[ In a way he should expect that Todoroki doesn't necessarily need gentle to enjoy this. The both of them have dealt with so much that a few scrapes and bruises — while not nothing are still not the end of the world. The thing is, Midoriya's broken bones and been bumped, scraped and injured so many times that the last thing he wants is to hurt Todoroki in any way he doesn't want.
Of course, that concern goes straight out the window when he's reassured that no, Todoroki likes it, likes his too rough, too large hand. Midoriya wants to object or at the very least, ask if he's certain, but he trusts Todoroki. They've been through too much together not to trust him when he says he likes or doesn't like something. To do anything less was disrespectful for how far they've fought and come together. ]
Oh. Oh, um, that's good. [ Midoriya says intelligently, abruptly wanting to kiss the words out of his mouth as he says them and instead busies himself with learning the curve of Todoroki's throat, scraping his teeth over the bump of it, barely holding back on the urge to bite and kiss as much as he wants. He can't not when he's not entirely sure how much effort a hickey takes to make and if Todoroki could cover it up if he left one.
The hand on Todoroki's erection is guided up and Midoriya has a half-hysterical moment where he wonders if Todoroki's hair matches, which he's absolutely not going to ask, he's going to wait and see when there are lights. ] I could probably just— with your thigh, it's not the sexiest thing, I guess but I—
[ Those are his fingers in Todoroki's mouth. Did he wash his hands recently? He's pretty sure he did, but his hand was just all over Todoroki's erection. Midoriya has exactly two seconds where he has to reboot, needs a moment to gather himself up and take stock of the situation and then he's tracing wet fingertips over the swell of Todoroki's bottom lip, considering. There's a part of him that wants to— that just wants. Wants to fuck his fingers into Todoroki's mouth, wants to watch him take them in proper lighting, but that's for later. They'll have a later.
Right now, Midoriya takes a fortifying breath and shoves his hand down between their bodies again. It's a tentative set of touches until he figures out how best to grip him and then he's closing his hand, giving Todoroki a tight fist to fuck up into as he moves it, green eyes nearly all pupil as he stares. ] Super helpful. [ Midoriya's voice is a little breathless, a little shaky; he leans in and steals another kiss, dragging his teeth over Todoroki's bottom lip when they part again because he has an increasingly pressing question about logistics. It's probably not terribly sexy, but it's Todoroki's sheets and his pajamas and he doesn't want to get come all over them. ] I'm — do you have tissues, I don't want your pants to be, uh, dirty.
[ It's probably easier to get answered when he's not kissing the person he's asking questions to, but the dim light catches the shine of Todoroki's lips and the shadow of his nose and Midoriya wants so fiercely that he's stealing another series of kisses greedily. It's too much, he doesn't know his own limits. Todoroki's thigh is solid and hot between his own, his hand just the right amount of rough, his erection hot in his palm; everything builds up and spills over abruptly. Midoriya half-mashes his face into Todoroki's shoulder, riding his thigh and fucking into his hand gracelessly with a low, startled groan, spilling between them messily.
Later, he'll feel bad about it, probably a little mortified, really. Right now, he has a shocked moment where he stares, and then abruptly redoubles his efforts on Todoroki, smearing a messy kiss across his chin, tracing up to the shine of his lips. ]
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Of course, that concern goes straight out the window when he's reassured that no, Todoroki likes it, likes his too rough, too large hand. Midoriya wants to object or at the very least, ask if he's certain, but he trusts Todoroki. They've been through too much together not to trust him when he says he likes or doesn't like something. To do anything less was disrespectful for how far they've fought and come together. ]
Oh. Oh, um, that's good. [ Midoriya says intelligently, abruptly wanting to kiss the words out of his mouth as he says them and instead busies himself with learning the curve of Todoroki's throat, scraping his teeth over the bump of it, barely holding back on the urge to bite and kiss as much as he wants. He can't not when he's not entirely sure how much effort a hickey takes to make and if Todoroki could cover it up if he left one.
The hand on Todoroki's erection is guided up and Midoriya has a half-hysterical moment where he wonders if Todoroki's hair matches, which he's absolutely not going to ask, he's going to wait and see when there are lights. ] I could probably just— with your thigh, it's not the sexiest thing, I guess but I—
[ Those are his fingers in Todoroki's mouth. Did he wash his hands recently? He's pretty sure he did, but his hand was just all over Todoroki's erection. Midoriya has exactly two seconds where he has to reboot, needs a moment to gather himself up and take stock of the situation and then he's tracing wet fingertips over the swell of Todoroki's bottom lip, considering. There's a part of him that wants to— that just wants. Wants to fuck his fingers into Todoroki's mouth, wants to watch him take them in proper lighting, but that's for later. They'll have a later.
Right now, Midoriya takes a fortifying breath and shoves his hand down between their bodies again. It's a tentative set of touches until he figures out how best to grip him and then he's closing his hand, giving Todoroki a tight fist to fuck up into as he moves it, green eyes nearly all pupil as he stares. ] Super helpful. [ Midoriya's voice is a little breathless, a little shaky; he leans in and steals another kiss, dragging his teeth over Todoroki's bottom lip when they part again because he has an increasingly pressing question about logistics. It's probably not terribly sexy, but it's Todoroki's sheets and his pajamas and he doesn't want to get come all over them. ] I'm — do you have tissues, I don't want your pants to be, uh, dirty.
[ It's probably easier to get answered when he's not kissing the person he's asking questions to, but the dim light catches the shine of Todoroki's lips and the shadow of his nose and Midoriya wants so fiercely that he's stealing another series of kisses greedily. It's too much, he doesn't know his own limits. Todoroki's thigh is solid and hot between his own, his hand just the right amount of rough, his erection hot in his palm; everything builds up and spills over abruptly. Midoriya half-mashes his face into Todoroki's shoulder, riding his thigh and fucking into his hand gracelessly with a low, startled groan, spilling between them messily.
Later, he'll feel bad about it, probably a little mortified, really. Right now, he has a shocked moment where he stares, and then abruptly redoubles his efforts on Todoroki, smearing a messy kiss across his chin, tracing up to the shine of his lips. ]