Izuku Midoriya, more commonly known as Deku, was panting heavily as he lay on the bed, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. His heart raced like a wild animal, and his skin was flushed with a mixture of desire and anticipation. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening. His best friend, Shoto Todoroki, was straddling him, their naked bodies pressed together as he leaned in close, their lips mere inches apart. The air between them crackled with electricity, making every touch feel like a spark, every breath a caress.
Shoto's hand trailed down his chest, teasing at the waistband of Deku's boxers before finally hooking it and pulling them off. His skin was smooth and warm, and Deku couldn't help but arch into the touch, his hips pressing against Shoto's. The feeling of being wanted, of being desired, was overwhelming, and it only intensified when Shoto leaned forward and finally claimed his lips in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together, tangling and twisting as they explored each other's mouths. Shoto's hand found its way to Deku's stomach, tracing gentle circles, before moving higher, teasing at the sensitive skin of his nipples. Deku threw his head back, moaning into the kiss, his body arching off the bed as he sought more contact.
Shoto pulled back slightly, looking down at Deku with hooded eyes. His fingers continued to tease, flicking and pinching lightly, and Deku could feel himself growing hard beneath him. He watched as Shoto's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He wanted nothing more than to feel his friend's body pressed against his own, skin to skin.
With a groan, Shoto leaned in again, capturing Deku's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His other hand found its way between them, slipping lower until it was cupping Deku's erection through his boxers. Deku gasped into the kiss, arching his back and pressing his hips forward. Shoto's touch felt so good, so right. He wanted more, he needed more.
As their tongues tangled together, Shoto's thumb brushed against the head of Deku's cock, causing him to shudder violently. He could feel the wetness of his pre-cum on Shoto's hand, and the knowledge that he was making his best friend feel this good only served to heighten the experience. He could feel the heat building inside him, spreading through his veins like wildfire.
Shoto broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked down at Deku with hooded eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen from their passionate kissing. He trailed his fingers down Deku's chest, over his stomach, and lower still, until he was cupping his erection through his boxers. Deku arched into the touch, moaning softly as Shoto's fingers found their rhythm, stroking him in a way that was almost painfully perfect.
With a growl, Shoto leaned in and kissed Deku again, his tongue dancing with his, seeking deeper and deeper connection. He could feel Deku's hard length against his hand, and the knowledge that he was the one making him feel this good only served to fuel his desire. He slid his other hand up Deku's body, cupping his breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers as he teased and fondled.
Deku moaned into the kiss, arching into Shoto's touch. He felt like he was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with desire. He reached up, tangling his fingers in Shoto's hair, pulling him closer still. Their hips rocked together in time with their movements, creating friction that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through them both.
Shoto's hand on his chest moved upward, cupping his neck, and then lower still, until his fingers found the waistband of Deku's boxers. With a quick tug, he slid them down, freeing Deku's hard length. He marveled at the sight of him, the heavy foreskin pulled back to reveal the smooth head of his cock. He leaned in and kissed him again, his tongue dancing with Deku's as he carefully wrapped his lips around the head of his friend's cock.
Deku cried out, arching into the sensation as Shoto began to suck gently. His hips bucked upward, seeking more contact, more friction. He threaded his fingers through Shoto's hair, holding him close, not wanting to lose this feeling, this connection. Shoto's free hand found its way between them, rubbing at Deku's entrance, teasing and preparing him.
With each draw of Shoto's mouth, Deku's body tensed and trembled, the pleasure coursing through him in waves. He could feel himself growing closer and closer to the edge, his climax building, threatening to break free. He moaned into the kiss, his body moving in time with Shoto's mouth, his hips rocking upward, seeking the friction that sent sparks of pleasure through him.
Shoto's hand on his cock grew bolder, his sucks grew deeper, his tongue dancing expertly over the head of Deku's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, exquisite, and Deku knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He arched his back, throwing his head back as he felt the first, powerful spasm of release wash over him. His cum spilled onto Shoto's tongue, and he moaned loudly, his body shuddering with pleasure.
Shoto continued to suck and stroke him, even as Deku's orgasm began to subside. He could feel the last tremors of release coursing through him, and he reveled in the knowledge that he had brought his best friend so much pleasure. As Deku's hips finally stilled, Shoto leaned up, their chests heaving as they gazed into each other's eyes.
"God, I love you," Shoto murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I've always loved you."
Deku smiled up at him, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you too, Shoto. I don't know what I'd do without you." He reached down, cupping Shoto's cheek in his hand. "You're my best friend, and I want... I want us to stay like this. I don't want us to go back to how it was before."
Shoto nodded, his heart racing. He couldn't believe how right it felt to be with Deku like this. He leaned in and kissed him again, their tongues tangling together in a dance of affection. His hands roamed over Deku's body, tracing patterns on his skin, memorizing the feel of him.
As they continued to kiss, Shoto slowly eased his weight off of Deku, moving up onto his knees. He looked down at Deku, their faces inches apart. "Do you... want me to make love to you?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Deku nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. "Yes," he whispered, "I want that more than anything."
Shoto smiled, the expression making his green eyes glow. He leaned forward, kissing Deku tenderly before trailing his lips down his neck and across his collarbone. His hands moved to cup Deku's hips, pulling him closer as his mouth found his nipple. Shoto sucked gently, teasing the sensitive bud through the fabric of Deku's shirt. He could feel Deku's fingers tangling in his hair, encouraging him to continue.
With a sharp tug, Shoto yanked Deku's shirt off, tossing it to the side. His eyes roamed over Deku's body, taking in the sight of his bare chest, the defined muscles, the soft skin. He leaned forward, pressing their bodies together as he kissed a trail down Deku's stomach, his tongue dancing over the smooth skin. He paused for a moment, looking up at Deku's face, their eyes locked in a heated gaze.
"I want to make love to you, Deku," he whispered, his voice husky. "I want to feel you around me, I want to be inside you."
Shoto reached down between them, rubbing at Deku's entrance, teasing and preparing him. He positioned himself, lining up his cock with Deku's entrance. With a gentle push, he slowly entered him, feeling the tight heat engulf him. Deku let out a moan, his head falling back against the pillow. Shoto's eyes met his, filled with love and desire.
He began to move, slowly at first, thrusting deep inside Deku, feeling the slick heat envelop him with each movement. Deku arched his back, meeting each stroke, their hips moving in perfect sync. Shoto's hands found Deku's shoulders, holding him steady as he thrust harder, faster, losing himself in the sensation of being connected to his best friend in this way.
Deku's breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers digging into the sheets as pleasure coursed through him. Shoto's lips found his neck once more, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, sending waves of desire coursing through his body. He felt the tension building inside him, the familiar sensation of his orgasm building.
Shoto could feel it too, the way Deku's body tensed beneath him, the way he gripped him tighter. He increased his pace, thrusting harder, faster, knowing that Deku was close. He leaned in, kissing Deku deeply, sharing his breath as they came together in a shuddering climax. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their cries of pleasure mingling in the air.
As their passion subsided, Shoto gently eased his weight off of Deku, laying down beside him. Their sweaty bodies stuck together, but Shoto didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around Deku, pulling him close, their chests pressing together. Deku's breath fanned across his neck, each exhale a shaky sigh.
Shoto closed his eyes, savoring the warmth and the weight of Deku in his arms. He could feel the afterglow of their lovemaking, the lingering pleasure that seemed to saturate every cell in his body. He wanted to stay like this forever.