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Izuku's breath came in short little gasps, the hem of his faded All Might shirt (which is his favorite hero anyway) caught between his lips as he moaned into the dry fabric that desperately needed a good wash.

Eyes hooded and focused on the computer screen, his fingers idly tiptoed across the edge of his sweatpants. One hand was splayed across his taut stomach while his pinky looped around the drawstring in a teasing motion. A cry resonated through the speakers, a wanton groan that made his entire body twitch in response. Slowly, with a tantalizing speed he didn't know was possible, Izuku savored the moment as he felt himself under his own fingertips. He trailed a thumb over his hips, the dip and curved of the chiseled bone under heated skin.

He traced the faint scar just on the side of his abdomen, an injury from his teenage years and as he swirled a finger around his belly button, tickling the skin just above the crotch and sending a shiver up his spine, he let out a muffled whimper. Breathing through his nose, he threw his head back with a soft roll of his eyes. God, he thought, lost in a haze of his own euphoria. He hadn't even gotten to the best part yet.

He watched, with a half-closed lids and teeth biting into his shirt, as the screen of his laptop zoomed into a swirl of tongues. It was a mess of spit and wet noise, and Izuku found himself squirming for that same contact. Sticking his own tongue out in an attempt to lick his lips, he tasted the rough dusty flavor of his shirt instead. The coarse material rubbed against his taste buds, a streak of saliva dampening the fabric. He bit down harder when he reached down to tentatively grasp the erection that was tenting the front of his trousers.

He hissed at the soft contact, his hand gently palming and gripping his cock with every intake of breath. A dark patched stained the front of his pants as the heat that radiated through the heavy material warmed his palm. The screen change once more, only to change a perky ass that was red and twitching with greed. That was all Izuku needed for his hand to finally travel under the band of his sweats, touching himself fully with slick, quick, flicks of his wrist.

The wet clump of his shirt slid out of his mouth as he parted his lips with a sharp gasp. He felt detached, his hands controlled by an invisible force as the rest of his body sat there, slumped on the computer chair, ravished and stroked into submission. A finger dug into the folds of the skin on the head, smearing a streak of pre cum down his shaft as a silent cry vibrated his body. His skin was sensitive under the rough fabric of his clothes, and Izuku groaned wantonly as his hands, finally found a steady rhythm. His hips jerked in unison with a shaft that disappeared into the tight ass on the flashing screen before him, as his heart pounded in his ears.

One hand steadily pumped his length and the other snaked its way under his shirt, teasing his chest with feathery caresses over his nipples and abdomen. When his breath came in rushed hiccups, signalling the finish line, Izuku attached both his hands on his hardening cock and watched as the moans and grunts of the video also indicated its close end.

"Ah-- God," he grunted, tongue sliding out to lick the corners of his lips as his fingers ghosted all over his leaking cock. Izuku anticipated the climax, that momentary white blaze of ecstasy that wrapped around his vision and body, unraveling his core and taking away his breath until it was satisfied with how much euphoric damage it had caused. Wanting to match the timing, he wrapped his fingers in a tight ring around the base. He cried softly as his other hand continued its touches, from the narrow slit at the head ad down to fondling his balls.

Izuku was the near the edge, ready to explode in tune with the slapping rhythm and echoed moans from the screens. So when the sound suddenly cut off mid-cry, his dark bedroom filled with an eerie silence save for his own haggard breathing. Izuku's body lost that tensed expectancy. He blinked, chest rising and hands stilling its movement around his wet clock, as a frown slowly marred his forehead.

The laptop screen was distorted and frozen post-climax, leaving Izuku's hands on his dick, narrowing his eyes in furious thought. He moved one tentative hand and shook the mouse. Nothing.

"Oh, you have got to be shitting me," he grumbled. Staring down at his cock, tight and pressing up against his stomach with his fingers still wrapped around the base, Izuku bit his bottom lip in thought. That buzz, the sizzling crawl under his skin, was gone. And he no longer felt in the mood.

"That's the last time I ask Kirishima to download me anything." he muttered contemplating where to let the hat die down or to do a quick finish. Hesitant, he ran a nail over the dip of the head and gasped. That white light he loved so much, blinded his vision, his body tensed as a hot fluid covered his hands, pants, and desk.


***

 


"Im sending you the repair costs."


"Why..me? I didn't do anything. You're the one who couldn't keep your damn hormones in check."


Izuku pulled his lips back into a sneer as he balanced his cellphone between his shoulder and cheek. He pushed his way into the tech-repair store just a block from his apartment, almost dropping his laptop when the toe of his shoe caught the door frame.


"You fried my hardware with all those porn videos!" Izuku hissed, putting his laptop down on the front counter, "I asked for some classic smut, Kirishima, not some third-rated crp that infects my entire hard-drive."


"Oh... it was bound to happen.. I took a look at your history, Midoriya and trust me when I say you probably had the other viruses floating in that little disc of yours. You had it comi--Oh..!" Izuku's eyes narrowed suspiciously as odd panting and harsh whimpers echoed out from his phone. He pulled back and stared at the device before putting it by his ear once more.

"..Please don't tell me there's a dick in your ass right now."


He could particularly hear the smirk that played along Kirishima's words. "You know Bakugou, he's so needy and horny. It's your fault for having a bad timing, okay?" A grunt ended his sentence, followed by a muffled cry.


"Oh god, it's not even noon!" Izuku snapped, rubbing his temples.


"Sex and time," Kirishima muttered haughtily, "are totally irrelevant."


Izuku roll his eyes and ran his fingers through his green hair, the scent of the soap trailing after his skin. "I'll talk to you when your ass is not shoved up by Kacchan's dick" He paused. "And do me a favor, just don't pick up your fucking phone when you're fucking."

"Say hi to Todoroki-kun for me," Kirishima muttered instead, chuckling breathlessly with an underlying meaning as he ignored Izuku's snide comment and relayed his own regards to his friend. The line went dead as Izuku's eyebrow twitched. Locking his phone, Izuku irritably putting the device into his pocket.

"I still don't understand how you and Kirishima are close friends." a familiar voice said across his counter. Snapping his head up, Izuku's eyes twinkled with a recognition as he saw the apple of his eye. Shrugging nonchalantly, Izuku ignored the flutter in his stomach and quirked his lips in greeting. A youthful boy, not much older than Izuku himself, stood poised and smiling, curled into a friendly grin as that trademark fragrance of lemon and coriander wafted over.

"Frenemies," Izuku corrected, smirking. "It's a love-hate relationship." He took in the defined eyebrows and soft cheeks of the boy, raking his eyes up and down the contours of the beautiful two different color eyes and smooth outline of the shoulder and waist. "I should be the one asking you though, how the hell are you guys so close?" Izuku said, gaze lingering on the pink soft lips as his mind reeled with thoughts and images that should never be spoken out load.

"It's like a 'none or nothing' and I'm good having him around you know" the boy hummed with amusement, obvious to Izuku's critical stare. He then looked to the laptop that was besides his elbow and raised an expectant eyebrow. "The usual?" he asked like it's not the first time that happened. "In my defense, it was Kirishima's fault this time." Izuku said, directing the blame away from himself.

Taking the laptop in his hands, the boy sighed as he turned it on, "Good god, you guys need to lay off the porn." Izuku snorted when he hears the comment, "Can you honestly admit you've never seen any yourself, Todoroki-kun?," Shouto stared pointedly at Izuku, his most frequent customer, with a look of incredulity. "I've seen some, sure, but nowhere near the amount that you have. You're in this store once every week because your hard drive keeps getting infected with who-knows-what from all those downloa--" words suddenly cut off into silence as Shouto stared, surprised, at the monitor before him.

Izuku mildly wondered if he should've mentioned that his screen was still frozen. Post-climax of a porn video. Of two naked men. Gay sex. Oh god.

Shouto bit his bottom lip ad cleared his throat in an attempt to look impassive. "Ah, this oddly reminds me of my first time here," Izuku mused, "Your eyes were the size of saucers when I told you what I was doing when my laptop suddenly shut down an---"

"Stop," Shouto said calmly, raising a hand for silence, "I don't want to remember that traumatizing moment of my life." Izuku furrowed his eyebrow "Hey, all I said was that I had my ha---"

"You didn't say it, you motion it," Shouto hissed. He shooked his head as he closed the screen. "It makes me wonder what your life was like before porn took over," he muttered, placing Izuku's laptop on the back table behind him. Izuku pursed his lips in thought but didn't get a chance to speak as Todoroki flashed him a look. "It was a statement, not a question, so I don't actually want to know," Todoroki said, eyes widening to showcase a large expanse of white at the seriousness of his words.

"You'd think there's a reason why you're still single," Izuku commented derisively, cocking his hips as he crossed his arms. "It's been a while since you've had some eh, gramps?" adding in. Shouto raised his eyebrow and roll his eyes "I don't want to hear that from a brat who only knows how to masturbate," he narrowed his eyes to Izuku "I bet you're still a virgin." Izuku dropped his jaw in mock hurt. "I'm offended. You think a body like this," he emphasized his point with a quick up down and up motion of his hands, "has never been laid before?" Izuku snorted. "If anyone's a virgin, it's you."

Todoroki's lip twitched into a smile, the light in his eyes suddenly changing. Izuku paused mid-thought of imaging a blushing Izuku speading his legs for him when he caught the diminutive change in the taller male. "Please," Todoroki tilted his head with a smirk "I doubt that you could keep up with me in bed." Izuku's mind reeled with images from the meaning. He gulped as he stealthily wiped his nose. Good. He wasn't having a nosebleed. Crossing his arms again, he slightly narrowed his eyes as he tried to read Todoroki's smirking face. "Is that a challenge?"



Todoroki chuckled. "If you want it to be." He met Izuku's gaze unabashedly. Izuku's finger twitched with an excited jolt as he stared into Todoroki's daring glare. He licked his bottom lip and grinned. "You may not be able to walk afterward. Might need Kirishima to fill for you for about a week," he stated jokingly. The Todoroki Shouto he knew wasn't easy like this. He was certain a younger man was going to back down with a teasing laugh and wave this off as a joke. But when an amused chuckled escaped Shouto's lips and a knowing smirk replaced his smile, Izuku's voice and grin faded.

"Seriously?" Izuku choked, heat suddenly flooding his body as Todoroki leaned forward. The taller man's hips rested across the edge of the counter as his breath ghosted across Izuku's lips. Somewhere beneath the cold un-bothered of his eyes was a devious and sensual creature that patiently waited for the right moment to reveal itself. And this was something Izuku had never seen in the six months he had known the tech repairman. Izuku visibly shuddered, not out of fear or dread, but because anticipation and a sudden build of feelings crawled under his skin. It took every conscious effort not lean forward and capture that tantalizing bottom lip in a kiss.

"When you get bored of all those porn videos," Todoroki drawled, blinking his heterochromia eyes in a mock innocence, "Come by and see me. I'll show you something even better." He smiled a secretive grin, finger tapping the back of Izuku's hand in an open invitation.

Gulping, Izuku released an erratic breath, unable to hear his gaze away from Todorki's. He allowed the whiteness of the scheming eyes be etched to the linings of his vsiong. Soon, he found his jeans oddly tight aroud his groin as he cleared his throat in an awkward fashion. Izuku came to a conclusion that burning his years worth of porn videos could be done on command, if it meant he could spend one night with Todoroki in the confinements of a bedroom.


***




The bathroom was humid, the mirror foggy from the steam as the air was heavy with raging hormones and the need of release.

Izuku gasped, fingers curling around air as his eyelids fluttered with the accompaniment of a drawn out moan. Back arching as his skin tickled under the sensitive touch of the lukewarm water, he licked his wet lips as he placed a shaky hand on the tilted walls of the shower stall. He slid his other hand around his throbbing cock, the heat from his male organ paralleled to any object he had ever grasped. And with a keen whimper, he jerked into his own touched.

Streams of water from the shower head trailed down his body, heightening the sensitivity of his skin as he slowly found a rhythm for his hands to move vertically on his length. With each stroke, Izuku felt his cock pulse harder under his palm. His hair fell into his eyes as his hips began to shudder and thrust forward on their own accord. He imagined scarlet lips wrapping around the head, teasing the slit with a warm tongue as teeth playfully nipped around the folds of skin. Letting out a haggard breath, he bit his bottom lip as a groan echoed deeply in the back of his throat.

'When you get bored of all those porn videos, come by and see me. I'll show you something even better.'

Izuku gasped, head snapping up as he remembered Todoroki's words vividly. He swore he still felt the warm breath that linger across in his cheeks. With one final jerk of his hips and pulled of his wrist, the white vision enveloped his vision and gave him the momentary sensation of free-falling. "Damn," Izuku mumbled, chest rising and falling as his heart pounded in his ears. His legs shakily supported his body a he placed both hands on the tilted shower walls. The water was now cool against his heated body, noticing the time. He had come three times with the image of Todoroki planted clearly in his mind. And even then, it wasn't enough. He knew that it would never be same unless he held the actual thing in his own arms and feel the heat of the other against his skin.

It had been a total of three days since Todoroki had given that invitation, and Izuku was already tiring of his videos. None of those trained professionals that made a living of bending over for the camera compared to what a fully clothed, cold eye, pretty boy could arouse. Turning off the taps and allowing the steam of the bathroom blanket over him, Izuku licked away the stray water droplets from his lips as he came to a calm conclusion.


Whether Todoroki was serious, Izuku did not care. The boy had given out an invitation full of underlying meanings, and Izuku was going to take Todoroki up on his offer.


***




Izuku slammed his laptop down onto the counter. Todoroki's eyes wide in surprised, stared up at the green hair with lot of constellations on his cheekbone. He slowly folded the newspaper in his hands with cautious stealth. "Something wrong?" Todoroki asked, eyebrow raised in question at the livid glare on Izuku's otherwise poker face. He stole a quick glance at the laptop on the counter, mildly wondering if the device was still functional after such an impact. "If you're laptop crashed again, I'm going to charge you double this time." Todoroki muttered, swallowing away the sudden awareness of Izuku;s heated gaze.

He didn't know why, but the predatory stance Izuku emitted raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Something like an inner animal instinct told him to run away from this prowler, but he promptly ignored such subconscious warnings and stretched his hand over to take the laptop. "I swear, Midoriya, either you need to cut back on your porn or you need to start paying me a weekly fee. How many times has it bee--mmhhf."

Todoroki was only aware of two things at that moment. The bruising grip around his wrist and the lips were pressed flush against hi own ina sudden invasion of privacy. He blinked, pulling back slowly with a gasp when he felt Izuku's fingers loosen around his wrist to only sensually caress the back of his hand. Electricity shot up his arm and rang all the alarms in his head. "Is that offer still open?" Izuku whispered, voice hoarse and gruff. He met Todoroki's stunned stare with a smoldering gaze, lips curved up into the slightest of smiles. Mouth tingling from the forceful touch of lips, Izuku erupted with a sudden choke of laughter, realization downing on him like a refreshing splash of cold water. He quickly muffled his laugh with the back of his hand as a new, darling glint shined in his eyes. He hummed and leaned forward lining the curl of his lips as he placed his hand over Izuku's and tilted his head with a bat of his lashes. "I was wondering when you would man up and face me in bed." His shoulder shook as Izuku growled deep in his throat. Oh. Shouto liked that. Very much.


"Offer accepted?" Izuku breathed, hand reaching behind Todoroki to wind long, ebony calls fingers around his slim neck. He pulled until their noses bumped together. Todoroki smirked, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. He tiled his chain forward and sighed as their lips clicked once again in a more languid and slow kiss. It was the stamp of a finalized deal.


"Offer Accepted."


***




Izuku didn't remember how they ended up in his apartment. "Judging by how you were my only customer today, no harm will be done if I close early," was all Todoroki has said. And somehow, after the annoyingly beautiful man had locked up the shop, they had briskly walked to Izuku's complex.

"I hate buttons," Todoroki grumbled, brows furrowing as his fingers fumbled with Izuku's jeans. The greenette boy found the sight endearing. As soon as they had stepped into the bedroom, Todoroki attached his fingers to his pants, burying himself in frustration as he tried to undo the simple button. Carelessly laughing, Izuku leaned down and cupped Todoroki's jaw to lead the kiss. With a muffled moan of satisfaction, forgetting the damned button, Todoroki promptly allowed Izuku to push him back onto the bed as he parted his lips in welcome.

Tongues danced in a lead and follow type of duet. Izuku surged forward, knees cradled on either side of Todoroki's hips as he poked and licked every cavern and crevice of the love of his life on the mouth. He had his hands twirled in Todoroki's dual colored hair, tugging and caressing when he felt Todoroki nibbling on his bottom lip in that rebellious way. "I take offense of this shirt," Todoroki grunted, pulling away as he slid his splayed fingers down the front of Izuku's body. He snaked his hands under the shirt, pulling the felonious clothing off the strong torso. He breathed quickly, eyes raking up the toned muscles of the body greedily.

His fingers found the button of Midoriya's pants again, earning a chuckle under him as he whooped a cheer when it finally came undone. "Hey, Midoriya," Todoroki murmured, staring curiously at the other boys crotch with narrowed eyes. Midoriya hummed in response, busying himself with rapidly unbuttoning Todoroki's shirt. "Are you wearing underwear?"

The grin that tugged at Midoriya's lips drowned his suspicious. A guttural growl echoed out of Todoroki's throat as he pushed up and captured the smirking lips into a ferocious kiss. This time, Todoroki dominated, tilting his head slightly and coaxing Midoriya into submission. "That such a turn on," Todoroki whispered. He wiped the saliva trail off his chin and lifted a knee. He used it as leverage to flip Midoriya under him, switching their positions with a sweet smile. He then slid the unbuttoned shirt off his body and stretched his arm over his head, aware of Midoriya's hungry glare. "Like what you see?" he asked.

Todoroki's hand roaming to Midoriya's taut stomach. He marveled at the golden hue of the boy skin, a blinding contrast to his pale complexion. "Much," Midoriya whispered, the soft brooding voice sending shivers ratting down Todoroki's spine. The boy had that bedroom voice Midoriya only imagined in his fantasies. And now, it seemed like dreams did come true. Licking his drying lips, Todoroki thumbed the dip of Midoriya's hips, fingers brushing over the jut of the hipbones before caressing the navel. He smirk when the greenette jerked under his feathery touch. And with no warning, Todoroki slid a hand inside Midoriya's pants, grabbing the hard erection and hiding his surprise at how big Midoriya was. He promptly placed his other hand on the older boy chest, pushing him down when he moaned at the touch.

Shit, Izuku breathed, his adam apple bobbing at the sudden contact of flesh against flesh. He closd his eyes and bit down on his lips as Todoroki worked his magic with his hand. The pace was all set by Todoroki, and no matter how many times Izuku urged the dual color hair to speed up or to grip harder, a sly smirk was the only thing Izuku received. "Todoro..ki.." Izuku whined, furrowing his brows as his hips were firmly locked under those gorgoues thighs. He wanted more friction, to thrust into that hand until he reached his climax. But the strength with which Todoroki pinned him down was something that caught Izuku off guard. "Stay still" Todoroki ordered, removing his hand and suddenly lifting his body off of Izuku.

The sudden loss of contact had Izuku groaning in desperation. He could feel his erection hard and throbbing in need against his stomach. So when he reopened his eyes, expecting to see Todoroki bent over his cock for a good blowjob, the air was knocked out of him from the completely unexpected view.

Todoroki was now completely naked and resuming his straddling position just below Izuku's erection. Izuku didn't know where to look honestly, his eyes drifted to the predatory glint in Todoroki's beautiful eyes, to the blindingly white and bare thighs that pressed against his body, and then to Todoroki's cock, strained and leaking up against his stomach. Feeling the heat that pooled around in his groin tighten and burn, Izuku just blinked up at the beautiful man in the comforts of his pillows, licking in lips in anticipation. His hand itched to wrap themselves around Todoroki's erection, curious as how he would look like when stroked into ecstasy. But Todoroki was a step faster than him and swatted the grabby hands away.

"Suck," Todoroki commanded instead, whispering the word with a rich, velvet voice as he stretched his fingers towards Izuku's mouth. Izuku complied quickly, parting his lips as fingers swirled around his tongue. Saliva coated all three fingers and dribbled down his chin, with a curious blink, Izuku's gaze followed the fingers out of hi mouth until, with a gasp, he watched as Todoroki reached behind himself and moaned greedily. He was fingering himself. Right on top of Izuku.

"Ah," Todoroki gasped, back arced and head thrown backwards to show the elegant curve of his neck. With slow precision, he started moving his fingers in and out of his ass, scissoring and stretching the muscles as he stared down at Izuku and his erection. He licked his lips as his body trembled in want and anticipation. Todoroki needed that in him, fucking him into compilation. Retreating his fingers, Todoroki released a high whine as the last last knuckles slid itself out of his hole. He met Midoriya's heated stare with hooded eyes, he let himself sigh as he leaned forward and captured Midoriya's lips between his teeth. He felt a claw in his arms, hungry fingers digging into the soft skin with raging heat as his lips kissed down Izuku's neck and shoulder.

"Do you want me Midoriya? Riding you nice and hard, milking you out until you're spent?" Todoroki whispering, hot breath ghosted out in his mouth with a brush of his hand over Midoriya's cock, earning himself a moan of approval. "Fuck" Midoriya breathed, lips clamping over Todoroki's sinful ones and cutting off the dirty words. Izuku didn't know how much longer he could just last, just listening and watching Todoroki had him tipping over the ege.

They parted with a groan, Izuku resting back down on the bed as Todoroki lifted himself onto his knees. The heel of his feet arched up, Todoroki had his eyes trained on Izuku's green orbs, catching the light that reflected off the bedside lamp. Grabbing Izuku's slick cock with one hand and reaching back to part his ass cheeks with his other, Todoroki shifted slightly so that he was hovering over the erection, all the while keeping his eyes on Izuku's face.

The slide in was quick and tight, something that made Izuku’s breath hitch in his throat. He watched with an attentive eye at how Todoroki’s lips parted and head tilted downwards as he impaled himself down onto Izuku’s throbbing cock, all wet and hard and hot against his sensitive hole. Todoroki was gasping, chest rising rapidly as he moaned deeply with a bite of his tongue. Deeming that Todoroki needed some help, Izuku rested his hands on Todoroki’s hips, pushing the man down further onto his cock until he was completely filled to the hilt, buried deep in Todoroki’s ass.

Izuku desperately ignored his want to thrust his hips up into that hole, watching with each heavy breath as Todoroki closed his eyes and arched his back at the sudden pain. And with a deliberate slowness, Todoroki gripped Izuku’s stomach and lifted himself, planting his feet on the bed as he rose up until the head of Izuku’s cock was just visible, before plunging himself back down with a light whimper of a gasp.

Hands still placed on Todoroki’s hips, Izuku breathed through his mouth as Todoroki repeated his ups and downs on his cock, quickening his pace once the pain disappeared and pleasure was all he saw with each bounce. With a shuddering moan, Izuku gripped with bruising fingers against Todoroki’s pale hips, the sweet sound of the breathy ah ah ah's filling the room with a heady want. And when Izuku met Todoroki’s hooded gaze, cheeks flushed with fulfillment, his hips started thrusting upwards, meeting every downward push of Todoroki’s ass. The half and half hair color man released a string of moans as Izuku showed no signs of relenting in his exact and strong thrusts. Izuku kept the pace as he sat up and wrapped his arms around Todoroki’s body, nails softly scratching at the skin with frustration and heat.

The new angle and position had Todoroki shaking and trembling in Izuku’s arms, the older boys cock and force bouncing him into oblivion. A constant stream of whimpers escaped his lips in accompaniment to Izuku’s grunts. Todoroki licked and nipped along Izuku’s jaw and shoulder, sliding his teeth gently over the neck as Izuku continued to snap his hips into him. Todoroki didn't know what was better, the strong thrusts of Izuku’s hips fucking him open, or the deep horny groans that kept ghosting over his ear.

"Ah," Todoroki gasped, resting his head on Izuku’s shoulder when a strong hand suddenly wraps itself around his own erection. "No," his voice hitches as Izuku slides his hand in time with his thrusts over Todoroki own leaking cock, causing the younger man to moan low in his throat. And that was how they rode over the edge, Todoroki bouncing feverishly on Izuku’s lap, being fucked with each strong thrust of Izuku's gorgeously tanned hips with hands on his cock desperately milking him into submission. Not lasting long, that deafening black sensation enveloped both their vision as choked cries and moans echoed through the clammy room. Hot, sweaty, and brushes of human contact. Trails of white painted their bodies in a lasting mark of a challenge completed.


***




Chest rising with each gulp of air, Izuku ran feathery fingers along the faint tracings of Todoroki's rib cage before caressing over the nipples as they laid next to each other, legs entwined and bodies slick with sweat. "I haven't had a good fuck like that in ages," Todoroki sighed, licking his lips in contentment. He snapped his head towards Izuku, a devilish glint in his eyes, "up for another round?"


Izuku blinked, mouth parted in stunned silence. Was this man for real? How does he look so cold innocent, yet be an inner sex fiend? This was a crime. So Izuku just chuckled in amusement, burying his face into the pillows. "I must be crazy to think I find this really attractive," he murmured into the fabric, a smile playing along his lips. "Is that a yes or what?" Todoroki muttered, slapping Izuku's naked ass. He smirked when Izuku looked up at him with a teasing growl. Leaning forward until he was flush on top of Izuku once more, hot skin brushing against hot skin, Todoroki trailed his hands up around Izukus head, fingers losing themselves between Izuku's green hair. "So how do I compare to your porn videos?" Todoroki asked, teeth nipping around Izuku's ear.

Izuku hummed, eyes fluttering when Todoroki shifted and their hips brushed dangerously close. "I think you should quit your job," Izuku answered, meeting Todoroki's confused gaze. He grinned, "so that you can be my private pornstar."

Todoroki's laughter rang sweet and melodious. "Please don't tell me that's how you hit on people," he snorted and nuzzled the crook of Izuku's neck. "I bet you Kirishima would probably do it though, being a pornstar and everything. I wouldn't be surprised." Izuku crinkled his nose in distaste, "I'll take up abstinence before I have to watch him have sex." Todoroki's body shook against him with chuckles. "Bakugou would be offended." Izuku shrugged, "So would Kirishima's dick, but you don't see me bending over and apologizing." He grinned as Todoroki muffled another laugh with his hands. Silence suddenly enveloped them like a blanket, only the echo of their beating hearts and light breaths filling the pregnant stillness.

"So," Izuku pursed his lips, trailing his fingers down the curve of Todoroki's spine and resting his palms on the soft buttocks. He playfully grinned when Todoroki gasped. "So?" Todoroki breathed, lips kissing along Izuku's jaw as his fingers danced over the chest. Izuku met Todoroki's questioning stare with a crooked smile. "I don't suppose you're against me recording us going another round for future pleasures?"

Todoroki raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were done with your porn videos."

"Is it a porn video when I'm seeing myself get down and dirty?" Izuku mused. "Oh my god. You are unbelievable," Todoroki muttered, eyes widening to show the large expanse of the whites. "As you are a sex monster, but hey, I'm not complaining," Izuku shot back, hands reaching down further to tease Todoroki's inner thighs. He decided that he really liked these legs, the thighs especially. "Should I continue?" Izuku asked playfully as he watched Todoroki close his eyes with a faint whimper. His eyes were glinting with mischief, "You seem kind of tired, gramps."

"Are you challenging me?" Todoroki growled, narrowing his eyes. He shifted his hips with a soft thrust up, rubbing their dicks together. He smirked when Izuku moaned, the muscles in his neck tensing from the sudden brush of skin.

"Challenge accepted?" Izuku muttered, breath ghosting over Todoroki's lips as his hands dipped into the crevice of his ass.

"Challenge accepted," Todoroki gasped, lips captured into a dominated kiss as hands roamed over his body.

Euphoric sighs escaped their lips as they both surged forward to meet the challenge with baited breaths and teasing touches.