Mirio let out a soft groan of approval as his s/o's hands kneaded the aching muscles along his shoulders.

"Oh, poor thing," they teased, their voice soft and practically a purr in his ear, "You've had such a long day." And damn if he hadn't. He was used to the grind by this point and had been well accustomed to the fact that hero work was not nearly as glamorous as the public thought, but if it hadn't been one thing today it was another.

Paperwork that had been given to him far later than it should've, approvals for this and public statements on that. Training with his sidekicks had been rough, one too sloppy in their form and the other making progress far more quickly than he thought they would. He had just barely submitted his intern requests on time and near the end of his shift he had been called in to fill in for another hero on their patrol and it ended with a confrontation with a villain that had been more strenuous than any other confrontation had been in a long while. The adrenaline and thrill of a challenge had been coursing through him during the bout and had allowed him to tune out the pain to just a dull throbbing, however, as soon as the dust settled and the villain was in handcuffs the ache throughout his body became impossible to ignore.

How he had made it home on his own he wasn't so sure but as soon as he had stumbled his way through the door his s/o had wasted no time in sitting him down on the couch and getting to work. Their fingers worked miracles as the slow soothing pressure they applied had him nearly melting into the couch.

Mirio had kept turning his head in attempts to capture their lips with his when they would lean forward to get a better angle or apply more of their weight behind their minstrations for a particularly tight knot in the muscle. His attempts were partly in gratitude and party because he wanted his muscles to be strained in a different kind of way but they had kept denying him, ducking their head or giving him their cheek instead as they continued their work.

He was growing restless, his skin becoming tight and hot the longer they continued to dance their hands along it. He was convinced they knew exactly what they were doing to him each time their hands had him arching into their touch.

They went to lean forward again, one hand sliding towards his front and he was preparing for another opening to attempt to get their lips on his again when he felt the other hand become entangled in his hair, moving his head slightly to the side as their mouth went to his neck. Their breath ghosted along his skin as their hand moved lower, a tight heat forming in the pit of his stomach. Their voice was soft and it ghosted along his skin as they spoke between the kisses they trailed along his jawline.

"Let me take care of you," their kisses trailed down the column of his neck and he was certain they could hear the racing of his heart in his chest as their hand dipped past his chest.

Their heavy lidded eyes held his gaze as their fingers danced along his lower abdomen, they had demanded he remove his shirt earlier when he had staggered his way through the front door before they sat him on the couch, their nails raked over the exposed skin and the muscles in his stomach clenched as their hand went lower. His breathing was heavy as they trailed their fingers along the waistband of his pants, his length was straining against the fabric and he felt as if he would fly apart at the seams if they continued teasing him any longer. His toes nearly curled when they dipped their finger below the waistband, fingers giving a teasing massage to the skin before slinking back up.

He had to bite back a groan of frustration, their hand left a scorching trail and his blood boiled from their ministrations, he was certain they'd leave him in this state as long as they could.

Mirio wasn't sure how they had went from them standing behind him with the couch acting as a barrier between their bodies and teasing hand climbing back up his chest to them panting under him. Surely it hadn't been without a fair amount of teasing on their part about his eagerness, they always did enjoy getting him worked up to a fever pitch. The specifics of how they had changed positions though was lost on him, he was far too concerned with their sighs and moans to care.

Their breaths mingled in the small space between their bodies, pupils blown wide and blood singing as he pushed them further into the cushions of the couch, working himself into them and trailing kisses along their neck.

One of their thighs moved to his waist in order to give him more access, the friction from the grinding causing the coil in his stomach to tighten but not enough to relieve either of them. He wanted to feel their skin pressed against his.

He wasted little time removing their clothes from their body. His eyes drinking in their form as his hands explored the newly exposed skin, his mouth never far behind and all too eager to trail kisses and bites along their dips and curves stopping only when he was between their legs.

Mirio could hear their pants and moans becoming louder as he worked them, the noises only serving to encourage him further. They shuddered underneath him and gave a soft cry and Mirio had to grip their thighs tightly as they began to twitch from his ministrations. It wasn't until the hand that had been wound in his hair gripped the strands tighter that he looked up from his position between their legs.

His skin grew impossibly tighter as he looked upon the vision they made laid out on the cushions. Their skin was flushed and their chest rising and falling with their heavy breaths, their eyes glazed over in pleasure and the marks he left on them littered their skin. They tugged onto his hair again and he rose till they crashed their lips to his. The slick slide of their tongues and the hand that dipped between the space of their bodies to hook a finger into a belt loop of his pants was driving him senseless. They pulled back from the kiss and their panting breath danced across hip lips.

"So, you gunna join me or am I gunna have to do everything myself?"

Their coy question had been accompanied by an arch of their back in a movement that rolled their hips against his and left him groaning. He gave them a punishing kiss before leaning back on the couch and activating his quirk.

He watched the heavy lidded eyes of his s/o take in his form, they looked to they wanted to jump him and it left his stomach coiling further. It wasn't until those eyes suddenly became wide with shock that he realized his mistake.

His s/o went to lean forward, to do what they weren't really sure - they couldn't very well grab a permeated Mirio, but before they could even sit up it was too late. The other half of the couch where Mirio had been was empty aside from the pants he had been attempting to get off.

Their brain was still trying to process what had just happened when they heard yelling and crashing coming from the apartment below them. The shouting was accompanied by Mirio's own rushed apologies and a slamming of a door. They couldn't stop themselves from bursting into laughter, their body shaking and tears stinging their eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation.

They had just managed to contain themselves when Mirio rushed through the door. His face was a bright crimson, much brighter than any other blush they had seen on him in their years of knowing him. When their eyes met his they tried to hold the giggling in, putting a hand to their mouth to try to muffle the sound but it was too much. They flung themselves back onto the couch and their stomach began to hurt with how hard they were laughing.

Mirio had been leaning against the door as he watched his s/o try and fight off their laughter, he couldn't help the few embarrassed chuckles that escaped from him either. Never in his life had he been so grateful that the hallways of their complex were always empty than when he had to sprint back up to their place.

He walked over to his s/o as they sat up and wiped the tears from their eyes.

"So, have fun on your trip?"

Mirio rolled his eyes, they never did know when to stop teasing. He lightly pushed them back onto the couch as he towered over them. He wasted no time, capturing their lips in a deep kiss as he moved between their legs. They were more than eager as they wrapped their hands around his neck and arched their body in an attempt to close the distance between them. They shuddered against him and broke of the kiss with a moan as his hand moved between their bodies to the juncture of their legs. When he pulled back the shit eating grin was back on their face.

"Sounded like someone got a whole show down there."

It didn't take long before his hand has them coming undone underneath him. He wanted to make sure the only words they'd be saying for the next hour or two were some garbled version of his name. He'd accept a swear word or too as well.