Chapter 1: The picture
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It all started with a picture. Not just any picture though. Hitoshi still didn’t know how Kaminari had even gotten his number in the first place, but he wasn’t complaining.
His attraction to the blonde was undeniable, but so far Hitoshi hadn’t done anything about it – just watched from afar.
While he was almost a hundred percent sure that the picture hadn’t been meant for him, Hitoshi wanted to know who Kaminari intended it for. Jirou perhaps? Or Kirishima?
Half-lidded eyes were staring at him from the screen and a pretty flush had colored the blonde’s skin a delicate pink. The tight yellow shorts he was wearing left little to the imagination and clearly showed the outline of Kaminari’s hard cock, a wet spot staining the fabric.
Hitoshi lazily palmed himself while looking at the picture and only felt a little bit guilty about it. Should he reply? What would he say though? So far there had been no “Oops, sorry dude” or anything of the sort, but maybe Kaminari just didn’t realize his mistake yet.
Not that he had anything to lose.
SH: Pretty.
KD: Glad you think so, Hitoshi
Well, that definitely destroyed any and all doubts about the actually intended recipient of the picture. Shit, he wanted to hear Kaminari – Denki – say his name and not just read it.
KD: I was thinking about you ...
SH: That so? Tell me more, Denki.
Hard to believe this was actually happening, but it only took a short moment for the three dots to indicate that Denki was typing again. Hitoshi made sure that the door was locked so no one would disturb him.
KD: You looked so hot earlier, all sweaty and flushed with your shirt clinging to your skin ... When you pulled it off I wanted to push you down onto the bench and follow the drops that were running down your abs with my tongue, taste the salt on your skin ...
“Oh, fuck ...”
His cock twitched and Hitoshi moaned low in his throat at the words on the screen. God, if just one message could get him so hot and bothered this wouldn’t last long. Frantically he kicked off his pants and boxers and stroked himself a little before he remembered that he was supposed to reply.
SH: I wouldn’t have stopped you, though I’d rather have that filthy mouth of yours elsewhere.
Hitoshi imagined sweet, wet heat around his cock and groaned, increasing the pressure of his hand. Denki would look so good on his knees, mouth full of cock and looking up at him with those eyes of molten gold.
KD: God, yes ... I want to suck your cock so badly, want you to pull my hair and fuck my face, Hitoshi
He bit down on his knuckles – hard. Imagined carding his hands through silky yellow hair and tugging on the strands to hold Denki in place while sliding his cock between those wet pink lips.
KD: You’d make me choke on that big cock of yours and I would love every fucking second of it
The thought of big fat tears streaming down Denki’s face while he choked and his throat convulsed around Hitoshi’s cock was almost too much for him and he grabbed himself tightly to stave off his orgasm.
SH: I bet you’d look so pretty on your knees for me, just taking it, you slut.
KD: I’m a slut, yeah ... But only for you, Hitoshi
Did Denki actually mean that? Or was it just a random comment in the heat of the moment?
SH: My slut, huh? I like that. I really want to rip those shorts off of you.
It didn’t take long for Denki to send another picture and Hitoshi moaned at the sight. The blonde was gloriously naked now, flushed, leaking cock in hand and he smirked at the camera, a hint of that wicked pink tongue visible. Hitoshi wanted to wreck him.
KD: I’m all yours, however you want me
SH: Is that so, Denki?
It was risky, but Hitoshi wanted to know how Denki would react to his next question – or rather demand.
KD: Yes
SH: Come here, then. You know where my room is.
The wait was nearly unbearable and Hitoshi wondered more than once if he had just ruined everything. Denki didn’t answer right away, but eventually the three dots appeared again.
KD: On my way
Chapter 2: Godforsaken shorts
Notes:
Happy New Year, everyone! ♥ Have a treat to celebrate 2020 :D
Big thanks to the wonderful Veli for all the help! You're awesome!
And to Rebs for a second beta opinion ♥
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It took maybe ten minutes until there was frantic knocking on Hitoshi's door, but it felt like hours. He hadn’t been sure whether the blonde would actually show up or not and it’d made him nervous.
Denki looked as jittery as Hitoshi felt and it calmed him down somewhat. His hair was disheveled and he was wearing an oversized yellow hoodie. A tiny bit of those godforsaken shorts was visible underneath and made Hitoshi groan.
“Hi ...”
He fidgeted with his sweater paws and grinned shyly and that – of all things – made Hitoshi snap. His hand curled tightly into the fabric of Denki’s sweater and he yanked the blonde into the room. He swiftly closed the door and slammed him against it.
Before either of them could utter another word, Hitoshi’s lips were on the other boy’s and he practically devoured Denki. A muffled whine was swallowed up in their kiss and the blonde’s hands weaved into Hitoshi’s hair, pulling on it.
His big hands splayed over Denki’s thighs and hoisted him up; spreading the blonde’s legs that immediately wrapped themselves around his waist. Pressed so close, Hitoshi could clearly feel Denki’s hard cock through the thin fabric of the shorts and smirked into their kiss.
“How long have you been fantasizing about this, huh?”
Denki whined and hid his face in Hitoshi’s shoulder, very obviously blushing. It was really cute.
“Tell me,” he prompted again and felt the blonde mumbling something, too low to be understood.
“What was that?”
Hitoshi squeezed Denki’s thighs and pressed their lower bodies closer together, eliciting a moan from the other boy.
“Shit, Toshi ... Since ... since our joint training.”
Try as he might, he couldn’t hold in the laughter, but when Denki squirmed in his hold, Hitoshi sobered up quickly. The movement created a delicious friction and he gasped into the blonde’s neck breathlessly, nipping at the tender skin there with his teeth.
“And it took you this long to do something about it?”
Maybe the question was hypocritical, but Hitoshi was pretty sure Denki didn’t know that he’d been pining for the same amount of time – had always watched the sexy blonde from afar.
“Didn’t wanna ... lose you ... completely.”
Hitoshi sucked a bruise into Denki’s neck and soothed the abused skin with his tongue, making it quite hard for the blonde to form coherent sentences, he noticed. The words brought a soft smile to his lips and he pressed a kiss over the bruise.
“You’re so cute ... I’ve always been watching you, Denki. Always .”
The blonde whined pathetically and Hitoshi wrapped his arms around him, carrying Denki over to the bed, where he let him down gently. His face was flushed prettily; pupils dark and blown and Hitoshi caressed his cheek gently. Denki looked utterly embarrassed and very eager at the same time.
“Now, then ... I believe I mentioned that I wanted to rip these off you. Time to make good on it.”
With a smirk Hitoshi grabbed a fistful of the shorts and yanked. The sound of ripping seams filled the room and Denki just stared at him with wide eyes, but Hitoshi clearly saw the blonde’s cock twitch at his unexpected action.
He threw the ruined shorts over his shoulder and drank in the sight before him. The oversized sweater had moved up to just below Denki’s nipples, exposing his lean stomach and Hitoshi felt the need to touch .
“T-Toshiiii ... Touch me, please.”
He bent down to kiss Denki feverishly, all the while gently running his hands along the silky skin of the blonde’s thighs and up his abs. His fingers tingled slightly and while it startled Hitoshi for a moment, he couldn’t say that he disliked it – quite the opposite.
When he had to come up for air, Hitoshi pressed short kisses to Denki’s flushed cheek and huskily whispered into the other boy’s ear.
“Where do you want me to touch you, kitten?”
Denki gasped and shivered when his lips brushed the sensitive shell of his ear and shaking fingers clutched onto Hitoshi’s biceps.
“Everywhere, please ...”
Time to get rid of that hoodie then. Hitoshi moaned when Denki was completely naked in front of him – except for the dark material of the collar he wore. His fingers moved along the blonde’s throat and he could feel Denki’s breath hitch at the barely there touch.
Hitoshi hooked a finger under the black material and tugged on it lightly, fascinated by the way Denki’s back arched. Fuck.
“You like this, don’t you? I bet you want me to put a leash on you, too ...”
The blonde nodded furiously and Hitoshi followed the movement of his pink tongue wetting kiss-swollen lips.
“Y-yes ...”
It was just a whisper, barely audible and Hitoshi marveled at how wrecked Denki looked and sounded already. They’d barely started, after all.
“What do you want me to do to you? Tell me.”
Chapter 3: Tiny kitten
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“Toshi ... Your … your mouth ...”
Hitoshi grinned down at Denki’s flushed face and very slowly and gently caressed the pretty pink cheeks.
“My mouth, huh?”
He bent down and kissed the blonde’s inner thighs, felt him squirm underneath the feather light touches. Of course it was obvious where Denki really wanted his mouth, but Hitoshi had other ideas.
“Turn around for me kitten, on all fours.”
Denki looked at him with wide eyes but moved to comply while Hitoshi grabbed a hair tie from his nightstand and made quick work of tying his unruly purple strands into a messy little bun. He caught the blonde watching him and the low whine made him smirk.
“Like what you see? Come on kitten, be a good boy for me and do what I asked of you.”
When Hitoshi had the other boy in the position he wanted him in, he trailed his hands slowly along the blonde’s back and to his hips. He loved how tiny Denki was, how just his hands could almost span the width of his entire waist.
“Such a small kitten ...”
He pressed kisses to the dip of Denki’s spine and the lower he went, the more he felt the blonde shiver. Maybe he had figured out what was coming.
Still holding on to the small hips, Hitoshi’s mouth finally reached the blonde’s equally tiny hole and when his lips made contact he felt another buzz of electricity. It tingled, maybe stung a little but – he loved it.
“Trying to electrocute me?”
It was just a joke, but he felt Denki stiffen underneath him.
“I’m s-sorry ...”
Hitoshi pressed a kiss to Denki’s buttock and smiled.
“Don’t worry kitten, it’s fine. I like it ... feels nice.”
Thankfully the blonde relaxed again and he could continue his ministrations. Hitoshi gently lapped at the puckered hole, tracing shapes around the rim with his tongue and it rewarded him with the filthiest moan yet.
“Oh God, fuuuck ... T-Toshi ...”
He flattened his tongue, licked with broad strokes and finally breached the tight ring of muscle. Denki moaned and shivered, tried to press closer to Hitoshi’s face, but his hands firmly grabbed the blonde’s hips once more.
“Ah ... please, more ...”
Denki’s arms gave out underneath him and Hitoshi would be lying that he wasn’t pleased at the effect he had on the other boy. The change in position raised Denki’s ass even higher into the air and gave him better access.
“You’re so impatient, kitten.”
Hitoshi lightly slapped the blonde’s right butt cheek and got a stronger current of electricity as his reward when he pushed his tongue farther inside, licking and tongue-fucking Denki in earnest now.
He was moaning so loudly that Hitoshi wouldn’t be surprised if half the dorm would be able to hear him. Wrecking his pretty kitten was such a joy and his cock twitched in his pants when he thought of what was still to come.
Slowly he inserted a finger alongside his tongue and curled it slightly. When he found Denki’s prostate a strong jolt of electricity hit him and ripped a moan out of his throat. It was so surprising and powerful that it was nearly Hitoshi’s undoing.
“Shit, Toshi!”
For a moment he stilled and had to catch his breath, then Hitoshi moved away from Denki, rummaged in his bedside drawer. A disappointed moan made him chuckle and he gave the blonde’s butt another slap.
He liberally coated his fingers with lube and inserted one again, making sure not to hit the bundle of nerves this time. Another shock like that and things would probably end way too fast. Hitoshi was intrigued by his own reaction and he definitely wanted more of that – another time.
“A-another ...”
His kitten was way too impatient, but Hitoshi complied and added another, scissoring them and stretching Denki slowly. He loved how eager the blonde seemed to be for this – for him – but he still wouldn’t be rushed.
“Stop squirming kitten. Or do you want me to stop?”
Denki stilled immediately and cautiously lifted his head to look at Hitoshi. Blonde hair was sticking to his flushed face and his pupils were blown so wide that black nearly eclipsed the yellow color of his eyes completely. Hitoshi wanted to wreck him more.
“Don’t stop, please ...”
While he held eye contact with Denki, Hitoshi pushed in a third finger and drew a shuddering gasp from him. He clamped down on the fingers and Hitoshi smirked.
Slowly he pulled down the zipper of his pants and pushed them down, freeing his aching cock from its confines. Denki was still watching him and Hitoshi saw him licking his lips. He grabbed a condom and ripped the foil packet open with his teeth.
“You want me to take you like this, kitten? On all fours, spread out like a bitch in heat?”
The blonde frantically nodded and lifted himself up from his prone position like he was presenting the goods for Hitoshi.
“God yes, please Toshi!”
Hitoshi smirked as he rolled on the condom and slicked himself up.
“Too bad.”
Chapter 4: I'll be good for you
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Hitoshi moved backwards and settled comfortably against his pillows. His legs were slightly spread and he leisurely stroked himself while waiting for Denki to catch up to what was happening.
“You gotta work for what you want, kitten.”
He smirked and tapped his thigh with the fingers of his free hand.
“Come here, in my lap.”
Denki complied immediately and nearly fell headfirst into Hitoshi’s lap because he was so damn eager. He chuckled at the sight.
“Want it that badly, yeah?”
His hands gripped the blonde’s hips and helped him straddle his lap, but held Denki in position when he tried to lower himself onto Hitoshi’s cock.
“Ah, ah, not so fast kitten.”
Denki whined and desperately clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in slightly. Hitoshi grinned and bumped the blonde’s nose lightly with his own.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you what you want, but if not ...”
He wouldn’t actually make good on that threat, but Denki didn’t know that after all. Hitoshi was too far gone to deny himself or the other boy anything.
“I’ll be good for you, Toshi ... So good ...”
For a moment he hid his face in Denki’s shoulder, inhaled deeply and tried to scrounge up the last shreds of his self control. The things a submissive Kaminari did to him ...
Still holding Denki aloft, arm muscles straining, he nodded and grinned.
“Go on then.”
Denki didn’t need to be told twice and immediately gripped Hitoshi’s cock, positioned it at his hole. Again he squirmed against the tight hold because he wasn’t able to move down.
“Hitoshi, please please please ...”
“Sssh, kitten. I’ve got you.”
Slowly he lifted his hips and pushed upwards into the blonde, drawing a desperate moan from Denki.
“Yes, yes ... Finally ...”
Hitoshi chuckled and loosened his grip on the slim hips, drawing in a surprised breath when Denki slammed himself down the rest of the way. Fuck.
The blonde nearly screamed and electricity pulsed through both of them, making Hitoshi grit his teeth. Maybe he had drawn this out too much – neither of them would last for very much longer.
“Bad kitten ...”
His voice was slightly hoarse and Hitoshi moaned when Denki clenched around him.
“You’re so big, God ... Toshi. I’m close already ...”
Hitoshi pulled Denki forward and kissed him breathlessly, stilling any other movement for the moment. He gently bit the blonde’s bottom lip and soothed the sting with his tongue.
Hands tugged the elastic out of his hair and combed through the strands, finding purchase there.
“Denki ...”
The blonde smiled at him and Hitoshi pressed a sweet kiss to his flushed cheek. He never wanted this evening to end, but knew it would eventually. But what then?
“Move please?”
Hitoshi nodded and slowly rolled his hips. His hands roamed the blonde’s torso, explored the lean muscle and pinched pretty pink nipples. Denki let his head fall backwards and clutched at Hitoshi’s shoulders again, lifting himself up and down.
Their slow rhythm soon became frantic and fast. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room and Hitoshi loved it.
“So pretty, my kitten ... So fucking pretty.”
Denki keened and moved up as far as he could, slamming himself down violently – over and over.
“Shit, Toshi ... Touch me, please ... Need to cum so badly.”
Instead Hitoshi held tightly onto the blonde and flipped him to his back. He nearly bent Denki in half, fucking him hard.
“Want you to cum untouched, kitten.”
Hitoshi made sure to nail the blonde’s prostate with every stroke and it didn’t take long for that strong jolt of electricity to hit him again. It wasn’t enough to throw him over the edge, but almost.
Denki’s hands curled into the comforter and held on for dear life. He was moaning and whining and seeing him so fucking wrecked was the prettiest sight Hitoshi had ever seen.
He pulled out all the way and slammed Denki’s prostate one last time – that’s all it took. The blonde came with a wail, overhead lights flickering and cum spilling on his own stomach, up to his chin. Hitoshi’s orgasm hit him like a brick wall and he bit his lip hard to keep the shout that was trying to claw out of his throat muffled.
That was undoubtedly the most intense experience he’d ever had.
Panting heavily, Hitoshi slowly let go of Denki’s legs and pulled out of him, disposing of the condom. He fell back into his pillows and closed his eyes for a moment.
They both lay there in silence, trying to catch their breath.
Hitoshi didn’t know what to say and apparently neither did Denki, but he didn’t move to leave either.
He was so torn. Should he confess his feelings to Denki? Or was this just a onetime thing for the blonde?
Chapter 5: Do you want more?
Notes:
This is not beta read, so I apologize for any and all mistakes you might find x)
A huge thank you to the lovely Jesse for all the help for this chapter ♥♥♥
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A hand tentatively grasping his and lacing their fingers together finally pulled Hitoshi out of his thoughts. Denki didn’t say anything, but he crawled closer and looked at him. It was enough though, for Hitoshi to make up his mind.
He gently tugged on their intertwined hands until the blonde lost his balance and ended up half sprawled on top of him. With his free arm he pulled Denki close and buried his nose in the soft hair, inhaling deeply.
“Toshi ...?”
His voice was quiet and Hitoshi could hear the uncertainty in it. He smiled and briefly squeezed Denki’s hand in reassurance.
“Yes?”
He inhaled deeply and turned his head a little until their eyes met.
“Was ... was this just sex for you, or ... do you want more?”
Talking about feelings was definitely not his forte, but now that Denki had taken the plunge, Hitoshi owed him an honest answer. He still didn’t know what exactly the blonde wanted but he’s sure he could make a good guess. That’s what gave him the courage to finally say what he’d wanted to say for a long time.
“I’ve been watching you for a very long time, you know. It was never just about sex. I want it all, the ... the hand holding and hugging, kissing, being disgustingly cute together. I want you.”
During his little speech their eye contact never wavered and Hitoshi could see so many emotions in Denki’s eyes. When he was done, the blonde’s hands cradled his face and he dove in for a lingering kiss. It was gentle and slow, full of emotions and – maybe even love.
“I want you too, Toshi ... So much.”
They kissed again and Hitoshi carded his hand through Denki’s hair, cuddling him close for a moment.
“We should probably get cleaned up before we completely stick together.”
He tried to wiggle out of the other boy’s arms but Denki was clinging to him like a koala bear. It was cute, but he was starting to feel quite disgusting.
“But wouldn’t that be so romantic? Inseparably glued together by cum for the rest of our days.”
Hitoshi stared at the blonde for a second before he just sighed. The things that came out of Denki’s mouth were obnoxious and infuriating on any given day and sometimes he wondered how he had started to think of them as endearing instead. With a snort he lightly flicked his nose and Denki went all cross-eyed trying to see his own nose.
“You’re lucky that you’re cute.”
When Denki loosened his grip for a short moment, Hitoshi used that to his advantage and slipped out of bed, leaving a whiny blonde behind. He buried his face into the pillows with a groan, then flipped onto his back and looked at Hitoshi with a slight flush to his cheeks.
“You think I’m cute?”
He knew that he was staring, but Hitoshi wasn’t really sure how to react. Denki looked so earnest and like he really meant the question, wasn’t just playing coy. He was sure that he called him pretty when they had sex – did he think that Hitoshi was just saying it in the heat of the moment?
“Of course I do, kitten. Cute, pretty, beautiful … all of those.”
Denki smiled at his answer and winked at him. How the other boy could be insecure one moment and then his usual flirty self the next – he’d never know.
Swiftly Hitoshi padded over to his wardrobe and retrieved a towel that he used to wipe himself clean. Hitoshi was about to walk back to the bed and do the same to Denki, when he suddenly felt hot breath against his neck.
Soft lips left feather light kisses down his neck and when Denki started using his teeth and tongue Hitoshi couldn’t suppress a moan anymore. He felt Denki’s erection against his thigh and when the blonde started rubbing against him, he turned around and captured his lips in a fierce kiss.
“How about round two?”
Hitoshi chuckled and let his hands wander to Denki’s ass, gently squeezed the plush cheeks.
“Aren’t you sore?”
He didn’t want to hurt the blonde, but he also couldn’t deny that he was more than up for a round two. Just the thought of more electric pulses made Hitoshi shiver in anticipation. Denki smirked and played with his nipples, pinched them slightly between his fingers, coaxing a loud moan out of Hitoshi.
“A little, but I don’t care. Want you.”
His fingers wandered to Denki’s hole and easily slipped inside. The blonde buried his face in Hitoshi’s neck and whimpered, moaning loudly when Hitoshi started to move the three fingers.
“You’re quite insatiable, hm?”
He pulled on Denki’s collar and sucked a bruise into his neck, directly underneath. Denki desperately clung to Hitoshi and pressed his ass towards the fingers that were still inside of him, moaning.
“Only ... only for you, Toshi ... Only you.”
Hearing those words made Hitoshi’s breath hitch and in a moment of possessive need he gave Denki another hickey right behind his ear. That one he wouldn’t be able to hide.
“Bend over the desk, kitten ...”
Hitoshi removed his fingers and Denki did as he was told, resting shaky arms on top of the desk while spreading his legs wide. His kitten was so obedient when he wanted to be.
A loud knock at the door made both of them jump and Denki turned around to stare at Hitoshi with wide eyes.
Chapter 6: Nowhere I would rather be
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When the knock came again, even more insistent than before, it finally freed them from their stupor. Denki scrambled into a standing position and grabbed the first thing he found to cover himself up, while Hitoshi just sighed and pushed a hand through his disheveled hair. Great.
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, not really caring all that much if someone saw him half naked. His erection had already gone done from being disturbed, so it was more than sufficient. Scowling Hitoshi opened the door and came face to face with none other than a very angry Bakugou Katsuki.
Before Hitoshi could even say a word, the explosive blonde already started whisper-yelling at him.
“You fucking morons, it’s 4am and we’re trying to sleep. Can you fuck less loud?”
Denki behind him nearly choked and buried his face into his sweater paws, blushing like mad. It was incredibly cute, but Hitoshi turned back to Bakugou before the guy got any ideas and blew up his face. What he hadn’t noticed before though, was a sleepy Kirishima with his hair down that was hanging onto the blonde.
Bakugou’s arm was around him and he cradled the sleepy boy to his side, Kirishima’s face smushed into his shoulder. Hitoshi looked at them with raised eyebrows, processing that information.
“Katsuki, can we go back to bed?”
The quiet murmur made Bakugou look at his apparent boyfriend and his face softened for a moment, while he gently carded a hand through Kirishima’s hair.
“Of course, Ei.”
He glared at Hitoshi and Denki after that, pointing a finger right at Hitoshi’s chest.
“If I hear one more fucking moan from either of you stupid extras, I’m gonna stuff a grenade up your asses, got that?”
They nodded in unison and Bakugou snorted before he turned around, half-carrying Kirishima back to his room. Hitoshi slowly closed the door and leaned his forehead against it with a dull thud. That was one way to announce their status to the class.
“I’m so sorry ...”
Denki sounded slightly anxious and Hitoshi immediately turned around, closing the distance between them in big strides. He pulled the blonde into his arms and hugged him tightly against his chest.
“What for, kitten?”
He felt Denki shudder against him at the nickname and pressed a soothing kiss to his forehead.
“I ... For them finding out like this? I mean, I don’t even know what we are and all ... I didn’t want to put you on the spot or anything. I ...”
Hitoshi recognized the beginnings of a panic attack and cradled Denki even closer to himself, gently rubbing the blonde’s back and shoulders.
“Hey hey, calm down, okay? Just breathe, slowly. Everything’s okay, I promise.”
It took a moment, but Denki was starting to breathe more evenly again and Hitoshi sighed in relief.
“Okay, no getting sidetracked this time. We’ve got to talk about this properly.”
He pulled Denki over to the bed and pushed the soiled sheets to the side, wrapping the blonde and himself tightly into the blanket. Cleaning up properly could wait for the moment, this was way more important.
Carefully he turned Denki’s face to himself so the blonde had to look at him, then kissed him deeply, but gently.
“I’m just going to talk and then you can tell me what you think, alright?”
Taking a deep breath, Hitoshi waited for Denki to nod and proceeded to pour his heart out.
“I already said that I want you, but I don’t just mean in a physical way. I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear enough earlier, Denki. I want a proper relationship with you and I’m not afraid to let the whole damn world know that I ...”
Here he stopped himself and swallowed thickly, looking directly into Denki’s eyes that mustered him with a mixture between shock and awe.
“That I love you.”
There, he had finally said it – no turning back now. Denki gasped and Hitoshi could see the tears in his eyes, proceeded to gently wipe them away.
“T-Toshi ...”
Denki’s voice broke and the blonde hugged him so tightly that Hitoshi could barely breathe.
“I want to be your boyfriend and I don’t want to hide it ... But I was afraid you want to because I’m kind of an idiot and I thought you might be ashamed to be with me …”
Hitoshi couldn’t help but stare at Denki. Happy-go-lucky, smiling and meme-spouting Denki – that apparently had some serious self esteem issues. His heart hurt at the blonde’s words and Hitoshi swore to himself that he would show Denki just how amazing he was.
“Never. I would never want to hide my feelings for you, you hear? You’re beautiful, amazing and funny – not an idiot. And even if you were – I would still love you.”
Denki was sobbing in his arms now and Hitoshi gently rocked him back and forth, murmuring calming nonsense while pressing small kisses wherever he could reach.
“I ... I love you too ...”
His breath caught in his throat at the words and Hitoshi buried his nose in Denki’s hair. This night was such a rollercoaster of feelings, but he was glad it happened.
“Please don’t talk about yourself like that, okay? To me you are perfect.”
Carefully he moved away from Denki when the blonde seemed to have calmed down again and got up.
Quickly Hitoshi located tissues and the towel from earlier and helped Denki clean himself up. They changed the sheets and finally cuddled into bed together, holding onto each other tightly.
“You’re staying here, right?” he murmured into Denki’s ear and the blonde nodded, yawning cutely.
“Of course, nowhere I would rather be.”
Hitoshi smiled and turned off the bedside lamp, shrouding the room in darkness.
“Goodnight, kitten.”
Chapter 7: Oh shit
Notes:
I'm so sorry that this is a day late! I completely forgot about it yesterday D:
BUT it is more than double the length of the other chapters - so I hope you enjoy! And we get Denki's POV this time.
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Denki felt a little disoriented when he woke up, blearily blinking his eyes open and taking stock of the situation. The first thing he noticed was the unfamiliar room and then the warm breath that steadily fanned over his cheek. Slowly he turned his head and his heart nearly stopped when he came face to face with a peacefully slumbering Shinsou Hitoshi.
Pictures from the night before flashed through his head and Denki nearly squealed, hiding his flushed face in the pillow. He still couldn’t believe that he had actually sent the picture to Hitoshi. When Hanta taunted him about his crush, Denki had been so angry that he decided to finally make a move. His moment of mad courage wore off pretty quickly and he hadn’t thought about the fact that Hitoshi might answer. Or that anything further would come out of it.
Yet here he was, sharing a bed with his crush after a night of mind blowing sex and love confessions. Or rather – his boyfriend. Giddy laughter escaped him and a soft groan alerted Denki to the fact that Hitoshi had woken up. Slowly the purple eyes opened and regarded him steadily.
“Morning Toshi.”
He nearly whispered the words and Denki knew that his face was probably still red. Hitoshi yawned, then smirked at him and instead of saying anything back he just leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Denki’s cheek. Of course he would forever deny the little squeaky noise that came out of his mouth after that.
Hitoshi pulled him closer and Denki settled in his arms with a smile. Hopefully he would be able to wake up like this often from now on – maybe even every day.
“Slept well, kitten?”
There it was again, the new nickname Hitoshi had given him. His voice was even deeper than usual after sleeping and made Denki shiver. He knew he had it bad, but everything about the other boy drove him crazy. Never before had he felt so much for another person.
“Yeah, better than in a long time.”
Night after night thoughts of Hitoshi had plagued him and the sadness of hopeless pining kept him from sleeping. Of course he had always just put on his best smile and pretended it was nothing. Gentle fingers weaved their way into his hair and lightly massaged his scalp. With a sigh Hitoshi leaned his forehead against Denki’s and God – they were so close.
“I’m glad. I hope you’ll consider sharing my bed more often.”
The edges of his mouth were curved upwards in a smirk and Denki couldn’t help the chuckle that burst forth at Hitoshi’s words.
“Every night if you’ll have me, Toshi.”
He closed the last bit of distance between them and kissed Hitoshi gently, morning breath be damned. Denki was a bit surprised when he suddenly found himself on top of his boyfriend who had rolled them over so he was lying on his back, arms tightly wrapped around him. They never broke the kiss though, didn’t for a long time. It was soft and unhurried, no heat or urgency – just love. Denki never wanted it to end, but he knew that they had to get up soon.
“I love you.”
Hitoshi whispered the words against his lips and Denki felt like a giant swarm of butterflies had taken up residence in his stomach. Hearing those words was probably something he would never get used to. His hands held onto Hitoshi’s shoulders as if he would vanish otherwise. He buried his head in the crook of Hitoshi’s neck and murmured the same words into his skin, over and over.
Their tender moment was destroyed by the loud rumbling of Denki’s stomach. He glanced at Hitoshi sheepishly when the purple haired boy started laughing. With a wink he lightly slapped Denki’s butt and made him yelp.
“Time to get out of bed and make breakfast, I think.”
Denki knew that he was right, but it didn’t mean that he actually wanted to move from the comfortable position he was currently in. But Hitoshi bodily lifted him off and oh, being manhandled like that again did things to him. Sadly they didn’t have time to continue where they had left off before Bakugou rudely interrupted them the night before. The thought made Denki groan and Hitoshi looked at him questioningly.
“They heard us last night ...”
A bundle of clothes was pressed into his hands and Hitoshi just shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t really care. Let them talk – at least they’ll know that you’re mine.”
A strong arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him flush against Hitoshi before he bend down and kissed Denki within an inch of his life. He moaned into the kiss and had to catch his breath when he was released again; almost dropping the clothes he was given. This possessive streak Hitoshi was displaying was such a turn on and at the same time it made him feel loved and happy.
It wasn’t often that Denki was speechless, but he didn’t really have anything to say in that moment. The fact that his boyfriend wasn’t ashamed of their relationship and actually wanted to be with him laid all of his fears to rest. Hitoshi was right – why should they care what others thought? Sure there would be a lot of teasing, but eventually it would die down.
His favorite hoodie was in a crumpled heap on the floor and he could see white stains all over the bottom hem. With a disgusted face he picked it up and looked uncertain for a moment before he just dropped it on top of Hitoshi’s pile of dirty laundry. His shorts were well and truly ruined, but Denki wasn’t even mad about it. Having them ripped off had been far too enjoyable.
Hitoshi had given him boxer briefs, sweatpants and a soft purple t-shirt that he put on with a smile. The shirt nearly fell off his shoulder because it was quite a bit too big, but Denki loved it. Hitoshi’s clothes smelled like him and that made him happy.
“I’ll take a quick shower and meet you downstairs in ... half an hour?”
Denki nodded and smiled, standing on his tip toes to press a kiss to Hitoshi’s lips.
“Yeah! I need a shower too, but I’ll be quick, promise.”
Before he could dart out of the door, Hitoshi swatted his butt again and Denki laughed, winking at his boyfriend. He was so lost in thought, that he didn’t notice the other person in the hall before he cleared his throat. Denki’s gaze snapped up and met Todoroki’s deadpan stare. His classmate looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow.
“Kaminari. Fancy seeing you here.”
The way Todoroki looked at him made Denki incredibly uncomfortable and now that he was alone, he started worrying again. So he did the only thing that came to mind – flee.
“Todoroki, good morning! I’m so sorry, but I’m in a hurry, haha. So ... Bye!”
He nearly ran to the end of the corridor and down the stairs to his floor, groaning at his stupidity. Todoroki wasn’t the type to tease and gloat, but one never knew.
Iida was just exiting his room, but thankfully Denki managed to slip into his own before their class rep could take a good look at him.
For a moment he debated whether he should grab some of his own clothes, but ultimately decided against it because he loved wearing Hitoshi’s too much. So he just snatched his toiletry bag and a big fluffy towel before he left again and made his way to the bathroom. The warm water felt nice on his skin and a tension that he hadn’t been aware of finally left his body. Warm and relaxed Denki stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled himself off, stopping short in front of the mirror when he got a good look at himself.
Numerous purple bruises littered his body and he couldn’t look away if he wanted to. Hitoshi really marked him up good and it made Denki grin like an idiot. He knew that he left some on his boyfriend too, but he would definitely wear his like a trophy. He got dressed again and checked himself in the mirror, trying to arrange the shirt somehow. There was no way to hide his throat and neck – even with a choker.
The one from last night was in his pile of clothes but he didn’t put it back on and dropped it off in his room with the rest of his things before he finally made his way down to the common room.
Everyone else seemed to be there already and it only took a second for his eyes to zero in on Hitoshi, who was leaning against the kitchen counter and having a conversation with Midoriya. When the others spotted him, it got very quiet and nearly all of them seemed to stare at him. Or glare – in Bakugou’s case. Denki ducked his head and walked over to the cupboards, taking out his cereal and filling a bowl.
Whispers started up almost immediately and he felt himself tense when a warm hand landed on his shoulder, but relaxed when he saw that it was Hitoshi.
“Are you okay, kitten?”
The question was just a soft murmur and Denki nodded, slumping against his boyfriend. Might as well get it over with and let everyone know. Soft lips kissed his forehead and he sighed, relaxing even further. Quiet ‘awwws’ could be heard behind them and he tried to ignore them as much as he could as he poured milk over his breakfast and found a spoon. Together they walked over to the table and Hitoshi sat down, pulling him onto his lap. Denki’s eyes widened in surprise for a second, but he quickly settled himself and leaned against the broad chest behind him.
“Don’t think that no one saw your walk of shame earlier, dude.”
Of course Hanta would tease him – he should have known. With a sigh Denki glared at his friend, but before he could say anything, Hitoshi already answered for him.
“What shame? I’m making an honest man out of him.”
His smirk was a little arrogant, but Denki honestly fell in love with him a little more for coming to his defense like that. He intertwined their fingers and pressed a short kiss to Hitoshi’s knuckles, which garnered another round of ‘awwws’.
Mineta made a retching sound and seconds later a loud explosion shook the common room. Kirishima had to hold a furious Bakugou back before he did some serious damage to their classmate, who had turned tail and fled the common room.
“So when’s the wedding then?”
Hanta just couldn’t keep his mouth shut and Denki sighed deeply, but this time it was Iida that reined him in. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend and pulled him back with a stern look before he addressed Denki and Hitoshi.
“I apologize for him. My congratulations though.”
He bent down and proceeded to drag Hanta to the other side of the common room, leaving a slightly bewildered Hitoshi and Denki behind. He snorted and started shoveling cereal into his mouth. It was already a bit soggy, but he was literally starving.
When he was done, Mina came over and pulled him into a tight hug, whispering ‘I’m so happy for you’ into his ear and Denki could feel himself almost tearing up at the heartfelt words, hugging his friend tightly. She smiled and poked his nose before going back to her own breakfast.
“Are you happy?”
Hitoshi nuzzled his neck and Denki smiled, pulling the other boy’s arms tighter around himself.
“Yeah, very. Are you?”
Before he could get an answer though, someone cleared their throat loudly and Aizawa-sensei suddenly stood in front of them, arms crossed and a stern look on his face. Denki stared at their teacher and hoped they weren’t in trouble.
“Kaminari, Shinsou. Follow me.”
Oh shit.
Chapter 8: Too late for that
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“I should have seen this coming.”
Hitoshi mumbled the words under his breath, but Denki still heard them because he was so close to the other boy. To say he was confused was probably the understatement of the year.
“What do you mean?” he whispered back, but again didn’t get an answer because Aizawa impatiently gestured for them to get up.
“Today.”
Silently they both got up from the chair and followed their teacher out of the dorms. They took the path towards the main school building and with every step Denki got more and more nervous. His boyfriend didn’t seem to be particularly fazed by this and looked more annoyed than anything else. How could he be so cool in a situation like this? Had Aizawa heard them the night before? Bakugou wasn’t the kind of guy to go around and gossip though, so maybe it wasn’t that.
When they finally reached the teacher’s lounge, Aizawa opened the door and gestured for them to step inside. Hitoshi crossed his arms in front of his chest and marched right past their teacher while Denki followed very slowly and hesitantly. The only other people in the room were Present Mic and Midnight. Mic grinned and winked at Denki, which made him feel a little bit better. Maybe Aizawa wouldn’t murder them with an audience.
The man leaned against his desk and mimicked Hitoshi. It was almost like they were facing off against each other, their mannerisms eerily similar.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Hitoshi?”
His boyfriend gestured for Denki to come closer and he did, but hid behind the taller teen. He was so damn confused by this, not sure what to say or do. And since when did Aizawa address any of them by their first names?
“Oh, I don’t know, Dad. Maybe.”
Denki’s eyes widened and he stared at Aizawa like the man had grown a second head. Mic laughed loudly and Midnight winked at Hitoshi. They all seemed so familiar with each other, but his brain couldn’t really process the obvious facts.
“Dad?”
Hitoshi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, but grabbed Denki’s hand, intertwining their fingers with each other. The sweet gesture grounded him a little bit. Aizawa’s gaze landed on their hands and then he just stared at Denki. It was extremely unnerving.
“You didn’t tell him.”
The deadpan way he said it made Denki even more uneasy and he looked from one to the other nervously, probably squeezing Hitoshi’s fingers a bit too hard in the process.
“Well, there was no time – you made sure of that.”
In any other situation Denki would have been amused at the way Hitoshi talked back to their teacher, but it slowly dawned on him what was happening here. They had never discussed their families in any way, so of course he wouldn’t know about ... this.
“Excellent.”
The manic grin on Aizawa’s face made him shiver and Denki stepped closer to his boyfriend, who wrapped an arm around him instead of holding his hand. Mic was standing next to their homeroom teacher now and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Shouta, don’t scare the poor boy like that.”
He saw Aizawa slightly lean into the touch and after a few seconds it finally made click in Denki’s brain. Muffling his surprised gasp in Hitoshi’s shoulder, he tried to put a neutral expression on his face. Aizawa and Mic – really? Somehow it was difficult to imagine that. They were so different in their whole demeanor! Then again – so were him and Hitoshi.
“I’m just making sure he’s worthy of dating our son.”
Hitoshi snorted and glared at Aizawa, who wasn’t affected at all, just looked slightly amused by it all. In the end he addressed Mic instead, sounding very exasperated at the whole ordeal.
“Papa, is this really necessary?”
Mic smiled widely and winked at them, flailing with his arms. He and Aizawa seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes only and Denki followed the spectacle, fascinated. Then Mic deflated slightly and shrugged, looking apologetic.
“Let your Dad do his thing, my boy. He’ll calm down once he’s said his piece. Hopefully.”
His boyfriend’s try to shove Denki behind himself didn’t work out and he gasped in horror when Aizawa’s capture weapon suddenly wrapped around him, pulling him forward and nearly nose to nose with his teacher. The man stared him down and Denki nearly peed his pants.
“Listen Kaminari. If you hurt Hitoshi in any way, shape or form I will personally make sure that no one finds your body when I’m through with you.”
The cloth around him tightened with every word and Denki could barely breathe, just nodded furiously, eyes wide.
“Understood.”
He wheezed out the word and after another moment of intense stares, Denki was free again. Luckily Hitoshi was there to catch him, because he nearly stumbled and fell on his ass. Midnight was right next to him, smirking and leaning into him way too close for comfort. Were they still not done?
“I’ll gladly take this one off your hands if he doesn’t behave.”
Denki didn’t even want to imagine in his wildest nightmares what the woman would do to him and pressed himself closer to Hitoshi. Somehow the prospect of being in her ‘care’ was even more terrifying than Aizawa. The evil smile on the man’s face told him that he knew exactly what Denki was thinking.
“Aunt Nemuri, can you please leave Denki alone? Or are you all trying to break up my relationship and make me unhappy?”
His hands tightened around Denki’s waist and the blonde wanted to comfort his boyfriend. Hitoshi sounded really unhappy and Aizawa seemed to finally relent, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.
“Don’t worry Toshi. I won’t leave you.”
Despite everything that happened during the last few minutes, Denki’s worry for Hitoshi clearly overshadowed his own fear and he wanted to comfort the other boy in any way he could. His words seemed to help, because Hitoshi gave him a small smile.
“Aaaah, young love. So precious!”
The volume of Mic’s voice made everyone cringe, but the loud exclamation seemed to diffuse the tension at least somewhat. He even put a hand over his chest, pretending to swoon and it made Denki grin slightly.
“You two should come over for dinner sometime.”
Mic looked at them over his glasses and Denki nearly had whiplash at his sudden change in demeanor. Getting used to Hitoshi’s illustrious family would certainly take a while and he wasn’t sure how he really felt about the invitation.
“If we have to ...”
Hitoshi didn’t seem too thrilled either, but his unenthusiastic answer didn’t really fly too well.
“It’s non-negotiable, Hitoshi.”
Aizawa’s voice was stern and Hitoshi sighed.
“Fine. Can we go now?”
The man nodded and gestured for them to go ahead. Relieved Denki followed his boyfriend and they were almost out of the door when Mic had one last thing to say.
“Use condoms, boys!”
“Too late for that ...,” Denki muttered under his breath and Hitoshi snorted, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek when they were in the hallway finally. It was good to be out of that situation, because even with his boyfriend there, it was pretty anxiety inducing for him.
They walked back towards the dorms, but Hitoshi stopped him when they got to a random bench, gesturing for Denki to sit down. Sitting close to each other they held hands and Denki was still amazed over the fact that they were actually an item now, even did these things in public.
“I wanted to ask you something.”
He cocked his head to the side and waited for Hitoshi to elaborate, secretly a little nervous. After that shovel talk from hell, Denki was really hoping there wouldn’t be more things that nearly gave him a heart attack.
“We’ve done everything a little backwards, but ... Will you go on a date with me?”
Denki gasped and stared, not sure if he had heard correctly. It was true that they had done things a little in the wrong order, but the simple question still made his heart flutter wildly in his chest. With a bright smile he nodded and squeezed Hitoshi’s hand.
“Of course I’ll go on a date with you!”
Hitoshi chuckled at his enthusiasm and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Denki’s lips, threading a hand into his hair. Denki followed him and reconnected their lips again, kissing his boyfriend deeper this time. He really couldn’t get enough of this – ever.
“Thank you ... Also for putting up with my family.”
His laugh was a little nervous, but Denki leaned his forehead against Hitoshi’s and lightly rubbed their noses together.
“Not gonna lie – they’re seriously terrifying. But you’re more than worth it. I love you way too much for something like that to chase me away.”
Strong arms pulled him closer and into Hitoshi’s chest and Denki snuggled close to the other boy.
“Love you too, Denki. And I’m glad, I was a little bit worried about your reaction.”
He chuckled and closed his eyes. That talk hadn’t been his first near-death experience, but Denki would gladly go through it again, if it meant having Hitoshi by his side.
Chapter 9: I don't deserve
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Denki nervously paced back and forth in front of his mirror, wondering if he should change clothes for the fifth time or just roll with it. He didn’t even know why he was such a nervous wreck. Hitoshi would come to get him for their date soon and he was freaking out internally, even though it shouldn’t be a big deal.
They loved each other, he had met the family and they’d even had sex – more than once. So what really was there to be nervous about? It wasn’t like Hitoshi would suddenly decide that he didn’t want Denki anymore if the date was a disaster, right? Right.
After that unpleasant conversation with Aizawa, Present Mic and Midnight things had been fairly quiet. Classes resumed as usual, they did their homework together and Hitoshi helped him study. Everything was pretty much the same as before, with subtle differences. Whenever they could get away with it, Hitoshi and Denki touched each other. A simple brush of fingers, a lingering touch on the arm, shoulder or back and chaste kisses. Thankfully their friends and the rest of the class had stopped giving them shit about it fairly quickly.
All of that was in public though, in private things were different and Denki couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face. More often than not he sat in Hitoshi’s lap, even during study sessions and they shared passionate kisses. It didn’t make for very productive studying, but it was still good enough that his grades stayed decent.
On Thursday Hitoshi had told Denki that he would take him on a date the coming Saturday and that he was looking forward to it. Unfortunately he refused to elaborate on it any more than telling Denki to dress in comfortable and casual clothes. Not knowing anything nearly drove him crazy and the time in between then and now was spent agonizing and hypothesizing over what they would be doing.
Hitoshi loved cats and liked to read, but beyond that Denki knew woefully little about the other teen. That revelation made him feel bad about himself and the fact that he was probably not a very good boyfriend. If Hitoshi had noticed him being a little off the night before, he hadn’t said anything and Denki was rather grateful for that. If things went good on their first date, he vowed to take Hitoshi on a killer date that would knock his socks off the next time, to prove himself.
A knock at the door broke him out of his thoughts and Denki hurried to open it and let his visitor in. Hitoshi immediately pulled him into his arms and the soft but deep kiss made his heart flutter wildly. Pushing away his worries, he smiled at his boyfriend and winked.
“Well, hello to you too, handsome. Usually I don’t kiss on the first date, but for you I’ll make an exception.”
The comment earned him a low chuckle and Hitoshi gently brushed a thumb over his cheek, pressing a kiss to Denki’s forehead.
“Hmm, lucky me then. I missed you, kitten.”
Denki intertwined their fingers with each other, using his free hand to lightly caress Hitoshi’s side.
“Missed you too, Toshi. And I can’t wait to spend the whole day with you today!”
He hastily grabbed his keys and wallet, stuffed them into the pocket of the jacket he was wearing and closed the door behind them. As they walked down the corridor, Denki swung their hands back and forth and Hitoshi chuckled again.
“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this. Thankfully the weather is on our side too.”
Weather? Were they doing something outside? It was comfortably warm and the sun shone down on them, making Denki blink when it nearly blinded him. Maybe he should have brought sunglasses. Hitoshi quickly dragged him around the corner of their dorm building and behind some trees. Present Mic was waiting for them there, a basket in his hand and waved frantically.
“Hello boys! What a wonderful day to be young!”
Denki waved back weakly and looked from Hitoshi to his parent, hoping to God that their date would not include the older man. Somehow sensing his anxiety, the other teen lifted Denki’s hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles.
“Don’t worry, he’s not coming. I just asked him to help me organize today.”
He immediately calmed down and then it finally made click when he spotted the two bicycles behind Present Mic. Denki couldn’t even remember when he had gone on a bicycle tour with his family the last time, but he was excited for it. Hitoshi was a little bit extra, but that just made him love his boyfriend more.
“I hope this is okay? I didn’t want to do the usual boring date stuff, so ... Yeah.”
Hitoshi nearly fell over when Denki enthusiastically jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Mic laughed loudly behind them.
“I love it! Is that food?”
He pointed to the basket in Mic’s hand and Hitoshi nodded.
“Yeah. I figured we could have a little picnic around lunch. Papa helped me, but I tried to make as much as I could myself.”
Denki hid his face in Hitoshi’s shoulder and reveled in the gentle touch of hands on his back. He was such an idiot and his boyfriend was the most amazing guy on the planet. How did he ever deserve something like this?
“Are ... are you crying, Denki? Hey ...”
Hitoshi’s fingers brushed through his hair and gently turned Denki to face him. A single tear ran down his cheek and the purple haired teen wiped it away. What was he supposed to say?
“I’m just so happy, Toshi. I don’t deserve you ...”
His boyfriend scoffed at the words and kissed him softly.
“You deserve all of this and more, kitten. I’d give you the world if I could.”
Denki’s fingers curled into Hitoshi’s shirt and he had to take several deep breaths so he wouldn’t start crying in earnest. The love he felt for Hitoshi was nearly overwhelming – in a good way.
“Toshi ... I love you so much.”
For a moment they just looked at each other, then Mic cleared his throat and alerted them that he was in fact still there.
“Boys, as refreshing as it is to watch young people in love, I think you should continue this without me. Shouta and I will be expecting you for dinner tomorrow night. One of us will text you the time, Hitoshi. Don’t be late!”
With that he carefully put the basket down and walked away, grinning and waving. Denki blushed furiously and Hitoshi just sighed in annoyance.
“Are you okay, kitten?”
Denki nodded slowly and wiped his face, not trusting himself to speak just yet.
“I meant it, you know? I’d do anything for you, that’s how much I love you, Denki.”
If it was anyone else, Denki would have just put on a smile and nodded, but somehow he couldn’t be anything but honest with Hitoshi. So he didn’t hide the anxiety he felt and actually opened up about his thoughts.
“I just feel like I don’t deserve any of it, Toshi. I’m such a failure as your boyfriend, trying to figure out what you were planning for today and realizing that I barely know anything about you as a person. How awful is that?”
He hugged himself and hung his head, until firm but gentle hands gripped his wrists to pull them apart. Hitoshi’s arms were around him then, hands caressing his hair, his back – everywhere he could reach and whispering sweet nothings into Denki’s ear.
“You’re not a failure, kitten – far from it. Please don’t ever think that. I just don’t like to talk about myself much, but I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, okay? You’re amazing and beautiful, Denki. I would never want to be with anyone else.”
They just held each other for a very long time and Denki finally nodded. Sometimes it was hard to remember that they had only been in a proper relationship for about a week because it felt so much longer. Before that Hitoshi and him were friends, but not the especially close kind since Denki tended to make a fool of himself in front of someone he liked. Not that he was faring any better now, but somehow Hitoshi still wanted to be with him.
“Sorry Toshi, for being such a disaster. I’m just terrified of doing something that will make you decide I’m not worth it.”
Hitoshi’s hands were on his cheeks and made Denki look at him again. He fought the urge to turn away and tried to look into the other teen’s eyes instead. They were so full of warmth and love that it nearly took Denki’s breath away.
“That will never happen, Denki. Never. I’m glad you’re so honest with me about it though, that way I can make sure to properly take care of you.”
He swallowed thickly and leaned into Hitoshi’s touch, closing his eyes. He really didn’t deserve all of this and yet Denki was glad that he got it anyway.
“So, what do you say? Ready for a little adventure?”
Denki chuckled and gave Hitoshi a small smile, pressing a soft kiss to the other boy’s palm.
“Yeah, let’s go!”
Chapter 10: Juicy Strawberry
Notes:
Oof, I'm so sorry that this is incredibly late. I was stuck on another fic for a swap, so sadly DP went on the backburner.
But here you finally have the next chapter! And it's a long-ish one too! :3 Only a few more to go!
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They strapped the picnic basket to Hitoshi’s bicycle and after a bit of struggle and wobbling Denki finally managed to pedal down the street. It had been way too long but apparently it was true that you never forgot how to cycle. He followed his boyfriend and enjoyed the wind blowing through his hair. It was slightly cold, but the sun definitely made up for that.
Thankfully his earlier somber mood had dissipated somewhat and Denki was incredibly grateful that Hitoshi was so patient with him. It was scary and exciting how much he loved the other teen and while he still thought he didn’t deserve Hitoshi, Denki decided to just accept the fact that he had him anyway.
Hitoshi slowed down a bit so he could catch up and Denki gave him a brilliant smile. Sadly he wasn’t capable of riding the bike with just one hand on the handlebars or he would have taken his boyfriend’s hand.
“You doing okay?”
His voice was a bit breathy and Denki chuckled, nodding. By now they had left most of the city streets behind and entered a more rural area with lots of fields and trees. It was actually really nice and he vowed to explore more in the future.
“I’m fine! This is nice!”
The purple haired teen smiled at him and Denki felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. He still couldn’t really fathom that this was their first real date and that Hitoshi had gone to such lengths to come up with something special. They cycled in silence for a while and stole glances at each other now and then.
Denki felt himself blush more than once and wasn’t that ridiculous? After all the things they had done together something simple and innocent like this reduced him to a flushed mess. But then again – feeling Hitoshi’s gaze on him always had, even before anything happened between them.
Fewer and fewer people were around and he was secretly happy about that since he was craving proper alone time with his boyfriend. Here there was no squad, no teachers or anyone that could disturb them.
Suddenly Hitoshi stopped and Denki nearly crashed into him from behind. He smiled sheepishly as he almost fell off his bicycle and then struggled to get off properly without his pants getting caught in the wheel. Hitoshi had a hand pressed to his mouth and it was beautiful to see how he fought the laughter down until he couldn’t anymore. Tears were streaming down his face and Denki joined in not long after, clutching his own stomach desperately.
“I-I’m sorry, kitten ... but that was ...”
He was still wheezing and Denki slapped him lightly, mock-pouting.
“Hey! It’s not nice to laugh at your boyfriend! I could have hurt myself ... and you!”
Hitoshi smirked at him and took a step towards Denki, pulling him into his arms.
“I’m really sorry, kitten. I’m glad you’re okay, but let’s be real here – you’re still a klutz.”
Before Denki could say anything to retaliate, Hitoshi kissed him deeply and he all but melted against the other teen. His hands slipped under Hitoshi’s shirt and he ended the kiss, scrunching his nose up into a grimace.
“You’re all sweaty.”
Hitoshi snorted and just pulled him into another kiss, plundering Denki’s mouth until he nearly forgot his own name. With a dopey smile he wiped his hands on the other teen’s shirt, which earned him an eye roll. To be fair, he wasn’t fairing much better after the exercise and the sun beating down on them.
Taking in their surroundings, Denki discovered that they were at the edge of a huge flower field. It looked quite breathtaking. Hitoshi hugged him from behind and pulled him flush against his chest, hands gently rubbing over Denki’s belly and he leaned into the touch with a sigh.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? But not as beautiful as you ...”
The words were whispered into his ear and the hot breath tickling him made Denki shudder in Hitoshi’s embrace. He fought the urge to cover his face, but secretly loved the compliment and leaned back to press a sweet kiss to the other teen’s cheek.
Together they spread a blanket at the foot of a nearby tree and sat down next to each other. More kisses were shared between them, until Denki’s stomach suddenly decided to growl loudly. Hitoshi chuckled and rubbed it again, cocking his head to the side in question.
“You hungry?”
Of course the question was just rhetorical but Denki still nodded and made grabby hands at the basket. Hitoshi batted them away and pulled it into his lap, unpacking their food. They had mini sandwiches, tamagoyaki, tiny wiener sausages, lots of fresh fruit and chocolate cake. Just looking at all of it made Denki nearly salivate and Hitoshi chuckled at his awed expression.
“Papa wanted to cut the sausages into octopi but I could dissuade him at the last second.”
Denki gave Hitoshi a look of utter betrayal at the statement and pouted like a little kid.
“But I like them that way ...”
Wide purple eyes stared at him for a moment, then Hitoshi sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Should have known ... Here I try to be a grown up, but of course my boyfriend is still a toddler at heart ...”
Denki smacked him on the arm lightly.
“Hey! I’d be nice if I was you, or I might decide that I want to sleep alone tonight.”
Hitoshi looked at him in mock-horror and gasped dramatically.
“Well, we can’t have that!”
He grabbed one of the strawberries and held it in front of Denki’s mouth with a cute grin. Denki snorted but took the bait, opening his mouth and taking a bite. It was delicious, but very juicy and some of the juice dripped down his chin.
“Should have brought a bib for you, hm? Come here ...”
Gentle fingers gripped his chin and tilted Denki’s face up to give his boyfriend better access. Denki shivered as Hitoshi’s hot tongue licked up his neck and chin until he caught every last stray drop of juice. A breathy moan escaped him and he closed his eyes at the sensations that were assaulting him. Then Hitoshi’s lips were on his and his tongue pushed the rest of the strawberry into Denki’s mouth.
“Toshi ...”
Denki chewed, fell backwards onto the blanket and dragged Hitoshi on top of him, kissing him like his life depended on it. If things kept going like this they would probably end up fucking right then and there.
“Shit, kitten ... Can’t get enough of you.”
Hitoshi’s lips latched onto his neck and Denki whimpered when teeth scraped along the sensitive skin. Hickey after hickey was left along his throat and down to his collarbones and he cradled Hitoshi’s head gently, carded shaking fingers through soft purple hair.
“We ... need to ... stop ...”
Each part of the sentence was accompanied by a kiss and Denki giggled.
“Well, you’re the one who can’t keep his hands to himself.”
He was fixed with a contemplative look and then Hitoshi raised an eyebrow in question.
“Did you want me to?”
Pressing another kiss to his boyfriend’s lips Denki shook his head but struggled back into a sitting position.
“Hell no. But I’m really quite hungry ...”
Hitoshi sat up too and held the box of sandwiches out to him. Denki pouted, but took one.
“And here I thought you would keep feeding me.”
He bit into the sandwich and it only took a few seconds for Denki to polish it off completely. Hitoshi offered him another and chuckled.
“We both know where that will end, kitten. Sorry.”
Sadly he had a point there. They finished their food in silence and once he was satisfied, Denki rolled onto his side; chin in hand and just looked at Hitoshi.
“What?”
“You said you’d tell me everything I want to know ...”
He trailed off, suddenly feeling unsure, but Hitoshi moved so he was mimicking the position and smiled.
“Ask away.”
Denki wasn’t really sure what to ask first. Start with easy questions? Or with really personal things he badly wanted to know? Hitoshi seemed to sense his reluctance and grabbed his hand, tracing soothing patterns along the back of it with his thumb.
“Well ... I know you like cats, but what else do you enjoy? We’ve been friends for a while now but somehow all we ever talk about is hero stuff ...”
Hitoshi grinned and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
“I really enjoy bicycling, actually. Going somewhere by myself has always been my outlet when people harassed me because of my quirk. I also read a lot, but most of my books are with my dads so it’s not really obvious when you look at my room. Movies are nice too, as are videogames ... Just average teenager stuff, I suppose.”
The thought of others bullying Hitoshi because of his quirk made Denki sad and he squeezed the purple haired teen’s hand a little tighter. They had a lot of the same interests, which was nice to know.
“I love videogames and movies, but I gotta admit, I’ve probably never read an entire book in my life.”
He smiled sheepishly when Hitoshi laughed, but it made Denki unbelievably happy to know that he had caused the laughter and that his boyfriend was acting so carefree around him.
“Sorry, but somehow that really doesn’t surprise me.”
Denki lightly punched his shoulder and pouted yet again.
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
Hitoshi pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and grinned.
“I think reading is too boring for you, not enough of an outlet for all that energy you have.”
He couldn’t help but grin back and Denki knew that Hitoshi had hit the nail on the head.
“Heh, I guess you’re right.”
The grin morphed into a smirk and Hitoshi winked.
“I usually am.”
Another punch drew a chuckle from the purple haired teen.
“So ... Uhm ... What about your family?”
Hitoshi sobered up pretty quickly at the question and Denki almost wished he could take it back. A sigh escaped his boyfriend and he buried his face in Denki’s shoulder for a moment.
“You don’t have to tell me ...”
His voice was quiet and he hugged Hitoshi close with one arm.
“No, it’s okay. It’s just ... something I don’t like talking about. Sometime after my quirk manifested I landed in foster care because my mother was unable to deal with raising a ‘future villain’. People didn’t treat me very well and I still have some trust issues from that time.”
Again he sighed and Denki rubbed his cheek against Hitoshi’s, drawing him even closer.
“When I was ten Dad and Pops adopted me. It took a while for me to even slightly warm up to them, but they did their best and I’m really grateful for that. They’re amazing people, even if Dad doesn’t always seem that way.”
He chuckled and Denki joined him, nodding.
“They’re really protective of you, rightfully so.”
After hearing all of this Denki felt horrible for dumping his problems and insecurities on Hitoshi. Then again – a relationship went both ways, didn’t it? Giving and taking. So maybe it was okay. He would definitely be there for Hitoshi in whichever way he needed it.
“I still didn’t want them to intimidate you.”
It was amazing and at the same time quite jarring how much Hitoshi worried for him when Denki was the one that had a normal childhood and grew up with loving parents and siblings. From now on he would protect him at all cost, even if he didn’t actually need it.
“Don’t worry about me, you’re not gonna get rid of me that easily.”
He grinned and kissed Hitoshi before he got up and started towards the flower field.
“Catch me if you can!”
Hitoshi stared at him for a moment, then laughed and chased after Denki who started flat out running. They laughed and a few times Denki almost got caught, but twisted out of the way during the last possible moment. He cackled when Hitoshi full on charged him and they both fell into the flowers, limbs flailing everywhere.
Their gazes locked and they panted, smiling like lunatics. Denki cradled Hitoshi’s face in his hands and pressed a tiny kiss to his nose before he let go again and lay in the field like a starfish.
“You’re crazy.”
Laughing and still trying to catch his breath, Hitoshi’s head fell onto Denki’s chest and they stayed in that position for a while.
“Hm, but you love it!”
Denki grinned and poked his boyfriend’s cheek.
“Yeah, I really do.”
They were silent for a while, then Hitoshi lifted his head and looked at Denki. He moved upwards a bit so they were nose to nose and he could look down.
“When we get back ... come to my room with me?”
His intentions were more than clear. Denki nodded furiously and left a trail of kisses down Hitoshi’s neck, yearning to do more but he knew they had to wait. For a moment he hesitated, but then he looked at his boyfriend again, asking a question that had been on his mind for a while.
“Would you use your quirk on me this time?”
The way Hitoshi’s eyes darkened with lust was answer enough for him. God, the ride home was going to be pure torture.
Chapter 11: Mirror Mirror
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Denki sighed in relief when they finally arrived at UA again and he could get off the damn bicycle. His butt hurt from sitting on the uncomfortable seat for so long and with a boner it was even worse. He was desperate to be alone with Hitoshi too; behind closed doors. They chained the bicycles to a tree outside of their dorm building and shared little glances on the way to the elevator. Thankfully the common area was completely empty.
He leaned against the wall of the elevator and pulled Hitoshi close when the door closed behind them. Their lips met in a fevered kiss and Denki moaned low in his throat when Hitoshi’s hands slid under his shirt, caressing his sides. He’d agreed to go to his boyfriend’s room, but if Hitoshi was really going to use his quirk, Denki wanted that to happen in his own room. With a wet smack he ended their kiss and bit his lip, looking up at Hitoshi under his eyelashes. “Can we ... can we go to my room?”
Long fingers gently stroked his flushed cheeks as the other teen nodded and Denki smiled, leaning into the soft touch. He could feel Hitoshi’s hard cock pressing against his thigh and Denki was literally gagging to have it inside of him again.
“Anything for you, kitten.” The whispered words aroused him even more and Denki’s hands were shaking when he finally pressed the button for his floor. Hitoshi lightly bit his neck and he shivered, wanting more. The elevator arrived at his floor and they stumbled out of it, barely able to leave their hands off of each other to reach Denki’s room. It took a few tries to open the door, but finally they were alone and could go wild.
Hitoshi’s hand immediately went to his pants, popping the button open and sliding the zipper down way too slowly for Denki’s taste.
“Toshi ...” He whined the name and the purple haired teen nearly ripped his clothes off after that. Denki couldn’t help the smirk when he helped Hitoshi peel off his own too.
“I wonder how long that smug look will stay on your face, kitten.” Denki shivered and closed his eyes for a moment, desperately trying to calm down so he wouldn’t come on the spot. Hitoshi was so hot that it was wholly unfair. His gaze roamed over his boyfriend’s naked body and Denki licked his lips in anticipation. He loved that Hitoshi was so much taller and bulkier than him and god, that huge cock standing at attention made him salivate.
“How are you so hot ...?” The words were out of his mouth before Denki could stop himself, but he didn’t regret them when he saw Hitoshi’s gaze darken.
“Could ask you the same thing. You’re so beautiful, Denki ...” He almost jumped into Hitoshi’s arms and the other teen caught him, connecting their lips in another desperate kiss. Big hands squeezed his butt and Denki moaned, pressing himself closer. After a moment he moved back though and looked at Hitoshi, swallowing thickly. He wanted to know what it was like to give full control over to his boyfriend and just the thought of being at Hitoshi’s mercy made Denki shiver.
“What are you thinking?” His voice sounded lower than usual and Denki bit his lip hard. He’d already asked once, so he could definitely do it a second time.
“Your ... your quirk.” He knew that he sounded a little unsure. That wasn’t because he didn’t want it to happen – Denki was unsure whether Hitoshi would want to actually do it.
“You really want that? Are you sure?” The purple haired teen licked his lips and he looked almost ... excited? Well, that was a relief.
“God, yes ... I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I ... Uhm ...” He’d managed the first hurdle, but now he had to come clean about how he wanted it to happen. It suddenly made Denki feel a little self conscious. Would Hitoshi judge him for it?
“What, kitten? You have to trust me if you want to do this.” Instead of giving Hitoshi a verbal answer, Denki detangled himself from his boyfriend and pulled the mirror he had gotten Yaoyorozu to make out of the corner. It was covered by a sheet that he pulled off carefully, letting it slide to the floor. Their eyes met and Hitoshi had a calculating look that made Denki shake with nerves and anticipation.
“You want me to put you under in front of the mirror?” He nodded furiously, blushing up to his ears and squirmed a little.
“Yes ... I want to see ...” Hitoshi groaned and pulled Denki close, gently caressing his overheated skin.
“Fuck, that’s hot kitten.” He leaned into the touch and pressed a sweet kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek, then hid his face in Hitoshi’s neck.
“Y-Yeah?” Denki whispered and Hitoshi grabbed his chin, forcing eye-contact between them.
“Definitely. Are you ready?” Denki could feel the intent behind the question and his answered “Yes” sounded breathy and excited. Then he was under Hitoshi’s control and it was like nothing he had ever felt before. He could clearly see and hear the other teen, but he was just a silent observer in his own body.
“Turn towards the mirror, Denki.” Automatically his body turned itself and the experience was kind of surreal. Denki could see his own vacant eyes and the sight was almost scary. Hitoshi sidled up to him, put his chin on Denki’s shoulder and just looked at him through the mirror.
“Are you okay? Blink your eyes once if you are.” His eyes closed and opened quickly. He could feel goose bumps on his whole body and his cock twitched slightly. Hitoshi didn’t miss it.
“You’re liking this kitten, hm? Let’s try something else then ... Touch yourself for me.” Nothing happened and Hitoshi buried his face in the crook of his neck for a moment.
“Right, specifics. Put a hand on your abdomen and slowly slide it upwards, touch your nipples and tweak one of them between your fingers.” Denki watched in fascination as his hand rose and touched his abs, caressing the skin there before it went higher. His forefinger dragged against a nipple and he could feel himself shiver. It was strange to watch it all, to feel the gasp leave his mouth as his hand pinched the nipple, without consciously doing any of it.
“Good little kitten,” Hitoshi praised him and smirked, “let’s try this again then. Wrap your other hand around your cock and pump it a few times. Keep playing with your nipples, too.” Sensations flooded every fiber of his body, his own touch almost surreal. If he’d been capable of moving, Denki knew he’d be shaking like a leaf because it was all so overwhelming.
“Fuck, Denki … Watching you like this is so hot,” Hitoshi whispered and Denki moaned, or he thought he did, because no sound left his mouth. “Send a small electric impulse into your cock,” his boyfriend demanded and oh god. His own quirk hit him like a jolt, the feeling exquisite and yet too much, way too much.
“I can see you shiver, kitten. Does it feel good? I bet it does …” Denki wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. It was so intimate and slightly embarrassing, but he loved it. Hitoshi stepped closer, partly obscuring his view of the mirror. “Kneel.” His body immediately followed the command, dropping to both knees. In this position Denki was looking at Hitoshi’s legs because he was staring straight ahead.
“Now look at me.” His eyes found Hitoshi’s, who held the gaze for a moment then took his own cock in hand, giving it a few quick tucks. “Open your mouth for me, kitten … Open wide …” Denki felt his mouth open so wide that the stretch was almost uncomfortable, but he liked the little bit of pain. “Stick your tongue out,” he murmured and Denki obliged. He felt the silky skin of the head slide along his tongue as Hitoshi slowly pushed his cock past Denki’s lips and into the wet cavern of his mouth. “Just like that.”
“Close your lips around me, but not too tight …” he groaned and gasped when it happened. Denki felt all of the sensations but it was so weird to be more of an onlooker than a participant, even if it was his own body. He wanted to hollow his cheeks and suck Hitoshi deeper, wanted to swirl his tongue around the big cock in his mouth, suck him to completion. But he could do none of that, couldn’t even blink. “Now look at me, look into my eyes, but keep your mouth around my cock.”
Lavender eyes stared down at him and Denki felt the urge to look away, but he couldn’t follow through. Hitoshi’s hair was in even more disarray than usual, his mouth slightly open and Denki thought it was the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, kitten,” he panted and slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. All Denki could do was take it.
“Keep touching yourself, too … Swipe your thumb over the head of your cock …” The dual sensations of getting face-fucked and his own hand were a lot. Like this it was so much more intense than when he touched himself on his own. “Spread your legs a little more, so I can see, kitten.”
It was definitely more than what Denki had expected. The thought of being under like this had been so enticing and exhilarating, and it still was, but the feeling of being trapped, not being able to do what he wanted hit him hard. He didn’t know how to process all of it, was struggling. With dread he realized that they’d never established a way for him to end this if he couldn’t do it anymore.
Thankfully he could count on Hitoshi, who’d maybe noticed the lost look in his eyes. “Blink once if you’re still doing okay, twice if you need me to stop, kitten.” His eyes closed twice in rapid succession and suddenly the foggy sensation was gone, Hitoshi pulled out of his mouth and caught him at the last moment, because he was falling forward. Denki moaned desperately when he was freed, the echo of all the stimulation crashing over him like a tidal wave and he nearly screamed when it suddenly ripped an orgasm out of him.
“Oh my god …” he panted and closed his eyes, trying to get a grip.
“Are you okay kitten?” Hitoshi’s hands were drawing soothing circles on his back and Denki gasped for air after the intense orgasm. He clung to his boyfriend, eyes wide and shaking.
“I’m … I’m fine. That was … scary, but also amazing. Shit Toshi, holy shit.” Hitoshi chuckled and cradled him close.
“Scary but amazing? I’ll take it. Do you want to lay down some, kitten?” he gently asked and Denki nodded. Hitoshi lifted him like he weighed nothing and once again Denki marveled at how strong the other teen was.
“I’m all sticky though,” he murmured and blinked when Hitoshi’s cock poked his backside. “And what about you? You didn’t come … I’m sorry I couldn’t do it longer …” The old insecurities were resurfacing and he stared at the floor.
“Hey no, none of that. It’s fine, Denki. It was just an experiment and if you ever want to do it again, we can. Don’t feel bad, please.” He gently kissed Denki’s forehead, who sighed and nuzzled closer.
“Okay …” Hitoshi dropped him onto the bed and crawled over him, smirking. He spread Denki’s legs and swiped his tongue through the puddle of cum on his boyfriend’s abdomen. “W-What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing, kitten? You made a mess, so I’m cleaning you up.” The sight of Hitoshi like that was so incredibly arousing that Denki felt his dick harden again. “Oh, you like it? Gotta remember that …”
He whined and Hitoshi chuckled, rolling next to him and moved up the bed so he could kiss Denki. The kiss was all tongue and Denki could taste himself in it. “Do you have any idea how hot it was to watch you touch yourself at my command?”
“I think I do,” Denki murmured, thinking back to watching his hands move without doing anything. “I want to do it again, sometime,” he admitted and Hitoshi groaned.
“Me too, but now I want to make you feel good, kitten.” Gently he turned Denki onto his side and grabbed the lube that was on the nightstand. “Spread your legs for me … yeah, just like that.”
Quickly Hitoshi lubed up a finger and circled Denki’s hole, making him moan. “Shh kitten,” he murmured and Denki pushed his face into the covers. Hitoshi’s fingers felt so good that Denki was panting moments later.
“N-Need you now, please …” he begged and Hitoshi relented, pulling his fingers out.
“Okay, kitten … Just stay like that.” He moved behind Denki and propped up one of his legs, then guided his leaking cock to his hole. Slowly he pushed inside and tightly wrapped his arms around Denki when he bottomed out.
This position was new and Denki loved being this close to Hitoshi, who peppered his face with tiny kisses. The rhythm he set was slow, but still enough to set Denki on fire. Hitoshi’s hands traveled down his chest and abdomen, caressed the silky skin there, the drag of his cock giving just enough friction to keep Denki on edge.
“Toshi … Faster please,” he croaked out after a while and gasped when Hitoshi twisted one of his nipples.
“Patience, kitten. I want to take my time with you today. Will you let me?” Denki nodded and lifted one of his hands, pleading with his eyes. Hitoshi immediately took it and intertwined their fingers, while he continued to fuck him with slow, deep thrusts.
“You’re so beautiful, Denki.” He murmured the words against the skin of Denki’s throat and he shuddered, pressed his shoulders as close to his boyfriend’s chest as he could manage. Feelings overwhelmed him and Hitoshi kissed away the tears that were running down his cheeks.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, wanting to put his feelings into words. Hitoshi smiled, speeding up his thrusts. Denki whined and closed his eyes, holding onto the other teen’s hand desperately.
“Ah, I love you too … Do you even know what you’re doing to me, kitten? Not gonna last if you keep saying that …” He lightly bit Denki’s neck, eliciting a deep moan.
“That’s … that’s okay, Toshi. Ah … please …” Denki blinked away the tears and held Hitoshi’s gaze, who growled and flipped him over onto his front.
“On your knees, kitten,” he demanded and Denki scrambled to oblige his command. Big hands traveled down his exposed back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Hitoshi pushed back in and Denki grabbed the sheets between his fingers, holding on tight.
“Harder, please …” he begged and this time Hitoshi fulfilled his wish, thrusting his hips faster. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room next to Denki’s almost feverish moans that seemed to bring Hitoshi to the edge of insanity.
“So … good for me, my little kitten … so fucking tight …” he groaned, hands on Denki’s ass, pulling the cheeks apart slightly. “What a pretty sight you make like that …”
The praise was too much for Denki and he bit into the pillow, muffling his scream when he came unto the sheets. “Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight …” Hitoshi continued to thrust and the overstimulation almost made Denki beg for him to stop. “Just a little more …”
Suddenly he pulled out and Denki turned around, just as Hitoshi was coming all over his ass. “Toshi …” His boyfriend grinned and went to lay next to him, gasping.
“Figured what’s one more mess?” Denki snorted and lightly slapped his shoulder.
“You better shower with me later.” Hitoshi nodded and pulled him close.
“Of course. How are you feeling?” He was obviously concerned. Denki smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“I’m fine, just a little sore. Or well, a lot ... “ It wasn’t just the sex, their little cycling trip earlier had been hell on his muscles too. “Nothing a good night’s sleep can’t fix though.”
Hitoshi chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’m glad. I really enjoyed our date and hope you did too.” Denki nodded vigorously and moved into a more comfortable position. The sheets clung to his butt a little and he grimaced at the stickiness there.
“This is gross, I want a shower,” he complained, but Hitoshi didn’t look like he was going to get up anytime soon.
“Yeah yeah, cuddles first.” Denki sighed and draped his leg over Hitoshi’s.
“Fine.”
Chapter 12: Ask me again
Notes:
It's finally done! Thank you to everyone who stuck with me and this story, even though it took me forever to finish it! ♥♥
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Denki really wasn’t looking forward to having dinner with Hitoshi’s dads because they scared him. Especially Aizawa. Having the guy as his teacher was already bad enough, but as a future father in law? Maybe he should just make it easy for himself and jump off the next cliff.
“What’s on your mind, kitten?” Hitoshi asked and Denki sighed. They were walking across the UA grounds hand in hand, on the way to the dinner of doom™ Aizawa had invited them to.
“Ah, nothing much … Just scared? After that talk the other day I’m not exactly looking forward to more threats and interrogation.” He stared at their hands, feeling a little guilty, because this was Hitoshi’s family after all. His boyfriend sighed.
“I honestly can’t blame you. Papa won’t do anything, but Dad …” Denki squeezed his hand and Hitoshi’s thumb gently caressed the back of his knuckles. “If it gets too much, just tell me and we’re leaving. If he feels the need to turn a nice family dinner into a shitshow I’m not gonna stand for it.”
Denki couldn’t hide the smile at his fierce tone. It was so cute how much Hitoshi was looking out for him and protecting him. Could he ask for a better boyfriend? To be accepted and loved, regardless of all his flaws and issues was the most amazing feeling.
“Who knows, maybe it won’t be so bad? At least the food will be amazing!” he quipped and Hitoshi chuckled.
“This is one of the reasons I like you so much, kitten … You always find something positive and cheer people up.” Denki blushed at the praise, but smiled.
“Thank you Toshi,” he whispered and they stopped for a brief moment, sharing a sweet and gentle kiss.
“Almost there …” Hitoshi announced as they round a corner towards a door Denki had never noticed before. His boyfriend knocked twice and a moment later it swung open, revealing Present Mic in a pink ruffled apron. The sight was almost surreal.
“Ah, Hitoshi, Denki! Welcome boys! Come on in, dinner is almost done.” He ushered them inside and curious as he was, Denki didn’t dare linger and observe his surroundings. Aizawa was sitting at the dining table, his face as bored and non-descript as usual, but Denki could swear he saw his mouth twitch for a moment when Hitoshi entered.
“Ah, glad you could make it son. Kaminari.” He nodded in greeting and Denki did the same, halfway hiding behind Hitoshi. His boyfriend pulled out one of the chairs and gestured for him to sit down before taking the one next to him.
“It’s not like we had a choice,” Hitoshi grumbled and Aizawa shrugged.
“True. But it’s good to have you here once in a while. We miss you.” It was almost nice, if he wouldn’t feel so out of place, like he was some kind of intruder in their home.
“You see me during training all the time.” Before they could continue the conversation, Mic carried a tray of food into the room.
“Hitoshi, can you get the salad from the kitchen?” he asked as he carefully put it onto the table. Hitoshi looked torn, but got up and left the room. Immediately Aizawa’s eyes zoomed in on him and Denki wanted to sink into a hole.
“You look tense, Kaminari,” he started and twirled the end of his capture weapon around a finger. “Why is that?”
What was he supposed to answer? The truth? Or should he deny that he was scared shitless? “You scare me,” he blurted out and Aizawa smirked at him, clearly pleased.
“Good,” was all he said before Hitoshi returned with the salad bowl. Lavender eyes went to his dad and then to Denki, probably already suspicious. Mic grinned and winked at Denki before he took his place next to Aizawa.
“I hope you like Italian food, Denki.” Denki blinked and for the first time took a look at the steaming dish on the table. Lasagna, one of his favorites. His mouth started to water and Mic chuckled. “I’m guessing that’s a yes. Help yourself.”
He looked at Hitoshi, who grinned and nodded. Denki grabbed the spatula and cut off a generous piece, then dumped it onto his plate. Hitoshi followed his example, then passed him salad and bread. Denki accepted both with a smile, taking a bit of both. The food was absolutely delicious, even better than his mom’s, even though he would never dare to tell her. “This is amazing.”
Mic laughed and made finger guns in his direction. “Thank you, thank you! I’m glad you like it.” They ate in silence for a while, then Aizawa put his fork down, steepling his fingers together.
“So, I heard you two went on a date. Care to share some details?” Denki was about to swallow a piece of bread and managed to choke on it, coughing violently. Again Aizawa looked very pleased.
“No.” Hitoshi said and kept eating as if nothing happened. Denki stared at him, but grabbed his water glass, taking a big sip. Aizawa raised his eyebrows at the short answer, seemingly surprised.
“Whyever not, Hitoshi?” he inquired and Hitoshi sighed, putting down his cutlery.
“Because it’s none of your business, Dad. You’re just doing this to make Denki uncomfortable. Whatever you’re planning to run him off, I can assure you - it won’t work.” Aizawa looked strangely proud at this. Hitoshi was right though. Yeah, he was afraid of Aizawa, but he wouldn’t give in, Hitoshi was way too important for that.
“Ah, is that so? He looks ready to bolt though. Excuse the pun.” Denki snorted and immediately put a hand in front of his mouth, horrified. “See? Exactly what I mean.”
“Shouta, I think it’s enough now,” Mic said sternly and Denki was really grateful. “I’m sure that even you have noticed by now that Denki is serious about our son and won’t hurt him.” Aizawa grumbled, but went back to eating without further comments.
“Thanks Papa,” Hitoshi said and smiled. Mic waved him off.
“Not for that. He’s worried about you, but there’s such a thing as too much.”
After that the dinner went without a hitch, a little bit of small talk between them here and there. Denki was thankful when they were leaving though, the atmosphere still a little tense.
With a groan he rubbed his belly and trotted after Hitoshi. “Oh my gosh, I’m sooo full. But it was so good.” His boyfriend chuckled and poked him in the side.
“Your shirt looks a bit tight, Denki.” Denki didn’t like the teasing and pouted, crossing his arms over his chest, just to remove them again, groaning.
“You’re mean. I’m glad we survived though …” Hitoshi grabbed his hand and they slowed down a little bit.
“Yeah, me too. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Hopefully Papa will keep Dad in check from now on. He’s the only one who can.” Denki found it kind of funny that Mic had such power over Aizawa, but he would remember that in case of emergency. “Thank you for coming with me.”
His eyes widened and he turned to Hitoshi, who was very serious. “You don’t need to thank me, Toshi. I’d always come with you.” Hitoshi pressed a kiss to his knuckles and smiled.
“I’m so happy you’re mine, kitten,” he whispered and stepped closer. Denki smiled and closed the last gap between them.
“No, I’m happy that I’m allowed to be yours. It means everything to me.” Hitoshi’s arms closed around him and pulled Denki close.
“You’re everything, Denki. Everything I ever wanted. I love you.” His throat felt tight and Denki was fighting tears as Hitoshi kissed him, but he lost himself in the touch, feeling more loved than ever before. Their love was something huge and amazing and this was just the beginning of the rest of their lives together.
“They actually like you, you know? Dad is just always overprotective and doesn’t want to understand that I’m not a child anymore.” It was a relief to hear Hitoshi say that, because Denki didn’t know how he would cope with the constant tension.
“I think it’s great to see how much they care about you and that you have a loving family like that. You deserve the world.” Hitoshi squeezed him tight and Denki let him for a moment before wiggling in his boyfriend’s arms.
“Please stop me from eating so much next time,” he wheezed and Hitoshi laughed, burying his face into Denki’s hair.
“Okay, I’ll try. But you’re part of the family now, so Papa will try to feed you whenever he can, just you wait.” When the words registered, Denki froze on the spot, eyes wide.
“Do you really mean that?” he whispered and Hitoshi looked confused for a moment before he realized what Denki meant.
“Of course I do. I don’t plan on ever letting you go again.” Denki felt a lump in his throat and looked at Hitoshi with shiny eyes.
“Toshi … I don’t know what to say …” He trailed off and stared at the floor, completely overwhelmed by emotions. “When I think of the future, all I see is you. I don’t ever want to be with someone else. You’re it for me.”
Hitoshi gently grabbed his chin and forced Denki to look at him. “I feel the same, Denki. You’re it for me too. I want to graduate UA with you, I want to become your hero partner and … one day I want to marry you. I want the whole world to know how lucky I am that you’re mine.”
Denki could only stare, tears running down his cheeks. He’d felt so inadequate, people always made fun of him and yet … Here was this person, his Hitoshi, who didn’t care about all of that, who just loved him with all of his heart. A brilliant smile blossomed on his face because he was so happy.
“Is that your way of proposing?” he joked and Hitoshi chuckled, then shrugged.
“Maybe it is. Would you say yes, if it was?” Denk didn’t even have to think about that.
“I would. But … ask me again when we graduate.” Hitoshi’s gaze was fierce when he cradled Denki’s face and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Deal.”
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