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Tenya could tell his mouth was hanging open in a ridiculous expression of shock. His throat was so dry that he could barely speak, even after several attempts at clearing his throat. But Midoriya seemed remarkably composed, gazing at him steadily from where he was kneeling between Tenya’s spread legs.
“Can I?” he asked again. Leaning his cheek against the inside of Tenya’s knee, he slid both hands slowly up along Tenya’s thighs, towards — oh no — the slowly swelling hardness in his pants.
“M-Midoriya,” Tenya croaked —and had to pause again to recentre himself, closing his eyes and taking a few slow breaths through his nose. When he looked down again, Midoriya still hadn’t moved. “Wh-what are you…?”
“You never take time for yourself,” Midoriya said, inexplicably. Tenya was always taking time for himself: to train, and study, and fulfill his responsibilities to the class. But Midoriya seemed so sincere, his eyes wide and sure as his thumbs crept along the creases of Tenya’s thighs.
Tenya gulped, and his desk chair creaked under him as he shifted. “I don’t believe that’s true—”
“I want to make you feel good,” Midoriya continued. His knees spread wider as he shuffled closer; Tenya couldn’t help the way his eyes darted down to the obvious bulge in his friend’s shorts. His throat bobbed with a slow, painful swallow. “Let me?”
Tenya felt himself throb as Midoriya slowly crept his fingertips forwards to brush along the outline of his hardening cock. Even through his pants and underwear, that lighter than light touch made his heart race.
“I… I-I’ve never — that is to say—”
“It’s okay.” Midoriya smiled up at him, kind and honest. “I’ll take care of everything.”
Tenya’s hands curled tight into the arms of his chair. His eyes fell shut again as, slowly, he nodded. His heart almost battered its way out of his chest when he felt Midoriya’s deft, crooked fingers slide up to work on the fastenings of his pants. They made short work of the button and zip, tugging at Tenya’s pants and briefs together until all of a sudden, he was bare.
“Oh,” Midoriya murmured.
Tenya’s face felt like it was overheating, the sensation of cool air on his skin suddenly so intense he could hardly contain himself. “I-I’m—”
“Beautiful,” Midoriya said softly, curling one hand around the base. Tenya felt himself throb at the touch. “So beautiful, Iida.”
“Tenya,” he blurted. His hands gripped the chair until his knuckles turned white, but he forced his eyes to open. The sight of his friend, on his knees and hard in his shorts, fingers gently stroking along Tenya’s shaft, made his head spin. “If we’re going to do this, then… please call me Tenya.”
Midoriya blinked once, before his mouth curled into a slow smile. “Tenya,” he said softly, wrapping his other hand around Tenya’s cock along with the first before guiding the head in between his lips.
Tenya’s head fell back against the chair with a thud, a shaky moan spilling from him unbidden. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt: wet, velvet-soft, and warm — so much hotter than his hand. And when Midoriya slipped his tongue forwards, lapping back and forth around the tip…
“Mmh,” Tenya sighed, as pleasure bloomed sweetly in his spine and down his thighs.
His legs twitched to close, but Midoriya moved one hand to gently hold them apart, dipping his head to take Tenya deeper into his mouth. His eyes were half-lidded, lashes fluttering above darkened eyes that stayed fixed on Tenya’s face. His cheeks were flushed, his lips shiny and pink around Tenya’s girth.
Tenya couldn’t help but wonder if he had done this before. But it seemed terribly impolite to ask.
His nails bit hard into the arms of the chair as Midoriya began to bob his head, sliding Tenya’s cock back and forth between his soft lips. His mouth felt incredible; slick, tight heat that wrapped around him and stroked so perfectly. He was making quiet noises too, hums and moans that reverberated into Tenya’s body as he pressed down, sharp breaths through his nose when he pulled back up to let his hand take over. Before long, Tenya’s whole length was glistening with spit, and tears were shining in the corners of Midoriya’s eyes.
“Midoriya—”
“No,” he panted. He had pulled almost all the way off, leaving just his lower lip and the tip of his tongue smeared across the crown of Tenya’s cock. It looked incredible; messy, yet gorgeous. “Call me Izuku.”
“I can’t—!”
“You said it yourself,” Midoriya panted. Dipping his head, he traced the underside of Tenya’s cock with his tongue, following the path of a vein up to the crown. “If we’re going to do this — call me Izuku.”
Hesitantly, Tenya moved one hand to cup the back of his friend’s head, fingers lacing through soft dark curls. “Alright…”
His chest warmed and swelled when Midoriya — no, Izuku — made a low noise of approval in the back of his throat. His cheeks hollowed as he sank back down onto Tenya’s cock, far enough that Tenya felt the tip nudge against something smooth and slick, fluttering in the back of Izuku’s throat. Izuku jolted, his hand squeezing tighter around the base.
“Are you alright?” Tenya gasped, his hand tightening involuntarily. Izuku moaned again, laving his tongue along the underside as he struggled to nod. Leaving one hand stroking what he couldn’t fit in his mouth, he walked his other hand along the inside of Tenya’s thigh, starting at the knee and moving further in between his legs. Tenya was mesmerised, eyes flicking back and forth between the hand sliding up his thigh, the bulge in Izuku’s shorts, and Izuku’s reddened lips stretched out around his cock.
Once that hand reached the apex of Tenya’s legs, it turned and dipped swiftly under his waistband. Tenya couldn’t help his groan when his balls were suddenly cradled in a coarse, warm palm.
“Ahh…” Tenya sank further down on his chair, spreading his legs wider to allow better access. “Mido — I-Izuku, oh, that feels…”
Izuku hummed approvingly, pumping his mouth and hand together as he reached further between Tenya’s legs. Tenya was breathing hard, so loud that he could feel his face darken with embarrassment — but it felt far too good to stop. The pressure was perfect: that gentle palm cupping his balls, fingertips swirling and stroking at the delicate skin behind them, a thumb tracing along the seam. Combined with the frankly obscene sensation of Izuku’s mouth and hand wrapped around his cock, it was enough to make his legs shake. Tenya’s hand was slippery with sweat where it gripped the arm of his chair, and he could feel his body aching to move: to thrust forwards into that wet, willing heat.
“I’m close,” Tenya managed, fighting as hard as he could against the urge to move. “I — oh — Izuku, I’m…”
Izuku’s moan bubbled out from between tight lips and slick skin, but he didn’t slow. If anything, he went harder: pressing his head down until his throat spasmed again, tears welling up and spilling over. Tenya gasped, his grip tightening involuntarily in Izuku’s hair before he yanked his hand away to bite at his knuckles. His hips were twitching, making short bucking motions upwards — and before he knew what was happening he was coming, biting hard on his fist as his cock pulsed and spilled into Izuku’s mouth. Izuku shivered but didn’t stop, milking him with lips and tongue and both hands, his throat working to swallow everything he was given. Finally he pulled back, his wet eyelashes quivering and sending more tears spilling down his cheeks as he blinked rapidly.
“Ah,” Tenya gasped once he’d recovered his senses somewhat, “I’m so sorry — are you alright? Did I hurt you? Was that—?”
“It was good,” Izuku said — and oh no, his voice was hoarse, his eyes red-rimmed as he wiped his mouth and looked up.
“Are you sure?” Tenya’s hands hovered next to Izuku’s face, too nervous to make contact. “I’m so sorry — I didn’t mean to—”
“But I did,” Izuku interrupted, tipping his head to rest one cheek in Tenya’s palm with a shy smile. “That was exactly what I wanted, Tenya.”
“A-are you still… That is, should I…?”
“It’s okay!” Izuku flushed slightly. “I, um, I don’t need it.”
“Oh.” Tenya blinked down at the wet spot slowly spreading in the front of Izuku’s shorts. “I see.”
Izuku giggled at that, a bright, joyful sound. His legs wobbled slightly as he got to his feet, but Tenya managed to catch him before he went too far. Izuku dropped heavily into his lap, sending them both rolling backwards until the chair skittered to a stop beside the bed.
“I might need to borrow some pants before I go, though,” Izuku said sheepishly, his head resting easily on Tenya’s chest.
Tenya couldn’t help the way his heart sank. “Oh. Well… you’re welcome to, of course.”
Izuku shifted to look up at him. “But?”
“Well!” There was no hiding the way Tenya flushed, even as he turned away. “But you — you’re also welcome to, er, to stay. If you’d like to.”
Izuku’s eyes went wide, and a beautiful crimson spread across his cheeks. “Okay!” he squeaked, his voice suddenly a full octave higher than Tenya was expecting. “I, uh, yeah. I’d like that, Tenya.”
Slowly, Tenya allowed his arms to settle around Izuku’s waist. “Alright,” he said quietly, pulling just a little tighter. “So would I.”