That fucking villain and his stupid quirk— Hitoshi slowly dragged himself to Midoriya's apartment, every step harder than the last. He felt heavy, so incredibly heavy even though he knew it wasn't actually that bad.
Yet. his traitorous mind whispered. It wasn't that bad yet but it will be if you won't fucking do it. And he might not want to.
The anxiety has been eating him up the whole week, but he no longer could ignore the effects the quirk had on him. He couldn't focus on his hero job properly, he couldn't sleep… and his clothes were starting to not fit.
Sex pollen quirks weren't as rare as to be a thing of legends, like his quirk. They actually happened once every four-five thousand people so there were even whole agencies focused on dealing with their side effects.
But this quirk was peculiar. Hitoshi couldn't just fuck it away, at least not with a random person. And it had an additional penalty for not completing the objective it set for him. And that's exactly why he was dragging himself to Midoriya's home. To his crush's home.
Fucking hell.
He rehearsed what to say at least a million times before actually going, but quirk nullificationers prices for getting rid of the effect deterred him from chickening out. Who in their right mind would pay almost five million yen for something that could be achieved with a very nice colleague who hopefully wouldn't feel pressured to have sex with him but will do so just for the fun of it?
Yeah. Right. As if he was a desirable dicking material even before this quirk hit him. Sure. Now he had an even lesser chance.
He sighed, the apartment building coming into his sight. Jeez fuck, now or never.
The last few steps felt like torture, but he forced himself to focus on other things; the dim light of setting sun, the birds singing in the trees surrounding the building—
He was there.
He fumbled with the emergency key to the complex that he got for, well, emergencies… This situation was definitely one. Even if it was awkward.
Oh jeez—
There was a perfectly ready and clean staircase but he chose the elevator. Somehow that made him feel worse. The thought process that made him abandon the stairs was an irrational one, he wouldn't be out of breath after climbing five flights, he finished a patrol yesterday and there wasn't any side effect like that to what was happening to his body.
Still, he felt alien in his new skin.
Hopefully it wouldn't be too off-putting for Midoriya…
The elevator dinged, shaking him out of deep thoughts. Right. He had to face him now. Now that he thought about it he should have probably called in advance to make sure he's not busy— Ah shit, what if he was dating someone? What if he was currently on the date or this someone was visiting him?
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
Still, he knocked. He didn't have another choice.
And then he waited. And waited.
Well shit, he wasn't there, just his luck—
"JUST A MOMENT!" came a shrill muffled yell from behind the door, then a few bangs and thumps and quiet unfiltered cursing.
And then the door opened.
"Um…" Hitoshi said very intelligently because Midoriya was in nothing but a silky night robe that ended right above his knee. He was a little flushed, no doubt from the sprint to answer the door, but also a little… embarrassed? Gosh, did Hitoshi jinx it and he really had someone over? Just his fucking luck… He still forced himself to calm down and say a quiet "Hi."
"Hi Shinsō-kun, um, do you like— You aren't dying or being chased right?" He looked him over searching for injuries.
"No, it's… a different kind of emergency." Midoriya looked visibly relieved at that. Hitoshi swallowed drily. "Are you alone?"
For some reason Izuku flashed red before nodding frantically and ushering Hitoshi inside.
Deep breaths Hitoshi, deep breaths, you got this.
"I—" Hitoshi… didn't get this. He was fucked. He forgot what he was supposed to say. Oh god. Oh fuck.
"Shinsō-kun?" Midoriya prompted worriedly. "What is going on?"
"I— I got hit by a sex pollen quirk with specific needs and you're the only person I know that checks out as someone who can help me," he blurted out, words suddenly coming to his brain.
That… wasn't as bad as what he could have said in a panic. He patted himself on the back for keeping at least a semi-level head and not exposing his feelings.
Still, he just admitted he wants to fucking bone Midoriya right to his face. Perfect.
He felt heat starting to pool in his abdomen, choosing a perfect moment to reemerge. Fucking great.
Especially since Midoriya stood there silently, mouth agape, completely unmoving. As if Hitoshi took control of him with his quirk.
Fucking great.
"Sorry, I wouldn't bother you if I wasn't desperate to get rid of it at this point—" he heard himself babble more than decided to do this, but Izuku finally seemed to get out of shock.
"It's… It's alright, yeah, that's fine, uh…" Midoriya was becoming redder and redder with every second. "Like… right now? Or tomorrow? If you're too embarrassed to do it now. Uh, is there like, a requirement of some special conditions? Do I need to top? I would prefer to not top. I can dominate though if you need—" spilled from his mouth before he slapped a hand on his mouth. "Sowwy—" he murmured through the fingers.
Hitoshi was a little too stunned to reply properly, so he settled for taking off his coat and putting it on the rack near the door, hoping to convey that he would very much prefer right about now as the perfect time and that he honestly didn't care if he was to fuck or be fucked as long as Midoriya would do something.
Okay, maybe he would like the man to ride him but he couldn't get everything, right?
Even if he was apparently on a clear path to Midoriya's bed. Oh god. This was happening.
He realized a little too late that taking off his coat meant Midoriya saw his changed body. And he only realized it because man's eyes went wide and he gasped in horror.
Fuck.
"Uh, that's… That's this quirk's side effect. Penalty for not doing what it wants me to do," he murmured quietly trying to hide his stomach with his hands.
"So it makes you…" Midoriya probably wanted him to finish the sentence, but when enough seconds passed to make it clear he wouldn't the man did it himself. "It makes you gain weight."
Hitoshi could only nod.
Saying that he was self-conscious was an understatement of the year. He got fat fat. Okay, maybe not that bad but definitely chubby.
"Is that… Is that a problem?" he asked gently, tugging at his shirt.
"No, not at all I'm just surprised," Midoriya rushed with the explanation, hands moving in air as if he was grabbing his notebook. Ah. "It's just the first time I'm hearing about a sex pollen quirk doing that! There are some quirks that specifically make the victim gain weight for a while, or until it's untriggered, but I haven't heard about it being a side effect of other quirks for… actually, ever." Midoriya had stars in his eyes as he explained his sudden interest and Hitoshi couldn't help but smile at his excited tone. "Did you experience any other side effects? Is it water-based or do you actually gain fat tissue? Is your appearance changing in the correct proportion with weight or is it behaving differently to the natural growth of fat tissue? Or water. You didn't answer my previous questions—" He went even redder and covered his head with arms "Because I didn't give you time to answer, sorry—"
Hitoshi snorted amusedly and reached out to remove the arms from his face, but the moment their skin touched he felt the heat travel through his core. Fuck!
From a quiet gasp Midoriya made, he felt something too. Uh-oh.
"O-oh…" he whispered, somehow even redder in the face. "That's. This quirk can also make others horny in contact with you? That's, that's a lot of functions for one quirk."
"Tell me about it," Hitoshi whispered, fidgeting with his hands slightly. Was that going to be a problem? He hoped not.
"I'll— I'm gonna ask you all the questions later. Be prepared," Midoriya said sternly. "But for now, uh… I was actually…" he started laughing nervously, ah shit so it was making him feel uncomfortable— "I was actually, um, playing with myself, so? I very much don't mind? Kinda?" he was still horribly red. Now that Hitoshi looked at him for longer he was starting to look like a strawberry, especially with those big geometric freckles. Wait wait what hold up— Ooh.
He felt blush go on his cheeks too. Ah, ah damn Midoriya could be really blunt when he wanted to, huh?
The man scratched the back of his head before going further into his apartment, Hitoshi following him closely.
They stopped just before the bedroom door.
"Umm… Are you fine with, uh, gosh it's stupid actually…" he murmured under the breath before sighing loudly and asking again. "Are you fine with kissing?"
Hitoshi had to fight with every fiber of his being to not start enthusiastically nodding. He did however confirm, hoping that he didn't sound overeager. That would be… a little mortifying to be honest.
Midoriya just smiled at him and finally opened the bedroom saying "Sorry for the mess."
And oh holly molly jolly golly. Hitoshi didn't expect to see a fucking dildo, clearly used, lying in the middle of the bed.
He could picture Midoriya sitting himself on it perfectly clear, moaning as it slid in further and further inch after inch.
"Uh, as you can see I was pretty busy when you knocked," the man giggled, closing the door. "And, uh, that's probably gonna be awkward… But honestly, there's no need for that…" He moved like a snake, ready to strike as he hovered over Hitoshi who was honestly just trying to catch his breath and not focus completely on his dick jumping in his boxers. He was embarrassingly hard and he didn't even touch himself yet.
And Midoriya did strike, pulling him into a kiss, dragging him to the bed somehow avoiding tripping. It felt warm, steady pressure of soft lips moving against his, tasting so sweet, oh so sweet, like the finest candy in the entire world.
He complied when Midoriya tugged at his shirt, even as he felt a pang of unease thinking about Midoriya seeing him like that.
But the man didn't mind, tilting them until Hitoshi's back hit the soft sheets. He heard a weird bang and cracked one of his eyes open to see that Midoriya threw the dildo on the floor.
Unsanitary, something whispered in his brain, but he couldn't focus on it for longer because Midoriya broke their kiss and started tugging at his robe. Hitoshi's breath hitched as the belt came undone and the number one hero's rippling abs came to view. He reached out to touch and trailed his fingers in the dips and bulges of his muscly stomach. He looked perfect, even more perfect than what Hitoshi remembered from the glances he sent him in high school and what his imagination told him.
Midoriya has always been just that, perfect.
And Hitoshi felt like a pebble on the road, as he looked at his beautiful scarred torso.
His dick started demanding attention though. He felt hot all over, not sure if it was the effect of quirk kicking in or just his natural horniness for Midoriya. Or maybe both together, it felt so intense, he was ready to crash and just beg the man to help him.
"Mido—"
"Call me Izuku, please. It feels awkward with surnames," Izuku said with a wink, before capturing Hitoshi's lips once again, this time moving to undo his belt and wriggle down his too-tight jeans. They both cursed at the same time, one from annoyance, the other from friction. But jeez fuck did he really gained enough since he got them on to be stuck?
"Just… Just tear it off, I don't care," Hitoshi panted out, head dizzy with all the blood rushing to it, and in the opposite direction. "Need you Izuku, please, please," he buckled up and hissed, feeling the strain of the fabric.
Izuku didn't need to be told twice. Green lightning lit up the room for a moment and Hitoshi sighed in enormous relief the moment the material ripped to pieces.
"Oi, 'Toshi I feel it's getting to me too…" Izuku slurred a little, digging his nails in one of his horrendously plump thighs. The action seemed to ground him a little as he started gently kneading the doughy body part. "Gosh, you look so good, you can't imagine…" he whispered sharply, diving for another kiss.
This one was messier, more heated. Hitoshi gripped Izuku's muscular arms as the man climbed on his lap, wrapping his legs around his wide waist.
Hitoshi couldn't lie, it felt good as fuck when Izuku started rubbing himself all over him, searching for friction but barely giving Hitoshi any where it counted.
Maybe he was a masochist.
Or maybe he didn't want it all to end too quickly.
His hands wandered, he couldn't help himself, through creases on Izuku's back, on his scars, to his curly soft hair and back down, and even lower to the plump ass that gave Hitoshi enough gay panic in high school to last him a lifetime.
He grabbed a handful appreciatively and the man moaned, grinding down harder on him.
It was simply unfair that he was already fully naked but Hitoshi still had to suffer in his boxers.
Izuku had similar thoughts apparently because before Hitoshi could do something about that the material was already in pieces, ripped off him in the same fashion as his jeans earlier. His cock sprung free, precum smearing on his soft stomach.
"Izuku…" he whimpered losing patience. "Izuku, please." He didn't know what exactly he was begging for, but the man had his plans, because he sat down on his stomach more firmly, forcing him to keep still, and continued gently rutting into him without giving him any relief. "Izuku—" he chocked down, nearly crying. He needed more, more friction, more heat, he wanted— he needed—
"Let me ride you Big Boy," the man said teasingly, what was like honey to Hitoshi's ears. He could only groan appreciatively, shifting slightly to allow Izuku better access to his painfully hard member.
Greenhead reached to the nightstand where the bottle of lube stood conveniently, and smeared a generous amount on Hitoshi's dick, without even bothering with applying any on his ass.
Somehow his confidence about being stretched enough made Hitoshi even more lightheaded, or maybe it was the fact that a mountain of muscle sat almost on his chest, twisting slightly to reach behind himself.
" 'Zuku—" Hitoshi couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed the man by his hips and forced him down on his throbbing member until the head passed the tight ring of muscle. "Fuck!" It felt amazing, he had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from coming right there and then. Though this thought had some appeal, being able to use his cum as lube—
"Ah! Hitoshi...!" Izuku moaned, sliding himself lower inch by inch until his tight heat enveloped Hitoshi's member perfectly. "Jeez, you're bigger than I expected..." he murmured, trying to steady himself, by placing his hands on Hitoshi's chest. He froze instead, gently kneading at the soft flesh and the brainwasher felt his face burn.
"Not a word," he hissed out, fighting to not slap Izuku's hands away from his, well, moobs, and to not snap up his hips and fuck him up before he got ready and comfortable. Both instincts were torture to oppose for wildly different reasons.
Or maybe not so different.
"Okay, I won't speak," murmured the greenhead before twisting Hitoshi's nipple slightly. The man tried to stifle the moan but didn't quite succeed in it, now even more red in the face.
Before he could further protest though Izuku slowly rose himself from his lap—and by god, this felt amazing—and quickly sunk down back again—and somehow that felt even better.
"Fuck, 'Zuku—" The man set a sloppy irregular peace that drove Hitoshi crazy. Up and down, again and again, slower and faster until the brainwasher could only cry out his name begging him for release.
Which came all too soon and not fast enough altogether.
He couldn't even brace for it, it just spilled out from him with a broken cry and a flash of white stealing his vision, and through it all Izuku continued milking him, not stopping even when he winced in familiar pain of overstimulation.
"Zu— Ah fuck." The man clenched on his spent cock and came with a yell, throwing his head back.
It was unfair, how good he looked with his spunk landing on his own face.
Hitoshi couldn't admire the look forever though, because Izuku fell on him limply, breathing heavily.
"Well," the brainwasher broke the content silence after a moment. "That was a nice first round." He read the files, the effect of the quirk would pick up twice or thrice before lifting up completely, within five to thirty minutes. Joy.
It hit him a second too late that Izuku wasn't aware of it. And that it affected him now too.
"First round? You're making it sound like there's a long night ahead of us..." Whelp.
"Ah. Well… Yeah," he winced in embarrassment. "Sorry that I didn't tell you earlier, I was—" A low grumble from his stomach cut him off and he flushed furiously. Really!? Now!?
Izuku started giggling, at first stifling the motion behind his hand but after a moment he was shaking with full-body laughter.
"Yeah, kick the downed man, go for it, can you laugh any harder?" the brainwasher intoned monotonously, and Izuku did indeed burst out with an even louder fit of laughter.
Hitoshi couldn't help but crack a smile at that. Greenhead's laugh always filled his stomach with butterflies, it was just so… energized. So full of warmth, happiness… And Hitoshi was a selfish man, he wanted to hear that beautiful laugh every day.
And that moment was exactly the one where Hitoshi realized he was still nearly bottomed out in Izuku's ass. Jesus fucking Christ.
The heat on his face promised a blush deep enough to make him dizzy, and he fruitlessly tried to hide his face in the pillows. Damn it, fuck it, gah, why was he so embarrassed?
Izuku stopped laughing and sighed amusedly. "You get embarrassed pretty quickly for someone who knocked to my door to ask me for a one night stand, it's almost funny."
"Shut." His stomach chose this moment to growl again and he pushed his face deeper into the pillow groaning.
Izuku hummed thoughtfully, and when Hitoshi peaked at him turning away from the pillow a little he looked... mischievous at best. Uh-oh.
"What are you planning you lil' shit?" he hissed, rising to lean on his elbow. He got his answer when the man reached down and grabbed a handful of his lovehandle "Wha—" WHAT?
"You're so cute like that," Izuku mumbled as if it was completely and totally normal to grab people's rolls casually. "I got used to seeing you ripped but this is nice too."
Uhhhh well that could be interpreted in a lot of ways…
"Hm... I can't have you hungry though, sex pollen quirks, even as mild as this seems, are pretty taxing on the body and can cause loss of consciousness if not properly accounted for, even with temporary relief like sweets," he started murmuring, and then light up with an idea. "I have sweets here actually! Won't even have to move..." Pink blush coated his cheeks as he whispered sultry "Well, I'm pretty comfy like that." He shifted a little, grinding down on already half-hard cock.
Hitoshi felt his dick throb, as a breathy half-moan got out of his throat. Fuck, Izuku really knew what to say, huh?
"Could you open the drawer on your left and give me the pink box?" It took Hitoshi a hot second to realize what was requested from him, but he had no problem finding the box with a ribbon on it. Izuku kept his bedroom neat and organized.
He felt a bit of unease course through him as he passed the box to the man. It was embarrassing to get so hungry when he ate barely two hours earlier but the little analysis the greenhead blurted out earlier was entirely correct. Even the smallest flareup of the quirk left him lightheaded and if not hungry than at least craving something with sugar in it to quickly build up lost energy.
And speaking about flareups he could feel one coming with his gaze hazing a little. Well, that was bound to be interesting.
Izuku could no doubt feel him going from half-soft to rock hard in seconds, but he didn't say a word about it as he got the packing off the box. It was some kind of fancy pralines with filling.
Well, at least it would taste nice?
He had more pressing matters on his mind, like grabbing Izuku's hips and marveling at how soft his skin was.
"Hitoshi, just a moment, okay? I know you probably feel it more than me, but you can hold off for a moment more, right?" Izuku asked gently, encouraging, getting the first praline out of the wrapping. "And now open up," his voice shook weirdly, but Hitoshi simply couldn't focus on it, because when he opened his mouth Izuku moved forward sliding up on his cock, and oh fuck he was sensitive after the last orgasm. He barely noticed when the greenhead pressed the chocolate into his mouth, but he absentmindedly chewed and swallowed, grateful that he managed to do that before Izuku got back to his previous position because that caused him to slide right back on his cock.
"Fuck!" they both gasped in unison.
Yeah, this sure was interesting.
"A— mmmmmmmmm… Another, come on," Izuku took another praline and repeated the previous actions. Hitoshi could only moan wordlessly at the excruciatingly slow movements. The man was straddling him in a practiced manner used to restrain mainly, and he wouldn't budge no matter how much Hitoshi wiggled under him.
"Izuku..." he whined during the fifth repeat. As great as it felt it was getting annoying. He needed some more stimuli, some more...
"Oops~" the greenhead intoned playfully. "Seems like I messed up this one." It took Hitoshi a second to realize he was referring to a damaged praline that frankly looked like he squished it intentionally. "Make sure to clean it up Big Boy?" he said, pressing his short digits into Hitoshi's mouth.
The brainwasher short-circuited for a few seconds before realizing what Izuku meant, which in turn caused him to moan unrestrained. He started licking his fingers, getting the chocolate, and filling from them. Izuku pressed on his tongue and moved the fingers around in a weirdly enticing way.
Fuck, maybe Hitoshi had an oral fixation.
"Good boy," Izuku praised, finally going faster. "Such a good dick for me to use," uh-
Since when could Izuku talk dirty like that?
Hitoshi felt a whine building up in his throat. That was hot. That was fucking hot, he would like to serve Izuku every day as his personal dildo.
That didn't sound even half bad.
Hitoshi moaned around the man's fingers, sucking on them eagerly, anything to make him pick up the peace, abandon the slow rhythm.
Izuku suddenly spread them, making Hitoshi's jaw ache because of the way it was forced to open.
"Time for some more~" The greenhead reached for the pralines again, putting two in Hitoshi's mouth at the same time. "The rest will go for later," he hummed, removing his digits from brainwasher's mouth so he could chew and swallow.
Hopefully that meant Izuku would stop trying to torture him with algae peace.
Hitoshi grasped Izuku's hips more firmly, helping him up and down. By god, he was built so well— A god surely blessed him, because it was impossible for a mortal to be so perfect without divine intervention.
"Izuku, you're so fucking—" he bit down on the groan to continue "—aahbeautiful." The man mewled sweetly at the praise. "So good for me, working that ass so well~"
"Can't, fuck," the exertion was taking tool on him, or maybe it was pollen's fault "Can't help myself with you like that."
That—
That was unfair.
"Uno-reverse bitch," Izuku snorted, only half-joking, before moaning obscenely when Hitoshi bottomed out in him. Gotcha.
"Mmmmmm, there?" the brainwasher hummed smoothly, "I would help you with that if you let me move..."
"Nope, I didn't have that much fun with a virgin since highschool. Let me do my thin—"
"I'm not a virgin."
That was a bizarre conversation to have while being ridden like a toy, but Hitoshi couldn't find it in himself to complain. His dad always repeated 'If you can't laugh during sex you aren't having it with the right person.' so... It did give him a flicker of hope, no matter how small.
He didn't have much more time for being smitten though, because apparently Izuku decided to show off his skills as 'superior not-virgin'.
And the quirk-induced heat in Hitoshi's core agreed with it very much.
Blinding need coursed through him as Izuku picked up the peace. He clawed at the man's asscheeks, trying to find any support in the overwhelming pleasure.
"Do you need me to slow down?" he heard the greenhead say and shook his head vigorously. Why would he? It all felt amazing, he was in heaven.
The man stopped moving completely.
"You're crying." And oh fuck, he was. It was just so easy to lose himself in the feeling... He blinked the tears away and smiled shakily, ready to tell Izuku that much, but he found the man looking at him with a resigned frown. "I'm sorry..." ... What? "I shouldn't have assumed you actually wanted that... whole thing, you just need it to get rid of the quirk, I should have given you more control over this situation, you were stripped of it enough when this quirk started affecting you, and— God, I basically raped you I'm— Fuck, I'm so sorry—"
"No!" he shouted before Izuku could properly talk himself into a panic attack. "I swear I don't see it like that."
"But you—"
"I was crying because it— just feels great. True, I'm embarrassed as hell, and I'm probably gonna wake up tomorrow and ask myself what the fuck was I thinking but I really don't regret it, or have second thoughts or anything like that— I'm just really happy you decided to help me and— fuck, I was scared I am pressuring you into that. I mean, who came knocking to who's door?" Hitoshi tried to put as much sincerity and openness into his micro speech as he could.
But god, it was ridiculous, a little... a lot— His hands were resting comfortably at Izuku's waist through the whole speech, how could Izuku think he didn't want that? That... everything. His body, mind and soul. Hitoshi wanted Izuku whole.
And about wanting— The quirk was acting up yet again, ah shit.
Hitoshi shifted in Izuku's hold and found it much less restraining than before. And so he could do only one thing, take advantage of it.
"Do you consent to continue?" he asked Izuku, who was still looking at him like he didn't believe him.
"Um, yes?"
"Good, so do I. Let's talk about feelings later," he panted out thrusting up. Izuku yelped, falling forward a little, to find support on his chest. "Ah, that's better."
Fighting against gravity wasn't the easiest style, or Hitoshi's favorite, but it served its purpose well enough and he did have the core strength to do it.
And maybe he wanted to do it in spite of his current weight too. Gravity was fucking stupid.
... He was going somewhere with this... well, irrelevant.
"Hi—" thrust. "Hito—" thrust. Izuku was shaking with each and every one of them, gasping for air like a fish. "Yass!" he yowled, dragging his fingernails on Hitoshi's sensitive skin. And there goes the magic spot.
"I take that you're enjoying yourself," the brainwasher whispered, letting a silly grin bloom on his face.
"Fuck, harder!" Izuku commanded and Hitoshi felt as if he was under his control, unable to oppose him in any way. He gripped smaller man's hips and started bringing him down in time with his thrusts up. "Yes! Yes, like that!"
Hitoshi almost froze when Izuku started straight up convulsing in his hold, but a burst of cum almost hitting him in the face and a cry of unbridled pleasure from the man made him chuckle and at least try to pound him harder.
"Who's acting like a virgin now?" he panted out, trying to hide just how close he was himself. But oh well, self-control decided to come back to him exactly in that moment.
"Sh— Shu t—" Izuku whispered out, light tremors still wracking his body. "Fuck."
"Language," Hitoshi ignored his dick begging to continue pounding the man until he cried and slowed down.
"Fuck your language." Izuku collapsed on him once again, before rolling to the side. "God… Would I be selfish to ask you to just continue?" he asked sheepishly, a blush on his face.
Hitoshi just snorted, "I haven't cummed yet so I'm lowkey being tortured now," he admitted, biting down on his lip because he wasn't joking about the torture. He felt dizzy, the quirk amplifying his need until it felt as if he would die if he didn't nut.
"Oh, oh I'm so sorry, please proceed. … But I can't move for the life of me. Sorry." Hitoshi started snickering at his miserable tone and expression.
"Oh I'd love to assist with that," Hitoshi rolled them around a little before finally rising to hover over greenhead's body. He brought one of his slender but muscular legs to rest on his shoulder and effortlessly thrusted back in, causing them to moan in unison.
"Ah! Mmmmmmm," Izuku was starting to get really vocal, probably overstimulation settling in and making him even more sensitive to the stimuli. Hitoshi couldn't say he didn't love that.
Curious he nipped at the greenhead's throat, enough to leave a mark and was rewarded with a string of beautiful sounds and curses leaving his mouth. Mmmm yeah, he definitely liked this position better, being able to pound Izuku senseless and mark him as he wished to.
He bit down on his shoulder, nipped at his earlobe, made sure to suck a perfect raspberry at the underside of his jaw, and each and every one of those acts earned him louder and louder pleas for more.
And Hitoshi was nothing but a weak man. He could only give exactly what Izuku wanted.
And he tried, tried to give him exactly that even when he was chasing his orgasm, staying on edge until he couldn't anymore.
His climax spilled from uncontrollably with a yell, yet he continued pounding into the tight heat of the body under him without a stop. He felt high, his orgasm dragging and dragging unnaturally. That fucking villain and his stupid quirk— Fuck!
Distantly he heard an echo of a logical thought telling him he should probably be going soft right now, but nothing mattered aside from the incredibly sexy and beautiful man, moaning so beautifully under his care. Nothing.
"Hi— TOSHI!" And he demanded only one thing. "Yes! Just like that!"
The pleasure blinded him enough to almost miss the telltale little shakes indicating Izuku is coming, but the man showed it pretty quickly, with probably the loudest scream that night.
Hitoshi's dick throbbed once at the sound before spilling for the third time that night, utterly spent and drained.
It felt as if an incredible weight was removed from his heart, and a moment later the last, incredibly short wave of heat rolled through his core before being replaced with cold relief.
He collapsed on Izuku, barely catching himself to slow down the fall. Thank fuck. The quirk was gone.
They spent a few minutes just like that, lying motionlessly, breathing heavily.
Hitoshi broke the silence first. "Tell me if I'm crushing you."
Izuku just chuckled lowly. "Remember what happened in Yokohama a month after our graduation?" What kind of question was that? Of course he did. It was one of the craziest stunts Deku has ever pulled, and considering his most flashy fights it was an achievement all on its own.
"Ah, how nice, being compared to a nomu that almost crushed you to death," Hitoshi intoned monotonously, feeling a pang of guilt coursing through him. He needed to gather himself and move soon, he was only inconveniencing and hurting Izuku and—
"No silly, I wanted to say I handled worse," the man laughed. He then circled his muscular arms around Hitoshi's back and nuzzled into his chest. Oh.
"But I am still crushing you?" Hopefully the teasing tone covered up the blush because Hitoshi couldn't control the later at all.
"Bitch I could throw you like a frisbee."
For a second the bedroom was filled with a surprised silence but then Hitoshi broke down laughing so hard he was shaking whole, and soon Izuku followed too.
Gah, there were tears in his eyes but holy shit—
"Izuku, you—" he stopped to continue laughing because gosh that was ridiculous. "You're something else."
"What?" the man feigned surprise. "I'm just saying the truth, you're a light motherfucker, I can benchpress you."
"Izuku since when the fuck do you swear!?"
They laughed uncontrollably after that, up until Hitoshi almost rolled out of the bed, and then laughed some more because holy shit.
They calmed down a while later, completely reshuffled, their heads now near the bottom of the bed instead of near the headboard.
"No idea how that happened," Izuku muttered out finally, deep in thought about their current placement.
Hitoshi looked at him, trying to commit the picture to his memory perfectly. The cute crease in his brow, messier than usual hair, smudges of cum still present on his face… He did that to him. Izuku really looked perfect no matter what.
He only realized he was starring when Izuku shot him a questioning look. Ah fuck.
"Um… We should probably shower…" Izuku said, not moving an inch. You know, like a procrastinator he was.
"Yeah, we should," Hitoshi agreed. They were sweaty and sticky and besides… They should do a lot of things. He should do a lot of things. Like take a shower. And leave.
"But I'm too comfy." The greenhead truly looked comfortable, limbs tangled with Hitoshi's, trying to push his face into brainwasher's soft chest.
Hitoshi pushed him away gently.
"I should leave." He felt guilt mixing with longing. He wanted to stay, he really wanted to, but he couldn't possibly after all that—
"I want you to stay though." Hitoshi almost didn't register those words. He blinked at Izuku owlishly but his honest gentle expression didn't change.
"I—" He didn't find words good enough to refute him. "I don't want to… impose any longer than I already did," tumbled out of his mouth awkwardly. It wasn't really what he meant to say, or what he probably should say, but…
Suddenly soft lips crushed against his, stealing his breath away. His eyes fluttered close just as he instinctively reached out to loop an arm around Izuku's waist.
The kiss broke as soon as it started, with Izuku flipping him on his back, one hand firmly pinning him down by his shoulder.
"You didn't… need to…" Hitoshi whispered confused at the soft manifestation and expression on the greenhead's face. It spoke millions of words, but he couldn't comprehend a single one.
Thankfully Izuku seemed to understand that he wouldn't understand until he spoke up.
"But I want to."
It was like the universe suddenly collapsed in a giant implosion.
Hitoshi found himself tightening his grip on Izuku's body and pulling him closer, oh so close, to plant a tentative kiss to his lips, going for more, going for a confirmation that he couldn't ask about in a normal way. His throat was closed way too tight, because was he seeing things? Was he hearing things? Was he reading too deep into this? As deep as the kiss that they shared, slow but passionate, igniting a different sort of flame in Hitoshi's soul than the one he experienced earlier in the night.
Izuku kissed back with the intensity of a lion, no doubt leaving bruising in his way, but not caring about it in the slightest. He kissed back as if the world was ending and he needed to say his last goodbye. As if he… loved. Him.
They finally parted for air, a string of saliva snapping somewhere between them. Hitoshi swallowed heavily, closing his eyes.
Was he..? No, he wasn't… But what if..?
"Am I mistaken in thinking that you want it too?" Izuku's whisper was full of guilt and unfathomable sadness. Hitoshi's eyes snapped open perfectly in time to see the man shed a tear.
"No," he found himself whispering, way softer and quieter than anything that day. "No, you are one hundred percent correct."
"But do you…" Izuku seemed at loss of words too. The silence between them stretched uncomfortably, neither of them able to truly say what they meant.
So Hitoshi resolved to one language that never betrayed him: sign.
{I love you,} he said, unable to even know if Izuku would understand him. And from the silence that followed he probably didn't—
Izuku rose his hands to sign too. Oh.
{I love you too.} The expression on his face was nothing but sincere, even if his signs were a little stiff. Though no matter spoken or signed Izuku always did one thing: rambled. {I never thought I'd get to tell you. You were so closed off. Always.} He sat up to have a better range of movement and Hitoshi followed his suit. {I even asked Kaminari to spy around if you dated anyone but he never could tell me anything. You were so withdrawn from all of us. I was worried.}
{I'm sorry.} He signed simply, trying to gather his thoughts. Fuck, he really hurt him didn't he… {I never wanted you to feel like that. I just didn't want to force myself in your life—} He was interrupted midsign, Izuku grabbing his hands.
"You can't force yourself somewhere if you're wanted there Hitoshi."
The sheer sincerity in those words made Hitoshi tear up. He wasn't one for intense emotions but he basically threw himself at Izuku, for a messy kiss that hopefully conveyed just how sorry and relieved he was.
Another stomach rumble made them break off, and surprisingly this time Hitoshi wasn't the source of the embarrassing sound.
"Oops?" Hitoshi couldn't help but bark with laughter at Izuku's embarrassed tone. "Seems like we'll have to get out of this bed sooner than I wanted." He somehow managed to say it so gravelly that brainwasher's heart melted a little.
"Five minutes?" he proposed half-heartedly. Izuku beamed at him.
"Five minutes." They settled, embracing each other tightly.
"But I'm asking you all about this quirk while cooking."
Hitoshi groaned playfully. This was his life now, wasn't it? A silly smile settled on his lips because yes this was his life now hopefully.
"And then we're talking about emotions, you can't get away with this with kissing."
This time Hitoshi's groan was very very real and accompanied by Izuku's snickering.