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It's quiet, usually is this time of night in the dorm rooms, nothing but the even breathing of each student as they peacefully sleep, well, most of them; Amajiki Tamaki's breathing starts to get faster and faster, until he's practically hyperventilating. He sits up, a dull ache coursing through his body, the tiniest movement making him gasp out loudly. The heat of the blanket on his skin burning to the touch. He finds himself carefully getting out of his bed, trying his hardest to calm down and figure out what was wrong. He moves to swing his legs off the edge of his bed, a loud whine escapes his lips and a whole-body shudder wrack over him. His mind tries its hardest to clear and figure out what happened.
His mind flashes back to earlier that day, he had been out on patrol, everything was going fine till he heard a ruckus down an alley. He had followed the noise and came across some guys cornering a woman, he quickly pulled her out the way of harm and told them to clear off before he called for Fatgum, they laughed as they left, one of them turning around just before going around a corner, he brought his hand up to his mouth and spat out what looked like a small dart, it landed right on the sliver of Tamaki's exposed neck. He groans about the memory, he had just thought it was a drowsy quirk, even the medics hadn't seen anything odd, although... they did look at him weirdly and tell him to rest carefully.
Mirio wakes up with a groan, looking around his room he squints his eyes in confusion, what had woken him? A knock on his door causes him to jump and nearly fall off his bed, he slowly gets up and puts on his bedside lamp, guessing that was what had previously woken him, he looks down, figuring it'll be fine to open the door in just a pair of bed pants, the night having been too warm for a shirt. He opens the door carefully, the only light being from his lamp and the dim lighting from the dorm hallway. He’s suddenly awake as he sees Tamaki half bent over, arm wrapped protectively around himself, tears flooding down his face.
“Tamaki! What’s wrong?” He carefully puts his arms out to try and support his friend, worried he might fall over and hurt himself even more. It takes a moment for Tamaki to reply, his breathing interrupted by hiccups every few moments, “I… It hurts,” he hiccups and a small sob escapes his throat, “it hurts, Mirio, so bad.” By now he’s practically whining, his voice breaking and reaching a higher octave, afraid to wake the others with Tamaki’s wails, Mirio carefully pulls him inside to his dorm, closing the door in the process. Tamaki’s breathing begins to get even heavier; his arms move from around himself to grab onto Mirio’s arms, “Mi... Mirio, help me please. Make it stop hurting.” His usual quiet voice, now loud, desperate and breathy, Mirio swallows thickly. “What’s wrong? How can I help?” Mirio moves himself so he can look at his friends face better, Tamaki sees the movement and pushes himself against Mirio, his body fitting perfectly against the other, Mirio softly gasps, but doesn’t make to move, if this is what makes Tamaki feel better, then sure, he’ll give his friend a hug. He slowly wraps his hand around Tamaki’s still shaking body. Tamaki gasps at the feeling of being held, his head falling backwards, exposing his pale neck to the dim light. His dark eyes find Mirio’s, a flush of red spreading across the hurting boys face, Mirio can’t help but admire how pretty he looks like this, eyes wet, cheeks flushed and dim lighting.
Mirio slowly loosens his hold, and goes to move away, Tamaki whines at the loss of weight around him, he moves quickly and pulls Mirio close to him, wrapping his own arms around the bigger heroes’ neck. Mirio realises that Tamaki won’t be letting go of him anytime soon and carefully manoeuvres them to be seated on the bed next to each other. Without a second thought Tamaki climbs his way into the others lap. Mirio carefully pulls Tamaki closer, the close contact seemingly calming him down. Mirio stiffens at the feeling of Tamaki shifting into a more comfortable position, resting his head in the crook of his neck. He slowly begins to relax again only to be surprised once more by a warm wet feeling against his neck. He gasps out loud, a tingle going through his body, “Ta… Tamaki? What are you doing?” In reply he licks another stripe up the blondes’ neck resulting in yet another gasp.
Tamaki’s voice is muffled from being pressed against Mirio’s neck; however, he still manages to hear; “Please, it hurts.” Mirio pulls himself away, albeit unwillingly, and pushes Tamaki just enough away so he can see his face. His eyes move from the tear stained cheeks, to the blown and watery eyes, to the lips that are oh so sinful a begging for Mirio to ‘help him’. Mirio looks at what the other is wearing, an oversized shirt and presumably shorts or underwear underneath, his eyes are drawn to the others exposed legs, thin and hairless, a side effect of his quirk. He moves his hands from gripping Tamaki’s shoulders to hesitantly touching his thighs. Tamaki shivers and grabs Mirio’s hands, he expects him to push them away, instead is once again shocked by his usually shy friends’ boldness, and finds his hands being placed flat against the top of the exposed thighs.
Earlier that day Tamaki had told him about the odd ‘sleepy’ quirk he got hit with, he figures this must be part of it as well, although not the worst in the lot, Mirio didn’t consider himself to be dumb when it came to understanding people and their needs, and right now, Tamaki had one specific need.
“Tamaki… Are you sure? Like, actually stop, clear your brain and tell me, are you sure you want this?” Tamaki whines as Mirio pulls his hands away, but pauses any and all movements himself to take what his friend said seriously. He slowly begins to nod, “Yes… Please, it hurts so bad, I need you Mirio, I want you, I always have.” Tamaki’s voice had started out soft and his usual quite tone, but became desperate the longer he had to wait for Mirio to touch him again. Mirio nods slightly, his mouth suddenly feeling dry, he sees Tamaki’s gaze drop to where his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, before he even has a moments chance, Tamaki is surging forwards and kissing him. He knew it had been coming, yet it still caught him off guard, his grip on Tamaki’s hips tightened then let go, almost afraid to hurt the other, but still relaxing into the kiss. It hadn’t been hot and messy like he was expecting, more so like a build-up had started to trickle out of its confines; it was fast, but soft, the desperation from both of them was clear, but the hesitation was holding them back. Tamaki pushed himself forwards just a slight bit more, this caused him to shift up Mirio’s lap. Tamaki pulls away for only a short moment to catch his breath, when he goes back for another kiss it’s with higher vigour, the kiss going from something that could’ve been called romantic, to now being something that can only be described as desperate. In the fever of the moment Tamaki finds himself slowly moving his hips back and forwards, Mirio’s grip tightens, almost as if to try and stop him, Tamaki can’t help the moan he lets loose at the idea of the bruises he might have there in the morning.
In a flurry of movements, Tamaki pulls his own shirt off, unhappy with the fabric being in the way between his and Mirio’s body. Mirio pulls Tamaki flush against him, leaning back slightly to only be pushed down by Tamaki. Mirio’s breath hitches at the new position, he can now see just how much of a reaction their actions had on Tamaki, his underwear straining against his only growing erection. Mirio unconsciously bucks his hips up at the idea of Tamaki wanting this as much as he does. At the movement underneath him, Tamaki finds himself falling forwards, a whine on his lips. He looks down at Mirio, a pout on his lips, tears welling up in his eyes; “Mi… Mirio… Please. Please, please, please.” His voice gets more desperate as he goes on, whining for Mirio to please… do something. At this point, Tamaki would be happy with anything. Mirio looks at his friends tear stained face, watery eyes and hears the whine in his voice, he grabs his hips and pulls Tamaki sharply against him, a big gasp escape the smaller boys’ mouth before a satisfied “Yes!” is practically exhaled. Tamaki grabs Mirio’s shoulders for some semblance of balance, rocking his hips at a faster pace. Mirio can’t help it, he presses his mouth to the pale neck Tamaki is baring at him, it’s practically begging to be marked, so he does just that, the delicious noises he hears are entirely worth it.
Mirio finds that being underneath is making it all too difficult to do much of anything, so he rolls himself over, pining Tamaki underneath him, his hands pressed into the mattress above his head. Tamaki’s body arches up, desperate for more of that filthy friction he had just moments ago. Mirio complies by pressing his lower body against his, they groan in unison, the pleasure coursing throughout their body. They continue to grind against one another, their bodies moving as one together. “Mi… Mirio, please, I need,” he cuts himself off to moan, “I… I need, need more, more, please.” Tamaki’s pleas give Mirio the courage to finally touch him, he slowly inches his hand -that isn’t supporting his own body weight- up Tamaki’s smooth thighs, coming to rest just short of the hem of the dark underwear. He finds the contrast between pale white and tight black to be beautiful. He slowly moves his hand up, inch by inch, giving Tamaki the chance to pull away or reject his advances, it never comes however. Tamaki’s breathing rises in pitch as Mirio finally touches him, his body arching up into his hand, tears prickling at his eyes, a mixture of embarrassment at his eagerness and pure bliss of finally having Mirio’s hands on him. Mirio sees the wetness collecting at his eyes, and as much as he loves the view of a ruined Tamaki below him, he doesn’t know if the tears are out of pain or pleasure, he slowly retracts his hand, a look of concern on his face; “Tamaki? Is everything ok? Are you alri-“, he’s cut off by a loud sob, the tears had finally spilled over, the pain of the arousal becoming too much now there was nothing to relieve it. He crowds Tamaki, his arms coming down on either side of his head, his own face a mere couple inches away from the other, Tamaki suddenly stops, his mouth closing, his eyes going wide, the tears still flowing; “Tamaki… Tell me what’s wrong.” Tamaki looks to the side, avoiding direct eye contact, Mirio moves his head to be in the new line of vision, “I… I need you. Please, touch me… It hurts.” The tears continue flowing, Mirio leans down and catches his lip in a chaste kiss, Tamaki can’t help the soft sigh that leaves his mouth when they pull away.
Mirio kisses Tamaki once more, soft and light, the kisses continue, however travelling downwards, slowly. First along his jaw, then down the beautifully pale column of neck, kissing over the marks prior left, onto the sharp and prominent collar bones. He continues down his chest, stopping to only flick his tongue over each nipple in play, relishing in the cute sounds coming from the boy underneath him. He teases around the waistband of Tamaki’s underwear, pulling it down slightly only to lick a stripe upwards and pull it back up. Tamaki’s constant squirming spurring Mirio on more and more. He finally pulls the other boy’s underwear down properly, his body following the piece of clothes movement down, dragging kisses down strong pale thighs, down to lean calves and sharp ankle bones until finally the offending piece of cloth has been removed. He kisses his way back up, savouring the wet gasps and hiccups coming from his friend’s mouth. His kissing stops at the junction between hip and pelvis; he sucks until it’s dark red, the movement, the gasps, the whines, all spurring him on even more. Finally, he takes pity on the poor boy and takes him into his mouth, the sobbing only gets louder, pleasure leaking out of his voice, dripping with lust.
Tamaki looks down only to slam his head back as he catches Mirio’s eye, he loves the feeling of warmth and wetness, but doesn’t like Mirio being so far away from him. He tangles his hands in the blonde’s hair, enjoying the feeling, but soon finds himself tugging on the hair to pull him away. Mirio pulls away confused, “Is something wrong?” Tamaki nods, and pulls him up by his shoulders, catching his lips in a kiss, “You’re too… far away…” Tamaki’s voice can barely be heard over the sound of breathing and soft kisses, but Mirio still catches it, accustomed to his friend’s quiet voice. Mirio looks presses a kiss to his neck once more and pulls away softly to shift through his pants and underwear, not bothering to take them off properly, he reaches down and pulls the offending clothes out of the way. He sits up and pulls Tamaki with him. The other boy situates himself in the others lap, now both bare and able to feel everything about each other.
Their cocks stand tall against their bodies, Tamaki presses his body forward, gasping as their heat touches the each other, Mirio grabs his hips, pulling him flush against him. They come together in a kiss, not being able to get enough of each other’s mouths. The rush of release pushing them forwards. Mirio uses his grip on Tamaki’s hips to move him in a grinding motion, Tamaki complies and does so. He breaks away from the kiss to moan loudly, breathing becoming too difficult. “Mi… Mirio... I’m... I… I’m close, please, just a little more.” Mirio nods, finding himself quickly being pushed to the edge as well. Tamaki takes control over his own movements and his rutting motion becomes quicker and harder, the only thing on his mind is the sweet release he craves so much. Mirio turns his head, pushing it against Tamaki’s neck, sucking one last mark onto it, wanting proof that it wasn’t just a dream. The sensation of pleasure and pain is what finally pushes Tamaki over the edge, one last sob erupts from his mouth and Mirio hears his name being called and a hot splash across his stomach. He pulls away to look at Tamaki, seeing the ruined appearance; messy hair, tear stained face, puffy lips, eyes swimming with unshed tears and the marks, oh god, the marks all up and down his neck and upper torso. The sight alone is enough to finally finish Mirio. He comes with a groan, his own release hitting himself and Tamaki.
He looks at Tamaki, now a soft and content smile working its way onto his face. He slowly crawls out of Mirio’s grasp, and lies down, but not before making sure he’s at least holding his hand. Before Tamaki can tug him down, Mirio makes sure to grab his discarded pants and use them to clean both of their bodies up. He picks up Tamaki’s underwear and softly slips them back on, afraid the indecency in the morning may make the other overly shy, he does the same to himself. He pulls up the blanket, there being barely enough room on the single bed for the two fully grown boys.
Tamaki hums happily, curling up against Mirio… Neither knowing the feelings of happiness and love are shared.