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“Hell no,” Hitoshi deadpanned.
He didn’t need to be talked into another game night with the Bakusquad. They were loud as fuck and if he had to sit through another round of their gossip sessions he was going to have a migraine.
Hanta smiled innocently at him. He caved—and he would every time Hanta looked at him like that. It was so fucking unfair. He was as much a simp as Blasty was.
Hanta grinned, knowing Hitoshi would stay.
“Hell yeah.”
Hitoshi just wanted to be alone.
Spending the weekend at the dorms was never a good idea and he knew it. Even if it was movie night and his significant other was there and Hitoshi liked messing with them. Which was surprisingly easy to do.
Sero Hanta blushing was Hitoshi’s new favorite thing.
Maybe it would be worth the loud arguments about what movie they were going to watch. Hitoshi felt like he was too old to be dragged into his classmates' bullshit though. Even with his dad chaperoning—because who the fuck else would be able to take care of his kids—they were loud and as chaotic as ever.
“I feel bad for Eri’s future partners.”
Hitoshi was on the couch in the common room, claiming the spot and not missing out on the view of the TV for anything. He learned his lesson from the last time. But at the name of his sister, he looked up, confused by the comment.
“What do you mean?” Kirishima asked.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Hitoshi couldn’t help but ask at the same time as Kirishima.
Hitoshi looked over to the Bakusquad or most of them. Denki was sitting on the floor talking to Kirishima who was saving his and Blasty’s seats on the couch. Mina joined them a few seconds later on the floor, a mass of pillows in her arms.
Denki looked over but wasn’t fazed by Hitoshi’s words then again he was friends with Blasty and really the blond used ‘fuck’ as a comma at this point.
Instead, Denki just kinda gestured to Aizawa far in the corner and already bundled into his sleeping bag. Hitoshi kept the comment that the man had snuck a bag of popcorn in there with him and his earbuds. He was only to be bothered if someone was dying or dead.
“Imagine having Mr. Aizawa as a father-in-law,” Denki continued.
Hitoshi paused.
Was that what he was going on about?
The man who had pink pajamas unironically, the man who watched youtube videos to learn how to braid his husband’s and his daughter’s hair, the man who sings ‘Happy Birthday’ to his cats.
That man?
Hitoshi chuckled, hiding it before they noticed. However, that was the moment Hanta decided to walk in, hearing the end of Denki’s conversation. They paused looking at Hitoshi in fear.
They were still a bit worried about meeting Hitoshi’s parents. The shovel talk being unnecessary at this point. And Hitoshi knew he was a terrible person for finding it fucking hilarious.
Hanta looked nervously over at Aizawa who was still very much in sleeping bag mode and not moving any time soon. But from the look on their face, Hanta seemed to be thinking they would end the night having to visit Recovery Girl.
“Oh my god, you’re right!” Mina chimed in. “I never even thought about that. Poor girl.”
Hitoshi rolled his eyes.
Blasty walked back in, Hanta helping him pass out the snacks. Popcorn seasoned with extra butter, sour cream and onions, and whatever the fuck was on Denki’s. It looked way too much like M&M’s.
“Eri could take care of herself,” Bakugou grumbled. “So I don’t think the Sleeping bag Mummy would have to step in.”
Bakugou and Eri teamed up too much. Having the blond babysit has given Hitoshi extra free time, sure, but also having to see her befriend the loud blond was not a good idea. She was already a gremlin.
“I don’t know, seems like the type to know how to hide a body if he needs to,” Hitoshi said, looking at Hanta the whole time. Like the little shit he was.
Hitoshi didn’t comment that, yes, his dad could do that. However, that would require added effort and it most likely wasn’t worth it. Eri could take care of herself, so really Bakugou was right.
He just liked to get Hanta worked up.
Ya know, like the good boyfriend he was.
“What about you Sero?” Mina asked.
Hanta was on the opposite end of the couch. The room filled up but people were talking within their groups. Trying to vote and agree on what movie they were even watching.
“Uh—what do you mean?” Hanta asked nervously. Then they realized what Mina said before shaking their head. “I don’t know. I think Mr. Aizawa would be—uh—reasonable.”
Denki ignored them. Either not reading the room or not caring about Hanta’s nervousness.
“He would give the shovel talk with his quirk!” Denki cackled.
Hitoshi nodded.
He knew when his classmates found out about his dads’ and him, it was going to be hilarious.
He knew they would find out soon enough probably by graduation at least but for now, Hitoshi kept most of it to himself and failed to inform them Aizawa was actually the voice of reason in that relationship and that it was Hizashi who would give the shovel talk with his quirk.
Hitoshi rested his feet on the coffee table watching the people find their seats, get whatever food they wanted, and settle in. The couches were pushed together and pillows and blankets littered the floor for extra seating or for those who preferred to sit on the ground.
At this point, the TV was on and movie suggestions were written down and given to Iida who would then pick at random. Hitoshi turned back to his phone ignoring the people around him while they waited
So far, in the last half-hour at least Kirishima and Bakugou were caught making out twice. And really Hitoshi missed the days when they didn’t realize their feelings for one another. He didn’t even want to think about what would happen when the lights dimmed.
The blanket thrown over them only made it all the more concerning.
“Oh, I forgot my popcorn,” Uraraka said, sitting next to Hitoshi before she got up.
Hitoshi looked over to where his dad was sleeping. He was still in the corner by the door, the back of his sleeping bag visible. Hitoshi then looked over to Hanta who seemed to follow his gaze.
Hitoshi smirked.
Grabbing his phone and unlocking it before pulling up the familiar contact. Was it the best idea, texting his secret significant other while someone could just lean over his shoulder or Hanta’s and see who they were texting? No, but Hitoshi didn’t care.
Toshi 😻:
[ he isn’t going to smite you. he would have done it already. ]
21:06
Elbows 🥵:
[ comforting ]
21:06
Toshi 😻:
[ just sit beside me ]
[ raka won't care ]
21:07
Elbows 🥵:
[ we should have 🍃 before this ]
21:07
Toshi 😻:
[ if you wait we can sneak off later ]
21:09
Elbows 🥵:
[ with dadzawa right there, he will KILL me ]
21:09
Toshi 😻:
[ okay ]
21:10
Hitoshi put his phone down and reached for his iced coffee. Hanta watched him as he took a sip. Sucking on the straw for a moment too long before he took an actual drink. Hanta locked eyes with him before they turned away. Hitoshi put the drink back on the table in front of him.
Toshi 😻:
[ i would blow you but too busy ]
21:13
Elbows 🥵:
[ thought we weren’t like blasty and kiri? ]
21:14
Hitoshi rolled his eyes.
Hanta was being dramatic. They already walked out of Hitoshi’s room in a comforter in front of his dad so really them both being gone for a while wasn’t the worst thing they could be doing. For all his dad knew they were just both getting up to get a snack or go to the bathroom or something totally innocent and not inappropriate at all.
Hitoshi reached over and grabbed Hanta’s blanket, moving it closer to him. Everyone around them focused on themselves or their friend groups; too busy talking or arguing about the movie still to notice Hanta and Hitoshi.
Hitoshi set his phone back in his sweatpants pocket before looking over to Hanta who still hadn’t moved closer.
Hanta gave him a blank face at his actions but they moved closer knowing the lavender-haired man was not going to leave it alone.
“We just need to stay here for half the movie then we can leave,” Hitoshi whispered.
He might have been more serious than not about sneaking off. It had been a long week and there were better things he could have been doing other than watching a movie he very much did not want to show up to in the first place.
Hanta looked back over to a very much snoring Dadzawa. Cozied up in his yellow sleeping bag and not coming out any time soon.
“Fine,” Hanta finally spoke. “But if we get caught I am blaming it on you,” they continued in a whisper.
Hitoshi chuckled a bit to himself. “Don’t worry babe, I am sure I can think of a way to make it worth it for you.”
Hitoshi winked and Hanta groaned. Leaning their head back on the couch in their own panic that their boyfriend one hundred percent caused. It was not their fault they picked to befriend and then date an absolute menace to society.
“You okay, Sero?” Denki questioned looking over at them.
Hitoshi hid his smirk at the reaction he got and instead pretended to be very interested in his drink again. This time taking a real sip of it.
“Yeah, just a headache dude,” Hanta lied quickly.
“You want an ice pack?” Mina asked, looking over at them.
Hanta in too deep apparently with their lie just nodded and very much ignored the purple bitch in their peripheral vision.
Hitoshi only looked up when he noticed the lights dim. The movie was picked and everyone who didn’t have a snack and/or drink quickly rushed to get what they needed before finding their seats again.
The room was dark enough the TV was the only light in the room; the kitchen lights even turned off to leave them in a comfortable darkness.
Hitoshi grabbed his phone and set a timer, making sure his phone was also set on vibrate so the others wouldn’t hear. Then he just pretended to be interested in the movie and not how close Hanta was to him.
Ten minutes into the movie, Hanta was left alone on the couch with their boyfriend. The small couch that seemed much smaller since they sat down. Uraraka got up at some point when Mina offered to braid her hair like she did to her own.
Something about the perfect beach waves. Hanta wasn’t listening; they were too aware that Hitoshi’s hand was now under the blanket and on their thigh.
Hitoshi smirked, moving his hand up, resting there for a while until they got used to it before he moved again. Hitoshi kept his eyes on the TV the whole time—definitely watching the movie and not getting his significant other hard.
He slid his hand up a little more, up to the waistband of the boxers. He could see Hanta look over at him before quickly looking back to the TV like they too were pretending to watch the movie.
Hitoshi knew he was not like Bakuhoe and Kirishima. He had some decency for others, but he wasn’t sure if it was the last week of stress, the grumpy morning he felt lasted all day or just him being too horny for his own good.
His hand moved down the front of Hanta’s boxers. The soft material hit the back of his hand as he slowly moved his hand down a little farther.
The darkness of the room helped hide what they were doing, from an outsider’s point of view it looked like they were sitting beside each other, a blanket covering a part of Hanta almost like they were wearing a toga, up on their shoulder and over their waist; leaving the fact they had their boyfriend’s hand down their underwear unknown.
Hitoshi paused for a moment, smirking at how far he got. His hand came down to cup their dick, spreading the bead of pre-cum down the tip. Hanta covered their mouth, faking a yawn.
And just like that Hitoshi pulled back.
Leaving Hanta leading their head back again, annoyed enough to groan.
“SHH,” Denki muttered, not looking away from the movie.
Hitoshi quietly spit into his hand and moved it back down his significant other’s boxers again. The explosion on the TV hid the gasp Hanta let out when they felt Hitoshi’s hand on their dick again.
Slowly and as quietly as he could Hitoshi moved his hand. Not wanting the blanket to move he kept the pace slower than he would have liked to, but he took the time to brush his thumb over the head of Hanta’s cock.
Jerking them off the way he knew they liked.
Taking his time to edge them when another explosion went off in the movie. Risking a look over, Hanta’s lips were red, biting them to keep quiet as they felt like they were going to cum in their pants in front of their whole class.
Hitoshi knew that if Hanta wanted him to stop they would push him away, tell him that they were uncomfortable, or just tap out. So he kept going.
Smirking over at them. “Cat got your tongue?”
Hitoshi moved his hand slowly back down before Hanta jerked up into his hand and Hitoshi suddenly felt them cum into his hand. Without missing a beat he just slid the cum over their dick, letting him ride out their high before he took his hand out of their pants.
Hanta looked over to say something but stopped when they locked eyes with purple ones. Seeing Hitoshi lick the rest of his hand clean before winking at them again and getting up.
Holy shit.
That just happened.
Freezing when they felt the weight of someone resting on the back of the couch, leaning over to whisper to them.
“Closet down the hall, five minutes,” Hitoshi informed them.
Hanta looked around the room. Everyone watching the movie and whispering to one another, no one paying much mind to Hanta.
They waited five minutes then waited another four to make sure no one was watching them. Hanta nearly forgot about the cum in their boxers at least until they got up.
The walk down the hall was way more terrifying than they thought. Looking back to make sure Aizawa wasn’t going to kill them and also trying to get past everyone without making it look like they had drying cum in their pants was not easy.
“Where are you going?” Mina questioned.
Hanta froze.
“Just going to get my migraine meds, you know,” they answered.
Hanta just hoped it came out half as chill as they wanted it to and not like the little kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar before dinner; at least they hoped it wouldn’t be the thing that got them caught.
Mina just nodded. “Okay, just let us know if you need anything.”
Hanta just grunted out in acknowledgment before making their way down to the closet at the end of the hallway. The closet was used for extra storage, filled with shelves of bulk food on one side and a few cleaning supplies on the other side.
When they made it to the door, Hanta took a breath.
No Aizawa in sight.
No passable future father-in-law to watch them.
Hanta nearly screamed when the door swung open. Hitoshi glaring at them before grabbing their shirt and pulling them in.
“You do know how to count, right?” Hitoshi glared at them again.
“I waited a little extra to make sure no one noticed and then Mina asked where I was going—”
Hitoshi closed the door behind them before pushing Hanta back against it, effectively cutting Hanta off and all their thoughts traveling to a different head than the one on their shoulders.
Hitoshi must have noticed because he tugged them in by the waistband.
“I wanna suck you off,” he exclaimed.
Hanta nearly choked.
They would never be used to this side of their boyfriend. Hitoshi was off on his own most of the time grumpy and too busy with training to be overly social. But then Hanta saw his soft side, how he loved cats and had way too many kitten-themed socks. And most recently they saw this side of Hitoshi.
Part of them wanted to ask if they were hit with a sex pollen quirk or something. The other part wanted to crash their lips together and have him show them exactly what he wanted to do.
Hitoshi seemed to take matters into his own hands—or rather mouth. He got on his knees in front of them. Tugging down their pants and boxers.
“Tell me to stop,” Hitoshi muttered.
Pressing a kiss into their hip.
Hanta shook their head. “Please don’t stop.”
And that was all it took for Hitoshi to grin up at them. Opening his mouth and taking their dick into it. The warm wet heat sucking on the head of their cock before taking more and more.
Going much quicker than his handjob earlier.
Letting his mouth coat their dick in saliva before sucking it clean and messily sucking along the head before taking it into his throat.
Hanta let their hands fall into messy lavender hair pressing Hitoshi closer as they felt the familiar feeling of wanting to let go. They looked down. Hitoshi’s mouth wrapped around their dick.
They pulled him back.
Hitoshi licked his lips as he looked back up at them.
“What the hell was that?” Hanta asked.
“Aw, come on, you can't tell me you didn’t enjoy it—” Hitoshi looked back to their dick. “—part of you did anyway.”
Hitoshi looked like he was going to move closer and start sucking on their dick again. Hanta grabbed his jaw softly, guiding him to look up at them. They just needed to know if everything was okay before he continued and it was really difficult to think with his mouth on them.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re acting like this?” Hanta asked. “I’m not complaining—I just don’t want there to be something wrong or—”
“Hanta,” Hitoshi cut them off.
Getting up and looking Hanta in the eyes.
“I am perfectly fine. It’s just a reminder I’m feeling the effects of the shot I got this morning and I just wanna fuck around with you. If you don’t want—”
Hanta cut him off, pulling him in and crashing their lips together. Slipping their tongue in his mouth with ease. Hitoshi relaxed into them, opening his mouth and kissing them back just as greedily.
This time Hanta pulled him closer, tugging at his pants until Hitoshi kicked them off. Their mouths connected through the process only pulling away for Hanta to bend Hitoshi over one of the nearly empty ramen shelves.
One hand going to his hip to hold him in place and the other trailing down past wet lips and into his cunt. Hanta let out a groan when they felt how wet he was for them. Slick coated their fingers as they made quick and gentle work of stretching their boyfriend.
Hitoshi whined as he pressed back into Hanta’s hold.
“Hanta, before the movie ends,” Hitoshi groaned.
And while they had to agree, they could take their time with him later right now they just needed to get their boyfriend off. Which wasn’t all that difficult to do when he was like this.
Hanta pressed into him in one thrust. Their hips were flush with his ass and at that moment Sero Hanta really hoped their classmates were loud because they were pretty sure the sounds between them and Hitoshi were not all that silent.
“You need to be quiet, the last thing we need is your dad actually seeing us fucking,” Hanta whispered.
Hitoshi ignored them.
Pressing back and trying to get any kind of friction between them. Hanta was totally dead if anyone found out the two of them were fucking in the closet just several feet away from the class movie night.
But they pulled one of Hitoshi’s arms back, holding it in place on his back, letting him use his other arm to balance himself as Hanta started to fuck him.
Slow shallow thrusts quickly turned into skin clapping skin. Too caught up to care who heard them. The TV was most likely turned up loud enough so really Hanta was probably just worried for nothing.
“Oh gods, yes, yes, yes, right there!” Hitoshi shouted.
Hanta didn’t think about it when they grabbed a piece of their tape and put it over their boyfriend’s mouth. Muffling the moans of Hitoshi cumming on their cock.
Hanta leaned down, pausing their movement even though they were still hard, they wanted to draw it out a moment longer.
They leaned in to whisper in Hitoshi’s ear, his mouth still taped.
“Where should I cum?” Hanta asked, knowing Hitoshi really couldn't answer them.
All Hitoshi had to do was tap them or the shelf with his free arm to get the tape off. They used it before and put down basic rules for it.
So Hanta continued.
“In here?”
They pulled out of his pussy almost completely and with one wet smack they thrust back in. Hitoshi leaned on the shelves in front of him a little more.
“Or,” Hanta started. Pulling out of his cunt only to turn Hitoshi around to face them. “Should I cover your face with it and have you walk out with a nice facial?”
Hanta grinned at the lewd look Hitoshi gave them, as if either of those suggestions had him cumming again or at least back on the edge, knowing Hanta would make him feel good either way.
Hanta’s eyes flicked from his face down further. “Or maybe I would come across your tits while you lap up my cum?”
Hitoshi seemed to answer for them, sinking to his knees, Hanta letting go of his arm and watching as their boyfriend pulled off his shirt, taking a moment longer to realize that he was also taking off his binder.
Lifting his arms up to remove the gray fabric. Hanta knew they should look away but were too shocked they got this far. Sure, they have seen their boyfriend naked. Sure, they knew about his anatomy just like he knew about theirs, but seeing him like this felt much more intimate.
Hitoshi looked up at them innocently. Tapping at their mouth twice and Hanta still in a trance removed the tape.
“Don’t fucking get attached fuckers are getting chopped off in three months,” Hitoshi informed them.
Hanta was still out of it when they muttered the first coherent thought they had since Hitoshi took his shirt off. “That’s not what's making me drool.”
Hitoshi blushed and apparently was over Hanta’s shock because in that same moment, he leaned closer and pumped Hanta’s cock.
“Cum on my tits,” he whispered. Taking a lick over their cock before moving back and pressing his tits together.
Oh shit.
Hanta was a weak, weak, soul.
They took their cock in hand and jerked off to the sight in front of them. Their boyfriend showed them a part of him he didn’t like, that Hitoshi was comfortable enough to let Hanta see him like this.
And fuck was it hot.
Hanta had no chance of lasting. Cumming across Hitoshi’s chest, painting him like the Mona Lisa. Hitoshi smirked and leaned forward. Opening his mouth and licking over the tip of their cock.
“Oh, my gods.”
Hitoshi nodded.
Hanta tucked themself back into their pants cringing at the feeling of dried cum still in their boxers from earlier. And the picture of their boyfriend with their cum on his chest was still very much in his mind.
“Now how do we leave?” Hanta asked.
Hitoshi rolled his eyes and got up from the floor. Grabbing his pants and pulling them on and looking around for something to wipe the cum off of him. He settled on paper towels and only once he was cleaned up he smirked.
Looking over to Hanta who was still blushing and he backed them up to the door. “Just like how we came in here, dumbass.”
Hitoshi then turned away and put on his binder and t-shirt he had on. Really he had no idea why he did that much since he was getting his tits chopped off in less than three months he might as well try a few things.
He was comfortable with Hanta and knew they had their own dysphoria, even if for them it wasn’t quite as debilitating as Hitoshi’s was but he knew everyone dealt with it differently. He was happy to have a significant other who could understand to some extent what he was going through and when to give him space with things.
“Meet me in my room tonight and bring some weed. I wanna smoke while I ride you,” Hitoshi informed them, kissing them on the cheek before pushing them out of the way and leaving the closet before he wreaked of sex even more than they both did already.
Hanta took a moment to breathe.
They just did that.
And now Hitoshi wanted them to—okay they could do this—Hanta took a breath. They knew Dadzawa wasn’t right outside the door waiting for them. Realistically, they knew that much but it didn’t help when they opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
They walked back to the movie and watched it for a moment pretending they didn’t just fuck the guy beside them. They risked a look back at Dadzawa and he was still sleeping in his sleeping bag.
Hanta had no idea what was happening in the movie but when two of whom Hanta assumed the main characters were–had kissed or something with the way the room gasped. And really Hanta kinda wanted to watch the movie now, they would have to get the name to watch it on their own or something.
“Why the fuck would he go with her?” Bakugou yelled.
“Why the fuck would she go with him?” Mina asked, offended.
“Wait,” Uraraka muttered. “I thought they were siblings.”
“Why the fuck would they be siblings?!” Bakugou questioned.
“They look like they could be,” Mina added helpfully.
“Broes, I thought they were the gay cousin,” Kirishima added.
“What the fuck?! Was I the only one watching the fuckign movie?!” Bakugou yelled.
“I thought they were long-lost twins,” Hitoshi added, being a smartass.
“Wait, so you’re telling me they aren't past lives of each other?!” Hanta asked, fake shock on their face.
Bakugou flipped them all off. “I hate all of you fuckers.”
“Except the red rock man whose lap you're sitting on,” Hitoshi laughed.
“Die.”
When the movie ended Hanta said night to their friends, telling them their migraine medication can make them sleepy and just rolled with the lie at this point and headed up to their dorm.
Within a few minutes, Hitoshi was letting himself in with the spare key card Hanta had given him. Hanta had the spare to Hitoshi’s room so it was only fitting they did the same. Spending too much time in the other’s room, the keys were necessary at this point.
Hitoshi smiled at them.
Hanta was at their desk getting their things ready for the smoke sesh. Already having a blunt they were dying to try for a while, it was thick enough for the both of them. Hanta wasn’t really sure what they were saving it for but they knew it was strong and they had nowhere to be tomorrow so he could sleep in all he wanted. Staying up late fucking while high sounded like a pretty good idea.
Hitoshi walked over and planted a kiss on Hanta’s cheek.
“Miss me already?” Hanta joked.
Hitoshi took a moment to think about it, taking a seat on their bed in the meantime. Then just shrugged.
“I mean I guess,” Hitoshi sighed.
And really did Sero Hanta have to fall for such a sarcastic bitch?
Yeah, yeah, they did.
Hanta rolled their eyes and grabbed their lighter.
Lighting the blunt, ignoring their boyfriend’s gaze on them the whole time.
Hanta let out a puff of smoke.
And wow, okay it was a bit stronger than they thought. They reached out, letting Hitoshi take it between his fingers. Hanta opened their balcony doors and put a fan on in their room to get most of the smell out.
They weren’t worried about it all that much.
Hanta had made a deal with Iida not to tell and it didn’t take much to assume Aizawa and Yamada were stoners in high school so really no one cared.
“Shit,” Hitoshi coughed.
Hanta handed over a water bottle chuckling to themself. “Might have gotten a few new things.”
Hitoshi and them passed the blunt back and forth after that. Hanta laying in their hammock and Hitoshi laying on the floor like a starfish.
Both of them were laughing at a video they were watching of a pomeranian biting its owner.
It was safe to say their high was kicked in. Hanta tried to get up and ended up falling out of the hammock.
“Definitely meant to do that,” Hanta informed their boyfriend.
Hitoshi looked over, moving closer to them and straddling their waist.
“Totally.”
Hitoshi leaned down and kissed them.
Hanta’s tongue in his mouth felt so fucking good.
Hitoshi was relaxed. He was in Hanta’s room, string lights on, the breeze from the balcony doors still open, and the person who he was currently grinding down on.
Really Hitoshi would miss these moments when they graduated.
Having Hanta so close was a comfort he never thought he would need as much as he did. Nights he couldn’t sleep, afternoons when he wanted to read in peace, mornings he got to see sunlight along their face.
Hitoshi pulled back, rolling off of them and ignoring the whine Hanta let out.
“Bed, I am not falling asleep on the floor again,” Hitoshi informed them.
Hitoshi waited for them to get up only to push them down onto the bed.
One goal in mind as he undressed them. Hitoshi laughed when he nearly tripped getting onto the bed while taking his own clothes off. Hanta gripped him by the wrist and helped him keep his balance.
All Hitoshi could think about is the water bottle he knocked down in the process. “The floor is water?”
Hanta looked confused. “Did you mean lava?”
“No, I just wanna ride you.”
Hitoshi straddled Hanta, leaning down and kissing them on the nose.
“Been thinking about this all night,” Hitoshi whispered.
Hanta beneath him, face flushed a pretty pink as he sank down on their cock. Hitoshi moaned when they sank down fully. So full.
And despite cumming before in the closet, Hitoshi was still just as pent up.
He grinned down at the black-haired man.
Then he started moving. Slowly shifting his hips turned to him full on bouncing on them. Flexing their thighs with each movement, every time they groaned. Using Hanta for his own pleasure.
Hitoshi looked to see their significant other looking up at him. Eyes glazed over, their hands loosely on his hips as they met his hips, thrusting up into him. Hitoshi would never get over fucking while high.
It was always fun to fuck Hanta but Hitoshi was constantly in his head, the weed helped with that.
Hanta was happy to see how comfortable he was around them, letting out the moans he would have muffled, telling Hanta what he wanted to do, the small amount of him taking control was a big step.
Hanta knew their boyfriend was like a cat, ironically, always hesitant and cautious but when the trust was earned he was able to be himself. And Hanta loved to see this side of Hitoshi.
Hanta looked up to meet lavender eyes; they didn’t know if it was the weed or if he was a simp but they were suddenly aware of their hands on his hips. Hanta letting him pick the pace and just guiding him along.
It always felt so good, Hanta loved nights like this.
Free to stare at their boyfriend.
Free to let go of all the bullshit of the day and fuck the thoughts away. To relax in a way only Hitoshi could get them to.
This time Hitoshi was shirtless, his head thrown back and Hanta swore to the gods they were going to die at that moment. The moment Hitoshi’s pussy throbbed around them as he came.
Hanta didn’t think to push him off and to pull out they felt themself cum before Hitoshi’s hips stilled and Hanta couldn't help but pull him down as they came inside him. And gods, Hanta needed it to stop feeling this good.
Hitoshi went dead weight on top of them.
The room was silent for a moment. Hanta thought he was asleep but then Hitoshi started tracing something on their arm.
“You ever think about where you’re going after we graduate?” Hitoshi questioned. He kept up his drawing of nothing on Hanta’s arm.
“Not really, maybe, move close to town since my agency.”
Hitoshi had no time to stop it before he was opening his mouth again. “You could come get a place with me,” he blurted out.
“Seriously or are you just high?”
Hitoshi wanted to ask them in a better way but it seemed like he were going to blurt it out. He shook his head at their question.
“I mean I am high as fuck right now, but I really wanna live with you—just didn’t know how to ask—though you’d have to leave the pineapple in the corner here.”
“Dude, I thought that was a raccoon,” Hanta deadpanned.
Hitoshi looked over to the corner. “There’s a raccoon?!”
“Holy shit, this stuff is strong,” Hanta laughed.
Hitoshi looked back to them and kissed them. “I kinda liked it.”
“I can tell,” Hanta kissed him again.
It didn’t take them long to cuddle up against each other in a mess of tangled sheets as they watched the lights in the room until they both eventually fell asleep. Hanta was nearly asleep before they were woken up by their boyfriend sitting up in bed.
“Now I just have to tell my dads.”
Hanta sat up too, they were high but not enough to not freak the fuck out about this.
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Hitoshi ignored his dad all morning.
When he got up and dressed in a hoodie that most likely wasn’t his, he walked downstairs for coffee. His dad was still sleeping, now on the couch, the yellow sleeping back looking more and more like a cocoon with each day.
“You look like shit,” Bakugou informed him.
Hitoshi nearly dropped the mug in his hand.
“Thanks, Blasty,” he flipped him off.
“Fuck off.”
Hitoshi stared blankly at him. “ You started talking to me.”
“You know if you're going to sneak off you shouldn’t leave hickeys,” Bakugou deadpanned.
“How?!” Hitoshi brought his hand up.
“Oh, please, takes a slut to know one,” Bakugou grumbled, grabbing a protein shake.
“Did you just call yourself a slut?”
Bakubitch shrugged. “I am for one person.”
“Honesty is nice on you but please stop talking,” Hitoshi rested his head on the cabinet in front of him.
“Fuck off, you’re just as much of a slut as I am.”
Hanta stood in the doorway. “What did I just walk in on?”
“Slut number three,” Bakuwhore muttered. He took a sip of the strawberry protein shake before leaving.
“What was that?” Hanta asked, still confused.
“The shameless life of a Bakuhoe,” Hitoshi deadpanned.
“Makes sense.”
Hanta looked around the room before leaning down and kissing Hitoshi. Pulling away with a smile on their face.
High or not Hitoshi meant what he said last night. Sure, they would have to work out some things but moving in with Hanta seemed like a perfectly great fucking idea.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Hanta asked, turning to the fridge.
A really fucking good idea.
Hitoshi was about to answer with a totally non-sexual answer when his dad appeared in the doorway. It was like he stepped out of nowhere.
“I’ll have some breakfast too.”
Hanta froze in place. “You think he will still kill me if we tell him about the thing we talked about last night?”
“Definitely,” Hitoshi nodded.
“Whose side are you on?!” Hanta gasped.
“I am too young to die,” Hitoshi informed them.
“You little shit.”
THE END