TFLN Overflow -- Tender Healing (For Halfcoldandhalfhot) [NSFW]

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Last time on.....Texts from Last Night

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Izuku's wardrobe malfunctions were almost a running joke at the agency; no matter how hard the R&D staff worked to make it combat ready, with enough gadgets, improved fabrics, and padding to rival something the SDF would wear on a normal day, it always seemed to tear like tissue paper every few months. 

Honestly, he was lucky that so much money went in their agency's Support team, or else repairing his tattered suits would have started getting taken out of his paychecks by now.

"I think I lost count after the fifth or sixth."

For as long as they were together, Shouto's gentle fingers always made Izuku shiver like he was touching him for the first time. His forehead buzzed where his boyfriend's lips touched, and warmth spread from his face to the tips of his toes.

Even after a few years, being with him like this never got old. 

Izuku hummed softly and leaned into him.. 

"It was near the end of my patrol, and I got a message about a potential disturbance over by the Musutafu Art Festival. So I went to see what was going on."

He closed his eyes.. 

"I get there and see one of the vendors screaming at a kid. Apparently the kid told him that his katanas were low quality, and that he was openly scamming people. I tried to defuse the situation, but the guy wouldn't back down. He actually grabbed a weapon from his stall and tried to get past me to hit the kid with it. I kind of...tanked the first hit, as you can see." 

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Shouto frowned as he listened to the story, and a slight scowl slipped onto his features when he heard about the man actually slicing at someone with the katana. If he'd been there, he'd probably have frozen the guy in an ice statue. He really didn't like people targeting children.

"It's good you were there to protect him. And I'm glad it doesn't seem like the man was out to cause serious harm." He set about cleaning the wound first even if it wasn't very deep, running a wet sterile cloth over it, just to make sure it was as clean as it could get, keeping his touch gentle and soothing.

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Izuku winced; The first touch of cloth to a fresh wound always took him by surprise.

"Yeah. It could have gone a lot worse."

Cases with kids were always the worst, though. Not just in terms of how they affected him, either; they had the biggest potential to go from zero to disaster in the blink of an eye. It didn't matter if it was a man attacking a child, or if someone with a newly-manifested quirk was causing damage they didn't know how to control...

It could too easily lead to tragedy.

"I'm glad I got there before it escalated too much."

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Shouto noticed the winced and murmured softly, "Sorry if it stings." He might or might not be running the cloth over Izuku's chest in a manner that was not entirely just meant to clean him up, but if he wanted to take some time and pamper his boyfriend a little bit after a scuffle, well, who was going to stop him.

Once he got the antibiotic ointment out, he rubbed it along the wound with one hand, using the other to massage around Izuku's shoulder while being mindful of where the cut was. "Did anything else exciting happen?" he asked with a 'tell me about your day' tone. He always loved just listening to Izuku's voice, no matter what he was talking about. When it was passionate with enthusiasm, it never failed to make Shouto feel inspired, and even when he was doing his endearing mumbling habit, it still brought about soothing sense to him.

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"It's okay," Izuku said, "Don't worry about me."

The way his hands moved over his chest felt less like a nurse caring for a patient and more like a lover's caress; it was like he was floating in a warm, secure bubble.

Izuku's muscles relaxed; his lips loosened and words came more easily, almost like a stream of consciousness:

"Nothing too exciting, but I did run into the mother of that little girl with the overactive quirk from last week. Midori-chan, with the telekinesis quirk? Her Mom decided to give her a tutor to help her control it, since it tends to get aggravated when she's stressed or overwhelmed. She thinks if she can get it controlled now, it won't cause any problems for her later down the road, and I agree. Having a quirk like that is probably hard enough when you're an adult, especially if you don't know how to control it -- I don't want to think about how it is for someone that young.

"Mmmm...Shou, that feels really good."

Who knew that having your boyfriend look after your wounds would feel more like a relaxing day at the spa than actual treatment?

Shouto had to have a second quirk. A comfort quirk. The ability to soothe his worries with his hands, lips, and smile alone.

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"That's one of the things I love about you," Shouto noted as he continued smearing the ointment over Izuku's wound. "How you're so empathetic with others. I'm glad she's getting supportive help for her quirk. It can definitely be hard when you're young and not able to control it well."

He smiled when Izuku said he felt good, glad to feel Izuku's body physically relaxing under his hands, because it meant his plan to help Izuku settle down was working. "Good. That's why I'm doing it." Picking up the wet cloth again, he cleaned his hands off before getting out some bandages so he could begin placing them over the cut. "Does it feel better? It's not still stinging, is it?"

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That's one of the things I love about you.

It didn't matter how long it's been -- when Shouto talked like that, the soft, loving smiles came without hesitation. From the first "I love you" to hushed endearments whispered in the dark, it did things to his heart.

In this quiet bathroom, just the two of them, with Shouto running his hands gently along Izuku's skin like he was something wonderful and precious, he felt loved.

So, so loved.

He chuckled softly. "No, it's fine. It doesn't hurt."

Shouto was always so good to him. He took care of him so, so well. He leaned forward, hoping to capture Shouto's lips.

You know, to show him just how well he was taking care of him.

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"No."

Shouto held up a hand to block Izuku's mouth, pressing the palm of his hand against it. "Bandages first," he said insistently. "Otherwise we might get distracted and it might not get finished. Someone needs to make sure you're taken care of, what with your tendency to insist things are fine when all other evidence says otherwise."

Pushing Izuku firmly back by the shoulder, Shouto started placing the bandages on his torso. He was quiet for a moment longer as he worked before he added in a lower tone that maybe had just a hint of a heated tease to it... "But you're welcome to do whatever you'd like after that."

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Okay, Izuku took it back.

Shouto's second secret quirk wasn't a comfort quirk that soothed minds and hearts with his perfect hands and gentle smiles.

The man was, in no uncertain terms, a straight-up pornomancer. With just the flip of a switch, he could go from gentle but stern to a heated sex God. The things he wanted to do to this man.

The things he needed to do to this man, once his wounds were taken care of.

Izuku's eyes darkened, and his voice lowered.

He smiled.

"I'm sure there are a few things you wouldn't mind doing to me, too," he said.

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Shouto huffed in soft amusement as he put the finishing touches on the bandages. "Yes, I can think of a few things..." There was still that light and playful teasing in his tone, smirking ever so slightly at Izuku now.

He leaned forward to press a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. "There. Now it's taken care of. Just be careful to take it at least a little bit easier until it's healed. You don't want to make it worse." He said it while trying to not smile or laugh, half serious but half joking, having the idea that they probably were not going to be 'taking things easy' soon. Still, he really did worry about Izuku getting hurt more by not taking care of himself properly, knowing from the past that Izuku was the kind of person who would break already broken bones even more if it meant helping someone.

That thought in his mind, he lifted Izuku's scarred hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it, keeping his eyes locked on Izuku's while he did so.

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He said it once, and he was going to say it again: Todoroki Shouto, his wonderful boyfriend and the love of his life, was a straight-up pornomancer with a sex quirk. Just one look, just one touch, and Izuku's dick was saying hello and every single nerve ending was hyperfocused on him and him alone.

Like now.

Like. Right. Now.

His eyes met Shouto's, keeping his gaze steady as he brushed some of his boyfriend's hair away from his eyes with his good hand.

"Don't worry, Shou." He whispered, "I'll make sure to take care of it."

Because he did appreciate everything Shouto did for him, even if he was a bit reckless from time to time. To let his wounds re-open and the bandages go unchanged would be ignoring the love and care that he cleaned and wrapped them with, after all.

"Just like you always take such good care of me."

Was it laying it on a little thick? Probably, yeah. It was just the two of them, though, and the mood was just right -- thick and intoxicating.

He was smiling, but it was all love, heat, and want.

"I love you."

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Shouto's eyes fell halfway shut at that soft touch, leaning his head into it and enjoying the feeling.

A second later, and they were snapping open wider though. The words Izuku said were simple, but Shouto picked up on the hidden message lying underneath them, making a slightly strangled noise come out of his throat.

He slipped his hands forward to cup Izuku's face, leaning in closer and speaking softly as he answered. "I love taking care of you." There was definitely an undercurrent of multiple meanings in those words. "I love you." And then he pressed forward to properly kiss him, soft and slow and treasuring.

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That noise shouldn't have been as satisfying as it was.

But oh, oh, that was a shiver. From the sound of his voice, the hint of a carnal promise that Izuku knew would leave them both satisfied...the anticipation gave him goosebumps, made his head buzz and his heart race.

And now he was leaning forward, and--

Oh, yes.

It had been years since their first kiss, awkward and spontaneous with all the grace as two teenagers in love could possibly be, but even after all these years, every kiss felt as exciting as that first time. The way Shouto's mouth moved against his, the warmth of their mouths and the tickle of their mingling breath on his lips.

Izuku could never stop at just one kiss. It was a bad habit of his, sometimes leading to attempts to neck Shouto like a teenager thirty minutes before they had to leave for work.

But they didn't have to go to work right now. There were no pressing appointments to hold him back.

He could touch and kiss as much as he wanted.

Izuku moaned softly, kissing Shouto long, tender and deep.

"Shou," he whispered between kisses, "Mmmm. I need you."

Izuku's arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close.

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Shouto did not mind Izuku necking him. He didn't mind Izuku doing anything to him, really. He was always happy to let Izuku set the pace and follow along with it, happy when he was able to give Izuku any sort of pleasure, because Izuku deserved the world, in his mind. It was the least he could do to help him feel good, and it always made him feel happy seeing Izuku happy.

He did love surprising Izuku at times though, getting an inner thrill at Izuku's reaction if he suddenly instigated something - stealing a kiss on the couch while watching TV, brushing his hand subtly in a light touch while in the middle of work when things were slow, bumping his leg when they were in a meeting going over something boring like budgets.

I need you. Those words never failed to send a wave of warmth and heat rushing through him, knowing there was a double meaning behind them. It felt so good to be cared for by someone so much they didn't just want you, but needed you, hence the warmth. And the other meaning, knowing you were desired that much by someone, caused the heat.

And if Izuku needed him, Shouto would always try his damnedest to give Izuku whatever he needed from him.

He made a hum of acknowledgement against Izuku's mouth, kisses turning more heated and passionate as he slipped his hands down to grasp Izuku's bottom as much as he could with him sitting on the stool. "Put your legs around my waist," he murmured huskily.

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Oh, you didn't have to ask him twice. He was not only ready and willing, but very very able to do exactly what Shouto asked of him.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but God, he loved it when Shouto got a little demanding, asked a little bit more, pushed a little bit more, instigated a bit more. It was a thrill that went beyond words when he saw that composure crack just a little, clearly show his desire just a little, and just.....

The look in Shouto's eyes. It got him going every single time.

He wanted Shouto to touch him. Feel him. Make love to him until neither of them could move for the next week.

Izuku wrapped his arms around Shouto to keep his balance.

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Shouto adjusted his grip so he could hold Izuku up, getting to his feet while claiming his mouth in a kiss again. He turned around and used one arm to feel blindly for the door, knowing Izuku had to strength to hang on to him and not fall, not caring if he couldn't really see where he was going. They'd lived here for long enough that he knew he way around in the dark well enough, and if it took them a little while to make it to the bedroom, as long as Shouto still got to have his hands on at least some part of Izuku and his mouth on his, then so be it.

The feel of those taunt thigh muscles wrapped around his waist also was definitely making things stir lower down on his body, recalling from many many experiences what it felt like to have them wrapped around him when they were horizontal on the bed with no clothes on. Thinking of that only added to his growing arousal.

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Oh, they were moving.

Oh, he loved it when Shouto walked them to the bed like this. Maybe it was something about the position, or maybe it was the anticipation, the steady sound of footsteps as they still kissed and touched each other, until he was finally (finally) lowered onto the bed and taken like he wanted.

"Want you so bad," he whispered, "Want you to touch me. Want you in me."

Even after all these years, Izuku was still too embarrassed to sext or send nudes, but in the privacy of his own home, behind these four walls? All of that fell away. His brain to mouth filter was nonexistent, and the dirty talk flowed freely.

He also had no qualms against grinding his hips just a little against Shouto's. Just a little.

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Shouto made another strangled sound in the back of his throat. When Izuku talked like that, it never failed to make his brain short circuit at least somewhat. And with that little grind of Izuku's hips, he couldn't help it - he had to stop in the hallway and pin Izuku up against the wall for at least a moment, devouring his mouth again as he moaned into it and rocked their hips together insistently, needing more friction after that little tease.

"Izuku," he breathed out raggedly after he'd broken the kiss to take in a much needed gasp of air. He needed to get Izuku into the bedroom as soon as possible so he could get his hands all over him properly and touch him like they both wanted, but it was becoming increasingly harder to keep making their way there, in more ways than one, because Izuku was so irresistible to him.

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Oh, God, yes.

Shouto's hips grinding against his felt so good, and when he pinned him against the wall and said his name like that, it was heaven.

Izuku locked eyes with him, all heat and determination and lust.

"Shouto." He purred.

In his penchant for nicknames, it was almost always "Shou" -- a habit started not long after third year started and Izuku finally decided it was time to graduate to first names. Except when he was in a Mood, and he wanted to Play.

And oh, did he want to Play with Shouto tonight.

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With that look and his name said like that, Shouto was sorely tempted to just throw Izuku down on the floor and take him right then and there.

He changed his mind; forget meandering to the bedroom. Shouto simply wrapped his arms around Izuku again tightly and practically teleported the rest of the way there. He carried him in at such a pace that he was able to easily use momentum to shove Izuku down onto the bed, bending over to claim his mouth in another kiss now that they'd gotten there.

He'd taken off his wrist guards, utility belt, boots, and combat vest as he'd come inside earlier, so now his hands scrambled to unzip his blue jacket and get his pants off. Izuku was in just boxer briefs, and Shouto had far too many layers still on compared to him.

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...

Well, that went much better than he expected. Shouto was so...

...so

Amazing

like this.

The moment he felt the mattress press against his back, Izuku's hands went to work, joining Shouto's in an attempt to remove the rest of his costume.

Off, he needed those clothes off, he was far too dressed and that simply wasn't allowed, not right now. He needed to feel his skin, to kiss over every centimeter.

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Once Shouto's jacket and pants were on the floor and he was clad in just his own boxer briefs, he shifted his mouth to kiss and suck lightly at Izuku's neck while his hands ran down and over his torso, mindful of the bandages and skating his fingers over them with a gentle touch.

He knew he couldn't prevent Izuku from being hurt because it just came with being a hero, and sometimes the wounds weren't as bad as other times, but even so, it just drove the point home even more that anything could happen and they had to make the most of the time they had together. He had to show Izuku how much he loved him at every opportunity because who knew what the future would bring, even though he trusted Izuku to fight with everything he had to get back home to him at the end of the day. He hoped Izuku knew he would always do the same for him.

Trying to focus on thinking about the task at hand and not just simply pounding Izuku into the bed, he asked, in between his ministrations, "What position do you think you'd be the most comfortable in?" Or whatever position Izuku wanted to be in. Shouto wasn't going to say no to whatever Izuku wanted. The words came out with a bit of a rumble underneath it, the promise of heat implied with his tone.

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When Shouto ran his fingers over the bandages, Izuku shivered. So careful, so kind. Even when the job got hard, and they were left with bruises, cuts, and wounds, they always took care of one another.

When one was in the hospital, the other sat at their side. When they had cuts, they'd patch each other up. When they broke a bone or sustained some other injury, they always made sure that the other healed properly.

Just like now. The cut was small this time, but Shouto'd seen him deal with worse. Shouto'd seen Izuku suffer injuries that he legitimately thought would kill him. He'd said his final goodbyes twice now since they started this job, and both times he barely made it.

It made every moment like these so, so precious.

He would hold onto them, and Shouto, forever.

"I want you just like this," he moaned, "I want you to hold me close tonight."

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Those two times, and some others, had given Shouto nightmares. He'd been a mess for a few days afterwards, even knowing Izuku would pull through, because he'd come so close to losing him.

The world needed Izuku Midoriya, true. The world needed its next Symbol of Peace. But Shouto needed him too. He had no idea what kind of person he would be like now had it not been for Izuku tearing his way into his life during that sports festival battle so many years ago.

"Okay," Shouto agreed easily, moving back so he could press a kiss to Izuku's mouth again and give the other room to adjust himself. "Scoot back up and lie down. I'll make you feel good."

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"Okay..."

Izuku did as he was told, sliding up the bed easily.

God, the fact that he could come home to this man every night made him the luckiest man in the world. He didn't know where he would be if he didn't know him -- if he hadn't received his quirk that fateful day and had gone to UA. Had met Shouto, had made up with Kacchan, had become a hero in all the ways he'd wanted.

He lifted his hands over his head, spreading his legs. His smile was flirty, but there was nothing but anticipation and love in those eyes.

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Shouto made yet another strangled noise in the back of his throat, eyes widening and pupils dilating at the picture Izuku was presenting, the sounding coming out more as a proper 'guh' this time. If he hadn't been hard before, he certainly was now.

Crawling forward so he could hover over Izuku, he reached up to grasp his hands and pin them down to the bed, leaning in to kiss him deeply again, slipping his tongue into his mouth so he could claim his body in every single way possible tonight.

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Yeah, he wasn't going to deny that, deep in the back of Izuku's mind, he was hoping for this reaction. For Shouto to pin him to the bed and look at him like that.

Or to make that noise in the back of his throat.

He moaned, loud and wanting, against Shouto's lips. His tongue was absolutely sinful in Izuku's mouth, and he wanted to feel more of it. So, so much more.

Being pinned like this, being devoured -- he felt wanted. Needed.

He raised his hips, trying to rub against Shouto just a bit to give himself some much-needed friction.

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Shouto adjusted Izuku's hands so his wrists were crossed in an x-shape, using one hand to continue pining him down but so he could have a free hand too. While he continued to plunder Izuku's mouth, he dragged his free hand down along Izuku's torso, stopping to tease a nipple along the way, pinching and rolling it a few times before he meandered his fingers more south.

He grasped the top of Izuku's underwear and started to push it down, but quickly found that it didn't go as fast as he wanted it to with only one hand. Growling a little bit, he pulled back from kissing Izuku and said firmly, "Don't move. Stay just like that."

Sitting up and scooting back again, Shouto made quick work of ridding first Izuku and then himself of their remaining clothing. Then he reached over to the side dresser next to the bed and pulled out the bottle of lube they'd be needing soon, getting some on his fingers before putting it close enough it was within arms reach so he wouldn't have to pull away again later to get more.

Moving back up to kiss Izuku again because he could never get enough of that, he reached his hand down to grip Izuku's cock and start stroking it, planning on giving it some attention first before he worked his fingers down between Izuku's legs and towards his entrance.

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Nnngh, his nipples were so sensitive; sensitive enough to tease and to get him to arch his back with a high-pitched keen, but it would never be enough to get him off.

A tease, but a delicious appetizer for what he knew was to come.

"Yes, sir." he breathed. When Shouto talked like that, he could ask Izuku nearly anything and he would do it without hesitation. He kept his hands there, refusing to move them even a single centimeter.

God, that command made his cock throb.

But he didn't move, not even when Shouto started touching his cock. Ah, this was what he was waiting for, and it was like scratching at an itch that had been there all day. He couldn't help it -- after he and Shouto started having sex regularly, masturbating just didn't do it anymore, only resorting to it when they were apart for longer than a few weeks, like extended missions or work trips.

And even then, he still tried to hold himself back, because it just made it so much better when they were together again.

Izuku's legs spread wider, feet digging into the mattress.

"A-ah, Shouto--"

When he was outside this apartment, he had to be so much, for so many people. He had to be the Symbol of Peace, he had to be All Might's successor, he had to be the hero who always won and saved and made sure everything was going to be all right. He'd seen people die, homes get destroyed, lives fall apart. The people looked to him for protection, and he would always save them with a smile.

But here, he could relax. He could be Izuku for a while.

He could be a man in love, with the one he loved, and let go.

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Shouto always felt an inner thrill whenever Izuku got like this. It wasn't because he was completely pliant and responsive underneath him that did it, even though that was a wonderful feeling, knowing he could do whatever he wanted and Izuku would let him. No, it was the pure sheer trust that gave him that feeling, that Izuku trusted him so implicitly that he gave up complete control to him. It made his breath catch in such a way that he almost felt like he couldn't breathe for a moment if he really sat and thought about it, the magnitude of what it meant. With his quirk at this point in their lives, Izuku could easily overpower Shouto in terms of pure strength. Yet he chose not to. Because he trusted him. Because he loved him.

The least Shouto could do in return for that trust and love was make Izuku feel amazing. He started trailing kisses down along Izuku's neck and torso, stopping at the other nipple that had been neglected, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it gently. His hand crept down, down, down, until his fingertips teased lightly at Izuku's entrance.

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Whatever words he'd wanted to say were replaced by a high-pitched, needy keen.

Shouto's tongue bordered on sinful, and his fingers were even better--

--actually, he couldn't tell which was better. When the two of them were drunk, giggly, and their respective partners were fast asleep, Ochaco'd tried asking him about it, but it led into a thirty minute ramble-fest that ended with Izuku swearing that Shouto had a sex quirk and was secretly descended from incubi.

But Shouto could have been terrible at sex with all the grace of an elephant on a trapeeze, and he would have still loved every moment of his time with him. Love was funny that way, and made even the most mundane into something amazing beyond words.

He lifted his hips, grinding his ass into those fingers as much as he dared.

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Shouto could probably go on a thirty minute ramble-fest about Izuku too, if you were able to keep him talking that long. Such was the nature of love indeed. He didn't necessarily think he was good at sex, he just tried his best to make Izuku feel good, and if it paid off while he got something out of it himself, then perfect.

"You're eager," he murmured against Izuku's skin, trailing a path of kisses down along his stomach now. He was half torn between wanting to move back up to claim Izuku's mouth again or continuing to move down to get his mouth around something else instead, so he decided to just ask instead. "Do you want me to take you in my mouth while I stretch you...?" Even while he said that, he followed Izuku's silent request up, working a single finger inside him to begin with.

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"Can't help it," Izuku moaned, giving him a dark, hungry stare. "S'been a while."

'Been a while', in Izuku-speak, was 'three days or more', which considering their schedules lately, wasn't surprising. So he was an insatiable monster, sue him.

And the thought of Shouto's mouth on his dick?

"Please" couldn't come out of his mouth fast enough.

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Shouto snorted in quiet amusement when Izuku said it had been awhile. He really didn't mind how insatiable Izuku was though. It made him feel more confident about his ability to please his boyfriend, the way Izuku always seemed to crave him. Shouto would be lying if he said he didn't inwardly crave Izuku all the time either. He'd just gotten really good at holding his emotions for the other young man in check way back in high school before he'd confessed, and it just had stuck around. ... At least when it came to sexual things.

While Izuku seemed to be an insatiable monster when it came to sex, Shouto was an insatiable monster when it came to physical affection. He always wanted to be holding or touching at least some part of Izuku, if not holding him completely in his arms. He hadn't had very much affection in his life since he was 5, so when he'd finally had a chance to receive some by gaining Izuku as a boyfriend, he'd latched on to him hard, figuratively and physically. And, well, sex was just an extension of physical affection, wasn't it...? A way to be even closer to Izuku physically, their bodies melding together into one.

Scooting down so he could reach Izuku's cock more comfortably, he continued to work a single finger deeper inside while he took the tip into his mouth and sucked on it lightly in a teasing manner.

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Shouto was just so good to him.

No, not just for the sex, though holy shit, he was amazing. His mouth was amazing, his fingers were amazing.

It was the intimacy, too. The way he touched him, always trying to stay close and have some form of contact, as though Izuku was as much a beloved stuffed animal as he was a boyfriend. Even with their friends on group movie nights or lunch dates, Izuku tried to do his best to keep some part of them in contact, ranging from laying his head on Shouto's shoulder to holding his hand under the table.

Sex. Cuddling. Sitting in the kitchen and quietly eating a late dinner together at 2 in the morning.

It was all an extension of the same thing, wasn't it? Showing their love for one another?

"Ah--" his voice was softer now. Higher pitched. More desperate. "So good...You're...amazing...Nnn..."

When he was far younger and far less experienced, Izuku might have felt a touch...awkward that he babbled so much, whispering praises and endearments without any embarrassment or shame. When it felt this good?

Fuck inhibitions.

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Shouto loved it whenever Izuku babbling, no matter what he was babbling about. And if he was babbling mindlessly while Shouto was pleasuring him, well, then he knew he was accomplishing his goal.

He worked his mouth down more around Izuku, using his tongue to swirl it around the length before started to bob his head while sucking lightly, not wanting him to come too quickly. He searched around for that specific area inside Izuku with his finger, rubbing against it teasingly a few times once he found it, before he pulled back and started carefully working another finger in. Just enough to give Izuku a taste of things to come when something bigger replaced his fingers.

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Oh, oh, oh, there it was.

"Shouto!"

Izuku tried to keep his hips down, tried to keep them from lifting off the bed, but holy shit was that hard. He wanted to make this easier for Shouto, after all. Though if he'd gone all-out on his cock when he'd touched his prostate?

He would have come, and he wasn't ashamed to admit that.

"So good, you're so good...I love you..."

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He really really loved it when Izuku said his name like that.

Shouto hummed in response to acknowledge that he had heard Izuku, continuing to lave his cock with his tongue in a slow, leisurely manner so it would feel good but not have Izuku coming too quickly, assuming that Izuku wanted to come after Shouto was inside him since he didn't say otherwise.

He adjusted his free hand to grip firmly on Izuku's hip in an effort to help him keep his hips down, working his fingers deeper into the other's body and every so often rubbing a fingertip against that spot inside, again keeping it enough so it would keep Izuku feeling good but not so much that he would come from it anytime soon.