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“So, were you going to tell me that you were back in the country, or was I supposed to find out from twitter like everyone else?”
Shit.
And here you were, thinking you’d be able to get in and out of the agency without being detected.
“Keigo,” you say, sounding much calmer than you feel. You turn around slowly, setting down the papers you were holding like you hadn’t been in the middle of frantically shoving them into a briefcase not 30 seconds ago. “Hi.”
Takami Keigo is standing in the doorway of your office, in all his full Wing Hero: Hawks glory, looking like he’s fresh off patrol. Well, you know he’s fresh off patrol since you had specifically timed your trip to the agency for when you thought he’d be all the way across the city. Evidently, you were wrong. You grimace.
“Well, don’t look too excited to see me,” Keigo drawls sarcastically. He steps fully into your office and closes the door behind him, standing in front of it.
You briefly contemplate diving through the window to avoid the impending doom of this confrontation.
Keigo, as if reading your mind, casually sends a small cluster of feathers to close and latch the window. They whip right past you on their return flight back to him, ruffling your hair a bit. He does it because he knows how much it annoys you. You’d almost forgotten how adept Keigo is at dealing with you. It usually makes him a good Hero Partner, but right now all it’s doing is trapping you in conversations that you very much do not want to have right now.
“So?” Keigo looks at you expectantly.
“I, uh, ended up getting switched to an earlier flight than the one planned and since I’m technically off for a few more days I thought I’d… just…do some work at home— what’s so funny?”
Keigo started chuckling half-way through your lie.
“Nothing, just thinking that it’s cute that you still think you can lie to me convincingly.”
You bristle at the accusation even though he’s right. You were lying.
“I was on an earlier flight, I gave the agency my flight information—”
“––Which didn’t match the plane tickets you bought,” Keigo interrupts.
Your eyes narrow. “And you know that because?”
Keigo shrugs, smirking. “I have access to your financial records, remember? Hero Partners, emergency contacts, business partners— hell, the only thing we aren’t is married. Yet.”
You ignore that last comment. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t dig through my bank statements, thanks.”
“And I would appreciate it if my Hero Partner didn’t take an overseas solo mission just to avoid me, but here we both are.”
You don’t really know what to say to that.
Keigo doesn’t crowd you, which you appreciate. He’s stayed standing in front of the door, making no move to invade your personal space like he usually would. Despite his efforts to give you space and appear non threatening, you are beginning to feel like a trapped animal.
Which is ridiculous. This is your office, in your agency. Granted, yes, it’s his agency, too. And yes, you do owe him an explanation, but—
You’re not emotionally prepared to sort through the mess that is you and Keigo’s relationship right now.
Keigo softens. He’s always too good to you, a fatal flaw.
“Look, I don’t want to fight,” he says quietly, giving you a small, gentle smile. “I just want to talk. Can we do that, baby?”
You panic. You reach out with your quirk and pull the fire alarm.
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Thirty minutes later, you are standing on the sidewalk outside your agency and apologizing to the lovely firemen that rushed to aid in your nonemergency.
“I’m so sorry about all this,” you tell the lead firewoman, pouring as much charm out as you can so you can get this over with quicker. “I reached out with my quirk and thought I was pulling a pen towards me, but I accidentally pulled the alarm. I must be more jetlagged than I thought.”
“Yes, well, accidents happen.” The firewoman cracks a smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I guess even big shots like Precious Metal can make mistakes, huh?”
You lean into her joke. “I may be the number 2 hero, but I guess I still can’t tell the difference between a pen and a fire alarm, huh?”
She giggles a little. “Those are two pretty different things.”
You shrug. “Metal is metal to my quirk. Sorry again for the inconvenience. I’m glad we had such an understanding fire crew come to our rescue. And it was lovely to meet you.”
The firewoman opens her mouth to respond, but stops short, eyes on something over your shoulder. You sense Keigo step up behind you, standing so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body. You turn your head to see him practically looming over you, wings slightly puffed up.
“Are we done here?” he asks flatly.
The firewoman clears her throat, all traces of amusement gone from her face. “Yes, Hawks-san. My guys should be done clearing the building, just standard procedure, you know. We’ll be out of your hair now.”
“Good,” is all he says, lacking his usual charisma.
Keigo’s eyes remain locked on the firewoman as she nervously turns and walks away. You wait until she’s out of earshot before rounding on him.
“Keigo, that was rude.”
Keigo’s eyes snap to you. “No, what’s rude is you pulling the fire alarm to get out of talking to me and then flirting with a firewoman while I try to reassure our staff that there is no fire, my Hero Partner’s just a dumbass.”
You wince. “I wasn’t flirting— look, can we talk about this inside?”
The commotion has gathered a small crowd. Your employees, administrative staff and sidekicks alike, have begun shuffling back inside now that it’s clear that the building isn’t on fire, but the civilians remain. You hear a few gasps of recognition, a few people call out “Precious! Over here!” and “Precious, you’re back!” Great, there goes your plan of laying low for a few days. It’s bad enough that your return was trending on twitter, and now you’ll get to see this whole fiasco on the evening news. You send the crowd a winning smile and a wave, regardless. Not their fault you’ve caused a scene. Honestly, you’ve brought this upon yourself.
Keigo turns to greet the crowd, also doing damage control. He grins widely.
“We are going to talk about this,” he says to you under his breath, still smiling, “but not here.”
The two of you sign a few autographs and take a few selfies, just enough to appease the crowd, before bowing out. You briefly contemplate trying to slip away, but Keigo plants a firm hand on your shoulder and you get the message loud and clear. Stay put. No more games.
Keigo steers you inside the agency and into the elevator.
“I’m flying us to my place,” he tells you, pushing the button for the floor with your offices. His favorite take-off point is through the window of his office.
“Can we stop by the vending machines first? I’m starving.”
Keigo cuts a sideways glance at you. He sighs.
“Have you eaten since getting off the plane?”
“Yes.”
“Coffee doesn’t count as a meal.”
“... No.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, looking incredibly annoyed.
“Okay, we’re stopping for dinner first, and then I’m flying us to my place and we’re actually gonna talk. Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You bite your lip, wanting to ask for something but not wanting to push Keigo any more than you already have.
He reads it on your face anyway.
“You wanna eat at Masaki-san’s?”
“God, yes please. I’m craving katsudon.”
Keigo turns his face to hide his fond smile, but it’s too late. You’ve seen it.
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It’s really not that complicated.
You are in love with Takami Keigo, and that’s just not allowed.
Keigo is… everything. He’s your Hero Partner, your first speed dial number, the bane of your existence, the only person to ever truly know you for you, not Pro Hero Precious Metal. He annoys you endlessly. He’s your best friend.
You absolutely cannot be in love with him.
Because, love fades. Or it twists, morphs into something stifling or ugly or sometimes monstrous. It shifts, flows out of your hands like liquid mercury, and is gone in a flash of silver.
But this— what you have with Keigo— is constant. It’s steady. It’s something you can’t lose. You refuse to. Besides all of your employees and the people you save and the longlist of things that will go wrong if Japan’s number 2 and 3 Pros decide to dissolve their partnership, you know that you won’t survive losing Keigo. You will turn into a completely different person. Someone that only knows how to fake bravado and wave winningly from the middle of villain fights. Someone that doesn’t spend weekends laughing at bad reality TV on their best friend’s couch. Maybe the Post-Keigo-you will only ever smile if there’s a camera pointed at you.
You will never know. Because you aren’t going to lose him.
Keigo always said you never knew when to give up, but that’s not true. You know when to cut your losses, when to make your sacrifices. Lose the battle to win the war, right? You know when to give up.
And this? This is you giving up.
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“Kids!” Masaki greets you.
“Hi, Masaki-san!”
Masaki comes to greet you and Keigo, shuffling you two through the doorway and into your usual table. It’s a cramped shop, tucked into a row of similarly tiny businesses. There’s a TV blaring in the background and the tables are perpetually sticky. It’s your favorite restaurant in the whole world.
“You haven’t stopped by in so long,” Masaki complains. He automatically sets down two strawberry ramune bottles on your table. “Have you been cheating on me?”
“Sorry, Masaki-san, we’ve discovered a new place,” Keigo teases. “Little ramen shop in block 5. It’s got even shittier chairs, if you can believe it.”
“Buy me new chairs if you hate these ones so much!”
“I’ve been trying to.”
Masaki laughs and disappears into the back kitchen without bothering to take your orders. He knows what you want anyway.
You and Keigo have been going here since you were teenagers, both stuck in the HPSC’s glorified child-soldier training program. You still remember the first time you and Keigo stumbled upon Masaki-san’s, having snuck out of the dorms after a particularly grueling training session. The two of you had followed a trail of hero school students, wanting to know what normal teenagers do after school and had ended up ducking into Masaki-san’s shop after Keigo spotted one of your handlers searching the street for you.
Masaki took one look at the pair of you— two anxious, sheltered kids who were convinced their only purpose in life was to fight villains— and offered you a meal, on the house. You’ve been coming back ever since.
“We need to find him a better shop,” Keigo says to you, idly picking at the peeling laminate on the table. “Or, at least buy out this lot so he stops having to pay rent.”
“You know he’s never going to let us. He’s convinced we’re still kids scraping together our allowance to buy a single bowl of ramen.”
“One day,” Keigo vows, “I’m gonna convince that stubborn bastard to let us take care of him.”
You smile. Keigo smiles back.
When Keigo smiles, one of his incisors pokes out a little and digs into his bottom lip. You want to lean across the crappy, rickety table and kiss him.
Instead, you break eye contact and pick up your ramune. You settle the cap on the top of the bottle and strike it with your palm to break the seal. The glass ball inside plinks and the soda fizzes, pink bubbles rising to the surface. You take a sip to take your mind off the way Keigo is watching you. Finally, you crack.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he replies. He props an elbow on the table and rests his face in his palm, gazing at you steadily. “It’s just good to see you. I missed you.”
You flush.
“I was gone a week,” you mumble.
“We’re usually not separated that long,” Keigo points out. “We’re usually not separated at all.”
He hasn’t looked away once. You squirm a little, fidgeting with your soda.
“How was the flight?”
“It was alright.” You wrinkle your nose. “Twelve hours. You would’ve hated it. I was stuck next to some American businessman who wouldn’t stop talking about cryptocurrency.”
Keigo hums with sympathy. “The Commission didn’t shell out for first class?”
You roll your eyes. “You know they wouldn’t. Besides, the HPSC didn’t book my flight, the World Heroes Association, international mission and all.”
Keigo hums with understanding. He asks you a few more casual questions about your mission, keeping the mood light. You get the feeling he’s trying to make sure you don’t run again, at least before you’ve gotten the chance to eat. You fill him in on all the mission details, talking to fill the time until your food is ready.
Masaki comes back. He sets a steaming bowl of katsudon in front of you, and chicken katsu curry in front of Keigo. You both thank him. Masaki moves to leave you two to your meal, but he pauses.
“You’re being good to him, aren’t you?” he asks you suspiciously. You choke.
“Wha– I, uh? Yes? I am?”
Keigo chuckles. “Hey, shouldn’t you be asking me that?”
Masaki looks at you knowingly for a moment, before smiling again, joking, “Please, Keigo-kun, I remember how this one would boss you around when you were teens!”
“Only had to because I was a dumbass,” Keigo says, smiling at you affectionately.
You snort. “Was implies that you aren’t still a dumbass.”
“Asshole,” Keigo says fondly.
“Hey!”
“What? You started it.”
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You did start it.
You’re the reason you're both in this mess.
It was a friday. Since starting your hero agency together, you’ve both had a lot more responsibilities than you did as sidekicks. You missed the days when Gang Orca would make the hard decisions for you, and your only job was to fling metal debris at villains or levitate sheet metal to shield bystanders. Now, you have board meetings and finance meetings and meetings that are meetings but should really just be emails. You have to train sidekicks and, now that UA has started sending you interns, you have to babysit. Even with a Partner, it’s a lot. You and Keigo split your duties evenly, but it means you ironically don’t get a lot of time together.
Except for fridays. Fridays are your joint patrol days.
It was late in the afternoon, and your shift was over.
You use your quirk to levitate the metal plates on the bottoms of your boots so you can hover next to Keigo, who was perched on the roof of your agency’s building.
“Hey, birdbrain,” you greet. “Why aren’t you getting changed? I thought we were gonna start on the paperwork together.”
It was a fairly uneventful patrol, but the two of you still managed to stop fifteen separate crimes together. Small events, but you still needed to write up incident reports for all of it. When you got back to the agency, Keigo waved you ahead. He said he’d meet you in your office, that he just had to take care of a few things first. You gave it thirty minutes before you strapped your boots back on and went to go look for him.
And here he is. Brooding.
Keigo rolls his eyes at the nickname, but beckons for you to sit on the ledge next to him, feet dangling. You settle next to him and he automatically extends a wing to tuck you up against himself.
“Just wanted a minute, I guess.”
You peer up at him. “You okay?”
He keeps his gaze on the skyline, where the sun has begun to set in a bright orange blaze. The dying light paints his face in shades tangerine and gold.
“I’m… happy,” is all he says.
“Okay,” you say slowly. You’re failing to see how this is a problem fitting a dramatic Rooftop Sulk Session.
“I guess I just never thought I’d make it here.”
His wing wraps a little tighter around you, and that’s when you notice he’s also snaked an arm around your waist. Being with him is just so natural that you barely register tactile little gestures like this anymore.
“Keigo, you never thought you’d be happy?”
He looks down at you, smiling at the concern written all over your face.
“Don’t look so upset. I just meant that I… I don’t know. This isn’t where I thought I’d be. Kinda thought I’d be the HPSC’s attack dog for the rest of my life.”
You grimace. “Yeah, well now we are the HPSC’s attack dog. They really just point us at a problem and expect it to be gone by the end of the week.”
Keigo snorts. “At least we’re an us. I don’t think I could’ve done it alone.”
“Aren’t you glad the HPSC bought me from the World Heroes Association, then?” You joke.
It’s an old joke between the two of you. You came under the HPSC’s care as a part of an “exchange program” of young heroes that the WHA put together. You’re almost positive you were bought from the HPSC equivalent program of the country you were originally from. A quirk like yours is powerful, after all, and you were a remarkably precocious and well-behaved kid. You’d learned early that being charming would get you far. You had tumbled across the globe as part of the exchange program since you were a kid, too young to remember anything else. After they transferred you to Japan, you put your foot down.
You wanted to stay here.
You wanted to stay with Keigo. And Keigo was willing to bargain away his own contract with the HPSC to get you to stay.
Keigo doesn’t make a crack about selling you back to the WHA like he’d usually do. Instead he just cocks his head to the side thoughtfully.
“I’m glad it was you,” he says finally, looking back at the sunset. “I think it had to be you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”
Your throat constricts because that— well, that’s exactly what you think. What you’ve always thought. It had to be Keigo; it could have never and will never be anyone but Keigo, for you. When you proposed the idea of being Hero Partners to get out of the more restrictive aspects of your HPSC contracts, you pitched it to him as a partnership of convenience, but that’s not what it was for you. It was never just about convenience, it was about him. It was about legally binding the two of you in the closest thing to a marriage as you would allow yourself.
If Keigo had said no, you wouldn’t have asked anyone else to be your Hero Partner.
Keigo continues to silently look over the city. The wind lightly ruffles his hair, touseling it artfully. His eyeliner is a little smudged from the long patrol, the inner eye corners not as sharp as they were this morning. He’s the picture of a young, handsome hero. He’s more than that.
He’s home, to you.
You curl in closer to him. If anyone asks, it’s because it’s cold up here. The two of you watch the sun go down quietly, until the building windows around you stop reflecting the sunsets glow and dusk settles heavily onto the city, dousing it in muted pastel blues and dusty purples.
“Hey,” you prod Keigo gently, when it really does become too cold for you to stand. “Let’s go home.”
Keigo quirks an eyebrow. “The paperwork?”
“Fuck the paperwork,” you say. You smile sharply. “I’ll make Bakugo do it.”
Keigo chuckles. “You can’t keep making our sidekicks do our paperwork as punishment. What’d he do this time?”
“He blew up the coffee machine in the breakroom. I was livid.”
As the two of you head back inside the agency, you update Keigo on the recent events with your sidekicks. It was your turn to manage them this week and you swear they only pull dumb shit when it’s your turn to lead them. You drop by both of your offices to gather your things before making your way to Keigo’s apartment.
It’s automatic, at this point. You two don’t get a lot of time together at the agency and you’ve recently started making up for that by staying over at his place. His guest bedroom is practically yours at this point, and the commute is much easier when you can just make Keigo fly you both to work instead of you having to brave the subway alone.
Keigo lets you chatter the entire way home, only occasionally interrupting with his own snarky comments. He piggy-back carries you, and you both graciously ignore the fact that, technically, you could fly by yourself with your quirk and your metal boots. You wrap up your story just as you arrive home. Keigo lands gently on the balcony, bending to let you jump down from his back. He begins disabling his various locks and alarms so he can let the two of you into the apartment.
“You know,” he says, scanning his palm against the electronic reader, “you’re pretty good with them. The kids, I mean.”
“Keigo, they’re adults with full hero licenses, and I was just telling you about how Todoroki tried to fight the chief of police, right in front of me.”
Keigo chuckles fondly. “Yeah, and you talked him out of it, right? I think the only people he actually listens to are you and Midoriya.”
You groan. “Don’t get me started on Midoriya. He apologized to me for getting hit by a bus. Like, what am I even supposed to do with that?”
Keigo disables the final lock with a soft electronic click. The balcony doors swing inward and the lights inside the apartment turn on automatically, casting a warm glow out onto the balcony.
Keigo pauses in the doorway.
“You’re a good mentor,” he says. “You’re good for them. You’re good for everyone, you’re just— you’re so good, you know?”
“I’m the number two hero, I’d like to think I’m a little better than good,” you joke, trying to cover up how much the compliment flusters you.
“I mean it,” Keigo says. “You’re… incredible. I never get used to it, just how amazing you are.”
Your heart stops.
Keigo is— he’s gorgeous. He stands in the balcony doorway, backlit by the warm lights of the apartment behind him. It halos his hair in golden light, catching the edges of his wings in a brilliant crimson. And he’s looking at you with so much awe, so much open adoration that it makes your face go hot and your hands go cold. He doesn’t try to cover up the compliment with his usual teasing. He just lets it hang in the air as he watches you, resplendent in the light.
Your eyes flicker down to his mouth. You can’t help it. You never stepped away after hopping down from his back, and now that he’s turned around, you’re chest to chest. His mouth is right there, soft and curled in a wicked little smile that you know is all for you.
“It’s about time,” he says softly, shifting closer, “isn’t it?”
“Time for what?” you ask absently. You sway forward, caught in his orbit.
He doesn’t answer you. Just waits for something he seems to be sure is coming.
You know what he was asking, even if you don’t want to admit it. Because he’s right, to be so sure, to be waiting so patiently. What’s coming is inevitable.
You kiss him.
Kissing Keigo is like flying for the first time. Your stomach flips, hands coming up instinctively to hold onto his shoulders for balance. He’s so warm. His hands make their way to your waist, cradling you gently against him, squeezing softly. He handles you like he’s holding something precious. He captures your bottom lip between his and you feel— you feel weightless, you feel exhilarated. You sweep your tongue across the seam of his lips and he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer, and you can feel yourself defying gravity. He makes a low, desperate noise as your hand makes its way into his hair, tugging through gently. You can feel yourself falling even harder for him, hitting terminal velocity and—
— in a moment of clarity, you realize exactly what you’ve done.
You pull back, slower than you mean to. Keigo chases your mouth for a moment before his eyes slide open, confused.
“Mmh?” he mumbles. “Baby? What’s wrong?”
And that— that’s too much. You tear yourself out of his arms, stumbling back.
“I don’t— I, um—”
And then, because you can’t explain and because you’re a coward, you run. You vault over the edge of the balcony and use your quirk to zip yourself away as fast as you can, ignoring Keigo calling after you.
The next day, you take an overseas solo mission from the WHA.
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You try not to let the deja vu hit you too hard as Keigo carefully deposits you on his balcony after flying the two of you back from Masaki’s.
Thankfully, Keigo doesn’t let you linger too long on the balcony. He unlocks the door and ushers you in quickly.
You take a step into the apartment and stop, wrinkling your nose.
“You changed something,” you say to him. He turns back to look at you, curious. “What changed?”
Keigo looks amused. “I don’t know, love, you tell me.”
You ignore the endearment.
“Did you… get a new air freshener?”
“Yup,” Keigo says, popping the p. He’s lying. He sets down his things heavily, dropping them onto the floor and then making a beeline for the couch. He looks pointedly from you to the spot next to him, attitude apparent.
“Oh,” you say. “You’re mad.”
Keigo’s eyes flash. “Gee, what gave it away.”
Despite yourself, you shrink inwards. You gingerly sit on the couch, as far from him as you can. You never should have kissed him. He hates you now.
“I— I’m sorry, Keigo, it won’t happen again, and I won’t—”
“I’m not mad about the kiss,” Keigo interrupts. “I’m mad that you won’t talk to me. I’m mad that instead of staying and working out our problem— or whatever problem you think we have, because honestly I don’t have a problem with you— instead of that, you ran away to the other side of the world and ignored me for a week and a half.”
“I— you’re right. I’m sorry I ran, I was just scared—”
Keigo barks out a laugh, bitter. “Scared? Of what, me? That’s bullshit and we both know it. You’re not scared of anything.”
“Yes, I am!” you explode, suddenly just as angry. “I’m terrified, Keigo, all the time. You always talk about me like I’m perfect, like I’ve never had doubts or been afraid and it’s not true!”
“I know that!” Keigo pauses, then gentles his tone. “I know you’re not your media persona, I just— sometimes you feel so far away. So above it all. I just want you to lean on me. Talk to me. That’s what partners are for.”
You nod. “Yeah. Okay. I, uh… I don’t know where to start.”
Keigo shifts a little in his seat. “How about we start with the kiss?”
Your face is on fire. “Oh. That.”
You see a flash of pain on his face. He smiles wryly. “That bad, huh?”
“No!” you scramble to reassure him. “No, it wasn’t— it was good. It was perfect, you were perfect, it’s just… me. I’m the problem.”
Keigo looks pained. “Please, don’t pull the whole ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ thing.”
“I’m not!” you look away, suddenly becoming very interested in the coffee table. “... But it kind of is me.”
Keigo sighs. “So, you don’t have feelings for me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Can you please be a little less cryptic? Thanks, babe.”
You make a face. “I… I have a lot of feelings for you, actually.”
Keigo looks relieved. “Okay, that’s a start. Romantic feelings?”
You nod. Your mouth has gone dry. You’re so nervous.
A giant, almost disbelieving grin blooms on Keigo’s face. “Yeah? That’s— wow. Wow. I mean, I kinda knew already, but— good. Perfect. Me, too.”
After the kiss you, of course, knew there was a pretty big possibility that your feelings were reciprocated, but hearing confirmation is a different story. You let yourself grin back.
“You, too?” you let out a small, nervous giggle. “You sure?”
Keigo’s face gets impossibly red. “I’m sure.”
You briefly feel absolutely invincible. And then you remember why you felt so conflicted about your feelings in the first place. Your smile fades.
“I’m glad we feel the same, but… Keigo, I’m not sure this will work out.”
Keigo’s smile also fades. “You don’t think we’d work? So, what then, you just want to go back to the way things were?”
You don’t, but you can already feel your insecurities rising up again. He’s too good for you. This relationship won’t last a week, and then you’ll be down a Hero Partner and a best friend.
“That’s what I want,” you say, and you already know you can read the lie all over your face.
He considers you for a moment. “Well, that’s not what I want.”
“What do you want, then?”
Keigo clears his throat, then he locks eyes with you “I want to date you. Be your partner, or whatever. Like partner partner, not just Hero Partner.”
“Date,” you repeat slowly. “You want to date? Keigo, you don’t date.”
Keigo rolls his eyes. “Yeah, and why do you think that is?
You blink.
“Me?”
“You,” Keigo confirms. “Turns out being in love with the same person for a decade means you’re pretty uninterested in anyone who isn’t them.”
You blanche. “Love?! A decade? Keigo, how long—?”
“Since we met,” Keigo answers, unembarrassed. He cocks his head to the side, regarding you curiously. “Wow. You really didn’t know, huh?”
“I–No, I didn’t.”
“I was painfully obvious about it,” Keigo says. Then he slides you a sly look. “You were pretty obvious about it, too. So, when did you realize? Around Christmas last year, right?”
You flush. He’s dead on, the observant asshole. “I’m not obvious!”
Keigo chuckles. He shifts his leg so his thigh bumps yours, and that's when you realize he’s been slowly moving closer to you on the couch, until you’re basically pressed together.
“You kind of are, babe. You don’t let anyone but me touch you, you’re always looking at me, you spend all your time with me—”
“Okay!” you say loudly. “Okay, I get it!”
Keigo lets you calm down for a moment, before he grins at you devilishly.
“So? What do you say? You gonna let me call you mine?”
“I… I don’t know.” You look away, uncertain. “I want to but… so many things can go wrong. I don’t know if this is the best idea.”
“Hey, no matter what, we’ll handle it together, right? Like we always do.”
You shake your head. “What if we break up? What’ll happen to the agency?”
“We won’t break up,” Keigo says confidently. “And even if we did, I’m confident we’d be able to keep it professional until we got back together.”
You give him a look. “Keigo, that’s unrealistic. We need to think about—”
“It’s not unrealistic,” Keigo says, “because I’m gonna do everything in my power to keep you happy, so.”
“Okay, what if you get tired of me?”
“I won’t. I’ve loved you since we were kids, remember? Even through your emo phase.”
“Well— I mean, the HPSC—”
Keigo laughs loudly. “Please, love, we both know you don’t give a single fuck about what the government thinks.”
You scramble for more excuses.
“We’d distract each other!”
Keigo looks at you. “Do you think you’re not already a distraction for me?”
He shifts closer, heat coming off him like a radiator. He always runs hot.
“Are you done yet? Anything else I can reassure you about? I’d really like to get to the happy ending part.”
You hesitate. “I will probably always need reassurance that this is a good idea and I’m not just being selfish with you.”
“Baby, I want you to be selfish with me.”
His voice is so sweet and low, and it drips over you like honey. Your gaze flits around, trying not to look directly at him lest you get distracted, but he looks only at you. Always only looks at you. Your lips part, and you’re ready to give a new round of excuses on why exactly this can’t work but….
You know what? Fuck it.
You reach up and pull him in by the collar. You catch the smug look on his face right before you kiss it off him.
It feels like coming home.
You sigh into the kiss, lips parting obediently when Keigo moves to deepen it. His mouth is hot and sweet against yours. He kisses you like he’s been doing it for your whole lives, like he already knows all your favorite spots.
You break the kiss.
“Yes,” you say.
Keigo blinks slowly. “What?”
You smile goofily, unable to resist pulling him in for one more quick kiss. “Yes. I’ll be yours. Already was, anyway.”
Keigo grins triumphantly. He hauls you even closer, showering your face in kisses.
“Yeah? You’re mine?”
“Yes!” You giggle, squirming in his grasp. “Keigo, stop that tickles— oh!”
He pulls you into his lap. You yelp ungracefully, then quickly shift so you’re straddling him, weight squared comfortably on his hips. He smiles up at you innocently.
Your eyes narrow. “You’re a menace.”
Keigo ignores that, more interested in the way your eyes flutter when he runs his hands up and down your thighs. “Am I?”
“Y-Yeah. Just—” you gasp when he cups your hip, squeezing gently. “Just the worst.”
Keigo hums, one thumb rubbing circles into your hip bone while his other hand drifts upward, trailing teasingly along your side. He leans forward and starts pressing soft, barely-there kisses along your neck and jawline.
“Awful,” you say, scrambling for your last shreds of control. “You’re awful— Keigo!”
You let out an involuntary moan as Keigo bites gently at your neck, sucking a mark that he knows will show above the collar of your hero costume. You arch, grinding your hips down against his.
Keigo groans against your neck. He grabs holds you by your hips and grinds up, hard.
It devolves from there. You give up on pretending like you’re not super fucking into this, bareing your throat for Keigo’s teeth and grinding against him. You can feel him, hard and absolutely perfect between your thighs, pushing up against the sweet ache between your legs. You use his hair to tug him away from your neck so you can kiss him, licking into his mouth while you rock against his clothed dick.
“Do you wanna…?” you trail off, suggestively grinding yourself down against him so he gets the question.
“Yes,” he hisses. He presses messy, enthusiastic kisses to your lips. “If you do, if you wanna— ah.”
You kiss him hard, arching your back so you can press your chest to his, draping yourself over him as you work your hips in slow, delicious circles.
“Baby,” he groans into your mouth. He tugs at the bottom of your shirt questioningly. “Baby, can I…?”
Instead of answering, you strip off your shirt yourself. Keigo reaches back and undoes your bra for you, tossing it haphazardly across the living room.
“Shit, you’re pretty,” he says, eyes glazed over as he takes you in.
You flush, a little shy. You readjust your weight in his lap and the movement causes your breasts to bounce slightly. You feel Keigo twitch under you.
With a growl and a flurry of movement, suddenly Keigo has you underneath him. He presses you down into the couch, crowded up against you like he can’t stand any amount of space between you. You gasp, surprised, but quickly melt under him.
He breaks from your mouth the press hot kisses down your collarbones and chest, exploring the skin there. You wiggle out of your pants and he lets out a pleased little hum against your sternum. Then he bites a mark into the swell of your breast and you moan wantonly.
You’re gone. Keigo continues to kiss his way across your body and you’re utterly lost, only able to gasp and moan and stare up at the ceiling and try not to completely soak through your panties. You feel him at your ribcage, pressing soft kisses to the underside of your breasts, tongue laving around the curves of them, thumbing at your nipples. He kisses across your stomach and hips and lower until he pulls back and the rush of cool air against your skin alerts you to his position, hovering a bit above your hips.
Keigo bites his lip.
“Can I—?”
He pauses, debating with himself before finally asking for what he wants.
“Can I go down on you?”
Your thighs clench involuntarily.
He must notice the minute twitch, because he ducks down to press a quick, light kiss to your inner thigh, then pulls back coyly— almost innocent, if it weren’t for the placement and lack of clothing. He smiles up at you, a little bashful.
“I’ve just been thinking about this for a while and I… really, uh, want to… are you okay, baby?”
“Fine!” you squeak. You struggle not to combust on the spot. “Just, uh, great! Cool, so cool!”
It’s just— you like Keigo’s mouth. You really like his mouth. It’s one of your favorite parts about him. You love the way he banters with you, the way he smiles. You practically melted into a puddle just now from when he had his mouth all over your throat, so the thought of him— smirking up at you from between your legs— the fact that he’s apparently thought about doing it before is just— it’s so—
You squirm. Keigo notices.
Like a predator scenting blood in the air, he prowls forward, getting closer until he’s settled firmly between your legs, his broad shoulders crowding out your thighs so you’re forced to spread them obscenely wide. He breathes hotly over your underwear.
“Oh? You like that? That I’ve thought about it?”
You struggle to gain composure, which is a big ask when the love of your life is looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.
“That’s—uh. I don’t… dislike it….”
He chuckles. You feel like you can feel his chest rumbling down to your bones.
“Mm, you wanna hear about it, beautiful?”
You nod and Keigo smirks. His hand drifts up from where he had it splayed on your thigh, his fingers pressing a little possessively against your soft skin. His hand brushes against you gently, his fingers skimming the fabric of your underwear. You gasp when his fingers pause before rubbing at your slit through the fabric.
“Do you like knowing that you keep me up most nights?” he asks you, lovingly, while you struggle not to grind against his light touch.
“I think about you all the time, all alone in that big bed in your apartment. I wonder about what you’re doing, if you’re getting ready for bed. If you’re touching yourself.
“It’s worse when you’re here, spending the night. You walk around my apartment, smelling like my shampoo, in those big T-shirts that I’m pretty sure you stole from me. I don’t mind, don’t worry. Fuck, I’d give you the one off my back if you asked, love.”
He rubs a little more firmly, nudging right up against your clit through the fabric. There’s no way he doesn’t know how wet you are, with the way the damp cotton sticks to you.
You give up on pretending to be put together and push your hips into his touch. He shifts and you whine— and then let out the throatiest, filthiest moan when he pushes your underwear to the side and slides his fingers against the wetness there.
Keigo turns his face into your thigh and groans, and the vibrations have you whining back in response.
“So wet for me, baby,” he breathes out reverently.
“K-Keigo,” you whisper.
He grins, just a touch feral. “Yes, my love?”
“You know, I-I’ve thought about it, too.”
He pauses, fingers stilling against you and breath stuttering in his chest.
“You have?”
You bite your lip and nod, gathering your courage.
“I’d fuck myself and wonder if your hands would feel better than mine.”
Keigo freezes. Then he groans, once again hiding his face in your thigh.
“You can’t just say that.”
“You said it first, so why can’t I?”
You grin down at him, feeling a sudden surge of confidence at reducing him to a mess with just a sentence. You feel sexy and powerful and radiant. Keigo shifts so he can slip your underwear off and you let the material slide off your legs, propping yourself on your elbows so you can watch his face as you spread your legs for him again.
“If you say things like that I’m gonna wanna touch you all the time, love, and we’d never get anything done.”
You reach down and touch the side of his face, softly. You smile down at him angelically.
“I think I can keep you in check.”
Keigo’s eyes go lidded, his pupils blown wide. “I don’t doubt that. Now, can I…?”
You use the hand you have on his face to gently guide him between your legs.
The first brush of his tongue against your clit hits you like a shock. He teases you with little kitten licks, before pressing his lips to you and rolling his tongue against you firmly. His thumbs are on either side of your lips, spreading your pussy so he can lick into you. The rough pads of his fingers feel good, rubbing along your lips as his tongue circles your clit.
You moan so helplessly and loudly that it embarasses you. You bring a hand up to your mouth to try to stifle the sounds.
“Uh uh,” Keigo tsks, pulling away from you. He nips sharply at your inner thigh. “None of that. I wanna hear you.”
Your face is on fire. “B-But, Keigo, the neighbors— how will I look Tanabe-san in the eyes after this?”
Keigo gives you a slow smile, his face bracketed by your thighs, mouth wet with your slick.
“Darling, do you think I give a single flying fuck about what the neighbors think right now?”
You open your mouth to say something dumb about healthy neighborly relationships, but Keigo dives back inbetween your folds.
“K-Keigo!” you yelp.
He groans right up against your clit and the vibrations drive you insane.
“That’s what I like to hear. Don’t hold back.”
He’s determined to get you as loud as possible, it seems. He flicks his tongue against you rapidly. You moan as he pushes his lips to you, eating you out with reckless abandon.
“Shit, I— Keigo, I need—”
“What do you need, baby?” he asks, barely pulling away from you. As he speaks his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick, small circles. You lose focus, whining as you push your hips down into his touch. Your back arches off the couch.
“I need— I need your fingers,” you say, when you’ve come back to yourself enough. “Inside me.”
Keigo hums thoughtfully, even as his fingers continue to rub at your clit. “Not gonna say please?”
And normally, that’s something that would make you hunker down, stubbornly refusing to engage in Keigo’s prodding. You’ve had many playful squabbles with Keigo about your refusal to ask for things, let alone say please.
But normally, you aren’t receiving the best oral of your life.
“Please, Keigo,” you say, going all sweet and doe-eyed under him. You aren’t above manipulating him to get what you want. “Please f-finger me, Keigo.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Keigo says, but you catch the way he almost stutters. To sell it, you whine, looking at him with wide puppy-dog eyes that you know he never says no to.
“Up, love,” he says, gently but urgently guiding your legs farther up over his shoulders. He lets you hook one leg across his back, mindful of his wings, and he uses his hand on the back of your thigh to press your other leg up towards your chest, and out. The position exposes you further, and you feel your hole clench in response.
“I’ll start slow,” he says, which quickly goes to hell when he slides in one finger and you moan, unable to stop yourself from grinding down against it. You're so wet that it slips in easily. You tighten up around his finger.
“More,” you gasp.
Things quickly devolve from there. Keigo goes back to licking your clit, while his fingers pump into your pussy. He experiments with rhythm and pressure until he finds the one that’s just right— the one that makes you yelp and pulse around him, arching your hips up into his touch and moaning wantonly. He curls his fingers and you swear you see heaven.
“Keigo,” you whine. “Keigo, Keigo, Keigo.”
“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs against you, “that’s my baby. Feels good?”
You nod, your face screwed up with pleasure. You feel hot all over, hair sticking to your face and a searing heat coming from deep inside you as Keigo continues to fuck you into next week.
“Keigo,” you say, urgently, “Keigo, I’m gonna— ah— I’m gonna c-come.”
You meant it as a warning, but Keigo takes it as encouragement. He doubles down on his efforts, his fingers making the most obscene noises as he pushes them into you.
“W-Wait,” you whine, your hands pawing at his hair, “I don’t wanna come yet, wanna come with you inside, baby, wait—”
“You’ll come now,” Keigo growls, “and on my cock later.”
And he says it so confidently, like a command that you can’t help but give in.
“Keigo!”
You come hard. Your whole body shakes as pleasure floods your veins, hot under your skin. Your pussy clenches rhythmically around Keigo’s fingers, which continue to curl and press into your g-spot as he helps you ride out your orgasm, watching you come against his tongue and all over his fingers. He doesn’t look away for a second.
When it gets to be too much, you whine and gently bat his hands away. You feel like you could melt into the couch.
Keigo’s still staring down at you in fascination.
You smirk at him, feeling languid and well-fucked.
“Take a picture,” you snark at him, “it’ll last longer.”
His gaze snaps to yours. “Can I?”
You flush. That wasn’t what you were expecting. “I…later. We can talk about it later, just— fuck, Keigo, come here.”
You beckon him to you and he goes eagerly, laying his entire body over yours as you kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue. You trap him against you, wrapping still damp thighs around his waist. You run your fingers gently over the soft, downy feathers at the base of his wings, just the way he likes it.
He shudders against you. You can feel how hard he is.
You smile against his neck, nuzzling at his jaw.
“Tired?” he asks, even with his breath coming out raggedly and his cock hard against you. “We don’t have to do anything else, baby. We can stop if you— fuck!”
You rake your nails down his bare back, making sure to press him closer to you.
You shake your head. “I think you made me a promise earlier.”
“I did, didn’t I?” Keigo says, and then he’s up and scooping you off the couch and into his arms.
“Keigo!” you squeak.
“Looks like I swept you off your feet.”
You cling to him as he walks you through the apartment, down familiar halls dotted with photos of the two of you and your mutual friends, past the kitchen where you like to sit on the counter and heckle him while cooks, breezing right by the guest room that you usually sleep in when you stay over. His bedroom is both familiar and unfamiliar to you. The last time you were in here, you were tying his tie for him before the Hero Billboard Ceremony that announced you two as the number two and three Pro Heroes.
You remember being cool and confident in the face of Keigo’s manic, nervous energy. Oh, how the tables have turned.
You let out another undignified squawk when Keigo drops you onto the bed without warning. You glare up at him, trying to look annoyed, but it’s hard because Keigo looks too good. You think you could get used to looking up at him.
In retaliation, you reach out with your quirk and tug on the metal of his belt, hard enough to make him stumble. Then you use your quirk to remove his belt, still sprawled out on the bed and looking up at him from under your lashes.
“That,” Keigo says, eyes locked on you, “was unfairly hot.”
And then he’s climbing up the bed after you, blanketing you with his body. He left the lights dimmed and the lowlight casts gorgeous shadows on his face and wings. Your heartbeat kicks up, watching this beautiful and dangerous creature above you. He moves until you’re tucked safely and securely beneath his bulk, nose to nose with you.
And then his face breaks into the softest, most love-struck smile you’ve ever seen.
“I’m gonna take real good care of you,” he says, and the sentiment is sweet but his voice is so low and sexy that you go a bit dizzy.
“Please,” you say, feeling a little raw and vulnerable, “take care of me, Keigo.”
His eyes go half-lidded as he leans in.“‘M gonna kiss you now, ‘kay?”
Despite the fact that just minutes ago he had you spread open on the couch, coming hard on his face and fingers, the kiss is the filthiest thing you’ve ever done. It’s teeth and tongue and hot breath shared between you two. Keigo kisses you like he wants to possess and be possessed by you. He slides his tongue against yours, deliberate and slow, drawing out a deep moan from the back of your throat. You feel unmoored, dazed and fever-hot, consumed by the plush press of his full lips to yours— the snag of his teeth on your bottom lip— the way his tongue curls to lick into your mouth.
You break away with a gasp. He bites at your neck, soothing the sting with gentle kisses only to bite again, sucking possessive bruises in highly visible places, marks that you know will get you in trouble with your PR manager. A problem for later. You begin pawing at the waistband of his pants.
“How the fuck are you still wearing so many clothes?” you mutter, finally popping the button and shoving them down his thighs.
Keigo laughs into your collarbone, making absolutely no move to help you.
“I meant to take them off, I just got… distracted.”
You can feel his smirk against your skin. You redouble your efforts to undress him, pushing up at his shirt.
“A little help here?”
“Mm, no,” he hums. He pulls back just enough to look at you, amused and flushed. “You do it. I like the feeling of your hands on me.”
“Oh?” You blink up at him, mock innocent. You drift your hands down his chest, pausing at his hip bones for a moment before cupping him through his underwear. “Do you now?”
“Shit.” He rocks into your touch, eyes shut tight, forehead pressed against yours.
You feel him up shamelessly. He keens.
“So big,” you coo and, despite himself, Keigo preens. “So hard. For me?”
“For you,” he confirms, pushing harder into your touch. You brush your thumb over his tip through the damp fabric, pleased when Keigo lets out a moan.
“I wanna feel you,” you say, letting a hint of a whine leak into your voice. “Please, Keigo?”
He’s putty in your hands. In seconds Keigo’s clothes are off, flung to some far corner of the room. Your hands are back on him instantly, stroking his length and making sure to pay extra attention to the head. You swipe at a bead of precum with your thumb, and then bring it up to your lips for a taste.
Keigo shudders. His wings spasm, the muscles clenching and unclenching as he watches you play up the performance, swirling your tongue around your thumb and moaning at the taste.
“I’m ruined for anyone else,” he notes distantly, eyes flicking up and down your body and face, like he’s trying to memorize all of it.
“Good. I don’t share.”
You grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a brutal kiss.
“C-Condom,” he says when you release him, gasping and reaching for his bedside drawer. “I need to be inside you right now.”
You stop him. “I’m on birth control. We both get tested regularly. I’m good without one if you are.”
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
Keigo manhandles you into position and you let him, eager to finally get him inside you. Keigo gently rolls you on your stomach, and you automatically get your knees under you and arch, pressing your chest against the mattress and spreading your legs so he can see just how wet you are.
“Gorgeous,” he mutters, shuffling up behind you. He gets both hands on your ass and squeezes lovingly, sweeping his thumbs down to rest right where your ass meets your thighs.
He brushes the tip of his cock against your pussy, rubbing himself along the length of your slit, bumping up against your clit. You moan.
“Fuck me,” you say, half a curse, half a request.
Keigo continues to tease you, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance fleetingly. You rock your hips back and he lets the tip slip in before pulling away again.
“Keigo.” You borrow your face in the pillow in front of you in frustration, hands balled in the sheets. “Stop teasing.”
Keigo ignores you, fucking just the tip in, rubbing along your wetness, not filling you like you need. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, face still half buried in the pillow.
“There you are,” he says, smirking down at you.
Despite the steady voice, he looks absolutely fucked. Flushed and just a touch feral around the eyes, teeth bared and thighs flexed with how he’s holding himself back. He looks like every wet dream and debauched fantasy you’ve ever had. You feel a deep, sweet ache between your legs.
“Keigo,” you say again, as a warning.
He gives in. “Ideally, I’d tease you until you begged for me, but I don’t think I have the patience tonight.”
He shifts, lining himself up with your hole. You bury your face into the pillow again, tense with anticipation.
Keigo hums disapprovingly.
“Look back at me, baby?” It’s phrased as a question but Keigo’s tone says it’s a command. That’ll be something fun to explore next time.
You raise your head and look back at him.
“Don’t look away,” he says.
He keeps his eyes on you as he pushes in, watching your face as you take him. The stretch is delicious, pleasure so overwhelming you nearly go cross-eyed. He slides in slowly, watching you take every inch of his cock, pussy slick and fluttering around him as he fills you up. You clench and unclench your hands in the sheets, all earlier confidence gone as the love of your fucking life pushes into you until he’s all the way in, crowded all the way up against you. He strokes your ass and thighs soothingly as you adjust, holding himself still even as you writhe.
“E-Easy,” he pants, holding you still with an iron grip. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t,” you gasp, trying to fuck back against him. “Keigo, please, please move, fuck—”
Keigo slides out, almost all the way, an then fucks back in, slow but with force. He rolls his hips rhythmically, keeping a controlled pace that fills you completely again and again. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every thrust, your moans getting higher pitched with every slap of his balls against you.
“Fuck, baby,” Keigo groans, digging his hands into your hips. You hope they bruise.
“H-harder,” you beg.
He fucks you harder, all restraint gone. The headboard slams against the wall. The sound of skin slapping against skin is obscene, second only to the truly filthy string of moans and curses that you let out. You arch your back as much as you can, breasts pressed into the bed beneath you, your inner thighs embarrassingly wet.
“You feel so good, baby,” Keigo praises shakily. One hand leaves your hip to smooth along your side, coming around to your front to stroke over your stomach before his fingers dive down to rub your clit.
“Keigo,” you sob, scrabbling at the sheets as your thighs shake, “I— please, it’s too good— there, fuck—”
“Your voice is so sexy,” Keigo says. “I love listening to the sounds you make.”
“I-I’m not usually this vocal,” you admit, blushing.
That catches his attention. He grins down at you smugly, slowing his pace to a rock. “Yeah? You’re not like this with anyone else?”
He rubs against you from behind in a filthy grind, thoroughly fucking in sweet and slow and sensual. You struggle to hold on to a coherent thought, your world reduced to Keigo kneeling behind you, trying his damndest to fuck you right into next week. You go dumb on his cock, pushing back desperately.
“N-No one else,” you gasp. “Just you, just you, Keigo, only you—”
“So good for me,” Keigo mutters. He grabs your shoulders and gently guides you up until you're kneeling, back against his chest, his cock still inside you. He holds you against him and starts to thrust up into you.
“Wish we had a mirror so you could watch yourself,” Keigo says lowly, biting along your shoulder as you do your best to stay upright for him. “You take it so well, love.”
You squirm. Keigo leans back until you’re practically bouncing in his lap. You reach your hands back to hold on to his thighs for stability, trying to match his thrusts. One of his hands travels down to your lower stomach and pushes, pressing you even tighter against him.
“Ah,” you gasp, and then his hand is pushing back in between your thighs and rubbing at your clit.
“Close?” Keigo asks, syncing the speed of his fingers on your clit to the thrust of his cock.
You nod, whimpering.
He pulls out, flipping you onto your back before you even get the chance to complain. He crowds up against you, pressing your legs back to your chest and over his shoulders, folding you neatly beneath himself and slotting against the cradle of your thighs perfectly.
“W-What—?”
“Wanna see your face when you come,” Keigo growls. He reaches down between you, fumbling for a second, before he has the head of his cock pressed against you again, sliding in smoothly like he was made to be there. “Want you looking up at me, love, just like that.”
The new position has you dizzy with pleasure, the drag of Keigo’s cock inside you so tight you see stars. You grasp onto his lower back for purchase, dragging your nails down.
“Yes,” he hisses, thrusting harder, “scratch me up. Wanna feel it tomorrow.”
Keigo fucks you like it’s the only thing in the world worth doing. He slams his hips in deep, angling until he nails your g-spot consistently. Your breasts bounce with the movements and he leans back a little so he can get both hands on them, squeezing and pushing them together, thumbs sweeping across your nipples, before he releases them and presses in even closer than he was before. He drops down with an elbow on either side of your head, forehead pressed to yours.
“Perfect,” he moans reverently.
You’re pretty sure all the metal in the room is vibrating, your quirk control shot to hell. You feel yourself getting tighter, tenser, a heat gathering in your core.
“K-Keigo, I’m c-close.”
“Good,” Keigo growls, moving a hand down so he can rub desperately at your clit. “Come for me.”
Your orgasm shakes you apart. You white-out, thighs shaking, pussy clenching rhythmically as you come all over his cock. You think you shout something— Keigo’s name, probably— and are reduced to a shuddering, moaning mess as Keigo fucks you through it, rubbing at your clit to help you ride it out, cock burried right where you need him. After what feels like an eternity, you stop coming. Keigo moves to pull out and finish himself off with his hand.
“Don’t pull out,” you beg. “Please— I-I wanna feel you come inside me.”
“Fuck,” Keigo groans, collapsing back into you and resuming his thrusts. “Fuck, yeah, alright. Okay— ah— yes, anything you want, baby.”
You wait until you know he’s about to come, his thrusts sloppy and needy, his eyes glued down where you’re stretched obscenely around his cock. You bring a hand to his chin, directing his gaze to yours.
“I love you,” you say, and he comes.
He moans your name, eyes wide, as his hips stutter against you. You can feel him coming in hot spurts inside you, filling you up as his hips continue to push in mindlessly. You hold him through it, cooing sweet, soft nothings, praising him, telling him how much you love taking his cock, how much you love being filled up with his cum.
He stills. You slowly ease your legs down from where they were and revel in the feeling of Keigo against you, on top of you, still inside you. Eventually he pulls out gently, rubbing soothing circles into your inner thigh. He watches his cum drip out of you with such open satisfaction that it gets you hot all over again, despite your exhaustion.
Keigo looks down at you, kneeling between your spread legs, looking fucked out and utterly besotted. He grins dopily, and swoops down to kiss your nose.
“Back in a second,” he says, and then he’s moving to the bathroom, probably to get something to clean up with.
You stare up at his ceiling for a minute, your mind blissfully blank. You’ve never felt so content. You even forget to tease Keigo about how he definitely could’ve just sent a feather to the bathroom, instead of getting up.
“Lift your leg for me, baby?” Keigo is back and, as you predicted, holding a wet washcloth. He cleans you off gently.
“Feeling okay?” he checks in, peering up at you. “Do you want anything?”
“I’m good, Keigo,” you say, smiling. You stretch out on his bed, feeling luxurious. “I’m so good.”
Keigo matches your smile. “You sure? I can get you a snack, maybe some water…?”
You shake your head. “Stop doting. Come here.”
You make grabby hands for him. He chuckles, obliging.
“I’ve never seen you so affectionate,” he comments, snuggling up to you. He pulls you over him, so you’re resting on his chest, cradled right up against his glorious pecs. No use in repressing your thoughts, now that you’ve admitted everything.
“You’re about to see more sides of me,” you say mildly. “Dating brings out a lot in people.”
“I can’t wait,” Keigo says. “Gonna become the world expert in all things you.”
“Dork,” you snort. “Like you’re not already.”
Keigo doesn’t even have to say anything for you to know how proud that makes him. His silence glows with smug satisfaction.
You and Keigo lie in comfortable silence for a few moments, just soaking in the comfortable quiet between you two, the natural, easy intimacy already in place despite this being your first time together like this. You’re going to go back in time and strangle yourself. You could have had this for years. You did have this— him— for years, you just didn’t know it.
“I’m a little obsessed with you,” Keigo admits sheepishly, after a while of quiet cuddling. “I was hoping by the time you figured it out, we would’ve been dating for long enough that you didn’t mind.”
You raise your head so you can send him a look. “Seriously?”
“Yup!” Keigo replies cheerily, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “You’re in for it, now. No take-backs.”
You smile and settle back down. Keigo’s chest rises and falls beneath you. You move a hand to rest above his heartbeat, steady and sure.
“Yeah,” you say, “no take-backs.”