Looking back, Todoroki saw Iida and Kirishima waving with big smiles, Kaminari giving a goofy thumbs up. He probably should have told them about the rejection before walking away. Now getting a private dance from Deku was going to be nothing but awkward.
As Deku led him into one of the smaller side rooms, Todoroki spoke up. "Look, you don't have to do this. I already embarrassed you by putting you on the spot for a date. We can just say that you finish-" Deku rested two fingers against Todoroki's mouth, effectively halting his words.
"You said you could settle for the fantasy, didn't you? Well here I am, ready to give that to you. Just as long as you know once we leave this room the fantasy will stay right here as well."
Biting his lower lip as Deku moved his fingers away, Todoroki nodded in compliance. With a smile, Deku led him to the soft, armless chair and sat him down.
"Good, because I want to see you come undone I want to see those beautiful mismatched eyes of yours flow with tears of ecstasy. What's your name?"
"To- Shoto." He wanted to keep things simple. His full name would only complicate their situation.
"Well, Shoto, I want you to keep your arms down at your sides. Don't move them until I say to, okay?" A short nod answered Deku, who walked behind the chair. "So well behaved, I'll be sure to take very good care of you, Shoto."
Standing behind him, Deku ran his fingers through the crimson and snow of Todoroki's hair, bristling the roots with waves of pleasure at the stimulation. Pushing his neck down to the right, exposing Todoroki's nape and collarbone, Deku dragged the tip of his tongue along the border between neck and shoulder. Todoroki's hands clenched into fists, barely able to maintain the order to keep his arms still. The air Deku exhaled cooled the slick trail of saliva, raising the chill bumps along his forearms.
"Such a good boy," Deku said as his fingers traced their own paths around his neck. Switching now to the other side, Deku graced his right side with the same treatment as his left. And just as suddenly, he was standing in front of him again. His hands held the seat of the chair, leaning over Todoroki with a devilish grin. "You look warm, may I?" Deku hooked a finger against the top button of his shirt.
"Yeah," was all Todoroki could manage, and one by one, Deku undid the buttons before pulling it open to expose his chest and stomach.
"Ooo, so fit, look at these muscles. Who knew a guy with such a cute face would be this sexy underneath his clothes." Deku ran his hand down Todoroki's chest, between his pecs and across his six pack, stopping just before the waistband of his slacks.
"Don't stop," Todoroki whined, his voice betraying him for how much needed Deku to continue the path his fingers were on.
"Patience, Shoto. We're not short on time, you know." Deku replied as he spread Todoroki's legs apart and took up residence in the space between. He bent down, keeping his eyes on Todoroki as he licked his way up his stomach, circling around his navel before venturing further. Wringing his hands open and closed now, Todoroki sighed as Deku made his way to his chest, alternating between his nipples as he sucked them into his mouth gently.
"Are… Are you allowed to do this? I mean, how far can you go in here?" Todoroki asked impatiently. His cock had already started pressing against the front of his pants, Deku would have to be blind not to have noticed by now.
Deku's short laugh filled the room, masking Todoroki's heavy breathing momentarily. "Baby, in this room I can go as far as I want. I'll admit that my discretion depends entirely on the person I bring in here with me. If you're an arrogant prick, you'll leave here with your clothes untouched and a wet stain in your pants. Bare minimum effort. But if you're a respectful, considerate, innocent , but incredibly sexy guy…" Deku caught Todoroki's chin with his finger and raised it up so he could meet his gaze, "then I'll enjoy every minute I have making you squirm and writhe beneath me. That answer your question, Shoto?"
Another wordless affirmation from Todoroki as Deku pulled his legs together, then straddled himself over them. Still wearing the green thong, Deku's covered cock started to grind against Todoroki, taking long, flowing motions as he rubbed himself against Todoroki's thighs. He was moving in time with the music, but somewhere along the way lost himself to his own rhythm. As much as he was enjoying the warmth of Deku as his personal lap dance continued, Todoroki was painfully restrained by his pants and belt. Seeing his discomfort, Deku leaned back and pulled open the belt and unzipped his pants, giving him more freedom in movement. Deku lightly touched him through his underwear, earning a short thrust that rocked Deku to the side.
"You just keep surprising me, Shoto. If you're going to keep doing that, then hold me steady. Put your hands on my hips."
Todoroki gripped the soft flesh of Deku's sides, wasting no time to make the contact he had wanted since they walked into the room. Sliding back up, Deku started to grind himself down against Todoroki's erection, the fabric of his thong stretching beyond its capabilities now. Looking down, Todoroki could hardly believe the sight.
"You're even bigger now, Deku. Can I see it?"
With a groan, Deku touched foreheads with Todoroki. "It'll take forever to get it back in my underwear. Well, I wasn't planning to leave here hard anyway." Pulling away, Deku stood up and with some effort, tugged the thong down, his cock swaying up as it was freed of the burden. Todoroki could only stare at it, his eyes wide and full of lust. Ridiculously straight in the shaft with a curve near the tip that he knew had to drive his partners wild.
"Such a waste, right? Now, since I showed you mine, it's only fair that I get to see yours." Deku grabbed the back of Todoroki's pants and with little struggle, had them down around his ankles in mere moments. Leaving his gray boxer briefs in place, Deku rolled the tip of Todoroki's cock around with the palm of his hand before pulling it out and over the waistband.
"I've seen a lot of dicks, Shoto. I don't get to use the word 'beautiful' to describe them very often. But that's the perfect word I'd use for you." Turning away from Todoroki, Deku took his place back on his lap, completely naked not counting the crop top that was practically a second skin. Sliding his ass back, he caught Todoroki's cock between his cheeks and continued to move against him, the friction bringing Todoroki closer to finishing.
"Deku, I want to see your face when I cum. Could you turn back to face me?"
Surprised by the request, Deku lost his nerve for a moment, his heart thumping hard in his chest. He only turned around when he had succeeded in regaining his confident expression. "Sure thing, baby."
"You're the one… that's beautiful," Todoroki said as Deku grinded against him, arms hugging his neck. Deku's cock kept jabbing Todoroki in the stomach, but he welcomed the heated contact. Turning his mouth to Deku's ear, he whispered, "C-can you put it in? God I want you so much, Deku."
Freezing on his lap, Deku only stared blankly over Todoroki's shoulder.
"Was that too far? Too much?"
"No, Shoto. You didn't say anything wrong, it's just… I'm not a top. I thought you knew. I even called my cock a waste. Topping never worked out because of my size, but don't worry, babe. Just because I won't fuck you doesn't mean I won't take care of you."
"There's nothing about you that's a waste, Deku." Todoroki looked him straight in the eyes and gently slid his hand down the side of his face, earning Deku another irregular heartbeat. His scars were more visible in the lighting of the private room, but Todoroki didn't once concentrate on them like most of Deku's patrons.
"That's nice of you to say, Shoto. Let's just enjoy the rest of our time together now, no more sweet words." He asked for silence, because Deku couldn't trust himself not to fall again if Shoto were to continue. Tracing his fingers along the long-healed scars, he once again focused on bringing the young man beneath him to orgasm.
Deku pulled Todoroki's hands behind him, resting against the globes of his ass, and gestured for him to pull him forward. Todoroki did so, rocking Deku in his lap, their cocks rubbing against each other, precum lessening the friction between them. As he got closer, Todoroki's grip tightened as he forcefully thrust himself against Deku. Moaning into his ear with his soft voice only got Todoroki more heated.
"Cum for me, Deku. I want to feel you finish with me." Todoroki moved his right hand away from his ass and wrapped it around Deku's huge cock. Barely able to surround it with his fist, Todoroki resolved to stroking the head, making Deku gasp at the added stimulation. Todoroki's cock slid beneath Deku's balls, slipping just past his ass. Each thrust tempted Deku to reach back and guide him inside. But he kept his arms around Todoroki's shoulders, not trusting himself to let go.
"Like that, yeah. I'm going… Ahhh!" Deku finished just before Todoroki, shooting his load over Todoroki's chest, while Todoroki's release hit Deku's ass before dripping to the floor. Catching their breath, they held each other as they came down from their climax. Deku was the first to move, unseating himself from Todoroki's lap to grab a towel from the nearby supply shelf.
"I made a mess of you. Here, let me take care of that." Deku wiped down Todoroki's chest, handling him delicately, afraid the blissful illusion would be broken otherwise. Once he was clean, Todoroki stood up and pulled his clothes back on, buttoning his shirt with a dreamy look in his eye. Deku slipped his thong up his legs, twisting and tucking until his now flaccid cock was completely situated within. Behind him, Todoroki wrapped Deku in his trembling arms.
"Do we have to leave this room? Can't we just stay here, live out this dream?"
"Dreams end, Shoto. They wouldn't be dreams otherwise. But you know where to find me when you want to indulge in your fantasy." Deku took hold of Todoroki's hands, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over them. He was still facing away when Todoroki pulled his arms back, left a chaste kiss at the nape of his neck, and left the room.
Which was good, because no one liked to see a stripper cry.