All Might watches Izuku ramble endlessly about who knows what. A few times concern crosses Izuku's face, then excitement, and lastly thoughtfulness. Usually rotating in that order. All Might lost track of the conversation a while ago. Eventually Izuku would bring up asking to come by after school, which is the prompt All Might is waiting for. But until then he just watches his boy babble between bites of his lunch.
A few days ago this week Izuku has been starting to visit after school. The first day this week putting All Might through a sorry excuse for training indoors, he kissed him.
It threw All Might off guard of course, but it made him dizzy the next second when Izuku kissed him again. When All Might faltered for what seemed like an eternity Izuku rambled about it being his first kiss, apologizing about him basically being inexperienced, how long he's been wanting to, and after that All Might stopped listening.
All Might then decided to train the boy on a new topic. Now that this 'kissing training' has been occuring, they all end with Izuku accidentally cumming. Again with Izuku rambling about firsts and whatnot.
From where he sat right now his heart rose at the thought of being Izuku's first.
And then it sank.
Pathetic of him to succumb to such feelings. But how can anyone say no to a face like that?
So full of life and light. Plush, buoyant, soft...
"... And so I thought maybe we could go over that too!" Izuku babbled away, half covering his mouth, forgetting his manners as he chews the last of his rice.
All Might indulges on viewing those pink lips peeking behind such youthful hands. His eyes travel to the filled cheeks, freckles rising and falling with each crunch.
A few pieces of rice stumbles out of Izuku's mouth as he rushes to complete a sentence. Upon notice his cheeks tint a lovely hue before covering his mouth fully in attempt to hide the mistake. His eyes downcast to his bento box to avoid knowing if rather or not his idol saw.
All Might chooses to indulge once more. With a soft chuckle he says, "Ya'know my boy, it's rude to talk with your mouth full."
Izuku mumbles hastily for moment, practically forgetting what All Might just told him as he finishes the rice. With a gulp, his blush increases and his eyes still glued downward. "S-sorry," he sheepishly tugs at his uniform's cuffs.
All Might chuckles once more and brings a hand up, "No worries, just finish up." He rests a cheek on his hand, a slow breath leaving his mouth with closed eyes.
Izuku returns to his meal, eating the last pieces of fish while still avoiding eye contact. The silence filled by his slow chewing encourages All Might to peek an eye open.
Oh so pretty his boy is.
"I-I know you said it doesn't bother you, but I still feel a little bad when I'm the only one eating..." Izuku closes the empty bento box, pushing it aside so he could resume discussing his notes.
Oh so polite his boy is.
"My boy don't worry yourself," Oh how often he worries, "As long as you get those nutrients to become a great hero!" All Might smiles warmly with a wink, such a default answer to anything.
"Yeah but, even a great hero- no, the greatest hero like you need to eat!" Izuku flushes at the end of his sentence, his endearment overriding his obvious embarrassment.
Oh how youthful his boy is.
All Might's gaze lingers a bit before saying, "The older you get the less you need those nutrients," finishing with a self-deprecating laugh.
Izuku's cheeks puff as he pouts, mumbling his usual 'you're not old.'
As always All Might begs to differ, but says nothing. His boy clearly in denial of his favorite hero's assumed age. Not like All Might could blame him, any child would try to warp how old their idol is in their head. Anything to keep the dream alive.
Just as All Might begins to remind Izuku of the time, his boy pipes up. "Can-can we train today? And go over the stuff I talked about?" He shows the diagram and notes in his journal to All Might as proof.
Of course the retired hero had no idea what his protege was talking about. As the notes and diagrams were not about kissing but fighting poses.
"Yes, absolutely!" He grins, honestly Izuku can come by whenever, but if his boy feels the need to come up with an excuse everytime thats fine too.
With a pleasant goodbye Izuku returns to his classes, almost skipping out the door at the idea of seeing his hero later today.
All Might certainly feels the same way.
A soft rhythmic knock raps on All Might's door. Already knowing of the visitor he quickly strides to go answer.
And there was his boy, backpack slack on his shoulders, nearly shouting a hello.
"Excited for today's training?" All Might laughs at the codeword the two mistakenly made.
His laugh dies, the joke no longer funny as the reality of even having a codeword strikes him.
"Y-yeah!" Izuku says breathlessly, "I've been thinking about it all day..."
All Might couldn't help but notice the bulge forming in Izuku's uniform pants. He really must have been thinking about it all day. Well, not like All Might hasn't been either.
Soon enough Izuku is brought inside, taking his spot laying down on the couch with All Might on top of him. Small sweet kisses are exchanged as Izuku lazily kicks his boots off, digging his nails into All Might's scalp.
It doesn't take long before the hero's tongue was in Izuku's mouth, tasting his precious boy.
"A-all Might!" Izuku squeaks out followed by a shy moan as All Might's tongue rubs against his. Izuku's hand falls to the older man's shoulder, the other along his back. Izuku tries to use his tongue against All Might's like he's been taught before. It causes the poor boy to thrust his hips forward instinctively.
All Might kisses and sucks along Izuku's neck, hearing the boy whimper and moan. Soon Izuku begs for mouth to mouth again, moving his hips just so, his cock stiffening against his pants.
Izuku's back curls, grasping his idol's shoulders as he cries out a shaky moan that makes the other shiver. "A-All Might- ah!" Izuku moans into the other's mouth. He thrusts against his pants once more, follwed by a few meeker ones.
All Might parts from him, giving Izuku room to breathe- practically panting. He brings his lips to Izuku's ear, "My boy what have I told you?" A bit of scolding always excites his boy.
"To call you," he pants, "to call you T-Toshinori." Izuku brings a sleeved hand to his face, "when we're at your place..."
"Good boy," All Might places a chaste kiss on Izuku's dusted pink cheek. It's only been a few days since their makeouts have been happening, Izuku was prone to slip up here and there.
All Might could never get mad at him for the slip ups, afterall the kid gets to makeout with the Number One Hero. Such fantasies coming to life are bound to cause the boy confusing the two sides of the hero under pleasurable circumstances.
However it still pains All Might to be reminded of the hero he should be in moments like these. These... Sessions he has with his boy. In these sessions he would much rather be called his true name, only his true name can carry such disgusting desires that only a villain could have. Not a hero.
"Toshi," a shaky breath, "Toshinori..." Izuku grips a handful of All Might's shirt. The boy shifts uncomfortably from underneath his idol, his eyes looking away in shame. All Might looks to the younger man's groin.
Oh so young his boy is.
All Might releases a small chuckle, he shouldn't laugh but the high he has chose for him. He brings a hand to palm the boy's soaked cock.
"So soon," he muses, pulling at the zipper constraining his boy.
"I," Izuku huffs a shaky breath, "I know, sorry," he muffles through his hand.
"You're getting better," All Might kisses Izuku's forehead, a poor excuse of comforting the kid. Izuku always cums within the first couple of minutes of their makeout sessions.
Izuku sighs, still clearly embarrassed. All Might places a few more kisses on his dampened forehead as he continues to slowly unzip Izuku as to not hurt him.
Freeing the boy from his uniform pants, All Might pulls his cock from the themed briefs. "Maybe you should start bringing an extra pair of sweats." He lets out a hearty laugh, seeing his boy pout at the comment makes him laugh harder.
"Only because I'm running out of pairs to give you," All Might shimmies the pants from around Izuku's hips to his thighs. Soon the pants are discarded all together with the boy's briefs and boots.
"I know, I know," Izuku huffs again, he's been avoiding doing so since the first time it happened out of sheer stubbornness that he would finally cum after he got his clothes off. He wouldn't want to worry his mother with all the dirty laundry as of late.
Izuku lays partially nude underneath All Might, his back cushioned by the sturdy couch. He unbottons his blazer- usually the first to go next to his shoes, today they were in quite a rush. Tossing the blazer next to his pants, he begins to unbutton his shirt and stops halfway where his hero likes it.
"Y-you want to try and finish on me again?" Izuku lifts the shirt to his chest, exposing his toned stomach, his cock resting against his navel as it begins to go flaccid.
All Might weighs his options. Last time when Izuku came he insisted All Might did so too out of fairness. With such an aged body it became frustrating, and quite frankly, utterly humiliating.
Izuku squirms under All Might's gaze, still waiting for a response. Soon a calloused hand pats the younger's belly as the older hums in thought. Izuku's cock twitches as All Might begins to rub the boy's hip with a thumb.
All Might didn't feel as tight in his pants as he should today, it would lead to even more frustration if he attempted. Still, the privilege of seeing his boy in such way will always be intoxicating. All Might's eyes travels to his boy's limping cock, lightly glazed from his accident.
Oh so small his boy is.
All Might feels acid in his throat.
"Ah," All Might swallows thickly. Disgusting.
"N-no," so disgusting.
He's going to vomit.
"Not today, my boy." It shouldn't be any day.
Izuku nods in understanding. At least of what he can understand from the situation. "Oh, okay!" He doesn't want his idol to be ashamed.
All Might tries to compose himself as Izuku sits up, releasing his tightened grip on the couch. The two sit side by side as a few moments pass in silence.
Izuku shifts.
Oh right, his boy needs to cover himself.
All Might apologizes half heartedly as he rushes to his room. As he rummages through his dresser for a pair of sweats he tries to bury his thoughts.
Emerging from the room, he feels his heart flutter upon seeing his boy covering the now flaccid cock.
Oh goodness it doesn't take too much effort for the boy to hide it.
All Might's heart sinks again. Still developing.
Izuku perks up, "Ah thank you!" He begins to stand up, but All Might quickly brings a hand up. He can't bring himself too look right now.
At least not until tomorrow.
Handing Izuku the pants he quickly turns away into the kitchen to prepare some tea. All Might stands solid at the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil. His berating thoughts almost loud enough to cover the sound of Izuku slipping into his sweats. Almost.
All Might jumps once the kettle shrieks, quickly removing it from the stove to pour two cups. Placing a tea bag in each, he then brings the pair onto the coffee table. Taking a seat next to his now sloppily clothed boy, he wills himself to maintain eye contact.
Izuku mumbles a pleasantry as he brings the tea to his lips, cooling it with his breath. All Might notices his shirt isn't buttoned all the way.
Once Izuku takes a sip All Might leans over to button the shirt, ignoring the hitch in the boy's breath. All Might's nose wrinkles at the thought of Izuku's mother having to iron the shirt.
Soon after tea Izuku manages to convince All Might into cuddling. An innocent activity in any type of relationship. It's just a shame that All Might's mind twists it into something else.
It only takes a few minutes before Izuku is asleep against the taller man's chest. All Might clutches the boy's side, his fingers slipping under the shirt to indulge the firming skin. He glances down, some of Izuku's hair still sticks to his forehead. His lips parted slightly as he heaves lazy breaths.
All Might couldn't help himself but to smile at that. His boy becoming so exhausted after cumming so soon. All it ever takes is to have the older man in his mouth.
All Might frowns.
He shouldn't enjoy the boy as much he does.
All Might feels himself begin to suffocate. Izuku has to leave.
He shakes Izuku softly, the boy stirs awake. "Hm...?" His eyes flutter open, peering into All Might questioningly. Innocently.
All Might falters for an excuse. "Ah, don't you have to be home soon?"
Kids his age had a curfew right?
Oh God.
"I don't have to be home until 8," Izuku whines, his hands holding tighter onto his hero.
"No...homework?" All Might feels the ghost of his stomach knot.
Izuku rubs his face into All Might's chest. "Noo..." He tries to lie, knowing it's not gonna work he buries his face between his idol's pecs.
Why does his pants feel tight?
"M-my boy," All Might tries, his voice dying in his throat, heat rising in his groin.
"Do you want me to leave?" Izuku whispers solemnly from his hero's chest. His hands now brought to wrap around All Might's neck. He shuffles his hips closer to the older man.
He can't breathe.
He's so pathetic.
Swallowing thickly, All Might pushes back his quickening anxiety. He can't say no to the kid, he'll just have to lie.
"No my boy, I don't want you to leave," he's being too truthful now, "but are you sure you don't have work to catch up on?" He thinks for a moment. "Chores?" The taste of lead sinks into his tongue.
Izuku looks away, All Might assumes he's using that brilliant mind of his. "Well, I don't have to finish anything until this weekend..." He shifts closer.
Without warning All Might coughs up the blood gathering in his throat. Izuku nearly jumps away with a squeak. Harsh coughs continue for a few moments, with All Might trying to wipe away the blood from his mouth. His hand lingers, his eyes screwed shut, he feels more coming.
Izuku feels more than guilty as his mentor coughs a few more times, his hand becoming more coated. "I'll... I'll get some tissues," Izuku abruptly stands, scolding himself as he rushes to the bathroom.
All Might pinches the bridge of his nose, painfully aware of his cock softening in discomfort. It's hard to fight back tears when your cock aches. He would assume it would get easier since this has become a routine for him.
Izuku returns with the tissues, helping pat away the blood on the hero's face and hand. He mumbles apologies on each tap.
"I-I'll go, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Oh he looks about ready to tear up.
"No my boy," His voice is hoarse, "never." There's a pause.
"You can never make me uncomfortable." All Might affirms, hopefully his boy catches the hint.
He does, "O-okay! I'll get going then, so you can relax! Or-or catch up on work! I know that you're busy and I shouldn't be keeping you. I'm sorry for being so selfish, and I promise I'll bring pants tomorrow so you won't have to worry about running out!" Izuku rambles out.
When no response comes from All Might, Izuku pipes up again as a thought occurs. "Oh and-and I'll return your other pants too! I'll wash them first of course so uh," Izuku fumbles, "I'll have them washed for you!" He quickly finishes, hiding his blush.
"Alright," All Might croaks. Clearing his throat as he begins to stand with Izuku following suit. Walking the boy to the door, Izuku quickly hugs his midsection and chirps a goodbye. All Might forces a smile as the boy leaves.
With a soft click of the door, tears begin to fall.