Hand in hand, both men rushed up the stairs to the first floor. Reaching the door with Izuku wrapped around Shigaraki's arm, Shigaraki swiped the key card and flew the door open. Walking inside, he slammed the door behind them and slid the latch shut, making sure they would not be interrupted during their activities that night. Shigaraki then effortlessly threw Izuku onto his back, hitting the cheap but fresh sheets that covered the bed. He was on top of him in an instant, holding his wrists down and putting a knee in between Izuku's legs, ultimately trapping him there. Izuku writhed, his hips lifting in struggle of trying to get his arms free. It's almost as if he was suffering greatly not being able to touch Shigaraki back, but Shigaraki got to do as he pleased.

"How far are you willing to go?" Shigaraki whispered in his ear, breath tickling his neck. Izuku let out what sounded to be a moan, making Shigaraki smirk at how easy it was to get him riled up.

"What do you mean? I didn't know you cared what I thought, I just kind of assumed you were going to have your way with me anyway," Izuku looked away with a pout on his face.

"I know I'm evil, but I'm not fixing to have sex with someone who isn't into it," Shigaraki looked straight into his eyes. "All you have to do is tell me that you want me, and I promise I'll be good to you."

Izuku blushed at the consideration. He didn't know Shigaraki could be sweet, he thought that since he's already done so many awful things that he'd already crossed the line of not caring what he did to others long ago. But this was nice.

"I, um..." Izuku's hands turned into fists as he felt Shigaraki's thumbs circle his wrists, making him feel more at ease. He shifted his hips once again, bringing his legs to wrap around Shigaraki once more, pulling him in closer. Shigaraki gently smiled.

"Ah, no Izuku. You have to tell me what you want. Matter of fact, you should probably beg me for it. I might be feeling generous today," Shigaraki teased as Izuku turned even more red.

"B-beg?" Izuku said onto the air, looking to the side in embarrassment. Shigaraki nodded, tightening his four-fingered grip on his wrists.

"Well, o-okay... Let me touch you," Izuku stated, almost barely audibly.

"Hm, I don't know if I'm feeling THAT generous. I'm going to say that you're not permitted to touch me for now," Shigaraki accepted that enough as an 'okay.' However, he then pulled both of Izuku's arms above his head, securely keeping them down with one hand while the other fumbled with his belt. When it finally became undone, he looped it around a struggling Izuku's wrists. Securing them together, he shifts him up to where they're completely on the bed, Izuku's head on top of a pillow. Shigaraki helped himself off the bed for a moment, one hand gripping Izuku's tight thigh as he rummaged in the bedside night stand for anything that could let him use his entire hand without activating his quirk. He was able to find some medical wrap, sitting on the side of the bed while he put it around his pinky fingers. As much as he hated having to step away from Izuku right now, he didn't want to end up hurting him.

"Why did you let go? I can't stand it! Please let me touch you!" Izuku rolled onto his side to face Shigaraki's back, searching for any type of bodily contact while he whined. Shigaraki felt as Izuku cuddled up to his body from behind. He finished wrapping his fingers up, throwing the medical tape somewhere on the floor and stood up from his spot.

"What did I tell you? You are not permitted to touch me. I will have to punish you for not listening," Izuku's eyes went wide as Shigaraki pushed him back into his spot, straddling his legs so that he couldn't move again. This time, he undid one loop of the belt and put it around the barred headboard, making Izuku's hands useless at this point.

"W-wait! I'm sorry! Please don't do this, I want to touch you so bad! I want to feel your skin!" Izuku nearly cried as his legs once again pulled Shigaraki closer to him. Shigaraki just ignored his pleas as he freely touched Izuku anywhere he wanted. He groped his well-built pectorals through the baggy hero suit, his hands finding their way to the zipper and torturously slowly pulling it down, revealing Izuku's smooth pale skin. Shigaraki took in the delicious sight in front of him, all of the sudden feeling insanely greedy. He ran his fingers at the collarbones first, feeling every dip and curve, anything Izuku had to offer at the moment. Izuku's eyes shut as he whimpered, still trying to shake his constraints loose. His legs were wrapped around him so tightly that it pressed Shigaraki right up against his butt, which he was grinding against him, trying to gain any control he might have left. Shigaraki didn't oppose it, so he didn't say anything, rather push his growing erection onto the smaller man below him.

"Izuku..." Shigaraki cupped his face and lustfully gazed into those beautiful green eyes. Izuku stared right back, his mouth slightly agape as his arousal grew stronger. Shigaraki took this moment to press their lips together, steadily getting more into it. His hands traveled to Izuku's waist to hold him down while he humped him, both of their erections painfully trapped inside their pants. When Shigaraki brought his hand to Izuku's crotch and squeezed, he moaned into the kiss, Shigaraki slipping his tongue inside. With their heads tilted opposite ways, Izuku added more force to the kiss as he felt Shigaraki toying with his belt. When he finally got it unbuckled, he pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva connected between their mouths.

"More! Kiss me more!" Izuku whined as Shigaraki sat up, wiping his mouth. He was sure he was losing circulation in his waist considering how tightly Izuku was pressing against him.

"You're being awfully needy for someone whose being punished right now," Shigaraki tried to pry himself out of Izuku's legs, only successfully doing so after pinching the inside of his thigh. Izuku yelped as his legs gave, Shigaraki pulling himself away. He started undressing Izuku out of his getup, starting with his clunky shoes. He tossed them off the bed along with his socks. He then unstrapped his knee guards, which met with his shoes and socks. His belt was already undone, but he reached underneath and pulled it off as well.

This just left him in his hero suit. Shigaraki was trying to think how he could get past this.

"Do you mind if I destroy this? It's in the way but I can't exactly let you go, yet. I haven't had my fun," Shigaraki gently ran his hands up and down the inside of Izuku's thighs, making him squirm. All Izuku wanted is those hands to go up further and touch him where he wanted it the most.

"... You can. Please, just touch me more, it's so good," Izuku raised his hips, accentuating the tent in his pants. Shigaraki took this moment to unwrap one of his hands, neatly putting the bandage down on his lap so he could put it back on when he was done.

"I'll buy new clothes for you when we're finished. For now, just stay still," he started with his gloves, disintegrating them away as it traveled to his wrists and down his sleeves. He moved his hand further down to his chest, reaching around his back and down to his pants, the clothing disappearing wherever his fingers touched. He was careful to make sure he didn't touch any of his skin. He was too beautiful to hurt.

Although his clothing was completely gone, Shigaraki decided to let him wear his boxers for now. Those would come off very soon, but he wanted to keep it a surprise for now. Izuku shivered as the cool air of the hotel room hit his now exposed skin as he watched Shigaraki wrap his pinky again, which it seemed to be that a million years had passed because he wasn't touching him right now. Once he had it back on, he got between Izuku's legs once again and leaned forward, kissing him lightly this time. He ran his hands up from his thighs to his waist and then to his chest. Izuku gasped at the contact, exhaling with a shaky breath as Shigaraki cupped his breasts, swiping a thumb over each nipple. Izuku bit his lip as he began tweaking them, pulling and twisting.

"H-hey, I'm not a girl!" Izuku said defensively as his chest rose anyways.

"But look, you're responding so well. Let's see how much you like this instead," he moved finger away from his left nipple and lowered his head, giving it a lick.

"A-ah! Wait!" Shigaraki ignored him as he latched on, biting and sucking at his nipple. He tugged it back with his teeth, causing Izuku to roll his head back and moan loudly. The tip of his penis was beginning to wet his boxers, which Shigaraki took notice in as it was pressing against his abdomen.

He held down Izuku's hips while he went to work on his other nipple, leaving the other one cold, wet, and hard. He ground his erection against Izuku's, causing him to squirm in his restraints.

"You taste delicious, my sweet little hero," Shigaraki licked circles around the pink bud while Izuku whimpered, trying to keep his moans in.

"A-ah!" Izuku finally let out as Shigaraki bit a little more harshly than usual, causing tears to form at the corners of his eyes. He struggled once again, making Shigaraki remove his mouth and sit up.

"That's enough. Let's move on to the main course, shall we?" Shigaraki smiled as he began to undress himself, leaving on his boxers as well. Izuku hungrily stared at the pale man before him, taking in everything he had to offer. His mouth began to salivate as his eyes traveled further down, stopping at what he most obviously wanted.

"Like what you see?" Shigaraki teased, Izuku nodding his head anyways.

"Please show me more... I want more," Izuku begged as he pushed his hips up again to meet their contained erections, the wet spot in his underwear spreading the more he got turned on.

"I like this side of you. I didn't know you could be such a greedy brat, Izuku," Shigaraki played with the band, stretching it wide while painfully slowly peeling them off. As soon at they were down to his upper thigh, Izuku's penis bounced freely from the band, slapping against his stomach.

Sorry for blue balling yall LMAO I just... writer's block ;;7;