Chapter 1: The Night We Met

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from avo

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Hitoshi could practically touch the weight on his shoulders, the stress from his mission finally easing.

He got the information, the job was done, and now Hitoshi could finally go home and unwind after a month in the underground.

He sighed, pushing his hair out of the way as he walked down the street. Hitoshi paused, eyes catching on the looping sign of a five star hotel. He glanced through the windows, catching sight of the patrons as they drifted between the lobby and the lounge.

Hitoshi relaxed, changing his course and entering the building to find his own seat at the bar.

He dropped onto the stool, relieved to finally get off his feet, and rested his face in his hands with a drawn out sigh.

"Rough day?" Someone at the bar asked.

Hitoshi suppressed a groan, lifting his head with a retort on his tongue, but the words died just as quickly.

The man was watching him with stunning green eyes, head tilted onto his fist as he swirled an Old Fashioned. His face held genuine curiosity, framed by a cropped mess of curls and heightened by a soft smile.

He was attractive, but the smattering of scars and freckles that covered his face made him look like a god.

"More like a long week. Or two," Hitoshi finally replied, turning away in an attempt to hide the pink on his cheeks.

"I can understand that. Let me buy you a drink," he motioned to the bartender. She turned to Hitoshi with a raised brow.

"Syrah. Anything over 10 years old. And make it a big glass."

She nodded, bringing him the wine quickly before she busied herself with other customers.

"Do I get to know the name of the man buying me drinks at an expensive bar?" Hitoshi asked, taking a sip as he angled himself towards the other guest.

"Only if I can get the name of the one I'm buying them for," he replied with a teasing grin.

"Hitoshi," he chuckled, extending a hand. He couldn't give his family name or an alias without blowing his cover, so his given would have to do.

"Izuku," the guy responded, offering Hitoshi a firm shake.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before. Did you just check in?" Izuku asked.

"Not really, just decided to stop by on my way home from work. What are you in town for?"

"Work conference, though it's incredibly dull. The alcohol helps," he joked, taking another taste of the drink.

What Hitoshi meant to be a huff of laughter came out as a rather embarrassing snort that left him more than a little mortified as he covered his mouth.

"I am so sorry," Hitoshi groaned, flopping onto the counter.

"Don't be," Izuku said, drawing Hitoshi's gaze back to him. "It was cute."

One drink remained just that. One.

But it might have taken Hitoshi hours to finish it.

Izuku was a joy to listen to, the other man chatting with him endlessly about the most random things: books, movies, hero rankings.

And for once, Hitoshi was actually enjoying talking to someone.

Every time he would reply to Izuku's rants about the hero world, the man practically glowed, a wide smile overtaking his face as he continued on. That look only intensified when Hitoshi finally revealed his quirk, the man's excitement palpable.

He was mesmerized, drifting into a gentle lull as he watched Izuku. Mesmerized by the way his mouth twisted around his words, how his fingers wrapped around the empty glass, the width of his broad chest and shoulders when he had finally turned to fully face Hitoshi.

"Enjoying the view?" Izuku asked, pausing mid discussion to offer Hitoshi a smirk.

"Oh, god. I am so sorry," He apologized, not for the first time that night, and certainly not the last. Hitoshi looked away, trying to find something to do with his hands.

"Cute." Izuku murmured. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Hitoshi stopped, glancing at him with wide eyes.

Izuku didn't move. The small smile returned to his face, but it was overshadowed by his darkened eyes.

He didn't reply for a few moments, waiting for the man to take it back.

But those eyes never wavered.

He might be a strong hero, but he was a weak man, and Izuku knew just how much Hitoshi wanted him. But he knew what Izuku was looking for, what they were all looking for. He had seen it when Izuku had learned his quirk.

Hitoshi quashed his hesitance, preparing for a night of disappointment on both ends, but still desperately wanting Izuku's attention, just for now.

"I think it's about time we took this upstairs," Hitoshi replied, putting up his smooth and collected facade.

"I couldn't agree more."

Izuku stood first, sliding a few large bills across the counter to pay for their drinks. The second his hand left the surface, Hitoshi was grabbing it, dragging them out of the bar and into the lobby.

He pulled Izuku into his chest, brushing their cheeks. "Lead the way," he whispered.

Izuku paused, glancing at Hitoshi with an expression he didn't understand, before he was directing them to the elevators and jabbing at the buttons.

Hitoshi trapped him against the wall, brushing their lips as he wrapped an arm around the other's waist. He buried the ache in his chest, focusing on the control he didn't want but had nonetheless.

The elevator opened on their floor, Hitoshi stepping back to allow Izuku to exit first and lead them to his room. He unlocked the door, pulling Hitoshi in as fast as possible.

"Someone's eager," Hitoshi whispered, pinning him against the wall.

"I thought you would be too," Izuku shot back as Hitoshi wrapped a hand around his jaw, pressing their mouths together.

Hitoshi tilted his head, nipping at Izuku's lip to deepen the kiss. Izuku wrapped an arm around his shoulders and another across his back, pulling him impossibly closer.

He tried to enjoy the moment, focusing on the way kissing Izuku made him feel: warm,wanted. But Hitoshi felt his thoughts drifting to what came next and his stomach twisted painfully.

He could feel himself dissociating as their movements grew more desperate, Hitoshi's body moving forward without his notice. He drifted from Izuku's lips, his eyes clenching tightly as Hitoshi began to work his mouth down sunkissed skin.

"-shi. Hitoshi, that's enough."

He was shaken from his haze as Izuku flipped them, slamming Hitoshi into the wall. He froze, Izuku's dark eyes narrowing as he watched him.

Hitoshi swallowed, trying to piece together what he had missed that caused such a reaction. "I-"

"What do you want, Hitoshi?" Izuku asked, voice neutral.

"Wh- I want to fuck you. Obviously," he scowled, gesturing between them.

"What do youreallywant?" He paused, stepping back. "Because I know it's not what we were just doing. I haven't seen someone disassociate that badly since I was in college."

Hitoshi couldn't move, desperately trying to come up with some sort of response that wouldn't stop things then and there.

"I would like the truth, please," Izuku said as he went to respond. "Not some bullshit. And believe me, I can tell the difference."

Hitoshi took a deep breath, eyes falling to the ground. "I… I don't want to be in charge. Every- whenever I try to- uh, sleep with someone they always expect me to take control, but I don't want to. I never have."

It was quiet for a few moments, Hitoshi preparing for the inevitable rejection. He sighed. "I know this isn't what you were looking for, so I'll just-"

Izuku lifted his chin with a gentle hand, running his thumb over Hitoshi's lips. "Thank you for telling me," he whispered, his face softening. "Now let me take care of you, love."

Hitoshi's eyes widened as he tried to reply, but Izuku interrupted him with a firm kiss. He moved his hand into lavender hair, tugging at the strands so he could tip Hitoshi's head, mouthing slowly down the column of his throat.

Izuku used his other hand to grip his waist, tracing gentle circles across the bone as he guided Hitoshi away from the wall and towards the bedroom of the suite, kicking their shoes into the door. Hitoshi stumbled as the back of his legs hit the mattress, but Izuku's hold tightened to keep him steady as he lowered the hero onto the bed.

Izuku began unbuttoning Hitoshi's shirt, leaving a trail of feather light kisses in the wake of the fabric.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered into the skin. "So strong. I can see it in every curve of your body."

Hitoshi shivered, turning his head and hoping the other man wouldn't notice the flush spreading across his cheeks.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, and I expect an answer, verbal or otherwise. Do you understand, angel?" Izuku asked, gaze unmoving.

Hitoshi nodded, the pet name punching the air from his lungs in a way he had always dreamed of. If he was having a hard time breathing, words would be damn near impossible.

"It's been a long time since you've been with someone the way you wanted, hasn't it?"

A nod.

"Have youeverbeen with someone the way you really wanted?"

Hitoshi froze, embarrassment and shame contorting his stomach in a way that made him nauseous.

"I need you to answer me, Hitoshi," Izuku said, voice firm.

He shook his head, trying to roll away from him.

Izuku grabbed his arms, pinning them above Hitoshi's head, effectively stilling the man beneath him.

"There's nothing wrong with that, darling," Izuku assured, stroking his cheek. "I'm not going to judge you. I'm a very open person, which is why I will be able to give you almost anything tonight. The only thing I want from our time together is to make you feel satisfied, happy, and safe. Do you understand?"

Hitoshi nodded, trying to blink away the tears glazing his eyes.

Izuku smiled at him, warmth radiating from his features as he kissed Hitoshi with such open honesty and genuine care.

"Is there anything specific you want me to do for you, love?"

Hitoshi paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "I haven't really had the chance to… explore this kind of stuff. But," he took a deep breath, forcing his pride to the back of his mind. "I liked it when you, uh- I liked when you called me beautiful and strong. But I don't really know what else I could be interested in."

Izuku placed a soft kiss on his forehead, cradling Hitoshi's jaw in his hand. "Is there anything you don't want?"

He shook his head. "But, do you think you could be the one to… top?"

"I'd be happy to," Izuku replied, brushing a strand of hair from Hitoshi's face and leaving a kiss in its place.

"I'm going to try some things, if that's alright," he paused, waiting for Hitoshi to nod. "If you ever want me to stop, the word is iris, or if you can't speak you can pinch me."

Hitoshi barely started speaking before Izuku was stealing the words, pressing his jaw open just enough to slot his mouth against Hitoshi's. Izuku kissed him in long motions, drawing each breath from his lungs until the room began to spin.

He pulled away, leaving them both panting as he nosed his way across Hitoshi's jaw, brushing his lips across the tendons in his neck.

"You're absolutely stunning, darling." Izuku murmured against his skin, one of his hands trailing down his arm. "I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you since I caught you walking past the hotel window. You took my breath away with how good you looked, Hitoshi, especially in this shirt. It brings out your eyes so well."

Hitoshi shivered, suddenly desperate Izuku to be touching him again, touching himmore.

"Take it off for me, won't you?" Izuku asked, brushing his finger across the unbuttoned fabric as he stood from the bed.

He sat up, fumbling to get the thing off his arms and throw it to the side, not caring where it would be later.

Izuku grabbed something from the dresser, turning towards Hitoshi as he undid his cufflinks and removed his jacket. His hands drifted to his own chest, glancing at Hitoshi with heated eyes and undoing each button painstakingly slow. He stepped towards the bed, letting it fall to the floor.

Hitoshi had known the other man was toned, he had felt it beneath fabric when they had kissed, but he was not expecting the clear lines across Izuku's body. Each muscle was highlighted beautifully against his skin, every angle sharp on the planes of his torso.

He bit his lip, trying to quell his excitement as he reached forward, brushing his fingers across Izuku's chest. Hitoshi leaned closer, the shifting light drawing his attention to the pale scars that traced his frame.

"You like those, angel?" Izuku asked, lips quirking with a knowing smirk as he laid his hand on top of his.

Hitoshi ignored him, placing a tender kiss on the rather large mark slicing across his hip.

Izuku gently grabbed his shoulder, nudging him to lay back on the bed. He kneeled over Hitoshi, kissing a line up his neck before mouthing down his shoulder. He shivered as Izuku's hands began trailing up his sides, one moving back to his hip while the other came to rest next to Hitoshi's head, supporting the weight above him.

Hitoshi brought his hands to Izuku's back, running them across firm shoulders and scarred skin, warmth seeping into his palms.

He took a deep breath, turning his head to snuggle into Izuku's neck. Hitoshi stuttered as Izuku began sucking bruises into his skin, pushing him into the mattress with the hand on his hip.

"Holy sh-" Hitoshi's words cut off with a groan as Izuku bit into his shoulder, the slight pain quickly morphing to heat in his stomach.

Izuku pulled back, leaving a few soft kisses against the tender skin. "Sorry, love. Probably should have warned you I'm a biter."

Hitoshi shook his head quickly, threading a hand through the green undercut above him. "Do that again, please.Please, Izuku."

"God, I wish I could listen to you all day. I love your voice," he replied, shifting his weight. "Especially when you beg." He punctuated the last word with a bite to the other shoulder, grinding his thigh against Hitoshi's groin, forcing the air out of his lungs as a strained moan.

"Gorgeous," Izuku breathed, lips ghosting over his jaw before he began a path down Hitoshi's chest, teeth scraping and nipping the edge of every muscle as he traced his lips along the pale skin. Hitoshi sucked in a sharp breath as Izuku moved his hands to his waist, holding him still as his mouth and tongue left a warm trail across Hitoshi's abdomen.

Hitoshi could feel the heat coiling in his stomach, biting on his fist to calm himself and muffling the noises he had been making.

Suddenly all the warmth on his skin was gone, causing Hitoshi's eyes to snap open and meet Izuku's disapproving stare.

"What did I say about your voice?"

Hitoshi looked away, fighting the flush that spread across his cheeks. Izuku's eyes narrowed, hand pushing against Hitoshi's cock enough to cause a wave of pleasure to roll over his body. "Hitoshi."

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "You said you- you love my voice," he replied, words cracking in the middle.

"Exactly," Izuku smirked. "So none of this," he chidded, pulling Hitoshi's hand away from his face. "I want to hear every sound you make, darling. If you need somewhere to put your hands, they stay on me. Understand?" He asked, giving the hand a firm squeeze, careful not to cause any pain.

Hitoshi nodded quickly, threading his fingers back into Izuku's curls.

"That's better. Now, let's take care of these," Izuku smiled, hands moving to Hitohi's pants. He unzipped them, carefully supporting Hitoshi as he slid the last of the clothes off the man's legs.

Hitoshi's cock twitched in the open air, chills racing across his body. Izuku hummed, thumbs massaging circles into his hips while his fingers caressed Hitoshi's thighs.

He leaned down and kissed the head, sending a shudder through the man beneath him. Izuku didn't give him a chance to recover, laving his tongue up the shaft in an agonisingly slow motion.

"Fuck," Hitoshi gasped, hands tightening against Izuku's head.

"Did you like that, angel?" Izuku grinned, peppering kisses across the trail his tongue had just left.

Hitoshi whimpered, giving a slight tug to the other's hair. "Yes, please. Please, Izu-"

Izuku cut him off with another swipe of his tongue, sending Hitoshi into a fit of whines. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. I'm going to make you feel good, I promise."

He took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue across the tip before he began moving farther, sucking and licking his way down the shaft until Hitoshi could feel his cock hit the back of his throat.

"Izu… you don't have to-"

Izuku ignored him, taking the rest of Hitoshi without a single gag, every swallow squeezing against him.

Hitoshi cursed, throwing his head against the mattress with a sigh. He could barely focus, losing himself in the feeling. It was only when he felt a slicked finger slip into his hole that he came back to reality, moaning loudly. "Izuku- I'm gonna-"

He pulled off with a sound that made Hitoshi whimper.

"Not yet, darling," Izuku soothed, wrapping his hand tightly at the base of his cock. "Be a good boy and wait until I let you."

Hitoshi shuddered, eyes widening once he realised what had happened.

"You want to be good for me, don't you, angel?" Izuku asked, eyes holding an innocence that contrasted their position.

"Y- yes. I do." Hitoshi breathed, hands moving to grip Izuku's shoulders.

"That's what I thought," he grinned, accentuating the words by adding another finger.

Hitoshi's breath hitched, fingers digging into Izuku's skin as pleasure raced through him, making his cock ache.

"Look at you," Izuku cooed, leaning forward to kiss Hitoshi as he began moving his fingers. "You're perfect, Hitoshi. So pretty beneath me."

Hitoshi moaned as Izuku dragged his fingers across his prostate, his eyes fluttering closed as his mind began to fill with warmth.

"Eyes on me, darling. I want to see you," Izuku instructed, scissoring his fingers slowly while the other hand gave a small squeeze to Hitoshi's dick. He cried out, the heat in his abdomen growing unbearable.

"Izuku, please- I can't-"

"Can't what, Hitoshi?" He asked, tilting his head slightly before adding the third finger, easing his way to the knuckles. Hitoshi's eyes rolled back as Izuku brushed against the nerve once again, pleasure consuming every thought. He wanted to come so badly, but he hadn't felt this good in years.

Izuku released him without warning, leaving Hitoshi screaming as his back arched off the bed with the best release he had ever felt in his life.

He briefly registered the come spilling across his chest, but he didn't care. His body was singing, every nerve filling him with sensation.

And then Izuku's fingers were pulling out of him and Hitoshi could feel the whine leave his mouth. "Don't go," he cried, desperately clinging to Izuku's shoulders.

"Relax, love," Izuku chuckled against his ear, hands moving away from Hitoshi's body to unbutton his own pants and pull them down his thighs. "I'm not stopping until I come too," he grinned, leaning back so Hitoshi could take in his own leaking cock as Izuku rolled a condom over it.

Hitoshi's eyes widened, embarrassment washing over his face. "Izuku… god, I should be the one taking care of you," he whispered, shame slithering into his voice.

"Look at me, Hitoshi," Izuku said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I might be a switch in everything else, but there is one thing I won't give up for anyone. Not even you, angel." Hitoshi watched him, anticipation flooding his body. "I will take care of my partner first. Always."

Hitoshi didn't have time to respond before Izuku was pushing into him, stealing both his voice and his breath in one smooth motion.

"Is that going to be a problem?" Izuku asked, voice brushing past his ear. Hitoshi shook his head vigorously, clinging to Izuku as he let himself adjust. Izuku lifted one of his legs over his shoulder, settling the other around his hip, allowing more room for him to bottom out.

Izuku waited, his own breathing growing heavy as he settled against him.

"I'm going to move now, darling," he whispered, carefully rolling his hips against Hitoshi. He groaned, the action tipping him into overstimulation, but he didn't want Izuku to stop. Every movement was just as satisfying as the last, leaving a gentle buzz beneath his skin.

He ground against him experimentally, watching Izuku shudder above him.

"I'm okay, more than okay, Izuku. Please move, please," he begged.

Izuku rested his head on Hitoshi's shoulder, nodding against the bone. He rested there for a moment, breaths fluttering across his skin, leaving Hitoshi shivering against the warmth. Izuku pulled out to the tip, biting into his collarbone as he rammed his hips forward.

Hitoshi wailed, fingers clawing down Izuku's shoulders as he desperately tried to grind himself against every thrust. Izuku moaned into his skin, his hands wrapping Hitoshi's hips in a bruising grip that left him trembling.

Every drive of Izuku's body felt like heaven, Hitoshi's back arching into each touch as pleasure raced under his skin.

"You're amazing, angel. You're so good for me," Izuku smiled, leaning forward to take him into another searing kiss.

His pace began to shift, turning uneven.

"I'm close," Hitoshi whispered, groaning as Izuku's cock pressed into his prostate.

"Good," Izuku murmured, pressing his lips beside Hitoshi's ear. "Come for me, sweetheart.

His body shuddered with the second release, panting just to force air back into his lungs.

Izuku moaned as Hitoshi clenched around him, thrusting a few more times before he was shaking with his own orgasm.

He looked at him with a soft smile, placing a gentle kiss against the corner of Hitoshi's mouth. "Gorgeous."

Izuku pulled out slowly, pushing off the bed. "I'll be right back, love."

Hitoshi nodded, barely aware of the words as exhaustion began to seep into his bones. He closed his eyes, warmth caressing his body. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy, every corner of his mind sated.

Every time he had slept with someone, they had always wanted him to take control and put in everything he wasn't. Their expectations had been crushing, draining everything out of him until all he could do was hope for some kind of release, even if he was too far from reality to remember.

Izuku didn't want any of that. He just wanted Hitoshi, wanted him to be happy.

"You can sleep, darling. I'll take care of you."

Hitoshi felt a small smile cross his face, drifting into unconsciousness faster than he had since he was a kid.