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“The past participle of…”
Midoriya sighs as he reads over his English notes for the umpteenth time. The essay Aizawa-sensei had assigned earlier in the week sits frustratingly blankly on his laptop screen. Though most subjects eventually unfolded themselves for him, English still remained stubbornly inscrutable, unlike for Todoroki-kun.
He wonders how the other boy’s doing; Todoroki-kun had mentioned at breakfast he was picking up something from home. Whatever it was must’ve been important enough for Aizawa-sensei to grant him leave.
But Todoroki-kun should’ve been back by now. Normally, they spent the evenings working on homework together in one of their rooms. Uraraka-san had made more than one comment about how they spent most of their time together these days, either with her and Iida-kun or just the two of them. The sweet smile she flashed Midoriya each time caused his face to burn. Todoroki-kun would always tilt his head or furrow his brows in concern, offering his Quirk to cool him off, and Midoriya would have to wave him off every time.
So the fact Midoriya hasn’t heard from the other boy, despite the sky having already faded to inky black, concerns him. Noticing he’s been biting the tip of his pencil in thought, he immediately pulls it away with a sigh. A bad habit he’s been trying to break, but even using his All Might pencils hasn’t managed to deter it yet. As he looks at the mini All Might on the tip, characteristic grin slightly deformed by tooth marks and saliva, Midoriya sighs again and reaches for his phone instead.
He’s startled when it begins to vibrate. Seeing the caller ID, he can’t help but smile. “Todoroki-kun! I was wondering when—”
“Midoriya.”
Immediately, Midoriya can sense something’s wrong. He snaps to full attention, focusing on the voice on the other line. “What’s wrong, Todoroki-kun?”
There’s a long pause. Then, the other boy’s voice crackles in his ear, slowly and with great effort. “I need you to come to my room right now.”
The words barely register before Midoriya’s out of his room and racing towards the other boy’s room, brows furrowing and thoughts whirling. What if Todoroki-kun was hurt? What if his father did something to him?
The grip on his phone tightens until the metal begins to deform under his fingers. He forces himself to relax. If it were really that serious, the other boy would’ve gone to the teachers or to Recovery Girl. Maybe it was an invisible wound, one that gashed his emotions instead? His chest tightens at the thought.
His knuckles barely graze the door before it’s swung open. He smiles in relief when the other boy looks unharmed. “Todoroki-kun!” Before he can get another word out, the other boy grabs his arm and drags him inside, shutting the door behind him.
He pushes Midoriya forward roughly until his legs hit the table in the center of the room.
“Wait, Todoroki-kun, what are you—” Midoriya attempts to say but is cut off with a gasp as Todoroki bends Midoriya over the table and licks a long, wet strip along his nape. Midoriya throws his head back involuntarily and shudders as the sudden coldness causes the hairs there to rise. As he arches into Todoroki, a groan escapes from the other boy. Heat pools low in Midoriya as he attempts to cut through the haze quickly growing in his head.
As he’s pinned to the table, he tries to turn his head to look at the other boy. What could’ve happened? His normally quick mind struggles to run through different scenarios before settling on the most likely one: the other boy must’ve run into a situation that delayed his return and one of the results was getting hit by some form of a lust Quirk.
Todoroki-kun clearly isn’t in the right state of mind, and while Midoriya could easily subdue him, he’s reluctant to use force against his friend and potentially hurt him.
A much smaller, sinister voice, the one that wanted to tear Overhaul limb from undeserving limb, that wanted to do the same to Endeavor, whispers in his mind. Why won’t you admit the disgusting truth? You don’t want to stop him because you enjoy it too much. You’ve always found him attractive but out of your league, and now’s your chance.
So you’ll willingly keep going even though you’re taking advantage of the trust your ‘dear’ friend has in you. Even though you’ll hurt him worse still.
The shame burns from nape to navel, the guilt a heavy hand to the chest. But the heat in his belly deepens.
His self-shaming is interrupted as hands find their way underneath his shirt to grip at his waist. The simultaneously hot and cold sensations startle a sound in the back of his throat that he tries to bite back. But that seems to goad Todoroki whose hands travel up and down his sternum. Midoriya bites his inner cheek so hard he thinks he might draw blood, but when he feels a tongue against the sensitive shell of his outer ear, he can’t help the throaty moan that escapes.
He feels the curve of the other boy’s lips. “Does it feel good?” The words are whispered hotly against his ear, and Midoriya grips the edges of the table hard enough for it to creak. He tries to shake his head. “You’re not—”
“I said,” Midoriya gasps when he feels a hand on his chest, and when the icy thumb and forefinger of Todoroki’s right hand rolls the sensitive bud there, he arches again, moaning louder this time. “Does it feel good?”
They’re pressed from hip to back and chest, and Midoriya can feel the hard planes of the other boy’s muscles through their shirts. He swallows thickly as his breathing grows heavier. “It,” Lie, he thinks emphatically, even as Todoroki’s switched sides now. He pinches the nipple, and Midoriya moans again. “It does,” he confesses helplessly.
He’s suddenly flipped. As his vision readjusts, his heart begins to stutter at the sight before him.
Eyes half-lidded with lust and smugness that drips from the curve of his lips, Todoroki gazes at him like a prize waiting to be devoured. Midoriya aches at the unfamiliar sight, desire wrapping a gentle hand around his throat.
Midoriya bites his lip subconsciously, the other boy following the movement with rapt attention. As he leans down, Midoriya weakly protests, “Todoroki-kun, wait, we can’t—”
His protests are quickly swallowed by the other boy when their lips meet. His lips are surprisingly soft, Midoriya thinks as his part on their own accord.
That ignites something within Todoroki who angles his head deeper, tongue snaking through to explore every centimeter of Midoriya’s mouth.
It’s too much, the other boy overwhelming his senses, and Midoriya feels his tenuous grasp on rationality slip further away. He raises his hands to push Todoroki away, but the boy grabs his wrists in midair and slams them on either side of his head, mouth continuing to move against Midoriya’s.
The sharp twinge of pain along his forearms startles a full moan out of him. Midoriya immediately bites his cheek and as the other boy pauses for a moment, he begins to apologize. “I’m sorry, I,” before he sees the gears turn in Todoroki’s head, “No, wait, I mean—”
But when Todoroki suddenly nips his bottom lip, he makes a surprised sound in the back of his throat. “No, Todoroki-kun, you can’t—”
His words are cut off with a high whine as Todoroki bites the sensitive spot right below his ear, hard enough to bruise. Midoriya automatically angles his neck, exposing its full length. Pleased, Todoroki continues his path down his neck to the other side, Midoriya helpless as his desire deepens with each sharp bite of pain.
When Todoroki finally leans back and lets go of Midoriya’s wrists, his eyes rake over the column of his neck, at the marks that likely dot it, and he cocks his head to the side, smugness once again dripping from his expression.
Midoriya’s breathless, chest heaving, unable to look anywhere but at the boy above him.
“Mine,” Todoroki says. The word pierces through Midoriya and leaves him aching.
Todoroki’s eyes flicker to his chest, and he seems to frown for the first time. He tugs at the shirt and says, “Off.”
This is getting dangerous, Midoriya tries to think adamantly. “I can’t,” he says, shaking his head weakly.
But when Todoroki wraps a gentle but firm hand around Midoriya’s throat, thumb pressing against the first bruise on his neck, the one right below his ear, the pleasure cracks his last restraint.
Midoriya's fingers find the collar of his shirt and tug it over his head. He shivers as the cool air hits his overheated skin.
Smugness returns to Todoroki’s features, but before he can lean in, Midoriya says, more firmly than he has this entire time. “Wait.”
Todoroki pauses, frown returning, but when Midoriya tugs at the hem of his shirt and says, “You too,” he smirks again, tugging the garment off in one smooth motion.
Midoriya’s eyes flicker to the other boy’s chest. He’s seen the boy shirtless many times before, as they’d change in the locker rooms. He’d known how years of training had honed his body, had appreciated it from an analytical perspective, physical evidence of his battle prowess. But now, here in the dim lighting of his room, the well-toned planes of his chest, his stomach, his shoulders, cause his mouth to water. He swallows thickly, Todoroki’s eyes flickering to follow the movement.
This time when Todoroki leans down, Midoriya finds himself craning upwards to meet him halfway. As their mouths connect once again, Midoriya finds himself giving in and kissing back with equal fervor.
Finally, he touches the other boy, hands traveling to all the places his eyes had before. From upper back to his chest, around his shoulders, and down his arms, and back again. He traces every groove with his fingers, palms feeling the taut muscles shifting beneath them. A helpless sound catches in the back of his throat as desire continues to pool in thick ribbons low in his belly.
As their tongues slide against each other, saliva dripping obscenely from the corners of Midoriya’s mouth, Todoroki groans. As he shifts, Midoriya can feel the hard length of him pressing against him.
Desire grips him, and Midoriya experimentally grinds himself upwards against the other boy. A deeper groan escapes him, and the hand on his waist tightens painfully.
Midoriya repeats the motion, throwing his head back at how good it feels. As they continue to move against each other, Todoroki sucking the tender spot underneath his chin, Midoriya thinks he could be undone just like this.
But, greedy as he was, there was still more he wanted.
With great effort, he stills his hips, thoughts scattering as Todoroki growls in discontentment. The other boy continues to move against him, and it takes all of his willpower to choke out against the delicious friction, “Wait, Todoroki-kun. I, I want you. Inside of me,” he adds compulsively, “If you want.”
The other boy finally stills, and Midoriya feels his face heat up with embarrassment. Even still, he forces himself to look at Todoroki, whose expression turns serious. “Are you sure?”
There’s no going back. Midoriya nods.
Once they’re both fully undressed, Midoriya feels the cold press of the table as he sits on it. Todoroki’s eyes drag from his feet, up his legs, resting on his cock, before they pierce through him. Midoriya’s unsure what kind of expression he’s making himself but it causes Todoroki’s to darken with desire.
His gaze drops reflexively to the other boy’s cock, thick and flush against his taut stomach. Saliva pools in his mouth, and he swallows thickly.
He’s unable to tear his gaze away until a gentle but firm hand grabs his chin and forces him to look back up. Todoroki’s head is tilted, smug satisfaction back in the curve of his lips.
With his other hand, Todoroki brings a finger to Midoriya’s lips. His lips part, and he slowly takes the digit into his mouth, tongue rubbing against the pad. Todoroki’s free hand tightens into a fist, and his jaw clenches. When the second finger is added, Midoriya waits until they’re both fully in before sucking on them with a breathy moan, keeping his eyes locked with the other boy’s. This time, Todoroki groans.
When Todoroki removes the fingers, having added a third one, a thin string of saliva connects them to the tip of Midoriya’s outstretched tongue. Todoroki’s expression darkens. Without warning, he pushes Midoriya flat on the table who gasps in surprise when his back hits the cold wood. As Todoroki stands over him, Midoriya swallows. He places his heels on the edge of the table and tentatively spreads himself open.
He feels exposed, vulnerable in a way he hasn’t since childhood. He throws his arms across his eyes to shield himself from the other boy’s gaze.
His anxious thoughts rear their heads at this moment. What if Todoroki-kun saw him in this moment and found him wanting? Undesirable, unpossessing of any attractive qualities, utterly plain.
“Look at me,” Todoroki says, cutting through his thoughts, and Midoriya is helpless but to obey reluctantly. “I want to see you.”
When he pushes a finger in, Midoriya’s earlier thoughts scatter as he feels his eyes flutter upwards, back arching at the sharp sensation, a hiss escaping through his teeth.
When he refocuses, he looks to Todoroki and is surprised to see possessiveness grip his features.
Curious, when the second finger enters, Midoriya fights to maintain eye contact and as he arches again against the sensation, he sees the other boy’s cock twitch in response, the fingers of his free hand tightening into a fist.
Satisfaction curls itself in his belly, and Midoriya wants to tease Todoroki, but he himself aches so deeply, his own so hard it makes his head spin, so instead his fingers twitch at his side, desperate to relieve some pressure.
Todoroki’s eyes narrow before he smirks. “Not yet, Midoriya.”
Midoriya’s still processing how huskily Todoroki had said his name, rough edges of desire having deepened his voice, when Todoroki curls his fingers inside Midoriya. His eyes widen in surprise, and he can’t help the throaty moan that escapes, back arching in a wide arc off the table as pleasure strikes him so fully.
Todoroki does it again, and another moan escapes. Midoriya tries to bite out through the thick haze of pleasure, “Wait, Todoroki-kun. We need… to be quiet. Our classmates…”
Todoroki doesn’t respond, instead curling his fingers again and leaning down to take one of his nipples between his teeth, Midoriya moaning more loudly in response.
When the third finger is added, Midoriya thinks he might not make it. Todoroki continues his administrations on his chest and inside him, his moans a steady stream around them.
I want him to feel good too, he thinks dazedly. He places a hand on the other boy’s, the one moving inside him, and breathes out. “Todoroki-kun, I, I’m ready.”
With a final curl of his fingers and bite on his chest, Todoroki removes them.
As he positions himself, the head of his cock resting against Midoriya’s entrance, slick with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum, Midoriya swallows, light-headed with desire. When Todoroki looks at him and asks if he’s ready, all he can manage to say is “Please.”
As Todoroki pushes into him, he whimpers, feeling the delicious stretch inside himself as he enters. His eyes flutter shut until Todoroki places a gentle hand against his throat. “Look at me,” he says.
With great effort, he reopens his eyes and the sight of Todoroki entering him, hands gripping his thighs, body glistening with the light sheen of sweat, Midoriya can’t help the moan that escapes him. He feels how Todoroki responds to him, twitching inside of him, and he has to bite his lip to stifle another moan.
When Todoroki finally bottoms out inside him, the boy asks, voice straining, ”Are you okay?”
Midoriya takes a couple of deep breaths. He shifts his hips, adjusting to Todoroki, who grits his teeth. Feeling a little emboldened, Midoriya teases. “How about you, Todoroki-kun? Are you okay?” He shifts his hips again.
Todoroki growls, and Midoriya only has that warning before the other boy pulls out and slams back in. Midoriya barely chokes back the high-pitched sound that threatens to escape, eyes rolling back briefly.
Todoroki sets a relentless pace, and when Midoriya finally adjusts, he wraps his legs around the other boy’s waist to deepen the angle. Todoroki groans in response.
When Todoroki wraps a hand around his cock, Midoriya can’t help the stream of words that falls from his lips between moans. “Todoroki-kun you feel… so good, so so good inside me. I don’t ever… want you to stop. You can do this forever… if you want. I’m yours for the taking.” When the other boy’s thumb brushes the tip, he tips his head back, a throaty moan escaping.
Todoroki’s thrusts grow more aggressive, the table creaking in time under their weight. Between that and the wet noises each time he enters, Midoriya, normally feeling embarrassed at the obscene sounds emanating from them, only feels his arousal spiking in time.
Midoriya pulls the other boy down and wraps his arms around Todoroki’s neck. As they slot against each other from mouth to hip, Midoriya feels like he’ll burst. Todoroki’s thrusts start to turn erratic, and Midoriya knows he’s close too.
“Todoroki-kun, I, I can’t. I’m not going to make it,” Midoriya moans helplessly.
“Together,” the other boy bites out.
With a final twist of his wrist and thrust, Midoriya is undone. The climax whites out everything, and for the first time he can remember, his mind is blissfully blank. As he rides its crest, he forces his eyes open to focus on the other boy whose normally composed features are contorted painfully for the first time in sweet pleasure. After a moment, his eyes also open as they take each other in.
Fondness fills Midoriya’s chest to bursting. He threads their fingers together, and Todoroki tightens his grasp.
When they both finally collapse on the table, skin sticky and slick with sweat, chests heaving, the edges of Midoriya’s lips quirk upwards in complete satisfaction before he remembers with a start Todoroki’s condition.
He bites his lip before schooling his features into one of determination. He would handle the fallout, no matter what happens. With what remaining strength he has, he places his hands on the boy’s shoulders before pushing him up enough for Midoriya to look at him.
Todoroki merely blinks at him slowly, expression languid, and Midoriya is struck by how much he looks like a sated cat bathing in the sun. Fondness grips him again, and he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips. When Todoroki brushes a thumb at the corner, Midoriya turns his head to plant a kiss against its pad.
They’ll have to talk about this later, but for now, he’ll bask in this afterglow. Eventually, Midoriya pulls them both off the table, and at Todoroki’s confused expression, he smiles and tugs the other boy over to the bed.
As they tumble on top of the covers, Todoroki pulling Midoriya close, they both sleep soundly for the first time in a long while.
(If the rest of 1-A heard anything, anything at all, they don’t ever admit it. And if a bowl of earplugs appears in their common area later that week, they don’t know anything about that either. And if Midoriya shows up to class wearing a turtleneck in mild weather, they definitely, definitely don’t know anything about that either.)
Several days later
“So you like pain during sex,” Todoroki-kun says suddenly while the two of them are eating lunch together in the cafeteria.
Midoriya chokes violently on his sandwich. Before the other boy can help, brows now furrowed in concern, Midoriya manages to dislodge the half-chewed piece from his windpipe. Eyes watering, he coughs out, voice hoarse, “T-Todoroki-kun, y-you can’t just say things like that!” He feels his face burning brightly.
The boy in question tilts his head. “Why not? There’s no one with us. And,” the boy scratches his cheek with a finger, a small smile on his lips, “I found it attractive.”
Midoriya is stunned into a rare silence as his mind grinds to a halt, even as a pleased thrill runs down his back. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times before eventually stuttering out, voice lilting upwards at the end, “T-thanks…?”
“Would you… consider doing it again, with me?”
Eyes widening, Midoriya searches the other boy’s face. Seeing the barest dusting of pink on Todoroki-kun’s cheekbones, how his eyes slide off to the side, Midoriya can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes him. He wraps a tentative foot around Todoroki-kun’s ankle and smiles. “Well, we were going to work on that hero studies assignment together tonight anyways. Maybe if we finish early…?”
Todoroki-kun meets his gaze, and Midoriya feels the boy’s foot press back against his own ankle. “Meet at 4 o’clock?”
Midoriya laughs. “That’s in 4 hours!” At the earnest expression on Todoroki-kun’s face, he relents. “Okay, okay. We’ll meet at 4 o’clock. We should finish with plenty of time then.”
When Todoroki-kun’s lips quirk upwards into a pleased curve, Midoriya feels his own stretching with fondness.
Though they never manage to catch the Lust Quirk user, Midoriya thanks her silently for her role as their inadvertent Cupid.