Todoroki smiles, of course. It's not nearly as rare or as fleeting as it used to be and Midoriya's endlessly grateful for that, for Todoroki having more reasons to smile and feeling safe enough to do so. This isn't the I find a dumb joke you made amusing smile, though. It's different, or maybe just the context is. Any time Todoroki's smiled at him, it hasn't been spread out on his sheets, lips kiss-swollen and hair soft, damp.
Midoriya takes a deep, fortifying breath and pretends like he's not coming apart at the seams. It works...adequately. Of course, as soon as he thinks he has a hold on himself Todoroki is rolling them, shifting their weight on the futon and it takes everything in him not to squawk like a lunatic until they settle. His body braces for— something, almost. Too many times practicing how to fall and get back up to not have a part of him reflexively moving, testing to see where he can brace his weight if he's pinned. It's unnecessary, as it turns out. Todoroki isn't rolling over on top of him; they're side to side and there's a leg, a thigh sliding up high and tight between his own and this time Midoriya does make a noise, a low oh of shock.
it's okay, Todoroki asks nonchalantly, like he doesn't look incredible like his thigh isn't dangerously close to where Midoriya's cock is very much starting to take an interest in what's going on here. ]
I— okay. Yes. This is— yes. [ Is what comes out instead of a more responsible we should really get some rest or an equally reasonable, and perhaps more likely sleeping in pants we came in is gross but I super don't want to get up. He'll figure it out. Right now, Midoriya hooks a leg around one of Todoroki's and tangles their feet together, using that to tug himself in closer to the bare line of his chest which he desperately wants to explore, so he slides a hand up between them, starting at his belly, tracing over it and the line of his chest with rough fingers. ] Are you okay?
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Todoroki smiles, of course. It's not nearly as rare or as fleeting as it used to be and Midoriya's endlessly grateful for that, for Todoroki having more reasons to smile and feeling safe enough to do so. This isn't the I find a dumb joke you made amusing smile, though. It's different, or maybe just the context is. Any time Todoroki's smiled at him, it hasn't been spread out on his sheets, lips kiss-swollen and hair soft, damp.
Midoriya takes a deep, fortifying breath and pretends like he's not coming apart at the seams. It works...adequately. Of course, as soon as he thinks he has a hold on himself Todoroki is rolling them, shifting their weight on the futon and it takes everything in him not to squawk like a lunatic until they settle. His body braces for— something, almost. Too many times practicing how to fall and get back up to not have a part of him reflexively moving, testing to see where he can brace his weight if he's pinned. It's unnecessary, as it turns out. Todoroki isn't rolling over on top of him; they're side to side and there's a leg, a thigh sliding up high and tight between his own and this time Midoriya does make a noise, a low oh of shock.
it's okay, Todoroki asks nonchalantly, like he doesn't look incredible like his thigh isn't dangerously close to where Midoriya's cock is very much starting to take an interest in what's going on here. ]
I— okay. Yes. This is— yes. [ Is what comes out instead of a more responsible we should really get some rest or an equally reasonable, and perhaps more likely sleeping in pants we came in is gross but I super don't want to get up. He'll figure it out. Right now, Midoriya hooks a leg around one of Todoroki's and tangles their feet together, using that to tug himself in closer to the bare line of his chest which he desperately wants to explore, so he slides a hand up between them, starting at his belly, tracing over it and the line of his chest with rough fingers. ] Are you okay?