Deku was finishing up his usual day of hero work: currently in a battle against a rather brave group of thugs. He often got paired up by the Hero's Safety Commission, and his own agency, with several different heroes each week, at his request.
This week, the shining hero Can't Stop Twinkling stood in the back, blasting the gang members that got back up. Despite how used to this they both were, it was still a tough fight for the heroes. After several minutes, and one of the villains using Trigger on himself, they managed to knock all enemies down and turn them in to the police.
Can't Stop Twinkling turned to Deku once the police had finally excused them. "Are you feeling as fired up as I am, old friend?"
The battle left them both rather banged up, but receiving no real injuries. It did however leave them both on an adrenaline high and out of breath.
"What do you mean?" The green-haired hero asked, panting.
Both of their eyes went lower than they were supposed to.
"I think you know." He smirked. "I had a pretty good view from where I was standing, Midoriya."
Deku smirked back. "Is that so, Aoyama?"
"Did you decide to wear a size smaller in your costume because you knew you'd be paired with me?" The sparkling blonde whispered. "Your derriere has been catching my eye all day."
"You have no proof I did any of that…just for you." Izuku chuckled. "I haven't had any good views at all. Seems…rather one-sided."
The skinnier of the two whispered up into Izuku's ear. "Let's find the closest bedroom and I'll give you a view."
Izuku pulled them both into an alleyway and cupped the faux French's butt. It fit perfectly in his palm even through all the clothes in the way.
Aoyama responded to his friend's sexual assault with a feminine moan.
"I've been waiting for this partnership for a long time." Izuku hissed into Aoyama's ear. "What was that you were saying about the closest bedroom?"
The two exited the alley, strolled down the public street as casually as they could, smiling and waving to fans, but keeping a very fast pace.
Then, passing by a love hotel, Izuku shoved Aoyama through the doors. Grabbing a room key, they dashed up and into the room like a couple of horny kids.
As Black Whip shut the door behind them, Aoyama pounced on the hero, wrapping his legs around Deku's waist as their mouths collided.
After a long, heated make-out session, they pulled away, and Aoyama smiled. "Ah, monsieur… This takes me back to UA."
They both vividly remembered back in their first year of high school together. Not only did they both learn they were each born Quirkless, and became friends, but also found their sexualities together. In the locker room, after all other guys left, they stayed, mesmerized by each of their half-dressed bodies. They shared a kiss, a few caresses.
Then one day, Aoyama surprised his friend with a blow job in the shower. And from that day on, they remained friends with benefits, catching every opportunity to further explore each other.
It had been years since their last time together. Izuku got busy with hero work, and Aoyama grew busier with modeling, on the side of his own hero work. But now, all that pent up lust could finally, freely be spent again.
"Good times…" Izuku smiled and grabbed his partner's hand. "But let's not spend so much of our time in the past. I still have to…relieve some pressure on you."
"Oh, relieve it all, mon amour! I'm all yours!" He cried as they collided once more, hungrily kissing and sucking tongues like melting popsicles.
Izuku's hands yanked Aoyama's armor, as Aoyama pulled at his zipper. Little by little, they each desperately tore armor pieces, support items, and clothing from each other until the french twink was in nothing but a small pair of underwear that did not cover his butt cheeks very well, only really cupping his aching groin and wrapping around the edges, displaying most of his pale cheeks for his partner to admire. He also kept his belt on, and it tightened just enough to fit against his belly.
Izuku licked his lips and gave the frenchie a good hard smack right on the plump flesh of his backside. Aoyama reciprocated with a yelp. His mouth opened wide for that moment, then he blushed and glared at his green-haired friend, with masterful benefits.
"I can never get enough of your ass, Aoyama." Izuku confessed.
Aoyama sighed. "Merci, but it's nothing very special. I was certainly not the biggest in our class."
"It's not about the size, hot stuff." Izuku assured him by putting his fingers up and gently holding the blonde's chin. "It's about how right it fits in my fingers." He sat down on the bed, teasingly adjusting his own boxers and staring up at the smaller man, awaiting him.
Aoyama snickered. "Mon amour, I would like you to finish stripping me."
Izuku faked a yawn, flexing his bare muscles. "I don't really feel like it. I wanna see you do it."
Yuga Aoyama pouted, but then settled for the opportunity to tease him back. Turning around, he bent over to push their combined mess of clothes away, purposefully showing off his butt to his lover, still stuck in that increasingly meddling thong.
Izuku felt his erection grow stiff in his boxers. He bit his lip and refused to change anything concerning his state of dress, as his partner's back was still turned from him. "T-Turn around." He tried to sound as relaxed as he could, but his voice still shook, giving away his impatience.
"Tch, tch." Aoyama clicked his tongue and giggled to himself. His hands began to pull the underwear down his long skinny legs. He could hear Izuku's breath growing heavy and it turned him on so much!
Finally turning around with the panties gone, Izuku could see his lover in full. Naked, and posed like a gorgeous french painting. His penis very erect. As erect as his own. "Come here." He beckoned.
Aoyama swung his hips as he strut over and sat in the greenette's lap. His length pressed up against the stiff tent in Izuku's boxers and it made him moan out loud.
"Take your belt off." Izuku hissed, looking Aoyama in the eyes.
The frenchie's face turned into a frown. "I-I can't do that. I can't control it, Midoriya."
Izuku kissed him again, his hands snaking up Aoyama's backside. Then he broke away. "It's okay. I can take anything you throw at me."
Aoyama froze. "Y-You do it then."
The green-haired hero kissed his neck as his hands reached for a small metal latch inside the back of the belt. His fingers twisted it. It clicked open and the belt became loose on the blonde's stomach.
Instinctively, he grabbed it and forced it back down, all while letting the belt ends to fall to his sides. Izuku pushed him back on his feet so he could put his face where his hands worked, to pull the special support item from its owner's enticing torso.
"Trust me." Izuku said, smooth and confident. Nothing like the young man Yuga knew in high school.
Aoyama covered his face, yet watched through his fingers as Izuku pulled the belt off and stared at his naked belly button. It looked like any other, except for how smooth his body was all the way down. No hair, no chub, not even really defined muscles. To Izuku Midoriya, it was perfect.
Silently, to show his lover how much he could trust him, Izuku slowly leaned forward and dragged his tongue up against Yuga's naval, up the front of his stomach and stopped just below where his sternum would be.
Aoyama reacted with a very audible moan. His face became beet red.
Izuku looked up and smiled. "So you're sensitive here." He noted.
"Sh-Shut up and pull away before- OHHH~!"
Izuku didn't let him finish. He dove right in, licking up and down the frenchie's belly. He could taste the sweat he worked up and he craved more. One of his hands went back to Aoyama's rear, and palmed a nice handful of Aoyama's ass.
The combined attacks on his belly and his butt sent sparks up his spine. But then he realized what was about to happen and gasped as blue light emitted from his belly button.
Izuku activated his Quirk, with lightning flashing around them both as he tanked the incoming laser beam to his face.
Being accidental, uncontrollable, Aoyama's beams weren't nearly as powerful as when he meant to use it. Even so, his accidental blasts without his belt have left burns and even melted some things before. But Izuku…
The beam died down on its own, and the frenchie's one night stand remained nearly unscathed. His hair was standing on end like he touched a static ball of electricity, but somehow completely fine.
"See? One For All has made me strong, Aoyama. I can take your lasers if it means I get to touch you there." Izuku explained with a proud smile.
Aoyama swooned, clasping his hands together. "Call me Yuga you big~ Mmh!" He jumped back into Izuku's lap and kissed him once more. It started sweet and real, but they both wanted more and had waited long enough as lips parted and tongues connected. Izuku loved his french kisses. One of the best things Yuga could do in the bedroom, or anywhere they could get away with it.
During their drunken tongue-wrestling, the blonde's fingers wrapped themselves around the stiff bulge in Izuku's boxers. His digits tightened over the muscle through the fabric, earning a moan from his green-haired lover's lips directly into his ears.
Yuga pried himself from Izuku's lap, which made them both upset momentarily, until he climbed down, pulling Izuku's boxers with him. He cursed in french as the mighty wielder of One For All's smooth, long cock sprung up free between his godly legs.
Izuku smiled with pride, admiring just how much Yuga's eyes alone worshipped his penis. "Go on, mon amour." He snickered.
Yuga gulped. Izuku didn't really mean it as anything more than a tease. But Yuga's heart melted. His mouth watered as he got between Izuku's legs and gave a very sloppy and slow lick up the front of the length.
Midoriya hissed and ran his fingers through the blonde locks between his thighs. "Agh~ Just like that, Yuga."
Aoyama hummed in delight, kissing and licking his lover's impressive shaft to demonstrate his love and addiction to Izuku Midoriya. When the man in question hissed impatiently and bucked his hips, Yuga raised his head then, eyeing the greenette, swallowed his dick down to his balls.
Izuku threw his head back and roared. His fingers pulled at Yuga's hair as the blonde skillfully massaged every inch with his lips, his tongue, and his throat, which squeezed down on the member, enthusiastically seeking a salty reward.
His head bobbed up and down the length. He wanted to give every inch of Izuku his love. And he wanted to feel all of it. Between his own legs, his free hand rubbed up and down his own penis selfishly.
Izuku grabbed Yuga's head and began to thrust as deep as he could. He wanted to turn his Naval Laser partner into his personal fucktoy. Yuga already had the perfect mouth for it.
Yuga moaned as he sucked and let the bigger man use him well. After a moment being skullfucked, Izuku yelled out as he came down the blonde's throat.
Pent up from all the teasing, and the long span of time since they last had a session together, Izuku came gallons past his tongue. Even as he pulled out, more spurted and painted Aoyama's mouth. And when his cock was free, one more small string of semen jumped out and landed on Yuga's chin. He moaned as he swallowed it all, despite how much it was. He would've gaged had he not been so experienced being the bottom.
Yuga opened his mouth again, letting his tongue hang out front to show that he obediently drank all of Izuku's cum.
"How did I taste, Yuga?" He asked.
"Ah~ Delicious, Izuku." He smiled as he continued stroking his own penis.
Izuku caught sight of this and pretended to be hurt. "You think your hand is better than anything I can do?"
Yuga ceased his masturbating and blushed. "N-No, mon amour, I just…"
Izuku lifted his chin with his index finger. "Now now, Yuga. Get on the bed."
Shuddering, the twinkling hero stood up and climbed on to the bed, moving the sheets aside as he sprawled out for his lover, giving him a full view of his erect shaft.
Izuku climbed up on to the bed to join him. Only, he stood on his hands and knees above Aoyama, face directly over his groin, and his own penis aimed at the blonde's mouth below.
"Actually. Would you like to be the top this time?" Izuku asked.
Yuga snickered. "Of course I would, Izu~"
They climbed over each other as they exchanged positions on the bed. Then without warning, Izuku yanked Yuga's cock down and swallowed his tip with a loud slurp.
Yuga cried out in pleasure, throwing his head back. To muffle his feminine whimpering, he plunged himself down on his lover's member like he did before.
The two men humped and sucked each other for all they were worth. They pumped into one another like a locomotive's gears pushing and pulling together to make the engine move. Only instead of the hissing and roaring and chugging of a steam engine, or the electrical humming of a bullet train, the only sounds were their silenced moans and grunts against slippery cocks. Delicious flesh savoring expert mouths. Hot, steamy throats pulsing and pleasuring thick, long shafts.
They came together. The sounds of their sperm gushing into their mouths and swallowing. They took a breath away from their privates. Then, as unified as they were a hero team, they dove right back down for another round.
Neither was satisfied. Both loved this position. Both loved the taste of their cum almost as much as their mouths. They pumped and filled each other round after round after round.
Yuga sucked his lover like the forbidden flavor of popsicle he was so addicted to since high school. No other lovers could do it like Izuku. And with Izuku, Yuga was delicious. He rarely let his sexuality be shown in public. His dates were few and far between. Instead he relished these secret and sudden horny one night stands with his high school friend with benefits.
After another round, they long since lost count of their mutual orgasms, they finally pulled apart and laid together facing the same direction. Covered in sweat, saliva, and some other escaped bodily fluids, they panted and sighed in relief.
Yuga rolled over to face his partner. Izuku smiled and did the same.
"Can we…" He started to ask.
Izuku felt butterflies in his stomach, for the first time all day.
"I like you, Izuku. I was wondering if you'd like to start doing…other things together." Yuga suggested.
The greenette smiled and kissed Yuga's forehead. "I'd love to."
"Does that mean we don't have to hide this?" He asked.
"Well, I want the Symbol of Hope to remain family friendly. But you and I can be a thing, if that's what you want, Yuga."
Yuga grabbed his big, scarred hand in his own. "It is, mon amour."
The two exchanged warm smiles and shared a sweet kiss.
"Mon amour." Yuga addressed. Izuku turned his head to face him once more.
"The night is still young~" He slithered under the covers.
Izuku smirked as he felt the familiar warm, wet lips wrap around the tip of his semi-hardened cock.
"Agh~ Yuga, you dirty twink. You keep sucking me like that and- hmmm~ I'm gonna have to fuck your tight ass next!"
Yuga continued to suck, silently telling his lover that that is exactly what he wanted.