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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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.