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Denki nibbles nervously on his lip, but takes a deep breath and sidles up to Hanta. “Hey Han,” they say, and sigh internally at how much of their current nerves are showing up in their voice. (It’s silly, and they know it’s silly - it’s about sex, and something they’re pretty damn sure Hanta’s gonna be on board with at that, not some world-shaking danger nor even mild personal inconvenience - but. Well. Brains are obnoxious.)

Hanta hums in answer, putting the last of the groceries away into the fridge before turning and wrapping his arms around Denki. "Yes, love?" he asks.

Denki leans into the hug with a pleased noise. “Um...” they start slowly, stimming a little, “ssssssoooo you remember the thing recently with the gala?”

Hanta gazes down at Denki with furrowed brows and a curious glint in his eyes. "I do, yes. How could I after the two weeks straight of night patrols that Shouta forced me to go on with him?" he says with a smirk.

Denki snickers before sliding back into ‘slightly antsy’. “Uhhh, sooooo...” they draw it out for a second, before blurting out, all in a rush, “remember how you were telling Zashi I was a good boy and that was a very good thing and um—” Denki tilts forward, and the rest of it is slightly muffled by Hanta’s chest, but is still clearly audible, “could we maybe do something playing with that and um you showing me off maybe like maybe recording something to send Zu or even just pretending there’s someone you’re showing me off to?”

Hanta, grateful that he's learned to keep up with his partners' mumbles throughout the years, is able to catch all of what Denki said since this seems like something Denki probably doesn't entirely want to repeat out of anxiety. "You want me to show you off?" he repeats to make sure he understood it correctly. "We can absolutely send a video to Izuku, I'm sure they'll appreciate it very much. We can also test it in public too," he suggests as he tilts Denki's head up to press a kiss to the spot between their brows.

Denki gives Hanta a nervous, hopeful look and nods. “Yes please,” they whisper, then tilt their head. “... what do you mean by testing it in public?” They push into the kiss to their forehead, and nibble gently on their lip as his nerves start shifting more solidly into arousal.

Hanta hums as he cups Denki's face and plays with some of the strands of hair that frames their face. "Mm, I could drop subtle compliments or praises when we're in public. When we're standing in line for coffee, when we finish up a villain attack, when we're in the agency and you finish your work. Hell, if you end up being comfortable with it, I could pop in when you do one of those interviews with the reporters after we capture a villain and tell you how good and amazing you did," he shrugs, putting much emphasis on if throughout his entire speech. He may have only said the word once, but it's a very strong underlying tone that states all of this is in play if Denki is up for experimenting after they try out sending a video to Izuku first.

Denki’s eyes go wide at the thought and they shiver. “Oh,” they say softly, because, ah. Hm. That is A Thought, hot damn.

Hanta chuckles at the reaction that Denki gives him. "I'll take that as a more in-depth conversation later," he teases with a pinch to Denki's butt.

Denki nods enthusiastically and sucks in a soft, needy breath at the pinch to their butt. They absolutely have a praise kink, but more than that, they want to be praised, and degraded, and shown off, specifically for being Hanta’s, Daddy’s, good slut.

Hanta smirks because he had a feeling that would rile Denki up in the best ways possible. "You want the world to know that you're Daddy's and Master's good boy?" he purrs, fingers delicately tucking hair behind their ear as his other hand cups Denki's chin gingerly, thumb brushing over their bottom lip teasingly.

Denki’s eyes blow wide and dark, and they nod with a soft whimper. “Ah, Han, please, yes, wanna-” They swallow, and their voice drops to a whisper. “Wanna prove I’m Daddy’s and Master’s good slut.” Prove isn’t maybe quite the word they’re looking for right now (it’s (mostly) not about proving it to himself or his partners, more about being shown off as such), but it’s not quite the wrong word either, so he’s running with it. His lips part unthinkingly as Hanta’s thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and he looks hopefully up at his husband as they mouth gently at his thumb.

Hanta hums, touch gentle even as his other hand squeezes and kneads Denki's ass roughly. "Mm. You want the whole world to see how good you can be for us outside of our home, don't you? Let them know that you're the only one we can praise and touch the way we do. Show them that you're such a good boy in and out of our home," he purrs as his other hand slides down from their face to rest heavily around Denki's throat.

Denki- honestly, they’re not entirely sure how to describe the noise that rips out of their throat at that, beyond somewhere between a whine and a moan. Mostly, it’s desperate and hungry and wanting. “Oh god yes Daddy please wanna be your and Master’s good boy, please, want people to know-!” They cut off with a moan as Hanta’s hand settles heavily around their throat.

Hanta coos at Denki lovingly, bending down to press soft featherlight kisses along their face and the corners of their mouth. "My little Firefly is already so desperate to be shown off and we haven't even set boundaries for this yet," he says with a smirk, heart thundering at how much this riles up not only Denki, but also Hanta himself. He always loves praising his partners in public. Loves to get them flustered and tease them because he had no shame showing the world they were his. But this is something new entirely because this oz something they would be bringing more heavily from the bedroom to the public and fuck that makes Hanta hard and aching already. The thought of flustering Izuku or Denki while they're giving an interview in public is so incredibly hot to Hanta. It feeds that dominant side of him in the best ways possible, even the possessive and prideful side of him thrives in this feeling. "How about we send a video to Izuku and show off how good you are, hm? Show them how pretty you look on your knees, how well you listen when I tell you how to suck my cock," he murmurs against Denki's ear, teeth biting and tugging at their lobe teasingly.

Denki whines loudly at that, because holy fuck this is already better than they’d imagined. God, at this rate, they’re not even gonna be surprised if they cum once completely untouched, with the way Hanta’s talking. If he starts filming and talks about Denki like that in third person, to the camera (to Izuku)? God, fuck, that might be all it takes. “Please,” Denki gasps, “want- want you to show them I can be good for both of you.”

Hanta smirks dark and dangerous as he pulls reactions and sounds from Denki with just his words and the images he was putting in their head. He won't lie and say that this isn't turning him on either if his throbbing half-hard cock was anything to go by. "Yeah? You wanna dress up all pretty for them? Want Daddy to tie you up and wrap you like a present for them?"

Another desperate noise rips its way out of Denki’s throat, and- “Oh god fuck Daddy please!” Just the thought of being tied up and shown off like that is enough to have him sliding subby already. Denki sucks in a soft, slightly shaky breath and looks up at Hanta through his lashes. “What color are you wrapping me in, Daddy?” they ask, a little shyly.

Hanta hums as he thinks about it, fingers brushing up and down their arms and waist. "Maybe black and green. Wrap you up in Daddy's and Master's colors, hm?" he suggests with a glint in his eye.

Denki whines softly and drops his head forward against Hanta’s chest. “Please, Daddy,” they whisper, soft and desperate. Wrapped and marked and claimed in his partners’ colors, and then shown off like that? God, they want.

Hanta's chuckle is promising, dark, hungry. He's put his partners in his own and each other's colors before but this had a whole new meaning behind it and it sparked something deep inside of Hanta that he knew existed but never touched because he was waiting for his partners to prod at it first. Now, Denki's released a beast that will never be caged again. He pulls back a little and bends down before lugging his Firefly up and over his shoulder in a fireman carry as he pats their butt while making his way to their bedroom. "I'm sure our lunch can wait, hm?" he says as he pushes the door open with his foot.

Denki makes a soft, gut-punched noise when Hanta just leans down and casually hefts him up in a fireman’s carry before hauling him off to the bedroom. They’ve always, always been weak for how easily their partners can and do just move them around, but something about the casual possessiveness of the fireman’s carry, and how Hanta doesn’t check or ask or anything, just does it... maybe it’s the lack of, of choice or agency or something (even if they both know that the instant Denki actually wanted to stop, Hanta would be all but tripping over himself to stop and take care of them), Denki isn’t looking too closely at it right now, but holy fuck that’s hot. “Ah, yes Daddy,” they gasp, and don’t even think to make the obvious pun about better things to put in their mouth right now.

Hanta tosses Denki onto the bed, watching as they bounce. He smirks as he smacks Denki's thigh before heading to the closet to grab the ropes (as well as a couple physical safeword alternatives, just in case) with a small chuckle full of promise and desire as he exits the closet. His hand holds the black and dark green ropes while his other hand twists and tugs one end of the rope around. His eyes are dark as his gaze lands on Denki's form on their bed.

Denki whines softly at the smack and watches dazedly as Hanta disappears into the closet. The moment he steps back out, Denki’s eyes snap straight to the ropes in his hands, and they whimper softly, staring fixedly at where Hanta’s fiddling with one end (and fuck, their underwear’s probably well on the way to soaked by now; they’re so turned on they could almost cry, and Hanta’s barely even touched them yet).

Hanta makes his way closer to Denki, strides confident and slow as his gaze is anything but subtle with the way he devours Denki's reactions and squirming in their bed. "Poor baby. Already do desperate and I haven't even done anything yet," he taunts as he reaches the edge of the bed and settles a knee between their legs and it wasn't a mistake that he presses firmly against Denki's cunt, feeling the radiating warmth and dampness through the fabric. Humming, Hanta tilts his head as he lets his eyes roam over his baby's body. "What to do, what to do," he murmurs as he tries to gauge how he wants to tie Denki up. Of course, his favorite is the frog tie. It leaves them all spread open and incapacitated to Hanta's cruel and wandering hands, but there's also hanging them up. He didn't install the multiple rings in the ceiling for nothing after all.

For all that he’s still fully clothed, Denki feels naked and vulnerable under Hanta’s predatory gaze, in the best possible way. They shift their weight forward against Hanta’s knee with a soft gasp, and dart a brief, hopeful glance up at the rings in the ceiling. The idea of Hanta just being able to casually rotate him this way and that to show them off for the camera- Denki swallows and shivers. “Please, Daddy,” they murmur. It’s not ‘please do this’ or ‘please touch me’ or anything, just... please.

Hanta catches the way their eyes flicker to the ceiling and he doesn’t have to be a genius to know exactly what they were looking at. “Does my baby wanna be strung up like a doll and let Daddy play with them? Show how pretty you are from all angles for Izuku to see?” he coos, hands caressing up and under Denki’s shirt.

Denki sucks in a sharp breath and arches into Hanta’s touch with a whine, and why yes he did put in proper nipple piercings for this, some of the custom bioplast ones with a little stylized roll of tape on one side and a little green lightning bolt on the other. “Please, Daddy,” they whimper, “wanna be- want you to string me up and show Master how good a slut I can be for you.”

Hanta's fingers graze Denki's nipples and he grins wild and dark when he immediately knows what the decorations were after a few seconds of feeling around. "Y' even dressed up pretty for Daddy and Master under your clothes," he purrs as he hikes the shirt up until it pools above Denki's collarbones. He doesn't hesitate to lean down and immediately begin to lick and tease their nipples once the skin was exposed.

Denki moans and arches further up into Hanta’s attention to his nipples. It’s probably silly, given how blindingly clear Hanta’s appreciation for the piercings is, but- “I- ah- chose good ones, Daddy?”

Hanta’s chest rumbles in satisfaction, in pride that Denki was asking him if they chose good piercings. Denki was asking him for approval and nothing makes Hanta harder than knowing that no one else can give Denki an answer but him and Izuku. “Perfect,” he replies, teeth tugging lightly on the bars as his hands slip the shirt off of Denki entirely.

Denki whines loudly, at the praise and the tugging both, and fuck but he’s even more riled up than he thought, because with the way Hanta’s been talking to them, there’s a moment where they’re actually legitimately wondering if this is all it’s going to take to make them cum. It passes, but there’s definitely a moment where it’s close. (Though the thought of Hanta’s reaction if they came just from that is... Denki shivers delightedly.)

Hanta grins wild and hungry as he sees just how much this was really affecting Denki and he hasn't even gotten to the good part yet. "Sit up for me, my pretty baby," he says as he slides off the bed and unwinds one of the ropes. He had all his ropes custom and specially made. The one in his hands at the moment was long and was split perfectly down the middle with black and green. He's going to use this to wrap up Denki's torso and arms. He has two more, one black and one green; those will be used for their legs.

Denki eagerly scrambles to sit up, and even after he settles, they’re unconsciously leaning toward Hanta like a flower to the sun. “Yes, Daddy,” he says softly, and for all that they’re turned on as hell and he’s been slipping hard into a subby headspace, for a moment there’s nothing but pure love and adoration in Denki’s eyes as they look up at Hanta, even as they lean forward a little more to let Hanta start wrapping them in their spouses’ colors.

Hanta takes a moment to admire Denki, a hand unwrapping from the rope to cradle their cheek tenderly. He leans down to press a kiss to their lips lovingly, murmuring a soft, "I love you," between the small breadth of space between them before he stands back up and smiles dark and eager as he unwinds the rope entirely.

Denki melts into the kiss, and whispers, “I love you too.” As Hanta stands up and shifts back into his previous headspace, Denki does the same, slipping seamlessly back into the headspace of the subby, exhibitionist, rope bunny they enthusiastically are. They whine softly at the hungry expression on Hanta’s face, and shiver in delighted anticipation with every turn of the uncoiling rope.

Hanta hums as he gestures for Denki to stand up. “Up, love. Arms behind your back and crossed,” he commands.

Denki whimpers softly and stands to do as he’s ordered. They’re not going nonverbal... quite... yet... they don’t think, but the idea of speaking right now, even for a simple ‘yes Daddy,’ is… not happening, not this second. (Maybe they are going nonverbal. Oh well, it’s certainly not a bad nonverbal. Anyway, Hanta’s good at making sure they have a way to express some equivalent of a safeword, even if it means tucking a jingle-ball cat toy into one hand for them to drop if needed, or something like that.)

Hanta can see that words are beginning to get difficult for his baby to speak. He thinks mindlessly about which of the nonverbal safeword options he could give Denki for them to be able to use their safeword for this scene while he slowly and meticulously begins to wrap and knot the rope around their torso and arms delicately.

Denki sighs softly as Hanta starts tying them up. As each loop of the soft rope wraps around them and each knot settles against their skin, Denki's brain slowly goes quiet and still. They're not quite at the point of hitting subspace yet, but it won't be long, and when it does happen, they can tell it's going to be a very gentle slip sideways into subspace rather than the sharper fall he sometimes gets.

Hanta's fingers graze every spot that he passes, tugging at rope, caressing skin, admiring each scar. He's focused to ensure that Denki's muscles aren't twisted or be in uncomfortable positions as he loops rope and ties them together. Once he's satisfied with the torso, he stands behind Denki, presses a jingle-ball cat toy into one hand to act as a nonverbal safeword, and wraps his arms around them from behind. He splays his hand across their stomach as the other runs through hair on the back of their head and scratches their scalp lightly. “Drop the ball if you need to safeword, baby, okay?” he murmurs into their ear.

Denki nods and sighs softly as Hanta finishes wrapping their torso, and slips gently into subspace as he scritches gently at their scalp. he’s not in control right now, not even slightly, but that’s okay, because Daddy’s got them. Daddy’s gonna show him off for Master, show them what a good slut he can be. denki lets their head rest back against Daddy’s shoulder with a blissful little smile. things are quiet and sorta floaty in their head, and it’s good.

Hanta's chest rumbles with soft laughter as he sees his Baby finally slip into the headspace that he wants them to. "Daddy's gonna take your pants off and then bring you over to the hoops so I can begin to tie your legs up, yeah?" he murmurs into their ear before pressing a kiss to their temple.

denki’s blissful little smile widens some at that, and he makes a noise that follows the intonation patterns of ‘yes Daddy’ as one finger rubs slow and gentle at the bit of Daddy’s shirt that happens to be under where denki’s arms are tied behind them.

Hanta makes sure that Denki's stable before he pulls back a little and movs to be in front of them. His fingers hook onto their pants and underwear before gently tugging them down, lowering himself as he goes and letting his lips kiss each inch of skin he can reach and that gets exposed.

denki moans, soft but unrestrained, as Daddy pulls their pants and underwear down. shifting slightly as Daddy kisses down following their descending waistband makes it obvious how wet they already are, both by the lewd little noise and by how slick their upper inner thighs are right around his cunt.

Hanta's pupils blow wide when he smells and sees the amount of slick that Denki's already produced between their thighs. "Gods, look how wet you are already. So eager to show off how good you are for Master?" he purrs as he gently pushes Denki's legs apart. He wraps large hands around their thighs, squeezing the flesh and marveling at how much skin his hands cover as he kisses their mound, tongue poking out to lick teasingly at their clit.

Daddy’s words hit them hard, and denki makes a noise that feels almost like it went from his cunt straight out his mouth without ever stopping by their brain on the way (not, admittedly, that there’s much brain present to consult). when Daddy licks teasingly at their clit, denki makes another raw, unfiltered noise and trembles gently at the stimulation.

Hanta chuckles and pulls back, not wanting to make them cum just yet. "Delicious and sweet as always," he praises as he stands to slowly guide Denki over to the overhanging hoops in the ceiling, the other two pairs of rope unwrapped and slung around his neck.

denki whines, soft and sad, when Daddy pulls back, but it’s the equivalent of an ‘aw nice feeling gone’ without any element of begging for it to come back. if Daddy wants them to beg for something, that’s one thing, but right now they’re... it’s hard to put words to it even when they’re fully verbal, but it’s a little bit ‘they’ll take whatever Daddy gives them and be delighted with it,’ a little bit of that overwhelming need to be good for Daddy and Master, and a whole lot of when they’re tied up like this, they’re mostly just... floaty and existing in the moment, and they’ll get pain, or pleasure, or (metaphorical or literal) suspense, as Daddy decides. at Daddy’s praise, denki... it’s somewhere between whining and preening, and denki would be hard-pressed to say which, but they’re definitely having some sort of positive reaction as Daddy leads them over to the hanging hoops.

Hanta makes a soft noise to soothe Denki as he positions them with their back to the bed. He grabs the black rope from his neck and gently taps the outside of Denki's left thigh. "Bring this leg up for me, Baby," he commands, hand ready to hold it up and steady so Hanta can wrap it.

denki makes a soft noise and leans into Daddy, obediently bringing the indicated leg up for him.

Hanta holds Denki's leg up and begins to wrap their leg, looping the rope through the one that was around Denki's torso and arms to connect them and keep it all together. "Good boy," he praises, making sure that Denki was able to still lean on him for support while allowing his arms to move freely.

denki leans against Daddy with a blissful little smile, both at the continued wrapping and at the praise. (Daddy’s wrapping them up pretty for him and Master, and he’s gonna show them off for Master while denki’s tied up and helpless, and denki’s gonna be the best boy for them. he shivers delightedly at the thought.)

Hanta deftly finishes the first leg, satisfied with how spread it was. He can see the position and the rope pulling at Denki's muscles and he soothes his hand over the skin. He turns to wrap his arm around Denki and smile softly down at him. "Daddy's gonna attach you to the hoops now before I tie your other leg, yeah?" he says as one arm reaches up to untie the ropes that were tied neatly together above.

they sigh softly and relax under Daddy’s hand, then denki makes a blissed-out little affirmative noise and lets his head roll sideways to rest against Daddy’s shoulder. (they’re already spread open so much, even with their other leg still free, and they love it.)

Hanta connects one rope from one hoop to the ropes around Denki's torso and leg and pulls a little to hoist them up into the air a few inches. He grabs the other and connects it as well though he leaves most of it dangling so he can connect Denki's other leg. He pulls the last rope from around his neck off and begins to tied Denki's other leg back as well, spreading it to make sure that Denki's cunt is put on perfect display, their clit peeking out from their folds lewdly.

denki shivers as Daddy ties them and spreads them out further. they’re dropping deep for Daddy as he prepares them to be put on display. his head drops back into perfect face-fucking position, and the thought drifts idly through their mind for a moment to wonder if and when they’ll get a cock in their mouth. it passes as quickly as it came, and they’re left just feeling blissfully simultaneously floaty and present in the moment and only the moment.

Hanta steps back once he's got Denki fully secured in the position. He hums, walking around them to ensure all the ropes and knots were perfect and not digging anywhere too much. Once he reaches their face, he cups their cheek tenderly and allows them a perfect view of Hanta's hard cock through his sweats. He presses the bulge lightly against Denki's cheek before pulling away to walk back around in between their legs. He lightly smacks their cunt, smirking at the squelch it makes from how wet they were. "My pretty Baby's all ready for me to show off to Master," he says as his hands caress Denki's thighs and torso lovingly, admiring just how much they truly look like a piece of artwork all strung up like this.

denki eagerly opens his mouth for Daddy’s cock when he rubs it against their cheek (never mind that it’s through Daddy’s sweatpants), and makes a quiet disappointed noise when he moves away. that thought is blown completely out of their mind when Daddy slaps his cunt, though. they cry out and try to arch into it, but the way they’re tied, there’s not much they can do to move on their own, so they just end up straining against the ropes with a soft desperate noise. at Daddy’s words, they keen and (try to) squirm harder, because oh, oh, they want that, want desperately for Daddy to show them off for Master.

Hanta chuckles as he pulls away to set up his phone and a tripod that they conveniently had around here. (No, it's totally not because he likes to send Eri baking videos so she can learn for her bake sales and charity things.) Once he makes sure that the phone was set up correctly and has both him and Denki in perfect view, he hits record and strides back to Denki. "Look how pretty our Baby is all strung up for us. For you, Izuku," he purrs as he goes to stand in front of Denki's head before he gently hauls them up so that they rest against his chest and his torso was raised and shown to the camera. Oh, and yes, he did in fact have the screen facing them so he can see everything they do in the camera and let Denki see himself whenever Hanta lifts them up or turns him.

denki keens long and loud at Daddy’s words, and slides down the scale into a raw, unfiltered wail as he’s moved and gets a glimpse of himself on the screen. (their nipple piercings stand out well against the dark ropes, enough for them to see at a glance on the screen, even if his attention is more focused on their cunt and ass, and how delightfully obscene they look splayed out like this for Daddy and Master.)

Hanta has an arm wrapped around Denki's waist to keep them up against his chest while the other trails along their body and plays with their nipples. "Our sweet, good boy wanted me to show them off to their Master. Show how pretty they look all spread out and wrapped up for you like the perfect gift they are," he continues, fingers tugging idly at their piercings before moving down to pat the mound of their cunt lightly, middle and index finger framing their cunt and squeezing together to push the puffy sides together, puckering Denki's lips so to speak. Just...not the lips on their face.

denki gasps when Daddy tugs on his piercings and drops his head back against Daddy’s chest. when Daddy starts playing with their cunt and talking to the camera, denki whines, soft and desperate as they clench futilely around nothing at all. (they want something in them, but they’re so far out of control that there’s not much they can do but enjoy whatever (glorious) ride Daddy decides to give them.)

Hanta can feel the way their cunt clenches and pulses in that needy way that gushes slick and gets Hanta hard as a rock. “Mm, wish you could feel how their cunt is reacting to my words right now,” he says as his fingers dip between wet folds and he holds them open obscenely for the camera to capture Denki’s full cunt on display, engorged clit the center of attention and slick steadily dripping out and onto the floor.

denki whines, and they don’t have the leverage to even just rub against Daddy’s hand, but fuck the way Daddy’s not even talking to them has them absolutely drenched and dripping, clenching again around nothing at Daddy’s words. denki makes a soft, desperate noise and blindly rubs his head against Daddy, as it’s about the only thing he can move right now.

Hanta chuckles low and dark as he pats Denki directly over their cunt, the sound obscene as the skin on skin was mixed with the squelching of Denki’s slick. “Baby told me that they wanna be shown off. Wanna tell everyone that they’re owned. Owned by us,” he emphasizes as he gently grips Denki’s chin to make sure they were staring right at the camera as he bends his head down to be next to their ear. “Isn’t that right, our perfect little cockslut? Perfect toy for us to play with and you’re always so good.”

denki shivers and whines. apparently they’re so worked up by this whole situation that that’s all it takes to send them over the edge, and they cum with a soft startled noise.

Hanta isn’t surprised at all, but he is taken aback slightly at how quickly they came without Hanta giving them any kind of stimulation that would be enough to tip them over. Then again, they surprise him everyday. “Oh. Oh. Look at that,” he says, voice in awe as he sees the glistening of Denki’s cunt in the camera. Sure, he’s got the biggest newest phone on the market, but it was still a phone screen. It’s quite small considering the distance and no matter how good of a quality it has, but he could clearly see how wet Denki was. “Our pretty boy came all just from Daddy’s words. I’m just showing them off to you, Izuku, and they came just from my words,” he smirks, fingers dipping into Denki’s hole briefly to scoop up some of their slick to bring it to his mouth. He moans at the taste, tongue not missing a single drop as he stares into the camera right at Denki with a big smirk on his face.

denki whines and moans at that, and doesn’t bother shutting his mouth after. (who knows, maybe Daddy will put something in it? they can hope, at least.)

Hanta takes his fingers out of his mouth and sticks them into Denki’s mouth immediately after, a string of his own spit connecting to his fingers before it breaks when it presses into Denki’s mouth. “I think we could make them cum in public even faster than this, huh?” he says nonchalantly, staring down at Denki.

denki makes a soft, gutpunched noise around Daddy’s fingers at that and starts sucking on them in earnest, wrapping his lips and tongue around Daddy’s fingers, licking them clean of any trace of Daddy’s spit, caressing them with his tongue and generally just outright fellating the fingers. the idea of being outright made to cum in public... denki shivers and starts paying even more enthusiastic attention to Daddy’s fingers.

Hanta's gaze darkens as he feels the way Denki doubles their efforts to lick his fingers at his words. "Seems like someone agrees with that," he taunts lowly, eyes flickering to the camera and staring straight into it, knowing that later on Izuku will watch it and feel his gaze. "What did you wanna show Master today, Baby? How well you listen? How many times you'll cum? How much of a cockslut you are, desperate for our cum?" he purrs as he slips his fingers out of their mouth to trail down and slide them through their cunt, digits dipping in and out of Denki's hole with each pass.

denki whines and moans, squirms and whimpers and holy fuck yes please all of the above. they clench hopefully every time Daddy’s fingers dip inside them, and whimper every time they move on without filling him. denki may be nonverbal right now, but that in no way inhibits their ability to beg and make it abundantly clear that they want. they want to be filled and filled and filled, mouth and cunt and ass, filled with cock and cum and anything and everything Daddy will give them. (above all, though, they want to be good.)

Hanta coos quietly, pressing a kiss to Denki's temple as he gives them what they finally want. He gently lets them lean back again, watching the ropes tighten and go taut with the weight before he moves to Denki's legs. He stands to the side, a hand resting on their lower stomach to keep them still. He would have stood between their legs, but he has a show to do after all. He brings his other hand up and pats Denki's cunt lightly before he dips two fingers into his cunt, pushing them deep and meeting no resistance with how wet they were. "Gods, you are soaking," he breathes as he slides his fingers out to show the way their slick created strings connecting his fingers to their cunt. The camera caught just how wet Denki's cunt and Hanta's fingers were. He pushes them back into Denki and leisurely thrusts them in and out, listening to the squelch and watching Denki's expression. "Too bad Master can't enjoy how wet you are right now. Maybe you can be their good little cumdump later, hm?"

denki drops their head back and keens at finally being filled. it’s not all that much yet (says the size king), even if Daddy’s fingers are wonderfully thick, but oh it’s good. the obscene little squelches as Daddy leisurely finger-fucks them only add to the overall effect, and now that denki finally has something in his cunt, Daddy’s words are all it takes for them to fall over the edge. the next time Daddy thrusts his fingers in, denki cums with a soft, desperate noise, whining softly and clenching down on the fingers in his cunt. (yes please, they want, want to be Daddy’s and Master’s good fucktoy and cockslut and cumdump.)

Hanta hums low, eyes darkening further with lust and desire as Denki cums yet again so quickly. "Look at that," he purrs. "Our good little cockslut came again." His lips twitch into an evil smile as the hand on Denki's stomach trails down to rub and stimulate Denki's clit quick and fast. "Now, cum again," he demands as he curls the fingers in their cunt and begin to fuck them repeatedly. "Show Master what they're missing out on, Baby."

denki whines softly at the praise, then cries out and cums hard as Daddy starts finger-fucking them in earnest, cunt clamping down on the curled fingers that hit their g-spot with every thrust as Daddy rubs hard at his clit.

Hanta grins as Denki cums yet again, soaking his fingers and hand. Honestly, he's pretty sure that some of it was dripping down to his wrist. He slows his ministrations down as he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. "Y'wanna know why our good little boy wanted to do this video? Wants me to show them off," he says to the camera as he continues to clean his hand while going to the chest at the end of their bed and opening it up, gazing at all the toys inside. "They wanted me to show how much of them is ours. Only we allow them to cum, only we get to touch them and kiss them. Only we get to see them turn into a fucked out cumdump that wants more and more because they wanna be such a good boy for us. Isn't that right, Baby?" he asks as he leaves the chest momentarily to bend down to Denki's face and pressing a kiss to their lips, their slick still staining his lips and mouth.

denki keens at Daddy’s words, and fuck, yes, please, they want that, they want that so much. (he loves being... owned, almost, in the best possible way, loves the validation and the praise and the way things are... simpler, like this. praise or punishment is immediate and unambiguous. not that his partners leave him guessing normally, but it soothes old, old fears and insecurities.) denki makes a desperate noise of agreement into the kiss and starts eagerly licking slick off of Daddy’s lips.

Hanta moans into the kiss, teeth nipping gently at Denki's bottom lip before pulling away and turning back to the chest and rifles through the toys to find the best ones he can use on Denki for their scene.

denki’s eyes slip closed as they wait for Daddy to come back, slipping solidly back into the slightly floaty headspace. the ends of his hair drift just off the floor as his head drops back down, and they just... exist, in the grounding, reassuring pressure of the ropes. (his head’s quiet, in a way it never is outside scenes, and it’s a strange but reassuring stillness.)

Hanta decides on a vibrating dildo with a nub for special clit attention, nipple clamps, and the wand. He stands to set them on the bed before turning and kneeling beside Denki's head, stroking their cheek gently. "Do you want your collar, Baby?" he asks, fingers brushing the skin of Denki's neck that was a little red from the position. He makes a note to elevate Denki upright every now and then.

denki smiles at Daddy, small and soft and hopeful, and makes a quiet affirmative noise as they nudge their face against Daddy’s hand.

Hanta smiles and leans down to press a tender kiss to their lips before standing and heading to their bedside table to grab the box with Denki's collars in. He opens it and pulls out the heavy one that they use for scenes, feeling the weight of it in his hands as he heads back to Denki. He hooks his pinky into the buckle so he can gently pull Denki up to have them rest against his chest. With him behind them, it gives the camera a perfect view of Hanta's dark and prideful expression as he loops the collar around Denki's neck and buckles it in the back. "Isn't our babyboy so pretty with their collar? You're the most beautiful thing ever, aren't you?" he purrs, trailing kisses along their neck and jaw.

denki makes a soft contented noise into the kiss. when Daddy pulls him up against his chest, denki floats contentedly up until Daddy fastens the collar around their neck and starts praising them to the camera. denki whines, soft and desperate, because they’d forgotten for a moment that they’re being filmed, that Daddy’s showing them off for and to Master. denki ducks their head unthinkingly from the praise, and makes a quiet noise that’s somewhere between bashful and wanting when that leaves him staring straight at the phone screen. between the utterly obscene picture they make and Daddy’s expression behind him... denki whines, high and sharp and sliding down into a moan, because oh. oh. that’s a good image.

Hanta chuckles as he sees the moment that Denki sees themself in the camera. "Yeah. You're so pretty, aren't you? Your legs spread, slick and cunt on display for the camera to see and show Master how wet you are," he teases in Denki's ear as he adjusts his grip around their waist. He stretches his tape out to grab the wand from the bed. He turns it on low and presses it gently against their clit.

denki whines at Daddy’s words, and cries out, wanton and wanting, when he presses the wand against their clit. they press their head blindly back against Daddy’s chest as they pant softly, hovering right on the edge of another orgasm.

Hanta is feeling merciful for their scene. He wants to see them cum over and over again on camera, so he murmurs his next command while upping the intensity. "Cum for me, Baby. Be a good boy and cum for Daddy. Get yourself all nice and wet so I can fuck you later."

denki cums with a wail for Daddy, eyes rolling back and cunt clenching around nothing as he arches mindlessly against the ropes. (they’re well-tied, though, and it’s less “arching against” and more “trying to arch against” the ropes, and they’re absolutely delighted by that. the grounding pressure of the ropes, plus the extra little bite where they’re trying to push against the ropes... yes please.)

Hanta barely has to keep Denki in position against his chest with how well the ropes did that for him. “There you go, Baby. Such a good boy,” he praises as he pulls the wand away and tosses it onto the bed before inserting his fingers into their cunt to curl and press against that spongy spot inside of them. “I bet Master’s thinking about how pretty you look cumming right now, huh?” His gaze flickers to the camera with a smirk.

denki barely has even the slightest chance to come down from the first orgasm before Daddy’s fingers are assaulting their g-spot, and between that and his words about Master, they’re gone, cumming again for Daddy (for Master, for the camera) with a moan.

Hanta continues his senseless praises as he makes Denki cum yet again before easing off on their poor cunt. "Good boy. Such a good little eager cockslut for us," he says as he gently rubs his entire palm over their cunt, loud squelching sounds caused by how wet they were. "Did you like that? Being shown off to Master with how well and fast you can cum? I bet they'd love a video of you just cumming over and over again without break so they can enjoy when they're not home, huh?" he taunts as he slowly lowers Denki back down so he can turn to grab the vibrating dildo and move to stand by their legs again, trailing the toy between their folds to slick it up.

denki moans at that, helpless to move and desperate and wanting. that sounds- denki shivers. the idea of being made to cum over and over again like that sounds amazing on its own, but there being video of that? Master having video of that for when they’re not home? denki whines, soft and hopeful, sliding louder when they feel something dragging against their cunt. from the angle they’re at, denki can’t actually see whatever toy(?) Daddy’s teasing them with, but he clenches and unclenches hopefully a couple times, since there’s not much else they’re able to do right now.

Hanta never really delved into that exhibitionist side of him before since it never came to light much. Sure, he absolutely enjoyed praising and teasing his partners in public and garnering the most beautiful reactions from them, but this? This is a whole new door that’s opened up for him and he is so glad that Denki - and hopefully Izuku - enjoys this because he doesn't think he could stop this if he tried. Slight exaggeration because of course he will if there's a limit to what his partners are comfortable with, but point made. The idea of showing Denki and Izuku off in public in subtle and not subtle ways has his cock throbbing with need and want, desperate for attention. His gaze refocuses back on Denki's cunt as he teases the slightly bulbed tip of the dildo into their cunt. "You should see their hole, Kitten. So desperate for something in their cunt," he hums.

denki whines and flutters their cunt more at that. being constantly reminded that they’re filming this for Master... he wouldn’t be surprised at all to find later that he’s dripping enough to leave the floor wet. denki whines again, this time pretty clearly begging to be filled up, and for all that Daddy’s down at their cunt, they still drop their mouth open, hoping blindly for something to fill it up.

Hanta sees the puddle on the floor that Denki was creating and it never fails to amaze Hanta just how wet they can get during their scenes. He slowly inserts the dildo, wiggling it inside so that it scraped along their sensitive inner walls. "Look at how easily you take this toy, Baby. You're all ready for a cock, aren't you?" he purrs, setting the vibrations of the dildo up to medium.

denki almost shrieks as the dildo pushes into their cunt, wiggling and pushing and just barely dragging gloriously over their g-spot. they moan, raw and unfiltered, as Daddy turns on the toy, and whine hopefully at his words. there’s a toy in their cunt now, but they would happily replace it with a cock, or they also have two other holes that they’d gladly have filled. denki tries to wiggle a little in hopeful anticipation, and all at once comes up against the physical ropes and mental constraints both. they’re not just not in charge, they’re tied down and being shown off at Daddy’s total discretion. denki makes a soft, punched-out noise, moans again, and starts making subconscious little suckling motions. (he doesn’t expect it to change anything if it’s not what Daddy’s planning on, but hey, can’t hurt, and maybe they’ll at least get a dildo to suck on or something.)

Hanta laughs, low and amused because even over the squelching sounds of their cunt, he can hear the way Denki is desperate for something in their mouth. "Gods, our Baby is never satisfied with having just one hole filled. They've gotta have all their holes filled and with a cock because toys just don't do it for them," he taunts as he slaps their clit lightly while shoving the dildo as far up as he can into Denki's cunt. "Well, I'll be a terrible Daddy if I don't give our Baby what they need," he says with a wink to the camera. "Now, you're gonna keep this dildo inside of your tight little cunt while Daddy fucks your throat. If it drops? Well, I hope you're verbal enough to beg me to let you cum tonight," he says with a dark smirk as he makes sure Denki clenches around the dildo before he moves away.

denki makes a desperate noise and cums with a moan at the combined slap to their clit and thrust of the dildo. it’s a short one, enough so that they have a chance to clamp down still on the dildo before Daddy moves. denki makes a soft noise of understanding and opens his mouth wider, eager to get Daddy’s cock in his mouth. (they wonder vaguely, as the two currently remaining braincells bouncing around his head like the dvd logo collide, if Daddy’s going to rotate him or move the camera to better let Master watch him get face-fucked. the moment passes, the braincells split again, and they’re back to begging silently for Daddy’s cock.)

Hanta admires the way that Denki looks at the moment, the way their back was slightly arched with the weight of their body and how weak and slack they were, so much so that holding their own weight up seemed to be something that slipped their mind and the only thing left in their head was being filled in all their holes. "Such a good boy. Master needs to see how pretty you look all fucked out and begging for cock. Don't'cha think so?" he asks rhetorically as he moves to spin Denki so they were parallel to the camera and allowing it to have the perfect view for when Denki's throat bulges when Hanta fucks it.

denki whines and keens and moans eagerly, and yes yes yes good please. he stares up at Daddy for a moment as he comes into view, dazed and adoring, then drops his gaze to where Daddy’s cock is still tragically covered by his sweatpants. denki opens their mouth wider and tilts their head hopefully towards the cock that’s so clearly straining against its fabric prison. (so many better things for it to strain against instead, denki’s throat first and foremost.)

Hanta chuckles at Denki's eagerness and desperation for something in their mouth. "Eager little cockslut," he hums as he tugs his sweats down enough for his cock to spring out and slap his stomach. He bends down a little so he can cradle the back of Denki's neck while his other hand taps the tip of his hard cock against their lips, smearing the heavy beads of precum across them and a little on their cheeks.

denki makes an eager, delighted noise of agreement, eyes glued to Daddy’s cock as it’s revealed, and shivers a little in anticipation at the slap of cock against stomach. as Daddy taps, then smears, the head of his cock against their lips, their tongue darts out to lick a bead of precum off the tip of Daddy’s cock with a soft, hungry noise.

Hanta groans low and soft as he finally gets some stimulation to his cock. He turns his head to smirk at the camera, loose strands framing his face that had fallen out of his bun. “Pretty Baby’s so eager for my cock. If only you were here so they’d be satisfied with more than one cock, huh?” he purrs. “I bet they want Black Whip filling their holes too.”

denki whines, soft and desperate and hungry, because the only thing better than one cock is two cocks, and than two cocks is two cocks and Master’s blackwhip. (three cocks would be even better, but it’s not like there’s any way that could happen, right?) denki sticks his tongue out hopefully in the direction of Daddy’s cock, and makes hopeful, lewd little gestures with it, trying to caress Daddy’s cock with his tongue as much as possible given the angle.

Hanta chuckles and finally lets the tip of his cock slide into Denki's mouth slowly. "Hungry little cockslut," he praises as his hand continues to cradle the back of their neck while he feeds his cock past their slick and swollen lips with the other hand.

denki makes a soft little punched-out noise when Daddy’s cock finally slips past their lips, because yes, yes they absolutely are a hungry little cockslut. he wraps his lips around the lovely heavy cock in his mouth, suckles eagerly on the head, and drags his tongue over it in teasing little patterns. the musk and the weight and the salty taste of Daddy’s precum all add up to drag a soft, desperate moan out of denki around the wonderful, thick cock in their mouth. they have to clamp down on the dildo in their cunt, not because there’s any risk of them letting go and it slipping out, but so that they don’t clench down too hard in the wrong way and squeeze so hard it gets forced out.

Hanta groans low and relieved as the searing heat of Denki's mouth engulfs his cock, slicking it with their split and easing the way down their throat. "Good boy," he rasps out, thighs flexing and hips twitching as he thrusts shallowly in and out of Denki's mouth. "Gods, you were made to suck cock, Baby," he grunts as he lets his cock slip halfway down their throat and holds it there for a few seconds.

Daddy’s cock slips into denki’s throat and stays there for a moment. denki’s eyes roll back and their toes wiggle gently, delighted both that Daddy’s using them generally and specifically that he’s giving him a cock, and expressing it the only way they can right now. (unnoticed by denki, the dildo starts slipping out, just the tiniest bit, as their focus shifts to Daddy’s cock in their mouth.)

Hanta hums as he pulls back a little, gaze flickering to Denki's cunt and he's quick to lean forward without pushing his cock further into Denki's throat and slap their cunt lightly. "You better increase your efforts to keep that dildo in your cunt, Baby," he reprimands as his fingers push the toy back further in Denki's cunt.

denki yelps around Daddy’s cock at the slap, but it’s decidedly not a bad yelp, and slides directly into a muffled moan. he strokes Daddy’s cock with his tongue a couple times in silent apology, and tries to split their attention between worshipping the cock in their mouth and keeping the toy in their cunt, before he whines softly, makes a quiet, belated noise of apology, and tries to convey ‘please keep fucking my face’ using only his lips and tongue.

Hanta hums and, once he was content with how firmly Denki was keeping the toy in their cunt, he pulls back and adjust his stance so he can begin fucking their throat. He stares pointedly down at his Baby with a firm yet soft look. "You know your hand safewords and you have your bell," he says as his only warning before he begins to thrust deep and slow down their throat, basking in the feeling for a few moments before he picks up the pace and intensity of his thrusts.

denki gives Daddy a blissful smile in return around his cock. they wiggle their toes gently a few times, delighted by Daddy finally fucking their face properly, before settling down to getting face-fucked in proper, slightly-floaty style. (they’re going to be the best boy for Daddy and Master, and the best slut for Daddy to show off.)

Hanta isn't quiet in expressing his pleasure as he fucks Denki's throat, gaze dark and grinning at the camera as he watches the way the camera picks up how Denki's throat bulges from the length and girth of his cock pushing into it. "Look at our good boy, Izuku. Aren't they such a desperate little cockslut? Taking it like the good toy they are and just waiting to be the perfect little cumdump for us," he praises, gaze flickering down to Denki with a grin that wasn't quite feral but it was there. He squeezes Denki's throat lightly to feel how the bulge disappears and reappears whenever Hanta pulls back and pushes in.

denki’s eyes roll back at the praise and the squeeze both, and they clench desperately around the toy in their cunt. he sucks in soft, desperate breaths whenever he gets the chance, but otherwise his entire focus is on the beautiful, thick cock in his mouth.

Hanta isn't quiet in the slightest in expressing his pleasure as he thrusts in and out of Denki's throat, feeling their airway and muscles constrict around his hard and throbbing cock with every movement. "Wish you could feel how good they suck my cock, Zu. Fuck, gonna make me cum faster than a teenage boy," he chuckles breathlessly as he takes a hold of Denki's head firmly, the only forewarning they get before he begins to pump his hips quickly in and out of their throat, fast and rough. The sight of spit pooling around their lips and dripping down the sides of their face and up to their temple was such an arousing and beautiful sight that he can feel the way his balls begin to draw tight with his impending orgasm.

denki’s barely even conscious of the spit tracing its way to their temples as Daddy roughly fucks his face. their eyes are crossed and rolled back, and there’s not a thought in their head, only the instinctive gasps for whatever bits of air they can snatch, the sensation of thing-to-keep-in-cunt, and most of all, Daddy’s heavy, gloriously thick cock pounding his mouth relentlessly, shoving into his throat with every thrust. denki’s caught somewhere between floating and intensely, viscerally present. his audio processing isn’t quite staying 100% functional, and occasionally he’s losing a few words of what Daddy says, but that’s okay, the rumbly rise and fall is still good (is still home).

Hanta will never get over just how much trust his partners have in him when it comes to sex. They both put their entire trust into Hanta's hands and he will never take that advantage even if it's life or death. He gets to be given this privilege to satisfy and pleasure his partners in ways that no one else can and they can safely float and disconnect while Hanta takes care of them in every way that he knows they need and enjoy. "I wonder what our Baby would do if we teased them in public. Maybe take them to a BDSM club, hm?" he says mindlessly. Sure, the thought's crosses his mind before but he never brought it up because from what he knows, they were all quite satisfied with their own arrangement in the privacy of their bedroom. Then again, he hears a lot about Midnight's hero-safe BDSM club and can't help but let his mind wander sometimes about scenarios of him and his partners in the club. Watching, engaging, joining, participating, showing. Just the thought of publicly displaying his partners and showing others how good they can be has his skin burning and his cock throbbing harder as he nears his orgasm.

denki’s eyes fly open at that, and if Daddy weren’t fucking his face so hard the noise that wants to come out would be somewhere between a moan and a wail, because oh holy fuck they want that. as it is, little snatches of noise escape around Daddy’s cock in the spaces where they should be breathing, desperate and hungry and wanting, and between that thought, the wonderful cock in their throat, and the toy in their cunt, denki cums suddenly, arching against the ropes and clamping down so hard on the dildo it starts sliding out of their cunt. they’re hardly aware of that, though, not between their own orgasm and the signs they’re belatedly catching that Daddy’s about to cum down their throat.

Hanta's hips twitch violently when he feels the convulsing muscles of Denki's throat squeeze his cock and milk his orgasm from him. He can't even find the energy to reach forward to push the dildo back into Denki's cunt, but that just means that if it falls then he gets to punish his Baby with a real cock in their cunt and he has no doubt that that's what they're begging for most right now. Hanta throws his head back and lets out a series of curses and moans as he cums deep down Denki's throat, thighs clenching and hips twitching as he thrusts his cock shallowly into Denki's mouth and throat. "You better not let a single drop escape. You wanted my cum down your throat, little cumdump, so you're gonna swallow it all," he growls out.

denki relaxes his throat for Daddy to cum down as his own orgasm stretches out, not even noticing when the dildo slides the rest of the way out. as he comes down, he swallows down any of Daddy’s cum that wants to escape. they want to be Daddy’s good cumdump, want to swallow every drop they’ve been given, and they would whine delightedly if not for the obvious. as it is, they swallow repeatedly around Daddy’s cock, trying to milk every drop of cum they can.

Hanta groans as his cock grows sensitive, slowly pulling out and watching as a string of Denki's spit keeps them connect to the tip of his cock. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he rasps out as he bends down to capture their lips in a searing and wet kiss.

denki pants desperately for air when Daddy pulls out, but pushes weakly into the kiss between pants. they beam dazedly into the kiss and make soft, pleased little noises between gasps for air, then startle a little as the dildo finishes sliding out and drops to the floor.

Hanta hears the thud of the dildo when it hits their wooden floor and he grins darkly down at Denki. "Uh oh," he says low and mocking, finger caressing their cheek lovingly which is a stark contrast to what he plans to do to them in just a few moments. "Baby's cunt was too wet to keep the toy in. Brain only focused on Daddy's cock, huh?" he hums, biting at one of Denki's cheeks lightly.

denki whines softly up at Daddy, soft and... not worried, he trusts Daddy far too much to actually be concerned, but they’re a little... anxious, maybe, about not knowing what’s coming next, what Daddy’s dark smirk is promising. (good things, doubtless, but they never claimed their brain made sense.)

Hanta can read Denki like a book, so he spots the anxiousness almost immediately. He knows that the unknown makes Denki a little nervous and no matter how much trust they may have in Hanta when it comes to scenes and the bedroom, nothing can stop someone's brain from not making sense. "Your little cunt was so eager for a real cock that it couldn't even hold a fake one. Just had to betray you and get you punished so it can get Daddy's cock in it. Isn't that right, Baby?" he purrs, giving them an inkling of what Hanta's about to do to them.

denki relaxes with a soft, anticipatory whine. punishment they can definitely do, especially when it’s punishment followed by finally getting Daddy’s cock in their cunt.

Hanta presses another heated kiss to their lips before standing and walking back to be right between Denki's legs. He reaches up to twist the ropes and adjust them so that the camera had the perfect angle for when Hanta fucks Denki. For now though, he plans to mark up Denki's thighs until every inch was purple and red and stained with Hanta's teeth marks and hickies.

denki whines as Daddy moves between their legs, and whines louder as he adjusts the ropes. he’s definitely left wondering what his punishment is going to be, but it’s not the same spiraling anxiety as was threatening a moment ago, just a gentle, shivery curiosity.

Hanta is slow, meticulous, absolutely in no rush as his hands caress Denki's skin. His fingers squeeze the flesh of their thighs and admiring the muscles there. "Our Baby's so strong. Such a good hero for the world, and a good little toy for us," he praises as he kisses along Denki's ankle and up one leg to their knee before repeating the same thing on their other leg, leaving their thighs untouched for now to let that bit of the unknown brew in Denki for a bit.

denki makes a soft startled noise at the unexpected softness, both the kisses and the words, but reflexively tucks his chin a little (never mind that it doesn’t do much to obscure their face from this angle) and beams shyly at the praise, toes wiggling happily.

Hanta smiles and his fingers pinch at Denki's wiggling toes, tugging on them lightly. "Someone's a little too excited for their punishment," he teases. Though it wasn't a punishment punishment, it definitely still garnered some pain so he considers it punishment enough. He bends his torso over, lips mouthing at their left thigh. He lets his warm breath wash over the skin, blowing air on the sensitive spot to watch their hairs stand up before he lightly nips at their thigh with his teeth. He makes eye contact with Denki as he sticks his tongue out, the silver metal ball in his tongue glittering from the lights and he licks a long strip up Denki's thigh from their knee to the crook where thigh meets groin before his teeth bite and suck a light hickey into that very area.

denki pulls his head up for a moment to watch Daddy and giggles softly at the teasing. he whines at the nip, and keens and drops his head back down when Daddy licks a trail up their leg before biting and sucking at the crease where their leg and groin meet.

Hanta begins to mark up the one thigh he was focusing on, allowing himself to indulge in the feel of their soft and firm skin underneath that was littered with the random spots of scars from hero work. He licks their skin lewdly, finding their sensitive spots and letting his piercing tease that spot relentlessly until he decides he wants  to move to another spot.

denki moans and whines as Daddy teases him and marks up one leg. they clench hopefully and flutter their cunt every time Daddy gets close to it, but he moves away every time without going where denki wants him, and they make a soft, desperate noise, begging for more stimulation.

Hanta knows the sounds Denki was making and he knows how desperate they are for anything to be done to their cunt. "Be patient, Baby," he purrs, letting his fingers slide through their slit once before he switches to the other thigh.

denki keens at the brief graze, before whining in disappointment as Daddy moves on to their other thigh and resumes teasing and marking them up.

Hanta chuckles breathily against their skin, lips and teeth marking the clear skin up with his claims. "What did I say, love?" he chides, fingers pinching their clit briefly.

denki whimpers, one part apology, one part plea for mercy. (not that he expects it, mind, nor will they be particularly distressed if it’s denied.)

Hanta decides to punish Denki a little longer for being a desperate little cockslut. He kisses and bites around their cunt, but never directly where they want it most. His hands are busy as they pinch and squeeze the flesh around their hips and thighs. He pulls back and blows cold air directly onto their cunt, eyes flickering up to their face to watch their reaction with a smirk.

Daddy paints their thighs in shades of bruise, and denki all but wails as he blows on their cunt and pulls back. their head tilts further back, neck arching as he whines, soft and desperate.

Hanta, feeling satisfied with the amount of punishment (and that's putting it quite lightly) that he's given Denki, dives down and begins to devour their cunt like a starved man and giving his Baby what he's been begging for. Groaning low and deep at the taste, the noises he made as he ate their cunt was obscene and lewd. When he pulls back, there's a string of saliva connecting his lips to their folds and he grins up at them with his lips and chin all shiny with their slick. "You taste so good, love. All wet and dripping for Daddy," he says as he makes sure the camera has a good view of him going back to eating them out.

the way the ropes have denki’s head hanging, he’s looking back and away from Daddy, so he has no clue Daddy’s going for their cunt until he actually makes contact, and when Daddy goes from zero to eating his cunt like a feast, denki’s wail borders on a shriek for sheer volume and intensity. if his hands weren’t bound behind his back, denki would be grabbing for whatever he could reach to ground him, even if only the (hypothetical) sheets or his own legs or whatever. as it is, denki’s left clutching desperately at thin air and trying to convey (via minute little wiggles against the ropes, if nothing else) a desperate desire for more, please, why did Daddy stop-!

Hanta is a gentleman, but when he garners these kinds of noises from his partners in the bedroom? Well, he's not exactly responsible for how rough he'll be with them if only to gain more of those beautiful noises that lets him know he's doing everything more than right. "So whiny. Such a desperate little cockslut that wants nothing but their cunt eaten out and a cock fucking you until you know nothing but Daddy's name. Am I right, Baby?" he taunts, two fingers pressing into their wet and tight cunt as his thumb massages their clit leisurely. Hanta was in no absolute rush making Denki cum; he just wants to hear his pretty Baby moan and whine and beg like the good little toy they were for their Daddy and Master.

between the entire premise of being shown off, the way Daddy’s painted their thighs in glorious shades of bruise and pain, and the fingers pushing into his cunt, not to mention the ropes and the degradation, denki’s eyes roll back and they cum with a wail as they clench down on Daddy’s fingers, hair dancing above the floor as they shake through their orgasm. (they knew this would be good, but they hadn’t known it’d have them on quite this much of a hair trigger. then again, Daddy’s right, they are a desperate little cockslut for Daddy and Master.)

Hanta laughs tauntingly low. "That's right. There you go, Baby. Cum for Daddy," he says as he curls his fingers in their cunt and speeds up his thrusting. "Show Master how good you are. How far you can cum for your Master," he says through clenched teeth as he puts his entire focus in making Denki squirt. He could feel the muscles in his arm straining and sweat forming on his temples and neck. He moves out of the way so the camera has a perfect view of Denki's cunt and his fingers assaulting it.

denki shrieks and squirts as Daddy doubles and redoubles his pleasurable assault on their cunt through their orgasm. he’s cumming hard enough his eyes cross and roll back in his head, and his audio processing flat-out drops out for a few seconds, anything Daddy might be saying reduced briefly to nothing but noise.

Hanta grins and is unashamed as he leans down to drink up all of Denki's slick, letting it wet the front of his shirt and his face. He groans low and almost animalistic at the feeling before descending back down on their clit again, tongue and lips merciless as they attack Denki's cunt after he pulls his fingers out to wrap his hands around their thigh to keep them in place while he enjoys his meal; one hand soaked and the other dry is quite he erotic feeling as he grips plump flesh under his fingers.

denki starts making incoherent little ah ah ah noises, almost closer to voiced panting than anything else as Daddy all but tries to consume them cunt-first. they don’t actually land in proper overstimulation all that often - mostly they just cum and cum and cum - but this is landing him very squarely in overstimulation of the best kind, and denki loves it.

Hanta's gaze is set focused on Denki's movements and noises. Since he can't see their face, he has to depend on his ability of knowing his partner well enough to determine when too much is too much and at the moment, Denki sounds pretty content with the overstimulation that he was giving them and as much as he would love to continue eating them out, he has other plans. He pulls back, licking his lips lewdly and there’s no hiding how shiny his face is from Denki's slick. "Wish you were here right now Zuku to eat our toy's sweet little cunt with me. Make it swollen from cumming over and over again," he says with a faux pout on his lips before he grins, sharp canines sticking out as he licks them while he lines himself up to Denki's cunt. He holds the base of his red and swollen cock and slides it through their loose and slippery folds teasingly before tapping the head against his beautiful babyboy's engorged clit.

denki pants as Daddy pulls back, and makes a raw, desperate noise at his words. when he feels Daddy’s cock sliding along their folds and tapping at his clit, denki keens and starts clearly, if wordlessly, begging, begging to be filled and fucked and shown off as a good toy, begging to finally get Daddy’s cock in their cunt.

Hanta doesn’t bother trying to get Denki to use their words because they clearly slipped under enough to be entirely nonverbal. Nonetheless, he still praises them with a sprinkle of degradation for being such a cockslut. “Mm, that’s right. Baby just wants a cock deep inside of them, huh? Wanna be filled up with cum and stuffed full over and over again,” he says, chest heaving with deep and steady breaths as he restrains himself from abandoning all mercy and fucking Denki senseless, but he wants to stretch this out. Give Izuku a good show.

denki whines, raw and desperate. yes, that’s exactly what they want, to be filled up with cock and fucked until they can’t see straight, until they’re dripping cum every time they so much as breathe too hard.

And who is Hanta to deny his good boy such a beautiful and wonderful thing that they both crave? Hanta wastes no time in pushing his cock into Denki's cunt, meeting no resistance. The slide was easy and smooth with how slick and open Denki was. Their cunt is ready to take his cock as it sucks it in greedily, the tight heat engulfing him is heaven and makes his own skin heat up even more. He can feel his back burning with heat, a thin sheen of sweat on his skin as he clumsily rips his shirt off and kicks his sweats off to cool his body down.

denki’s eyes roll back and they cum with a wail as Daddy’s cock pushes in (and in and in) to their cunt, splitting them open and filling them up. (why yes, they are such a cockslut that they can cum just from getting a cock in their cunt, or at least they are when Daddy’s built them up this much.) his cunt convulses around Daddy’s cock as denki cums, making him feel even more stuffed full than before.

Hanta’s own eyes roll back into his head as Denki cums around his cock. He laughs breathlessly in awe as he stares down at Denki, eyes half-lidded as his fingers dig into their plump thighs, leaving half-crescent moons from where some of his nails dig in. “F-Fuck,” he breathes with a smile. “You really are such a greedy little cockslut. Cumming from just Daddy’s cock pushing into your tight little cunt.” He stays pressed inside of Denki for a few moments to let their orgasm finish washing over them and to stave off his own for a bit. Hanta doesn’t want to cum before he even gets to roughly fuck Denki.

denki sags (the tiny bit they’re able) as their orgasm finally subsides. he makes a delighted, fucked-out little affirmative noise at Daddy’s mixed pain, praise, and degradation, before they whine, soft and hopeful and wanting Daddy to fuck them, wanting him to move.

Hanta's hands rubs all over Denki's body and it’s moments like this that he wishes he had Denki's quirk to make them feel the literal tingling sensation that adds to the pleasure that almost mimics the lust that zaps through Hanta every time he pushes his cock into Denki. "Little cumdump so desperate to be filled that you don't even care that it might come with a bit of pain if I start fucking you after two consecutive orgasms, huh?" he teases because he knows that Denki loves the pain of overstimulation so Hanta doesn't even give his Baby time to answer before he's grabbing onto the ropes wrapped around Denki's thighs for leverage and beginning to pound in and out of them. The lewd squelching noises are so dirty and gross yet it brings Hanta such joy and desire to hear it because he made them get that wet. So much so that there's a puddle on the floor and he’s drenched in their slick.

denki keens as Daddy finally, finally starts fucking their cunt properly. there’s an extra edge of desperation for how he barely gives them time to stop cumming, never mind come down at all, so they’re still riding the raw, overstimulated edge of their orgasm as Daddy mercilessly pounds their cunt. they manage to vocalize something that has the same cadence as, “yes Daddy please Daddy,” even if it’s not formed as proper words and is broken up by little whines and moans as Daddy fucks them. they’re far enough out of their head that their quirk is just a little closer to the surface  than normal, not enough to cause any serious problems but just enough to add an extra layer of sensation for Daddy (particularly in their cunt, where the mucus membranes conduct their quirk just that little bit more freely).

Hanta's hips lose their rhythm as he feels the shocks that travel through his cock and his body. "F-Fuck!" he shouts, Denki's loose control on their quirk stimulating his cock enough to make him cum almost instantly into their cunt. He bends over, back arched as he presses his hips flush against Denki and feels the way his cock throbs violently and spilling ropes of cum into their cunt. "You little menace," he mutters breathlessly as he tries to catch his breath and regain his senses from the surprise orgasm that whited out everything.

denki cums yet again with a startled wail as Daddy cums in him, and feels his orgasm stretch out with a desperate, elongated whine as he feels Daddy’s cum pumping into him and filling him up. he makes a soft confused noise when his orgasm finally subsides, though - why is Daddy calling them a menace? did they do something wrong?

Hanta sees that Denki was confused and immediately softens his tone as he leans forward. His arm slides forward to lift their head so they can see the satisfied and gentle gaze he was giving them and know he wasn’t upset and they didn’t hurt him. “Y’know your quirk makes me cum quite quick, Baby,” he hums, cock twitching as he feels the slight aftershocks still hitting him. “Especially when it’s on my cock in your cunt like this.”

denki relaxes and beams at him. there’s an edge of... not mischief exactly, they’re too deep for that, but delighted-satisfied-pleased that they could make Daddy feel extra good, and he giggles softly, though it quickly turns into a quiet moan as it leaves him inadvertently clenching down gently.

Hanta grunts when he feels Denki clench down on his still slightly twitching cock. “Careful, Baby. Don’t make Daddy pass out from another orgasm before I even get to fuck you properly,” he teases. He knows that won’t happen, but he’s an exaggerated diva so sue him. Denki’s cunt calls for some exaggeration.

denki pulls together enough brain cells to plaster on an innocent “please fuck me Daddy” face and bat their eyes hopefully, even if there’s more than a hint of not-quite-mischief under it.

Hanta chuckles, shaking his head which causes some of the sweaty strands of hair to stick to his cheek and neck. “Menace, I say,” he says before he presses a kiss to their collarbone and straightens back up. He grabs ahold of some of the ropes around their waist and uses it as leverage as he begins to piston his hips in and out again, his cock having not deflated despite already cumming; the heat and constant pulsing of Denki’s cunt made that feat quite impossible for Hanta.

denki giggles softly and grins delightedly at Daddy, then moans loudly as he starts fucking them again, hard and fast. gods they adore this - having anything in them at all, much less Daddy’s or Master’s cocks, and especially like this where Daddy can just... move them, however and wherever he wants. (more than that, though, they love making their partners feel good, and being good for them.)

Hanta isn't quiet in expressing his pleasure. His head is thrown back, eyes closed as he just focuses on the feel of Denki's cunt sucking and squeezing his cock with every thrust. The way it makes room and molds to Hanta's cock settles a feeling of lust and pride in his stomach that he can't explain. "Fuck. Your cunt's just sucking me in, Baby," he groans as he tilts his head back down to watch Denki through hazy half-lidded eyes.

denki keens and squirms a little against the ropes, starting to tremble just a little as they ramp up to another orgasm. they’ve completely forgotten about the camera at this point, completely forgotten that Daddy’s showing him off for Master, and just exist totally in the moment.

Hanta presses Denki's thighs apart a little more so the camera can have the perfect view of where Hanta and Denki were connected. His eyes glance to the camera and grins when it picks up just how stretched out Denki's cunt was around his cock. "Yeah, see that, Zu? See how our Baby's cunt is greedily milking me right now? Bet they want your cock too. Filling them up with cum and making their lil tummy pooch out with how much we fill them for hours," he groans as his eyes can't leave the sight of how Denki's folds slide against Hanta's cock, the shine from their slick so lewd and dirty yet it sends wave after wave of lust through Hanta when he catches sight of it.

denki makes a startled, desperate noise at the reminder, and hofuck right Daddy’s filming this for Master, showing him off, showing off what a good cockslut he is. he whines, long and loud and drawn out, and clenches involuntarily around Daddy’s cock.

Hanta’s hips lose their rhythm momentarily at the squeeze before he regains it with a stuttered breath. “Really testing my stamina, Baby,” he chuckles breathlessly as he adjusts his grip on the ropes and uses it to practically swing Denki back and forth on his cock; using them as a toy.

denki‘s already shaking on the edge of another orgasm, and the shift to Daddy moving, and using, them as if he was just a cocksleeve is enough to have denki shaking apart, cumming again around Daddy’s cock with a loud moan.

Hanta just smirks and keeps his thrusts up. Luckily, his restraint is pretty good even when he's tempted by Denki's cunt and the noises and expressions they're making. Though, that restraint is tested when he remembers that they're making a video for Izuku and he groans as his cock gives a throb in response to the reminder. He could feel the way his balls drew tight with the need to cum. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up again, Baby." he groans.

denki makes a raw, desperate noise as his cunt clenches through the last spasms of (that) orgasm, pleading wordlessly for Daddy to cum in him again, begging to be filled up with more of Daddy’s cum.

Hanta feels his cock throb as Denki's cunt clenches around him again which triggers his second orgasm. His hips press firmly against Denki's ass as he pumps his cum deep into their cunt, watching as it spills out around his cock and adds to the puddle forming on the floor. "Fuck," he breathes as he pistons his hips back and forth slowly to let Denki's cunt milk him into overstimulation.

denki wails and falls into another orgasm hard on the heels of the previous one, cunt clenching spasmodically around Daddy’s cock as he cums inside them again. he’s slipping back into overstimulation at this point, and starts gently leaking tears back and up into his hairline as he pants for breath.

Hanta slows his movements before leaning over Denki. He groans as the action causes his sensitive cock to shift inside of Denki and spurt more cum. Reaching forward, Hanta lifts Denki's head up so he can look at his Baby. "All filled up, Baby. What's your color?" he checks in as he wipes their tears away with kisses before planting one on their lips as his free hand idly moves along the ropes and feeling to see if any were digging too much into their skin.

denki doesn’t answer directly, doesn’t know how he’d answer even if he had a way to express anything beyond ‘yes good keep going full speed ahead’ and ’oh fuck stop now’. he pushes into Daddy’s kisses with a soft sigh. they’re probably ready to start winding down, now that they’re deliciously full and blissfully satisfied, but they don’t want the sort of hard, fast end that dropping the safeword-ball would bring.

Hanta is slow and loving with the kiss. No tongue, just lips pressing against each other as they both slowly wind down. He pulls back to wipe at Denki's remaining tears, eyes flickering across their face to see if he can gauge what it is they need. "Are you green, love? Ready to wind down with one more slow fuck?" he asks softly, he takes his hand away from Denki's face to wrap around their waist and lift them up a little, letting them feel some relief from the strain of ropes against them for a few moments. "One more for me, yeah? Try to cum one more time for me. Can you do that, Baby?" he asks, giving plenty of room for them to drop their bell to indicate to Hanta that no, they can't do another and it's time for aftercare and clean up. And, of course, he won't be upset at all if he hears that bell drop on the hardwood floor.

denki... wants to in theory, wants to be good for Daddy, but even beyond how his partners have (metaphorically and literally) pounded into him that part of being a good boy is not pushing himself past his own limits, in practice, they’re at the point of overstimulated from so many orgasms where their cunt is tingling and buzzing even without active stimulation, and even a slow, gentle fuck sounds like it might be too much. they let their eyes slip shut and are about to let the ball slip out of their fingers when an unexpected aftershock orgasm hits, rolling through him slow and lazy. denki’s cunt flutters gently around Daddy’s cock as they sigh softly. (Daddy did say just one more orgasm, and, well, that definitely was one, even if not the one anyone expected.)

Hanta is patient and soothing as he caresses and worships Denki's body while waiting for their answer. When he feels their cunt spasm and convulse without almost no movement from Hanta, he takes that as their answer and also the last orgasm he had been asking for. "Good boy. Such a good boy for me," he praises as he presses a kiss to their cheek lovingly. "I'm gonna slowly pull out now, okay?" he asks before he moves.

denki smiles dazedly and hums a soft affirmative as he pushes lightly into the kiss. pulling out slowly is good, but being told they did good for Daddy is even better, and they sigh, soft and pleased.

Hanta returns their smiles and gives their lips a quick peck before he grips Denki's waist firmly so any twitching they do won't be too harsh and cause them any unneeded stimulation as he slowly pulls his softened cock out. He watches as there are strings of his cum and Denki's slick keeping them connected momentarily until they break, cum leaking from their cunt and onto the floor. "You're so full, Baby. Took all my cum like you should," he hums satisfied as he turns to grab some supplies he had set up on the bed for easy access. He grabs the baby wipes to give them a quick once over to hold them out until he can get the tub started for their cleanup. He bends down to place a gentle, oh-so-gentle kiss to their cunt and licks the mixture of their cum off his lips as he pulls away.

denki hums softly as Daddy pulls out. he makes a soft, blissed-out, fucked-out noise at Daddy’s words and smiles to match it, then shivers and sighs softly as Daddy gently kisses their cunt. the ball finally, belatedly slips out of his hand and hits the ground with a soft jingle. it’s not that they need Daddy to immediately yank out the bondage scissors and cut them loose rather than untying then or anything, they’re just at that post-orgasmic state where bones are a suggestion at best. (they hope that comes through, if nothing else from the way their “post-fuck-no-bones” smile doesn’t falter in the slightest.)

Hanta startles a little when he hears the bell drop, but he realizes that it was just because Denki was too bone-tired to hold it any longer. Besides, the scene's over and with a glance to Denki's face, he knows it's not an actual call of 'Red' so he continues to slowly and gently clean them up best he can. Wiping their thighs, around their cunt, their face and neck. Once he was satisfied with the semi wipe down, he cleans himself as well before beginning to untie Denki. Soft praises were a constant stream from his lips as he caresses each inch of skin that's unwrapped. "Such a good boy. I'm so proud of you. I'm sure Master is as well," he says, voice soft as he slowly coaxes Denki back to him with each touch and kiss he lays on their skin.

denki’s blissed-out smile turns shy at the praise and reassurance, and they make a soft ‘yeah?’ noise. they don’t have any reason to doubt it, they’re just seeking the extra affirmation.

Hanta hums and releases Denki from the ropes that were holding them up. His arms wrap around them bridal style to set them down on the bed so he can take off their collar, then begin to unknot the actual ropes that were constraining Denki. "Yeah. The absolute best like you always are. Daddy's so proud of you. Such an honor to take care of you and have you as my sub and partner," he says as he kisses up their ankles and shins as his hands deftly undo the ropes.

denki beams shyly and tucks his face into Daddy’s neck while he’s in position to, then sighs softly as he’s set down on the bed. he makes occasional soft little contented noises as Daddy starts untying them. (as lovely as the ropes always are, it’s always a relief to be released.)

Hanta's fingers run over the indents of the ropes, making sure they weren't causing Denki too much pain. Once their left leg was free, they slowly extend it and massage it to ease the blood flow back into the limb before moving onto the other leg. He spends several minutes on each leg to ensure that his Baby's legs were taken care of properly.

denki sighs in quiet relief as Daddy frees and massages each leg. they whimper softly as each leg gets loosened up, but Daddy’s good at this, and the discomfort passes pretty quickly.

Hanta moves onto their arms, quickly repeating the same process that he did with their legs to ease the blood flow back and get rid of any cramps or aches. "Are you back with me, love?" he checks in as he takes the chance to bend down and kiss their lips from where he sits above their head.

denki smiles tiredly into the kiss and hums softly at Hanta’s question. they have to consider that for a moment, but eventually they tilt their head to the side in a lazy little nod. they’re not verbal yet, but yeah, they’re back.

Hanta smiles and gives them one more peck before gently raising them up so they were leaning against his chest. His hands work at their shoulders before pulling the ropes off of their torso and tossing them to the ground to wrap up, disinfect, and put away later. "Good, good," he hums as his hands massage their chest and stomach and sides where the ropes had dug in and left their marks on Denki's beautiful skin. If anything, he thinks that the marks made Denki look even more beautiful, and he voices that. "You're absolutely stunning and beautiful," he murmurs, making sure that Denki's arms were out of the way so the camera can pick up all the marks on their skin and how gorgeous they were in contrast.

Denki ducks his head and beams. He’s still at the minimal bones stage, but he does his best to push into Hanta’s touch, even if it’s more on the level of “nudging vaguely” than actually pushing.

Hanta smiles and peppers kisses along their shoulder as he slips his fingers into their hair and gently massages their scalp and neck, knowing that with the way they had been hanging that there will be some aches in the muscles. "You wanna come with me to go fill the tub or stay here and lay for a bit?" he asks, holding out each hand as he presents Denki their options so they can grab the hand with the option that they want; right for staying, and left for going with Hanta.

Denki makes a soft pleased noise at the kisses and the massage both. He hums softly for a moment, then reaches for Hanta’s right hand and tugs lazily. Bath can wait, he wants at least a couple minutes of cuddles first.

Hanta lets Denki tug his hand and he gets the hint. He scoops Denki up in his arms carefully before scooting back to lean against the headboard and pulls them close to his chest, sideways in his lap with their legs on one side. "Cuddles for a bit, alright," he hums as he presses a kiss to their temple.

Denki hums happily as Hanta scoops them up and settles in for cuddles. He makes a pleased little noise at the kiss to his temple and tucks his face into Hanta’s neck. “… did good?” they murmur, and huh, words.

Hanta cups their face to turn it up towards him so he can pepper soft and loving kisses all over every inch of skin he can. "The bestest. Listened so well, took my cock and cum so well. I know Izuku's proud too and I don't doubt they'll come home later and show you," he purrs, pressing a kiss to their lips after he's done talking.

Denki shivers delightedly, and beams into the kiss. “Hee,” they murmur against Hanta’s lips, “oh yay.” They pause a moment, blinking rapidly, then dissolve into a soft fit of tired giggles. “Dear brain, shoosh. Winding down now, not ramping back up.”

Hanta laughs softly, peppering soft and tickling kisses along Denki's neck tenderly. "Yeah, I think you're done for the day, honey. Or week," he snickers, fingers tracing along the lines indented into their thighs.

Denki giggles (and squeaks at the ticklish kisses). “Yeah, my brain was supplying ‘cockwarming Zu while they watch the video’, which- another time, yes please, that sounds excellent, but now?” They reach down and pat vaguely at their crotch. “Now, hush. Too tired and well-fucked.”

Hanta laughs again, shaking his head as his chest shakes and vibrates with the sounds before he reaches down to also pat their crotch. "Sorry, sweet thing," he coos to Denki's crotch. Yes, you read that correctly. "You're just too good for me to not destroy," he says before winking at the camera to signify that that's when he can cut the video off once he gets them both cleaned up and he can grab his phone while they lay in bed together after.

Denki presses his ear to Hanta’s chest and makes a soft contented noise at the rumbling laughter, before snickering at Hanta’s words. “I am indeed well and truly destroyed,” they giggle tiredly, “or at least for the next, oh, ten minutes.” He pauses, and rubs his cheek on Hanta’s chest. “Love you, Han,” they say softly.

Hanta's chuckles die down as he pats Denki's crotch again lightly. "Nah, I'll give you a break for the night. At least until Zu comes back home," he smirks. Pressing a kiss to the crown of their head, he hugs them close to his chest. "Love you, Firefly."

Denki laughs and tilts his head up to smile at his husband. “I demand more smooches, and then I should prolly go pee and you can start the tub?”

Hanta hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully with a smirk. “I guess that’s a good idea,” he says with an air of exaggeration before bending down to give Denki many smooches before landing one last one on their lips, tender and slow.

”You guess, huh?” Denki giggles as Hanta peppers them with kisses before sighing softly into the last, sweeter, kiss. “Hmm, love you Han,” he breathes into the kiss.

“Love you, Denks,” he replies before patting Denki’s tummy lightly. “I’m gonna go start the tub. Do you wanna stay here or come with?” he asks, rubbing his hand up down their stomach.

Denki hums contentedly at the petting. “Mmm… come with? I mean, okay, really I wanna just lie here and have no bones a while longer, but no UTIs please and all.”

Hanta chuckles and nods. He slides out from behind Denki to stand up and stretch, before bending down and picking his partner up bridal style and making his way to the bathroom where he sets Denki down on the open toilet.

Denki rests his head on Hanta’s shoulder and kisses his neck, then sighs softly as he’s set on the toilet. They slump a little against the counter, watching Hanta and going a little vague as they use the toilet.

Hanta drops a kiss on Denki’s head as he passes by a few times to run the tub and grab soaps, towels, and robes. He sits on the edge of the tub, dipping his hand in periodically to check the temperature is good as it begins to fill up quickly. Once it’s filled up, Hanta places the towels in a warmer so they’ll be heaven for when they’re done and walks over to Denki. “All set, Firefly?” he asks with a small smile, hand cupping their cheek lovingly.

Denki makes a contented little noise every time Hanta kisses them, and nuzzles lazily into his hand. “Yee, ‘m good. I mean, as long as you’re still not expecting bones yet.” He gives Hanta a lazily cheeky little smile at that.

Hanta rolls his eyes. "If you've still got bones then I didn't do my job correctly and we'd have to try again," he purrs with a wink as he bends down to pick Denki up. He turns and heads to the tub, stepping in first before lowering a little to let Denki's toes touch the water to test it out.

Denki’s come down enough that he barely even shivers at that. (… much.) He rests his head on Hanta’s shoulder, and makes a contented noise at the water. “Oooh, that’s nice,” they all but purr.

Hanta smiles and slowly sits down once Denki's given him the go ahead that the water was alright. "Yeah? Gotta soothe those muscles of yours before you become a whiny and clingy brat. Or maybe that's what I wanted," he teases as he settles Denki down between his legs with their back pressed to his chest.

Denki melts into the water and Hanta’s hold, and lets out a damn near pornographic moan as the heat soothes the lingering aches from the session. (They’re delightful, well-earned aches, but this is even better.) “Hmmyessir,” they mumble, contentedly if more than a little nonsensically, resting their head against Hanta’s shoulder.

Hanta laughs, glad that he has very good restraint on himself or else his cock might have found that moan of Denki's a little too intriguing to go unnoticed. Though, even if he did he won't do anything considering Denki's all done for the night and he's big enough to not act like a horny teenage boy. He grabs the big cup and fills it with water before slowly pouring it over Denki's shoulders and chest where the water hadn't gotten them wet yet. He lets the cup float next to him as he wets his hand to get his Firefly's hair damp so he can begin to wash it.

Denki gives Hanta a lazy, fucked-out little smile, eyes sliding shut to avoid getting any water in them. (His husband will be careful, he knows, but still.) Denki sighs contentedly and just relaxes, letting Hanta take care of him. “Love you, Han,” they murmur.

"Love you, Firefly," he responds as he slathers some shampoo into his hands and begins to massage it into Denki's hair, making sure he gets every inch because the most uncomfortable thing is going to bed with a stinky and sweaty bed of hair.

Denki’s content to just sort of exist quietly as Hanta takes care of him. They’re extra grateful to him for doing this, because if it was up to Denki to take care of themself right now, they would have just faceplanted into bed after using the toilet. This is much nicer on so many levels.

Hanta is very big on aftercare no matter how intense or vanilla the scene is. He will absolutely walk away from a dom if they say they don't give aftercare after a vanilla scene. Of course, it's every sub's and dom's preference, but aftercare is nonnegotiable with Hanta no matter what. Besides, taking care of Denki and Izuku after a scene is his own aftercare as much as it is theirs. "Do you want some food after this? Put on a show or movie?" he asks as he carefully washes the soap out of Denki's hair once he's sure they have their eyes closed.

Denki hums consideringly (and contentedly). “Mmm… noms, cuddles, and How It Works?” It’s an old, pre-quirk British show, but it’s not like they’re not both fluent in English, and it’s that perfect mix of engaging without requiring much in the way of brains, plus there’s usually lots of lovely industrial processes to watch that hit the good visual stim buttons in Denki’s brain.

Hanta presses a kiss to the top of Denki's clean and wet hair. "That sounds perfect, love," he says. "What are you up for? You want homemade or takeout?" Hanta appreciates the fact that he and his partners have a lot in common which makes downtime and aftercare quite easy for them all. He won't lie because that pre-quirk era show is also very intriguing and scratches his brain wonderfully.

Denki pushes happily back into the kiss as they make thoughtful noises, then gasp softly. "Fancy grilled cheese place?"

Hanta chuckles and nods. "Sure, love," he says as he makes a mental note to call them after they're done washing up so the food can get here as soon as possible. He puts some soap onto a soft hand cloth and begins to scrub Denki clean, careful over the areas he knows that will be sore and raw from Hanta's hands and teeth.

Denki winces a couple times, but it’s a decidedly satisfied sort of wince, reflective of aches well-earned. “Mmm, you got me real good,” they mumble, content and appreciative, after one such wince. “Best husband.”

Hanta hums proudly. "Yeah, I did. Gotta remind you who you belong to every time you move," he smirks as he places a kiss over a hickey on their shoulder.

Denki melts back into Hanta with something like a contented groan. “M’yours, yours and Zu’s,” they practically purr, warm and content.

Hanta's heart swells at Denki's words and he can't help the way he immediately tilts their head up, suds getting on the blond's chin and cheek just so Hanta can steal a long and tender kiss from them.

Denki beams into the kiss, and would wiggle contentedly if they weren’t feeling quite so wiped; as it is, they just cuddle back into Hanta a little more.

Hanta pulls back from the kiss and finishes cleaning Denki up, ensuring that once he gets to their cunt he‘s much more careful and thorough in cleaning them there. He moves onto himself next, washing his hair that desperately needs a trim to get rid of the dead ends. He shifts Denki a little so that they’re sitting sideways with their back against one of Hanta's knees to give him access to clean his own body. Once he’s done, he drains the tub and carefully gets up and out first.

Opening the towel warmer, he grabs his towel first and wraps it around his waist temporarily before grabbing Denki's towel and throwing it over his shoulder. He holds his hands out for Denki, bending down so they can use his shoulders to pull themself up. "Alright, up you go, darling."

Denki just relaxes into his husband and lets Hanta take care of him and clean them up. Once they’re both clean and the tub is drained, they make a vague, jokingly grumbling noise along the lines of, “Making me move, so unreasonable,” before smiling softly up at Hanta and grabbing onto him to pull themself up and out of the tub.

Hanta rolls his eyes and pats Denki's butt teasingly as he pats his spouse down dry. "I know, how terrible of me," he laughs as he wraps Denki in their robe to keep them warm before drying himself off and doing the same.

Denki giggles and leans into Hanta. “So glad you understand! And mmm, lovely warm robe.”

Hanta chuckles and shakes his head, pressing a kiss to their forehead as he leads them back to the bedroom to get into some clothes and get comfy before ordering food.

Denki latches onto Hanta from behind and walks along with and behind him, occasionally making soft little muffled train noises into his back. (What can they say, they’re feeling more than a little silly right now.)

Hanta’s chest tightens at the absolute adorableness of his spouse, heart doing that weird tingly fluttering thing like he was a teenage boy all over again. “You’re absolutely adorable, Denks,” he says fondly as he heads to their dresser to pull out some clothes for the both of them; two pairs of boxers and one of his t-shirts for Denki to wear while he stays shirtless for the time being. He’ll put on sweats when the food arrives because he still has some dignity left to not greet the delivery person in just his underwear.

Denki giggles and kisses Hanta’s back. “Hee, oh yay, and double yay for husband shirt.” They’re back solidly out of subspace, but having the extra little signals and symbols of belonging (and especially belonging to, even and especially as it’s a mutual belonging to by choice) is apparently a little more of a thing than usual right now.

Hanta helps Denki into the clothes first and kisses their face when their head pokes out of the neck hole before he dresses himself. “Alright. Get cozy on the bed, pull up your show, and I’ll go order the food and cut up some fruits, yeah?” he says, arms wrapping around Denki’s waist as he stares down lovingly at his spouse, swaying them side to side a little.

Denki beams up at Hanta and nods, swaying happily along with him. “Yee, I can do that.”

Hanta beams back down at Denki, exaggerating it with teeth and squinty eyes and all before he leans down to peck their lips and pat their butt. “Alright. I’ll be back in a bit,” he says as he picks Denki up and sets them down on the bed because he can and he will. He leaves the room with his phone, number already saved and pulled up as he puts it to his ear once he presses call.

Denki makes a soft pleased noise at the kiss and pat, and a louder one at being picked up and moved around. “Hee, ‘kay.” He grabs a tablet from the nightstand and settles down, tugging pillows into place to make a comfortable little nest (with space for Hanta when he gets back), then starts pulling up How It Works on the tablet, which can then get thrown up on the larger screen once Hanta returns.

Hanta returns with a few water bottles, food ordered, and a bowl of freshly cut fruits he bought the other day for them to munch on while they wait for their food. “Should be here in about twenty minutes, love,” he declares as he climbs onto the bed, hands full so he knee-walks to the spot Denki left for him, careful to not mess their nest up.

Denki throws the show up on the bigger screen as Hanta comes back in. He takes the fruit and water bottles to let Hanta settle down, then cuddles into his side as soon as he’s situated. “Thank you, love. Mmm, shall we?”

“You’re welcome, Firefly. And yes, we shall,” he says and drops a kiss on Denki’s head before getting comfy to watch the show with his love. He’s getting quite into it when the doorbell rings about twenty minutes later and he groans. “Right at the good part too,” he grumbles as he gets up (not without a kiss) and goes to get the food. He arrives back after, shudders, human interaction with their grilled cheeses that smell divine and are making his mouth water.

Denki pauses the show when the doorbell rings and laughs softly into the kiss. “You say that like there’s anything that’s not the good part,” he teases, and settles in to wait for Hanta to return. When he does, it’s with delicious delicious food, and Denki sits up, making grabby hands at the sandwiches.

Hanta puffs his cheeks out when he comes back, neglecting to answer Denki before he left because he wants to be back as quickly as he can. "I was comfyyy," he whines as he grabs the eating tray that he keeps in their bedroom so that they don't make a mess on the bed and sets it in front of Denki before setting the bag down on the tray.

Denki giggles and pats Hanta’s spot in invitation. “Then come back here and get comfy again, now with added delicious noms!” They then, because they’re only human, grab the tray and start digging out their sandwich without waiting for Hanta. (Look, this place’s sandwiches are magic, okay?)

Hanta laughs fondly at Denki's impatience, but it was cute how eager they were for their food and, okay, he'll admit — the place has divine sandwiches. He settles back down, curling an arm around Denki and content to just watch them and eat his sandwich with one hand. Big hands have a lot of advantages, after all.

Denki’s hands are occupied with their sandwich (one for the sandwich, one for making sure nothing falls and gets lost, because that would be a tragedy), so they cuddle into Hanta and resume the show with their foot. Cuddles, good stim, and fantastic food: life is good.

Hanta can’t imagine a life where he doesn’t have his partners by his side anymore. This was just…it was bliss and so rewarding. After everything they’ve gone through individually, to be able to share these moments with his partners, his spouses, it really is worth it at the end of the day to be someone they trust with everything and to be that same person for them. Maybe love wasn’t so bad now that he’s happily married to two people that hold his entire heart and soul in their hands.

Denki finishes his sandwich and cuddles closer into Hanta, pillowing their head on their husband’s chest. They don’t mean to fall asleep, but between good food, comfy, cuddles, and the frankly exhausting (if also exhilarating) session earlier… well. They’re not long for the waking world, even with the show playing. “Love you Han,” they murmur, soft and sleepy, as they slowly drift off.

Hanta smiles down at his spouse, soft and warm as he plants a kiss on top of Denki’s head. “Love you, Firefly,” he murmurs as he carefully uses his tape to maneuver the tray down onto the ground before he shuts the TV off. He settles them both down so they’re laying more comfortably and turns the lights down on his phone — quite handy for moments where laziness is a must and not a want. He only gets a few moments to admire Denki before he joins his blond in the land of slumber.