It was a lazy Saturday evening in the class 3A dorms. Izuku settled more comfortably into the cushions of the sofa in the common area, eyes trained on the television as All Might dove heroically to save a falling child on the screen.
The symbol of peace had made three films before his retirement, and it had been the unanimous decision of everyone in the lounge to watch them back to back after finishing their half day at school and casting about for ways to occupy their time earlier that afternoon.
Iida tensed beside him, moving forward to lean his elbows on his knees at the tumultuous moment as Jiro gripped Kaminari’s shirt sleeve with a light intake of breath at the other end of the sofa before releasing him.
Midoriya was sure that everyone already knew what happened next, but it didn’t stop Yaoyorozu reaching to pat Hagakure’s invisible shoulder as the girl gave a small squeal beside her on the other sofa. Sero simply grinned at the screen excitedly. As the situation unfolded and the villain of the movie appeared, Kaminari gave a loud boo; throwing the popcorn in his hand at the television.
“Shut it, plug socket!” Came Bakugou’s angry growl from the third sofa; if he had been holding anything it would have been promptly bounced off the side of the other blond’s head, Izuku knew.
Kaminari simply flipped Bakugou the bird as Kirishima held out an arm across the explosive blond with a light laugh, to prevent him from crossing the room and smacking his classmate upside the head. The redhead’s fingers settled gently on Kacchan’s chest when he leaned back with a huff before splaying out, and Izuku looked back at the screen quickly, not wanting to intrude on their moment.
Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket, startling him.
“Hello?” Midoriya hit the answer call button as he brought his phone to his ear.
“I have an erection and I don’t know what to do about it.” Came Todoroki’s even voice down the line.
Izuku felt his face grow impossibly red as he bolted to a stand from the sofa, spluttering in shock. He whipped his head around to see if his classmates had heard, before moving quickly to the doorway that led to the hall, out of earsho.t
“Hey man, want me to pause this?” Kirishima offered helpfully as he walked past, holding up the remote for emphasis. As Izuku opened his mouth to assure the redhead that it was fine, Kacchan growled and snatched the remote from Kirishima’s hand.
“No pausing All Might films for shitty nerds!” He snapped, before blowing the controller to pieces. Everyone, with the exception of the angry blond, looked automatically to Yaoyorozu, who sighed and created a replica and two batteries without a word. It was probably their fourth that day.
“Midoriya?” Todoroki’s calm voice in his ear bought Izuku’s attention snapping back to him.
“Oh! Um. Yes - what were you saying, Todoroki?” He blurted out nervously, not entirely knowing how to approach his friend's strange revelation from moments before.
“I said, I have an erect-“;
“OKAY! Uh...okay, I heard you.” His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as he panicked.;
“Then why did you ask me what I’d said?” The question was even and kind of fair, Izuku thought as he started automatically up the stairs to his friend’s room, before stopping abruptly. This wasn’t really a situation he should be offering his help with. Even though he wouldn't mind helping the other teen get off, if that's what he wanted? He gulped.
“Why are you telling me?” He questioned quietly in the silence of the stairwell to the next floor.
“I-“ Todoroki paused, sounding uncertain and frustrated, “because it won’t go away and I don’t want to ask anyone else for help.”
Izuku’s heart picked up speed in his chest as his feet began to carry him automatically upward at his friend's words.
He would have to be blind not to see how attractive Shouto was, and Izuku had to admit that he’d been harbouring a crush on the other teen since their fight at the sports festival in their first year. He just couldn't help it - that much power and drive was so attractive. Plus he was actually really quite sweet too.
“I’m coming.” He tried to sound reassuring, but swallowed thickly when his voice cracked a little, “don’t worry.”
But by the time he was standing outside of Todoroki’s room Izuku could barely even catch his breath. Holy crap, how was he supposed to help with an erection?? Well, he knew how he could help, but it would not only be inappropriate to suggest, but also be completely mortifying to be rejected for. He could almost see it now;
‘Hey Todoroki! What if I touch your dick for you? What do you mean that's weird? Oh you don't wanna be friends with me anymore? Get out? Okay…’
“The door is open, Midoriya.” Came Shouto’s quiet, still surprisingly calm voice from inside his room, and Izuku almost jumped out of his skin, caught off guard. Oh god, he hadn't said what he'd been thinking out loud, had he?
“O-okay!” He sank his teeth nervously into his bottom lip and opened the door, before ducking through it.
“Please lock it.” Todoroki said. He sounded unimpressed, very unimpressed.
And it really shouldn't have Izuku fighting a smile, but here he was. The idea that his classmate was annoyed by his own dick being hard was almost too funny, even if it was a little odd.
But he locked himself in with the dual quirk user and turned around, swallowing nervously. He had absolutely zero idea what was happening, why Todoroki had a hard dick, or even why he had called to tell Midoriya about it.
Shouto was sat on his futon on the floor with his legs crossed and a pillow held over his lap as he looked up and over at the veritable ball of nervous green energy that was his unsure classmate.
Izuku could see the light pink tint to his unscarred cheek. Okay, step one, assess the situation. He could do this. It wasn't exactly hero work, but his friend obviously still needed help, so he took a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something, but Todoroki spoke first.
“I don't understand why it won't go down.” He grumbled, averting his mismatched gaze with a frown, “it always just goes down after a while.”
It was Midoriya’s turn to frown, was his classmate really suggesting what he thought he was?
“Well, um? Uh-” freaking get it together Deku it's just a dick, he mentally scolded himself before pressing on, “okay, y- you say it usually gets soft on it's own, right? Um, how long have you been waiting for that to happen?”
“Three hours, give or take maybe ten minutes.” Shouto answered, shoulders relaxing slightly, obviously more comfortable now that Izuku was talking calmly instead of stumbling over himself, red faced. That was good at least.
“Have you ever been hard for this long before?” Weren't erections that lasted longer than four hours a cause for concern? If he'd already been waiting three…
Shouto shot him a frown, “no. I wouldn't have asked for - it should have just gone away.” He finished, looking away again.
The way he talked about it, it really was as if he'd never…
Izuku coughed to clear his throat awkwardly. Just ask, he told himself firmly. “Alright, okay. Well, um, have you tried to make it go down?”
“I don't know how to make it go down, that's why I'm asking you.” Shouto’s tone took a swift turn for the ‘are you stupid’ and Midoriya tried not to too feel offended. Todoroki was just frustrated, he knew that.
Gods give him strength, Deku was actually going to have this conversation with a friend and classmate, wasn't he?
He could already feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he looked anywhere but at his annoyed friend, “what about, you know, touching yourself?”
“Why would I touch it? I don't need the toilet and it doesn't need washing.”
Okay, wow.
Izuku knew Shouto had had a pretty crappy and regimented childhood, but this was ridiculous. They were third years for god's sake. And now he had to explain what masturbation was.
They’d had a sex Ed lesson last year, but it had been the standard ‘be safe, use condoms, and have consent’ talk. It probably wasn't all that surprising that Todoroki wouldn't have taken anything more from that lesson than exactly what was said, and the teacher hadn't talked about masturbation.
So at this point it was pretty much Midoriya’s duty to tell him, wasn't it?
“I'm talking about m- masturbation Todoroki.” Izuku stumbled over the word itself, looking pointedly at his house slippers as he continued, “it's uh, it's when you touch yourself to make yourself feel good.” Holy hell, could his face get any hotter right now?
“I don't understand.”
Of course he didn't.
Izuku shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, thinking. This was certainly not how he'd thought his Saturday evening would be going at all. He was so lost in thought that he almost missed Todoroki’s next words.
“Will that get rid of it then? I thought it was because I got hit with a quirk on the way back here, but if touching it makes it go away-”
Wait a minute, what?
“Todoroki, why didn't you say something??” Izuku demanded, suddenly panicked as he crossed the room to kneel down before a quite surprised Shouto, “if this is because of a quirk we should go to a teacher!” He said, insistent.
He'd never heard of a quirk that gave people erections before, but in a world filled with people with every imaginable kind of power, it really wasn't too far fetched to think that something like that would be possible.
But why would they be at UA? Someone from the business course maybe? Or general studies? It's not like it couldn't be a useful quirk if used properly, like to help people with erectile dysfunction, but it definitely wasn't a power suited for hero work.
Villains with boners were still just villains.
“Midoriya, you're mumbling in my face.” Todoroki admonished lightly, shifting back on his futon and adjusting the pillow in his lap.
“Oh crap, sorry Todoroki! I got a little carried away, I'm just concerned, okay?” He moved back to sit on the floor and crossed his legs beside the futon, then tried for a less panicked tone, “but if you're sure it's a quirk, we really are going to have to tell a teacher.” He insisted.
“Definitely not.”
Izuku fought back a sound of frustration, reminding himself that Todoroki was obviously embarrassed, “but-”
“No Midoriya, it's my penis.” Shouto cut him off immediately, tone firm.
And honestly, if he hadn't been more concerned about his classmate’s welfare right then, Izuku probably would have choked on his own tongue and turned a never before discovered shade of red at the word ‘penis’ coming out of the heterochromatic teen’s mouth.
“And the guy said it would wear off ‘after a couple of times’ but I think he meant hours. He was trying to hit his friend with it.” Todoroki finally explained.
Apparently the quirk was called ‘virility’ and increased a man's overall energy, strength and drive. And quite obviously one of the down sides, or benefits for some, was currently hidden beneath Shouto’s pillow. It was fascinating, but Deku really didn't have time to get nerdy right now.
Midoriya sighed, “fine, okay. No teachers.” He agreed, “but I think you're just going to have to, well uh, take matters into your own hands.”
Todoroki’s brow pinched and he opened his mouth to say something - no doubt that he still didn't know what he was talking about, so Izuku quickly held up a scarred hand to quiet him.
“I'm um, I'm gonna tell you what to do okay? Then I'll leave you alone, can I borrow your phone a second?”
Shouto leaned across his bed to snatch up his phone, unlocking it before handing it over. Midoriya took it and quickly opened a new tab. Using the dorms super fast wifi for porn probably wasn't the most commendable thing to do, but he was pretty sure the majority, if not all, of his fellow students had done it at least once, himself included.
He took a deep breath and scrolled a little, checking out the video thumbnails. It wasn't the stuff he usually watched, but he was pretty sure Todoroki didn't want to watch quirked up gay porn. He was about to hand the phone back and tell his classmate to pick a video he liked when Shouto spoke quietly.
“Can you stay?”
Izuku practically felt his brain melt and pour right out of his ears at the request.
“I umm. T- Todoroki, this is really kind of a private thing…” he stumbled out, face red.
“Oh…”
But as he watched mismatched eyes flick away to avoid his gaze, Midoriya found himself blurting out, “but I- I’ll stay if you're sure…”
How was this even going to work? Had he really just agreed to stay in the same room as the guy he sort of, maybe, definitely had a crush on while he got himself off?
Idiot.
Though he very much doubted that Todoroki would still want him there when he found out what Midoriya had actually been talking about, so he took a breath and handed over the phone.
“You can choose a video to watch, it'll uhh help.” Izuku looked everywhere but at Shouto as he continued, “you just. Just take your d-dick out, um, wrap your hand around it- and move it up and down until you come…”
Holy freaking crap that was the hardest thing he'd ever had to say in his life.
Todoroki pinned him with a skeptical look for a long moment, before looking back down at his phone, and Izuku willed himself not to bolt straight through the sliding glass door and One For All himself off the balcony.
“I should probably go…” he said slowly, watching Shouto’s cheek stain pink as he scrolled. He didn't get up to leave right away though, still waiting for the other hero’s confirmation.
“Do you do it?” Todoroki asked after a heavy pause, ignoring Midoriya’s words.
Maybe the ground would just open up and swallow him. That'd be nice.
“Y-yeah…” Izuku answered quietly, suddenly incredibly interested in a loose thread on the sleeve of his white t-shirt, before catching himself and meeting grey and blue eyes. The last thing Shouto needed right now was to feel like he'd be judged for jerking off, dammit. He swallowed and smiled quickly, “but there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's natural!” He said, with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm.
Shouto contemplated him for a moment before nodding, “okay. I'll do it, but you can't look, it's embarrassing.”
Izuku’s face heated immediately, hotter than he might have ever blushed before. He lifted his hands to wave them in front of himself, “I wasn't going to look - I Wouldn't-! That's-” he took a deep breath quickly, “I can totally go!” He said, no less panicked as he shifted back from the edge of Todoroki’s futon and stood, as though he'd been the one to suggest he stay and not the other way around.
“Wait!” Shouto exclaimed, suddenly looking a little panicked too, at the thought of losing his lifeline. Midoriya froze instantly and they both stared at one another, wide eyed for a long moment, until Todoroki broke the silence, “Stay… just stay. Please?”
“I- okay…” Izuku agreed quietly, moving to sit back at the edge of the futon as he swallowed nervously. This was really happening, huh? “Do you have tissues or something?” He asked, half to fill the silence and half because the thought had just occurred to him, “it can be a little, uh, messy.”
Shouto wrinkled his nose in distaste before nodding and pointing him to a box on his desk. Midoriya retrieved them quickly, grateful for the distraction until it was over and they were sitting there awkwardly once more, neither of them moving to do anything.
Izuku needed to make him feel less embarrassed, but how could he even do that? He thought for a moment before his eyes fell to Todoroki’s bed.
“How about we sit back to back? I won't be able to see anything, and you'll know I'm still here without having to look at me, yeah?” All things considered it was definitely their best option at this point- Todoroki needed to touch himself, and Izuku had already agreed to stay.
“That sounds fair.” Todo agreed after a few silent seconds, “don't look, I'll move.”
Midoriya snapped his eyes shut immediately. He felt the air move slightly as his classmate clearly waved a hand in front of his face to see if he was peeking, and fought a smile. Shouto was kind of cute when he wasn't standing around looking intentionally brooding and intense.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
Shouto was sitting on his bed a little further down than before, now facing towards the end. He had his legs crossed with the pillow still firmly planted in his lap. Izuku quickly moved to sit behind him, gently leaning until their backs touched.
Okay. Good.
This was fine, totally fine, he told himself.
Midoriya felt shifting behind himself and saw the pillow set down beside them out of the corner of his eye. He swallowed and willed away his blush, he could make it through this - Todoroki needed him.
“Ah w-wait a second Todoroki-” he felt his classmate stiffen immediately, “no it's okay, I'm not gonna turn around or anything - but you might want to take your shirt off.” Izuku doubted the dual quirk user would actually be able to grab tissues in time, now that he thought about it. It's not like he’d jerked off before. “L- like I said, it can be a little messy.”
Shouto gave an annoyed grumble and shifted once more, “this sounds like it'll be awful.” He griped, but a moment later he was leaning back against Midoriya, his shirt flying to land in the middle of the room as he tossed it, “I hope once is enough.”
Izuku hoped so too. He hadn't thought his last piece of advice through, and now his crush was leaning on him, shirtless. His face felt hot, but he knew he probably wasn't even half as embarrassed as his classmate was right then.
The sound of a zipper had Midoriya re-evaluating just how embarrassed he was, because holy crap Todoroki had his dick out right now! He was shirtless and his cock was out, and in a minute he'd be touching himself to make himself come - all with Midoriya sitting right behind him.
Oh crap.
Izuku was definitely going to get hard, shit. He should have left, but it was too late now, he thought to himself with a gulp.
The sound of a woman moaning had his face flaming even hotter than before. He'd forgotten about the porn. Slick wet sounds, masculine grunts and feminine moans filled the otherwise heavy silence of the room, and Izuku wondered if the ground swallowing him was still an option.
Shouto made a contemplative sound, before the moaning skipped and started back up, slightly different as the other teen scrolled through the video.
“I don't like this.” He sounded annoyed again, and a click brought silence down around them once more as Todoroki tossed his phone to land with a muffled thump in the bedding, “was I supposed to use it?” Shouto questioned, his tone only slightly unsure. But Midoriya knew he was genuinely asking.
“No. No, it's fine not to watch anything.” Izuku assured, “sometimes I don't either. I-It's still the same, you just use your imagination, that's all.”
“What should I imagine?”
Wow, Todoroki was really just out there trying to make Midoriya’s life as awkward as possible today, wasn't he?
“Uh, anything you want? I- I mean like sexual stuff though, not just feeding pigeons in the park.” Shouto gave a short snort of laughter behind him and Izuku felt himself smiling too, the tension easing ever so slightly. “Or - you could just close your eyes and concentrate on how it feels. That's always good too.”
“Okay then.” There was a long pause as they sat there in silence once more, until Todo spoke again, “thank you.” He said quietly.
Midoriya felt his heart flip a little in his chest, and before he could stop himself or even think about what he was doing, he placed a scarred hand atop Todoroki’s, resting out to the side of them. The temperature of the skin beneath his fingers dropped a few degrees suddenly, but Izuku was already pulling his hand away after a reassuring pat, “anytime Todoroki. It'll be okay. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone.” He assured as he dropped his hand back into his lap.
“I know. That's why I asked you. I tried to wait it out but it was starting to get painful.” His friend admitted.
“Wait-” Midoriya almost sat up before he remembered his classmate’s current state of undress, “if it's painful you should-”
“I know, I know.” Midoriya could actually hear the roll of Todoroki’s eyes in his tone and smiled, because he knew the other couldn't see it. “I suppose the sooner I start the sooner it's over, right?”
Izuku felt him shift slightly against his back, getting comfortable. A sigh sounded as Todoroki moved and material rustled again, and Deku could imagine his classmate shimmying his trousers down a little more.
Silence settled heavily around them, only to be broken a moment later by a quietly hissed in breath. Midoriya swallowed thickly, feeling Shouto’s fire wielding arm begin to move in short, jerking pumps that held no rhythm.
Oh crap Izuku thought, closing his eyes to try and will away the blood rushing rapidly to his dick as his friend worked his own like he was actually trying to pull it off.
Another hiss. A short groan. A small sound of frustration, “it- it feels weird. I-” Midoriya opened his eyes to stare at the opposite wall, cheeks flushed hot at the fact his classmate was talking to him while touching himself.
“Wh-” Izuku cleared his throat and tried again, “what feels weird Todoroki?” He whispered, knowing it was probably a little wrong of him to be enjoying this as much as he suddenly found himself doing.
“My dick- hnn. I think I'm doing it wrong.” Shouto sounded half frustrated and half aroused, and his voice held a tone that Midoriya had never heard before. That no one had ever heard before.
Fuck.
Izuku swallowed past the lump in his throat. It wouldn't be wrong of him to help a friend, would it? He could just tell him what to do a little. That would be fine, surely?
Yeah, that would be totally fine.
“Um. S-stop moving your hand a second Todoroki…” he whispered, face hot and mouth going dry as a frustrated groan tore from Shouto and the back of his head thudded against Midoriya's shoulder.
“But you just told me to-” he sounded breathless as he did as Izuku said.
“I- I know!” He rushed out, fingers tightening on his thighs as he assured his classmate quickly, “just- fuck, okay. Just wrap your fingers around it gently.” He instructed quietly.
He closed his eyes and took a calming breath as he heard another short gasp, picturing what he was saying, “yeah like that, that's good. Now slide your hand up, slowly. Don't squeeze too hard.”
Holy shit he was probably going to hell for how hard he was right now.
“Now back down.” Izuku bit his lip, “is the tip wet?”
“Y-yeah. It's soaked, is that normal?” The back of Todoroki’s head pushed harder into his shoulder as he gave a low moan, “this feels better.” He admitted softly, before murmuring a quiet curse under his breath when Midoriya felt his arm move up and down as he worked himself how he'd been told to.
Soaked.
“Yeah it's normal, it's- it's really good, actually.” Izuku assured, unable to stop himself as he slid a hand to palm his own cock through his trousers, just once. Just one hard squeeze that had him biting his lip, “rub your thumb through it, spread it around, it'll help.”
“Fuck-” Shouto’s surprised gasp shot straight to Midoriya's dick, “that feels-” out of the corner of his eye, Izuku saw Shouto’s free hand shoot out to fist at the duvet beside them.
He swallowed thickly, “that's good Todoroki, really good. Don't stop. Try twisting your hand a little.”
“God, Midoriya - how often do you do this? It feels-” Izuku felt himself tense at the sound of his name falling from Shouto's lips as the other teen pleasured himself, before another low groan broke from his classmate, “this is definitely not what I expected.”
Yeah, me neither, Izuku thought. Crap, how was he ever going to look Todoroki in the eyes again without thinking about how he sounded losing himself to the feel of his own hand?
His cheeks flamed as he answered his friend, “a- a couple of times a week?” He whispered. Though that number was definitely going to skyrocket for the foreseeable future after this.
“I- I don't want it to end.” Todo admitted before groaning once more, and Izuku felt him shift behind him, his hips rocking up ever so slightly as he slipped a little deeper into his own pleasure.
Midoriya looked down into his own lap, torn as he silently pressed his thumb against the slightly darker patch at the tip of his aching cock. He was leaking so much pre come that it had wet through his boxers to stain the forest green of his pyjama trousers darker.
But there was no way he could touch himself right now.
He'd moan and gasp and make Todoroki uncomfortable, and he didn't want that. This was already hard enough for him without Midoriya whipping out his own dick and jerking it because Shouto sounded way too hot touching himself.
Izuku saw Todoroki’s fingers twist and flex in the material of his bedding out of the corner of his eye again and worried at the inside of his lip with his teeth. Shit, this really was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him and it felt like absolute torture to not be able to touch himself.
He watched as frost spread up Shouto’s forearm, before disappearing and spreading once more; glittering icy crystals that made his arm look like frosted glass before fading back to skin.
Oh god this really wasn't fair. Todoroki was losing control of his quirk a little and that was maybe Izuku’s biggest kink. Was his other hand hot? It had to feel so good around his cock right now.
Midoriya swallowed as his mouth watered, and mentally scolded himself for wondering if his classmate could change the temperature of his cock, and what that might feel like inside him.
The air blew from his lungs in a rush a moment later as Todoroki shifted again, tilting his head to the side to press a cold cheek against Izuku's neck as he gave a long, low whine that punched straight to his gut.
“I'm- it's so slippy and hot, is it supposed to be like this?”
God fucking dammit, if Shouto didn't stop talking to him and accidentally saying dirty stuff Izuku was actually going to come in his pants without even needing to touch himself.
He opened his mouth to reassure his classmate, but found that he couldn't actually speak for a moment as he became aware of the slick sound of Shouto fisting his cock. Oh hell - his own cock twitched in his boxers.
Midoriya swallowed again and took a shallow breath to calm himself before speaking, “yeah, it's- that's fine Todoroki.” He said, voice barely above a whisper, “your hand is probably hotter because of your quirk, but you're doing really well. Move a little faster now, okay?”
Shouto hissed in a sharp breath that broke suddenly, his cheek pressing firmly into Izuku's neck, “Midoriya…” he gasped.
Izuku's eyes widened and his chest and stomach rolled as though he'd just driven too quickly down a hill. He grabbed his own thighs tightly, sinking scarred fingers into muscle, biting the inside of his cheek.
Shouto had practically just moaned his name.
“Y-yes, Todoroki?” He asked when he could trust himself to speak again.
But Shouto didn't answer him. He simply groaned, low and almost desperate, and Izuku felt his classmate’s shoulders press harder against his back as Todo’s hips jerked up to meet his fist.
Fuck, he must be getting close.
Midoriya felt so torn. Sitting there was the sweetest kind of torture, and he honestly wasn't sure if he wanted it to end yet, but Shouto needed to come to free himself from this quirk induced arousal.
“Don't stop.” He whispered, closing his eyes to listen to his crush’s ragged breathing and the short broken moans that hitched in his throat as he shifted against Izuku's back rhythmically.
Midoriya opened his eyes again a moment later, in time to watch as frost glittered up Todoroki’s arm again, spreading from his fingertips to crackle and tinkle across the bed sheets as the duel quirk user turned his head. Steam curled against Izuku's skin when lips skimmed the side of his neck, Shouto suddenly panting against it.
Midoriya tried not to tense as a shiver raced down his spine at the intimacy of Todoroki's breath and lips against him, but he couldn't stop the small, low groan of frustration that slipped from him.
A surprised gasp sounded and Shouto tensed suddenly, but instead of being followed by a relieved moan, it was followed by the thump of a fist against soft bedding and a loud sound of utter frustration that vibrated against Midoriya’s neck.
It took Izuku a few moments to realise what had happened, fighting through the haze of his own desire and the near giddiness of having his crush’s lips on his skin.
Shouto had stopped right before he came.
He'd just accidentally edged himself.
Izuku's eyes widened as his mouth dropped open, “why did you stop Todoroki?” He burst out in a shocked whisper.
“You - you made a noise, and my stomach - I thought I was gonna break apart-” Shouto panted breathlessly as Midoriya watched his ice wielding hand scrunch the duvet beside them in his fist.
Wait what?
Had Shouto really just said that the sound of Midoriya’s groan had almost tipped him over the edge? He chewed at his bottom lip. It had to be a coincidence. Didn't it?
But it didn't matter at the moment anyway. It didn't matter how hard he was, or how much he wanted to touch himself, or even how much he maybe wanted to ask what his friend had meant.
Todoroki still had to come.
“It's supposed to feel like that.” He spoke as gently as he could, “wrap your hand around yourself again, okay? I'll-”
“I don't think-”
“I'll help you.” Izuku took a deep breath to steel his nerves, “I promise I won't look, but I'm gonna turn around, okay? Lean up a bit.”
Midoriya had expected a protest. He’d honestly expected that they'd just start from the beginning again and he'd have to talk his classmate though touching himself until he finally came.
But Shouto’s head lifted from him after only a couple of seconds pause, before he leaned forward from his back without a word.
Midoriya's heart leapt in his chest before thudding almost painfully against his ribs. He swallowed thickly and shifted to his knees, before turning. He closed his eyes as he moved, seeking out shoulders with rough hands before shifting closer, parting his knees to rest either side of Shouto’s hips, as he settled to sit down again.
“Alright Todoroki, I need you to just-” he slid scarred fingers gently down a warm arm until he reached Shouto's wrist, wrapping his fingers around it lightly to move it back towards his friend’s cock, “-hold yourself. That's it.” He praised gently as he felt Shouto's hand move, his wrist tensing a little as he did as he was told.
Izuku slid his other hand along Shouto’s ice wielding arm, until his fingers curled over the top of his friend's. He gave a reassuring squeeze, “you'll definitely come this time, I promise.” He whispered.
Midoriya dropped his forehead to rest against a warm bare shoulder as he slowly moved the hand around his crush’s wrist, scarred fingers wrapping around heated digits, already curled around Shouto’s even hotter cock.
Izuku drew in a deep breath and tensed his fingers, squeezing Todoroki's cock with his own hand gently, before releasing the pressure, testing the waters.
“Fuck-” Todo hissed, head dropping back to thud against Midoriya's collarbone immediately.
Oh god.
Izuku swallowed past the lump in his throat and drew his hand up in a single long slow stroke, taking Shouto’s with it, flexing his wrist to roll his classmate's palm over the head of his cock briefly, before sliding their hands back down.
“Is this okay, Todoroki?” He whispered, keeping his eyes shut tight and his forehead pressed firmly against his friend's shoulder as he slowly repeated the action, again, and again.
“It's- ohh- it feels like it's not me…” Shouto answered on a rush of breath, tilting his head to press a heated cheek against Izuku's neck this time.
“Do you want me to stop?” Midoriya asked quietly, unsure if he was crossing a line. He was trying so damned hard to be considerate - he really didn't want Todoroki to hate him after this. But god, he'd never been harder in his life. His boxers were a mess already, and he hadn't even touched himself.
“If you stop I think I might hit you.” Shouto admitted, breath hitching in his throat as Izuku squeezed their hands tighter around his cock on the next downward glide, “make me come, Midoriya. Please-”
Izuku couldn't fight the groan that tore from him as he pressed his face against his classmate's shoulder, “shit. You can't say that Todoroki - you can't say that-” his brows pinched as he fought desperately not to push himself against the other’s back. He pressed his sealed lips against a heated shoulder to muffle his next sound of frustration as he squeezed the back of a cool hand and began to move his other a little faster.
He had to make Shouto come soon, or he was gonna lose it.
But the change in pace only made Todoroki gasp and roll his hips, pressing his heated cheek harder into Izuku's neck. The ice wielding arm beneath his jerked away, before a cool palm immediately slammed back down on the back of Midoriya's scarred hand, fingers flexing and frost spreading as Shouto choked on an aborted sound.
“Make that noise again, Midoriya.” He demanded breathlessly, rutting up into their hands shallowly.
“Fuck- what noise?” Izuku gasped, twisting and flicking his wrist as he worked Shouto’s cock, still resolutely keeping his eyes shut tight. He'd probably give Todoroki anything he wanted right now, do anything, say anything. He was so fucking hard and the only thing he wanted was to kiss the man in his arms. The ache in his gut bordered on painful, and the only relief he'd ever find was already right there.
“Hnn- moan. Please, moan again.” Shouto panted, steam curling up again when his lips pressed against Izuku's neck in an open mouthed pant, as the temperatures on either half of his body went almost wild for a moment.
The moan that broke from Izuku right then wasn't because Shouto had asked for it; he simply hadn't been able to stop the rush of heat and the shiver of pleasure that raced down his spine at his classmate's words.
“You're killing me Shouto-” he gasped helplessly, almost rocking his own hips forward before he caught himself, pulling back just enough that his leaking cock wouldn't press against the dual quirk user’s back.
Frost spread further, and Izuku felt his arm chill as though he'd shoved it right into a snow drift, while the underside of his other arm heated atop Shouto’s. Every inch of skin that touched against the other teen’s fire wielding side felt like it was touching almost scalding hot water.
Midoriya lifted his face from a heated shoulder quickly as Todoroki gave a desperate moan, “are you close, Shouto?” He whispered, biting his lip as he fought not to open his eyes. Dammit he wanted to look so badly. Todoroki sounded almost completely wrecked.
“I don't know.” Shouto gasped, drawing his ice wielding hand away, moving it back a little to grab and dig blunt nails into Izuku's pyjama clad knee, “I don't know-”
Fuck.
Izuku couldn't physically stop himself from dropping his head back down to place a reassuring kiss on his classmate's scalding shoulder, “it's okay.” He assured as gently as he could, trying to keep his voice steady, “just relax okay? I've got you.”
Shouto moaned again, cold fingers flexing on his thigh as his hand moved back a little more. He cursed, the sound broken and desperate as his hips bucked up again. Soft lips parted against Midoriya's neck, and suddenly teeth were sinking into his skin as Todoroki gave a helpless groan against him.
Izuku's eyes snapped open in shock.
Holy-
“Shouto-” he gasped brokenly, cock twitching and throbbing at the sight of his classmate leaning naked against him, hard cock leaking as Izuku worked him with his own hand. Teeth sank into his neck harder as his friend groaned, low and long, rolling his hips as his chest heaved. When had he started using his given name?
It didn't matter. Shouto was close. And fuck, he looked so damned good.
“Relax your arm, I'll do it for you.” Midoriya whispered, drinking in the sight of his crush so completely lost to pleasure as he tightened his grip around Todoroki's hand and cock, lifting his now free arm to wrap across his friend's chest and pull him closer. “I won't let anything bad happen, so let yourself break apart, okay?” He murmured quietly.
Todoroki's breath hitched, before he released his teeth and nodded against Izuku's neck, “please. It hurts, I'm so-”
“Shh, it's okay.” At Midoriya’s reassurance Shouto’s arm finally went limp.
Izuku took over immediately, pressing and squeezing Todoroki’s hand against his cock as he drew his now limp fist up and down, twisting and working the other teen like he did himself. He whispered reassurances against a shoulder he wasn't entirely sure wasn't going to catch on fire any second, as he watched himself fist Shouto's leaking cock.
His throat was dry and his heart pounded in his chest. But he didn't stop. He could feel the tension spreading through Shouto's body, as his hips stopped rocking up to meet his fist and his ice frosted hand shot back to grab at the duvet.
A slow arch curved Shouto’s back and he stopped breathing altogether, hips lifting from the bed slowly as the tension in him coiled like a spring. Izuku had never seen anything or anyone so beautiful in his life.
Midoriya leaned to press his lips gently against Todoroki's ear, “come for me, Shouto.” He whispered, pumping their hands faster.
“Izuku-”
Todoroki shattered on a broken moan.
Come pumped from him so forcefully it splattered against his chest and neck, up and across both his and Izuku's cheeks and chins as ice burst from his skin to encase one arm and race down his side to almost kiss his hip bones.
The skin on his other side burned and steamed as his body tried to regulate itself, as Todoroki collapsed back against him, but Midoriya didn't let go. He pressed closer, “so good Shouto, you did so good.” He whispered against damp red silk as he pressed his lips to Todoroki's temple.
Izuku fought not to flick his tongue out to lick the corner of his lips where he could feel Todoroki's come on his skin, as he pulled back slightly to look over his classmate's shoulder. The air rushed from his lungs on a low, reverent breath, “you came so much…” he whispered as he stared, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
Todoroki's abs, pecs, and all the way up the side of his neck were practically glazed with the dual quirk user’s release, and Midoriya felt his mouth go dry as he saw how much come slicked both of their hands, still wrapped around Shouto's cock.
His still very hard cock.
Shit.
Shouto’s chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his bearings, steam curling from his mouth and nose as he slowly got his quirk under control. The ice around his arm and down his side melted away, and the skin on his fire wielding side cooled enough that he wasn't in danger of scalding Izuku anymore.
Izuku wasn't sure what to do when Shouto turned his head on his shoulder and lifted it to look at him, grey and blue eyes blown wide with shock.
He swallowed, heart hammering in his chest as he opened and closed his mouth and a couple of times, before finally finding his voice, “are you - was that okay?” He whispered, suddenly painfully aware that he'd told his friend to come for him. Oh god, he'd gotten carried away, hadn't he?
But Todoroki didn't answer him, he simply stared, gaze flicking down to his lips, and then to the come that spattered Izuku's cheek, pink staining his own unscarred cheek as he took another shallow, ragged breath. He lifted a cool hand, silently sweeping a thumb through the still wet desire on Izuku's face before staring at his hand.
Izuku fought a furious blush as he cast about for some way to reassure Todoroki that it was okay, that he didn't mind, but everything that he could think to say made him sound like a pervert in his own head. So he waited.
“I-” Todoroki cut himself off, the tint to his cheek deepening before he moved forward suddenly, practically shoving his face back into the crook of Midoriya’s neck and shoulder, “I got it all over you, I'm sorry.” He murmured quietly.
The air rushed from Izuku's lungs on a short, surprised laugh, “why are you apologising, Todoroki?” He couldn't stop himself from leaning in a little to press a kiss to slightly damp white hair this time, “you needed to come, and you did so well, there's no need to say sorry.” He assured.
Todoroki made a quiet grumbling sound, “keep calling me Shouto.” He instructed, and Izuku could almost hear the frown in his voice, “when you said it would be messy, I didn't think I was going to literally explode.” He sounded a little unimpressed through his breathlessness, “but it felt- fuck, it felt so…” he trailed off, face pressing harder against Midoriya’s neck as he gave a low groan.
“Good, yeah?” Izuku whispered quietly, slowly releasing his hold on Todoroki’s hand and cock, drawing a sharply hissed in breath from the other teen, “sorry, I know you're still hard - but I'm gonna clean you up, okay?” He gave Todoroki's chest a brief, reassuring squeeze and shifted away.
His classmate groaned almost frustratedly, flopping back against his bed sheets as Izuku moved to snatch a few tissues from the box beside the futon. He was careful as he turned back to wipe across an unscarred cheek, following the ropes of come down the pale column of Todoroki's neck to clean his chest and stomach.
He whispered encouragement as he gently lifted a come soaked hand away from Todoroki's cock, sweeping the bunched tissues between almost limp fingers as the dual quirk user simply closed his eyes and breathed deeply, “why are you so perfect, Izuku?” He asked quietly.
Izuku blushed, trying and failing to fight the heat that rushed to his cheeks as he snatched up fresh tissues, “I'm - I'm not. I made you come, that's all. You're just full of endorphins right now.” He chewed his bottom lip.
If he was perfect, his boxers wouldn't be so wet with pre come that they were likely ruined forever, and he wouldn't be fighting the urge to lean down and kiss Shouto in his orgasm addled state. If he was perfect, he wouldn't be thinking about sliding his tongue between those plump, bitten lips to taste his classmate, and he certainly wouldn't sweep his tongue out to actually taste Todoroki's come from the corner of his own lips.
But he wasn't perfect.
Izuku's tongue broke the seam of his lips to taste Shouto's first ever orgasm as he tried not to stare at his classmate's cock. He flushed as the dual quirk user opened his eyes in time to see the base display. “S- sorry!” He apologised quickly as Shouto's mouth dropped open.
He averted his gaze as his classmate sat up and grabbed the long since abandoned pillow to cover himself once more.
Ah, crap.
“Why did you just-?” Shouto whispered, a curious edge to his voice as he leaned forward slightly. His gaze bore into Izuku's face as he caught his own lip between perfect white teeth and silence settled around them for a few heavy seconds as Midoriya mentally kicked himself.
“I'm really sorry Shouto, that was- shit that was really rude of me, I just-”
“What does it taste like?”
Izuku's attention snapped back to blue and grey eyes as his cheeks flushed red hot, “I- um… its-” oh god what the hell was he supposed to say? It had tasted like come!
But Todoroki was already moving forward, reaching to settle an unsure hand on his shoulder as Izuku froze like a deer in headlights. And then his face far too close, the tip of his tongue sliding between his lips to flick out against the corner of Izuku's own. He leaned back as he drew his tongue back into his mouth and Izuku wondered what hell life choices he'd made to end up in his crush’s room, watching him taste his own come and scrunch up his face in distaste.
“It's weird. Why did you lick it?” Shouto asked, levelling him with a look of both reproach and curiosity.
“I-” because I'm a pervert, apparently, Midoriya chastised himself silently. “I don't know? I've tasted my own a few times a- and I just kind of wondered…” he trailed off as he watched a look of ‘Oh fuck’ flash over his classmate's face.
Shouto pressed down firmly on the pillow in his lap and made a sound of frustration, “you're making my dick harder, stop talking.” He groaned, tipping his head back on his shoulders to grumble at the ceiling.
Izuku felt his jaw drop as he stared at his friend. Had he really just said that hearing about Izuku tasting his own come had made him harder??
Izuku debated silently for all of five seconds before he found himself leaning forward slightly, “I touch myself like I was helping you do.” He whispered, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, “sometimes I finger myself too.” He admitted.
Midoriya shifted to his knees again, moving closer slowly as Todoroki’s gaze snapped back to his. He watched the other teen swallow thickly, and felt a little emboldened, “I made myself come without touching my cock once, just fingering my ass. I came all over myself and I couldn't think straight for a minute.”
“Fuck…” Shouto whispered, staring as he swallowed again, “you're making this so much worse right now Izuku.”
Midoriya settled a hand atop Shouto’s on the cushion and pressed gently, drawing a low groan from the other teen, “I’ll make it better again, if you'll let me?” He offered in a low voice, unsure but hopeful as he leaned in to tentatively press his lips against his crush’s.
Shouto tensed before relaxing, and Izuku felt an odd rush of breath against his cheek as he tilted his head and gently kneaded their lips together; somehow both cool and warm at the same time.
Midoriya kept his lips together as he drew back and pressed forward once, twice, three times, before kneading them again, drawing a soft sigh from his classmate. His heart thundered wildly in his chest, to the point where he was actually surprised that Todoroki couldn't hear it, but he didn't stop. He didn't want to - he wasn't even sure he could unless Shouto told him to.
He leaned closer, shifting to settle a muscular thigh between Shouto’s as the other teen moved to part his legs enough for him. A moment later he felt a hot hand on his bicep and couldn't stop the groan that broke from him as he flicked his tongue against the seam of his friend's lips. Just one brief, wet touch against soft skin that had a shiver running down his spine and his cock twitching in his already half ruined boxers.
Shouto moaned and copied the action as a cool hand settled on Izuku's other bicep, fingers pressing indents into muscle as he did it again. It was Izuku's turn to moan as he lifted his own scarred hands to finally touch his crush properly.
He could hardly even believe he was actually kissing Shouto, and he sent a silent thanks heavenward to whatever crazy god had let this miracle happen, trailing the pads of his fingers up both warm and cool arms, up over shoulders and further to card through bi-coloured hair.
Izuku drew in a steadying breath to calm his pounding heart and finally, finally, slid his tongue into Shouto’s mouth.
Shouto drew in a sharp breath at the feel of another's tongue against his own for the first time, before Izuku both heard and felt him groan, echoing it with one of his own as he took over. He'd never actually kissed anyone before, but he'd read up on it for whenever the time came, and the way Shouto’s hands heated and cooled against his skin told him he wasn't doing a terrible job at making their first kisses memorable.
They might both be inexperienced, but they could learn - practice makes perfect, after all. If Shouto wanted to maybe do this again, obviously.
They kissed softly for long minutes, as Midoriya ran his hands over every part of Todoroki that he could reach from his position half straddling his classmate's lap. He slipped his hand beneath the cushion covering Shouto's modestly and Shouto broke the kiss with a sharply hissed in breath.
“This isn't masturbation anymore, is it?” He asked, dropping his head back with a long groan as Izuku wrapped his fingers around his still come slicked cock.
“No, it's not. Do you want to stop?” Izuku whispered, catching his bottom lip with his teeth as he fought against the heat that threatened to colour his cheeks, “we can go back to what we did before until we get rid of this quirk, if you like?”
“If you take your hand off my dick right now, I'm gonna get mad.” Shouto informed, fingers digging further into his biceps as he dropped his head forward to thud against Izuku's shoulder, “but you can stop if you want to. I know what to do now.”
“Shouto…” Izuku said on a rush of breath, tightening his fist around his friend's cock, watching as a shiver visibly ran through the other teen and his back rolled with it, “I don't want to stop. I just want to make you feel good. I want to touch you, kiss you. God, I wanna suck your cock so bad right now.” He admitted quietly, sliding his fist down and back up, harder than he'd touched Shouto before.
“Fuck-!” Todoroki pulled away, flopping back against his sheets with a loud moan, flinging an arm across his eyes as his unscarred cheek tinted pink. “Please. Fucking please. I want you to do what that woman in the video did.” He groaned, biting his lip before continuing, “I don't know why people put each other's genitals in their mouths, but I want it. I want it right now.” He admitted on a low breath, the blush to his cheek deepening as he bucked his hips up into Izuku's hand, seeking relief.
Izuku felt the air blow from his lungs at his classmate's words. He stared as Shouto took a few calming breaths, watching a short billow of steam curl from his friend's mouth as he gave a sigh and sank into soft bedding.
Midoriya slid his fist slowly up and then down his classmate's cock once, tensing his fist hard enough to draw another broken gasp from Todoroki, before reaching his free hand to gently remove the pillow.
Izuku shifted to kneel between the dual quirk user’s legs, swallowing thickly. He could barely believe he had this chance to finally kiss and touch his crush, and there was no way he wouldn't make the most of it. He leaned down as Todoroki lifted his head to stare down at him, and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, “I've never done this before, Shouto.” He admitted quietly, “but I've practiced on a couple of my toys - so just tell me what feels good, okay?”
Izuku didn't wait for Shouto to respond, he simply leaned down to flick the tip of his tongue out to taste the still wet come coating the other teen’s length. Todo tensed, hips rolling to chase the sensation.
“It feels good.” Shouto gasped immediately, fisting both hands in the sheets either side of himself, his chin tilting to the ceiling as he shoved the back of his head deeper into the mattress, “do it again Izuku.”
Midoriya fought a smile as he did as he was told, flattening his tongue to lick a long, firm line up Shouto’s cock, eyes focused on his classmate as he parted his lips further to take the head into his mouth.
“Oh god-” Shouto groaned almost helplessly, ice spreading and steam rising as he tried to buck up again. But Midoriya was ready, quickly grabbing his hips and pressing them down into the mattress, “whyyy? Let me-” Shouto gasped, trying again to thrust up into his mouth.
But Izuku simply flexed his fingers and pressed harder, slowly taking his crush’s cock into his mouth inch by tortuous inch, until the tip of his nose bushed against bi-coloured pubes and Shouto was veritably vibrating with desperation.
Midoriya pulled back just as slowly, as Todoroki gave a choked off moan and the cock in his mouth heated and then cooled rapidly.
“Go faster, please.” Shouto’s tone already bordered on begging, but Izuku sank back down again, even slower than before. He wanted to watch him come undone.
He wanted to see if he could set Shouto aflame.
If this was the only opportunity that Izuku was going to get to touch and lick and suck Shouto, he had to savour it. He just had to.
He pulled off, letting his classmate's cock fall from his lips to hit wetly against his stomach, before licking another long stripe up the length. He pressed a kiss to the leaking, almost angrily flushed head, before kissing his way down to Shouto's already tightly drawn up balls as the other teen practically squirmed.
“Relax. Just let me make you feel good Shouto.” Izuku encouraged quietly, he really didn't want Shouto to come too quickly. He wanted a few minutes, just a few short minutes before he made him come again, to revel in the feel and taste of his crush’s skin and the heavy hardness of his cock. Izuku leaned in, sucking and lapping at Todoroki’s balls for a moment before moving to take his cock into his mouth. It was a little awkward without the use of his hands, but as soon as the tip was between his parted lips he slid down slowly.
“Izuku-” Shouto clearly tried for a warning tone and failed, drawing in a sharp breath through his nose as he thumped a clenched fist down into soft bedding and a frustrated groan broke from him. He moaned outright when the tip of his cock touched Midoriya's tonsils, and tried to roll his hips.
Izuku tightened his hold on Todoroki’s hips, knowing his classmate would likely accidentally choke him as soon as he did what he'd been dreaming of doing for the past couple of years.
He took a breath and relaxed his throat as he sank further.
As his nose pressed into red and white pubes Midoriya had to quickly use almost one percent of his quirk to force his friend's hips down into soft bedding, green energy zipping along his skin as Shouto groaned beneath him.
Izuku pressed just a little harder as he slid down the final, satisfying inch, his nose buried deep in Shouto’s mons to the point where even his lips were squished hard against skin. His throat flexed, trying to swallow against the intrusion instinctively, but he didn't pull back, Shouto’s desperate, almost helpless groan etching itself forever into his memory as the cock in his throat twitched.
Saliva pooled in Izuku’s mouth as he finally pulled away when he started to get dizzy, but the taste of pre come against the back of his tongue had him simply taking a deep breath and forcing himself back down on Shouto's dick with a moan that cut off when his air supply did. He waited, before pulling back for a quick breath and dipping down once more.
Shouto went completely silent as Izuku deepthroated him a fourth time, his thighs tensing beneath scarred forearms to the point where Midoriya could feel them practically vibrating. He flicked his gaze up quickly, his classmate’s cock still sheathed in his throat as saliva dripped from the corners of his lips and his eyes began to water.
Todoroki's back was arched slightly to shove his head as deep into the mattress as possible, his chest still as he held his breath, both fists white knuckling the sheets either side of him. Izuku heard teeth grind as he felt Shouto's cock twitch again and a bead of pre come leaked from the tip, followed by another slow pulsing throb in his mouth as more pre come dripped down his throat.
Izuku wanted to swallow but couldn't, his neck muscles fluttering to try, both of them seemingly frozen as another couple of seconds ticked by, until Shouto began to smoke. Small flames burst suddenly from the scarred side of his face to race down his neck, rolling over his shoulder to engulf his chest and arm as the air blew from his lungs on a low frustrated groan so rough and broken it was almost hauntingly beautiful.
Midoriya made to pull back quickly, wanting to reassure Shouto and apologise for teasing him too much as flames grew wilder over pale skin, but a freezing hand shot to grip the back of his head, preventing him. Icy fingers flexed as blunt nails dug into his scalp, and suddenly he was being shoved back down.
A desperate moan broke from Izuku's raw throat as he was yanked back and shoved down quickly. He felt frost crackle along the back of his neck, beneath his shirt as the material froze to him. He flicked his gaze up to meet mismatched eyes when Shouto lifted his head to stare down at him, as he pushed Midoriya all the way down on his length and held him there.
Shouto caught his bottom lip between his teeth and screwed his eyes shut, forcing the fire smoking up the room to calm, pulling it back into himself, before using his finally extinguished arm to prop himself up. He panted, steam curling from his mouth as he gently pulled his freezing hand from Izuku's hair and quickly swept it towards where his sheets and bed were smouldering and smoking as they burned.
Izuku pulled off Todoroki's cock as ice burst to cover the end of the bed, spreading up the scorched wall as glittering crystals, before it thickened into a smothering layer over burnt material and blackened wallpaper.
“Sorry.” Shouto gasped as they both breathed heavily, “I was trying to make sure my flames didn't - but I only managed to stop them coming out of my leg, I didn't want to burn you, I'm sorry I lost control.”
But Izuku was too busy staring, chest heaving from lack of oxygen and the heavy scent of smoke in the room, “that was so hot Shouto…” he coughed, before quickly getting up to open the sliding glass door to clear the smoke. Luckily the flash of fire had been stopped quickly so it wasn't too bad; they'd be okay long enough for Izuku to make Shouto come again, he thought.
“Did you get burned? Or were you making a joke?” Todoroki asked, frowning in concern as he reached for Midoriya when he walked back to the unfrozen half of the bed.
“No, no I'm fine-” Izuku dropped to his knees on the futon and reached to grip pale thighs, “I meant it was the hottest thing I've ever seen.” He reassured, flexing scarred fingers to dig into the flesh of his classmate's legs, his voice a little hoarse.
Midoriya leaned in and connected their lips as though pulled by an invisible string, sliding his tongue into Todoroki's mouth barely a moment later. He could taste the tiny smudge of soot on his crush’s bottom lip and couldn't fight the quiet moan that broke from him as he shifted closer.
Shouto lifted almost body temperature hands to grip scarred biceps, but as the kiss deepened they fluctuated again, heating and cooling, before he pulled away, “you don't have to help me Izuku, I almost set you on fire.” He whispered, an embarrassed flush staining his unscarred cheek.
“No, please. I want to. Please don't make me leave right now.” Izuku pleaded as he buried his hands in bi coloured hair and drew Shouto in for another kiss.
Shouto drew back a moment later, a small curl of steam breaking from the corner of his mouth as he spoke, “if you left right now, I think I'd burn down the whole dorm. Kiss me again.” He demanded, already leaning back in.
Midoriya felt fingers bury themselves In his hair as Shouto took over the kiss. It was clumsy and messy, but he didn't care.
He settled atop his classmate as he kissed back harder, before pulling back, “you can fuck me if you want.” He whispered almost desperately.
“I wouldn't even know how.” Shouto gasped, hot and cold hands drawing him in for another desperate kiss, before arms wrapped around the back of his neck.
“I can prep myself. Fuck me - I- I mean, do you want to fuck me?” Izuku panted as he rolled his hips. He was bigger than Shouto by almost half a foot, and far more muscular, but he wanted the man inside him so badly. “You can say no.” He said breathlessly, even as he sat back and tore off his shirt.
“Please.” Shouto groaned, rolling his hips to grind their cocks together, “take your clothes off, I need you naked.”
“Fuck - one second.” Izuku gasped, shifting to yank the rest of his clothes off, before settling back in Shouto’s lap, “tell me I can ride your cock.” He demanded almost breathlessly, before he kissed his classmate once again.
“Ride me!” Todoroki almost shouted as he broke the kiss, “is that what I'm supposed to say?” He gasped as nails dug into Izuku’s scalp and he was drawn back down for another rough kiss, “I just want to make you feel good, Izuku.”
Midoriya’s breath hitched as he panted against cool skin, fingers already teasing at his hole. He lifted them to his lips and sucked, spitting all over the digits disgustingly, before dropping them back to his ass. “You will.” He assured, panting, “you're gonna make me feel so good, I swear.”
He slid his middle finger inside himself immediately, opening his mouth to pant against pale skin, “oh god - Shouto I need you-”
“I'm here, tell me what to do.” Shouto said immediately, hands cupping his face as he looked up at him, blue and grey eyes focused as perfect teeth sank into his bottom lip.
But Midoriya simply bit his own lip and dropped his head, panting, “you- you don't have to do anything yet.” He gasped as he worked himself faster.
He slid his spit slicked finger in and out of his hole until he felt like he could take more. He pressed the tip of a second finger against himself and groaned, practically forcing the digit inside. He ground his hips forward, rutting against Shouto as he groaned.
“I want your cock inside me.” He panted roughly, scissoring the fingers inside him, “you can use me to come. I just want you to blow in me. Fucking ruin me. Use me.”
Todoroki hissed in a sharp breath and threw himself back against the bed, “no.” He said firmly, lifting his ice wielding hand to his lips, sucking his middle finger, before reaching down.
Midoriya tensed as he felt a third finger stretch him. He groaned into the crook of Shouto’s neck desperately, “please.” He begged breathlessly.
“Why do you want me to belittle you? All I want is to tell you how amazing you are.” He groaned as he rolled his hips and shoved his finger deeper.
Izuku hissed in a sharp breath and opened his mouth to pant against the cool column of Todoroki’ neck, “tell me then. Tell me how good I am.” He groaned, already pulling his fingers from himself. He spat on them and slicked his hole with more spit, before reaching between them to line up Shouto’s cock, before slowly sinking down.
“You're amazing Izuku- fuck-” Shouto gasped, head pushing into the softness of his mattress as Midoriya sank all the way down on his cock slowly. Hot and cold fingers dug into his thighs as he lifted back up.
He felt so full as he sat back down that he couldn't hold back his own moan of enjoyment. He reached to fist his cock, “I'm gonna come all over your face, Sho.” He wanted to mark the hot and cold hero as his own.
“Please. All over me-” Shouto gasped, fingers digging suddenly into Midoriya’s hips, before he felt the other teen slam home, “if you don't come I'm gonna be mad.” He hissed, already pulling out to thrust back in, setting a fast pace.
And fuck - he was actually being used.
Just how he'd wanted.
Izuku dropped forward with a choked off cry, burying his face in the crook of Shouto’s neck, hand thrust between them to fist his cock, “like that, fuck, just like that Shouto.” He panted, as hot and cold fingers gripped each of his ass cheeks and yanked them apart, Shouto thrusting up even harder, clearly chasing his own release already.
“I want - I want more.” Shouto hisse a moment later, and Izuku felt a hand shove into his hair, before he was yanked to the side and forced onto his front, face pressed into Shouto’s futon as the other teen groaned and lined himself back up, before slamming their hips together again, fingers tightening in his hair as he filled him once again, “is this okay?” He groaned, even as he fucked Izuku down harder, “I’m gonna come soon, you feel so good.”
“Oh my god, fuck-” Izuku gasped and rocked his hips back. Shit, Shouto was so much better than any of his toys, “come in me, come in me. Come in me-” he immediately begged, mouth open as he drooled against Shouto’s duvet.
Fuck, they should probably talk about this, but-
“Shouto, harder, please - I'm so fucking close!”
Frost spread over the back of Izuku’s head as fingers buried themselves in his hair, before he felt himself yanked back and warm lips pressed against his neck, “come. Now.” A scalding hand wrapped around the back of Izuku's, forcing his hand to pump faster around his cock, and he was lost.
He choked on his own spit as his entire body tensed, before come pumped from him to ruin Shouto's bedding. The other teen hadn't even hit his prostate and he'd sent him spiralling. He dropped forward, ass still held high as he gasped and panted. Fuck. Fuck.
“Inside me-” Izuku barely managed to gasp, rolling his hips, “shove your cock deep when you come.”
Fuck, the sheets beneath him were absolutely ruined with his come, he realised as a burning hot hand settled on his back and shoved him down into his own mess and Shouto’s breath hitched, before a low moan broke from him and the cock inside him pulsed and throbbed. Warmth spilled and pumped into him as Izuku dropped, gasping for breath as his arms gave out, before Shouto collapsed against his back, panting.
“That was the best thing I've ever felt.” He swallowed thickly and continued, still breathless, “I want to do it again, right now.” He fell to the side to thump against ruined bedding, already reaching to draw Izuku in for another sloppy kiss.
Izuku snorted a laugh as he followed, drawing from the kiss a long minute later, “you have to get hard again first.” He murmured against eager lips.
“I'm still hard. I don't think the quirk has worn off yet. Tell me how to make you feel good this time.” Shouto demanded as he rolled them over, straddling Midoriya's hips. Grey and blue eyes bored into green as the hetrochromatic teen dipped down to connect their lips again.
“You did make me feel good, Shouto.” Izuku said breathlessly, kissing the other hero harder as he rolled his hips up, “but if you wanna take my cock when I can get hard again, I won't say no.” He grinned as Shouto dropped to grind their hips together again, groaning into the crook of his neck.
“Yes. I'll take it. You better be ready to do this forever, Izuku. I don't think I'll stop wanting you when I get soft.”
Izuku moaned, even as he smiled, “that's fine by me.” He whispered into heated skin as he rolled them over once again.