❰轟焦凍❱ TODOROKI SHOUTO (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
codominant) wrote2018-10-07 10:37 pm
codominant) wrote2018-10-07 10:37 pm
@ pacifisting
[a few hasty bandaids over a profusely bleeding wound, that's probably all this is — but it stems the tide long enough for things to return to almost-normal by the time Monday rolls around. Todoroki has, as expected, recuperated from his hangover in the cool, dark, silent and blissful solitude in his room and sworn off consumption of clear Russian liquids for the foreseeable future, and seeing Midoriya in the morning is... well]
[they don't talk about it. and he doesn't want to. hopes to never, in fact, if he's allowed to have his way. there are a few times throughout the week he thinks he feels his gaze lingering on him a little too long, asking questions he doesn't have answers to (or doesn't want to), pushing his lunch around pensively as he thinks of a way to broach the topic when they're alone]
[in that, too, he gives him fewer opportunities for a while. Uraraka and Iida, oblivious as they are, make for pretty good buffers]
[...until he can't anymore, until there's blood leaking from his nose and his swollen, broken bottom lip, his back planted into the asphalt of an evacuated street by a giant's fist he wasn't fast enough to dodge, knocking the breath and the consciousness right out of him]
[when he comes to after the fight is over and Musutafu is, once again, safe, the only color he sees is — ]
Mi...dori...
[his voice is rough with pain or maybe screaming, a part of his body warm that usually isn't. is this... weight?]
[they don't talk about it. and he doesn't want to. hopes to never, in fact, if he's allowed to have his way. there are a few times throughout the week he thinks he feels his gaze lingering on him a little too long, asking questions he doesn't have answers to (or doesn't want to), pushing his lunch around pensively as he thinks of a way to broach the topic when they're alone]
[in that, too, he gives him fewer opportunities for a while. Uraraka and Iida, oblivious as they are, make for pretty good buffers]
[...until he can't anymore, until there's blood leaking from his nose and his swollen, broken bottom lip, his back planted into the asphalt of an evacuated street by a giant's fist he wasn't fast enough to dodge, knocking the breath and the consciousness right out of him]
[when he comes to after the fight is over and Musutafu is, once again, safe, the only color he sees is — ]
Mi...dori...
[his voice is rough with pain or maybe screaming, a part of his body warm that usually isn't. is this... weight?]
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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. ]
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[there's no one else he'd rather be doing this with. inexperienced fumbles, letting himself be weak and overwhelmed — thoughts blanked and reduced to a slow crawl that's all Midoriya, Midoriya, his newly slicked hand tight around his dick and his body flush against his own and his tongue and lips and legs and cock and — ]
[and come, hot and wet in his hand, against his wrist, smattered across his own belly where the release had forced it, and all Todoroki has in return for him is going still and staring back]
[being kissed, and — ]
[a frown]
I missed it. [it's... more like a pout, really, disappointment in himself for getting distracted by his kiss, his... everything. he doesn't have time to linger in it when the hand on him quickens, making him squirm with heat and friction, his dirty palm slowly releasing Midoriya... only to go to the spill on his stomach and smear it, pressing semen-slick fingers into his skin in some filthy, possessive stamp while his hips rock, drawing a heady growl out of him]
[he doesn't seem bothered by the mess; at least, not right now]
Fuck, I'm so glad we didn't stay in the hospital. [not a sexy last thought to have before a blinding orgasm either, but this is who they are, really]
[tension pulls him along, balls tightening, shuddering hard at the height of it and his breath getting caught in a swollen chest, not quite as avoidant when it comes to pleasure being wrung out of him when he leans down to snap his teeth into the lobe of Midoriya's ear, letting him hear the shivery grunts that pull him back down as he slacks, spent and satisfied]
[he relaxes back down as if he's dipping into the high rather than finishing it, an afterglow washing over so intense it's all-encompassing, mind whiting out and refusing to come back down]
[jesus...]
Mmnn. [he sounds like a sated cat...]
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Sorry.
[ He doesn't sound super contrite, though, too caught up in making certain that he wrings an orgasm out of Todoroki in turn. The fuss about the mess doesn't matter anymore; he's already spilled between them and will have to get up and fetch something so it's just efficiency at this point to coax Todoroki's orgasm out of him, too so he only has to clean up once. It's the mention of the hospital that startles a laugh and a murmured I know, right? out of him, low and warm. He's too busy committing every inch of this to his memory: the press of teeth against his earlobe, breath hot against the shell, the noises he makes, the way his cock pulses in Midoriya's hand.
Given a few moments, he could probably be convinced into going again if it weren't for the more pressing matter of both of them needing rest and the fact that he's sticky with both sweat and come. Plucking at his pajama pants, Midoriya gently fits them back up over Todoroki's spent cock and then forces himself to push the covers back. ]
Be right back.
[ He doesn't give him a chance to protest, rolling to his feet a little unsteadily with his legs not wanting to cooperate, but a moment later there's the sound of running water and shortly after that he's coming back out with a warm washcloth. He's lost his shirt entirely, but the pants are still on, rolled up around the waist and damp like he'd cleaned the mess up as best as he could so he didn't have to change. He doesn't kneel right away; lit by the dim light from the bathroom and outside, Todoroki's gorgeous. He is, of course, always gorgeous but it's different, now. Before it was an observable fact: Todoroki was attractive and brilliant, and wildly powerful but their friendship was always the most important and Midoriya refused to risk that.
Now, as he kneels and pulls back the covers to start wiping the cloth over his skin, he lets himself look. ]
Want me to get you a change of clothes? Or some water?
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[fussy. the warm cloth feels nice but he's more sensitive now and bodily twitches when it goes low on him, making him thrum, loosened muscle shifting in the light, washing him out in pales but for crimson and a bright blue eye. if Midoriya lets his curiosity claim him under the pretense of thorough aftercare, he'll find that yes, yes his hair is equally dichotomous here]
[otherwise, he lets it happen. too tired to care, he would've slept in the mess anyway and then regretted it so he'll appreciate Midoriya's efforts later, but right now, there's a more pressing issue — one he announces when he grabs the forearm extended towards him and tugs]
I want sleep. [demanding...]
[but he's aware of that gaze. still hungry, not fully satisfied, something he can recognize because he's sure he's worn it himself, either privately or when no one was looking — how he realizes now that Midoriya must not feel too differently in his wish to roam and claim swaths of skin and breaths and secret exchanges of intimacy...]
[god, he's been an idiot]
We can do it again in the morning. Or more. If you want.
[he's too washed out for the pink of his cheeks to out-burn the light, but there's still a timidity to the offer in its staccato presentation]
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He had to break Todoroki's hold to clean up the mess between them but once it's done there's nothing stopping him from touching to his heart's content. He could lean in and steal a kiss and it wouldn't be much of a theft at all because his feelings were returned. The certainty feels — nice. We can do it again in the morning. Or more. If you want. Like they're not both wiped, but Todoroki offers and Midoriya has a mad moment where he considers, that competitive nature flaring. No.
Besides, Midoriya's thrilled with the casual intimacy, in seeing Todorooki melted into a puddle on the bed and that weird sense of satisfaction that came with knowing he had something to do with it. ]
Pretty sure we're supposed to be taking it easy. [ That they're two of the three students least likely to do that goes unsaid while Midoriya lets his hand explore up Todoroki's arm, over his chest. It means a lot that Todoroki's even the one to suggest this, really. Midoriya doesn't point that out, listening to the steady breathing, tracing the line of Todoroki's profile in the dim lighting. Brave he thinks not for the first time and not for the last. ] I think one or both of us would probably fall asleep if we tired, and I want to be awake to remember everything.
[ He slides a foot over both of Todoroki's, tangling their legs together with a sleepy, pleased smile tilted up at him at the way initiating casual intimacy feels like a victory. ] Goodnight.
I RETURN and 1/2
[he doesn't squirm in his sleep, lays still and soft and peaceful, leaning perpetually into the comfort of another body, until a burn of sunlight starts to pierce into his eyelids, the curtains left drawn open]
[waking feels like slowly coming back into his own body, sore and tender but comfortably so — like after a hard fight full of victory or the rest after breaking some personal goal in the gym, full of accomplishments. there's breath fanning is skin that he leans away from to steal a gaze, Midoriya's repose easy and trusting, dark curls askew around his face, freckles burnt in the warm light. Todoroki feels his chest do something strange, heartstrings lacing around the organ and pulling taut as a corset, suffocating in its own right. the arm beneath that weight prickles numbly and he gives it a testing squeeze, all pins and needles, trapped beneath his solidity.]
[it pains him to wake him, but... there are places he wants to kiss on him, and he can't do it — I want to be awake to remember everything — with him asleep like this]
Midoriya. [it's low, meant to lure him back to reality rather than shove him into it harshly, his free hand raising to cup a cheek and run a thumb across his bottom lip]
[a princely gentleman, waking his lover from slumber — ]
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[well. almost.]
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When he wakes the next time, it's less groggy, no longer weighed down by a thousand things. He feels a hand cupping his cheek and is distantly aware of someone talking to him. One eye cracks open and he puts two and two together, smiling sleepily at Todoroki looking down at him. There's no moment of oh god, did we do that or concern. It comes back to him, and Midoriya stretches out like a lazy, pleased cat, lounging in Todoroki's bed until the other part comes back to him. He's not super tall but he is heavy and Todoroki's arm —
Ah.
He rolls over just a little bit and fumbles at trying to make room for him to get up and go, pressing a kiss against his bicep as he rolls away to free it. ]
You gotta come back, though. [ Midoriya rolls onto his stomach, face mashed into the pillow, hair a bird's nest as he levels a finger at Todoroki like he has any sort of authority here. ] Okay?
[ He wants to snuggle properly when they're both awake and can fully appreciate it, but he also wants this, a slow, lazy morning where he can bring Todoroki under the warmth of the covers and drowse for a while. ]
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Aa... so it's a bad time to tell you my home planet asked me to return soon? [a bad jibe, his rare moments of humor always lacking, but there's an attempt at shading the opinions of his classmates that he knows now, so drastically, differ from Midoriya's — or maybe always had]
[with the threat of loss behind them, what is there to do but embrace what remains?]
[he doesn't have the decency to make short work of it. there's business taken care of, but also a long look at the tub in warm collection, and an even longer one at his bifurcated appearance in the mirror, trying to find evidence on the outside of the change he feels on the inside and comes up empty. he even bothers to scrub his face to try and look harder — nothing]
[it's just like him, that force of nature in the next room over, to inspire (sometimes painful but always relieving) his change]
[when he returns to lift a corner of the blanket up and tuck himself against him again, the hands he wraps around him are clammy and cool from being under the faucet, his chest pressed to Midoriya's back, line of their bodies slotting together. it's so easy. his face presses at his shoulder, mouth tucked against his skin, embrace drawing him tight and flush — ]
Mine. [mumbled, a declaration made with deceptive passivity, vague at best but weighted all the same]
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Tell them I said you have to stay a while longer.
[ Todoroki leaves, and Midoriya is left to himself for a few moments, shamelessly rolling into the spot he leaves behind. He's more awake after the laughter was startled out of him and now under the warmth of the blankets, he runs over every last moment of last night. There's no regret, not even a hint. He's nothing but happy. This is progress. This is something he can at least figure out how to navigate better than the awful silences and awkwardness. He still doesn't have any idea of how to do relationships, but that, too, they can figure out.
There aren't that many heroes with relationships that he's aware of, but it would make sense that they're kept out of the spotlight as much as possible. In the worst cases, it'd paint a target on someone's back. Would us dating do that to Todoroki? Then again, they both get into so much trouble that at this point their enemies are probably pretty shared. That probably shouldn't be comforting, but weirdly, it is.
Todoroki climbs in behind him, cool hands making his stomach twitch in, startling another laugh from him. Mine, Todoroki rumbles and Midoriya shivers, pressing back into him shamelessly with a little hum in return. ] Yours, huh?
[ One of his hands scoots down, finding Todoroki's and settling over it, still toasty from being under the covers. ] Good morning. I didn't move around too much last night, did I?
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...Dunno. [but, really, he was just trying to figure out his answer, one that comes in a low rumble, naturally deep voice gritting up] I never woke up 'til now.
[an accomplishment, maybe; a signal flag of just how worn to the bone he'd been, more likely. at the thought, his arms coil a little tighter, shifting opening his fingers beneath that rough and scarred palm so that they intertwine here, too]
Let's not go anywhere for a while.
[school, their peers, exams, field tests, any of it — it's too hard for Todoroki to turn off that pragmatic nature that puts goals first and everything else in compartmentalized little boxes to deal with later, if "later" ever even comes, and there's a desperation the way he feels the need to ride this wave of emotional initiative for as long as he can. what this means for them, what to plan for, how to cope with it — for one morning, he needs to not think about it]
[not think about how it fits into the life that's been mapped out in front of him, and how every act of rebellion only seems to pave it more — and the fear that whatever this is might be what finally trips him, regardless of how intentional it is, regardless of whether or not he wants it]
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Oh. That's good.
[ On multiple parts. Mostly he's just relieved that Todoroki doesn't seem to recall him doing anything in his sleep like kicking him, or nearly shoving him off of the bed. Maybe exhaustion hit him harder than he thought and he just didn't move all night? Maybe it was just contentment, the comfort of having him so close enough that he subconsciously stayed put. That's a nice thought, really, even if he doesn't articulate it. ]
's still early, nowhere to go.
[ Right? He's pretty sure they don't have anything pressing right now, but his phone will correct him if he's wrong. Right now is for this space between asleep and awake where Todoroki's warm hand curls in with his and Midoriya shamelessly tangles himself against the other that he can't tell where he ends and Todoroki begins. This is perfect. His shoulders round a little bit, curling so he can fit himself easier into the curve of Todoroki's body, snuggling in with a shameless little mm, as they fit together under the cocoon of the blanket. For a while, he drifts, listening to Todoroki's breathing, timing his own to the rise and fall of his chest unintentionally, content to linger half-awake, half-asleep.
But he's still Midoriya. He can't fall asleep properly because this is new and changes everything and his mind is working over all of the different possible scenarios. It's subdued, sure, but he can't bring himself to fall back asleep so he contents himself with stroking his fingers up and down Todoroki's arm, the motion self-soothing in a way while he runs over the entirety of the night and tries to figure out what it means for the future. ]
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[for a while, he just laps it up. it keeps him suspended above real sleep but that's what he wants anyway, a pattern that constantly takes him back up, collecting his thoughts in the same swirling pattern; Todoroki lulls down, presses his face up and into him, an unblemished cheek sliding across a freckled one — all blindness and sensation, his lips pressing across his skin, hair tickling, a calm electric storm underneath. he's back against an ear when his lips curve around it, teeth raking soft cartilage experimentally, something that could be playful if he were anyone else, if this wasn't just mapping uncharted territory]
[the thrum of his pulse beguiles him, nose sliding down the flex of his neck before he trades his mouth there too, open-mouthed kisses grabbing the taste of his skin until he's at his collarbone; hardness for hardness there, his teeth scrape softly, testing the limit of affection]
Can we start every morning like this? And not just the ones where I almost die.
[not that he did, but it's good (?) he can be so flippant about it already, right?]
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While his hand trails back and forth Todoroki's mouth is busy, soft lips pressing against him like he's trying to work out all the spots that are going to make Midoriya squirm against him. It's endlessly effective: the scrape of teeth over an ear gets a shivered breath, the kiss against his collarbone followed up by another touch of teeth that makes Midoriya make a low noise in turn, almost a moan of approval. It shifts just as quickly, catching in his throat and turns into a helpless laugh in response. ]
Yes, please. This is good, but you not being injured is even better.
[ This is what everyone else felt when he was injured, wasn't it? That awful mix of concern and exhaustion they had to bury deep so they could keep functioning. Midoriya doesn't have words for it, or for how good it feels to have Todoroki alive to make dumb jokes in his ear, against his skin.
Midoriya rolls over to face him, sliding a leg shamelessly between Todoroki's thighs, an arm around the line of his waist to stroke up and down his back instead, leaving them face to face in the dim morning light. He's beautiful, even like this; maybe it's especially like this? Midoriya doesn't know but he does know that he wants this morning and as many after as Todoroki's willing to give. ]
Mornings and nights, and anything else.
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[he rolls, and it's better. Todoroki wasn't exactly lamenting the way his hips were being magnetically pulled towards the curve of his ass, but sharing a pillow with him and looking on as his pupils dilate and darken green eyes is better. a knee hooks around him to slot closer, bring him against the hard lines of his body, back arching with the upward travel of his hands]
[and he looks at him with a touch of enchantment that could be doubt on a bad day, eyes lidding as they travel the perimeter and landmarks of the expression before him]
...You really like me, huh.
[it isn't a question as much as it is a confirmation to himself, and he doesn't need an answer, evident when he pushes forward and tilts his head and draws him into a lingering, sweet kiss: Midoriya's bottom lip between his own and sucked, teeth — he seemed to like them — lightly biting it into a swell, and his hand pouring over the barrel of his shoulder, fingertips dipping into and over scars he's earned and lived through]
[fewer in his chest and even less on his core but he drinks all of that in too as a hand finds a hip and he pulls, demanding him flush against his body, against where he's starting to tent his pajama pants, more insistent than a lazy morning calls for]
[he knows he likes him, but now he wants to feel it]
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Yeah, Todoroki, I really, really like you.
[ Midoriya will confirm it as many times as he can, as many times as he needs. Before he can say anything else he's drawn into another kiss, slow and sweet with a touch of teeth, melting underneath hands and lips. He goes pliant a moment, content to be kissed and pulled where Todoroki wants him but it's Midoriya and that complacency lasts only a few syrupy slow moments and then he's kissing back. He only has one free hand like this, but he puts it to good use, stroking it back through Todoroki's bangs, pushing them out of his face for a moment before they spill back down, skimming lower until he can cup the nape of his neck and hold him through another series of kisses, sliding his tongue between Todoroki's lips, his groan swallowed up between them.
When their hips press tight, his body has reacted just as much; Midoriya adjusts the angle just a touch and grinds against him with another low, stuttered groan shocked out of him, pulling away to breathe and laugh helplessly, tone teasing. ]
You really like me, too, huh?
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[it's a disappointment when he's forcibly separated, eyes opening again and slow with those words sinking in, relinquishing rational thought to lethargic hunger. when they do — ]
...Hmph. [a pale cheek darkens, a flush of boyish embarrassment given overcompensation when he rolls, seizing up those scarred and callused hands and pinning them above the thick curls of his head, flex and stretch of long muscle pinioning him over Midoriya's body, an act of retaliation; it does nothing to defend him against the accusation where he straddles the hard body beneath him, leaving muscled thighs spread over his lap and pulling a sigh out of his mouth as it finds its partner again, brief and fleeting, before he peppers kisses down along his jawline]
[some punishment]
I'll show you. [laced fingers squeeze, an act maybe meant to encourage its recipient or pacify himself, and like this he begins kissing his way south, taking lovebites from his throat, his collarbones, the ever-broadening depth of his chest where, somehow, a part of him has made a home; he pauses at scars, kisses each one he finds on his journey along his sternum, especially thick clusters of freckles drawing his attention]
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The flush of one cheek, the way Todoroki's body moves, the way the light plays against his skin and the lean, long line of him, Midoriya memorizes every bit of it with wide eyes, equal parts appreciative and a little in awe at being allowed to see him like this.
It's instinct to strain against the hands holding him; Midoriya pushes at them but can't move without using his quirk, and that's a thrill he didn't anticipate. He might be stronger than Todoroki physically with the addition of his quirk but like this, he's pinned neatly and knows if Todoroki wanted he could probably freeze his hands to the bed. That also shouldn't be as hot as it is, probably. ]
Yeah? [ It's less commanding or challenging and more breathy encouragement as Midoriya squirms underneath him. Every so often his arms flex like he's fighting the urge to push up against the grip, muscles bunching and then releasing. The press of lips against scars is sweet, the bites a sharp counterpart that leaves him squirming. Near his ribs, Todoroki grazes sensitive skin and laughter bubbles out of him; he hadn't realized he was ticklish there, but he is. Through residual giggles: ] Are you gonna let me touch you back later, or-?