spot on the floor.

There really was no point in trying to complain any further, and with Hizashi pressing his tongue to the underside of his dick, pushing until Shouta could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of his throat.
They couldn't really get naked given how little time and space they had, but it didn't take long for Shouta to lose his pants, being spread open by Oboro while Hizashi helped, alternating between blowing him or moving down to press his tongue inside of Shouta's ass, tongue brushing against Oboro's fingers. By the time his boyfriends were finished with him, Aizawa had been biting on his tie to stop himself from moaning out loud.

He had almost forgotten about where they were after a moment. Falling to his knees with how overstimulated he was and how close he'd come to finish at that moment. And he didn't miss the smug looks that Hizashi and Oboro shared, almost ready to tell his boyfriends to finish up before he just walks away with how frustrated he was.
Before he could tell them so though, Hizashi pulled Oboro down with the two of them, kissing him as he fell down on his ass and giving Shouta good view of just how turned on the two of them were, appreciating the view for a good moment before moving closer to the two, slipping his hand under Oboro's shirt and running his hands down his body as he crawled closer.

"As much as I love watching you making out, we really need to hurry before the bell rings," Shouta whispers, watching the two boys breaking apart looking dazed and Oboro nodded eventually, tilting Shouta's face to peck at his lips before looking at Hizashi.

The two seemed to figure out what they wanted pretty quickly, the closet they were in didn't have enough space for them to do a lot, so Hizashi pulled Shouta to his knees, kneeling behind him and lining himself up behind him before pushing into Shouta in one smooth thrust, Oboro sat down in front of Shouta, lowering his pants just enough to get his cock out and sitting down with one thigh on either side of Shouta's head.
The black-haired boy whined and pressed his forehead down against the floor as Hizashi pushed inside him, biting on his lower lip to try and hold his moans back until Oboro reached down, guiding Shouta's face towards him and watching as he opened his mouth and let Oboro guide him down and thrusting into his mouth.

Oboro sighed and leaned back against the door, looking down to see Shouta taking over the pace, wrapping his lips around his cock and sucking him off while Hizashi thrust into him, sending him tumbling against Oboro and taking him further into his mouth.
Hizashi turned to see Oboro, smirking as their eyes met, Oboro reaching up to pull Hizashi down, leaning in too and placing a hand down on Shouta's hair and playing with his hair while kissing his blond boyfriend.

They didn't have a lot of time, and the added thrill of being on school grounds, one wrong move away from being caught. Shouta was moaning as he slurped around Oboro's cock, using one hand to jerk him up and play with his balls. Meanwhile, Hizashi was speeding up his thrusts as he was quickly losing his grip, having to keep Oboro close and drowning his moans against his lips, keeping as quiet as they could.

Soon enough he was pulling back, taking himself in hand and jerking off against Shouta's ass, watching as Oboro gathered his hair in his hands, keeping it out of his face while Shouta bobbed his head and arched his back, giving Hizashi a lovely view as he covered his mouth, breathing heavily as he came across his ass, breathing heavily as he ran his hands over his back.

Neither of the other two boys was too far from cumming either, Shouta had reached down at some point, jerking himself off while Hizashi fucked him but had to stop after Hizashi let go of his hips just so he wouldn't fall down on his face. But now that Hizashi was done he took care of wrapping his hand around his cock, long fingers stroking him quickly and brushing against the head of his cock, spreading pre-cum on him as he squeezed and twisted his wrist to make him feel good.
Shouta was the next to lose it, he'd been trying to hold back for a while, but with Hizashi's hand around him, Oboro fucking his mouth, and the loud conversations just a few inches away he lost him, shivering and moaning around Oboro's cock as he finished against Hizashi's hand. Only to almost choke when Oboro thrust into his mouth one last time, spilling himself down his throat.

Shouta pulled back and coughed, wiping his mouth and trying to stop himself before they got too much attention.

"Shit, sorry, I...I lost it. I should have warned you." Oboro apologized, handing Shouta a handkerchief and accepting the glare the boy gave him. "Sorry."
"I'll kill you in training today. Asshole." He whispered, wincing at how destroyed his voice was.
"We're....we're supposed to team up today." Oboro pointed out.
"No, I'm teaming up with Hizashi, and we're kicking your ass." He answered quickly, wiping his mouth.
"I can get behind that!" Hizashi laughed, tugging his pants back on and helping Shouta get clean.
"We're doing that again though, right?" Oboro asked, grinning at them when Hizashi beamed.
"Of course! We have to, that was hot." Hizashi nodded, and then both boys turned to Shouta who had finished getting ready and was back on his feet.
"...I'll think about it." Was all he said before pushing Oboro away from the door and walking away.

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All Might pulled at the ropes on his wrists, trying to test the bounds and moving his shoulders in slow circles.
"Everything fine?" Aizawa asked, looking down at him as he finished tying his arms behind his back. "It's not too tight is it?"
"Oh, no, everything is perfect Aizawa-kun." All Might was quick to reassure the younger man, smiling at him and relaxing as he saw the nod from Aizawa.
"I told you, you can call me Shouta." The younger man told him with a smile as he finished one more knot, moving to wrap the rope around his chest next, moving the ropes to go down the middle of his chest, making a diamond with the ropes and continuing that way down his chest and middle, watching the way the ropes that circled around his body and framed it, hooking the ropes on the suspension rack, testing the knots not taking the blond up just yet.

"Then, how about you call me Toshinori?" All Might asked, looking up at him when Shouta moves his hands up his chest and to tangle on his hair and cupping his head and standing over him.
"Toshinori...it's quite a mouthful." Shouta teased, leaning down until their lips were only a breath apart. "How about Toshi?"
"Anything you like," Toshinori answered quickly, staring down at Shouta's lips and trying to close the distance to no avail.
"Anything?" Shouta asked with a smirk, reaching down to tug on the ropes to pull Toshinori's closer. "Can I do anything I like to you too?"
"Anything," Toshinori agreed, looking up at Shouta like a starving man looking for water, long black fair falling like curtains around him as the man hovered over him.
"That's a dangerous promise when you don't know what I'll ask of you. You're tied down, at my mercy, I can do anything and everything and you couldn't stop me." They both knew that wasn't true, there was no amount of rope, no matter how strong that would be able to keep Toshinori tied down if he didn't want to, especially not the silky red rope that Shouta had chosen for them. Sure they would keep him tied down for a while, but it was only because he wanted to be there.
"I am, and I mean it," Toshinori whispered and looked up at him, once more trying to close the distance between them. Shouta took pity on him, pressing his lips down against Toshinori and kissing him deeply, tilting All Might's head so he could take control of the kiss, alternating between submitting as Toshinori's tongue pressed into his mouth before switching to a more dominant side, biting down on Toshinori's lower lip and sucking it into his mouth, satisfied with Toshinori's groan as the man tried to lean closer towards him only to be stopped by the red rope and Shouta pulling away.

"Don't move...you said I could do whatever I want with you, and I know exactly what I want." He whispered as he knelt and finished tying him up and guiding him so he was laying down on the bed, instead, looking up at Shouta completely helpless.
"And what is that?" Toshinori asked as he was sat down on the bed, legs tied down so they were in a kneeling position. Shouta took his time looking at him, testing the bounds and leaning in to kiss down Toshinori's body.
"It's a surprise," Shouta told him simply, mouthing at the large scar on his side, seeing the way Toshinori shivered and slowly Shouta used the last bits of available string to tied it around his neck, loose enough that he could move his finger around it before letting go.

The moment he was sure the knots were tight enough and could hold Toshinori he pulled on the ropes and suspended the blond, giving him time to get used to it before tying the knots, securing the man and giving one last testing tug before nodding in satisfaction.

He wasted no time before running his hands over Toshinori's body once he was unable to push Shouta away, every time they were together he tried to distract Shouta, turned things around so he was left as a speechless mess and never let him do much to return the favor, never gave him the time to admire his lover's body. This time Shouta was taking his time, running his hands down his chest while Shouta kissed at his neck. Feeling the way his breath caught under his lips, he loved that Toshinori was a lot more vocal than he usually was too, he didn't bother hiding his moans and couldn't hide them in kisses against Shouta's body this time, he was so responsive to all his touches and he had to wonder if that was because he wasn't used to stuff like this or if he was like this every time.

It was fair to say that Shouta was a lot kinkier than the blond, most of the time he brought up a different kink Toshinori would be fascinated or surprised, willing to try some of them and gently telling Shouta he wasn't comfortable when it went too far. When he'd brought up the possibility of Shibari Toshi had assumed he'd be the one tied up, but Shouta loved the way the ropes looked around his body. And he enjoyed the way Toshinori looked like this, being able to touch the Symbol of Peace as he liked, having him at his mercy as he kissed and bit at his skin, having the man unable to do anything while he was making his way down until he was face to face with his large cock.

This had to be one of his favorite parts of the man's body, he always loved how large the man was; even in his skeletal form he was tall and everything about him was big, his hands alone where enough to cover Shouta's completely in between them, could wrap around his neck effortlessly, and his cock...well it was definitely proportionate to everything else.
It was very long, had to be a solid 8 inches, and if he were to wrap his thumb and his middle finger around it the tips barely touched, he had the nicest cock Shouta had ever sucked and he could spend hours with it in his mouth if he had his way.
Which he actually had right now, he thought with a smirk, pulling the ropes to get Toshinori higher and running his tongue over the underside of his cock, he still wasn't fully hard but he knew that wouldn't last long as he mouthed at the shaft, feeling him growing harder in his hand.

"Fuck, Shouta." Toshinori moaned as he looked down at him, trying to get a proper look and finding himself entranced by the black-haired man with his hair tied back, suckling on his cock like it was a tasty treat, lapping at it and glancing up at him as he held it up to take his balls into his mouth.
Shouta had an amused twinkle in his eyes as he brought his lips up to kiss the tip of Toshi's dick, twisting his tongue around the tip, slapping it against his tongue before wrapping his lips around it.

He hollowed his lips as he started to bob his head, taking him more and moaning as he felt his cock hit the back of his throat, by now Toshinori was fully hard and twitching in his mouth as he slurped around him, reaching back to grab the bottle of lube to coat his fingers in lube and pressing a finger inside of Toshinori, using the rope around his hips to keep him still and unable to do much.
Toshinori tried to buck his hips up into Shouta's mouth, wanted to reach down to grab the man by his ponytail and fuck into his mouth until he could cum down his throat. But as he tried to reach over for him he was reminded of the ropes tying his hands back, groaning as he struggled and let out a disappointed whine when Shouta let go of his cock with a loud pop.

"Trying to break the binds Toshi? I thought you'd last longer." Shouta teased, still jerking him off, his voice hoarse and lips already getting swollen as he stared up at him, not stopping the movement of his finger inside of Toshinori, thrusting it in and out of him.
"You don't play fair Aizawa-kun." Toshinori defended, still trying to struggle his way out of the rope but he wasn't really trying too hard, which just told Shouta that he was enjoying this.
"Well maybe if you're good and don't break the rope I'll give you what you want," Shouta suggests, kissing his way down his shaft in slow wet kisses, enthralling Toshinori with the way he looked, being careful not to rub the scratching stubble against his cock.
"Shouta...fuck, yes, please." Toshinori moaned as he looked over at him.

Shouta grinned and opened his mouth again, taking him in his mouth and pushing himself down until his nose was touching the soft blond curls, Toshinori crying out as he felt Shouta's throat around his cock, staying like that for a moment before he pulled back and started to bob his head with renewed rigor, slurping around him and enjoying himself and adding a second finger while he had Toshinori focused on the way his mouth felt around the large cock.
Toshinori for his part was starting to regret agreeing to this. Except not really, since he was loving the fact that Shouta really could do whatever he wanted with him, he was taking his time sucking Toshinori's dick and not seeming to care about the moans from the blond that was struggling to stay still, and for the time being he felt like it was rather nice to simply stay like that and not worry about doing anything, letting Shouta do all the work.
But he still had to fight the urge to reach over to Shouta, to push him down and slide into his tight ass or urge him to hurry up and fuck him, instead he was trying to keep his muscles from tensing too much and trying to keep his hips still since that only served to dig the rope into his thighs, he couldn't spread his legs any more or even try to close them thanks to the ropes keeping him still.

He was absolutely helpless, and the noises leaving him were growing louder and he couldn't help but whine when Shouta finally stopped playing with him, getting off his cock and panting, drool dribbling down his chin still connecting him to Toshinori's dick, having added a third finger at some point, though Toshinori couldn't be sure when he had done that, all he knew is that he was feeling rather full and craving for more.
"How are you doing?" Shouta asked, and Toshinori was almost overwhelmed by how destroyed he sounded, his voice raspy and hoarse from pushing himself.
"Perfect...I'm doing fine just...shit I want you," Toshinori admits.
"Hmm is that so?" Shouta smirked, pulling him close and arranging him with the help of the ropes, manhandling Toshinori so he was lined up right against Shouta's cock

He stared down at him, tracing the pattern of diamonds going down his chest and hooked his fingers around the ropes on his waist before dragging Toshinori close to him, Shouta standing between his legs while keeping his hold on the ropes as he grind his cock against him.
"Color?" Shouta asked once more, looking down at Toshinori and feeling the rush as he looked down at this boyfriend. There was a rush of power at seeing this man tied down and helpless, willingly putting himself under Shouta's care.
"Green." Toshinori sighed, looking up at him through sunken eyes, keeping his breathing steady as he felt Shouta push inside of him.

One more advantage quickly showed itself thanks to tall the bindings that Toshinori had, as Shouta simply had to grab hold of the ropes around his hips and using that to pull Toshinori right into his cock until he was buried to the hilt, loving the way the red rope dug into Toshinori's skin when the man arched his back in pleasure, choking as he tugged on the knot around his neck.

"Careful Toshinori, I'm the only one that can choke you." Shouta teased, slamming into him and not giving him much time to adjust before he starts a punishing pace, slamming into him and using the binding to pull Toshinori to meet hit thrusts, going deeper inside him. Shouta kept his eyes on the man underneath him, watching the way his muscles strained against the diamond knots, the color of the rope in beautiful contrast with the tanned skin, and Shouta slowly moved his hands up the blond's chest, until he could take hold of the rope that was tied around his chest and using it for leverage.

He tugged on the rope, pulling Toshinori up and crushing their mouths together, holding him there as he continued to thrust hard into the older man, pushing his tongue inside of him and feeling his hips stutter when he felt Toshinori clench down around him.
The next thing he felt was Toshinor coming between them, long white stripes falling on his stomach as he broke the kiss, slowing the movement of his hips and slowly letting Toshinori lay back on the bed to recover his breath.

"All good babe?" Shouta asked, looking at him and feeling his heart stopped at the lovely smile that Toshinori sent his way.
"I'm fine, you can continue. You haven't finished yet." Toshinori tells him, leaning back and clenching down around him.
"Are you sure?" Shouta asked, and once he got the answer in the way of a nod Shouta carefully pulled out and moved Toshinoro to be on his knees, chest pressed against the bed as Shouta lined himself up, looking down to see his cock disappear in Toshinori's ass.
He could see his lover's hands clenching and releasing from where they were tied behind his back, arms tied together up to the elbow and then forming a bridge between his wrist and ankles.

The erasure hero grabbed at the rope again, holding on to Toshinori as he slams into him, pistoning into the blond and this time only looking for his own pleasure, slamming into Toshinori and after a few more thrusts he was burying himself in Toshinori's ass, twitching inside him as he filled him up, breathing heavily and closing his eyes as his vision was filled with white.
He stayed like that for a moment, pulling out once he'd recovered his breath and taking off the condom, doing a knot at the end and throwing it out before turning his attention to Toshinori.

"Hm, I'm tempted to leave you like that." Shouta snorts, running his hands over Toshinori's back and biting back a smile when he heard him laugh.
"I'm afraid I'm not quite as young as I used to be, quite a few joints would complain about that." Was the answer as Toshinori turned back to look at him.
"Fair enough," Shouta smirked, carefully undoing the bindings knot by knot, rubbing the skin underneath the rope until Toshinori was completely freed and pulling Shouta in for a deep kiss.
"Perhaps next time it'll be my turn to tie you up." Toshinori grinned, pulling him close.
"Maybe...if I decide to let you," Shouta answered with a smirk, pushing Toshinor down on the bed to lay down.

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There were a lot of things that people assumed about Aizawa like they did most things, but he'd learned to roll with the assumptions people made about him. He could always use those advantages in battle, or even just in his day to day life, his whole career was based around the fact that people underestimated him.

It also helped preserve his self-image, because he might not care what the media say about him but he needed to keep a certain image in front of his students. That was: hard-ass, no-nonsense, serious, gruff, and tough teacher. Which meant that most people never saw his love for cute things or his love of cats, he wore black because it was rational with his line of work and it was the easiest color to match when he couldn't see color but he had plenty of clothes with different bright colors that his husbands had bought him over the years.

But there was another thing that, while he wasn't ashamed of it perse, he wouldn't want any student to find out. And that was the many years that Aizawa spent learning pole dancing and aerobics freshly out of high school. An ability born out of Aizawa's desire to strengthen himself and gain more control over his body, learning how to do pole dancing was perfect for core training and limb strength. He'd also done lessons on gymnastics during high school, aerial acrobatics, the whole nine yards.

Pole dancing was the only one that he could do at home, in their home gym with all the training equipment there was a pole installed in the middle. One that he only used when he was alone at home since he knew Oboro and Hizashi would just bother him and interrupt him if he let them watch.

Pink sweatpants and a dark shirt fell to the ground as Aizawa made his way into the training room, leaving him only on his skin-tight shorts, ones that were bought as a joke that stretched over his ass and stopped just above his thighs and were a bright red, as he started doing stretches. Making sure his muscles were loose, going through the routine almost on auto-pilot until he figured he was ready to start. Putting on the radio on Hizashi's show as background and putting his hair up on a messy bun to keep it out of the way before approaching the pole, placing both hands as high as he could get them around it before jumping.

His legs wrapped around the pole by instinct, and in the background, he could hear Hizashi's voice talking about a new face in the music scene, he crossed his legs around the pole and hooked his ankles together. His thighs were hugging the pole tight, making sure he'd stay in place as he raised his hands, getting higher on the pole until he was close enough to touch the ceiling. He took a deep breath and let go of the pole, keeping himself up with just his calves and arching his back as he stretched his arms back. Slowly unhooking his legs, bending his left leg tighter as he spun on the pole, leaving his right leg free and stretching it in front of him, bending over to touch his toes with his fingers before letting go and spinning down until he was sitting on the floor.

It was a nice work-out, one of his favorite ones to do since it helped him exercise every muscle, and with the music helped him calm down. He stood up from the floor then, one hand holding on to the pole at the same height as his thighs and another straight up above his head, keeping his arms parallel to the pole and holding his torso up, holding himself straight against the pole, feeling the burn on his forearms as he stepped on-air, spinning slowly before bending his legs forward as far as they could go before slowly turning on his side so he could use his legs to hold himself, pressing his feet against it and climbing further up.

He continued like that for a while, going through different routines as the radio show and Hizashi's voice flooded the room. It was just as he was pressing his back against the pole, holding himself up steady as he raised his legs in a ninety-degree angle before raising them higher and putting them down again, that he saw Oboro standing by the door, staring at him with very obvious desire in his eyes, and if that wasn't obvious then the tent in his pants and the phone he had angled towards him.

"How long have you been there?" Aizawa asked calmly, keeping his legs straight in front of him.
"Since you did that very hot thing with your legs in a split," Oboro answered simply, and Shouta was almost impressed that he'd stayed still and hadn't tried to do anything in almost a full 20 minutes. "Hizashi has been commenting with a lot of heart emojis, peach emojis, and the eggplant."
"Of course he has, he did sound a bit choked up during his show." Shouta sighed, raising his legs again until his toes could touch the pole above his head. "Are you going to just stand there and stare."
"Hnghng" Was his only answer, and though he couldn't see the look on Oboro's face Shouta couldn't help but smirk as he imagined what he looked like, letting his legs drop down just to check.
"Get some good angles for Hizashi then." He commented, spreading his legs apart as far he could take them, taking pleasure in the way that Oboro's eyes followed his movements.

He might not always want them to come into his training sessions and interrupt, but he had almost been done when Oboro stepped inside, and he did like teasing his husband.

Keeping his legs spread he tilted his head back, pressing his neck against the pole and using his arms to hold himself steady as he raised his hips and did a full turn until his calves were crossed around the pole, hanging upside down and turning so he was staring at Oboro, raising one hand to beckon him closer.

"You were surprisingly patient today if you've been here since the beginning," Shouta told him as Oboro moved closer, letting the white-haired man to run his hands over his back.
"You looked very good, didn't want to cut the show short." Was his only answer, taking a step back to let Shouta get down from the pole, seeing him slowly slide down and holding himself up with his hands on the floor before flipping the right-side-up.
"And Hizashi is currently rushing home and told you to wait for him or he'd scream until you go deaf?" Shouta smirked, almost laughing when the other man simply shrugged.
"He might have implied it, yes." Oboro grinned, reaching out to take hold of Shouta's hips to bring him closer. "But if you're done..."
"No, no, I wouldn't want Hizashi to be mad at you," Shouta smirked, pushing him back just for a moment.

After so many times that he's been interrupted or teased by the two men he foolishly loved, maybe it was his turn to have some fun, so he gave Oboro a light smirk as he raised his arms above his head behind him, pulling himself up and spreading his legs until he could wrap them around Oboro's shoulders and pushing him close, keeping one hand above his head and reaching below him with the other to keep himself steady.

"This is not going to make Hizashi any less jealous I got a private show." Oboro points out and lets his eyes roam over the man's body, looking down at the tight shorts leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as he reached out to try and pull them down.

Before he could do anything though, Shouta moved his legs and used his foot to push Oboro away.

"You're right, we should just wait for him. I'm done here anyway." Shouta told him, and he almost laughed as Oboro groaned and flopped down on the floor.

It wasn't long before Hizashi arrived as well, thankfully taken enough time to give Shouta some time to rest and stretch his arms and legs again, taking a drink of water and making sure to keep Oboro away so the man wouldn't try to distract him, before going back to the pole, this time going for moves a lot more flashy, easier to do and a lot more targetted to the two men staring at him with rapt attention, climbing the pole with both hands and wrapping his legs around out. Waiting until he was at a good distance before hauling himself up and turning upside down with his arms, legs spread open around the pole as he spun in place, one leg bending once his arms started protesting and holding himself up with the bent knee and one hand behind his arched back while the other reached to take his free leg, as though he was merely stretching on the ground.
Letting go of his leg, he continued to spin sideways on the pole, one leg still wrapped around it until he was close enough to the ground to kneel on the ground with his free leg, looking up to see Hizashi absolutely entranced by the moves, pants looking as tight as Oboro's if not tighter thanks to the leather that didn't try to hide anything. He supposed they were being rather good today, either because they really were enjoying the show or because they knew it wasn't often that he was willing to indulge them like this and it would be even worse if they interrupted.

Either way, Shouta was enjoying the eyes on him, doing a few of the previous exercises just for Hizashi now that he was here, spinning on the pole with just one hand holding him, turning upside down and holding himself up with his calves, and reaching behind him as he arched his back once more, staying very still as he faced the two men and slowly did a spread eagle, holding himself upside down with his arms and concentrating on keeping his balance while Oboro and Hizashi followed his every move. He brought his legs back up, holding them straight up and slowly bringing them to his chest, as tight against his body as he could and quickly changed the position of his hands so he could turn the right way and slowly come to a halt as he straightened his legs and landed on his feet after a few more spins.

He took a moment to breathe, running his hands over his arms as he stared at the two men with a satisfied and rather smug smirk. He enjoyed the stares from his husbands but he had just about enough, his body was sore from the extensive workout. From his toes to his shoulders he could feel the burn of a good day of exercise, dopamine coursing through his veins as he turned to look at his lovers, he felt satisfied and sore from the exercise but the way they were looking at him and after how well they'd behaved he couldn't help but feel like he really was in the need of a very different kind of workout. So he gave them both a predatory smirk as he walked their way, watching the way their eyes darkened almost simultaneously as they stared at him and he knew how he must look as he reached over to grab their shirts.

The already messy bun he'd put his hair in would be looser, his face must be flushed and sweaty from the strain and the rest of his body was faring no better. Sweaty after the workout, flushed pink from exhaustion and something else-arousal, excitement, satisfaction-, and with a look in his eyes that must be as hungry and aroused as the ones his husbands had. Or perhaps not quite like them but close enough.

"I gave you a good show, your turn," Shouta smirked at them pulling them close and heading towards the bedroom.

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Hizashi had been staring at him for almost an hour now, he'd been going over the internship forms for his class and he could feel the green eyes on him the whole time. This wasn't exactly new, Shouta was used to his husband going sappy on him sometimes, staring until he asked if there was something on his face only to be greeted with a smile and some sappy one-liner; or with a heated kiss before being dragged away to the bedroom...or pushed down and fucked on the spot.

But this time there was nothing, he looked up and asked like always but Hizashi just gave him a soft smile and shook his head, telling him to go ahead and finish. Hizashi didn't stop staring though, and when Shouta was finally done and pushed the papers away he looked up to where he was sitting on the couch and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, what is it?" Shouta asked, turning around so he was fully facing Hizashi, seeing the hesitation written on his face before he seemed to come to a decision.
"Can I ask you for something that might seem...weird?" He asked, surprising Shouta slightly.
"Sure? It can't be weirder than when you asked I asked you to fuck me while I was sleeping" Shouta tried to joke, only to see that Hizashi didn't crack a smile.
"Do you...do you know what a cock warmer is?" Hizashi asked, a light blush on his face.
"I work with horny teenagers and have for years, yes I know what it is." Shouta nodded, moving slowly towards Hizashi. "Is that what you want? Want me to be your cock warmer?"
"Yes, no, well, sort of." Hizashi seemed even more flustered, not sure how he could really describe what he wanted until Shouta finally took some mercy on him.

Shouta crawled closer to him, looking up at Hizashi and taking his hand, placing a soft kiss on his wrist before reaching out to unzip his pants and pull them down until he can take the soft dick out and leaving him exposed, leaning closer to him.

"Fast or slow?" Shouta asked, reaching out to take his cock and start jerking him off when Hizashi takes his wrist and stops him.
"Slow." He says softly, using his other hand to guide Shouta towards his cock until his lips are pressed against the head watching as his husband opened his mouth and took the whole thing in his mouth.

Shouta started trying to bob his head, though Hizashi's hand on the back of his head kept him still. Causing him to look up before stilling completely at what he saw in his eyes, instead, he simply kept the soft cock in his mouth, slowly running his tongue over the head and around it as much as he could, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of having his mouth full, sucking around him slowly and feeling him start to twitch.

A hand was slowly brushing his hair back as he got comfortable, sitting on the floor and leaning his cheek on Hizashi's thigh as he looked up at the other man. He went slow, like Hizashi asked, only really moving his head when he needed to swallow and keeping his hands on his knees. He could feel Hizashi twitching and hardening inside his mouth, the harder he got and the more he grew the more he needed to bob his head to keep all of it if not most on his mouth. Taking small breaks to breathe and keeping only the head between his lips.

"Take a deep breath," Hizashi warned him, placing both hands on the back of Shouta's head, waiting for him to take a deep breath and looking for the nod to let him know he was ready.

As soon as he got it, he pulled Shouta close until the head of his cock was hitting the back of his throat and the man's nose was pressed against his skin, eyes tearing with the strain until he closed them. Hizashi kept him there, looking down at Shouta and holding him against his cock as Shouta tried not to gag, his throat clenching around him as the man tried to swallow before finally letting him go.
Taking deep breaths, Shouta pulled away from him, looking up at Hizashi as he jerked him off slowly, pressing his tongue to the underside of his cock from his balls back up to the head.

"What else do you need Zashi?" He asked softly, pressing soft kisses down his shaft, continuing down to his thighs.
"Stand up," Hizashi whispered, watching the man stand and slowly reaching over to take his pants down until Shouta could easily step out of them and move closer. "Can you go get the lube? And...take off your shirt before you come back."
"Of course, birdie," Shouta told him softly, kissing him softly before making his way to the bedroom to throw his shirt away and getting the lube from the drawer.

When he came back to the living room Hizashi had taken off his pants completely, and a movie had begun to play on the TV, one of Hizashi's favorites too.

"Was that on TV already?" Shouta asked curiously, handing Hizashi the lube as he stared at the TV.
"Yeah, I saw it was on and I know it's one of the few you like," Hizashi told him softly, pulling him closer and opening the bottle of lube, pouring some on his fingers and reaching between Shouta's legs, teasing at his dick slowly before moving further into his cunt and sliding a finger inside. Making sure he was wet and loose before pulling him closer.

It was almost second nature to slide into Hizashi's lap, one knee on either side of his lap as the blond lined up his cock against his entrance and slowly sank down on him, shivering at the stretch and pressing his forehead against Hizashi's shoulder as he got used to the stretch before starting to move.

"Wait, just...don't move, just stay there," Hizashi asked him softly, wrapping his arms around Shouta and keeping him there, not letting him move as the movie played on the background.
"Just like this?" Shouta asked, moving his arms to wrap around Hizashi's shoulders and cuddling close.
"Almost, more like...like this." He told him, guiding his hips so it was on a slow grind against Hizashi.

It was a slow and tortuous pace, Shouta kept a tight hold on Hizashi as he rolled his hips against him, feeling the slow drag of his cock inside him and the slight friction against his dick. He had started breathing heavily by the time the first commercial break started.
As soon as the first commercial was rolling Hizashi was slamming into him with little control, the wet squelch that came with every thrust was drowned by the loud music playing, only to stop as soon as the movie started again.

It wasn't even that Hizashi was only paying attention to him while the movie was on commercial break either. While it played Hizashi would be kissing at his shoulders or his neck, his hands running up his back and keeping him close or gently tugging on his hair. And Shouta could still feel those lovely green eyes on him. It seemed that the movie only served to set the pace as background noise, when it was playing Hizashi would stay still, guiding Shouta's hips in a slow pace that had him melting against Hizashi as he nuzzled against Hizashi's neck, feeling the pleasure come in peaceful waves. And then the commercials came and Shouta would be trembling and moaning as he bounced on Hizashi's lap.

Halfway through the movie, Hizashi seemed to lose control, not stopping in the harsh thrusts, ramming into Shouta as the man cried out, arching his back as he came, clenching around Hizashi's cock and his legs trembled as he rolled his hips against him. Hizashi pulled him close against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly against his back and the other gripping his ass as he slammed into Shouta's cunt, moaning against Shouta's ear as he finally went over the edge. Spilling inside of him and clinging to him as he rode out his orgasm.

It took a moment for both of them to recover their breaths, Shouta melting against Hizashi and staying close against him while the blond held him close, not moving an inch until Shouta tried to move and get comfortable.
The arms around him tighten up, holding him close and refusing to budge, even as Shouta gently pressed against his chest.

"Hizshi..." Shouta sighed, trying to push him away.
"Just stay there, a little while, please," Hizashi asked him softly, and there was something in his voice that told Shouta that something was wrong but he didn't dare say anything.

So instead he just let out a sigh and ran his fingers through Hizashi's hair, resting his head against his shoulder and nuzzling against his neck.

"I'm not going anywhere, I just needed to get settled," Shouta said softly, kissing his neck softly and relaxing on his lap.
"Thank you, love," Hizashi whispers, pressing a kiss to his forehead and brushing his hair back.

It felt odd, to sit there with Hizasi's cock inside him, but he wouldn't say it was bad, it was almost relaxing even. With Hizashi's gentle touches, fingertips running up and down his back, both of them pressing gentle and sweet kisses to their shoulders, neck or anywhere they could reach without moving too much.

When the movie ended Hizashi gently tilted his head towards him, kissing him gently and slowly. Shouta closed his eyes as he kissed him back, running his hand up Hizashi's neck to pull him closer while Hizashi nipped on his lips, pulling back after a moment and staring at each other.

"So, do you just want me to sit on your cock the rest of the day?" Shouta asked with a lazy smile.
"You do look very beautiful when you're like this." Hizashi pointed out gently. "Would that be okay? If you just...stayed like this until we have to move?"
"If that's what you want. I don't dislike it." Shouta answered honestly, cupping his face and pulling him in for a soft kiss. "I might end up falling asleep if you keep that up though."
"Well, we've both found out I really don't mind if you do..." Hizashi told him, a soft smile on his face as he looked up at Shouta, though it still didn't look quite normal.
"You know you'll have to tell me what's wrong eventually right?" Shouta asked, leaning in for another kiss.
"I know, and I will but...right now this is all I want," Hizashi answers, placing his hands on top of Shouta's and pressing more kisses to his face.

That was the end of that for now, later that night he would ask Hizashi what was wrong again and they would have a long discussion about it. But right now Shouta enjoyed a small nap while sitting on Hizashi's lap, leaning against his shoulder as the man continued to play with his hair and draw little doodles and nonsense on his skin with his fingers. Waking up when he felt Hizashi slowly growing harder inside of him, and wasn't that an odd feeling? Feeling far more turned on than he had in a while as he woke up and clenched down around him, placing lazy kisses to his skin. There was something about waking up with a cock already buried in his cunt that just had his body almost reacting on his own, rolling his hips against him and more than happy to let Hizashi push him down to lay down on the couch and fuck him senseless once more.

He didn't know what brought this on, and later on, he would listen to Hizashi cry about how scared he was of losing him after the attack on the USJ and it would all make sense. But right now he was happy to just let Hizashi use him like this, needed it even, after almost a month barely being able to touch each other and being in that forsaken full-body cast he needed to feel his husband this close to him as well, at one point he even wrapped his legs around his waist to stop him from pulling out the second time, keeping him on top of him and feeling some comfort on the familiar weight on his chest and the sweet stretch until they both were too exhausted to continue and the need for a bath became more obvious.

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Shouto never really liked looking at himself in the mirror, he hated seeing the scar that deformed his face, the red hair that reminded him of his father, or the blue eye that was close to useless since he got the scar. His left side was unsightly, and he didn't like the reminders.

But sometimes he didn’t really get the chance to avoid looking at himself, especially now that he was a pro hero and his face was everywhere from tabloids to proper magazines, to newspapers, articles online, merch, anywhere he looked at, and of course...Izuku’s room had a giant full mirror in his wardrobe that faced the bed that he always tried to avoid whenever they got intimate or he tried to make it so all he could really see was Izuku whenever he happened to glance that way.
He thought he was being subtle, thought that he would take this to his grave but…in hindsight, he really should stop underestimating his boyfriend and his observational skills.

It started like any normal date, they'd gone out for dinner together since it was their day off from the agency, talked about their week and discussed a few of the cases they were actually allowed to discuss. And they had ended up at Izuku's home, pretending they were actually watching the TV while cuddling together when Izuku pulled Shouto closer, kissing the top of his head when he leaned in to rest his head on Izuku's shoulder. One soft kiss turned into another, slowly trailing down his temple as Shouto turned his face and tilted it up so they could both kiss properly, lips pressed against each other and humming softly as Izuku took control of the kiss early on.
Usually, it was left up in the air when one of them would top and the other bottom, it varied on their mood and how they felt at the moment. If they both wanted to top or they both felt like bottoming they would take turns or find something else that would fit the mood but then there were times like this...times where Izuku just got this urge all of a sudden and he would kiss SHouto like he wanted to steal his breath away and Shouto could do nothing more than let him.

He always kissed him deeply when he got on that mood, he would hold him close and set the pace and even if Shouto tried to turn things around and be the one to control the kiss or to try and guide the green-haired man's hands to where he wanted them it would be for nothing. The taller man would press him down on the bed or the couch or wherever they were at that moment and just continue like he couldn't even feel Shouto's weak attempts at taking back control until he inevitably gave up when everything started feeling too good for him to remember why he even wanted to set the pace in the first place.

"Bedroom?" Izuku whispered against his lips, looking at him with his vibrant green eyes that never failed to make Shouto soon.
"Yeah," Shouto answered breathlessly, as though he really had a choice when Izuku was like this and even if he did...why fight something this good?

They stepped into the bedroom, Izuku taking his hand as they went up the stairs and pressing soft kisses to his lips as they got closer. Big and calloused hands reached out to slip under his shirt and run up his chest, taking the shirt right off as he guided Shouto backward towards the bed. Meanwhile, Shouto didn't waste any time in returning the favor, grabbing Izuku's stupid "dress shirt" (he loved those shirts, loved the stupid sense of humor his boyfriend had, loved that he had worn one that said "meeting-the-parents shirt" when he finally got introduced to his mom and had beamed when she chuckled softly).

His hands roamed over Izuku's broad chest, feeling all the scars and marks that littered his body as he knelt down to kiss him, running his hands up to his chest and stopping as he played with the short curls on the nape of his hair.
Everything was going perfectly, just like usual, and there was no reason for him to think that Izuku might be planning something. Sure he realized that Izuku had gotten him on his hands and knees facing the full mirror but he thought that had been an accident at first, letting his head drop down on the mattress as he felt two fingers scissoring him open with particular care. He was panting and clutching at the sheets as Izuku prepped him, avoiding looking at the mirror until he felt a hand tangled in his long hair, pulling at it gently but firmly and forcing him to look forward.

"No hiding today Shouto. There's something I want to do." Izuku told him softly, kissing his bare shoulder as he curled the fingers inside of him. And that was the first and only warning he got about what his boyfriend was planning.

Of course, he knew Izuku would stop if he asked him to, he would stop and apologize and do whatever it took to get Shouto to feel comfortable. But...he was curious too, curious about what Izuku wanted to do, and how he wanted to do it, so he just kept his head up and only tried to look down when he wanted the strong hand holding on to his hair to pull. His eyes following Izuku's moves, grey and blue meeting green in the mirror.

"You look so pretty Shouto," Izuku said softly, smiling at him without even one hint of deceit. Only the usual sweetness and kindness. "You always look pretty of course, but I love watching you like this, seeing you come apart."

Shouto shivered at that, mouth opening and closing as he tried to say something, anything else. But nothing came to mind as he felt Izuku pushing his fingers deeper into him, curling up and massaging his insides while he was left scrambling to keep his sanity. He couldn't even avoid looking at himself in the mirror, seeing the glazed over eyes, the light flush that was painfully obvious on his pale skin.

"Every part of you is so beautiful, you should see some of the articles written about you." Izuku smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his shoulder. "Of course I already know all that, how good looking you are, how gorgeous your eyes are..."
"Izu.." Shouto gasped trying to close his eyes as Izuku pushed another finger inside of him.
"Your hair is so soft too, unique, and pretty. I'm so glad you let it grow," Izuku smiled, letting go of Shouto's hair and grabbing his chin firmly while very clearly trying not to hurt him. "Open your eyes."

It took all his will power to obey, eyes opening slowly to see his flushed face, and the arousal written on his face. He couldn't keep his eyes open for long though, it felt too good and he kept getting distracted by Izuku, and the more he looked the more he felt ashamed by how he looked.

All too soon he felt the loss of the fingers spreading him open, whining as the empty feeling and glancing at Izuku who just picked him up like he weighed nothing.

"What are you..." Shouto asked as Izuku put him down on the floor, looking at his boyfriend with a confused look on his face until he was turned around and he was face to face with himself. "Izuku.."
"If you want me to stop I will, but I really want to do this Shouto," Izuku told him, and through the mirror, he could see the sad eyes begging him to let him do this and in the end, all the dual-haired man could do was let out a sigh and nodding, staring at himself in the mirror as Izuku positioned himself behind him.

The green-haired man guided his hands to press them against the mirror for support, spreading his legs open and pulling his hips closer so he was bending forward. All the while Shouto was intimately aware of the way he looked, his hard cock dangling between his legs, the way his chest moved with each deep breath he took, the soft pink hue of his skin, and his hair that fell around his shoulders messily. There was no way to stop looking at himself from this position, but he could look at Izuku, seeing how he positioned himself behind him and trying not to tense in anticipation as he felt him push inside of him.

It was a slow process, clearly, Izuku was in no hurry as he thrust into Shouto Idly, meeting his eyes on the mirror and smiling at him as he ran his hands over his body, leaning over him.

"So beautiful, I wish you saw what I do every time I see you. You're so amazing Shouto, I love you so much." Izuku whispered against his shoulder as he finally bottomed out, burying his cock inside Shouto's ass and staying there for a moment before pulling back, not wasting one second before thrusting back in. "I love how you look when I'm inside you like this too, that look in your eyes...can you see it?"

And Shouto definitely could, this close he could see what Izuku was talking about, the dilated pupils, the half-lidded eyes, the pink lips that only got redder the longer he bit them to try and stop himself from moaning. White and red strands of hair sticking in different places to his face as he got hotter.
It was a far cry from how calm and collected he usually was, staring at himself right now was so different.

"And your whole body reacts too, even when you try being quiet." Izuku continued, unaware or uncaring of how he was making Shouto fall apart with each thrust of his hips, wet squelches filling the room with each thrust. "Look, follow my hands."

He didn't need to be told twice, looking down to see his scarred hand moving up from his hips slowly up his middle, taking his time until he reached Shouto's nipples and given them a playful pinch each before running his thumb over them and Shouto could feel and see how his body reacted, nipples getting hard under his touch as he moved on, moving his hand up to his neck and then tilting his head up. Seeing the loving look on the green eyes.

"See? Every part of you reacts. I love it, I love you." Izuku tells him, kissing his cheeks as he moved his other hand lower, wrapping it around his dick and slowly pumping it as he continued to thrust into him. "And I love to be the only one to see you like this, knowing I can do this...it feels really good Shouto."
"Aaah, Izu...hnng." Shouto moaned, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to the mirror as Izuku's thrusts got faster and harder.
"Don't close your eyes, look at you. Look at you the same way I do Shou." Izuku whispered, looking so serious as they made eye contact through the glass, Shouto's breathing stopped for a moment, forcing himself to look back.

He was entranced by the image this time, looking at himself almost like he was a stranger and watching the way his body reacted to everything Izuku did, red lips, sweaty face, his eyes suddenly couldn't get enough of it. Hands closing in a fist as he pushed back against Izuku's thrusts, seeing his own cock bouncing with each one and weeping as he begged for release. He was absolutely gone as he watched the two of them reflected back, barely aware of all the compliments Izuku was giving him before he saw the man's hand sliding from his hips to his dick and wrapping around him, jerking him off until he was crying and seeing stars.

"Izuku!" He cried as he came, feeling his arms give way and pressing himself against the mirror, panting and closing his eyes while Izuku finished inside him.

Laying in bed later that night, staring at his sleeping boyfriend, he couldn't help but feel lucky to have him in his life. And it would be safe to say that after this, looking into the mirror wouldn't be that bad.

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Neither of them remembered how it started, and they really didn't care too much at this point. If anyone asked, and they wouldn't since this was something Aizawa didn't plan on anyone finding out, they'd say it started as a coincidence and leave it at that.

What really mattered was the most recent encounter, Aizawa had been out on patrol when the fire user tried to sneak past him. As infuriating as he always was when he found Aizawa, testing the limits of his patience and getting him riled up, angry.
Aizawa responded in kind, jibe after jibe, insults between the two before one of them broke and threw the first punch, from there it was an old song and dance.

A punch here, a kick there, grabbing at long black hair and pulling the hero close while the other scratched at his scarred arm. The fight going on, and on, neither of them willing to give an inch until they were both black and blue, adrenaline running high as they stared at each other. The city below them and nothing more than the sound of their heavy breathing.

Neither of them could tell who made the next move, they each would say it was the other one to hold their pride intact but the truth was that they always moved at the same time. Grabbing at each other, teeth biting into each other's mouths, nails digging into ragged clothes, hands grabbing and pulling at long hair.
A battle of dominance as they kissed, neither of them willing to give in even just an inch, the taste of blood overcoming anything else as they clutched to each other and the heat started to rise up.

Pants were taken off in a hurry to get their cocks out, grinding against each other as Dabi broke the kiss, leaning down to bite harshly at Aizawa's neck, smugness emanating off of him as he heard the pained grunt accompanied by the thrust of his hips. Aizawa licked the blood off his lips, only some of it was his, and grabbed at Dabi's hair, tugging him close while the two humped against each other.

"If you leave a mark, I'm going to pull out all your teeth," Aizawa growled as Dabi continued to bite and suck on his neck, hating how sensitive he was and how he really couldn't hide it from the villain.
"Kinky, but I doubt you'll actually do that hero," Dabi mocked, biting him once more even harder, causing Aizawa to hold back a groan.
"Underground hero, don't underestimate me." He huffed, pulling on his hair and glaring as he saw the smug smirk on the villain's face.
"We'll see about that." He said, sending a wave of flames towards Aizawa and using the distraction to push the man down on the floor, sitting on top of him. "But first, how about some payback?"

Aizawa turned his face towards Dabi, freezing underneath him as the man placed his hand on the back of his head, pushing his face down.

"Wonder who would be faster, my flames or your erasure?" Dabi smirked, looking down at the pro and running his hands down his body. Stopping just as he reached his ass. "I could barely walk last time, I think it's my turn."
"As if a weakling like you could do it as rough as I like." Aizawa snorted, giving Dabi a challenging look.

A growl was all the answer he got before the villain was pulling his pants down carelessly. The younger villain clearly had something to prove and Aizawa would be lying if he said he wasn't the slightest bit aroused to see what he could do. He knew he shouldn't, this man was dangerous and he should be taking him to the police. But it was far too late to think about that now.

"Suck." The younger man reached out to push two fingers inside of Aizawa's mouth, forcing him to open up his jaw as he stared down at him, tugging on his hair when Aizawa refused to obey. "Or I'll go in dry."

That seemed to snap Aizawa out of it, staring at Dabi with a calculating look before deciding that yeah, he would be capable of it. So he closed his lips around his fingers, sucking on them and running his tongue between them and circling each digit to get them as wet as he could, tilting his head and glaring at the villain when he moved them around in his mouth, pressing down against his tongue or pulling on his cheek.

All too soon the two digits were gone though, leaving Aizawa panting and spitting on the ground, trying to turn around to look at Dabi only for the asshole to push his face down with force, keeping out of sight and knowing Aizawa couldn't do anything about it.

"Keep struggling and I'll burn off all that pretty black hair of yours," Dabi growled, rubbing one finger over Aizawa's entrance and pushing in without any warning.
"And burn the rest of your hand in the process...fuck!" Aizawa cursed, closing his eyes when Dabi started pushing his finger in and out. "Fucking brute,"
"You were the one that wanted it rough, hero, don't go holding back on me now." The villain mocked, not slowing down his movements as he grabbed a fistful of black hair and pulled hard.

The worst part was that he was right, Aizawa liked this far more than he was willing to admit. He liked the violent encounters where the two would be left bleeding and bruised for weeks. Where he would fuck the younger man until that smart mouth stopped working and the only thing that left him were cries of pain and pleasure. Or being fucked raw until he could barely walk the next day and he had to pretend he got into a terrible fight, the state of his face and the rest of his body only serving as proof.

"Fucking slut, you just love being fucked by any dick passing your way don't you?" Dabi mocked, adding a second finger and ignoring the noise of protest coming from under him.
"Do you ever shut up?" Aizawa asked, closing his fists and trying to keep his breathing even.
"I don't think you really want me to, I can see how fucking hard you are," Dabi laughed as he pulled his hand away from Aizawa, spitting on his hand before reaching down to spread the spit over his cock.

Aizawa widened his eyes as he felt the head of his dick pushing past his entrance, not nearly as prepared or stretched out as he probably should be when the young man was pushing into him without any care.

"Fuck! You fucking...stop..." Aizawa hissed, feeling the sting and the pain of the stretch as the man just pushed into him without any restraint.

"Hm don't want to." Dabi smirked, bottoming out and in the same beat pulling out.

There was barely a moment for Aizawa to breathe before the fire user was setting a punishing pace, grinding the hero's face into the pavement as he slammed into him. He was impossibly tight as Dabi tore him open, the hot cock slamming mercilessly into him and leaving him reeling as he tried to kick and pull away. Even with all the pain, there was no denying that little pleasure as Dabi fucked into him, soft groans and gasps falling from his lips even as he tried to stop them. The villain even sped up, hitting his prostate every so often, enough for Aizawa to start seeing stars when he suddenly stopped.

Aizawa would complain, but he never was the type to lay back and take it, most definitely not with someone like Dabi.
The moment Dabi slowed down Aizawa just reached back to take his arm, pulling him closer before switching their position, pushing the villain into the floor and climbing on his lap as he grabbed at his hair.
“Losing steam, are we?” He growled as he lined himself up with Dabi’s cock and pushing down on him. Moving with the same fast pace that he had when the villain had him pinned down, grabbing at his hair while the black-haired man grabbed his hips.

The hands on him were hot, he’d think the villain was using his quirk if he didn’t know any better. Nails dug into his skin, drawing blood as he pulled him down on his cock, and Aizawa wasn’t any better, pulling on his hair, biting on his lips, pulling at his seams and seeing how the staples and piercings got bloody.

Calling whatever happened between them passionate wouldn’t be a lie, but it was a mostly violent passion, anger concentrated in between the two as they pulled and pushed at each other. Blood, bruises, spit, the sound of pained cried that brought pleasure and satisfaction to the other, they enjoyed putting the other in pain, seeing them cry out, pouring all their anger into them and making them cry with pleasure even as they tried to deny themselves that much.

Neither of them could say who came first, but all too suddenly Aizawa felt the burning cum filling him up, hissing as he rode out his own orgasm and breathing heavily as he looks down at the mess he made out of him, standing up and flinching at the way his legs shook underneath him, taking a deep as he got dressed.

“Leaving already? No pillow talk?” Dabi mocked, staying on the floor and watching as Aizawa got dressed.
“Any more time with you and I will be charged for murder.” The man answered as he rolled his eyes, trying not to limp as he walked away.
“Fair enough, see you next time you need someone to fuck you right,” Dabi smirked.

Aizawa didn’t answer, leaving as soon as he could and ignoring the voice in the back of his head that agreed with Dabi. He hated the man more than anything, wanted to see him bleed and break under him, but he couldn’t stop coming to him when everything else was too soft.

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It wasn't really often that the apartment that the three of them lived in was quiet. With Hizashi and Oboro himself usually being the ones making noise but Shouta was never too far behind as long as one of them was with him.

But Hizashi wasn't home, he was busy working at the station and Shouta was working on some reports that he had taken from Oboro because apparently, he had been doing them wrong. And that meant that Oboro was just...bored. There was nothing to do, nothing to watch, and he was getting far too bored to stand it. But he knew that Shouta wouldn't be okay with him just interrupting him.

So instead he just laid back on the couch, staring at his boyfriend as he worked and slowly moving his hand down his chest and sliding it to his crotch, rubbing himself over his jeans as he stared at him. Shouta was so beautiful even when working, he had his hair up on a bun since he'd been letting it grow and now it reached past his shoulders, his shirt was a bit too big since he hated tight clothes and it showed plenty of skin from his neck. There was nothing outright erotic about the view, Shouta was just working, biting on the pen every once in a while but he looked so pretty. The fact that he wasn't looking and had no idea what Oboro was doing just made it a lot better.

He could feel himself getting harder as he stared at the man, eventually unzipping his jeans and pulling them down so he could take himself in his hand, jerking off slowly as he looked at Shouta.
There was no rush, he was enjoying the lazy pace as he stared at Shouta, eyes following the curve of his neck, the expanse of pale skin, the focused look on his face as he filled the forms and the occasional stop as he thought about what to put next, pressing the pen to his lips and causing Oboro's eyes to stay there for a moment to remember the softness of those lips against his own, or against his skin, or around his...

Taking a deep breath as he squeezed his dick, dropping his head on the couch. He had wanted to let Shouta keep working but he had worked himself up. and without Hizashi there to help him...
Making up his mind Oboro stood up, wrapping up his arms around Shouta and burying his face on the back of his neck and nuzzling it lightly.

"What are you doing?" He heard Shouta ask, feeling him stop as he tilted his head.
"I was bored. And feeling ignored." Oboro answered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
"Well I'm busy, I can't pay attention to you. Go to Hizashi if you want." He replied simply, turning his attention back to the papers.
"He's at the station...it's fine you just finish and I'll stay right here," Oboro told him, running his hands over Shouta's middle, slipping under his shirt and pressing soft kisses over the naked skin and pressing himself close to him, grinding against Shouta.
"Stop it, I need to work, let me finish and then I'll just suck you off or something," Shouta told him as he picked up some of the papers.

Oboro laughed lightly at the way he sounded, he knew Shouta was usually the type to just say whatever he thought but whenever it came to sex it still took Hizashi and him by surprise. A rather...hot surprise.

"And they say romance is dead. Come on, we'll be done in five minutes." Oboro told him simply as he pulled on the chair, forcing Shouta to stand up.
"Seriously? You can't wait?" Shouta rolled his eyes and shook his head when Oboro tried to pull him into a kiss. "Whatever, if you really need to get your dick wet that bad then just do what you have to but I need to finish this," Shouta told him simply as he turned back around and leaned over to the table to continue the forms.
"...seriously?" Oboro asked as he looked at Shouta, looking down as he saw the way he was leaning down on the table, waiting for an answer but when Shouta just continued to ignore him in favor of paperwork he just took a step forward.

He was tentative as he pulled his pants down, keeping his eyes on the man but there was no kick, or a slap, or anything from Shouta to indicate that he hadn't meant it. But when nothing came he just continued until he could see Shouta's bare legs, running his hands over his thighs and dipping his fingers between his legs reaching between the folds and to Shouta's entrance, frowning as he moved his hand to his clit.
There was no way he could do anything right now without hurting Shouta, taking his hand back to lick his fingers as he looked down at the black-haired man who really didn't look bothered at all, only pushing his things farther into the table so he could lean over and let Oboro do what he wanted while he worked.

As soon as he felt his fingers were wet enough he rubbed them against Shouta again, getting him wet and loose and looking back up to his face.
Still nothing.
Shouta had gone right back to being too focused on the work to pay attention to Oboro as the man spread him open. He felt a little annoyed that his boyfriend really was having no reaction to him but on the other hand...it was also arousing to think of Shouta just letting him do whatever he wanted to him. He took a deep breath and pushed on his back to get him to lean over just a little bit more, leaving his ass on display as Oboro took his cock out.

Lining himself up, Oboro thrust inside of him slowly, looking down at Shouta as he finished one line of the reports and pushed that file away, taking another one from the pile. Oboro took a deep breath as he bottomed out, leaning against him until Shouta nudged him.

"Don't do that, I can't write if you're all over me," Shouta told him with a huff, brushing a strand of his hair behind his ear as he looked down at the report, reading it through.
"Pff, fine," Oboro answered, moving back and placing both hands on Shouta's hips as he pulled back before thrusting into him, looking down at him.

There was no need to do much, focused on his own pleasure as he stared at Shouta just like he had done before, watching him work and taking him in as he slammed into him eagerly. The man underneath him was quietly working, not a moan or a sound left him as he focused on the words in front of him. It made Oboro eager to break him, to see how long it took before he lost himself in the pleasure, to see him gasp and beg for more.

But no matter how hard he fucked into Shouta the man refused to let a sound leave him, he looked almost bored as he did...well at this point Oboro wasn't sure if he wanted to know what it was. Feeling the warm walls of Shota's cunt clenching around him and urging him to move faster. He gripped Shouta's hips and rammed into him, holding him steady when he pulled out only to push him further into the table as he slammed back into him.
He could see Shouta writing down something, the pen barely shaking in his hand as he wrote things down and only taking the pen off the paper whenever Oboro thrust into him so he wouldn't mess up the forms. Always so diligent their Shouta.

The noise of sheets of paper being flipped was drowned by the wet squelch of Oboro's thrusts, his soft sighs, and groans whenever he felt Shouta clench down around him. Whether he knew he was doing it or not, whether it was on purpose or not, it didn't matter to him. He just pushed into him, gripping his hips tightly as he pushed him back into him and only getting a grunt from Shouta in response as he slammed into him even harder.

"You missed something there." Oboro pointed out in between panting, pointing to the empty space as he leaned over him.
"No, I need to check that before filling it. And I need to ask Hizashi first." Shouta answered, voice carefully even as he put the pen back to the paper.
"You can't ask me? What if I...aah...have the answer you need?" Oboro asked, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck and running his hands up Shouta's shirt.
"Pff, yeah right, I doubt you'd be able to tell me your hero name if I asked right now." Shouta snorted, reaching out to grab one of the reports to read it over.
"Hmmm 'raserhead?" Oboro joked, nuzzling against his hair.
"No that's the hero you're fucking," Shouta smirked, reaching behind him to pet Oboro's hair, "and who would appreciate if you hurried it along. I need to drop this off at the agency once I'm done."
"I'll fly you there," He said, letting his hands roam over his chest and stomach and licking his lips as he looked down at him.

Shouta didn't have an answer to that, but Oboro could feel the denial and doubt that must be written on his face as he gave the top of his hair another gentle pat before turning back to his files. Holding himself up on the table as Oboro stared down at him, wishing he could take off those clothes completely off but Shouta definitely wouldn't allow that, he was already letting him do a lot, not reacting too much but placing his free hand over Oboro's arm when he could, or tangling those long and elegant fingers through the soft white hair when Oboro buried his face against his neck just to breathe him in.
He let out a groan as he slammed into him one last time, filling him up with his seed and pulling back just to see him as his cum dripped down his thighs. Making his cock twitch just by looking at him.

"Really? You couldn't even pull out?" Shouta groaned, looking back at him. "The whole point of letting you do this was to keep working and not get distracted."
"Keep working then, I'll get you cleaned up." He smirked and knelt down, grabbing Shouta's thighs and looking at him. And this time...well this time there was no denying the blush on his cheeks as he looked away.
"Whatever...you better do a good job at least." He huffed, turning away as Oboro moved closer, licking his way up his thighs without a second thought, seeing how Shouta took a deep breath as he licked into his entrance holding his legs open as he tasted himself inside of Shouta, pushing his tongue deep inside him.

And still not a sound, nothing out of Shouta. Nothing other than the way his legs twitched and shook as Oboro ate him out to show that he wasn't as unaffected as he looked, just really good at focusing his attention on what had to be done.

That was fine though. Let Shouta finish his work then, he'll just continue keeping himself entertained.

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Midoriya Izuku had the stamina of a monster, something that Hitoshi had realized early on their relationship during their last year at UA, and he wasn't sure if he was blessed or cursed with his boyfriend as he laid back and felt his whole body burning after losing count of how many times he'd come already.

It started so normally too, after a night of patrolling and coming home to Izuku the shorter male had asked about his day off, and perhaps Hitoshi should have seen something was off from the moment he was asked but at that moment he could only really focus on how it felt to have the man in his arms kissing his neck and pulling him close. Letting him get dragged to the bedroom and pulled on top of him as they kissed.

Of course what started as a slow session quickly turned into something a lot more desperate, Hitoshi had pushed Izuku down on the bed, fucking into him as his boyfriend kissed his neck and reached around them to push a couple of fingers inside of him while loosening him up, moaning and bucking his hips back into Hitoshi's without shame as the two continued to kiss heatedly. He groaned as Izuku ran his hands down his chest, feeling him pinch and play with his nipples while looking delighted up at Hitoshi when he saw the way his boyfriend reacted to his touch. Hitoshi had wanted to last longer, though with Izuku clenching around him and rolling his hips under him it didn't take long before Hitoshi was stuttering in his pace, slamming hard into Izuku and cuming deep inside the green-haired man.

After he saw Izuku's eyes he knew it was going to be a long night. After he came the first time he'd gotten to his knees, letting Izuku fuck into his mouth while he recovered, looking up to see his boyfriend staring down at him darkly while running crooked and scarred fingers through his purple hair. He'd been determined to get him to cum in his mouth, taking his cock until he felt it hit the back of his throat, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed his head. Continuing like that until his jaw started feeling sore and he had to take a break, kneeling back and jerking him off slowly as he stared up at Izuku.

"Can I fuck you?" Izuku asked, face bright red as he looked down at Hitoshi, brushing his hair back as he looked at Hitoshi, who had not realized that he'd gotten hard again until Izuku pressed his calf against his crotch.
"Yes, please." Hitoshi sighed, moving up as Izuku tugged his hair gently and kissing him back as he was pulled closer and climbing on his lap. Izuku made some quick work on preparing him, continuing what he'd started earlier by making sure he was loose and ready for him before guiding him to sit on his cock.

Even then, after coming once, Hitoshi rode his boyfriend eagerly. Running his hands down his chest and tracing some of the scars that littered his body while Izuku gripped his hips and guided him up and down on his lap, occasionally leaning forward and pulling Hitoshi into a kiss. What started as an even and slow pace quickly turned into something desperate and rushed as Hitoshi slammed down and felt Izuku's cock press against his prostate, shivering in his lap and gasping as he clenched down around the man.

Izuku groaned as he looked up at Hitoshi, holding him steady as he rammed his hips up into him and kept his green eyes glued to the man who arched his back as he hit that sweet spot over and over. He always loved seeing his love like this, the usually stoic or even sarcastic expression he wore falling apart when Izuku treated him like this. He was never loud, always contained even when he was lost in the pleasure, but he still melted against Izuku, following his touch and not trying to contain the soft sighs and moans that escaped him until his breath hitched and he held his breath as another orgasm was ripped from him.

The purple-haired man fell against his boyfriend like a puppet with his strings cut out, trembling in his lap as he rode out his orgasm and pressed his forehead to broad shoulders, letting out a whine when he felt Izuku twitching inside him.

"Still? Really?" He groaned when Izuku rolled his hips up. "You monster..."
"Sorry I just...we haven't in a while so..:" Izuku looked genuinely sheepish as he wrapped his arms around Hitoshi, pulling him close. "I can take care of it alone if you're too tired."

It took less than a second for Hitoshi to reach out and wrap his arms around Izuku, a part of him knowing he was going to regret it while another was a bit curious of how long Izuku could last.

"I didn't say I wanted you to stop, did I? So you better keep going before I order you to continue." He growled, leaning in to bite on Izuku's earlobe and as he felt the shiver that went through his whole body.
"Yes, sir." Was the breathy response as Izuku flipped them around, raising Hitoshi's legs so his ankles were on his shoulders.

Hitoshi reached up to run his fingers through Izuku's hair while the shorter man slammed into him, sending spiked of pleasure up Hitoshi's spine that were quickly drowned under the pain of his abused body complaining as his cock tried to get hard again. It was an interesting feeling, still able to feel good but every touch felt amplified as Izuku ripped him open with each thrust.

The green-haired man kept his eyes locked on him, watching as he panted and whined whenever Izuku hit his prostate, he tried to keep his composure but it was had when his boyfriend looked so good while squirming under him. He was almost bent in half as Izuku sped up his pace, ramming into him and staring as Hitoshi whined and arched against him, tugging on green curls as he got harder.

"Izu...fuuu, so good," Hitoshi gasped, pulling the boy's face towards him in a sloppy and messy kiss, the rest of his moans drowned against his lips, whispers of his name lost in the rest of the noises filling the room.

The third time he came was almost a surprise, a choked cry escaping him as he clung to Izuku, his toes curling as he arched away from the bed and he lost control of his body. Tugging on Izuku, feeling overheated as the man didn't even let him catch his breath as he continued slamming into him, only dropping his legs and turning Hitoshi on his side so he could continue as the man shivered.

"So pretty, you look so good Hitochan," Izuku groaned as he nipped on his neck, moving his lips down to Hitoshi's nipples and sucking around them.
"W-wai....Izu, hnng." Hitoshi moaned, tugging on Izuku's hair before dropping his hands on the bed and hitting it lightly as his cock wept, unable to breathe as he trembled under Izuku's weight.

Hitoshi was still hard after his last orgasm when Izuku reached down to wrap his hand around his cock, stroking him slowly and using Hitoshi's own cum as lube as he jerked him up, holding him down and steady when he tried to pull away from so many stimuli, he was sure he was crying as he clutched at the sheets, one hand reaching up to the headboard as Izuku continued messing with him.
His fifth and last orgasm nothing came out, his cock was over-sensitive and even the slightest touch sent him reeling and sobbing at the sensation.

It didn't take long after that for Izuku to finally finish, spilling himself deep inside Hitoshi and dropping down on top of him, feeling the small and constant shivers that wrecked through his body as he tried to catch his breath. Panting heavily as Izuku slowly pulled back, looking almost worried at the whine that left his lover's lips when he pulled back.

"You okay Toshi?" Izuku asked, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 
"Hnng" was his only answer, causing Izuku to laugh softly.
"Not speaking?" He asked amused, "did I wreck you that badly?"
"Uuugh...pr'ck" Hitoshi told him, managing to barely turn around and cuddle close to him, feeling the happy laugh from the other man as he fell asleep almost right away, ignoring the complaints from Izuku about how they had to get cleaned up.

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There was not a single person on earth that didn't know how much Present Mic loved leather. The man wore leather from his jacket to his boots on a daily basis and he wasn't shy about it.
What fewer people knew, however, was that one Eraserhead also loved leather. Except that he didn't like wearing it, no, he liked watching how the leather looked as it hugged Yamada's thin legs and how it framed his ass, he liked his leather jacket too but he preferred the one he used on his downtime or to go to the station instead of the pointy and square jacket he used with his hero costume.

He loved the way the leather fingerless gloves felt against his cheek or neck whenever Yamada pulled him closer for a kiss and kept it there, as though he knew exactly what he was doing to him.
And perhaps he was being hasty by saying he didn't like wearing it, he had a couple of leather cuffs that he always loved putting on just to feel it against his skin and they always did such a great job in holding him down. It was harder to break leather than simple cloth, and far more comfortable than metal cuffs.

Aizawa didn't really make a secret that he enjoyed the way his boyfriend looked, that he liked how the leather fit him so well and while he wasn't particularly open with his appreciation he knew that Hizashi knew just how he felt about seeing him clad in full leather and hovering over him like that.
Except, one day he couldn't hold it in, leaning into Yamada as they kissed after a long day of work, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling the blond closer to him while Yamada ran his gloved hands through Aizawa's hair, feeling the cold material as the blond pulled him closer and gripped his neck lightly. He could feel Yamada opening up the straps around his wrist to take off his glove, trying to hold back the disappointment as he reached up to grab his arm.

"Don't," Aizawa whispered against his lips, opening his eyes to see the confused look on his face.
"Don't...what? You want to stop?" Yamada asked carefully, always so sweet even when Aizawa wanted him to let loose.
"No, don't stop. But don't take off your gloves." Aizawa ordered, leaning in to bite on Yamada's lip, feeling the cogs turning as the man froze against him.
"One of those days huh?" Yamada asked, looking down at him as Aizawa nodded. "Okay, I'll leave my gloves on. What else?"

Here Aizawa did hesitate, glancing down at his pants and wondering if he should say it when Yamada caught up.

"My pants? Okay...My jacket?" He asked again, unzipping the leather jacket as he licked his lips and stared at his boyfriend.
"No.. not...just the pants and the gloves." Though if he only had the jacket maybe...

It was perhaps a sentiment to how long the two of them had known each other that Yamada seemed to understand right away what Aizawa wanted right them.

"Naughty kitten, should I go grab your cuffs and the collar then?" Yamada asked, running his hand under Aizawa's shirt, letting him feel the catch of the leather over his skin, the soft fingers in sharp contrast with the rest of his hand, shivering as the cold rings on his hand brushed over his nipples.
"Hnng, shuddup and just do it." Aizawa groaned, turning his head to try and hide his burning face to no avail, as Yamada reached out to grab his chin and force him to look at him.
"Nu-huh, don't hide now. I want to see how you feel..." Yamada asked, nudging Aizawa's legs open as he climbed between them and ran his hands down his chest. Unzipping his pants as he leaned down and pulled Aizawa closer by the chin for a deep kiss, keeping him still.

Aizawa was helpless as Yamada ran his hand down his stomach, opening up his pants until he could slip a gloved hand inside them and wrapping his hand around his member and pushing his tongue past Aizawa's lips, watching him intently as the man bucked his hips up into Yamada's hand, reaching up to grab at his jacket and bring him close.

From one moment to the next Yamada was grabbing him and pushing him firmly against the bed, keeping him there as he reached underneath it to grab the pair of leather cuffs that Aizawa kept along with a thick leather collar that they had bought together not too long ago.
The blond man grabbed his wrists and pushed them above his head, leaving very little space for Aizawa to look up, seeing the thick straps being secured around his wrists and down to his forearm, letting out a soft sigh when Yamada made sure that they were tight around him without hurting him. and once both cuffs were put on tight he tried to move them only to see that he'd hooked them around the bedframe so he couldn't move.

"Like that, gorgeous," Yamada whispered as he finished undressing Aizawa, taking off his pants and nudging his legs apart as he climbed between them.

Aizawa didn't answer, closing his eyes and hiding his face in his arm as he felt Yamada rubbing his thigh against Aizawa's crotch. He let out a soft whine, looking up as he felt a pair of hands cup his face, forcing him to look up at him as he held the collar above him.

"You want this?" Yamada asked, waiting for Aizawa's nod to reach around him, picking up his head to slide the collar under him and closing the strap. "Tell me when it's too tight."
"Y-yeah," Aizawa nods, throwing his head back as he felt Yamada tightening the collar around him until he could barely breathe and he tugged on the cuffs. "There.."
"Good boy, breathe deeply," Yamada ordered as he pressed his hand down on the leather and watched as Aizawa took a few quivering breaths, pressing his leg down against his crotch and saw the way he choked on a moan.

Aizawa closed his eyes, losing himself to the feelings of the moment, the warmth around his wrist and around his neck where the thick strips of leather were anchoring him down to the bed and to the moment. Shaking as he bucked his hips up against Yamada's thigh, grinding down against him as the blond gave him just enough pressure to make him feel good but not enough to go over the edge.

A pair of lips were pressed against his, kissing and sucking on his lower lip while Aizawa moaned and he arched up as he grinds against the clothed thighs almost desperately. A pair of gloved hands moved down from his neck down his chest, pinching and playing with his nipples as he cried out tried to move closer to Yamada, only stopped by the cuffs around his arms.

Soon he felt his orgasms course through him almost violently, crying out and arching against Yamada before falling down on the bed as he tried to recover his breath.

"Hmm naughty boy," Yamada laughed, kissing the corner of his mouth. "You know how hard it is to clean these pants?"
"Come up here and I'll clean them right now then," Aizawa dared, smirking at him through half-lidded eyes and a smirk, hair clinging to his hair.
"Well, when you offer like that..." Yamada smirked as he climbed up Aizawa's body, watching the man lap up at his pants to get them clean. He couldn't feel much given that his pants were thick to protect him in battles but he could feel the press of Aizawa's chin and his mouth, could almost feel the way he sucked on the leather to clean it thoroughly while looking up at the blond.

Days like this they could go on for hours, and judging by the way that Aizawa's cock was already twitching he could only guess that today would be no different. And he was looking forward to it as he watched the man under him raise his head, eyes closed as he licked his way up his thigh to the evident bulge in his pants.

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It was rare for Iida to take charge whenever him and Midoriya were together, he was far too proper and whenever he felt like it would be a good idea to try and start anything he would remind himself that they were in school, in the dorms, in Midoriya's home or his own, and he would stop himself right away.

Something that clearly did now apply with Midoriya. Who never hesitated to smile at him and kissed him in the middle of the cafeteria, either on the cheek or a peck to his lips. Or he would climb on Iida's lap and do something far riskier when they were alone in their rooms.

But sometimes...sometimes he was the one to pull Midoriya close after they finished their homework together, to kiss him tentatively at first until the green-haired boy wrapped his arms around him and sat on his lap, straddling one of Iida's thighs and letting the taller boy pull him close as they kissed. Usually, this would happen after long days of working out, when his eyes would stray towards Midoriya and he would find the other boy looking back at him, watching him get flustered and looking away before their eyes would inevitably meet again, or days after they spent a good couple of hours studying where his boyfriend would bite on his lower lip or pinch it between his fingers and leave Iida looking at them, remembering what it was like to kiss them. No matter the reason, it always started slow, the two of them just kissing slowly and sweetly, big hands running through the fluffy green hair while scarred fingers clutched at Iida's shirt, and staying like that for the most part.

Some other days that just wasn't enough.

"Ah, I apologize Midoriya-kun, I should have asked before..." Iida started when they separated, cupping the boy's cheeks when the boy beamed at him.
"It's okay Tenya, you don't always have to ask...I like when you get like this," Midoriya said softly, leaning in to kiss him again and pressing himself closer to him, pressing Iida back against the headboard and biting on his lower lip.

The two boys were quick to lose any previous decorum, Iida was pulling his boyfriend closer, humming as the two of them ran their hands over their clothes, Midoriya's hands running down his chest and stopping just above his belt. The kisses turning more and more passionate as time passed, their pants growing tighter as they both tried to keep the other from noticing. At least until Midoriya moved closer, pressing his hard crotch against Iida's thigh and feeling how the taller boy was about as affected as him.

"S-sorry, Midoriya..." Iida whispered, cutting off when the other boy bucked his hips down against him.
"Don't...it's okay, just...is it okay if we don't stop?" Midoriya asked, running his hands back up Iida's toned chest and kissing over his jaw, feeling his breath hitch. "Nothing drastic, just...keep kissing?"
"If, hmm, if that's what you want Midoriya-kun," Iida whispered, running one of his hands up Midoriya's back, tilting his head so he could kiss him again, while the other traveled further down, hesitating as he reached his lower back until Midoriya nudged his hand lower.

Iida could definitely feel the smile against his own lips as he let out a muffled sound of surprise the moment his hand touched Midoriya's rear, letting the boy deepen the kiss as he slowly came to relax. Loosening up as he continued to touch the boy on top of him, gripping at his ass while Midoriya grinds down against him.
Their movements grew more and more desperate, both of them growing harder and more turned on as time went by.

"Tenya..." Midoriya whispered against his lips, pushing him down gently and climbing on top of him, rolling their hips together and glancing down at the taller boy when he heard him gasp, moving down to press his lips to Iida's neck.

In one smooth motion, the blue-haired boy flipped them around, pressing Midoriya down against the bed and kissing him deeply. Gripping at his hair while the hand that had been groping him ran down his thighs, guiding his leg up to rest around his waist and grinding down against him.

Both boys gasped as their clothed cocks pressed against each other, Midoriya bucking his hips up against Iida and pulling him closer, tugging on his clothes as he blushed all the way down to his neck, making Iida wonder if the blush would go even further down. The thought quickly disappeared as Midoriya wrapped his legs around his waist, bringing him closer as he clung to him with his whole body.

They were both breathing heavily and sweating after a few minutes, growing more erratic as Iida thrust down against Midoriya, holding himself up on his elbows as the two shared some messy and sloppy kisses, holding back on any moans as the heat rose between them. It was hard to tell who finished first, one moment Iida was pushing down against Midoriya and grinding down against him when his hips were stuttering, rolling his hips as he came in his pants and buried his face in Midoriya's neck. The boy's arms coming to wrap around his shoulders and neck as he arched up into him.

He could feel the wet spot on his pants, ears turning red in embarrassment but unable to move with the greenette's strong hold around him.
When they finally pulled apart they both looked bright red as they took in each other's state, the ruined school pants, the ruffled shirt and while it was harder to tell how messy Midoriya's hair was, Iida was another story given how his usually well-combed hair looked like a mess.

"That was...good," Iida said after a moment, looking down at his boyfriend, "but perhaps next time we should at least take off our school uniform?"
"Ah, yes! Sorry, I got a little...carried away." Midoriya laughed softly, smiling up at him, causing Iida to smile back and nodding, leaning in to kiss him chastely.
"That's quite alright...I might have gotten carried away too." Iida answered, moving back slightly and watching as Midoriya relaxed on his bed. "Shower?"
"Shower." He answered, smiling at his taller boyfriend as they both stood up.

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A pair of black ears were placed on his head, long fingers running through his hair once they were placed on top of his head and stopping at his chin, tilting his head up to look at the gaunt but handsome face of one Yagi Toshinori.

"Good kitty, now stay there while I finish preparing you okay? Yamada will be here soon." Yagi told him softly and placed a kiss on his forehead before letting go of him, getting the bright yellow collar and buckling it around his neck, smiling at the hazy look on Aizawa's eyes.

He was kneeling on the ground, completely naked except for the collar around his neck, a small bell pressed against his collarbone, a pair of thigh-high socks with paw prints on the bottom, a pair of gloves on his hands that left him very little movement. There was one little bit missing though, in Yagi's hand was the last piece of the puzzle.

A long tail, with a bow tied near the end of it, and on the other side was a rather sizeable buttplug, just the sight of it had Aizawa's mouth-watering and trying hard not to wiggle in his place.

"On your hands and knees now, kitten," Yagi ordered, tapping the small bell to hear it ring as Aizawa moved forward and pressed his face down on the floor, ass up and presenting towards Yagi. "Ooh good boy, you're already pretty deep in aren't you?"
"Meow," was Aizawa's only answer, he knew if he tried to vocalize anything he'd be punished and not in the way he usually liked. When he was his masters' pet he didn't get bend over a knee and spanked, but rather tortured without a chance of release until Yagi and Yamada felt he'd had enough.
"Good," Yagi smirked, running his big hands over Aizawa's ass and giving him a gentle spank before coating the toy with lube, "what a pretty kitten, you're going to greet Yamada like this, won't you Shou-chan?"
"Hnng, meow~" Aizawa moaned as he pushed his ass back against Yagi's hand, looking back at him with darkened eyes.

Yagi smirked as he pressed the head of the plug against Aizawa's entrance, watching him take a deep breath and moan as he pushed it in.

"Look at you taking that like a good slut, I don't even have to apply any pressure your ass is just taking it in?" Yagi asked as he finished pushing the whole plug inside of Aizawa's ass, watching the tail fall between his thighs and giving him another slap.
"Hnng~" Aizawa whined, pressing his forehead to the floor.

A strong hand reached out to grab at his hair, tugging him up and crouching in front of him with a dark smirk.

"Now we're going to wait in the living room, and until Yamada comes back from the station you're going to suck my cock. Understood kitten?" Yagi asked, keeping a tight hold on Aizawa's hair.
"Hnmhm" Aizawa nodded slowly, eyes closing as he was lost in the feelings, losing control of himself as Yagi pulled him in for an almost chaste kiss.

At the moment, he didn't even realize when Yagi had hooked a leash to the collar until he felt a tug and he opened his eyes.

"Let's go then kitten, you have a job to do," Yagi told him with a smirk as he stood up, tugging on the leash and barely giving Aizawa enough time to feel embarrassed before he was being guided towards the living room on his knees.

Crawling on his knees and trying to catch up with the tall man while swallowing the embarrassment of being paraded around like this, as though he wasn't painfully hard and his cock was dripping pre-cum already. Any thought about decency, any previous worry, flew out of his head almost immediately as Yagi sat down on the couch, pulling Aizawa closer by the leash and leaning back.

"Get to work then kitten, or you won't get your reward," Yagi mumbled, undoing his belt and button but leaving the rest to Aizawa.

With a slight blush, Aizawa leaned forward and used his teeth to lower Yagi's zipper, nuzzling his face against the man's crotch and mouthing at the outline of his dick in his boxers, looking up at his master as he licked at him through the cloth.

"Aah~ Good boy, Shou-chan." Yagi moaned, running one hand through his hair and pulling him closer as he watched Aizawa lick and nuzzle against his crotch, feeling his underwear growing wetter by the second.

The man hummed around him, sucking around him and moving further up until he could tug on the elastic down, finally getting some mercy from yagi as he pulled his underwear down and took his giant cock out. Slapping it against Aizawa's cheeks before guiding him towards it, leaning back on the couch and watching him as Aizawa enjoyed his treat.

Eyes closed and hands placed firmly between his thighs as he sucked him in, hollowing his cheeks as he relaxed his throat and tried to take as much of his cock in his mouth, holding back his gags as he felt the head hit the back of his throat before starting to bob his head.

"Oh, well this is a lovely thing to come back home to." He heard a voice say, about to turn around to look at Yamada when he felt a hand on the back of his head and pushed him down to choke on his cock.
"None of that kitty, I didn't tell you to stop," Yagi ordered, keeping the man there before looking back up to Yamada. "Our little kitty was feeling restless, so I decided to keep him entertained."
"Aw, poor kitty, well he looks like he's enjoying himself at least." Yamada laughed and moved closer, leaning in to press a kiss to Yagi's lips before kneeling behind Aizawa. "Let me give him a hand then, then I'll take my turn."
"By all means." Yagi chuckled, looking down at Aizawa whose face was starting to look bright red like it always did when they talked about him like this as though he was nothing more than a toy.

As soon as Yagi gave him permission, a pair of smaller hands replaced Yagi's long and thin one around his hair, pulling his hair back and away from his face before holding him steady.

"Take a deep breath," Yamada warned him as he pulled him off of Yagi's dick until only the head remained in his mouth, waiting for Aizawa to take a few deep breaths before shoving him back down and fucking him on Yagi's dick quickly and mercilessly. "That's it, good kitty pleasing his masters."

Aizawa moaned around Yagi, closing his eyes and feeling them water as he continuously hit the back of his throat, turning his head once he couldn't take much more and panting heavily against Yagi's thighs, sucking on his balls and licking him weakly as Yamada pet his hair.

"Take off your clothes, I'll prep you while he sucks you off," Yagi told Yamada gently, leaning down to kiss the man when he obeyed quickly, watching him attentively as he undressed.

He continued to pet Aizawa while their kitten licked at his dick, occasionally taking him in his mouth and sucking him off, mouthing at the shaft until the man stood up.

"Hnng~" Aizawa whined in complaint, looking up at Yagi when the man tugged on his leash.
"None of that now kitten, remember, you do what we say. Understood?" Yagi asked, tugging on the leash harshly until Aizawa nodded, handing the leash over to Yamada. "Good, now...he's all yours Yamada."
"Good boy, you've been treating Yagi-san nicely right baby boy?" Yamada grinned, kneeling in front of Aizawa and cupping his face, leaning in to kiss him while Yagi sat down behind him. "You'll be good for me too right pet?"

Aizawa nodded quickly, leaning into Yamada and pressing a kiss to his jaw, nuzzling him softly as he moved closer and humming softly as he felt the hands running over his hair and down his back. He moved closer to Yamada, relaxing under his touch and sighing gently when he pulled him up for a passionate kiss, a couple of fingers hooking on his collar to pull him closer. From the corner of his eye, he could barely see Yagi behind Yamada reaching under him, and from the sound of Yamada's moans probably preparing him for Aizawa.

"Good boy, you like making us feel good don't you?" Yamada asked against his lips, panting and flushed as he bit on his lower lip. "Like pleasing your masters?"

Aizawa nodded quickly, letting Yamada guide his hands down to his cock, wrapping his hand loosely around him while Yamada guided his pace, moving down and kissing his way down his body until he felt a tug on his leash, seeing the hungry look in Yamada's eyes.

"Just remember, you can't cum without permission. Or we'll make you pay." Yagi reminded him, helping Yamada to lay down on the floor and watching as the younger blond guided Aizawa to kneel between his legs.
"That's right, you gotta earn it first kitten. But you've been good so far so I'll give you a little reward~" Yamada grinned reaching down between them and taking Aizawa's cock, watching him humping against his hand with abandon. "Aah~ Good kitty, you're so desperate for this aren't you?"
"M-mmhmm~" Aizawa nodded quickly, letting Yamada guide his cock towards the blond's entrance, moaning when he felt the head entering in Yamada's tight heat.

There really was no way for him to control himself in the state he was in, closing his eyes and thrusting into Yamada as soon as he felt the heat around him, ramming into him and leaning down to nuzzle into his neck.

"Aaah~ Good, that's a good kitty~" Yamada moaned as he spread his legs, tugging on Aizawa's leash as he looked up to see Yagi just watching them.

The man was jerking off as he watched the two fuck on the floor in front of him, seeing the way Aizawa was thrusting into Yamada and quickly losing control of himself, the tail plug catching against his rim on every thrust and swaying as he moved. The way he was moving was very animalistic, lost in the role and whining as he buried his face against Yamada's neck.

"You don't have to stay there and just watch Yagi-san~" Yamada laughed, running his fingers through Aizawa's hair as he looked up at him and scratched behind Aizawa's ears, smirking as he heard the soft whine from their little kitten. "Aww, you like that idea baby? You want Yagi to fuck your ass?"

The only answer they got was a nod against Yamada's neck, Aizawa stuttering in his thrusts as he nipped at the skin on his neck and turning his face lightly to look at Yagi.

"Well, since he's been so good for us...you do deserve a reward, don't you pet?" Yagi asked, standing up and kneeling behind him, tugging on the plug and pushing it deeper. "Use your words."
"Y-yes! Please master!" Aizawa moaned, pushing his ass back into Yagi before being shoved back into Yamada.
"Good boy, but don't you go neglecting your other master kitten, don't be so rude," Yagi smirked guiding Aizawa's thrusts before pulling Aizawa's tail off.

The man couldn't stop the whine of disappointment at the sudden empty feeling, though he tried to contain himself since he knew it wouldn't be long before Yagi was fucking him.

Sure enough, almost as soon as the plug was taken off he felt the man's thick cock pushing inside of him, causing him to moan and stay very still at the stretch. Though Yagi gave him no time to get used to him, fucking him in earnest while shoving him deeper into Yamada with every harsh thrust.
It didn't take long to overwhelm him, gasping and moaning as he felt himself being surrounded by his two lovers, dropping his head on Yamada's shoulders and sobbing in pleasure as the man wrapped his arms around him.

"Good boy, you're doing so good kitty~" Yamada whispered against his ear, moaning softly as he ran his hands through his hair. "You feel amazing, our perfect kitten pleasing his masters~"
"That's right, maybe you deserve your reward." Yagi continued, grabbing Aizawa's collar and pulling on him, listening to the small bell ringing with every thrust, "what do you think? Do you want it, kitten?"
"Please! Please masters, I want...I need to cum, please~" Aizawa moaned and bucked his hips back into Yagi before thrusting into Yamada.
"Good boy, cum for us then kitty cat~" Yamada chuckled, clenching down around Aizawa and moaning when he felt man twitching inside of him and crying out as he tried to bury himself inside of Yamada, gasping as Yagi pushed him deeper inside him and twitching as with how sensitive he was.

As soon as Aizawa was done, Yamada wasted no time in pulling away. Sitting in front of the black-haired man and petting him as Yagi continued to ram into him, not even intending on doing anything except give him a second to recover, but in no time Aizawa was resting his head on his thigh, nuzzling his crotch and giving it gentle kitten licks, sucking around him before taking him all into his mouth.

"Aaah ~ Fuck~" Yamada groaned, throwing his hair back as the man sucked him off, feeling the tip of the ears brushing against his stomach, looking up to see Yagi tugging on the leash as he fucked Aizawa. The room was quickly filled with the wet squelches from every thrust and the sound of Aizawa sucking around his dick, the sound of the little bell from his collar only making the noises more obscene.

Yagi seemed to read exactly when Yamada was close, tugging on Aizawa's leash and pulling him off of the blond's cock just in time for the thick white stripes of cum to fall on his face and mouth. The sight of Aizawa so completely destroyed, with cum and drool dripping down his chin, was the last thing Yagi needed to finish, pushing his cock deep inside Aizawa's ass and spilling his seed inside the kitten, watching him arch his back and gasping as he was filled. The only thing holding him up was the hand on his waist and the hold Yagi had on his leash.

As soon as the taller man let go of the leash he fell back on the ground, shivering and burying his face against Yamada's thighs.

"Put the tail back on Yagi-san, he looks so pretty with it." Yamada grinned, petting the man carefully. "And trust me, if he was as restless as you say he was then he'll want a round two soon."
"If you say so..." Yagi hesitated, reaching back to get the plug and pulling out of him, hearing the soft whine from the man as the cum dripped down his thigh.
"Hush now kitten, you'll be filled back up soon." Yamada calmed him down, brushing his hair back and looking at the vacant and hazy look on his face, only broken with a moan as Yagi pushed the tail plug back inside him. "There we go, now...have you had dinner yet Yagi-san?"

Yagi smiled at the wide grin that Yamada had on, as though it was the most normal thing to be petting their boyfriend gently while they were both relatively naked. Aizawa looked completely peaceful as he nuzzled against Yamada's hand and his thigh, closing his eyes and curling around him like a real cat.

"Not yet, I'll bring something and we can all have dinner here," Yagi told him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Yamada's lips, humming as the younger blond answered back in kind.

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Yamada sighed as he entered the small room, taking off his jacket and hanging it by the door before taking off his pants and staying only on his undershirt and boxers, moving closer to the back of the small room where it opened up to a small cubicle where a padded table laid.

This wasn't the first time that Yamada came to a place like this, when he was desperate for a good cock, or ten, to suck on. There were two holes on either side of the wall, one bigger than the other in case he wanted to get fucked. He'd already prepared himself in anticipation of this, sitting down on the padded table and resigning himself to wait. Taking deep breaths and fighting the urge to hum or sing to himself while he waited.

Thankfully he didn't have to wait for long, as a loud knock was heard next to him and he looked to the side, a shadow catching his eyes as he came to kneel on the floor, poking a finger out and urging the man on the other side to come closer.

"Thank fuck, I don't have a lot of time today." Came a gruff and very familiar voice, causing Yamada to smirk as he watched the big cock sliding over the hole and starting to jerk him off. Licking his way from the bottom of the shaft to the tip before wrapping his lips around the burning hot skin, humming pleasantly as he took him in completely down his throat without any trouble.
Endeavor was one of his regular clients, he knew that every weekend he could trust the flame hero to appear and while he generally disliked the man's personality there was no way to deny the fact that he had a cock that was to die for. Not the longest he'd ever had but thick and heavy on his mouth, moaning around him at the stretch around his lips and going to town on him.

He slurped around the thick cock, taking as much as he could until his nose met the wall before moving back, gasping as he continued jerking him off, listening to the muffled groan as he took him back in his mouth, feeling satisfied as he drooled around the giant dick, whining when the man pulled off and relaxing as the man thrust against he wall to fuck into his mouth.

This was one of the few times a week where he got to relax, for a few hours he could think of nothing but servicing the dick in front of him. Closing his eyes as he focused on the way he felt around his mouth before he felt the hot cum going down this throat, moaning as he swallowed it.

By the time he was opening his eyes, he could see the hero putting his cock back in his pants and leaving. He smirked as he wiped his chin waiting for his next customer and idly stroking himself until he could see another dick poking from one of the holes.

He continued like that with pleasure, sucking around the random dicks or getting positions so he could blow some guy while fucking himself back on one other on the opposite side, very occasionally he could recognize the people that came through. There were the regulars, like Endeavor, that came to him even without knowing who he was. There was Vlad King for example, who always came pretty early on the night, never saying a word except when he was close to cuming where he would praise Yamada and pull back so he could come all over his face, Yagi, bless his soul, who was always so embarrassed until he felt Yamada pushing his ass against his dick and opening the hole in the wall just so the man could fuck him eagerly. Hawks, who was the more talkative of his clients, who had no problem telling Yamada to stay still while he fucked into his mouth, telling him how good he felt and then walking away, and one of the more surprising additions had been Best Jeanist, quiet and composed until he came, usually insisting to do it against Yamada's ass.

But his favorite client...well, he wasn't supposed to know who it was, the only reason he knew his identity was because he'd caught sight of his utility belt one night after he'd finished and there was no way to confuse who that black jumpsuit belonged to. He'd never heard him speak, and the man never spoke, but he had the perfect cock for Yamada. Long and just the slightest bit curved so it hit his throat with every thrust, and thick enough so he would feel the stretch around his lips or on his ass. And he was cautious at the beginning, no matter how many times he came, but soon he would be fucking into his mouth with a strength that told him that if he could he would be fucking his face until Yamada couldn't breathe anymore.

He kept imagining what it would be like to tell Aizawa he was the one that sucked his cock every Friday, tell him that he loved the way he felt in his mouth and up his ass and maybe offer to return the favor. But there was also something arousing about the fact that his crush of over 10 years had no idea that his best friend was the one on the other side of that wall, the one that managed to make him lose control enough to fuck a wall until he came.

"Fuck." The man moaned, thrusting into Yamada's mouth as the blond wrapped his hand around his shaft, moving it in time with the movement of his head, pressing his tongue against the underside of his cock. "Fuck, like that."

Yamada smirked as he hollowed his cheeks, bobbing his head and sucking around him until he felt him twitch inside his mouth, humming around him and pulling out until he only had the head on his mouth, circling his tongue around it before taking him back into his mouth and staying there.

"F-Fuck, Hizashi!" He heard, freezing in place even as he felt the thick cum filling his mouth.

He barely had enough time to swallow everything, coughing lightly as he pulled away and saw Aizawa take his cock away. Feeling himself grow cold as he figured that he was done, that surely this meant he'd been found out and Aizawa would never let him live it down. He wondered if he should start asking the man to keep it to himself, explain why he started doing this and hope that he would understand. But then, before he could try to excuse himself he heard an embarrassed cough.

"Sorry about that I...would appreciate if you forgot I ever said any name," Aizawa whispered, putting his clothes back on while Yamada rested against the wall.
"s'okay, that uh your boyfriend?" Yamada asked, unable to believe his luck as he covered his mouth, glad that he sounded so hoarse after sucking so many cocks, and when he was whispering he knew he sounded different.
"Ah..not quite. Just...a friend...of sorts" Aizawa mumbled, walking away. "I should go."
"Hmhm," Yamada hummed, holding back the grin as he heard Aizawa leave, standing up so he could wash himself.

For the rest of the weekend, it was like he was walking on air, knowing that the guy he liked had been thinking about him while getting a blow job, and he wondered if maybe he should ask him out soon. Surely this meant he wouldn't be rejected.

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Shouto pulled Izuku's shirt up, watching the freckles that were splattered all over his boyfriend's chest, pressing soft kisses to each of them and feeling his lips twitch as he felt Izuku snickering under him and looking up at him. He smiled up at him, feeling comfortably warm as he saw Izuku's bashful smile.

"Sorry, that tickled." He said softly, beaming as Shouto leaned down to kiss him gently.
"It's okay," Shouto whispered against his lips, running both hands down his chest and watching the way Izuku reacted.

He was careful to regulate his temperature when he was with Izuku, whenever they did this the boy loved it but Shouto knew it would take very little for him to slip up and turn this into something pleasant to ending up burning his boyfriend or giving him frostbite. Still, he'd come to enjoy watching the way Izuku reacted to him.

Slowly, he brought his right hand to his chest, cooling it as he pressed his thumb to Izuku's nipple and watching the little nub harden under his touch, the skin around it was covered in goosebumps and he could already hear Izuku's breathing getting heavier.

He always loved using his ice on Izuku, creating a small layer of frost around his fingers as he ran them down his chest and around his stomach, watching him writhe and shiver under his touch as the ice slowly melted against his skin. The droplets of water sliding over his side and leaning down to lick it up and looking up at him to enjoy the way his face slowly turned red, all the way down to his chest.

"Does that feel good?" Shouto asked softly as he kissed at his abs, watching Izuku take in a shaky breath.
"Y-yeah, it's good," Izuku whispered and reached up to run a hand through Shouto's hair.

Shouto smiled and nodded as he leaned back down to kiss at his abs, licking up his torso slowly as he made more ice on his hand, pressing it down against his bellybutton and then moving down his thighs. Taking in the way that Izuku shivered and moaned underneath him.

"A-aah," Izuku gasped, twitching away almost by instinct until Shouto pressed him down.

The touches got more teasing around his thigh, looking down as he continued to kiss his skin, feeling the way the goosebumps rose all over his body.
Izuku was always so responsive when Shouto used his ice with him, arching into his touch, shivering as he moved against him and pulling him closer. By the time the icy hand reached his thighs and his cunt, he was left panting and begging him for more. Today was a little different though.

"W-wait." Izuku gasped, reaching down to make Shouto look up at him, looking almost shy but with that determined glint in his eyes that Shouto had come to love. "Can you...can you use your left too?"
"My...you want my fire?" Shouto frowned, leaning up on his elbows.
"Only if you want to! But...I was thinking, maybe to go with the ice? Not a full fire but...warmth? It was only an idea though! You never use your left when we do this so I was thinking that it would be uncomfortable butIthinkitcouldbefunanditwouldfeelgoodif...." Izuku rambled, only stopping when Shouto leaned down to press his lips against his and kissing him deeply.
"I can use my left too, but you have to tell me if it's too hot," Shouto warned him, pressing a kiss to his cheek when Izuku nodded embarrassed

At first he didn't dare go hotter than what he usually did when Izuku had muscle pains or cramps, a comfortable but warm presence against his skin, watching as the boy relaxed underneath him and let out a soft sigh. Keeping his eyes on him as he moved his hand lower and he pressed a kiss to his thighs, heating up his hand until the skin underneath was red.

"That good?" Shouto asked, humming when Izuku nodded quickly and taking off his left hand to replace it with his right with some ice.

The moan that came from Izuku's mouth was absolutely delicious, the boy arched up and cried out for Shouto as he moved his left hand lower, heating it up more and pressing it down to his stomach, touching the boy carefully and keeping his eyes on him until he whimpered in both pleasure and pain and he could replace the heated hand with his ice.

He tasted even more delicious when Shouto leaned down to lick at the melted ice, seeing Izuku tremble under him.

"How does that feel?" Shouto asked curiously as he kissed at the firm stomach under him.
"It's...it's like the skin is tender," Izuku told him in between gasps, "I...like aaah..feeling your hand or y-your tongue feels like..more."
"Hmm, in a good way?" Shouto asked, moving lower and spreading Izuku's legs apart.
"Hmhm very~" Izuku moaned and bucked his hips up against him.

Shouto hummed, smirking as he leaned down and licked over Izuku's clit, looking up at him and continuing to alternate between heating up his skin and then pressing some ice against it. The boy was crying out for him, bucking his hips and trying to grind down against Shouto, every part of him responding to him even more than usual.

"Shouto~! Shou...please I'm, aaah~" Izuku cried out, arching up and tangling his hands between Shouto's hair, pulling him closer and grinding his clit down against Shouto's tongue. "Please~ pleasepleaseplease"

Shouto hummed as he sucked around him, flicking his tongue around him as he heated up his hand once more, moving it closer to his crotch while holding the other on the opposite thigh and freezing the skin underneath him.

Izuku cried out as he came against Shouto, grinding his hips against him as he came, pulling the boy closer to him until he dropped down on the bed as he breathed heavily, looking at Shouto as the boy stood up and stared down at him.

The green-haired boy was wrecked, sweat clinging to his body and skin glistening with sweat and molten ice, red trails all over his chest and dragging down his body. And the cherry on top was the very clear handprint on his thighs, both of them bright red where Shouto had held them open.

"You look gorgeous," Shouto said softly, leaning down to kiss him gently, smiling as Izuku pulled him down on top of him.
"Hmm, you want me to get the strap?" Izuku asked in between kisses, feeling the hard cock against his thigh.
"Only if you get the big one." He answered, smiling down at him when Izuku flipped them over.

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His heat came as a surprise, he hadn't noticed until the middle of the day that he wasn't okay. He had felt overheated sure, but nothing out of the ordinary, and he hadn't realized until Sensoji pinned him to a wall after apprehending a villain, looking down at him and surrounding him with the pungent scent of an alpha trying to prove his dominance.

"Where do you think you're going little omega?" Sensoji growled, moving closer than Shouta ever wanted him to be.
"Going to the station so I can get paid, which you'd know if you paid attention in class. Can you move away now?" He asked, looking unaffected even if the scent from the alpha made him feel weak, a prt of him .
"Please, you're basically begging to be fucked in front of everyone. Like the bitch in heat you are." The alpha told him, huffing as Shouta tried to push him away.
"Fuck off, let me go," Shouta argued, trying to get him away, feeling his boxers getting wetter.
"Oi! Sensoji, he told you to let him go." Hizashi yelled at him, getting closer to him and placing a hand on Sensoji's shoulder while Oboro came over from the other side.
"Yeah! Wouldn't want to act unheroically right?" Oboro added with a grin, watching the bigger alpha scoff before moving away.
"Whatever, he wouldn't even be a satisfying fuck anyway." The boy grumbled as he walked off.
"He's still right here..." Shouta huffed, moving away from the wall, only to be caught by Oboro and Hizashi as he stumbled.

He felt...he felt a lot weaker now, his legs felt like they were shaky as he moved closer to Oboro to try and recover his footing, the cloud maker had his arms around his waist and keeping him steady, Hizashi's scent hitting him like a warm summer evening and surrounding him as the blond brushed his hair back, moving closer and looking almost surprised when Shouta moved closer to him to breathe him in. His scent mixing with the gentle autumn scent that came from Oboro.

"You shouldn't have left your house Shouta! You're lucky Oboro and I were around!" Hizashi tsked, looking down at the boy, knuckles white as he gripped at the boy's shirt.
"I..I didn't know, I got the call and I just rushed," Shouta mumbled, moving closer to Hizashi as he breathed him in, a shiver running up his spine at the tone the blond took with him. "Sorry Alpha."
"A-ah wait don't just...do not just say things like that!" Hizashi said flustered, shaking his head quickly.
"No, no, let him. That sounds...really good. Can you call me alpha too Shouta?" Oboro asked with a grin, looking down at the omega and pulling him up until he was pressed flush against him.
"Alpha? Of course." Shouta nodded, leaning closer to Oboro before breathing in deeply. "I think...I think I need to go home."

He looked up, watching as Oboro and Hizashi looked at each other, coming up to a conclusion together and each took one arm and wrapped them around their shoulders. The two of them were determined to get their friend to his home, keeping other alphas away from him while fighting down their own instincts, the desire and the need to claim the omega for themselves. It really was a miracle that they hadn't fought each other over Shouta at this point, and an even bigger miracle that no one approached them as they helped the shorter male.

In the end, they were just relieved that they made it to Shouta's home at all, given that the man had kept trying to stop and pull them closer, nuzzling against their shoulders or anywhere he could reach, taking him to his room and placing him down on the bed as gently as they could. That was supposed to be the end of it, they were going to leave their friend and coworker and let him ride out his heat alone like they should...until Shouta reached out towards them and pulled them both closer, kneeling on the bed and looking at them with hazy eyes, desperate in a way they had never seen him before.

"Don't go. Please, alphas." Shouta begged, tugging on their shirt and pulling them towards the bed. "I need you, please."
"Ah...we'd love to stay lovely, but you're not in your right mind," Oboro told him gently, brushing his hair back and trying to coax him to let go.
"I am, I've wanted you for too long, wanted to take your knot," Shouta begged, turning towards to Hizashi. "You want me too, don't you? I can smell it on both of you."

And it was tempting, it was so tempting to just give in and tear those clothes off of Shouta and fuck him stupid, bond with him and tie him to them. It was so tempting to push him down and fuck him until one of them had him spread over his knot and breeding Shouta. But he wasn't in his right mind, and it wouldn't be right.

"Listen to me," Shouta growled, pulling Oboro close and tugging Hizashi down until he was sitting on the bed. "I'm not so gone I can't make any decision, I've wanted both of you bozos to fuck me for ages, I want you to mate me, and I want to choke on one of your knots while the other fucks me until I can't think anymore."
"Fuck," Hizashi whispered as he moved closer to Shouta, running his hands over his thighs.
"Uhm, I still think...I mean are you..." Oboro hesitated, watching as Hizashi moved closer, apparently no longer caring about self-control while he was just staring at the blond nuzzling against Shouta.

There was a slight hesitation as he looked down, Shouta kept looking up at him and held on to his shirt as he moved close to Hizashi, one hand moving up the blond alpha's thigh and palming at his cock. Tilting his head up to expose his neck.

"Only one of us could mate you." Oboro tried again, though it was a weak excuse considering he would be more than happy to share a mate with Hizashi and considering that the two alphas were no strangers to make outs after a hard battle.
"I have space for two mating bites. I want both of you, and I've seen you two eye-fucking each other and staring at me. So can you stop trying to hold yourself back and fuck me already?" Shouta growled, pulling him closer and crushing their lips together.

All the battle left him at that moment, the scent of freshly fallen rain coupled with the spiciness of cinnamon and something that was purely Shouta. At least until he took another deep breath, and realized that the unique omega scent was mixed with lime and citrus that he knew was Hizashi's scent. It only spurred him forward as he moved closer running his hands under Shouta's shirt, feeling Hizashi's breath around his neck so he didn't have to open his eyes or break the kiss to know he was kissing Shouta's neck.

Time moved in a feverish rush, clothes flew off in a rush to get closer to each other, hands roaming over Shouta's body, Hizashi was on his knees between his legs, licking and biting over his thighs, teasing at him and tasting his slick. Hizashi had waited so long to taste Shouta, to be able to mark up his thighs, the same ones he had spent ages admiring and imagining around his head, and run his tongue over the wet slick, slurping around him as he pushed his tongue deep inside Shouta, using one hand to wrap around the small cock.
Oboro, for his part, was kissing his way down Shouta's neck, sucking around his scent gland and running his hands through his hair, tugging on it to expose more of his neck before moving down to lick and nibble around his chest, burying his face against Shouta's skin, wrapping his lips around his nipple.

"Please, Alphas, I need...I need more..." Shouta moaned, arching his back and wrapping his arm around Oboro's head, pulling him close against him.
"Who do you want first baby?" Oboro asked, looking up at him as Hizashi looked up at him too.
"I...I don't know, one of you, both of you, just please." Shouta moaned.

It was clear that Shouta was slowly going under, losing control of himself as he begged for them to fuck him, needing to feel the stretch of one of their cocks inside him, preferably something on his mouth too. He moaned and tried to close his legs around Hizashi's head as the man fucked him with his tongue, the lewd and wet noises filling the room accompanied by the guttural moans that were punched out of the omega.

His first orgasm came as a surprise, crying out as he tugged on Hizashi's hair as he came around his tongue and thin stripes of cum painting the blond hair. Oboro couldn't stop the groan that escaped as he saw the wrecked expression on Hizashi's face, chin and lips dripping with Shouta's slick, cum painting his face and staining the blond bob of blond hair. He looked gorgeous and Oboro's cock was weeping in neglect at the sight.

"I'll go first, you can take his mouth?" Oboro offered, pulling Hizashi close and kissing him before he had the chance to answer, swallowing the moan that the blond let out as he ran one hand over Shouta's thighs.
"Hmm sounds good with me. He's probably too far down to have a preference." Hizashi nodded, looking down at the black-haired man.

Sure enough, it didn't seem like Shouta was listening to them, staring at them instead with flushed cheeks and lidded eyes. A tone of desperation in his moans as he reached down to try and touch himself, a couple of fingers slipping inside him as he arched up, he looked one second away from begging for them too.

"Please, alpha~" Shouta moaned, bucking his hips up to expose himself to them, something he would be embarrassed about if he wasn't in the middle of a heat. With two very attractive alphas in a semi-rut so close to them.
"Fuck, yeah okay, we'll do that." Oboro nodded, getting between Shouta's legs and pulling him close, wrapping the omega's legs around his waist.
"Hmm, he looks ready to be bred," Hizashi smirked, moving behind Shouta's head and pulling it to his lap, running his fingers through his hair. "Are you, little omega? Do you want Oboro to split you open with his cock? Breed you like a good little bitch for us?"

The words were so similar to something Sensouji had told him earlier, in the back of his mind he knew that, but from Hizashi? It all sounded so good, and the way Hizashi said it made it sound wonderful and exactly what he wanted.

"Yes! I want you to breed me, fuck me until I can't think, please." He gasped, looking up at Hizashi as the blond tangled his fingers through his hair. "Please alpha."
"Shouldn't be asking me, ask Oboro," Hizashi ordered, tilting Shouta's face until he was staring at the man in question, who was kneeling between his legs and rubbing the head of his thick cock against his cunt.
"Oboro, sir, alpha, please," Shouta whined, reaching out to run his fingers down his chest.
"Plese what pet? What do you want Shou?" Oboro asked, and he knew he was being cruel but...he wanted to hear him beg, to hear him in this desperate state begging for his dick and begging to be filled by his knot.
"Fuck me! Please, use me, fuck me, breed me until I'm round with your pups, please I need you!" Shouta moaned, trying to thrust down into him, feeling the head of his cock catching against his entrance.

Oboro cursed, glancing up at Hizashi, who had his cock in hand and had started jerking off, grinning up at him as he slowly pushed into Shouta, sliding in without any resistance until he could feel his balls pressed against his ass.

"Oh, fuck, he's so tight Zashi." Oboro moaned, trying to stay still for a moment as Shouta moaned and gripped the bedsheets. "You got him so wet though, he's taking it like a perfect whore...he might break with a knot though."
"Won't know until you knot him though." Hizashi pointed out with a smirk, turning Shouta's face sideways so he was mouthing at his shaft.

Shouta moaned as he licked and mouthed at Hizashi's dick, closing his eyes in embarrassment at the way the two alphas were talking about him like he was nothing but a toy. And yet there was an underlying fondness, sweetness painting their words that just made him want to hear more, made him float in the haze of his heat and trust that the two alphas would take care of him. He would gladly be their toy as long as they kept making him feel like this.

"Ooh, his mouth feels good too." Hizashi sighed, patting the omega's head as he continued to lick and taste at his cock, praising him softly as Oboro started to fuck him in earnest, pushing him further against Hizashi with each thrust.

The two alphas were still mostly in their right mind, though the thick scent of an omega in heat and the other alpha so close was sure to send them into a rut sooner or later, it was a small blessing that they weren't feeling possessive over Shouta just yet, instead they enjoyed being able to share him. Oboro loved the view of the omega suckling around Hizashi's cock, moaning against him as Hizashi brushed his hair back almost gently. While Hizashi was definitely enjoying seeing Oboro slamming into Shouta's tight cunt, hearing the wet slap of skin and the dark look on the usually bright man.

At some point, Hizashi had moved to straddle's Shouta's face and angled his cock down, fucking his face slowly while Oboro continued to slam into him. Leaning forward to kiss the other alpha, deeply and passionately as they used the omega underneath them, one hand running down his chest and playing with his nipples. Loving the way that Shouta's moaned vibrated around his cock.

"Turn him around, I'm...very close," Oboro whispered against his lips, trying to still his hips as he felt his knot slowly growing and catching around his hole.

Hizashi nodded right away, pulling away from Shouta with a loud pop and pulling away, pulling him up and feeling almost surprised by how boneless Shouta was, looking placid and dazed as he let Hizashi move him around, though trying to get him on his hands and knees ended up his face buried against Hizashi's lap, swallowing around his dick and moaning as Oboro held his ass up, ramming into him and sending him forward with every move.

Soon Oboro was groaning and moving close to Shouta, licking and biting gently around his scent gland, nuzzling close as his knot grew more and more swollen until he could only do small thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper inside him while Shouta cried out, pain and pleasure mixing up between them deliciously.

"That's it, look at you taking my knot so well, " Oboro moaned, "like you were made for this."
"He's going to fill you up until you're dripping with his cum," Hizashi continued, thrusting into Shouta's mouth, "and then I'll fill you with my seed, until you're so full you can't move."
"We're going to breed you, give you a litter of pups," Oboro moaned, thrusting harshly a few more times before getting locked against him, cumming in long spurs and hiding his face against Shouta's neck.

Shouta moaned and had to pull away from Hizashi as he fucked himself back against Oboro's knot, riding out his second orgasm and crying out as he gripped Hizashi's thighs, letting the blond pull him in for a kiss.

Soon the initial heat settled down, Shouta slowly coming up as Oboro sat down with him on his lap, his cock still buried deep inside him as the white-haired man kissed his shoulders and pulled him close. Hizashi staying close to the two as well, beaming at Shouta and peppering his face with kisses.

"Welcome back, how do you feel?" Hizashi asked, letting Shouta pull him in for another soft peck instead of giving him an answer. "I'll get some water and food, and then we'll talk so hopefully by the time Oboro's knot goes down we can mate properly if you really want it."
"I do," Shouta whispered, leaning back against Oboro's chest and hesitating for a moment before letting Hizashi go.
"As I said, we'll talk when I come back." The blond said though he looked rather happy to hear that, and judging by the happy rumbling coming from behind him Shouta could guess Oboro felt the same.
"Hurry and come back then, dumbass." Shouta smiled, cuddling against the other alpha and humming as he felt the tug of the knot against his inner walls.

They had a lot to discuss, but most of it could wait until after his heat, the only thing he was sure of and that he knew the two alphas agreed with.

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Aizawa took a deep breath as he laid back on the bed, running a hand down his naked torso, trying to go back to his usual calm self but all he could think of was the slip up he had earlier. It was already bad enough that he came coming back to the same place after overhearing Vlad talk about it but he had to go and moan someone else's name...not just any name either. He could barely remember when he started this crush on his friend, he remembered being in high school and finding his eyes always glued to him, and as they grew together the knot in his stomach grew every time he looked at him. It was hard not to fall for someone like Yamada Hizashi, not when you got to know him deep down, when you went past the loud persona and heard him speak about social issues, music, or any subject he was passionate about. It was frustrating, the way he couldn't stop thinking about that night at the glory hole, how his mind had so readily jumped at the chance to imagine his best friend on his knees for him, lips stretched around his cock and pleasuring him until Aizawa spilled his seed inside his mouth. And then came Monday, with Yamada approaching him with a wide grin, looking suspiciously smug and happy as he approached Aizawa, asking him about what he did over the weekend, what his plans for the week were, and then asking him if he wanted to grab a coffee after work, as though he knew exactly what had been running through his mind the whole weekend. It didn't end there either, the day before Yamada had asked him to spend Saturday together for lunch and then a movie. All the attention had come out of nowhere, and ever without the outings Yamada had spent the whole week pressed close to him, leaning close to whisper something in his ear, resting against him while Aizawa was asleep, staring at him through the morning meetings...as though he knew exactly what he was doing to him.

He groaned as his hand hovered over his cock, wondering if he really should do this before meeting with Yamada, whether this would just make their time together more torturous than it already was...then he remembered the way the man had looked, biting on his pen while marking some papers and he decided that yes, he was doing this.
It took him a second to get comfortable in his bed, grabbing a small bottle of lube and pouring some on his palm before reaching down to grab at his cock, working slowly as he closed his eyes.

Images of Yamada came to mind, like they usually did, unbidden but not unwanted. He ran his other hand through his chest slowly, imagining it was Yamada touching him, hovering over him with his usual smile. Not the one he showered everyone, a fake grin that never left even when he was annoyed at others, no, the softer smile that he used when it was just them, for a moment he imagined his eyes looking down at him lovingly. Teasing him, pinching at his nipples as he moved down so he could kiss Aizawa.
He pictured his lips, soft as they pressed against his own, one hand exploring his chest while the other wrapped around his cock, stroking him to full hardness. His hands were thinner than Aizawa's but his fingers were longer, he could almost picture how they would feel around his cock.

His eyes fell closed as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock, letting out a gasp as he twisted his hand. It was easier to imagine his best friend hovering over him like this, to a point where he could almost feel him against him, could almost hear him speak to him as he jerked him off.

"You look so good Shouta, so hot. Does this feel good? Do you want me to go faster?" Yamada would be the type to talk a lot during sex, he just knew it, and he couldn't say he would be opposed to hearing his voice heavy with arousal and dark as he whispered against his skin. "I want to ruin you, nobody will be able to satisfy you anymore. No one but me."

"Fuck..." Aizawa bit down on his lower lip as he held back a moan, the fake Yamada smirking down at him as he kissed down his neck and chest, whispering sweet nonsense against his skin as he jerked him off quicker.

"I know you want me, you can hide from everyone but you can never hide from me." Dream Yamada whispered, looking up at him and kissing at his hip.

"Hmmm" Aizawa moaned, twisting his hand and turning his face against the pillow as he thrust into his hand, thinking about Hizashi going lower, lower, wrapping his lips around Aizawa's cock and looking up at him as he sucked around Aizawa. "Shiiit...Zashi...please."

The room was filled with his soft moans soon enough, he was so focused and lost in the pleasure that he didn't realize his bedroom door was open, or about the shadow of the man that was now leaning against the doorframe watching him, having heard the moans from the moment he stepped into the apartment. It was too much, just the image of Yamada kneeling on the bed and taking him in his mouth had him moaning and arching in his bed, one hand running down his chest and to his thighs, mirroring Aizawa's own movements as he touched himself, until he was pushing his legs apart, a finger teasing at his entrance, teasing the rim.

"Please what baby?" The fake Yamada whispered against his lips. "Please let you cum?"

"Zashi...fuck, yes, Hizashi!" He cried out and arched his back as he imagined Yamada looking up at him, head bobbing quickly until Aizawa came, down his throat in his fantasy, but all over his hand in real life.

He was left panting on the bed as he let go of himself, slowly recovering before freezing as he felt the bed dip down.

"Hmm, I'm almost disappointed you couldn't wait until tonight." Yamada grinned down at him, grabbing Aizawa's hand and bringing it up to his mouth. "I had so many plans for you tonight."
"What are you..:" Aizawa started, face flushing brightly as he stared up at him.
"We had a date remember?" Yamada grinned, licking around Aizawa's fingers and licking at his cum like it was nothing.
"At 4.." He tried, slowly sitting up.
"It's 3:45, I knocked but you didn't answer so I just let myself in," Yamada smirked and leaned down until he was hovering over him. "I'm kind of glad I came by so early."
"How long..." Aizawa asked, stopping as Yamada leaned in to kiss him, stopping him in his tracks as he melted against him, reaching up to cup Yamada's cheek and pull him close.
The kiss started out as something gentle and soft, Yamada staying close to him before deepening the kiss, stealing Aizawa's breath away until they had to separate, panting heavily against each other's lips. Pressing soft and quick pecks to their lips, occasionally going deeper, until Yamada pressed down against him so he could feel the hard length pressed against his stomach. "Long enough that I really want to test if you can go for a second round before taking you out for a date," Yamada told him pressing another kiss to his cheek as he ran his hand down Aizawa's chest looking at the subtle blush that dusted Aizawa's cheeks.

"I don't think I can get it up right away..." Aizawa answered simply, looking down at Yamada and taking in a deep breath. "But if you lay back I'm sure we could do something else until I can."

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The red cloth was wrapped around his eyes, his first instinct was to tense up, at least until he felt the soft lips pressed against his shoulder.

"It's okay, relax Shouta." Came the soft voice, causing him to hiccup and reach out towards the voice, pressing a hand to his mouth.
"Don't...please don't say anything," Shouta asked the man he was straddling, waiting for an answer and relaxing when he felt him nod. "Thank you.."

There was no answer, only a pair of lips pressed to his in a deep kiss, causing him to melt against his lover, running his hand through the short hair, feeling how soft it was under his fingers. Without his eyes everything felt so much more intense, the hands running over his bare chest that brought goosebumps to his skin, the hot kisses that sent shivers of pleasure to surround him.

And he could picture exactly what the man under him would look like, the happy glint on his eyes as he stared at Shouta, the white hair that was sticking to his forehead, the ever so slightly crooked nose with that dumb bandage he always put on. The perfect smile pressed against him with each kiss as the two ground down against each other, feeling the long and thick cock pressed against his ass.

"Fuck, please, fuck me." Shouta groaned, pressing Oboro down on the bed, only for the man to flip them around and press him down on the bed, wordlessly devouring him with a kiss, swallowing Shouta's groans.

Long fingers slid down his chest, tracing the two horizontal scars under his pecks before moving towards his abs, almost tickling him as they reached his thighs, opening his legs and climbing between them. The kiss broke apart as soon as he wrapped his legs around Oboro's waist, pulling him closer to him.
Every touch felt like fire, he kept trying to keep his body loose, to not tense up every time he was touched but not being able to see where Oboro was, gasping or fighting back the urge to move away with every touch.

"AAh!" He cried out as he felt something hot and wet wrap around his clit, bucking his hips into Oboro's mouth, moaning and reaching down to grab at his hair. Eyes closing even with the blindfold, losing himself in the moment as he felt a tongue pressed inside of him, driving him insane as he imagined what the other man must look like, face buried between his legs and his eyes closed as he ate him out. "Please, please fuck, Oboro!"

There was a beat, his lover stopping what he was doing as he pulled away, causing Shouta to whine and buck his hips up into him in desperation, begging him to continue and reaching out to him, waving his hands around to try and find where Oboro was before the man apparently took some pity on him, guiding his hands over to his shoulder and leaving them there before leaning in to kiss him.

There was a beat as the two kissed, at least until he felt the head of his dick pressed against his entrance, causing him to stop and moan against his lips, soft cries of his name falling from his lips as Oboro pushes deep inside him in one smooth motion.

"Aaah...Oboro...wait.." He moaned, trying to get used to the feeling of being so full, arching into him and bucking his hips into him. Only for him to be pressed down into the bed and slammed into.

He was crying out, pain and pleasure shooting up his spine as he clung to Oboro, throwing his head back and hooking his ankles behind his back to pull him closer and deeper inside of him. Each thrust pushed him against the bed, and he could feel the bed shaking with each strong thrust from the man above him. The hands gripping his hips pressing down on his skin in a way that he knew would leave marks for the next couple of weeks.

"O-Oboro!" He cried out, breath hitching as he clung to the man. "Please, please Oboro, I'm so...I'm close, please."
"Hnng." The man growled, leaning down to bite down on his shoulder as he sped up his thrusts. Shouta's nails dragging down his back and stinging as he slammed into him.

His orgasm hit him without a warning, seizing up and arching away from the bed as he pulled Oboro tight against him, crying out his name as he came around him. Clenching down around the large cock impaling him, feeling him twitch inside of him until the other came inside of him.

The room was filled in silence then, only the sound of heavy breathing filled the room, as the man above him collapsed on top of him and pulled him close.
A hand reached up to take the blindfold off, only stopping as Shouta reached up to grab at his wrist.

"Don't...not yet." He whispered, pulling the other close and pushing him to lay down on the bed, cuddling close, unwilling to let go of this fantasy just yet. "Just...a little while more."

He didn't get an answer, and he didn't expect one, instead, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, keeping him there as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Hizashi waited until Shouta's breathing evened out, taking hold of the red silk and taking the cloth off his eyes and watching the peaceful expression and the tears that clung to his face. Holding him close as he tried hard to keep the tears at bay. Maybe one day he would be brave enough to end this between them, maybe one day he could hope that Shouta would love him in the way he loved Shirakumo, but tonight he could only find himself accepting the morsels of attention he got from him. If this was the only way he would ever get to have Shouta...then so be it.

At least like this, he could pretend, as he held a sleeping Shouta, that it was his name that spilled from his lips whenever he came.

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Aizawa sighed as he finished scrubbing his arms and legs, getting rid of any remains of cum and sweat that clung to his skin, memories of last night feeling his mind. How Yamada had stepped into the room, pinning him down to the bed and kissing him after catching him moaning his name. The revelation that his feelings weren't all one-sided.

The way he had moaned under Aizawa and begged him to fuck him harder.

He quickly shook his head as he dumped a whole bucket of water on top of him, washing away all the soap as he tried to snap out of it but it was hard not to remember it. Aizawa took a deep breath as he sank down on the water, taking a deep breath and resting his head on the edge of the tub and relaxing, startling as he heard the door opening.

"Oh, sorry." Yamada grinned as he stepped into the bathroom, taking off his underwear and sitting down to wash himself. "You don't mind if I join you right?"
"No...it's okay," Aizawa whispers, looking away in a rush. Not seeing the smirk that Yamada sent him as he noticed.

Aizawa soaked in silence, wondering whether he should say something or keep quiet, wondering what this meant for them. If their relationship would change.

"I can hear you thinking from here," Yamada said with a smile, standing up and approaching the tub, brushing Aizawa's hair back. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing, just...you, I guess," Aizawa answered bluntly, watching the soft pink dusting Yamada's cheeks.
"About me? What about me?" The blond asked, letting himself be dragged down for a kiss as Aizawa marveled at the fact that he could do this.
"Just you," Aizawa whispered against his lips. "Climb in with me?"

Yamada didn't answer with words, simply nodding quickly and climbing in behind Aizawa, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling at his neck.

The two of them stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the quiet and the feeling of the other man pressed against them. At least until one hand started wandering, traveling down Aizawa's chest as soft kisses were pressed to his shoulder and neck.

"Did you know, last night wasn't the first time I heard you moan my name," Yamada whispered, "and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind, the way you sounded. I want to hear it again, and again, and again.."
"W-what do you mean? I've never aah~" Aizawa moaned as he felt a hand wrap around his cock, the other moving down to his ass, teasing at his rim.
"But you have~ You moaned my name in a brothel, you filthy thing," Yamada smirked, feeling Aizawa freeze. "You came to get your dick sucked, and you were thinking about me the whole time, weren't you?"

Aizawa opened his mouth, about to ask how he knew, who could have told him when it had just been him and the man on the other side of the wall. When the realization hit, turning to look at Yamada and seeing the darkened green eyes glued to his face.

"It was you..." Aizawa whispered, breaking out in a moan as Yamada sped up the movement of his hand, pressing one finger inside of him.
"Hmhm, it was, and ooh you sounded so good Shouta," Yamada sighed, kissing his cheek. "Trying to hold back your moans until the end, I thought that would be the case if we fucked for real you know? And then last night, heh, I wasn't too far off~"
"Shuddup," Aizawa blushed, turning away and bucking his hip back against him.
"Hmm~ You are rather quiet when you top, soft groans, but oh the way you sound when you moan my name. I could die happy just hearing you like that." Yamada whispered, adding a second finger and holding Aizawa steady. "Makes me want to hear you cry out for me some more.

Yamada leaned forward to kiss him deeply, a third finger joining the rest as he prepped Aizawa, watching him intently until the dark-haired man reached back to grab at his wrist, breaking the kiss to look at him.

"Then make me moan your name," Aizawa said simply. There would be time to discuss just why exactly Yamada was in a place like that but it was not while there were three fingers deep inside him and a hard cock pressed against his backside.

Yamada laughed as he took his hand away, guiding Aizawa back against him and pressing his dick inside of him, little by little, nibbling on the skin in front of him as the water splashed around them. One hand reaching back behind Aizawa to tangle in the golden hair, pulling the man closer to him.

"Say my name then, I want to hear you, I want you to moan my name Shouta~" Yamada sighed, bucking his hips up into Aizawa, guiding his hips so he could bounce in his lap, water falling from the tub as the two moved back against each other.
"Z-Zashi..." Came the gasped moan as Aizawa pushed back against Yamada, trying to push back against him, to urge him to fuck him harder, faster, make him really lose himself.

But Yamada wouldn't let him, keeping his arm around him and being careful even as he moved them so Aizawa was on his knees, holding on to the tub as Yamada rolled his hips against him.

"F-fuuu...please~" Aizawa gasped, trying to fuck himself back on the blond's cock. Urging him to give him more. "You want me to moan your name right? Then you better fuck me right."
"Oh? Am I not doing it right?" Yamada smirked, pulling back almost all the way before slamming back into Aizawa, setting a harsh pace as he fucked into him. "How about like this?"
"Yes! Shit...yes like that Hizashi!" Aizawa moaned and pressed his forehead to the cold edge of the tub, moaning as the blond fucked into him, fast and hard enough that he had to put a hand on the wall to stop himself from slamming against it.

"Hizashi...Zashi, shit Zashi..." He moaned his name like a mantra in between gasps, bucking back into Hizashi, wet skin slapping against skin resounded into the room as the water splashed around them, the sound of Aizawa's moans echoing harder than anything else. "I'm close...so close Zashi.."

Yamada hummed softly and nuzzled at his neck, reaching around to grab at his dick and jerking him off in time with his thrusts, the two of them so close to finishing, Aizawa's back pressed against his chest and holding him there as the two came.
White striped of cum falling on the water, causing Aizawa to wince as he pushed Yamada back.

"I'm going to shower...and then we're going to talk about the brothel." He finally said after a few minutes of silence where the two simply held on to each other.
"Whatever you want." Yamada nodded, smiling at Aizawa as he tugged on his hair.
"And then we're going out for lunch and a proper date. You're paying." Aizawa added, pushing him back and trying to pick himself up, only to fall back down on his ass.

Yamada tried not to laugh, really, he did, but Aizawa was far too cute. Instead, he just stood up and helped him up, keeping an arm around him as they drained the tub, turning on the water so he could get him clean.

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Mirio stared down at Tamaki as the boy trembled under him, shaky hands gripping at his shoulders as Mirio added a third finger, they had been going at it for a while, as evidenced by the way Tamaki was shivering, eyes watering and lip almost bleeding from where he was biting on it. Face screwed in a frown as he clung to him.

Once upon a time he would have stopped Tamaki and asked him if he was okay, freaked out about how the boy looked like he was in pain, he would be wondering if he'd done something wrong, but by now he was used to seeing this side of Tamaki.

And even if he didn't look like it, the way his body reacted to everything Mirio did spoke by itself. How he gasped and blushed every time Mirio pushed against his prostate, he moaned softly, a bit on his lip to try to stay quiet but he could never hide it from Mirio. He was beautiful and he loved seeing him like this, naked and begging for more without even needing to say anything. Though the blond did always love when he spoke and moaned for him.

"Is that okay? Or do you need more time?" He asked softly, kissing his cheekbone, just under his eye as small tears gathered under his eyelids.
"I...I'm okay," Tamaki whispered, clinging to Mirio and trying to blink his eyes open.
"Are you sure? I can add another," He told him with a teasing smile, a bit mean considering he knew how Tamaki got but he always did like seeing the embarrassed blush that covered his face.
"M-Mirio! Stop, please I'm...I'm ready." Tamaki mumbled and pulled him closer, their lips brushing together as the blond hummed against his lips.

He did stop teasing though, kissing him deeply as he slowly took his hand away. Grabbing more lube and coating his cock in it, watching as the smaller male kept his hands on the blond's shoulders, running his hands over the muscled chest, watching him as he lined up before turning his head away in embarrassment. Mirio chuckled as he leaned in to kiss forehead, lining himself up and pushing into Tamaki, watching him gasp and try to stay still.

"Hnng..." Tamaki whined, closing his eyes hard and feeling the tears fall down his eyes.
"Good?" Mirio asked as he buried his cock deep inside of him, staying still for a moment as he brushed a thumb over Tamaki's eyes.
"Y-yeah, it's good." Tamaki nodded slowly, blinking as Mirio brushed the tears away.

That was good enough for Mirio, pulling back before thrusting into Tamaki, pushing him further into the bed as he slammed into him, leaving one hand on his hip and keeping him close to him. He kept his eyes glued to Tamaki's face as he rolled his hips against him, guiding his legs around his waist and kissing him gently as the boy gasped and moaned with every thrust. Fingers running down his back and pulling Mirio close as Tamaki's breathing got heavier, hitching every once in a while.

It usually took a lot more to have him like this, Mirio would usually have to tease him, send him to the edge before pulling back, letting Tamaki lose himself in the moment until he was sobbing in his arms and shaking against him. Today must have been particularly stressful for the boy if he was falling apart this soon.

"It's okay, you know it's okay, you can let go, Tamaki," Mirio whispered as he kissed his cheek, watching as more tears gathered around his eyes. "It's okay."

That seemed to be all that Tamaki needed, feelings overflowing as he sniffed, pulling Mirio close so he could press his forehead to his broad shoulder. Tears falling down his shoulder, feeling Mirio's hands running through his hair as he let him cry against his shoulder while he slowly thrust into him, palming at his dick and kissing the top of his head, gently tilting his head up so he could kiss the corner of his eyes, tasting the salty tears and pressing his body against Tamaki's.

"Shh baby, it's okay," Mirio whispered, speeding up his thrusts and kissing his way down his cheek, following the trail of tears until he reached his lips, kissing him softly. The salty taste of tears overwhelming any other taste as Mirio held on to Tamaki.
"M-Mirio...Mirio..." Tamaki gasped, one hand tangling around his blond hair and tugging him down. "I..please.."
"I know." Mirio smiled, wincing a little at how hard Tamaki was tugging on his hair, cupping his face watching him as tears kept falling down his eyes.
"S-stop aah looking hnng." Tamaki moaned, closing his eyes, embarrassed at the way that Mirio was looking at him while the boy kept thrusting into him, hitting his prostate every other thrust.
"Can't help it! You're just too pretty Tamaki." Mirio chuckled, kissing him gently and smiling when Tamaki pulled him closer just to stop him from staring at him. Something that Mirio was far too used to and only brought a laugh out of him as kissed at Tamaki's neck.

He decided to give Tamaki a break, fucking into him faster and stronger, bending the boy almost in half as he slammed into him, kissing him deeply, feeling him tug on him and arch into him.

"M-Mirio!" Tamaki cried out, clinging to him and holding him close, breath stuttering and hitching as he made a mess between the two of them.
The tears were falling freely now, Tamaki clinging to Mirio and hiding in his shoulder as he sobbed, eyes closed and trying to keep his breathing under control as Mirio fucked into him, slowing his pace until he was barely thrusting into Tamaki, kissing at his jaw and wiping his tears.

Mirio didn't take long to finish as well, pulling out of Tamaki and finishing against his thigh and leaning on his elbows as he recovered his breath, looking down at the boy underneath him and pressing their foreheads together as he looked at him, watching the last of his tears fall from Tamaki's eyes as he slowly calmed down.

"Are you okay?" Mirio asked softly, leaving his hand on his cheek as he stared at him.
"Yeah, thank you.." Tamaki whispered, nuzzling into his touch and relaxing into the bed.
"Don't thank me," Mirio laughed, kissing his forehead before laying down so the two of them were laying down side by side, letting Tamaki cuddle against his chest. "I love you, Tamaki."
"Me too," Tamaki whispered, burying his face against Mirio.

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Shouta groaned against Hizashi's lips as he was pulled to straddle the blond, hands resting on his chest as he ground down against his hard cock, another pair of lips pressed against his scent glands and the mating mark that was right on the side of his neck. Sighing as he felt himself be sandwiched between Oboro and Hizashi.

They had been going at it for a while, making good use of the weekend they had to themselves by staying in bed most of it, taking breaks to eat, drink, and shower before they inevitably ended back in the bedroom...or the living room couch, or the table. Shouta looked like he'd been mauled by an animal at his point, his neck was covered in teeth marks, purple hickeys going from under his jaw all the way down to his neck and collarbone, more purple marks littering his body and bruises in the shape of fingers and hands on his hips and arms.

Not that his lovers were any better, he'd had to clean Hizashi's back and found patches of blood where Shouta had scratched him too hard, both of them had marks going from red, to yellow, to purple covering their necks, and Oboro had a necklace in the shape of a hand around his neck as well as the faint pink lines going down his back and the harsher red trails down his chest.

It would take a lot of concealer to at least hide some of the marks, and he was sure the three of them would avoid public baths until the last of the marks left their bodies. But none of them were thinking about that at the moment. At least not Shouta, all he could think was how it felt to sit down on top of Hizashi, feeling his cock spreading him open as he dug his nails down on his chest, scratching down to see the way his skin turned red under his touch and left raised skin on his wake.

The hands on his hips were perfectly slotted to the purple marks he'd seen in the mirror earlier, Hizashi staring at him as he hung by a thread, trying not to fuck into him in a rush as Oboro pushed Shouta down against Hizashi's chest, spreading two perfectly round cheeks to line his cock against Shouta's rim, looking down to see the dark-haired man panting with hazy eyes and the blond staring up at him with hunger written in every pore of his being.

When he pushed his cock inside of Shouta, he could feel Hizashi pressed against him. Moving slowly as he pushed deep inside the tight heat. Staying still as he held on to his boyfriends, breathing heavily and reaching around Shouta to grab at Hizashi's arm. The room was still for a long moment, only their breathing resonating for a moment before Oboro pressed his lips against Shouta's shoulder. A silent request, with a silent answer as Shouta, reached back to take his hand and squeezing it gently.

At once Oboro pulled back before thrusting back into Shouta, glancing down at Hizashi and seeing how he had his face pressed against Shouta's chest, starting a rhythm as Hizashi pulled back every time Oboro thrust in, thrusting into Shouta harshly when the white-haired man pulled out halfway.

Lips brushed against skin, finding an unmarked expanse and biting down, never hard enough to break the skin but enough to sting the man between them, soothing the area with their tongues and soft kisses as they pressed their lips against that spot. Shouta reached behind him to grab at Oboro's arm, holding it tightly as he felt how full he was, wrecked as the two men tore him in half, his other hand resting on Hizashi's shoulder and burying his fingers on the tanned skin until it was white under his fingertips.

Soon their pace grew more and more frantic, close to the edge as white spots danced just under their eyelids. Moans and gasps falling from bitten and kiss swollen lips, adoring touches and devoted looks exchanged between them as they pulled each other closer, infinitely closer, until they came within seconds of each other.

They were all sore and spent, barely able to move away from each other as they collapsed, side by side, on the bed. Each bruise and mark tingling as the endorphins of the moment slowly died out, leaving them tired and spent, cuddling against each other.

"You're going to have to wear a scarf." Shouta broke the silence first, looking at the purple halo on his neck.
"Just me? You should look at yourself." Oboro chuckled as he brushed his fingers over the teeth marks. "Hizashi too.."
"Our support items can hide it, though I'll have to wear a turtleneck anyway." Shouta sighed, smiling lightly as Hizashi pulls him close to his chest.
"Sleep now, figure it out later," Hizashi complained, burying his face against Shouta's neck and taking Oboro's hand, pulling him closer to get some proper rest.

Besides, the three of them knew they wouldn't try to hide them too much. They liked letting others know that they were taken and that they belonged to each other, and only each other.

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Ever since the morning where he had woken him up with soft kisses, running his hands over Shouta's body as he finally woke up and deepening the kiss until he was left breathless only to stand up and leave him like that. Exclaiming about how he was going to be late and he needed to rush out.

That was one thing, it was another thing completely to have him mouthing off during their work. Making jokes with Midnight about how grumpy he was today, telling All Might about his nicknames in school or how he used to be back then, complaining about his clothes, his hair, his stubble. Everything and anything, and while Shouta knew that he didn't mean anything wrong with it-he always smiled when he said it, and Shouta could see the underlying fondness as he spoke about the birdnest that was his hair- it still was far too much.

He was too loud, too energetic, and it took Shouta far too long to realize just what was happening. Hizashi was feeling manic, too much energy running through his body and not enough ways to let it out. Things had been calm enough that he hadn't been patrolling, the radio station was under renovations so he had a week free, and it was exam season so his classes were less energetic and more about preparing the students or giving them an exam. In short, Hizashi needed to burn off that energy and Shouta knew exactly what he needed.

"Pack up your stuff, we're going," Shouta told him as soon as the last bell rang, standing in front of his husband's desk.
"Ah, I still have work to do here Shouta! I'll be home later." Hizashi said without looking up at him.

That just won't do.

"I said." He growled, grabbing Hizashi's chin between his thumb and index finger and forcing him to turn towards him. "Pack up your stuff, because we're leaving, that wasn't a question, it was an order."

The effect was immediate, Hizashi dropped his pen as he tilted his whole body towards Shouta, standing up when the hand under his chin tilted his head up even further up, blushing as he saw the dark look on his husband's eyes.

"I uh, right, yeah let me just...give me ten minutes to put everything away." Hizashi nodded quickly until Shouta stilled his head.
"You have five, I'll wait in the car. Don't leave me waiting." He added, voice low and growly as he finally let go of him and took a step back.

Sure enough, he'd barely made it to the car when Hizashi came towards him running, looking eager to please and buzzing in his own skin. He always got cute whenever Shouta took the reigns, eager to please and do whatever Shouta asked of him like a good boy.
He barely had to give him any directions, Hizashi knew what to do after all, but that didn't stop him from nodding towards the passenger seat, silently ordering Hizashi to open the door for him, waving to the passenger side so he knew he could step into the car. And crossing his arms to signal to the blond that he should start driving.

Of course, his silence served as a hint of what was to come, he would let Hizashi ramble and talk about whatever nonsense he wanted in the nervous stream of words that always came when he was unsure about what to expect. He'd be very silent as soon as they got home after all.

As soon as they were back home Shouta dragged Hizashi to the bedroom, taking off all his clothes and cupping his face as he stared at him.

"Go shower, thoroughly." Shota ordered, pulling him in for a kiss before sending him away without giving Hizashi a chance to object.

Not that Hizashi wanted or even would, simply nodding as he stepped towards the bathroom to get himself ready, washing all of the gel off his hair and washing himself, preparing himself for a little while so he would be loose and ready for Shouta, though he made sure to hurry as well, stepping into the room with a towel around his waist looking at Shouta and feeling his breath hitch as he saw him sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, only wearing his boxers. He stood still as Shouta stood up, blushing as Shouta pulled him towards the bed before pushing him down on the and pressing him back down when he tried to sit up.

"Stay, lay down, don't move until I say so." He ordered, black eyes burning into emerald green.
"Yessir!" Hizashi was quick to agree, laying down on the bed and staring straight to the ceiling as he waited for Shouta to come back, listening to him as he rummaged through their toy collection. The anticipation grew as he tried to stay still and obey Shouta.
"Open up," Shouta ordered as he stepped back into his field of view.

All he could really see from this angle was Shouta, though he didn't dare disobey. So he just opened his mouth for Shouta, feeling the red ball slipping through his lips and filling his mouth, leaving him staring up at Shouta with wide eyes as the man tied the gag around his face and stared down at him.

"If you need to stop tap my shoulder three times. Twice if you need to slow down." Shouta told him, placing the hand on his shoulder, tugging his pants down and kissing the man's cheek. "I'm going to go get my harness, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

Hizashi moaned at the idea, the sound muffled around the red ball and he gave a quick nod. Waiting patiently as Shouta stood up, this time staring as he took off his boxers, stepping out and grabbing his harness and the box filled with different sized cocks and vibrators, he pushed the box towards Hizashi then, adjusting the straps around his waist.

"Choose which one you want me to use, if you take too long then I'll choose for you," Shouta told him without looking up at him, not that the blond needed to think over what he wanted, immediately grabbing his favorite dildo, a flesh tone hyperrealistic cock that was long and hit his prostate perfectly with every thrust.
"That one? Okay." Shouta nodded, leaning in to press a kiss to Hizashi's nose as he moved him further into the bed as he took the dildo and finished putting on the strap, sliding the shaft over the ring right in front of his crotch.

Hizashi moaned as he stared at his husband, watching him intently as he took off his towel. Running his hands down his chest and kissing his way down his body, getting for the lube to start preparing him and raising an eyebrow as he saw how easily his finger slid inside him.

"I said to get clean, not to get started without me." He chastised, though there was no heat behind it as he added a second finger. Looking over at him and then at the box of toys, reaching for it and getting a vibrator wand and pressing it against Hizashi's cock. "Hnng hmmm!" Hizashi moaned around the gag, arching his back and bucking his hips against the wand and Shouta's fingers, eyes rolling back at the pleasure and trying to swallow around the gag.

Drool was starting to pool around his mouth, some of it falling from around the ball gag and down his chin. The feeling was almost too much and he wanted to beg Shouta to please take him, to stop playing around and to fuck him properly. But there was no way to do it, only trying to buck his hips up against Shouta, whining when the man pushed him down on the bed.

"I told you to stay still," Shouta warned him, giving a slap to the inside of his thighs and watching as he moaned and stayed as still as he could. Closing his eyes and breathing in deeply instead. "Good boy."

The praise sent shivers up his spine, something that Shouta knew would make him more and more eager to please him, to do whatever he wanted, all it took was a few words and Hizashi would want to do anything to get his cock inside of him.

"You've been so loud today, have you been feeling neglected birdie?" Shouta asked as he buried three fingers inside of Hizashi, watching him moan and nod his head softly. "Poor sweetheart, you needed to burn off all that excess energy right? Needed your husband to fuck it all out of you?"

Hizashi shivered and nodded quickly, bucking his hips into the vibrator wand and gasping around the gag, whining in disappointment when Shouta took off his fingers, leaving him feeling empty and needy, bucking his hips into him and closing his eyes as he felt the synthetic cock against his entrance.

"I'll fuck all that energy right out of you until you can't even move from the bed," Shouta whispered against his ear as he pushed into him. "Until that pretty head of yours can stop thinking of anything that's not my cock. Does that sound good for you?"
"Hnng." Hizashi groaned, arching up against him.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you." Shouta smirked, thrusting all the way inside of him, causing Hizashi to reach up and gasp as he pulled him closer. "Was that a yes? Or a no?"

Hizashi couldn't answer, just pulling him closer and tugging on his hair for all his troubled, groaning as that only served to push Shouta deeper inside him as the black-haired male pushed into him.
Shouta fell quiet after that, fucking into Hizashi and staring at him, going at a fast pace to send him reeling and hitting his prostate dead on with every thrust, watching how he moaned and clutched at the sheets or at Shouta, arching from the bed, closing his eyes, and unable to stop the drool from falling from his lips while his golden hair fell around the pillow like a halo.

He looked absolutely gorgeous like that, lost in the moment and unable to talk like he usually did, left to Shouta's whims, he couldn't even try to egg him on like he usually did when Shouta topped. It was a shame, since he did love to hear his husband's voice, and the way he moaned his name, but he knew that he needed this right now far more than he needed to hear him.

It wasn't hard to tell that Hizashi was close though, the way he was squirming and pulling him closer, moans growing louder through the gag and slowly moving his hand down to take himself in hand.

"I didn't tell you to touch yourself," Shouta growled, taking his hand and pinning both of Hizashi's hands above his head. "You're going to come on my cock alone. I know you can do it."
"Hnhm" Hizashi shook his head quickly, whining as he tried to get more friction or to free his hands, though he didn't try to tap the bed or Shouta's wrist so he wasn't too eager to get free.
"Yes, yes you will, and yes you can." Shouta shushed him, kissing his cheek and fucking him faster and harder, until he had the man almost bent in half and hitting his prostate with every move, watching the tears gathering on the corner of Hizashi's eyes, seeing him arch up and his breathing hitch.

The blond man stopped breathing for a moment, biting down around the red ball harshly as he pushed back to meet Shouta's hips, moaning loudly as he felt the pressure build at the bottom of his stomach, tensing up until he saw white spots dancing at the corners of his eyes as he finally, finally, came. Making a mess across his stomach and Shouta's as the man helped him ride it out, slowing down his thrusts until Hizashi was whining and tapping the bed once he got too sensitive and every movement started to hurt.

"I'm going to take this off now, okay?" Shouta said softly, taking the gag's strap and unbuckling it, easing it out of Hizashi's mouth and massaging his jaw softly. "Don't try talking just yet, just test your jaw."
"Hmhm." Hizashi nodded, opening and closing his mouth before dropping down on the bed exhausted.

He was already dozing off by the time Shouta came back to bed without his harness, cleaning them both up and pulling Hizashi against his chest, running his fingers through his hair gently.

"Next time, just let me know when you need more attention, or to burn down energy," Shouta told him softly. "No need to go around trying to annoy me."
"Hmm not sorry," Hizashi said smugly, beaming when he felt the kiss on his crown, feeling more than seeing the eyeroll sent his way.

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Once the four of them graduated, freshly out of school and starting their way as sidekicks, it had only made sense to get an apartment together. A two-bedroom apartment where Shouta had to share a room with Nemuri and Oboro and Hizasi shared the other. Though he had to crash with them a few times whenever she brought home a new boy toy.

There were quite a few downsides to living together, but sometimes it was just easier to focus on the good parts. For example, tonight, where the four finally had a day off together, no patrols, no paperwork, and unless there was an emergency they would have all day tomorrow to sleep off the hangover they were bound to have after all the drinks they had.

Hizashi had taken out a baggie of weed and rolling paper, making a couple of joints for them to share as they chatted or drank, a big bowl of snacks in the middle of the kotatsu where they were all sitting at, Shouta more than ready to lay down and sleep after a few puffs.
Of course, they could never just stay still and relax, Oboro brought out a pack of cards, some other board games, and without much ado declared a game of strip Uno, since they didn't have poker. It was by far the most ridiculous game he'd played, with the rules that the losers took off one piece of clothing, and every time you said Uno and didn't win it was another article lost.

By the end, they were in different states of undress, Shouta was far from the worst even if most of his clothes were rather simple and he was only in his boxers. Nemuri, the worst player between them, still had her skirt on but had decided that her bra was the second thing to go. Hizashi had one sock, boxers, and a shirt, while Oboro was proudly wearing only a cloud around his waist.

It seemed like the time to call it a night, and Shouta was about ready to excuse himself before he said something he might regret, like how he wanted to blow the cloud away from around Oboro or see what was under Hizashi's shirt, and his eyes kept sliding towards Nemuri. With how hazy his brain was getting, it was probably for the best. At least that's what he thought, in reality, he could hardly move from the comfort of the kotatsu, looking over at his rowdy friends and taking in their half-naked (or fully naked) figure without bothering to hide it.

"Your eyes are going to fall out if you keep staring Shouta~" Nemuri teased, leaning close to him and tilting his face up to look at her.
"Like you weren't staring?" He asks bluntly, not looking away from her and instead he started looking down at her body.
"Never said I wasn't." She smirked and pulled him closer. "Like what you see?"
"Do you need me to blow up your ego?" Shouta asked with a raised eyebrow. "As if you don't already know you're..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence, since Nemuri closed the distance between them and started kissing him deeply, cupping his face and pulling him against her. Perhaps this should be the warning that he should be going to bed, but he could hardly think about that, all he really could think of was how soft Nemuri felt against him. Not even noticing when she took his hand and pressed it against her chest, guiding him on how she wanted him to touch her.

"Wow." He heard, causing him to break the kiss and turn towards where Oboro and Hizashi were looking at him. "Never mind us! You two can...continue.."
"Yes please," Hizashi added, staring at the two of them.

Nemuri and Shouta turned to look at each other, and almost at the same time gave twin manic smirks as they moved closer, turning towards their friends.

"Or you can come here and continue with us." Nemuri pointed out, pulling Shouta closer to her. "Right Shouta?"
"Yeah, it's better than just watching too." Shouta points out, staring at them and blinking at how quick Hizashi moved closer to him and pulled him into a kiss.
"Oh! I love that enthusiasm!" Nemuri laughed, pulling Oboro close to her and putting his hands around her, kissing at his neck and running her own down his body.

Shouta hummed against Hizashi's lips, pulling him close and leaning against Nemuri. Closing his eyes as he felt the other man touching him, sliding his hands down his sides and deepening the kiss until Shouta was breathless.

He opened his eyes a few seconds later, or what felt like a few seconds later, finding himself laying down on the floor, a blanket under them and Hizashi's face between his legs, hands going up his thighs as he ate him out as Shouta tangled his fingers between the yellow locks, looking up to see Nemuri sitting on his face, riding his tongue while she kissed Oboro, giving him a good view of the two of them making out, Oboro wasting no time in cupping her breasts before breaking the kiss and licking down her neck until he could suck on her nipples, while Nemuri pulled him close and grind down against Shouta's mouth. He moaned around her, bucking his hips against Hizashi as he felt a tongue pressed inside of him.

He moaned and arched his back, suddenly able to breathe a lot better as he was turned around, kneeling on the bed and holding himself up on his elbows, startling as he felt something push inside of him, spreading him open and feeling so, so good.

"Aah~" Shouta moaned, looking back to see Oboro thrusting inside of him, gripping his hips as slamming into him. Looking up to see Nemuri riding Hizashi while the blond moaned and ran his hands up her stomach.

Their eyes met as Hizashi bucked his hips into Nemuri, Shouta sending a smirk his way as he arched his back and moaned for Oboro, feeling him pistoning inside of him, hitting his prostate, causing him to clench against him.

Shouta groaned as his back hit the floor, wincing at the sound of the kotatsu being shoved aside as Oboro laid side by side with him, tilting his face so he could kiss him, tangling his fingers through his hair and swallowing his moans as he pulled Shouta closer to him.

Their kiss broke as Oboro moaned, causing Shouta to look over, just in time to see Hizashi kneeling between Oboro's legs, one hand out of sight while the cloud hero moaned. He licked his lips as he stared at them, though soon he felt a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look up as Nemuri straddled him.

"Eyes on me now, Shou-chan~" Nemuri smirked, sinking on his cock and taking his hands, guiding them up her body to cup his tits, laughing at the concentrated look that came across his face, only broken as he moaned when she started to move, bouncing on his lap.

His eyes closed once more, bucking his hips up into the wet heat surrounding him, moaning and trying to stay in the moment. Looking up as Hizashi pulled him up and made him straddle his hips, cupping his face and bringing him down for an almost sweet kiss as he guided his cock inside of Shouta's ass, guiding him to sit on his lap and rolling his hips up into him. He felt one hand running down his back, looking to see Nemuri riding Oboro who was looking at them. Shouta groaned as he straightened up, rolling his hips down against Hizashi and leaning over to pull Nemuri close, kissing her deeply, biting on her lower lip, groaning as she pulled on his hair.

Time had stopped mattering after a while, one moment he was in one position, the other he was just standing to the side watching as the other three kissed or fucked before being dragged back into the fray. He remembers orgasming a couple of times, but he could hardly remember how who he had been fucking at the time or who had been fucking him. It all started to blur together, arms tangled together, legs pressed against each other as the four of them kissed and moved together.

The next time Shouta opened his eyes he was laying on his back, Oboro's head on his chest, Nemuri curling around him and spooning him. Blinking at the two of them confused until he looked up to see Hizashi playing with his hair.

"Hey...finally awake?" Hizashi beamed at him. "You remember anything from last night?"
"Bits and pieces. We..." He trailed off, pointedly looking down at Hizashi's naked form.
"Uhm, yeah, many times." Hizashi laughed, leaning down to kiss him and humming as Shouta pulled him closer.
"Want to go for another one?" Shouta asked with a smirk, feeling Oboro and Nemuri start to stir next to him.
"Hell yes." Hizashi beamed down at him.

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It had been an accident. Yagi had thought that the teacher's lounge would be empty this late into the day, all the students were either going home for the weekend or were already at their dorms, the teachers equally as eager to get some rest for the weekend. So he had thought that he would be able to have some time alone at the lounge.

He had never expected to see Aizawa pinning Yamada to the wall, looking at him with such an intense glare that Yagi couldn't help but wonder how the man hadn't burst into flames where he stood.

"Come on! I was joking! I didn't mean anything by it Eraser!" Yamada said with a laugh, his voice almost uncharacteristically soft as it echoed across the room.
"Don't insult me, after 15 years you really think I don't know when you're just kidding?" Aizawa tells him, his voice low and growly as he moved closer to Yamada, and Yagi had to wonder if the younger blond felt the same shivers going down his spine that he did.
"Okay so maybe not completely joking...but you have to admit he's not as bad as you first thought!" The blond said quickly, and Yagi could barely see his hands struggling to get free.
"No, but that's a far cry from suggesting a threesome with All Might." Aizawa pointed out.

Yagi froze in his place as he heard them, wondering if he'd heard right or if it was just in his head, wishful thinking or maybe they had realized he was there and were hoping to play a prank on him. And yet, the flustered look in Yamada's face told him that perhaps he hadn't misheard anything.

"Oh come on, have you really never thought about it? You work together all the time, you said so yourself that you'd gotten closer!" Yamada whined, fighting against Aizawa's hold. "Look, I'm sorry okay? It was just a thought, not like I really thought it would be feasible."
"And why not?" Aizawa deadpanned. "Because he would say no or because you think I would?"

Yagi took a deep breath, staring at the wide-eyed look of surprise in Yamada's face as he wondered the same thing. If they ask, would he say no? He found Aizawa incredibly attractive, he was good looking, a great hero, a fantastic teacher, and someone Yagi really admired. And Yamada had been very welcoming, a friendly figure that Yagi had been thankful to have at the beginning as he got used to everything and he was very easy on the eyes too. So if they asked...he couldn't say he didn't want to, but he never thought either of them would be interested in him in this form.

"Both?" Yamada finally spoke, breaking Yagi from his self-deprecating thoughts.
"Hm wrong." Aizawa shook his head, and from where he was Yagi couldn't see his face but he could almost feel the smirk on his face. "You're observant, tell me what you think."
"He'd say yes to you." Yamada sighed, hooking one leg around Aizawa's to pull him closer. "With the way, he looks at you...he would say yes."
"True, he's not subtle." Aizawa nods, shocking Yagi as he leaned forward to press his lips to the blond's neck, and it was only then that he realized the voice hero wasn't wearing his speaker. "He looks at you too."
"Hm, not the same way." Yamada gasped, arching his neck. "It's like he's devouring you with his eyes, you took off your capture weapon the other day and his eyes were glued to your neck.."

Aizawa chuckled as he slowly let go of Yamada's wrists, moving his hands to the man's waist. Any other time Yagi would be embarrassed about how obvious he was being, or maybe he'd wonder at the easy intimacy between the two as Aizawa pressed himself against Yamada, but all he could think at that moment was how good the two looked, like two puzzle pieces.

"You're not subtle either." He heard Aizawa, and Yagi was only a little embarrassed to realize he'd missed part of the conversation as he stared at them. "The way you look like you want him to bend you down over your desk."
"Lies, sometimes I look like I want him to bend you over your desk," Yamada added with a groan as Aizawa bit on his neck playfully.
"Filthy," Aizawa added, amusement dripping from his lips as he leaned in to press his lips against Yamada, the sound of their lips moving against each other, tongued battling for dominance as Yamada reached up to tangle one hand on the messy black hair.

Yagi had to press a hand to his mouth as he saw the two tangled in each other, seeing the way Yamada ran a hand down Aizawa's back, pulling him close until he was groping him. Yagi's eyes immediately went wide as he saw the way the two were grinding against each other.

"Fuck, Shouta...maybe we should go home?" Yamada gasped as the two separated, looking up and causing Yagi to quickly hide before the blond could see him.
"Can't, have to stay inside the campus," Aizawa growled, grinding against Yamada. "We have 15 minutes, enough time."

Yamada groaned and pushed Aizawa away, pushing him against the wall instead and falling to his knees, working his pants open and taking his cock out. For a moment Yagi felt guilty, the urge to leave and forget he ever saw or heard anything was too strong and he felt downright villainous behavior. But he couldn't take his eyes off of Yamada, seeing Aizawa's cock, hard and thick in his hands before he took him in his mouth.
Still, this was too much. It would be a breach of privacy to continue to watch his two coworkers having sex without them knowing, so he reached out to close the door when Aizawa looked up, locking eyes with Yagi and freezing him in place.

It should have been the end, he was ready to close the door, leave, and pretend he never saw anything. But just as he was about to leave he saw the man smirk, leaning back against the wall and letting out a low moan and placing a hand to Yamada's neck, bucking into the ma's mouth as he smirked at Yagi.

"I bet you'd love to have Yagi ramming into that lovely ass of yours, maybe I can have you sucking my cock while he fucks you." Aizawa's voice echoed in his ears, his eyes never leaving Yagi's. "Or maybe you would prefer if I pushed him down, climb on his cock and ride him while you fuck All Might's mouth."

Yamada's moan was really the only thing that hid Yagi's own groan, feeling his pants growing tighter as he watched the two of them.

"I bet he's proportionate everywhere. He must have a huge cock, it'll feel so good inside me, wonder if I could even have all of it in my mouth...you're more likely to be able to take him. You do love having your mouth full." Aizawa cooed, looking almost sweet if it wasn't for the way he was fucking Yamada's mouth or the filth leaving his mouth. "I bet he'll be loud, though not nearly as loud as you."

Yamada, as though to prove his point, moaned loudly around Aizawa's cock, the wet slurping noise accompanying his moaning, controlled despite how lost he looked since Yagi could barely hear him, making him wonder how many times they had done this.

"Wonder what you would like more, being split in half by his huge cock...or fucking him instead. He would look very pretty begging for your dick." Aizawa groaned, turning towards Yagi and letting out a soft sigh but otherwise looking far too calm and collected for someone getting what looked like the best blowjob of his life.

He really should be feeling guilty not aroused as he watched the two of them, shouldn't be palming at the bulge on his pants and picturing all those scenarios, Aizawa's calm voice washing over him to the point where he could forget just where they were.

"Fuck...I'm close." Aizawa groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. The closest he'd gotten to losing composure as he pulled Yamada closer. "Swallow it...can't make a mess here."

A second later he was biting on his lower lip, opening his eyes and licking his lips as he saw Yagi had stayed all this time, raising one leg to pull Yamada flush against him and groaning as he spilled himself down his throat, staying like that for a moment before pulling Yamada away, leaning down to peck his lips. The only sign that anything had happened after he tucked his dick back was the heavy breathing and the slightly disheveled look.

"Want some help with that?" Aizawa asked, and for a moment Yagi thought he was asking him at first, only to find him looking at Yamada.
He considered staying for a little while longer, he really did, but guilt had crashed over him and he needed to get away quick.

"Aw, I thought he was going to stay." Yamada pouted as he heard the door close, standing up and pulling Aizawa closer.
"Give him time, he looked like he was going to have a heart attack," Aizawa warned him, slowly working Yamada's pants open to give him some help with the hard-on he was sporting.
"Can't blame him, with the way you were talking~" The blond chuckled, though the chuckle turned into a breathless moan as he felt the hand wrapped around his cock.
"We'll talk to him tomorrow. See if he liked what he saw." He promised, leaning in to kiss Yamada before focusing completely on finishing him off.

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Halloween was always a fun day of the year for Hizashi, he liked watching the different costumes and loved the UA Staff's Halloween party even more. He could always put on something fun and watch Shouta come up with the stupidest excuses for his costume. So far he had gone as an 'Annoyed coworker' where he was dressed in his usual clothes, 'yellow caterpillar' with his yellow sleeping bag and the following year as a "cocoon' where on top of the sleeping bag he had laid down on the corner for the whole party, and the most memorable and Hizashi's favorite: 'human man', with the pink sweatpants that he used around the house, a black shirt, and an absolute deadpan look at anyone that tried to question him.

It didn't seem to be good enough for Nemuri though since the week before when the three of them had gone out for drinks and gotten as drunk as they usually did when they didn't have any classes the next day, she had suggested that they should choose each other's costumes for Halloween.

Shouta had rejected the idea immediately, as drunk as he was he still seemed pretty determined to not celebrate at all, at least until Nemuri promise he could choose her outfit. And then it was a done deal, and Hizashi had a whole week to think about what he could put his boyfriend in that wouldn't give him a heart attack.

Boy did he fail at that.

Nemuri had already shown him his costume, a "sexy cowboy" costume apparently, with no shirt but a brown leather vest, a red scarf and pants that were so tight that he was going to have to put his phone in the 'gun holders', something he probably should have seen coming from her, and he didn't really minded, his only problem was the outfit he had ended up choosing for Shouta.

It had almost been a mistake, he had seen it on J-bay, captivated by the way it looked and had bought it before he could think twice about it. He'd even mailed it directly to Shouta's address before he could regret it.

Then again, he probably shouldn't worry about it. He'd just tell Shouta it was a joke and give him a stupid caterpillar costume that wouldn't make him want to jump his lover in front of a whole room filled with their coworkers.
Except Shouta never brought it up, and for a moment Hizashi was sure that would be the end of it...until the Staff's Halloween party.

"So, what did you make Shouta wear?" Nemuri asked, causing Hizashi to choke on his drink as he looked at her.
"What are you supposed to be!?" He laughed. Nemuri was known for her sexy costumes, Halloween was no different, and yet now she was wearing what had to be the most unflattering yellow shirt that was two sizes too big, a pair of jean overalls and a pair of goggles on her face.
"From what I gathered they're called Minions. Shouta thought he was being funny." Nemuri rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "Now, what did you give Shouta."
"Ah, he probably won't wear it, it was just..." He started, trailing off with his eyes wide as he saw Shouta entering the room with the costume that Hizashi had chosen for him.

It was a skin-tight leather suit, with the midriff showing since it was ripped around the abs, a belt hanging over his hips that held the tail that swayed with every step he took, on his head there was a pair of cat ears that matched his hair color and the only piece of the costume that wasn't black was the yellow collar around his neck, the leash that connected to it wrapped around his neck like a scarf.

"Holy shit Yamada, I had no idea you had it in you." Nemuri laughed, patting his back and breaking him out of his stupor to push him forward. "That's a ballsy move to give the man you've been dating for less than a year."
"I can't believe he actually wore it." He whispered, trying to get his heart back under control as Shouta walked towards them.
"I'll leave you two to it," Nemuri whispers before disappearing. "Remember, don't do anything I would do!"

Hizashi wanted to tell her not to go, to stay before he did something he would regret like bending Shouta over the nearest table and fuck him until he was mewling for him in front of all the people they had to see on a daily basis.

"Nemuri put you in a terrible costume too huh?" Shouta asked as he looked him over, and Hizashi had to fight down the blush. How could he look even better up close?
"Y-yeah uh...yeah. But I mean you look...good." Hizashi told him, gulping as he watched Shouta smirk at him.
"Well, good to know you like the costume you chose." He tells him sounding almost amused.
"I do..." He whispers, watching the way Shouta leaned in, like a cat chasing his prey. "I'm surprised you chose to actually put it on."
"I wasn't, but I figure that since you went through all the trouble of buying it I might as well." Shouta shrugged, reaching up to tug on the collar and stepping around Hizashi to get a drink.

The two continued to talk, a few of their coworkers coming their way and chatting with them, more than a few eyeing Shouta and while Hizashi couldn't blame them he also couldn't help but feel an ugly curl of jealousy and possessiveness curl in his stomach, and maybe he was really drunk and Shouta must be just as bad but when he leaned over to wrap an arm around his waist the black-haired man just leaned against him. Turning towards him for a second before continuing with the conversation, or letting Hizashi do the talking and just leaning against him.

"I don't remember the collar being a part of the costume though," Hizashi said after a few hours, the two had gone over to a corner, each of them with quite a few drinks under their belt, enough that they didn't care about hiding their relationship from their coworkers, their chests pressed together, Shouta's hand on his hip bringing him closer while he brushed his hair back.
"It didn't, I had the collar from before," Shouta answers, as though he had no idea what that little bit of information did to Hizashi. "I figured I should put it on, since I'm not really a stray cat now, am I?"

He said all of that with a smirk, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned forward, running his hand up his sides and pressing close to him and licking his lips. And there was no way that Shouta didn't know what he was doing to him.

"You got an owner then, kitten?" Hizashi asked, reaching up to tug on his leash and staring back up at him.
"Hmm, I do, and I'm planning on going home with him tonight." He told him with a smirk, "In fact, I'm feeling pretty crowded, maybe it's time to drag my master out?"
"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Hizashi asked, taking hold of the leash and pulling Shouta closer and keeping him there, seeing his own aroused look reflected back at him.
"Hmm, I don't know. Is it master?" Shouta asked softly as he let Hizashi tug him around.
"Let's leave." Hizashi nodded, taking his hand and dragging him out of the party.

They made it to his apartment only by some sort of miracle. They could hardly keep their hands off of each other, the pants that Nemuri had chosen for him were impossibly tight and there was a clear outline of his dick now, hard and wanting as Shouta basically climbed on his lap.
Making it home was a small miracle, but as soon as they were there Shouta was pushing him against the door and grinding against him, moaning against his lips as he cupped Hizashi's cock and palmed at his erection.

"I need you, right now." Shouta groaned against his lips, his eyes dark and wanting. Letting out a gasp as Hizashi tugged on his leash.
"Not yet, pet," Hizashi told him. "I want to enjoy this."
"Hnng. Zashi." Shouta gasped, following close as Hizashi pulled on the leash and got him to the bedroom.

He pushed the man down on the bed, watching the way that the spandex stretched over his body, running his hands over his chest and taking in the way he looked. He didn't want to take off this costume, not with the way Shouta looked right now, so instead he just reached over to the bedside table to get a pair of scissors, getting a hole in his crotch and tearing the rest of the costume until he had a free view to his pussy and ass, running a couple of fingers over his entrance.

"No underwear? Naughty Shouta." Hizashi chuckled as he moved down to lick at his entrance, watching him gasp and moan as Hizashi ate him out gripping his hair tightly. The blond pressed his tongue inside of Shouta's cunt, rubbing at his clit and watching as the man started moaning and arched up on the bed and grind down against him. He moaned, pulling on Hizashi's hair and shaking as the man took him apart with only his mouth, working him up until he came, thighs shaking around Hizashi's head.

Shouta dropped down on the bed, panting heavily as he looked down at him, reaching up to wipe the drool and his own essence away from Hizashi's lips. He was starting to feel his head growing fuzzy, watching as his boyfriend took off what little clothes he was wearing.

"Zashi...please..:" He moaned, gasping as he felt a smack against his ass.
"What was that kitten?" Hizashi asked, giving Shouta a look and hoping he would understand what he wanted, waiting one moment before smirking when he saw Shouta nod.
"Meow." He whispered, holding his legs open.
"Good boy." Hizashi nodded, leaning in to kiss him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and exploring and devouring him, pulling back once it was getting hard to breathe. "I want to fuck your mouth, will you let me, kitty? Please?"
"Hnng~" Shouta nodded quickly, not daring to speak just yet. Letting the blond guide him across the bed until his head was hanging off of one side. the rest of the bed, waiting as Hizashi stood up.

He ran his hand over his chest, taking his cock and slapping Shouta's face with it before pressing the head of his cock to his lips, looking down and fucking into his mouth slowly at first. He couldn't keep his eyes in one place at a time, going to the way the latex stretched across his body, the exposed stomach that let him see his abs, admiring the strong and thick thighs that he always loved to have wrapped around his face. He ran around his hands over his body, thrusting in and out of his mouth, listening to the gulps and slurps as Shouta tried to suck around him.

"That's it, good boy. Tap my thighs if it's too much okay?" He told him softly, waiting for the hum to let him know he could go ahead before pulling out and fucking right back into Shouta's mouth, watching the bulge that his cock made on his throat. He groaned loudly, chasing his own pleasure first, holding him still as he buried his dick until his balls were pressed against his face, staying there as long as he could and making Shouta choke on his cock.

He pulled back after a moment, groaning as he felt the tongue trying to circle around the head of his cock every time Hizashi pulled back, reaching up to grip at the blond's thighs and pulling him in until Hizashi pushed his entire length inside of him and stayed there.
It took a while before he felt the taps on his thighs, pulling back and watching Shouta cough and clear his throat, spit and precum dripping down his face as he coughed, looking up at Hizashi with a hazy look on his face.

"That's it, that's it, good kitty." He whispers as he brings him up, holding him against his chest and reaching down to rub at his clit, watching Shouta arch into him and mewl against his shoulder, shaking in his arms. "You did so well, kitten, pleased your master so nicely, you deserve a treat, don't you want one?"

Shouta nodded quickly, mewling and closing his eyes as he bucked his hips against his hand, his eyes rolling back and he cried out as Hizashi abused at his oversensitive clit, not stopping even as Shouta tried to pull away as he felt a second orgasm ripping through him, shaking against him as his body moved without his permission, shaking and bucking his hips against his hand. He felt a kiss pressed against his forehead as Hizashi slowed his hand down, rubbing his finger over his entrance and watching as Shouta twitched in overstimulation as he continued to touch him.

He looked so pretty, deep in sub-space as he tugged on Hizashi's hair, oversensitive and moldable as he let Hizashi bend him down over the bed, raising his hips up and watching the gorgeous round ass, framed with the latex suit and looking absolutely gorgeous, he hummed as he ran his hands over his ass, giving him a few spanks and feeling rather smug as he heard the weak whine from his lover.

"Beautiful," he hummed, getting behind him and pushing the tail out of his way before grabbing the leash and lining his cock against Shouta's entrance, watching him intently and waiting for Shouta to look back at him before ramming into him, grabbing the belt that had the tail and the leash to tug him closer. "My beautiful kitten, I'm going to fill you up...claim you ass mine so everyone will know who you belong to."
"Nngh" Shouta moaned and arched into him, pushing back against him and moaning as he fucked himself back against Hizashi's cock.
"Or maybe I'll tie you to the bed, keep you here spread open and ready to be used every time I come home." He whispered against his ear as he rammed into him, watching him as he arched up into him. "Like my good little pet, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

Shouta didn't answer, only arching into him and Hizashi had to reach up to fix his ear, smirking as he continued to fuck into him, watching as Shouta sook under him, sensitive and responsive to every touch, gasping and moaning as Hizashi kissed and bit around his neck. He set a punishing and almost animalistic pace as he rammed into Shouta, making the bed squeak and groan with each movement.

When he came he did it without any warning, pushing Shouta down on the bed and reaching around to rub at his abused clit, feeling him whine and moan as he slammed into him. He could feel Shouta's walls clenching and squeezing around him as he sped his movements, groaning at the wet squelch that came with each thrust. It almost was a surprise as Shouta tensed down around him, his thighs twitching uncontrollably as he pressed his face down against the pillow, the black cat ears falling off of his head as he moaned loudly, forgetting about everything.

"Aaah~ Zashi, Hizashi....fuck, fuck, fuck, w-wait." He whined, his whole body shivering and twitching as he cried out, arching his back as Hizashi felt a wet spot growing on the bed.
"You...holy shit." He whispered, processing what had just happened and smirking. "Did you...that was..."
"Hnng~" Shouta moaned, still twitching every once in a while as he fell boneless on the bed. Unable to speak or say anything else after squirting all over the bed.

Hizashi shivered as he looked down at him, shaking his head as he slammed into Shouta, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Crying out as he gave a couple more thrusts before spilling inside of him and burying his dick inside his cunt, licking his lips as he shoved inside of him.

It took a while for the two of them to come down from their high, Hizashi holding Shouta close and peppering gentle kisses to his face as he kept his cock buried inside of him for a while longer.

"Come on, we'll get a bath and change the sheets," Hizashi whispered, holding him close, laughing at the groan from the man under him. "Or you can take a bath and I'll change the sheets."
"No...stay," Shouta whispered. "We can sleep in the guest room, more logical."
"Of course." Hizashi snorted, though neither of them moved for the longest time, knowing they would just end up too weak to move anywhere.

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Hey guys! So quarantine has been absolutely killing me and while I work on other fics, I feel like I'm hitting a wall, so I've been thinking about how much fun it was to do the kinktober. And I remember back in the old days (yeah I'm d y'all) there used to be kinkmemes in livejournal and the like.

So! I've decided that since I got the time to kill I kind of want to start taking prompts like that!
If you're interested then all you need to do is put the pairing you want (any ship goes, f/m, m/m, f/f, cis, trans, etc) and the kink you want, you can add anything else you want and be as specific or vague!

For example, you can simply put "erasermic, bondage" and I'll interpret that or you can put "erasermic bondage with bottom Aizawa and going from foreplay to aftercare". Literally anything goes! The more details you specify the easier it'll be of course but it's your call! Tell your friends, ask for more than one prompt I don't care lol just comment on this chapter so I can actually read it.

I don't know how many prompts I'll take, it'll depend on how interested people are, and I do ask that the requests stay on my hero, but other than that go bonkers my dude. Any au, any pairing, any kink, any scenario! Help me out I'm bored :')

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It was officially the first day of summer, the day that Hizashi had planned out in excruciating detail for weeks now. 
They didn't have to worry about any more classes, it was a Sunday so he didn't have any Radio duties, and he'd already called in to make sure someone would cover his and Shouta's patrols and they wouldn't be bothered unless there was a real emergency. 

They were officially free for the whole day for the first time in ages and he was planning on taking full advantage of it. 

And it was all supposed to start with a late breakfast because if there was one thing Shouta needed was to sleep in and Hizashi wasn't planning on waking him up before he had it, everything else could wait...and perhaps he also wanted to enjoy some time to relax. In fact, he'd gone as far as turning off their phones and his alarm to make sure they both got some sleep, smiling as he woke up slowly and leisurely to see Shouta asleep and curled up against him, staying like that for the longest time. Laying down, just staring at Shouta, reaching over to brush some of his hair behind his ears and running his thumb over his cheek softly while admiring his boyfriend. 

Staring at his boyfriend wasn't what he had planned though, he had other plans that he wanted to get through, starting with some nice breakfast in bed. Of course, Shouta would choose that moment to ruin his plans, reaching out to grab his hand the moment he tried to pull away to stand up, dragging him back down with a huff from the blond. 

"You were awake?" Hizashi pouted, laying back down and snorting when Shouta draped his arm around him.

"'You were leaving." He grumbled, opening one eye to look up at him, pulling him closer. 

"I was going to get breakfast, you need to eat a proper meal." Hizashi hummed, kissing Shouta's cheek and letting out an amused huff when Shouta just turned his face to kiss him properly instead, not caring about anything that he tried to say. "You have morning breath." 

"So do you, I don't care." Was the only answer he got when Shouta just pushed him closer until Hizashi was on top of him, pulling him in until they were kissing again and the blond was on top of him, smiling against his lips as Shouta pulled him even closer, lazy and sleepy as they moved against each other. 

It really had been so long since they got a chance to be intimate, and it showed in the way the rutted against each other after only a couple of seconds, soft and lazy kisses turning into sloppy and starving, panting and groaning as they held on to each other, growing harder and more desperate as they clung to each other until they had to break apart to breathe, though even then they couldn't get enough. 
Hizashi moving down to kiss down Shouta's body, climbing on top of him and getting the little number of clothes he wore out of the way, feeling the warm and calloused hands running over his body, sliding under his shirt before trying to tear it off his shirt.

He probably would have if Hizashi hadn't moved back and taken off his shirt on his own with a laugh, especially when he saw the pout in Shouta's face, moving close again to kiss him gently, pressing their chests together.  

"You planned this, didn't you?" Shouta asked, voice hoarse from both sleep and arousal, going straight to Hizashi's groin. 

"Yes. obviously." Grinning at him as he took his cock in hand, licking all the way from the shaft to the head, smirking when he hears Shouta groan. "Got myself prepared and everything."

"What about work?" He asked though Hizashi could hear the slight catch on his voice when he saw the blond grabbing the lube and he continued kissing down his body until he was nuzzling against his crotch, looking up at the black-haired man. 

There was little talk after that, Hizashi's mouth far too occupied with Shouta and far too distracting to really give work another thought, he would just trust that his boyfriend had called ahead and prepared and just enjoy as Hizashi rolled his tongue around his cock before taking him in like it was nothing.
Shouta shivered, taking deep breaths and running calloused fingers through blond hair as he looked down at the blond, seeing him bob his head and sucking him off without breaking a sweat. Humming and sending vibrations through Shouta's cock until the black-haired man was groaning and moaning, holding himself back from thrusting into that wet heat. 

Hizashi slurped around Shouta's cock, reaching back behind him with a lubed hand to make sure he was stretched and ready to take Shouta. He wanted their first time that day to be about spoiling his lover, to feel him inside him, and ride him until Shouta was begging for more. And it felt great to feel Shouta's eyes on him, clearly torn between watching him suck him off or look up to see him playing with his ass. 

"Fuck, come up here." Shouta groaned, grabbing Hizashi's arm and pulling him up towards him until he was straddling his lap, kissing him deeply as he ran his hands lower, grabbing a handful of his ass and pulling his cheeks apart. "I need you..."
The breathy answer Hizashi gave could have been a yes, or a fuck, or even just a random moan that left his lips. But the message came across, he needed Shouta as badly as his lover needed him right then.  
 

It was easy to see how much they had missed each other, how much they had needed the respite and the time to enjoy each other's body like they used to, between all the work and all the stuff they had to deal with on the daily, it almost felt like heaven when Shouta sank all the way inside Hizashi, filling him up and stretching him like it was the first time. And considering how long it had been since they slept together, and even longer still since Hizashi bottomed with Shouta, it might as well have been. 

The voice hero needed to take a moment to get used to the stretch, breathing heavily while Shouta ran his hands up and down his sides, soothing and helping him relax, even if Hizashi could feel how badly he wanted to start thrusting into him.  

Soft moans and quiet sighs filled the room as Hizashi rolled his hips down against Shouta, his boyfriend's big hands gripping at his hips as he thrust up lazily, before bringing him down to kiss him deeply. Pushing his hips up to meet with Hizashi's movements and thrusting into him, the outside world turning around them while all they could really focus on was each other.

Perhaps it was another testament on how long it had been that they didn't last that long, not that first time at least, both of them clinging to each other, biting their lips and drinking up the moans as Hizashi almost fell on top of Shouta, strong arms wrapped around him to keep him close, cock trapped between the two of them and biting on his lower lip to keep from crying out as Shouta pistoned his hips up against him, the slap of skin against skin resounding against the walls of the room, muffled only by the grunts from the two men. 

"Aah...damn...Shouta." Hizashi moaned against Shouta's neck, kissing and biting down on the pale neck. "I'm...close.."

"That's fine...fuck...it's fine." Shouta gasped, throwing his head back as he held Hizashi tightly against him, slamming up into him when he felt him clench down around him.

It took a few more thrusts before Shouta was spilling inside of Hizashi, while the blond rutted down against him, making an absolute mess once he finished against Shouta's stomach, laying there wrapped up against each other, panting against each other and trying to recover their breath as they curled up together, Shouta's hold on him slowly loosening up. 

"Any chance you'll let me get up now?" Hizashi joked once he's come down from his high. 

"No" Shouta grumbled, face pressed against Hizashi's shoulder, kissing his shoulder over and over. 

"We're all dirty!" Hizashi laughed, trying to pull away, and when that failed he decided to switch strategies. "I'll make you a deal, come shower with me, we can have round two in the bath. And then whatever you want after we have breakfast."

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Dabi still didn't know why he had agreed to this, he had let Hawks talk him into getting tied up like this. He would like to blame it on being drunk, or high, or even absolutely horny when the little birdy had first proposed the idea while he had been too taken by the way the hero felt pressed against him, his hips rolling against his until Dabi was feeling stupid enough to agree to whatever he wanted. 

Which was what led him to tonight, looking up at a very smug-looking Hawks tightening the ropes around his wrists, getting him strung up and stretched out on the bed. Helpless, unable to move, to pull away, or to defend himself from anything that might be coming his way. Sure, he could try to use his quirk but with the way Hawks had tied his wrists, it would be hard to get out without burning himself. 

"How's that? Too tight?" The hero asked, the tone of voice almost mocking to Dabi's ears, whether it was his intention or not, all he could think of was how that sounded like a challenge. 

"I'm fine, I'm not some delicate doll." He huffed, rolling his eyes and looking up at the ceiling. 

"Hmhm, sure thing." Hawks smirked, tightening the rope on his legs before holding up the blindfold. "So you're ready for part two?"

"Would you just get on with it?" Dabi huffed, taking a deep breath when he felt the black cloth wrap around his eyes, leaving him in complete darkness. 

"Just remember your safeword!" Hawks grinned, his voice coming from his left. "If you need a rest, just say fried chicken."

"You're, without a doubt, the stupidest hero I've ever met." Dabi groaned at the mention of the safe word, the stupidest thing they've agreed on. 

Having his eyesight restricted...it wasn't a pleasant experience, but he'd admit it wasn't as unpleasant as he previously thought. It had every nerve of his body on edge, adrenaline rushing through his veins as the helplessness fell around him like a blanket. The silence that surrounded him wasn't any comfort either, he could still feel Hawks presence there. Every sense of his was enhanced, his ears tingling as he tried to figure out where Hawks was based on his footsteps but the fucker was silent. 

His mouth felt dry in anticipation, muscles tense, and waiting when he felt something soft brush against his stomach. 

"Calm down, relax" Hawks voice came like a whisper, no longer standing by his left but almost distant. "Just let yourself feel everything." 

"What was that?" Dabi asked, his voice tense and short.

"Nothing dangerous, don't worry. Just enjoy it okay?" And when Hawks spoke again, his voice was closer, putting Dabi on edge as he hadn't heard him move. 

And he had no idea what he looked like, but he could feel Keigo's eyes on him, as hot as his flames under his skin. Dabi didn't need his eyes to feel the intensity of the stare on him, taking in a deep breath as he felt that soft tip brushing over his skin again, this time lingering enough that he could feel what it was now. 

"Are you using a feather on me?" Dabi asked, shivers running down his spine as he felt the soft tip moving up his chest. 

"Hush or I'll have to gag you." The hero answered, the smirk on his face audible despite everything. 

Out of sight of the fire user, Hawks was absolutely entranced by him, watching Dabi flinch and move every time one of the small feathers touched him, he could see the goosebumps on the small expanses of unburnt skin. Taking in the way that his back arched whenever he let the feathers trail over his thighs, using them to keep his legs far apart and trace over the outline of his crotch. 

He could map out his body this way, feel the way he shuddered, and how his breath caught when Hawks touched a particularly sensitive spot, particularly at the edge where the healthy skin met the burnt pieces, the sensitive stretches of raised skin between the staples. 
Dabi being so sensitive was a bit of a surprised, but it was definitely a nice one, Hawks could hardly keep his eyes off of him as he sat down, calling the feathers back to him when he felt how strung up the villain was. 

The moment the feathers stopped touching him he could see Dabi taking a deep breath, relaxing and tensing back up in anticipation whenever he felt Hawks getting closer. The moment he didn't feel anything was almost worst for him than the too gentle touches from Hawks and his feathers, not being able to see or feel anything was driving him crazy. 

"You look so much better tied down like that..." He whispered, chuckling when he heard a hitched breath from Dabi the moment he touched down his stomach. 

"Fuck will you do something already?" Dabi hissed, looking like he didn't know if he wanted to push into it or pull away. 

It seems that leaning into the touch won out, as he sighed and leaned into Hawks' hand every time he felt the soft fleeting touches, especially when they felt so cool against his heated skin, moving closer to where Dabi wanted him to touch, lower, between his thighs, teasing at his crotch and getting his cock out from his boxers, ending up tearing them off. 

"Hng, fuck." Dabi groaned as he felt the teasing touches over his cock, tracing the piercing with his fingertips. "Like that..." 
It felt so good, after waiting to be touched properly and even then it was just teasing, not enough to really feel good, especially when he was used to the rougher side of sex. He'd fully admit that he had expected Hawks to fuck him hard and fast, none of this gentle and teasing pace. 

Sure enough, as soon as he started to feel good and rutting up against Hawks, the hero took away his hand with a chuckle when Dabi couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips in search of more friction. 
"No, damn it." Dabi shook his head, taking deep breaths as he tried to fight with the arousal from Hawks touching him. 

Not that the hero answered him, Dabi could no longer feel him close, the silence in the room almost deafening except for Dabi's own heavy breathing. He felt alone, but the pinpricks on his skin that reminded him that he was being watched. That any moment he could be teased again, with feathers, or fingers, or anything that Hawks wanted. 

He was completely at his mercy. 

Time stopped mattering after a while, not being able to see, lost in his own mind, it could have been hours since they started or even minutes. Every time his mind started to calm down or wander off, Hawks could tell somehow, and would just bring him back with those same teasing touches that were driving him crazy. 

He'd even started stretching him open in short intervals, getting one finger inside him and teasing until Dabi was groaning and bucking into it before pulling back, waiting a few minutes, and then pressing two fingers with more lube. Repeating it over and over and every time moving deeper and teasing right against his prostate. 

"Fuck, no, come on. You stupid chicken..:" Dabi groaned as Hawks took his fingers away for the fifth time, his cock hard and heavy against his stomach, begging to be touched, for release, anything but this torture that had his whole body sensitive and tingling all over, feeling like his body was filled with exposed nerves. "Just fuck me already!" 

"Fine, god you should see yourself right now." The only comfort Dabi got from that, was that Hawks sounded as destroyed as he was, and it was a testament to how desperate Dabi was to get any kind of relief that he didn't have any sarcastic comment to share. 

Feeling Hawks kneeling between his legs felt like a huge relief, knowing what he wanted was so close. It was almost embarrassing, how much he wanted to cry in relief when he felt the head of Keigo's dick press into him, stretching him open and keeping the hero close to him, he could know what to expect and where he was going to be touched when he could feel the man. He wasn't surprised when he felt a hand on his waist but it still felt cooler and heavier against him. Everything was more intense. 
He moaned the moment Hawks started thrusting into him, fighting against his binds to reach for him, to try and hold on to anything as the build of hours, or what felt like hours, finally approached the end.

"Fuck, fuck, faster, fuck." He groaned, closing his hands around the ropes tied around his wrists and feeling a pair of feathers tickling at his feet, feeling the bindings fall apart within seconds as Hawks grabbed his legs and bent him in half, finally losing his composture and fucking into Dabi the way he had wanted to from the moment he had the villain spread out on the bed for him. 

When Dabi came, he was sure he had blacked out for a moment, the intensity of it had taken him by surprise, hadn't seen it coming before his vision had gone white and his whole body had tensed up, shaking under Hawks' hold and twitching as he spilled himself over both their chests. By the time he came to he was almost boneless in Keigo's hands, hearing the breathless gasps and the fast and erratic thrusts that meant he must be close too. 
His own whines took him by surprise, they sounded so unlike him as pleasure shot up his spine, overstimulated and unable to do much more than lay there and clench down until Hawks finally pulled out.  

The next thing he felt was the warm texture of cum hitting his stomach, and then there were fingers next to his ears as Hawks took off the blindfold. 
He would never admit how thankful he was for his wings since they were big enough to dim the light coming from the windows...but he'd also never admit that his breath caught in his chest when he saw the hero's face again, surrounded in a halo of light and grinning down at him. 

"Told you you'd like it." He teased, oblivious to the way Dabi was looking at him as he slowly freed his arms. "Next time I'll tie you up with toys, bet you'll go insane with those and..."

"God, don't you ever shut up," Dabi said, finally recovering from the way his heart had been thundering against his ears. "Either lay down to sleep or leave, seriously."

He didn't expect Hawks to obey him, and he didn't expect him to lay down and drape down on him but...well, he couldn't say he was complaining. 

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Having a boyfriend that worked at night meant that it was pretty hard for Kouda to see Tokoyami, and when he did see him it was in small spaces of time, or with both of them tired and unable to do much more than a cuddle and take a nap together.

Today was one of the rare days where Kouda had a day off and Tokoyami was supposed to be home early, so the Anima hero decided to prepare something special for his boyfriend. He had asked Satou for his recipe for an apple pie and had spent most of the day preparing it when he heard the door opening and dark shadow almost dragging his boyfriend into the room.

"Okaeri.." Kouda's voice was soft as he looked at Tokoyami, seeing how tired he looked. "...did you have a bad day?"

"Tadaima..." The man let his head drop on the counter, chirping when Kouda reached over to run his hands through the soft feathers on his face "It was the longest half day I've had in a while."

"Sorry to hear... I made some pie." Kouda hummed and kept petting him, seeing how he relaxed. "It's not ready yet..:"

"That's okay...thank you Koji" Tokoyami looked up with a grateful look, eyes closing as he sighed when Kouda pet just under his beak.

It gave Kouda an idea, as shy as he usually was he couldn't help but feel braver around Tokoyami, knowing that his boyfriend liked it when he took more initiative. So as soon as the idea came to his head he walked around to stand behind Tokoyami, running his hands over his back softly and seeing his reaction.

When all Tokoyami did was close his eyes he felt a wave of relief coming over him, running his hands up and down his back softly, finding the place where the muscles were tense and knotted up and paying special attention to that spot. And he was very encouraged with every sigh and hum coming from his shorter boyfriend, relaxing and turning boneless against Kouda's hands.

"Ah, we should get...we should get you to bed if you're going to sleep," Kouda said softly, brushing his fingers through the feathers on his head, seeing Toko look up at him.

"He won't move! Lazybones!" It was Dark shadow that answered as he left Tokoyami's back, "We want more petting!"

"Ah..it's not petting..." Kouda blushing, chuckling when Tokoyami forcefully called Dark shadow back to his body, groaning and falling on the counter. "I could carry you if you want..."

"...I don't want to bother you..." He didn't look at Kouda as he spoke, looking embarrassed as he tried to sit up straight.

Kouda's massage had given him made him feel boneless, even sitting up felt like too much work for his relaxed back and all the tiredness from weeks of hard work came crashing on him.

"It's okay, you need rest," Kouda told him gently, helping Tokoyami up and carrying him to the bedroom, laying him down on their bed and giggling when the bird boy pulled him down with him, his beak nuzzling against the side of his face and arms wrapped up against him, complaining when Kouda pulled back and turned him around. "Let me finish, or you'll have a tense back."

"Hmm," There was no fight in his boyfriend as Kouda took off his shirt so he could run his hands over Toko's back and feel the soft skin under his hands, with a few raised edges from old battle scars crisscrossing over his back.

The soft sighs were a welcome sound, as Kouda ran his hands over Tokoyami's arms and massaged his forearm, rolling it between his palms carefully, moving lower and blushing as he started massaging his thighs. He was so tense, and Kouda was happy to feel him relax and let his guard down around him.
Even after being together for a while, moving in together after their first year, and after so many nights of intimacy, Kouda was still taken aback whenever he saw his boyfriend aroused or on the bed like this. Even now he was blushing like mad seeing the peeking erection when he raised his leg to warm it over.

And when Tokoyami turned around to look up at him and pulled him down to lay on top of him, nudging his beak against Kouda's neck in their own version of kissing, Kouda's lips mouthing at his boyfriend's shoulders as he hid his embarrassed face.

"We don't have to..." Tokoyami's deep voice sent shivers down his spine when it was this close to him, breathing deeply as he shook his head.

"I want to...but you're tired..." He mumbled.

"Don't have to go the whole way." He said gently, wrapping his arms around Kouda and pulling him closer.

Kouda's clothes were easy to take off, Tokoyami didn't waste any time in getting his boyfriend as naked as him, both of them rutting against each other. Their hands moving over each other's body, their breaths getting heavier as they touched each other, knowing each other's body better than anyone and it seemed Tokoyami wanted to return some of the favor as he rubbed and pressed his fingers into Kouda's muscles.

Kouda climbed on top of Tokoyami, straddling his hips and grinding against Tokoyami's dick, gasping as he felt it slide between his folds, feeling how wet he was getting as he grinds against him, gasping as he hid his face on Tokoyami's shoulder.

"Fumi.." He gasped, feeling the sharp fingernails against his back when his boyfriend pulled him close.

He whined as Tokoyami pulled him closer, the head of his dick teasing against his entrance before Kouda moved his hip, sinking down on his boyfriend and letting out a soft whine as he slowly took him all the way.

They were slow, and gentle, as they moved together in sync, Tokoyami was too tired to do anything that needed more effort than this, and when Kouda took the initiative it was always like this. Holding on to each other, breathing in the scent of their partner and rolling their hips as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over them in a slow buildup.

Kouda's soft whines and moans were almost hard to hear, or they would be if he didn't have his face pressed against Tokoyami's neck, where he could hear every sigh and every moan from his boyfriend. And Tokoyami trilled and groaned every time Kouda rolled his hips and sent pleasure roll over him.

It was a slow buildup, but once the two of them got into it they couldn't stop moving, Kouda tensing up around Tokoyami and rolling his hips faster and trying to get him deeper inside him, while Tokoyami bucked his hips up into him quickly. Groaning and pulling him closer as they were overtaken with pleasure. Tokoyami couldn't really kiss his partner, whenever he wanted to he had to lean close and nuzzle close or open his beak to run his tongue over his boyfriend's neck, nipping gently and enjoying the gasps and hitches on his breath when he went to the spots that were more sensitive to him.

When they came, they came together, Kouda shaking against him and arching his back as he pressed against Tokoyami, moaning his name against his ears with one hand tangled in his hair. Tokoyami guided him to move up, pressing their foreheads together as they panted against each other, Koudan's hand going to cup his face and running a thumb over his beak gently as they looked at each other, lost in the moment.

Until they were interrupted by a ping.

"Ah! The pie!" Kouda looked horrified, climbing off of Tokoyami to run to the kitchen, blushing as he heard the deep laugh from his boyfriend as he ran off.

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Izuku shivered as Shouto tightened the harness around him, running one cold hand down his back and smoothing the staps tied around his middle, perfect to pull and push him around as he knelt on all fours on the floor. Looking up to see his boyfriend sitting on the bed, looking down at him with an unreadable look on his face, somehow that look made him feel more naked than he already was. 

It was thrilling, like every other game they got into, they were the perfect combination of a boy that spent all his teenage years oblivious to sex and kinks and another that spent far too much on the internet and innate curiosity from the moment he discovered what a kink was. They were both far too open to exploring whatever Izuku found, and they knew each other enough that even times like today where they tried something new they knew their limits and when enough was enough. 

He felt a hand on his chin tilting his face up, bringing him back to the moment as he crawled closer to Shouto, resting his cheek on his thigh. 

"You're doing very well, Izu." Shouto's voice floated to him, anchoring him to where he was and bringing a sigh out of his mouth. "Are you ready for the last part?" 

Izuku couldn't talk, from the moment they had started this his state of mind had shifted, his mouth felt useless, no words would come out as he nuzzles against Shouto's thighs. Opening his mouth to lick and mouth at the bulge on his boxers, pressing his face against him and looking up at him with hazy eyes. 

"I'll take that as a yes." Shouto chuckles and pets his hair gently and slowly reaching back to get the bar gag and pressing it to Izuku's mouth. "Open up." 

He obeyed without any argument, opening his mouth for Shouto and closing his eyes as he felt the warm fingers tracing his lips, holding his mouth open for a few seconds before sliding the rubber bar against his tongue. While Shouto tied the gag behind his head Izuku closed his mouth, breathing heavily as he felt the way everything came together, drool collecting under his the gag as he looked up at Shouto, whining when his boyfriend wiped it with his thumb 

"There you are, good boy Izu, you can stay like that for a while right?" He asked, petting his hair and running his hands over his back, giving his ass a small pat when Izuku nodded. "Good boy, we're going to walk around the house okay?"

Izuku nodding and nuzzling against him as Shouto stood up, clipping the leash on the gag and moving to walk away, just watching Izuku crawl next to him, following Shouto around the house, letting him guide him to wherever he wanted and jumping up and down as he ordered him around, following the clicks and whistles from Shouto, the blinds on either side of his face making it impossible for him to look at anything other than what Shouto wanted him to see.  The buttplug that he had with the long coarse tail swaying with every move he made, driving him crazy as it pushed against his walls. 

After a long time, Shouto finally guided him back to the bedroom, seeing how hard his pony had become from their little exercise. Part of him wanted to continue, to take off that plug and fuck into Izuku the way they both wanted to, but they had already agreed on what they would do ahead of time, and he wanted to make sure his boyfriend would be pleased with the experience. 

He just took a comb instead, combing through Izuku's "mane", watching him close his eyes and lean into his touch and neighing, or perhaps it was a whine, as Shouto combed and groomed him. Running the soft bristles ran down to his back, almost tickling but just sending shivers and a pleasant sensation over Izuku's body. 

By the time Shouto got to his lower back, he clicked his tongue again, smacking his lower back gently so Izuku would climb on the bed, watching him stand on all fours on the bed, his face lowered against the pillows in submission, whining when Shouto goes back to grooming. This time running his hands over his ass, squeezing and staring at his boyfriend as he moved the plug inside of him. 

Moans were hard to hold back as he felt the plug move, Izuku's mind pleasantly blank, swimming as he enjoyed anything his master gave him. Neighing and whining around the bridle to express what he wanted, like a mare in heat waiting to be mounted. 
Thankfully, it seemed like Shouto got the message since a few minutes later he was taking the plug out, hushing Izuku when he heard the whine and saw him swaying his butt, pushing back as if to try and get it back inside him. 

The feeling of emptiness wasn't pleasant, all he could think about was how bad he needed to be full, to be mounted and ridden until he fell down in exhaustion. Shouto looking down at his gaping hole, holding his cheeks far apart as he stared down, lubing up his cock before pulling on the leash he had around Izuku. 
 
His boyfriend moaned as Shouto climbed on him, using the leash around the bridle to make Izuku fuck himself on his cock. Watching him whine and grip at the bedsheets as Shouto pistoned into him, hearing the taller man moan and gasp as he used the many straps to hold on to Izuku. 

"Feels so good...you're a very good boy Izu," The deep voice carried around the room, mixing with the whines and wet squelches from his cock sliding in and out of Izuku. 
Izuku's mind swam with pleasure, eyes rolling back on his head as he was manhandled by his boyfriend, pulled back and shoved down unto the bed until he couldn't stand anymore, drool falling from his open mouth, unable to swallow thanks to the gag and moaning as it dripped down. 

He was a mess, an absolute mess and he couldn't find it in himself to care. All he cared about was how good it felt, to be pulled by the harness around his chest, to feel his boyfriend slamming into him without a care, animalistic in the way that he was just chasing after pleasure. 
In the end, Izuku finished first, the moment he felt Shouto reach up to grab at his hair and pulling his hair up. letting out a cry and arching his back as he felt the thick cock pushing straight into his prostrate, trembling as his orgasm made his eyes roll back, white spots dancing around his eyes and dropping down on the bed. 

The only thing holding him up was Shouto's hold on his harness and on his hair, holding him still as Izuku trembled and whined. Until he heard Shouto groaning and moaning above him, letting go to instead drop down over Izuku, holding him close and rolling his hips to drive his cock deeper, and deeper, as he spilled his seed inside of his mare. Both of them breathing heavily and slowly coming down from their high. 

All in all, Izuku thought as he slowly came back to consciousness, it was a successful experiment. And he just enjoyed it a lot more when it was all over and Shouto took amazing care in taking off all the straps, the bridle, and harness before cuddling with him. 

"So, what would you feel about wearing cat ears and a tail?" 

"Izuku, go to sleep." 

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The movie they had chosen for their date lay completely forgotten as they were taken in by each other, hands tentatively running over their bodies, testing the waters. First was Oboro placing a hand on his waist, slowly moving it lower as Shouta moved closer to him, Shouta's hands moving to his neck to pull him in as they deepened the kiss. Tongues rolling against each other, Shouta slowly climbing on Oboro's lap when the taller boy pulled him closer. 

For a moment they were the only thing that mattered, usually, this is where they would be interrupted by their parents, or Hizashi, or the phone. But this time...they could continue without being interrupted, pulling closer to each other and letting their bodies do the talking for now. Hips pressing together as the two kissed over and over in between sighs, clinging to each other with hunger and needing to be close.

They pulled apart after a moment, foreheads pressed together and panting as they felt the tension roll and uncoil around their bodies, Shouta's hands curling and uncurling around Oboro's shirt, blue meeting black as their eyes opened and they just looked at each other. 

"Can I try something?" Oboro asked, trying to keep his face under control, but he could feel his cheeks burning. 

"Yeah." Shouta wasn't doing much better, wondering what Oboro wanted to do, not sure whether he should move, what to do with his hands or how to angle his hips, feeling the heat rise wherever they touched. 

"Aaah" He let out a strangled gasp when Oboro leaned in to kiss his neck, shivering as he felt the soft lips and warm tongue running over his pulse point, pushing him away and covering his neck when he felt him suck and nip on his neck, face burning bright and looking at him with wide eyes. 

"What? Did I do it wrong?" Oboro asked in a hurried tone, holding his hands up. "Did it hurt? Was it gross?"

"No! No, I just...it felt...odd." Shouta answered, hands still on his neck. 

"Bad odd or good odd?" Oboro asked, relaxing slightly. 

"It was...good? I think? I...I don't know, it was like tickling but..." Shouta blushed, rubbing at his neck. "Weird." 

"Well, can I try again?" Oboro asked, waiting for Shouta to either say no or to let go of his neck, watching the wheels turn in his head before he finally let his hands drop and moving closer to him again, his hands going to Oboro's waist, gripping at his shirt. 

Oboro looked over at Shouta, hesitating a bit more before leaning in to kiss at his collarbone before moving further up his neck, starting with soft pecks before nipping on his neck, biting down gently before running his tongue over that same spot, sucking on the skin without stopping to think about the marks that Shouta would have tomorrow. All he could think about was the way his breath got heavier, the soft noises that left his mouth whenever he kissed on certain spots. As soon as it was clear that Shouta was enjoying it he just kept going, devouring his skin and tasting every bit of skin he could reach, only letting go when Shouta grabbed his hair to pull him up into a kiss, grinding down against his stomach, letting Oboro feel just what he was doing to the shorter boy. 

"Aah, Shouta..." He groaned, gasping as Shouta leaned down to kiss over his jaw, holding him close. Trying to stop him long enough to ask him to go to the bathroom. "Shouta.." 

It only occurred to him after Shouta whined against his neck that perhaps the way he was calling his name might have sounded more like a moan than an attempt to get his attention. 

"Wait, wait, Shouta, stop." He called over, grabbing his arms and pulling him back, feeling regret when he saw Shouta's uncertain and worried look. 

"What? Did I do it wrong? I was doing it like you..." He pointed out with furrowed brows. 

"No, no, you did great. It's not that!" Oboro hurried to reassure him. "I liked it a lot! But uhm, I was going to say...that maybe we should take this to my bedroom?" 

They both looked pretty embarrassed as soon as Oboro said that, mostly since they couldn't hide what they wanted to do anymore. It was right there in the open. Oboro offering and leaving it up to Shouta to accept, to admit that he wanted to...it was embarrassing when it came down to talking about it as opposed to just acting. 

"We don't have to!" Oboro continued, clearly embarrassed by his own bold move. "We can stay here and just...continue like this? Aaah I made this awkward, didn't I? Forget I said anything!"

But it was stupid! Stupid and illogical! Shouta knew what he wanted, knew what they were going to do tonight. He'd prepared for that even, so why was it that when it was right there, one simple 'yes' away, he just froze and felt awkward inside his skin. 

"No," Shouta said softly, moving his hands to Oboro's shoulders, looking down to their laps, embarrassed by the obvious bulge on his pant, "you didn't...you didn't do anything wrong...I'd like to move to your room." 

The two of them looked at each other, both of them blushing, both of them uncertain of the next step until Shouta slowly stood up, holding a hand over to Oboro, who didn't hesitate to take it and stand up. He leaned in to kiss Shouta, fumbling with one hand to find the remote and turn off the TV, groaning when he couldn't find it and moving back, looking around for it while Shouta laughed. 

"What are you doing?" He asked. 

"Turning off the TV! But I can't find the...oh" He stopped as he saw Shouta holding it in one hand. "...You could have told me." 

"You would have seen it if you looked at me." He pointed out as he turned off the TV, ignoring Oboro's pout. 

"Well you're too cute, I would have gotten distracted okay?" Oboro huffed,  crossing his arms as Shouta looked over at him with wide eyes. "What?" 

"You can't just say...ugh.." Shouta shook his head, grabbing Oboro's hand and dragging him to the room, pulling him closer as they made it in, pushing him against the wall in a deep and passionate kiss. 

Oboro melted against him, holding Shouta close and whining against his lips, finger looking to unbutton his shirt, managing to get through two buttons before getting frustrated with how hard it was, trying to tear it off. 

"Hey, stop that. I can't break this shirt." Shouta complained as he broke the kiss, slapping Oboro's hands away. 

"But I hate buttons! They're hard to take off!" Oboro whined, shutting up as Shouta pressed another kiss to his lips. 

"Just because you weren't looking, it's not hard! Look!" Reaching over to unbutton Oboro's shirt, starting from the top and undoing three buttons before he could really think about it, trying to swallow the awkwardness as he got Oboro's shirt open, looking at his bare chest underneath and feeling the blue eyes fixated on him the whole time. "...See? Not hard." 

"...ah." Oboro nodded, looking at Shouta and the way the boy was looking at his chest, feeling his skin heat up and get goosebumps as Shouta ran his hands over his shoulders to pull the shirt down and take it off completely. "...my turn." 

Shouta didn't say a word, just nodding and letting his hands drop, Oboro's shirt dropping to the floor as he did. His heart was racing as he felt the larger hands so close to him, starting from the bottom and going up, the heat radiating through the shirt until they were ghosting over his neck, running his hands over Shouta's chest and his arms as he took it off, pulling him closer to kiss him again. 
Saying they stumbled their way to the bed was being very generous. Oboro tried to be smooth and impressive, pushing Shouta backward the way they did in the movies and then laying him down on the bed, in reality, he almost made Shouta trip and fall to the floor, got his own feet stuck on his shirt so instead of laying Shouta on the bed, the two of them had to take a moment to groan and huff to recover their breath when Oboro fell on top of him. 

"Okay, that could have gone better." He whined as he held his stomach. 

"You think?" Shouta huffed as he rubbed at his head. 

"...did that ruin the mood?" Oboro asked, wincing as he looked at Shouta's deadpan face. 

"You're currently ruining the mood, yes," he huffed, sitting up and hovering over him, one arm on each side of his head, "but that just means you have to build it back up. 

"...ah, you'll make me swoon, you're too hot," Oboro said without thinking about it, groaning when Shouta smacked him. 

"I'm going to leave." Shouta huffed, making a move to stand only to be stopped by Oboro. 

"No! No! Please! I was joking." Oboro laughed, sitting up and pulling him close. "Well, mostly. You are very hot." 

"You're very biased." Shouta points out, although he let Oboro lean in to press kisses against his neck and down his chest. 

Thankfully the next part seemed to be going okay, Oboro pressing Shouta down on the bed and taking his time kissing down his body, feeling the smaller and softer hands run over his arms and his chest, tracing his muscles. 

"Like em?" He teased after he felt Shouta's hand trace his abs again. "You've seen me like this so many times, you know? I don't get why you're so impressed now." 

"Shut up." Shouta groaned, pinching Oboro when the white-haired boy laughed. 

"Just admit you've been dying to touch the goods Shouta!" Oboro laughed, letting out a huff when Shouta punched his arm. 

"Shut up or shirtless making out is all you're getting tonight." He threatened, raising an eyebrow and he tugged on Oboro's pants to illustrate his point. 

"Shutting up now," Oboro said quickly, moving away from Shouta so he could get off his pants, trying to pull him down and taking off his belt before struggling to take off his pants. 

Shouta didn't get to warn him before Oboro was falling off the bed in his struggle, the black-haired boy holding a hand to his face as his boyfriend groaned held his head. 

"You're an idiot." He huffed, standing up and helping Oboro get up, pushing him on the bed. "Let me do it, moron." 

"Ah..don't let me stop you." He said softly, leaning back and watching as Shouta stood up and pulled his pants the rest of the way down. Instead, Oboro looked down to see the way his blush went down to his chest, getting even further down as he slowly got his own pants off. 

And Oboro was going to comment on the blue paws on Shouta's underwear but figured that it was probably the way to not only ruin the night but get his balls punched all the way into his stomach. 
Besides. he was more focused on Shouta's long legs, the subtle musculature there that he could reach out to touch, running his hands up his thighs. He sighed as he ran his hands over Shouta's thighs, looking up as his boyfriend climbed on his laps, going back to kissing each other. 

This time, they were a lot more desperate in their kissing, hands roaming over their bodies in a heated need, not knowing where to touch but wanting to feel every part of each other, pulling each other close, gasping in between kisses as they fell on the bed together. Oboro got between Shouta's legs, grinding against him and the two of them moaning and gasping in surprise at the sudden wave of pleasure as they lined up against each other. 
Soon they were almost feverish as they rolled their hips against each other, grinding and humping against each other in search of friction, trying to get closer, to have more, so much more. 

"Wait, wait, I'm..." Shouta pushed Oboro back, in between moans and kisses, putting a hand between his leg and gripping at his cock as he felt so close to ending everything, and this was..it wasn't how he wanted this to end. "Take...take this off." 

Pulling on Oboro's boxers, biting his lips as the two of them kicked their underwear off, laying naked right in front of each other, with nothing left to hide. Shouta's eyes focusing on Oboro. 

"Stop staring at it!" Shouta complained after Oboro had stared at his dick for what he deemed far too long. 

"Sorry! I've never seen you like this!" Oboro complained, looking down at him and moving closer, running his hands over Shouta's thighs. "Can I.." 

He didn't finish his sentence, Shouta just guiding his hand to his dick as he touched Oboro's own. Feeling the length against his hand, how much bigger than his own it was, slowly moving his hand to test the water and jerking him off the way he usually liked to do it to himself. 
The angle was awkward though, everything felt just a little bit off and every time he tried to look at Oboro they made eye-contact, and he just felt shy and awkward all over again. 

"Do you have...you know..." Shouta mumbled, looking down at Oboro's dick, mouth dry as he looked up at him. "Lube or...I don't know, something?" 

"Oh! Yeah!" Oboro nodded, moving away and rummaging through his bedside as Shouta sat up on the bed crosslegged, looking over at him as he held the bottle up triumphantly. "How do you want to do this then?" 

"...What do you mean?" The shorted boy asked with a frown. 

"Like, you know, who's going to be the pitcher and who's the catcher?" He asked. 

"Why am I dating you?" Shouta asked with an embarrassed look, hiding his face. "Is that really the best way you can describe it?"

"Well, how would you put it" Oboro pouted "It got my point across right? So, who's who?"

There was a moment of silence for a moment, neither of them had an answer until Oboro very slowly raised his hand in a fist, holding it towards Shouta with a questioning look and then yelping when Shouta kicked him. 

"I'm not deciding how I'm losing my virginity with a game of rock, paper, scissors!" He huffed, but there was an amused smile on his face making it obvious that he was trying not to laugh. 

"Well, we could try doing tic-tac-toe instead if you're so peculiar about it." Oboro laughed, moving closer to Shouta. "Or do you want to wrestle for it? Come on, come at me Shouta!" 

That did make the black-haired boy laugh, pushing Oboro away and pushing him back on the bed, the two of them trying to get the upper hand, using dirty tricks, tickling at each other to try and gain the upper hand, laughing and giggling as they tried to get away from any attack but not wanting to be too far apart from each other or stop the contact of naked skin on naked skin, climbing on top of each other before getting flipped over, almost falling off the bed three times before Oboro managed to pin Shouta down. Only because he was laughing too hard to keep fighting, both of them moving closer together in between laughs, kissing and pressing against each other, Shouta's arms pinned to either side of his head as Oboro kissed him. 

"I win." He whispered against his lips, grinning down at him. "So does that mean I get to top?" 

"It means you get to choose I guess." Smiling over at him, wrapping his legs around Oboro's waist to pull him closer. 

The tension was broken at least, and Oboro could start preparing Shouta carefully, trying to read his face as he slowly worked him open. In was awkward at first, the stretch was more uncomfortable to Shouta than pleasant, the only thing keeping him distracted were the kisses Oboro was giving him, each new finger had him tensing up, even more, starting from zero as he had to take deep breaths and relax or Oboro couldn't move his fingers. He would be lying if he said he hadn't tried this himself, Oboro too, they were teenagers, of course they had tried! Especially since they started dating, since now they had a face to think about when they touched themselves, and considering they were both men...more than once Shouta had tried touching behind him, had even managed to find some pleasure in it. But it was so different when Oboro did it.

It felt more like an intrusion, made him feel a lot more vulnerable than his own fumbling experiments had left him feeling, and it was hard to lay back and trying to stay relaxed until the pain and uncomfortable feeling started to fade, getting used to the feeling, relaxing and looking at his boyfriend until Oboro pressed against a spot that had white spots dancing over Shouta's vision, a spot he hadn't found before. Gasping and arching up on the bed as the other boy pressed down against him, adding more lube and another finger as he pressed in until he could find it again and he could rub against it.

"Oboro...fuck just...I'm ready, just go," Shouta complained when it felt like ages had gone by and he needed more, he wasn't sure what it was, but he was growing desperate. 

"Are you sure you..." Oboro stopped when he looked at Shouta's face, nodding. "You are, got it..ah wait, fuck I'm an idiot, I didn't get condoms! I thought I had everything but.."

"It's fine, we don't need them." Shouta rolled his eyes. "I'm not a girl, and we've never been with anyone unless there's something you want to tell me?" 

"Of course not! You're my first!" Oboro looked almost offended that Shouta would suggest otherwise. 

"There you go, then we don't need it. Now come on!" Shouta groaned, laying back down on the bed. 

Oboro took a deep breath as he got more lube, shivering as he spread it over his cock and lined himself up against Shouta's entrance. Looking down at his boyfriend and seeing the same nervousness he felt reflected back at him. 

"Breathe." He whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly as he pressed inside of him. 

Shouta let out a whine as Oboro pressed inside him, flinching at the stretch while Oboro moaned against his lips, trying very hard to go slow even if he wanted to just slide right into the heaven that was Shouta's tight body. It was...far better than anything he had imagined, even the way that Shouta dug his nails into Oboro's back felt like heaven as he pushed inside of him. Moaning and gasping until he had bottomed out inside of him, and the hardest part was both not cumming inside of him and not just thrusting into him mindlessly. 

They were both breathing heavily, clinging to each other, and letting out deep breaths as they tried to keep control of themselves. But it was so hard when Shouta looked so beautiful underneath him. Eventually, he was given the go-ahead to move, trying to find a good angle as he thrust into Shouta since he looked like he was either in pain or uncomfortable. 

"Is that okay?" Oboro asked between moans, thrusting into him. "Does it hurt or..:" 

"No, no but...it's odd..." Shouta grit out, holding on to him. 

"Should I stop?" He asked, even if that was the last thing he wanted to do right now.

"You don't have to just..." Shouta shook his head, holding on to him. "Try a different angle, like...like the spot you had earlier." 

He nodded, holding on to Shouta's legs and raising them up to his shoulders, looking down at him as he buried himself even deeper inside him, thrusting and trying different angles until he finally, finally, found that spot inside of Shouta. And he knew right away when he had found him, as Shouta let out a gasp and arched his back, clenching down around Oboro. Both of them moaning and gripping at each other. 

"There! There...do it again. Please. Fuck." Shouta cried out, shivering as Oboro did it again, and again, every other thrust managing to hit the perfect spot inside of Shouta, sending them both into a feverish pace. "Faster...right there...faster." 

"Fuck." Oboro shivered as he fucked into Shouta, leaving fingerprints with how hard he was holding unto his thighs as he drove into him. 

Shouta's voice was breathy and weak, Oboro moaning above him as he gripped his thighs, leaning down to kiss and bite on his lower lip. They were lost to the moment, chasing after the pleasure as Shouta reached down to grab at his cock, jerking off and trying to match Oboro's pace as he drilled into him, sweat making hair cling to their foreheads and neck, hardly able to control even the volume of their voice as they got closer to their climax. 

Unsurprisingly, Oboro finished first, driving deeper into Shouta and trying to truly become one with him as he rolled his hips against his ass, moaning his name in between harsh breaths as he spilled himself right inside of him, breathing heavily as he almost fell on top of him. He only pulled back when he heard the frustrated whine that came from Shouta's mouth, looking over at him and pulling away, dropping Shouta's legs and leaning down to take his cock in his mouth, listening to Shouta moan as he used his hand to jerk him off, almost choking when he felt the salty taste of cum on his mouth. 

All worth it if only to hear Shouta moan his name the way he did when he came, clinging to Oboro's hair. 

Then again, the look of disgust on both their faces when Oboro swallowed...that was less nice. He had to go and wash his mouth before Shouta would let him lay down next to him and kiss him again, this time a lot slower and softer as they simply held each other, enjoying the afterglow and feeling a little giddy, knowing they'd lost their virginity to each other. That they had given each other this.  

"That was nice," Oboro said as the two laid facing each other, arms draped over each other, brushing his thumb over Shouta's arm. "All things considered I think we did pretty well."

"Hmhm..." Shouta hummed, moving closer to cuddle to his boyfriend and closing his eyes. "When do your parents come back?" 

"Eh? Oh, they come back until Monday night why?" Oboro asked, looking over at him, getting a thrill as he saw Shouta's smirk. 

"In that case, let me take a nap, and then we can go for round two when I wake up. 

"You got it, boss!" 

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It'd been a couple of months after the three of them had spent Shouta's heat together. They managed to talk about their relationships in short spurs during it, ending up with the three of them mated. The marks on his neck still tingled when he remembered the last night of his heat, both of them inside of Shouta, sandwiched between his two lovers as they bit down to lay their claim on him. 
It was lovely, but very little had changed after that, at least at the beginning, since they already lived together, they worked together, they went out together. The only difference now was that every night Shouta was surrounded by the two alphas as they fell asleep, holding each other tightly. 

In their excitement over the new bond, however, a few things had escaped their notice, until Shouta woke up one day and rushed to the bathroom, holding on to the toilet as a single thought came all three heroes. 

We forgot the birth control

It wasn't something any of them expected, but after they talked about their options...well there was just one. They had never really thought about having children until then but the moment the option was given to them, they decided now was as good a time as any. They had their agency growing, they were mated, and the more Shouta thought about it the more he wanted to have the baby. 

A few months into the pregnancy and certain changes started to show on Shouta pretty much right away. Some of them were expected, the food cravings, the terrible morning sickness, the mood swings. All of those were things that Shouta had prepared for the moment he found out he was expecting. And to a certain degree, his partners had prepared for it too, both alphas ready to drop anything at the drop of a hat to get whatever crazy craving Shouta had, one or the two of them waking up with him to help him with the morning sickness. 

One thing none of them were expecting, however, was how much...needier Shouta would get. 

It started slowly, making a nest on their bed, stealing almost all their clothes until Shouta smelled more like his mates than himself, not letting either of them leave until he had scented them thoroughly, spending up to an hour just rubbing their necks together or kissing on their scent glands before they could get to work. And every night when they came back he would drag them to the nest to cuddle. 

Cuddles were one thing, Oboro and Hizashi both loved having Shouta all over them, clinging to them, and in his own way asking for attention when he started feeling neglected. But the thing that took them even more by surprise was Shouta's libido. 

It was frustrating for Shouta, the constant need to have one or both of his partners. It was like being in constant heat, constantly dragging them to have a quickie after a mission, taking breaks from doing paperwork once he wasn't allowed to go on field missions so Hizashi could bend him over his radio equipment or sit on Oboro's cock while he tried to do his own paperwork. 

Not that the alphas seemed to mind, both of them more than eager to drop whatever they were doing as soon as Shouta started rubbing up on them, all he had to do was rest his head on their shoulders and hum softly and they would immediately get the hint, the most he had to do was rub his hand up and down their thighs before they got the hint. 

"Shouta, I need to finish this," Oboro complains as Shouta tried for the millionth time to drag him to the bedroom. "Just five more minutes..."

Shouta growled as he licked at his neck, trying to coax him to come with him, Hizashi being out to buy more milk and leaving him to the mercy of their pregnant mate. And while usually, he would be more than happy to go with him he really needed to finish the report on the latest villain takedown. His resolve was quickly disappearing as Shouta ran his hands over his thigh though. 

"Come on, you can finish it later," Shouta hummed as he kissed over the faded bite mark of his neck. "I need it, Oboro, please. I'm so wet...I want my mate, won't you take care of your omega?"

"I'm home!" Hizashi called out from the door, Shouta's head snapping up as soon as he heard him. 

"Oh thank god," Oboro sighed, looking at Shouta and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "How about letting Hizashi take care of you while I finish kitten?"

"hmm, fine, as long as you join later," Shouta smirked, standing up to get his next victim. 

He didn't think too much about the scent as Hizashi carried Shouta to the bedroom, far too used to the aroused scent of his alpha mate to really question it. Rolling his eyes amused as he started hearing the moans and whines from Shouta, coupled with the growls from Hizashi. 
Trying to focus back on his work was...harder. Every time he managed to get one more sentence out he would hear a particularly loud mewl or hear the bed slam against the wall and he would just feel his face growing hotter and his pants tighter. 

The reports were quickly forgotten after that, he had never been that good with self-control and he'd gotten all the work he was going to get, rushing to the bed to see his mates, already taking off his clothes. 

It was a beautiful sight, seeing Shouta ridding Hizashi, his hands on his chest, and leaning over him to kiss him as he rolled his hips down against him, the small bump on his stomach visible as Hizashi gripped his thighs to guide him. Shouta turning to look at him with a devilish smirk. 

"Hizashi is in a rut, I'm going to need help dealing with him." He said as he bounced on Hizashi's cock, gasping and moaning whenever Hizashi bucked his hips up. 

"Fuck, just what I needed, two horndogs." He joked, getting on the bed and dragging Shouta into a kiss, feeling Hizashi's hands on him, tugging on his pants. "Okay. okay, I'll get that out. Patience." 

He moved back, giving Hizashi the space to manhandle Shouta, and while usually during their ruts they would be aggressive, grabbing and claiming with a hunger that couldn't be sated. And there was certainly a lot of that as he grabbed at Oboro, but with Shouta, he was...gentle. He was still rough, fucking into Shouta and pushing him down on the bed as he slammed his cock into him with enough force to try and get another baby into their mate. Attempting to make a whole litter no matter how impossible that might be. 
But his hands were gentle as they touched Shouta's stomach, moving up to the softened chest, keeping him close into a protective stance, only letting Oboro come close after he scented him and bit down to lay his claim on the other alpha. 

"Hizashi, gentle now," Oboro told him as he moved closer, taking one of Shouta's hands and letting the omega hold on to him. "I know you want to breed him but you don't want to hurt the pup." 

Hizashi growled as he pressed his face to Shouta's neck, holding him close and rolling his hips into him. 

"That's better, gentle now." Oboro hushed, running his hands over Hizashi's back. Moving to lay by Shouta's head, kissing him softly and swallowing his moans and letting him grip his hair. "Good thing you got such a high sex drive huh? You can keep up with Hizashi during his rut now." 

"As if...aaah...as if you're not going to...be here too." Shouta moaned against his lips, holding on and wrapping his legs around Hizashi's waist. 

"Guilty as charged," Oboro smirked, holding on to Shouta and staring at Hizashi. 

And he wasn't lying, he definitely stayed with the two of them during Hizashi's rut, at first actually being part of it. Shouta on all fours sucking him off and moaning against him as Hizashi pushed him further into his dick with every thrust. Or pressing to Shouta's back and spreading his ass up while Hizashi's knot was buried deep inside his cunt. 

But he definitely had nothing on Hizashi during his rut, by the end of the first day he was just laying down, exhausted, and holding Shouta, giving him a soft touch while Hizashi went to town on him. It was nearly impossible to count how many times Shouta had orgasmed, and even the baby bump looked even bigger with all the cum spilled into him. 

"So, be honest, do you think you'll still have a high sex-drive after I'm done with my rut?" Hizashi asked with a smirk, Shouta cuddled up to him with Oboro on Hizashi's other side. 

"Hmm well, this might keep me satisfied until Oboro's rut," Shouta answered with a smirk, squeezing down against Hizashi's knot. 

"I can't believe I have to be the one to tell you to keep it in your pants now," Oboro complained, relaxing as Hizashi pet his hair. "Also...my rut is a week away." 

"Exactly, it'll be enough until your rut." Shouta purred.

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"Oboroooooo" His boyfriend's voice echoed in the apartment as he came back from teaching, making the cloud hero look up from the TV just in time for the Omega to drape himself over him. "You won't believe how mean Shouta was today!" 

"Shouta's always mean Zashi, I don't think I'll be surprised." The alpha laughed as he ran his fingers over the long blond hair, slowly getting it out of it's gelled outrageous style. 

"Yeah well, he was especially mean today." The omega pouted. "He was all grumpy!" 

"And I'm sure you didn't do anything to provoke him?" Oboro asked with a smirk as he heard his omega gasp. "Nothing at all to do with the alpha he's been seeing lately?" 

"Now, why would I even dare make fun of our dearest friend for finally taking interest in an alpha. Is it my fault I'm curious about this so-called Toshinori he keeps texting? Am I not allowed to be curious if my best friend has a sugar daddy?" He asked dramatically, turning around to lay his head on Oboro's lap, purring as his mate continued petting his head. 

"Please tell me you didn't call him his sugar daddy." The alpha laughed, looking down at him and then cackling at the guilty look on the green eyes. "Hizashi!" 

"It was a joke! And it doesn't excuse him being mean." Hizashi pouted, closing his eyes and relaxing next to Oboro and almost melting as he took in the calming scent coming from the alpha. "Insulted my nest and everything." 

"Hm, that *is* pretty mean of him." Oboro nodded, working the last bit of gel out of his hair, feeling the soft blond strands between his hair. "Did he really say that?" 

"...well maybe not in so many words." Hizashi pouted, looking up at him. 

The two of them knew each other like the back of their hands, Oboro knew his omega wasn't really upset by whatever their friend had said, God knew when it came down to it both omegas were thicker than water, but he could also sense that Hizashi felt at least a little bit self-conscious about the subject. Maybe Shouta hadn't tried to hurt Hizashi, maybe whatever comment it was it had been said before between them, but whatever it was it still had Hizashi upset enough that he needed attention from his alpha. 

"You know I love your nests right Zashi?" Oboro asked, leaning down to kiss his forehead. 

"Hm...I know." He nodded, though he still looked upset, the kind of upset and sensitivity that would only really leave after a long cuddling session. 

"Okay, come on," Oboro said standing up, dragging Hizashi up on his feet. "We're making a nest and cuddle until you feel better." 

"What? No, come on we don't have to..." Hizashi tried to complain as Oboro pulled him along, though one grin from the cloud hero had him shut up.  

He could never say no to Oboro for long, not that he generally wanted to, Oboro always had a way of knowing what he needed. Hizashi didn't have to tell him that the real reason he was upset wasn't that Shouta had been mean, but that he felt that their friend had gotten tired of him and he'd annoyed him too much. Hizashi didn't have to explain to Oboro that he had overworked himself because his brain simply refused to stop working, always demanding that he move on to the next project, always worried about his job, or his other job, or his other job. So while it would be easy for anyone else to assume Hizashi was just joking, Oboro knew he was upset and overworked and needed some time to relax. 

"Come on, up. we go." Oboro said with a grin, helping the omega up and dragging a complaining Hizashi to the room. 

"Why? I was comfortable." Hizashi whined, dropping down on the bed and pouting as Oboro grabbed a bung of clothes and blankets and threw them at him, laughing when a t-shirt hit him in the face, making his glasses go flying. "Oboro!" 

"Come on! Help me make a nest! Or you don't want to cuddle today?" Oboro asked with a grin, laughing when he got what he wanted. Hizashi pushing him away and crawling on the bed to make the nest. 

The worry and air of uneasiness left him as they joked around, throwing things at each other, Hizashi complaining when Oboro didn't do anything right, and then let out a yelp and a laugh when the cloud maker pushed him down on the next to kiss him. 
Hizashi laughed as Oboro peppered his face with kisses, not letting him go as he trapped him under his arms to continue pressing kisses to his cheek, his face, not staying in one place for long.

"Oboro!" Hizashi laughed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to bring him closer. 

"What? Are you going to complain now?" Oboro asked as he bit down on his cheek. 

"I still have my leather pants and jacket! Of course, I'm going to complain."  Hizashi pointed out, turning his face to nuzzle Oboro's neck. "At least let me take my costume off before you get an eye poked off. 

"Hm getting my cute omega naked? Yes, please." Oboro wiggled his eyebrows, laughing when Hizashi shoved him off to take off his jacket. "Oy! I was comfortable there!" Oboro complained, grinning as he laid down on the nest, watching the omega taking off his jacket and staying in his undershirt, letting out a whistle. "Woo, take it off!" 

"Stop it!" Hizashi laughed, putting his jacket by the edge of the nest where they wouldn't be bothered by it. "Every time!" 

"You love it, come oooon pants off." Oboro teased, grabbing at Hizashi's long legs and pulling him closer to get the leather pants off of him. 

"Only if you take yours off!" Hizashi complained, grabbing at Oboro's shirt to pull it off of him. 

Hizashi felt his mood lift as Oboro got his clothes off, draping over him and kissing him as they laid together. Cuddling close in the nest and running their hands over each other while the alpha laid his omega down and kissed all over his body, blowing a raspberry on his stomach to make him laugh and then apologizing when Hizashi pulled on his hair. 
Kisses heated up, as they usually tended to do when they got in this kind of mood, hands getting lower as Oboro got Hizashi's underwear down, kissing over his chest and taking his time just biting and leaving marks all over his body. 

Getting between his legs and nipping at his thighs, moving closer to the source of the sweet, sweet scent of Hizashi's click, sucking and licking on his cute little cock, getting it on his mouth and feeling him get hard under his ministrations, the soft moans from his boyfriend urging him to continue, and the long fingers tangling on his hair to pull him closer. His tongue pressed against Hizashi's cock as he sucked, eyes looking up to meet with his mate's vibrant green eyes with a very smug look on Oboro's. 

He enjoyed taking Hizashi apart like this, sucking him off and watch him squirm and moan as he used one of his hands to open him up. Large fingers pushing into Hizashi's dripping pussy, opening him up as he continued to lick and suck on his cock, adding another finger as he felt Hizashi tensing up. 

By the time he added a third finger, Hizashi had stopped thinking coherently, whining and bucking his hips up against Oboro's mouth as he came. The white-haired man drinking down every last bit of it before moving up on his arms, looking down at Hizashi, seeing the omega panting, long hair sticking to his face and shoulders with sweat and with a satisfied look on his face. 

"Feel more relaxed now?" Oboro asked, laughing when Hizashi grunted and pulled him down on top of him, relaxing as Hizashi held him close, hearing the blond's heart as he laid over him, both of them falling asleep soon after. 

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He couldn't see anything when he woke up, everything around him was dark even when he was sure that his eyes had been opened. He tried to take deep breaths, to try and think instead of letting the panic get to him. 
The first thing he needed to do was be aware of his surroundings, and since he couldn't exactly do that with a blindfold on that meant he needed to be aware of his body and the situation he was in. The first thing he noticed was the soreness in his legs, and when he tried to move it he realized that he was completely incapable of it. 
He could feel how his legs were bent, his ankles pressed to his thighs and both of them were tied to what felt like a bed, so not only was he tied down..but he was left spread open and vulnerable for whoever it was that had managed to catch him. Not only that, but his arms were tied to the bed frame too since when he tried to pull at them all he had managed was to feel the rope burning his wrists. 
The next thing he noticed...was not only the heat that had enveloped his body, to the point where he knew that he must be red and flushed from head to toes, but the fact that the only type of clothes he could feel was his unbearably thin underwear, and the old t-shirt he had put on earlier that morning. 

Unease started to climb on his stomach, the tentative pulls he had given before had turned into a full-on thrashing, trying to get free and away from where ever he was. He loathed being vulnerable, hated not being able to use his quirk or his eyes to figure out where he was and he hated the feeling that took over his body. That unbearable heat that took over him and the shock as something inside of him starting to vibrate, making him gasp at the sudden feeling. 

"Shhh now, you're going to hurt yourself. hero" He was startled by a voice coming from the corner of the room, freezing him in place as shivers ran down his spine. 

"You" He growled, "What did you do?" 

"Nothing special! Merely doing the general public a favor, you've just been so strung up this past few days Eraser!" The way the man sounded...it had his heart race and thunder in his chest. 

"Let me go," Shouta growled trying to close his legs, to be just a little less vulnerable but to no avail. 

"Hm, you won't be singing that tune for long." The voice was closer this time, feeling the villain's breath right against his ear. "You can't hide from me, hero, I know how depraved you really are Eraserhead." 

"What are you talking about? Let me go!" Shouta yelled, trying to move away from the villain's breathing, shivering as he heard the man chuckle. 

The soft-touch on his stomach took him by surprise, not only by how sudden it was but by the way his whole body reacted to him, shamefully turned on by the way he was being touched. It was like his nerves were singing just with the simple touch, heating his skin and leaving an unbearable coldness everywhere else, feeling uncomfortable as the underwear stuck to his crotch and the vibrations of the toy inside him got even more intense.

"You..." Shouta growled as he tugged on the ropes around his arms, gasping and letting out a strangled moan as he felt a hand rubbing against his crotch, pushing the toy deeper inside him. "Stop that...stop it..." 

"Stop? But you're enjoying it, aren't you?" The man whispered as he leaned over him pressing him down on the bed and keeping his legs spread even wider. 

Shouta looked absolutely beautiful, held open and helpless as Hizashi touched him, gasping and squirming under his touch, the beads of sweat starting to make his t-shirt stick to his body. The blush on his face making his face shine as bright as the sun while his hair stuck on his cheeks and forehead, some of it under the blindfold that Hizashi had put on him. 

"Oh, there we go, you like this don't you, hero?" He smirked as he took out a knife, running the blunt side down Shouta's chest, seeing him tense up under him. "Being at the mercy of a villain, helpless to your own body's reactions." 

"You sick...bastard..." Shouta panted, staying very still as the blade traveled lower down his body until Hizahi could get it under his shirt. "Per...pervert." 

"Oh, you don't mean that. Just look at you," Hizashi chuckled as he reached down to run two fingers down against his crotch, "you're already so wet for me." 

"Not...I can't...help it..." Shouta shook his head, gasping, and trying to move away. 

Hizashi just smirking down at him and getting the knife under his shirt, snapping his hand up and cutting the material to reveal the flushed torso of his captive, running the blunt edge again against the skin, seeing the goosebumps rise over his skin from the cold steel touching the heated skin, tracing some of the scars on his chest, over his abs, the scars on his pecs. Moving the knife up to the arms and cutting the sleeves too, just seeing all of the muscles tensing and relaxing.

He loved seeing him so vulnerable, struggling even more as Hizashi ran the knife down his chest and over his stomach, Shouta's breath hitching and gasping as he passed his bellybutton, and reached the hem of the panties, seeing the wet spot before smirking down at Shouta before taking hold of the panties, stretching them and cutting them up. 

It was so much fun to play with the hero, Hizashi chuckled as he pressed his palm against the man's clit and watched him rub against him, shameless and unable to stop himself from searching more friction, to look for release, the pink toy he had shoved inside the man pressing against his sweet spot and making him cry out. He was simply so beautiful as he bucked his hips up against him and let out soft desperate sobs. Whether that was from the shame of losing control over his own body or from the overwhelming pleasure it brought him...well that was something for Eraserhead to consider. 
 
It was almost as fun to undo the ropes around the bed frame and use them to tug at him until he was kneeling, making him kneel and dragging him to straddle his thighs, the binds on his legs making sure that he couldn't move away. Spanking him and pushing him down to force him to press against him as he kissed at the long expanse of skin, finding all the sensitive spots that had Shouta trembling against him, even as he fought against him and just succeeded in torturing himself with the toy. 

"Let me go..." Shouta groaned trying to pull back while Hizashi bit down on his neck. 

"You don't really want that, you want to be used properly don't you?" He growled, biting on his earlobe. "Just look at you, how can you say you don't want this when your body is screaming at me for more?"

And sure enough, it was hard to deny how turned on he was from the way he kept grinding against Hizashi's thighs, trying to keep his balance but ultimately falling against his chest, rolling his hips down against him feeling the shocks of pleasure rush through him.

"Good boy...how does it feel to be moaning like a slut for a villain? Being this wet for a man you can't even see the face of?" He asked, groping the man's ass and digging his fingers in the firm cheeks. 

Shouta gasped and shivered in Hizashi's lap, feeling the toy reaching a max strength and unable to move, trembling and staying still until Hizashi spanked him hard. 

"Don't you dare stop, slut." He growled, smirking as Shouta continued to move and rub against Hizashi's thigh, shivering as he heard the dark chuckle next to his ear. "That's right, you like this don't you? You want to be used by a villain like the dirty slut you are." 

The growling voice got to him, soft whines leaving Shouta as he was guided down, Hizashi making him move his hips down on his leg, making him hump his leg like a desperate animal and mocking him with a sickly sweet voice. Watching him as he gasped and moaned, clearly close to orgasm before pushing him down on the bed, seeing him bounce and let out a cry as he was helpless to do anything but flop down. 

"I didn't tell you that you could cum, did I?" Hizashi growled, grabbing at Shouta's neck and squeezing in a warning. "So rude, you didn't even ask. You can't do anything without my permission, understood? I don't care how desperate you are. You cum when I say you do, you cry when I say you do. That's it, understood?" 

There was silence, as he expected, which meant that Shouta needed a little push before letting go of that last bit shred of control. So he squeezed, watching as Shouta arched up, trying to catch more air and struggling under him until Hizashi let go, gasping in the air and coughing. 

"I asked if you understood when I ask you something you answer. Understood?" He asked again, his voice even deeper and darker. 

"...Yes, sir." Shouta said in between heavy breaths, shaking as he felt lips on his cheek. 

"Good boy. A good little slut." Hizashi hummed, kissing down his neck and taking his time biting down and sucking down on the heated skin. "So good for me, so wet and filthy. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to be used like the good little whore you are?" 

"Yes sir" Shouta nodded, shaking as Hizashi teased at his nipples. 

"Yes, what? Use your words, hero." Hizashi demanded, pinching down a nipple and making Shouta shiver and cry out. 

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please use me and fill me with your cock, please, please." Shouta cried out, shivering as Hizashi grabbed at his legs and held them up, once more...feeling so naked, vulnerable, nowhere to hide the effect all of this was having on him. 

"There we go, so much better." Chuckling and staying between Shouta's legs, laughing when he saw the slight flinch when Shouta heard him unzip his pants, a pathetic whine leaving his lips as Hizashi took the vibrator out of him and left him feeling empty. "Ah, you're so eager, aren't you?" 

And there was no way for Shouta to deny it, even as he shook his head quickly, his body spoke for itself, and Hizashi didn't even need to do much more than press the tip of his cock against Shouta's cunt before he was sliding right in, groaning at the feeling of that tight warn taking him in, the binding on Shouta's legs and arms making sure he couldn't close his legs, couldn't reach out to hold on to Hizashi, all he could do was lay down and take whatever the villain gave him. 
Could only moan and cry out with every harsh thrust of the man above him into his cunt, flush as he heard the lewd wet noise of Hizashi's cock slamming into him. 

Eventually, Hizashi reached down to take off Shouta's blindfold, smirking down at him as the erasure hero had to squint and hide his face from the sudden change in lighting before looking up at him when Hizashi grabbed at his hair, forcing him to look up. 

"I want your eyes on me. Watch me using you when you can't do anything about it." Growling as he gripped Shouta's hair, forcing him to keep his eyes on him, his eyes going down to see where Hizashi's cock disappeared inside him, biting his lower lip as he fought to keep his eyes open. 

And he was so close, so, so close. He needed to cum, he wanted to cum, but every time he was close the villain would stop and grind against him, not giving him enough friction to really let him cum or do anything more than gasp and try to recover his breath, only to have it punched out of him as Hizashi renewed the brutal pace. 

It only took a few more timed of him doing this before Shouta was crying out for him, soft cried leaving his lips when Hizashi started to slow down for what felt like the thousandth time. 

"No, no, please, please keep going, please let me cum, please sir, please." He begged, shaking under him and trying to buck his hips up against him, trying to do anything, literally anything, to finally finish. 
"Hm, you look so pretty when you beg Eraser when you're destroyed like this..." The villain smirked down at him, "how can I possibly say no?"

Shouta let out a scream as Hizashi thrust into him hard enough to slam the bed into the wall, moaning loud as he picked up the pace until every last rational thought had left Shouta. Leaving nothing but a pleasant fuzz and the white that filled his eyes as he arched up, tensing up as his orgasm wracked through his body as Hizashi not only rammed into him but moved a hand to play with his clit, continuing like that until Shouta was crying and shaking under him, trembles overtaking his whole body. 

The feeling of Shouta clenching down around him had Hizashi pushing deeper against him, breathing heavily and moaning as he dropped down to press against Shouta, breathing heavily as he came inside of the hero, staying like that for a moment or two. 

"How are you feeling?" He asked afterward, leaning in to kiss Shouta's cheek softly and moving back. 

"Good...sore...can't feel...legs." Was the short answer from the black-haired man, making Hizashi laugh as he pulled out of him, taking a moment to watch his cum leak out of Shouta, running his hands over his thighs. 

"Hm, can't form sentences either huh?" Hizashi asked smugly, starting to undo all the knots on Shouta's legs, starting with the right and massaging the muscles of the thigh carefully so he couldn't cramp up as he laid them down straight on the bed. Repeating the same process with the other one. "Don't fall asleep yet babe, you need a shower." 

"Hnng...shower tomorrow," Shouta mumbled, eyes already closed even with his arms still cuffed. 

Hizashi chuckled as he continued undoing all the binds and even the cuffs, picking Shouta up and heading to the bathroom for an actual bath. 

"You'll thank me tomorrow." He tells him with a smile as he puts him down on the bathtub, filling it up with warm water. 

"I could thank you now...that was nice" Shouta sighed, letting his head fall against Hizashi's arm. "Wasn't expecting it." 

"Well, you said you wanted to try something like that and you definitely looked like you needed it after today." Hizashi laughed, kissing the top of his head and continuing to clean up his husband. "Now hush while I clean you up, I know it's hard for you to talk after a scene." 

Shouta didn't need to be told twice, closing his eyes and letting Hizashi clean him up happily, at one point closing his eyes and dozing off as his husband took care of him. Only moving to cuddle closer to him when they were back in the bed and ready to sleep. 

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The kissing was rough and violent like their encounters usually were. Dabi had him trapped against the bed, both of them knowing he could pull away at any moment...and also knowing he wouldn't. 
This was how their dance always went, one or both would start teasing, snarky remarks thrown at each other until a line was crossed. One comment would rustle his feathers, or they would make the fire user angry, and then they would fall into bed...or against the wall...or a table. 

They weren't really picky over where they ended up. 

It was a fun game, a great way to let out all the stress they had pent up when they knew that the person they were with wouldn't be hurt, that the two of them fed off of the aggression they needed to get out. 

"I ought to fry you alive, chicken skewer," Dabi growled as he bit down on the hero's lip. grinding down against him and heating up the palms resting on the hero, smirking at the gasp from his partner. "Oh? You like that, don't you?" 

"Oh yeah, I simply love the idea of death." Hawks rolled his eyes, hissing when he felt the arms on his shoulder heating up. 

"We'll see about that," Dabi smirked down at him as he took hold of his clothes, pushing them up and trapping Hawk's arms above him with his shirt. 

"Eh? What are you...oi! What are you doing?" Hawks asked, watching as the fire user got him naked without a second thought. 

He didn't get his answer, though he didn't seem to mind for too long as Dabi went right back to kissing him, running his scarred hands down his body and rubbed down against his crotch, leaving his mind to push away any doubts as he instead focused on the man above him. 
The joke seemed to disappear from his mind as they continued their dance, as usual, teeth digging into skin, nails digging in and leaving their own trails on each other,  groans and gasps escaping from them as the world around them stopped mattering and they focused on marking each other up, flipping around to try and pin the other down. 

Their very own mating ritual, Hawks thought as he straddled Dabi and ran his tongue over the place where healthy skin met the burnt mess that was his neck, a mating dance where it was up in the air who would give in first and let the other top. 
Dabi growled as he grabbed at Hawks' hair, pulling him up to bite on his jaw and watching the man gasp and buck against him as he teased at the spot right under his ear that had him melting against Dabi, giving him enough of a chance to flip them around and push Hawks down on his stomach, holding him there as he reached for the lube. 

It wasn't until a few minutes later when Dabi had already opened him up and pressed his cock inside of him, that he remembered the thinly veiled threat from his partner. And it was only as he felt the unusually hot hands running over his back and up to his wings, the thrusts from the other man never stopping for a moment. 

"What are you doing?" He asked with a gasp, trying to keep his composure as Dabi grabbed at his hips and pulled him up on all fours, taking his hands and cuffing them to the bed as he stood up.

"Just relax, you'll like it." Was his only answer, leaving him helpless as Dabi stood up and left him alone. 

"Hey! What the hell? Where are you going?" Hawks called back, letting out a growl as he tried to get out of the cuffs. 

"Getting something special, just relax birdie I know what I'm doing!" and he didn't need to look back to feel the smirk on the villain's face as he came back to the bed, keeping his face down as he got behind him so Hawks couldn't see whatever he had gotten.

The question about what sort of perversion Dabi had in mind was in the back of his tongue, but before he could even think about saying anything the fire user slammed into him, sending him down to press his face against the pillow as he arched his back and let out a loud moan against the cloth. 

He didn't feel the same heat every time Dabi touched him, sometimes his hands were lukewarm like always as they grabbed at his wings and hair to make him arch his back with every thrust, but sometimes he would grope and grab at his ass or his hips or any other place in his body and keep his hands there as he heated them up, watching Hawks struggle or cry out as the heat became unbearable and he was clenching up and tensing around him. 

But he didn't ask him to stop. 

He would cry and pull away if it became too much, Dabi even started to get a feeling on his limits and would pull his hand away when the area would get pink and in some areas, he could even see the marks his hands would leave behind, but as soon as he would move the heat away from his body he would dip his hand on the ice-cold water he had brought from the kitchen, letting it drip down on the areas he had just been heating up or just pressing his cold hands against Hawks and watching him squirm with all the different feelings that came from the quick change in temperature. 

It made everything so much more...intense. Hawks felt his body reacting without his permission, the usual pleasure as Dabi hit his prostate with every thrust, the heat and the cold making him feel a lot more sensitive than he usually would, and the fact that he didn't know when Dabi would burn him, soothe the burn, or just grab and pull at him without heating up his hands was driving him insane. Crooning and moaning as he was unable to hold himself anymore, grabbing at the bedframe where he was still cuffed and burying his face in the pillow as he trembled, his orgasm taking him by surprise as Dabi spanked him with his hands hotter than what he had been giving him.

The mix of pain and pleasure was too much, white spots dancing over his eyes as he cried out and fell down on the bed, clenching down as Dabi kept his hands on his ass, burning and possessive and no doubt leaving behind a mark that Hawks would be unable to get rid off any time soon. 

He must have blacked out after that, since the next time he opened his eyes he no longer had the cuffs on his wrists, and Dabi was pressing a wet towel to his back and cleaning what Hawks could only assume was his cum, running the cold towel over his ass and stopping when he heard Hawks hissing. 

"Stay still, it'll hurt more if you move," Dabi warned as he continued to clean him. 

"Hnng...wouldn't hurt at all if you knew your limits." Hawks pointed out, closing his eyes and trying to relax as Dabi cleaned him up. 

"You came so hard you passed out, I think you can shut up about limits now." Dabi snorted, continuing to clean him up in silence. 

And if the next morning he refused to sit down no matter who offered...well that his business and his business alone. 

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Mirio took his time to stare down at Tamaki, seeing the way his boyfriend laid on the bed, blindfold over his eyes and completely naked under the blond, running his hands over the muscles on his chest and his arms. Chuckling when Tamaki squirmed under him. 

"Relax babe, it's okay." Kissing his cheek and continuing to touch over his body, seeing the goosebumps over his arm and chest. "Just let your mind go blank, Tamaki." 

"I can't..." Tamaki gasped and shivered even more as Mirio started to kiss down to his neck, gasping when he felt him nibble on his neck and suck on the skin, kissing on the most sensitive spots to make Tamaki gasp and cling to Mirio. 

It was odd to him, not being able to see Mirio while his boyfriend touched him. But the moment he came home all strung up and on the verge of a panic Mirio had taken out the blindfold and tried to give him the noise-canceling earphones like whenever he needed to escape, but this time Tamaki felt like he needed something more, he needed to be grounded in a different way, so when Mirio put the blindfold on all he could do was cling to him, and ask him to help him relax. 

Hearing him ask Mirio for this was one thing that never failed to make him feel over the moon, not only because it showed how much his boyfriend trusted him but because times like this were the perfect chance to enjoy Tamaki's body, to touch and kiss him all over without having to coax him out of his shell so he'd stop hiding from Mirio. He couldn't help but smile as he kissed down his chest, feeling the up and down of it as Tamaki took deep breaths. Feel the way his breath hitched, hear his heart race against his chest, or even the way that his muscles tensed and untensed as he tried to relax. 

"You can; just focus on me okay? Just me baby." He whispered as he continued kissing his way down before getting an idea, moving to sit on his knees. "I know what'll calm you down." 

Because Tamaki would never admit it, he'd be too embarrassed and would deny it to the day he died, but the shy boy had an enormous oral fixation. Part of it came from his quirk no doubt, but whenever he needed to calm down ever since they were children Mirio had noticed that he would suck on his lower lip, his thumb, candy when he had the chance, or even a pen when he didn't. And then they started dating and Mirio had noticed that the best way to have Tamaki forgetting about everything was to give him something to suck on. Sometimes that was fingers, sometimes it was his own mouth...but on days like this, he definitely needed something bigger. 

"Open up sweetheart," Mirio told him gently, taking his cock and pressing the tip against his lips, using his other hand to pet his hair, smiling down at him when Tamaki slowly opened his mouth and lick at the tip, "that's it, get your lips around it, just focus on my cock." 

Tamaki's ears were bright red as he heard Mirio talk like that, even redder as the hoarse chuckle reached his ears. Trying to focus only on the weight against his tongue and how his lips were stretched over his boyfriend's dick, twirling his tongue around the tip before tilting his head and trying to get more on his mouth. It was almost instantaneous how his mind went completely blank the moment he took more of Mirio's member in his mouth, bobbing his head lazily and sucking around him as drool started to pool on his mouth, all while he felt Mirio petting his hair and brushing it out of his face. 

"You know what to do, right?" Mirio whispered closing his fist over Tamaki's hair, causing a whine to escape from the shorter male, and waiting for his boyfriend to now. "Good boy, Tamaki."

With those words, Mirio wasted no time in grabbing at his head and started fucking his mouth, holding Tamaki steady as he thrust in and felt the groaning from the boy. Pulling the brunet until his nose was touching Mirio's skin and staying there, watching the way his boyfriend was almost boneless, the blindfold didn't let him see his eyes but he didn't need it to know that they were closed in bliss, because Tamaki loved swallowing Mirio down as much as the blond loved feeling the warmth of his mouth and throat around his cock. Staying like that until he felt the soft tap of Tamaki's hand on his thigh to signal he needed air, letting him go and seeing him gasp loudly. 

He was a mess, drool still connecting his lips to Mirio's dick, a few tears making the blindfold stick to his eyes as he gripped his boyfriend's strong thighs, pressing his head against his hips as he panted. 

"You're doing good baby, come on, I didn't tell you to stop did I?" He needed to make sure Tamaki was going down the way he wanted him to, to get to the state of submission where he would let Mirio worry about everything while there wasn't a single thought in his mind. "Come on, keep licking." 
It seemed like they were getting there, since Tamaki didn't put up a fight or hesitated to press his lips to the side of his shaft, kissing and sucking on the length and licking up all the mess he had made, using his hand to stroke him slowly while Mirio kept on soothing him, laying praises before dragging Tamaki with a rough hand to take his cock and fucking his throat again. 

He was just so pretty like this, boneless and letting Mirio move him and fuck into his mouth the way he wanted to, moaning and whining around him as he tried to such around him. He could see that Tamaki was quickly letting everything go, relaxing, and not even reaching up to tap out to breathe, trusting Mirio would know when to stop. 
Pulling him off and watching as Tamaki gasped and moved closer, whining as he nuzzled against his cock. 

"What is it, baby?" Chuckling as he ruffled Tamaki's hair, watching him nuzzle against him and kiss over the shaft. "What do you want, tell me." 

"Want...I want..." Tamaki gasped, voice shaking as he pressed his forehead against Mirio, mouthing at his hips and clinging to him. "You...I want you...please,

Mirio.." 
"How do you want me?" Moving down to rest between Tamaki's legs, watching him fumble and reach out for him. "Come on, darling, talk to me. Let me hear your voice." 

"Inside...I want you...inside me..." Tamaki whined, wrapping his legs around Mirio's waist to bring him closer. "Please, please...Mirio." 

And that was his favorite part, when Tamaki shed all the anxiety and focused on what he wanted and asked for it, when he begged Mirio to take him. 
Cooing and holding him close as he worked him open, kissing at Tamaki's jawline and slowly sliding inside of him, feeling him shake and whine as he went deeper with each short thrust. Moving slowly as he rolled his hips, wanting to give him time to get used to it and going at the usual gentle pace they set. 

Although it seemed that Tamaki had other plans. 

"More...faster...please, Mirio I need more, I want more, please." He cried, digging his nails in Mirio's back and arching against him. "Please, I..." 

"What else? Tell me what you want?" Feeling heat pool on his stomach just by hearing Tamaki beg for more. Slamming forward and seeing the smaller boy arching up and letting out a loud moan. 

And it was like a flood that just opened, Tamaki crying out and begging him for more, to go harder, to move faster and deeper and letting out moans and whines as Mirio obeyed, slamming into him and kissing at his neck. The softness of his words and kisses contrasting with the way he was pistoning into his boyfriend, chuckling when Tamaki took his face to kiss him as he clenched around him. 

"I want..." he tried, unable to talk in between moans as he clung to Mirio, "more...I want more, please, more." 

"Of course, baby boy, anything you want," Mirio whispered as he looked down at Tamaki, the way he gasped and moaned for him, the pleads that fell from his lips as he rolled his hips to meet with the blond's punishing pace.  

"Don't...don't stop...please don't stop." His voice was shaky, hoarse, and Tamaki couldn't see what those simple words did to Mirio but he sure felt it when the blond simply sped up and gripped his hips tight enough to leave a mark as his lover let out a loud and surprised cry.

The blindfold was taken off as Tamaki got closer and closer to coming, seeing the tears clinging to his eyes as he looked over at Mirio, gasping and trying to keep his eyes on him before leaning in to hide his face, biting down to swallow a loud moan. 

Mirio smiles as he looks down at Tamaki, chuckling and kissing his forehead as he sees the tired and sated look on Tamaki's face, pressing his lips to his temple and beaming when he feels a small hand combing through his hair.  

"Think you can sleep now?" He asked, peppering kisses over his face. 

"Hmhm." clinging to Mirio and bringing him to lay on top of him, ignoring the laugh from the blond as he cuddled up to him.