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Of all places, why did he have to overhear a group of high school boys trading explicit comments in the school restroom?
Stopping for a quick restroom break before heading home has never felt like a worse idea.
If he’d known he’d end up in this situation, he would have done everything to hold it in until he was safely back at his dorm. But, like every awkward moment in his life, this wasn’t something he could have anticipated. Despite his quiet, reserved nature, he’s still one of UA’s Big Three. That title alone ensures his life is anything but ordinary. No matter how much he tries to fade into the background, others constantly admire him, placing him on a pedestal he never asked for.
Tamaki presses his back against the cubicle door, his face burning as he bites his lower lip. The small, confined space feels suffocating, made worse by the crude chatter echoing around him. For someone who thrives in solitude and struggles even in routine social settings, overhearing this conversation—especially here—is almost unbearable.
No matter how much he tries to block out the voices, they seep through the flimsy walls, loud and inescapable.
He hears the faucet running, a urinal flushing, and laughter punctuating the awkward exchange outside.
"Thanks for this, man. Honoka Maria is unreal," one boy says, his tone oozing enthusiasm.
"Dude, don’t tell me you already-"
"Yeah, couldn’t help it," the first boy interrupts with a shameless chuckle. "Dreamt my pillow was her tits last night."
Tamaki cringes, his grip on the cubicle door tightening as he fights the urge to sink through the floor and disappear entirely.
"Man, you’re desperate," another voice pipes up, laughing. "How often do you even... you know?"
"Two, three times a day. Max," the first boy replies, his nonchalant tone almost making it worse.
"Same here," another adds, as though this were a perfectly normal topic.
"Try five," a third boy interjects, earning exaggerated gasps from the group.
"Damn, that's excessive! Find a girlfriend already,"
"If I could, I would! But with my half-human, half-pig quirk, it's kind of a hard sell."
"Well, yeah. But hey, don't let it get to you. The hand is good enough, right?"
"Fuck yeah. As a healthy boy like myself, there's no way I'd stop doing it on a daily basis."
"Right. I can't even imagine a normal dude not jerking off at all..."
"For real. No way an ordinary, growing teenage boy ain't fapping. Not when porn exists!"
Certainly, those types of teenage boys do exist.
Amajiki Tamaki is a perfect example.
He knew it was common for both men and women. He wasn’t naïve. But for some reason, Tamaki couldn’t bring himself to think about it too deeply. The idea made him self-conscious, though his reluctance had less to do with ignorance and more to do with his own insecurities.
Some people saw it as a stress reliever, something Tamaki could undoubtedly use, given the weight of his responsibilities at school and the constant churn of his anxiety. Still, he had his own ways to unwind. He’d much rather jog up the slope near his neighbourhood or take a nap than dwell on something that left him feeling so uneasy.
The muffled sound of voices disappeared as the boys finally left the restroom, leaving Tamaki alone in the cubicle. Yet their words lingered, unsettling him in a way he couldn’t quite shake.
They’d mentioned that a person who doesn’t do it isn’t “ordinary.”
Am I not... normal?
The thought hung in the quiet air, heavy and disheartening. Being timid was one thing, but the endless cycle of overthinking was its own kind of torment. He knew this shouldn’t matter, it wasn’t worth the stress. And yet, for Tamaki, letting go of these nagging thoughts was far easier said than done.
Why couldn’t he be more like everyone else? They seemed so carefree, so sure of themselves. Did they ever agonise over things like this? Once a doubt lodged itself in his mind, it tangled with his other anxieties, pulling at him relentlessly.
This was the kind of unease Tamaki dealt with every day.
At least the boys were gone now. He let out a quiet sigh of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. Any more of their crude chatter might have been unbearable.
“You'd think they'd have some discretion when talking about stuff like that in a place like this…” he muttered, his gaze fixed on the floor. Taking a few deep breaths, he finally pushed open the cubicle door.
The restroom was silent now, but he didn’t want to take any chances. Another group might come in, and he wasn’t about to risk sitting through another conversation like that.
Stepping into the hallway feels like a breath of fresh air, though the crowded corridor quickly grates on Tamaki’s nerves. It’s not unexpected, classes are over for the day and students are everywhere, lingering in groups or rushing off to spend time with their friends.
Tamaki walks carefully, weaving through the chaotic mix of hyper, energetic students. He’s careful to avoid bumping into anyone, though the occasional burst of laughter or someone darting past makes him flinch. His route takes him through the freshmen corridors on his way downstairs, which only adds to his frustration. The first-years, still brimming with middle school antics, are noisier and less disciplined than the upperclassmen.
He sighs softly but checks himself. Can he really blame them? They’re called "freshmen" for a reason, after all.
Even so, he can’t ignore the discomfort gnawing at him. His grip on his backpack tightens each time he catches someone looking his way. Is it the third-year uniform? Does he look strange to them, with his pale complexion and quiet demeanor? Could they possibly recognize him as one of the Big Three?
No, that can’t be it. They haven’t been introduced yet, and first-years don’t usually loiter around upperclassmen’s areas. It’s just my own nerves, he tells himself. Still, the thought of their eyes on him makes his chest feel heavy.
Maybe he should have stayed in the restroom until the halls cleared.
But no, he knows better than to give in to that kind of thinking. This isn’t anything new; he walks this hallway every day. And yet, even now, he hasn’t gotten used to it.
The short walk feels like an eternity, but as soon as he spots the staircase, relief washes over him. He quickens his pace, descending the stairs without hesitation.
Once outside, he keeps his eyes on the school gate ahead. The afternoon air feels cooler, the open space far more welcoming. He’s almost there when a familiar voice stops him in his tracks.
“Tamaki!”
He freezes, his name ringing through the air. Slowly, he turns toward the voice, and his breath hitches.
“Mirio…” he says, startled. “I thought the teacher wanted your help with something?”
“He did,” Mirio replies with his usual bright smile, walking closer. “I’m on my way to the faculty office, but then I saw you.”
The warmth in Mirio’s tone makes Tamaki’s cheeks flush. Mirio Togata, his best friend, his confidant. The boy who reached out to him in third grade when no one else did, when the rest of their class dismissed him as "boring." Mirio, who has stood by him through everything, who believes in his dream of becoming a hero even when Tamaki struggles to believe in himself.
To Tamaki, Mirio is so much more than a friend. He’s a source of light; the person who always seems to know what to say, who never lets him feel alone, even when the world feels like it’s closing in.
Tamaki’s feelings toward Mirio are complicated.
His admiration runs deeper than words can express. Watching Mirio’s growth over the years only strengthened those feelings. Back in middle school, their classmates laughed at Mirio’s clumsy attempts to use his quirk, teasing him for phasing through walls at the wrong moments. Tamaki had felt disheartened on his behalf, but Mirio never faltered.
That unshakable perseverance had left a lasting impression on Tamaki. It inspired him, deepening his respect for Mirio. But sometimes, it also stirred something else... a quiet envy.
Tamaki couldn’t help but compare himself to Mirio. His unwavering confidence, his infectious optimism, his ability to rise above challenges with a smile… Mirio was everything Tamaki wasn’t.
Tamaki is the complete opposite of Mirio.
His self-esteem is fragile. He gives up easily without encouragement, and he overthinks even the smallest things. Without his quirk and status, he’s certain he’d fade into the background, unnoticed by everyone.
Why can’t I be more like Mirio? The thought eats away at him. He admires Mirio deeply, but that admiration is often tinged with a sharp pang of jealousy.
But those aren’t the only feelings Mirio stirs in him. Beyond the familiar mix of admiration and envy, there’s something else, something harder to define.
Moments like this, when Mirio’s smile lights up the space between them, make Tamaki’s heart skip a beat. It’s not new; he’s felt it for years, though it has never made sense to him. He remembers the first time Mirio reassured him, back when they were kids. Tamaki had been lost in self-doubt, thinking he’d never be good enough, when Mirio told him he was as bright as the sun.
Mirio had said Tamaki was the reason he could keep giving his all.
Tamaki had been speechless, brushing it off at the time as some over-the-top joke. But he remembers everything about that moment, the way his breath caught, the way his chest felt full and tight all at once. From that day on, standing beside Mirio made him feel safe, content, like nothing else mattered.
Mirio’s smile became precious to him, something Tamaki would never trade for anything in the world.
He doesn’t have a name for these feelings yet. They’re unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He tells himself it might just be part of his admiration for Mirio, though deep down, he knows that’s not true. If it were, wouldn’t he feel the same way about every other hero he looks up to? But he doesn’t.
It’s only Mirio.
“Well, I’m on my way home, so…” Tamaki mumbles, his gaze fixed on the ground, his cheeks warm with a faint blush.
“Oh, right! Sorry for holding you up. Take care on your way home, Tamaki.” Mirio flashes him another radiant smile, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle pat before hurrying toward the faculty office.
Tamaki stands there for a moment, squeezing the strap of his backpack as he tries to calm the flutter in his chest.
Finally, he turns and continues toward the school gate, eager to get home. Hopefully, this time without any more interruptions.
Not that Mirio was an interruption.
Tamaki’s study session goes as smoothly as ever. Reviewing the day’s lessons has become a ritual, one of the reasons he never struggles with his grades. In class, there’s little for him to do besides listen and absorb information, and he excels at that. If not for his social anxiety, he might even consider his school life ideal.
He’s tried, more than once, to step out of his comfort zone and be more social, but every attempt has fallen flat. After a while, he accepted the possibility that this is simply how he’s wired, and that’s okay.
With a quiet sigh, he closes his textbooks and places them neatly on his desk. Then, he plops himself down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The quiet evenings at home feel dreadfully uneventful, but he knows this downtime is important.
After a full day of training at UA, he needs time to recharge, to restore the energy spent pushing his limits. Without it, he risks burning out by tomorrow. As part of the Big Three, he feels the weight of higher expectations pressing down on him. It’s why he sometimes contemplates squeezing in more practice sessions at home, though he knows it’s probably a bad idea.
“I should go grab some takoyaki, then…” he murmurs to himself, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. The thought of warm, savoury food almost makes the monotony bearable.
But before he can act on it, the conversation from earlier in the restroom replays in his mind.
Tamaki’s cheeks heat up, and he groans, rolling to his side and pulling a pillow over his face in embarrassment.
"As a healthy boy like myself, there's no way I could stop doing it on a daily basis."
"Right. I can't even imagine a normal dude not jerking off at all..."
It’s not that Tamaki believes there’s anything wrong with abstaining. Personal preferences vary, and he knows that. Masturbation isn’t some mandatory activity; it’s a choice. Yet, the boys' earlier conversation has left him feeling peculiar, like he’s somehow out of place for not sharing the same experiences.
Reclining on his bed, Tamaki shifts his pillow to better support his head and neck. The earlier exchange in the restroom lingers in his mind, filling him with an unusual mix of curiosity and apprehension.
With a hesitant breath, he considers the idea of addressing this curiosity head-on. He fidgets, his hand hovering uncertainly as doubts swirl in his mind. “How do I even start?” he murmurs under his breath.
Tamaki’s thoughts wander, searching for something to guide him. He knows most people rely on imagination or external aids, but he’s unsure what might work for him. Closing his eyes, he tries to focus, willing his mind to conjure something—anything—that might help him feel less unsure of himself.
“Maybe… something lewd?” he thinks, grasping at the simplest idea that comes to mind. But the pressure he feels, the need to force a reaction, keeps him stuck. Instead of relaxing, the silence of his room only heightens his unease, leaving him more self-conscious than before.
With a frustrated sigh, Tamaki shifts onto his side, burying his face into his pillow. “Maybe this just… isn’t for me,” he whispers, his cheeks tinged with heat as he shuts his eyes tightly, willing the awkwardness to pass.
Boobs? Okay. What type? Plump? Pointy? Saggy? What about the cup size? The pussy, hairy? Shaved? Ass, fat? Flat?
Tamaki sighs, coming to terms with his lackluster imagination. He's never really had a specific preference when it comes to women, and the thought of fantasizing about men leaves him at a loss.
With a determined expression, Tamaki reaches for his phone and puts in his earbuds. Opening an incognito browser, he types 'porn' and peruses the results displayed. The titles vary from mildly shocking to downright distasteful, leaving him feeling somewhat overwhelmed. Fake incest and cuckoldry appear to be popular choices, and Tamaki cringes in disgust, but continues to press on.
Finally, Tamaki spots a less intense video and clicks on it. Before pressing play, however, he jumps up to ensure his privacy, double-checking that his door is locked. Satisfied, he returns to his bed and removes his pants, leaving only his boxers on.
"Better safe than sorry," Tamaki mutters to himself, his heart racing.
The video begins with a passionate kissing scene, which fails to hold Tamaki's interest. Despite this, he allows it to play, unsure of when the more stimulating content will begin.
The camera would sometimes zoom in on their tongues, making Tamaki uncomfortable to an extent. However, the sloppy motion of tongues swirling against each other and the sound of soft moans start making Tamaki feel sort of embarrassed.
Tamaki finds it curious how much saliva drips down the corners of their mouths. The man occasionally sucks on the woman's tongue, and vice versa, as if they were fighting for dominance. However, the man suddenly pushes the lady onto the bed and begins undressing her, starting with her shirt. He fondles the woman's massive breasts, brushing his fingertips against her sensitive nipples in the process. The lady's reaction is one of neediness, her face flushed and displaying ecstasy from having her breasts groped.
Tamaki's breathing becomes labored, finally starting to be affected by the scene unfolding before him. However, it isn't the woman's breasts that trigger his response. Instead, he finds himself drawn to the man's large, virile hands. Despite the woman's ample size, the man's hands nearly cover them completely in each palm, with a few nicks and scars adorning his knuckles. These hands remind Tamaki of Mirio's – warm, soothing, and comforting whenever they touch his skin. Mirio's calloused hands evoke a sense of safety and strength whenever they pet his head or rub his back, and even the slightest contact sends pleasant shivers down his spine.
As the video progresses, showing the man's hands sensually caressing the woman's thighs, Tamaki's breath turns hot. An inexplicable itchiness and throbbing sensation arise between his legs, causing one of his hands to subconsciously mimic the man's actions on his own thigh.
They really look like Mirio's hands...
Tamaki lets out a soft sigh, thrilled that he's finally achieved an erection. He tentatively gropes it and flinches at the sensation, realizing how good it feels. The video holds his attention even tighter as the man on screen begins to undress, stopping only when he's left with his underwear on. Tamaki's gaze lingers on the man's physique – heavily built, clearly defined by rigorous training, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. His pecs, adorned with tantalizing nerve-packed points, rise and fall with each breath, and his six-pack is a testament to his dedication to fitness.
Intriguingly, the porn actor's physical attributes bear a striking resemblance to Mirio's.
Tamaki reminisces about their childhood days, when Mirio was only an inch or so taller and they both had fragile, youthful bodies. The memory of Mirio's adorable laugh still brings a smile to his face. During middle school, however, Mirio underwent a noticeable transformation, becoming taller and more muscular. Tamaki couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as he thought of Mirio while watching the pornographic scene unfold, the actor bearing such a strong resemblance to his friend. Despite his attempts to push the thought away, Tamaki finds himself wondering if Mirio's manhood matches the porn star's impressive size.
In the video, the actor enticingly slips off his underwear, unveiling a formidable erection that makes Tamaki gasp involuntarily. Despite his own average size, the sheer magnitude of the porn star's girth leaves him feeling both humbled and excited. Tamaki's hand hesitates initially, but eventually succumbs to temptation, slowly sliding down his boxers and freeing his throbbing erection.
He blushes deeply as he takes in the sight, finally able to relate to the experiences of his peers. As he watches the woman on screen expertly devour the man's cock, he can't help but wonder what it would be like to have such an intimate encounter himself. The woman's muffled moans and occasional gasps of delight only serve to fuel his curiosity further.
With a mix of fascination and arousal, Tamaki tentatively begins to pleasure himself, attempting to mimic the movements he sees the woman perform on the screen. As he explores his own body, his mind wanders to thoughts of Mirio.
He considers how Mirio might touch himself, and the mere concept causes a surge of desire within him. Tamaki's strokes become more confident as his imagination takes hold, his breath hitching at the thought of being intimate with his friend. He no longer watches the video, instead focusing entirely on the sensations building in his cock.
With a sense of liberation, he gives in to his urges, his hand moving furiously. His body reacts intensely, muscles tensing and a whimper escaping his lips as he edges closer to climax. It's almost as if Tamaki is rebelling against his own innocence, allowing himself to indulge in these newfound desires. The pleasure becomes overwhelming, and faint tears form in his eyes. In the throes of pleasure, he blames Mirio for causing this surge of forbidden desire within him.
As Tamaki reflects on his newfound desires, he can't help but question why they've only surfaced now. His mind races with doubts about maintaining their friendship after acknowledging these feelings.
Would he still be able to face Mirio without betraying his emotions? Could he suppress the arousal that now accompanies Mirio's presence? These questions linger, but they can't dampen the burning need coursing through his veins. Tamaki succumbs fully to his desire, allowing it to consume him as he furiously strokes his aching cock.
The name 'Mirio' slips from his lips involuntarily as his orgasm nears, and with a final, powerful thrust, he releases his pent-up passion in a torrent of white-hot pleasure.
Panting heavily, Tamaki's euphoria quickly fades when he opens his eyes to find Mirio's concerned face phasing through the wall, leaving Tamaki utterly mortified.
Once his brain processes the situation, Tamaki bolts upright, frantically pulling on his boxers. Panic seizes him, his breathing ragged as if he's suffocating.
"M-Mirio!!!" He stammers, eyes wide with shock and mortification. Contrary to his expectations, Mirio doesn't appear disgusted or horrified. Instead, he looks flustered and curious, which only adds to Tamaki's confusion.
MOTHER OF GOD, JUST KILL ME PLEASE!!!
Mirio shifts awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stammers, “W-well, I came over to drop off the papers the teacher handed out earlier. I thought it’d be easier than waiting until tomorrow.”
Tamaki clenches his fists, trying to steady his breathing, but anger still simmers beneath the surface. “Why didn’t you knock?!” he snaps, his voice louder than intended. The outburst catches Mirio off guard—this isn’t the reserved, quiet Tamaki he knows.
“I did knock!” Mirio defends himself, raising his hands. “I knocked several times, but you didn’t answer. I thought something might’ve happened to you!”
Tamaki’s jaw tightens as his frustration bubbles over. He wants to argue that Mirio must not have knocked loud enough but then remembers the truth. He’d been wearing his AirPods, the volume cranked all the way up while… watching something he really shouldn’t have been. His cheeks burn at the memory, embarrassment seeping into his fury.
“Still,” Tamaki presses, unwilling to admit his mistake, “you could’ve called or texted first!”
Mirio raises an eyebrow, confusion flickering across his face. “Since when do I need permission to come over? We’ve been barging in on each other’s houses since we were kids. Your mom always lets me in!”
Tamaki falters. Mirio isn’t wrong; he’s practically family. His parents wouldn’t think twice about letting Mirio in, no matter the time or reason. But that doesn’t make this any less humiliating.
With a groan, Tamaki grabs a pillow and buries his face in it. His muffled voice is barely audible. “Just… forget what you saw, okay? It’s not like I’m the only guy who does this…”
Mirio’s expression softens, and he sits on the edge of Tamaki’s bed. “Of course, Tamaki. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I just walked in at the worst possible time, that’s all. I promise, I won’t say a word to anyone.”
Tamaki feels a flicker of relief, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly, until Mirio speaks again.
“But…” Mirio starts, hesitating, “why did you call out my name, though? Right when you were… you know.”
The room goes silent.
Tamaki’s head shoots up from the pillow, his face as red as a tomato. His wide, horrified eyes lock onto Mirio’s equally flustered expression.
“HOW LONG WERE YOU WATCHING?!” Tamaki yells, his voice cracking with a mix of panic and mortification.
Mirio flinches, his hands flying up defensively. “Only for a second! I swear!” he blurts out, his cheeks bright pink. “I phased in right at the… uh… end. I froze! I didn’t know if I should interrupt or, um… disappear.”
Ugh, there's nothing in the world I’d rather do right now than punch that face poking out from the wall!
Tamaki glares at the faint outline of Mirio's head still visible in the wall, his anger burning brighter than his embarrassment. He doesn’t even care how irrational it sounds, he just needs Mirio gone.
Before Tamaki can spiral into another round of frantic protests, Mirio steps fully into the room, his body materializing as his quirk deactivates. But he’s… completely bare.
Tamaki’s eyes widen in sheer panic, his back pressing firmly against the wall. “W-What are you doing?!” he stammers, unable to tear his gaze away from the confident, if slightly sheepish, figure in front of him.
Mirio, seemingly oblivious to his state of undress, chuckles nervously and steps closer. His expression shifts, becoming more serious as he leans forward, resting both hands against the wall on either side of Tamaki’s head.
“Why did you call out my name, Tamaki?” Mirio’s voice is low but steady, his eyes searching Tamaki’s face for answers.
Tamaki’s breath hitches, his mind reeling. The closeness, the intensity of Mirio’s gaze... it’s all too much. He can’t think straight, let alone form a coherent excuse. “I-I didn’t mean to… It was an accident…” he mutters weakly, looking anywhere but at Mirio.
Mirio’s brow quirks upward, a spark of curiosity in his expression. “An accident? What kind of accident makes you call out my name then?” He pauses, his tone softening. “Talk to me, Tamaki. I’m not mad, I just… want to understand.”
Tamaki’s heart pounds in his chest, each beat echoing louder than the last. He’s never felt this cornered before, not even in battle. He swallows hard, trying to calm the storm inside him, but his resolve crumbles under Mirio’s unwavering attention.
“You wouldn’t understand…” Tamaki whispers, his voice barely audible.
“Try me.”
There’s no escaping this. Tamaki clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he squeezes his eyes shut. If this is going to ruin everything between them, he might as well get it over with.
“I like you, Mirio,” Tamaki blurts out, his voice trembling. “Not just as a friend… more than that. I’ve felt this way for years, ever since you called me the sun. Ever since you made me feel like I was worth something. You always believed in me, even when I couldn’t believe in myself. And… and that made me happy in a way I can’t explain.”
Tamaki’s voice cracks, and he feels tears welling in his eyes. “I know it’s selfish. I know this will probably ruin our friendship, but I can’t keep it in anymore. I’ve always felt this way about you.”
Silence hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating. Tamaki braces himself for rejection, for the awkward laughter, for Mirio to gently let him down. His heart aches, already mourning the friendship he’s certain he’s shattered.
But then, warmth envelops him. Strong arms pull him into a firm but gentle embrace, holding him as if he might break.
“You don’t have any idea how happy I am to hear that,” Mirio murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. He presses his chin lightly against Tamaki’s shoulder, a small, content smile on his lips.
Tamaki freezes, unable to process what’s happening. Slowly, his trembling hands rise to return the embrace, clutching the back of Mirio’s shoulders as if afraid this moment might slip away.
“I can’t remember when it started for me, either,” Mirio continues, his voice steady now. “But I know it’s been there for a while. You’ve always been the one to inspire me, Tamaki. You’ve always been the person who makes me want to be better, just by being yourself.”
Tamaki’s tears spill over, his face pressed against Mirio’s neck as he listens to words he never thought he’d hear. This moment feels surreal, like a dream he’s too afraid to wake from.
Mirio pulls back slightly, just enough to look Tamaki in the eyes. “Will you be my boyfriend?” he asks, his tone both earnest and hopeful.
Tamaki’s breath catches in his throat. Overwhelmed, he nods quickly, unable to find his voice. “Mhm…” he finally manages, a muffled sound against Mirio’s shoulder.
Mirio beams, his joy so infectious that Tamaki can’t help but smile through his tears. Mirio tightens his arms around him, lifting him slightly off the ground in excitement.
As they settle back down, Tamaki feels lighter, as if a weight he didn’t realise he’d been carrying has finally been lifted. For once, he doesn’t feel out of place; he feels seen, understood, and cherished.
But then Mirio’s gaze shifts to Tamaki’s phone lying forgotten on the bed. His curiosity gets the better of him, and with a mischievous grin, he reaches for it.
“Mirio, what are you doing?” Tamaki asks, confused by the sudden movement.
“Just curious…” Mirio unlocks the device and bursts out laughing when he sees the thumbnail of the explicit video still displayed.
“Oh, this is what you were watching? And the actor… kinda looks like me?” Mirio teases, reading the title aloud.
Tamaki snatches the phone away, his face burning with embarrassment. “W-why would you look at that?! You’re unbelievable!” he sputters, burying his face in his hands.
Mirio laughs again, ruffling Tamaki’s hair affectionately. “Relax, I’m just teasing you. It’s kinda flattering, actually.”
“I can't help it. It was the only way I could let it out…” Tamaki mumbles, the apprehension completely gone, replaced by the warmth of someone who knows he’s finally safe.
Mirio’s heart races as he processes Tamaki’s confession. His mind spins, struggling to comprehend the weight of what the other has just shared. The tenderness in Tamaki’s words makes his chest tighten with warmth, and despite the shock, he feels an unexpected sense of pride. He’s not sure whether he wants to pull Tamaki back into a hug or give him space, but he knows the moment isn’t quite right. Instead, he offers a playful smile, trying to mask the surge of emotions coursing through him, especially considering his current state of undress due to his Permeation quirk.
“Well, I’m flattered,” Mirio says, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. He does his best to sound casual, even though his heart is pounding in his chest. The thought that Tamaki feels this way about him lingers in the back of his mind, stirring something deep within him.
Tamaki, still reeling from his own admission, can’t help but glance at Mirio’s form, now fully visible. His eyes linger, almost unknowingly, on Mirio’s body, his mind struggling to process the sudden shift in perspective. It’s not that he’s never seen Mirio like this before, growing up together meant locker rooms and shared moments of casual nudity. But this... this is different. This time, it’s as if his mind is fully awake, suddenly aware of every muscle, every contour of Mirio’s form.
Yes, he’s always seen Mirio as his best friend, the loud, confident, and ever-smiling presence in his life. But now, as his eyes trace the lines of Mirio’s chest, the broadness of his shoulders, and the natural strength in his arms, something stirs deep within him. He notices the way his skin glows, the way his body moves with an effortless grace. It’s like he’s seeing Mirio for the first time, not just as a friend, but as a man.
Tamaki tries to look away, his face flushed with heat, but his gaze betrays him, drawn to the way Mirio stands, completely at ease in his own skin. There’s a rawness to him now, a quiet confidence in his bare vulnerability that Tamaki has never noticed before. It’s almost overwhelming.
His eyes lingers on Mirio's crotch for a moment, almost unconsciously, before he quickly looks away, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.
Why... is he hard?!
Tamaki drops Mirio's belongings onto the floor, but neither of them seems to notice the mess. Their focus is solely on each other. Tamaki reaches up, his hands trembling slightly as he wraps his arms around Mirio’s neck, pulling him closer. Mirio’s hands instinctively move to Tamaki’s waist, drawing him in just as tightly.
Their lips meet again in a gentle, almost tentative kiss, clumsy but tender. It’s a series of soft, nervous pecks, a delicate exploration that speaks more of their shared uncertainty than of any expertise. They both know it’s far from perfect, but in the simplicity of the moment, it feels right. The warmth of the contact sends a flutter through Tamaki’s chest, his heart racing with the newness of it all. Mirio can’t help but notice how soft Tamaki’s lips are, a softness that emboldens him to press a little deeper.
Tamaki parts his lips slightly, his breath hitching as the kiss intensifies. His nerves twist and tangle, but there’s no fear in it, only an overwhelming sense of something falling into place. Mirio takes it as an invitation, moving closer still. The kiss deepens, slow and unpracticed, but full of raw emotion. Tamaki lets out a soft gasp, his pulse quickening as Mirio’s lips move with more confidence. The intensity of it catches him off guard, but it’s not unpleasant. It feels like it was meant to be, like they fit together in a way he never thought possible.
When they finally pull away, they’re both breathing harder than before, their faces flushed. Mirio’s gaze is soft, his eyes full of admiration as he takes in the dazed look on Tamaki’s face. It’s an expression that stirs something in him, a desire to protect this shy, beautiful side of Tamaki.
“Just so you know,” Mirio whispers, his voice low and warm, “you’re incredibly cute.” His breath brushes against Tamaki’s lips, sending another shiver through him.
Tamaki’s blush deepens, and he hides behind a small pout. “It’s... embarrassing,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.
Mirio chuckles softly, the sound rich with affection. He gently pushes aside Tamaki’s bangs, his fingers lingering against his skin before placing a tender kiss on his forehead. “Not when the other person is your boyfriend, right?” he teases, his lips curling into a playful smile.
Tamaki’s breath catches, and a shy whimper escapes him, making Mirio’s heart swell. The moment feels fragile, yet it strengthens the bond between them. It’s an exchange of tenderness, of vulnerability, and it cements Mirio’s resolve to cherish every moment of their relationship, even if there are still awkward moments to come.
Mirio leans in again, his lips capturing Tamaki’s lower lip gently between his teeth before releasing it with a soft click. Their breaths mingle as he whispers against Tamaki’s lips, the heat between them palpable.
"Don’t be so shy," Mirio murmurs, his finger trailing down Tamaki’s cheekbone, sending a shiver through his body. He places a series of featherlight kisses along Tamaki’s jawline, savoring the way the other boy’s breath catches at each touch.
I love making him blush like this, Mirio thinks with a soft smile, the sight of Tamaki’s growing embarrassment only adding to the warmth in his chest. When he reaches the hollow of Tamaki’s neck, his heart skips a beat, the intimacy of the moment sinking in deeper.
Surreal. My best friend, now my boyfriend. Mirio pauses, his eyes meeting Tamaki’s. He looks up for permission, wanting to make sure Tamaki is ready to go further.
Tamaki gives a subtle nod, his gaze soft and trusting, and Mirio gently guides him back onto the bed. He settles close, one knee resting between Tamaki’s legs, his presence warm and reassuring. Tamaki feels his heart race, not from fear, but from the overwhelming certainty that this moment is right.
Pressing their foreheads together, Mirio speaks softly, his voice a gentle murmur. “It’s all good, Tamaki. We’ll go at your pace. I’m not going to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Besides,” he chuckles, “I don’t think either of us is ready to dive that deep just yet.”
Mirio’s calm words work like a charm, slowly easing the tension in Tamaki’s chest. The feeling of Mirio’s reassuring presence fills him with a sense of safety he’s never quite known before. Tamaki marvels at how Mirio always seems to know exactly what to say to soothe him, and in that moment, his feelings for him only grow deeper.
“You’re right,” Tamaki says, his voice quiet but carrying a hint of a smile. “I know almost nothing about… any of this.” His admission causes Mirio to laugh softly, the sound warm and affectionate.
“Yeah, same. Guess we’ll have to gather information first? Hero Tactics 101!” Mirio jokes, a lighthearted grin on his face.
“…Too corny,” Tamaki answers with a shy smile, the nerves fading as he relaxes into Mirio’s presence.
And in that moment, everything feels perfectly aligned, like they’re both on the same page, navigating this new chapter together. They surrender to their desires, their lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. The kiss is tender, yet full of longing, each caress and movement drawing them closer. Tamaki feels as if he’s melting into Mirio, the sensation of his lips against his own overwhelming in the best possible way.
It’s a moment of pure connection, where nothing else matters but the two of them, and Tamaki can’t help but believe that this is just the beginning of something beautiful.
Occasionally, their teeth would lightly graze each other, but it only adds to the intensity rather than causing any discomfort. Mirio briefly pulls away, leaving Tamaki yearning for more, but his disappointment quickly fades as he feels Mirio's tongue gently brush against his lips, silently requesting entrance.
Initially hesitant, the sensation of Mirio's wet tongue teasing the seam of his mouth sends shivers down Tamaki's spine, reminiscent of his recent, solitary exploration. Unable to resist, Tamaki complies, parting his lips to welcome the warm intrusion.
Tamaki releases a soft moan, a testament to the pleasure of Mirio's tongue claiming his mouth. Eager to mirror the dynamic he had observed in the porn he watched earlier, Tamaki's tongue reciprocates, dancing and swirling with Mirio's in a passionate duel for dominance. Both are novices, resulting in a delightful sloppiness that only intensifies their shared ardor.
Mirio, enthralled by the taste of his beloved, hums in approval as their tongues intertwine. Seizing the opportunity, he playfully sucks on Tamaki's tongue, eliciting an even more pronounced moan.
"You taste so good," Mirio murmurs, momentarily forgetting himself. He notices Tamaki's labored breathing and relents, breaking their kiss and allowing their saliva to form a glistening bridge between them. "I was pretty sure you'd taste like Takoyaki," he jests, his cheeks flushed, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Despite the heat of the moment, Tamaki can't help but blush at Mirio's comment, playfully swatting his arm. "Mirio! Stop talking about food at a time like this!" he admonishes, though there's a hint of amusement in his voice.
Mirio chuckles at Tamaki's reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he has on him. Leaning in, he decides to explore further, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to the other's neck. "Don't worry, Tamaki. I won't bite... hard," he teases, his breath sending delicious shivers down Tamaki's spine.
Tamaki gulps, his heart pounding in anticipation. "Remember, I'm really ticklish there," he manages to warn, though his voice is laced with desire.
"Perfect," Mirio exclaims, his enthusiasm undeterred. "Think of it as training to toughen up your weak spots. It might come in handy during battles." And with that, he proceeds to lavish gentle kisses along Tamaki's neckline.
The sensation sends Tamaki into a flurry of goosebumps, and he trembles under Mirio's touch. "You're such a tease," he accuses breathlessly, trying to suppress his laughter.
Mirio's tongue traces a path along Tamaki's neck, eliciting a series of stifled gasps from him. The sensation is exquisite, causing Tamaki's body to react in ways he can't ignore.
As their intimacy deepens, Tamaki feels a familiar tightness building in his lower region, evidence of his growing arousal. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, his breath hitching with each expert flick of Mirio's tongue.
Mirio's teeth find purchase on the sensitive skin of Tamaki's neck, nipping gently before sinking in deeper. Tamaki's eyes widen in surprise, his grip on Mirio's back tightening as he tries to maintain his balance. "M-Mirio," he gasps, his nails digging into Mirio's flesh. "Not too... hard..."
Mirio hums in understanding, careful not to push too far despite the temptation. He keeps his promise, relenting on the bite and instead, begins to suckle on the tender area he has marked.
Tamaki moans, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him. The sensation is almost overwhelming, his nails leaving deep imprints on Mirio's back as he clings to him for support. It feels like every nerve in his body is alight with pleasure, and he can barely think straight.
Finally satisfied with his handiwork, Mirio pulls away, releasing the suction with an audible pop. He admires the vivid red mark he's left on Tamaki's neck, a testament to their shared passion, and can't help but feel a surge of pride. It's like a masterpiece, a beautiful claim on his lover's body.
"It's not fair that I'm the only one who's naked, is it?" Mirio inquires playfully, his fingers dancing along the hemline of Tamaki's shirt.
Tamaki blinks, realizing belatedly that Mirio has indeed been bare since the start of their encounter. Distracted by the rush of new feelings and emotions, he hadn't noticed until now. Unable to resist, he lets his gaze wander across Mirio's exposed torso, taking in the well-defined muscles and the tantalizing trail of hair that leads lower. Mirio's physique puts the porn actor he once compared him to utterly to shame; it's the result of years of grueling training and dedication, something far more impressive than anything he's ever seen on screen. The longer Tamaki looks, the more enamored he becomes, and without thinking, he reaches out to trace those firm, toned muscles.
Mirio smiles knowingly at Tamaki's reaction, enjoying the touch of his lover's hands exploring his body. He leans in closer, allowing Tamaki's fingers to roam further, savoring the sensation of their connection.
"Mirio... you're incredible," Tamaki whispers, his fingertips tracing gentle patterns over the hero's muscular chest. His voice is soft, filled with admiration and a touch of awe.
Mirio raises an eyebrow, curiosity piquing. "Really, Tamaki? Why all of a sudden?" He can't help but smile at the gentle touch, the warmth of Tamaki's hand against his skin sending pleasant shivers down his spine.
"I know how much harder you work than the rest of us," Tamaki begins, his hand still resting on Mirio's chest. "And you're not U.A.'s Number One for nothing. Your quirk... it has so many risks. The possibility of not being able to come back to the surface, getting trapped..." He swallows hard, unable to voice the worst-case scenario—death.
Tamaki's eyes are resolute as he continues, "But none of those risks stop you. If anything, they drive you forward. You've earned everything you have, and you're so... amazing." His voice cracks, and his hand starts to tremble slightly. All the worries he's kept hidden for so long threaten to spill out.
Mirio, understanding the weight behind Tamaki's words, reaches up to cup his cheek, stilling the trembling hand. Looking into Tamaki's eyes, he silences him with a tender kiss, conveying his own feelings of gratitude and affection without uttering a word. The moment hangs between them, heavy with unspoken emotions and newfound vulnerability.
"I'll be fine, Tamaki," Mirio reassures him, flashing his signature radiant smile. "Just like you said, I am strong, after all."
Relief washes over Tamaki's face, and he can't help but smile back. "Yeah, you're right."
Leaning in, Mirio presses a chaste, loving kiss to Tamaki's palm, leaving him breathless. "And don't forget, my sunshine," he adds, his eyes brimming with sincerity, "you're an amazing hero yourself, Suneater."
The blush creeps up Tamaki's neck, warming him further. Sunshine... Mirio had never called him that before. He liked it.
Suddenly, Mirio's playful side resurfaces. "But..." He trails off, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"But what?" Tamaki asks, intrigued.
"Well," Mirio replies, sliding one hand beneath Tamaki's shirt and causing him to jump, "As I said, if I'm the only one naked here, it's not exactly fair, is it?" He teases, his fingertips dancing across the warm expanse of skin, eliciting delicious shivers from the other.
"H-hey!" Tamaki squeaks, squirming under the gentle assault, his face aflame. "I get it already!"
Mirio just laughs, continuing his exploration, turning the tables and making Tamaki's heart race with anticipation.
Mirio slowly raises Tamaki's shirt, silently urging him to lift his arms so he can remove it. With a shy pout, Tamaki complies, letting the garment sail through the air before landing somewhere on the floor. His cheeks burn at the thought of standing almost bare before Mirio, his boxers being the last barrier.
A low huff escapes Mirio at the sight of Tamaki's flushed, toned chest, his earlier hickey standing out like a dark jewel amidst the rosy hue. He finds Tamaki utterly adorable, especially when he gets flustered so easily. This vulnerable side of Tamaki is like an addictive drug, a sweet torment to Mirio's senses.
Leaning in, Mirio captures Tamaki's lips in another passionate kiss before pulling away just as quickly. His gaze drifts lower, settling on the twin peaks of his lover's nipples. With a devious smile, Mirio flicks one with his tongue, eliciting a surprised gasp.
"It...tickles," Tamaki stammers, trying to sound displeased but failing miserably. His body betrays him as his back arches, seeking more of Mirio's attentions.
Mirio's chuckle resonates in the quiet room, a sound filled with warmth and affection. "Well then, let's train your tolerance, shall we? Time for 'Suneater 2.0'." He teases, continuing to lavish attention on Tamaki's sensitive skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses down his neck and across his chest.
"Y-yeah...your jokes are terrible," Tamaki retorts, though there's no real heat behind his words. In fact, he finds Mirio's random teasing rather endearing.
"Mm, you like that?" Mirio hums, watching Tamaki's nipple peak beneath his ministrations. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub, spreading wetness across the flushed skin. As if mirroring the effect, his free hand travels to its twin, his fingers dancing in teasing circles.
"Ahh... Hnngg..." Tamaki moans, his breaths becoming more labored as Mirio's expert touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. His eyes glaze over with desire, body quivering uncontrollably.
Feeling adventurous, Mirio switches tactics and lightly nips the erect bud between his teeth, eliciting a sharp gasp from Tamaki. His hand follows suit, pinching the other nipple firmly before soothing it with gentle strokes.
Tamaki's loud moan is muffled by his own palm, but Mirio immediately stops him, pulling his hand away from his mouth. Their eyes meet, and Mirio gives him a knowing smirk. "There's no need to hold back, Tamaki. Your cute sounds are music to my ears."
Mirio's words hang heavy in the air, causing Tamaki's cheeks to flush crimson. He tries to dismiss the thought with a casual shrug, but the concern remains etched on his face. "That's not it, Mirio..." He hesitates, biting his lip. "My mom...she's still here."
Mirio blinks in momentary confusion before nodding understandingly. "Right, I forgot. But you know she usually doesn't bother us when I'm in your room, right?" He grins reassuringly.
"Yeah, but...the walls might be thin or something. She'd definitely hear us," Tamaki points out, his voice wavering slightly.
"Well, when I phased earlier, it didn't seem like that was the case. We can still be vocal, just don't go too wild," Mirio replies confidently, giving Tamaki's shoulder a light squeeze.
A frown tugs at Tamaki's lips. "But...what if I sound weird? Or disgusting?" He worries, his eyes cast downward.
Mirio's expression turns serious as he cups Tamaki's chin, tilting it up so they're gazing at each other. "Tamaki, I want to experience everything with you, even the noises you make when we touch each other like this." His voice is gentle, yet firm. "I've fallen for all sides of you, so there's nothing to be ashamed of."
The sincerity in Mirio's words makes Tamaki's heart skip a beat. The thought of Mirio wanting him so completely sends warmth cascading through his entire body. "This day just keeps getting better and better," Tamaki thinks, a small smile playing on his lips.
Tamaki's initial dubiousness fades as Mirio's reassuring words wash over him. The fear of sounding unattractive during their intimacy still lingers, but the trust he has for his lover triumphs over his insecurities. With a deep breath, Tamaki nods, surrendering to Mirio's desire.
"That's the spirit, Suneater!" Mirio encourages him with a playful grin that instantly makes Tamaki's frown. Before Tamaki can protest further, Mirio dives back in, capturing a nipple in his warm mouth once again. The sudden onslaught silences Tamaki's complaints into a breathy moan. Mirio greedily sucks, as if seeking something from Tamaki's very core. His nimble fingers pinch and tease the neglected bud mercilessly, igniting sparks of pleasure that dance across Tamaki's torso.
Tamaki's hands instinctively fly to Mirio's golden locks, pulling him closer as he gasps for air. Each scrape of Mirio's teeth sends shockwaves through his body, and his moans become increasingly desperate. Their shared pleasure is palpable, consuming the room and short-circuiting rational thought.
Mirio's own arousal grows at the sight and sound of Tamaki's surrender. He can't help but find the moment endearing; his usually composed boyfriend reduced to a quivering mess beneath him, clutching onto his hair like a lifeline. He redoubles his efforts, eager to guide Tamaki through the uncharted territory of unrestrained desire. Their bodies synchronize perfectly, each gasp and moan driving them both closer to ecstasy.
As much as Mirio wants to continue savoring Tamaki's sensitive nipples, his own arousal has demanded more attention. Reluctantly, he releases his hold, leaving behind a wet pop that sent shivers down Tamaki's spine. Mirio's gaze drops to Tamaki's boxers, where his erection strains against the fabric. With a ragged breath, he suggests, "Tamaki, shall we remove these too?"
Tamaki's cheeks flush scarlet at the thought of baring himself completely. "Y-You might not like how it looks..." he stutters, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
But Mirio only chuckles, finding his lover's bashfulness utterly adorable. "Nonsense, I've already seen it earlier today. There's nothing to be shy about."
Defeated by Mirio's playful logic, Tamaki relents, remaining motionless as Mirio slides off his boxers and discards them onto the floor.
"What a sight..." Mirio breathes, unable to contain his admiration. Tamaki's body lay bare before him, a masterpiece of masculine beauty. His arousal pulses fiercely, a testament to his desire.
Feasting his eyes on Tamaki's exposed form, Mirio can't help but drink in every detail. The contrast between Tamaki's lean muscles and his own more imposing build is captivating. Although Tamaki isn't as bulky, his strength is evident in the compact muscles that define his form, a testament to his prowess in combat. Mirio's gaze lingers on Tamaki's six-pack, admiring the subtle yet striking difference between their physiques.
Noticing Tamaki's discomfort, Mirio smiles warmly. "There's nothing to hide, Tamaki," he whispers gently, placing a reassuring hand on Tamaki's thigh. "Your body is breathtaking."
Tamaki's attempt to cover himself only makes Mirio's heart race faster. He leans in closer, breath hot against Tamaki's ear. "Your beauty isn't just about strength. It's also about your radiance, how you light up any space you're in."
Their eyes meet, and Mirio's sincerity leaves Tamaki speechless. He feels his cheeks burning even brighter as Mirio's words sink in, and he's unable to look away from the intensity of his lover's gaze.
"I'm going to rub us together," Mirio informs Tamaki with a sultry smile, his voice dripping with desire.
"-!" Tamaki gasps as Mirio's large hand wraps around his erection, almost swallowing it whole. The contrast between their sizes is stark; Tamaki's cock appears delicate next to Mirio's impressive length.
Mirio teases Tamaki's slit mercilessly, eliciting needy whimpers and causing precum to bead at the tip. Unable to resist, he dips his finger in the sticky liquid and paints circles around the sensitive area.
"Mirio..." Tamaki moans, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Please...you too..."
Mirio chuckles lowly, his own arousal spiking at Tamaki's request. He obliges, positioning his massive cock alongside Tamaki's. The sight alone makes Tamaki's breath hitch. Mirio's member dwarfs his own, confirming his suspicions about its size.
With a firm grip, Mirio begins to move their entwined lengths against each other, creating delicious friction. The sound of their skin slapping fills the air, punctuated by their shared groans and gasps. Tamaki's body trembles, nails digging into the sheets as he surrenders to the overwhelming sensation.
Mirio's thumb occasionally grazes both their sensitive tips, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through their bodies. Their shared moans grow louder as Mirio pumps their entwined cocks with more vigor, his palm slick with sweat.
"Tamaki..." Mirio whispers, voice heavy with lust. He can hardly contain himself, every twitch of Tamaki's cock against his sending shockwaves through his own body.
Tamaki's breath hitches, legs spreading further apart without conscious thought. "M-Mirio..." he gasps, teetering on the edge. But just as he's about to reach climax, Mirio stills his hand, leaving Tamaki bewildered and aching for more.
With a ragged sigh, Mirio releases them both, instead gripping Tamaki's hips firmly. His gaze is desperate yet pleading. "Please, Tamaki... I need more. Just... let me rub my cock between your thighs. That's it, I promise."
Tamaki wasn't sure how that would work, but seeing Mirio in a very needy state made him nod.
"Are you ready for this?" Mirio asks, excitement lacing his voice as he watches Tamaki adjust into all fours.
Tamaki nods, curiosity piqued and desire pooling in his core. He shifts onto all fours, Mirio's strong hands guiding his hips into place. "I think so..." he replies breathlessly, glancing back at Mirio with a hint of anticipation.
Leaning forward, Mirio presses his torso against Tamaki's back, warmth radiating between them. His lips hover near Tamaki's ear, and he whispers, "I love you," before gently nipping at the lobe.
Mirio carefully positions himself behind Tamaki, his heart pounding in anticipation. He slides his throbbing cock between the other man's thighs, savoring the heat emanating from his body. As he begins to thrust forward, Tamaki's soft moans fill the room. The friction generated by their combined arousal sends shivers down Mirio's spine.
"Mirio..." Tamaki breathes out, voice trembling with emotion. It's been a long time coming, but hearing those three precious words finally reciprocated fills him with joy and desire beyond measure.
With each powerful thrust, Mirio's grip on Tamaki's hips tightens. The wetness from his precum and sweat makes their skin slide together deliciously, creating an erotic symphony of sounds that drives them both wild. The sensation of Mirio's cock rubbing against his own, combined with the pressure on his sensitive balls, pushes Tamaki closer and closer to the edge.
Gritting his teeth, Mirio tries to maintain control. He wants this moment to last, to cherish their first real intimate connection. But Tamaki's thighs clench around him like a vice, making it increasingly difficult to hold back.
"Haa... Tamaki..." Mirio growls out his lover's name, lust dripping from every syllable. His hips slam forward with increased fervor, driving his cock relentlessly between the other man's trembling thighs. The room echoes with the slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh, their ragged breaths mingling in the heavy air.
The scent of arousal permeates the room as Mirio's sweat-slicked hands grip Tamaki's hips, guiding them to match his own rhythm. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through Tamaki, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Mirio's hand leaves Tamaki's hip, traveling lower to grasp his lover's erect length. His fingers curl around the hot, velvety flesh, eliciting a sharp gasp from the younger man. As his hips continue their relentless pistoning between Tamaki's thighs, Mirio begins to stroke Tamaki in time with his thrusts, the friction building rapidly.
Each glide of Mirio's hand sends jolts of pleasure coursing through Tamaki's veins, causing his breath to hitch and his body to tremble. He can feel Mirio's slick precum coat his palm, making each stroke smoother and more enticing. Mirio's thumb swirls over the sensitive head, teasing the slit before tracing the underside in slow, torturous circles.
Tamaki's eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the sensations overwhelming him. His own hand fists in the sheets, knuckles white as Mirio expertly manipulates his cock, pulling and squeezing in all the right places. The pace increases in tandem with the tempo of their hips, driving them both closer and closer to the precipice of release.
"M-Mirio... I..." Tamaki tries to speak, but the words are lost to him as Mirio's grip tightens. His strokes become firmer, faster, guiding Tamaki mercilessly toward climax. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room once more, accompanied by the wet sounds of Mirio's hand working Tamaki's cock.
"I-I'm going to..." Tamaki stammers, fingers digging into the headboard as he desperately tries to hold on.
Mirio buries his nails into Tamaki's waist, leaving deep red marks on his alabaster skin. His own release is imminent, and he wants nothing more than for Tamaki to join him in ecstasy. "Together, Tamaki," he grunts, the tip of his cock teasing its target with every thrust.
Feeling the pressure building within him, Tamaki decides to take control of his own pleasure. He bucks back against Mirio, their bodies moving in perfect sync, each thrust driving him further into delirium. "Y-Yes!" he gasps, body tensing as they both race towards climax.
As the tension within Tamaki reaches its peak, he cries out, "M-Mirio! I'm going to cum!" His grip on the headboard falters as waves of pleasure roll through him, causing his body to arch instinctively. Eyes rolling back, he succumbs to the exquisite sensation of his release, cum spilling from him in thick ropes. Mirio mirrors Tamaki's response, giving a final, powerful thrust before releasing his own load with a deep, guttural groan.
Their shared climax marks the height of their intimacy, the culmination of their passionate encounter. Both men struggle to catch their breath, the intensity of their orgasms leaving them momentarily paralyzed. Tamaki collapses onto the bed, chest pressed against the cool sheets.
Mirio follows suit, landing beside Tamaki with a heavy thud that makes the mattress bounce slightly. His cock pulsates lazily, still hard and slick from their lovemaking. The confines of the cramped bed force their bodies close together, Mirio's larger frame half-covering Tamaki's smaller form. Their heavy breathing mingles in the quiet room, each inhalation a testament to the rigorous activity they just shared.
Tamaki murmurs breathlessly, "Nn... You're heavy," his exhaustion evident in every syllable. Turning his head towards Mirio, he gazes into those tired yet gentle eyes. A soft smile tugs at Mirio's lips as he deflects the comment playfully, "Blame your bed instead."
Despite their recent intimate activities, Mirio somehow maintains his air of innocence in his post-orgasmic bliss. Tamaki finds himself unable to look away, feeling self-conscious about his own disheveled appearance. Mirio's warmth, however, makes him forget about any perceived imperfections.
For several moments, they remain locked in this peaceful silence, simply enjoying each other's presence. Then, Mirio's fingers gently sweep across Tamaki's forehead, pushing aside damp strands of hair sticking to his face due to perspiration. This tender gesture brings a smile to Tamaki's lips as he relaxes further into the embrace, their bodies entwined in a post-orgasm tangle on the bed.
"Mirio, what happens now?" Tamaki asks, his voice laced with anxiety as he contemplates their newly established relationship. He searches Mirio's eyes, hoping for some reassurance amidst the uncertainty.
Mirio, sensing Tamaki's worry, offers him a warm smile, aiming to ease the tension. "From this point onward, Tamaki, you'll only continue to shine brighter in my eyes. We'll move forward together, never letting go of each other," he promises, conviction ringing clear in his voice. "We'll become the best heroes, saving lives side by side, standing proudly at the epitome of success."
"That's exactly what I want to hear," Tamaki replies softly, a sense of relief washing over him. He's adamant about maintaining their current dynamic, with both of them pursuing their goals without compromise. Mirio's continued dedication to their shared ambition reassures him that their romantic relationship won't alter their bond as heroes. "Nothing much will change, then."
"Pretty much," Mirio confirms with a hint of playfulness, "except for daily 'I love you's' from now on." The casual way he says it makes Tamaki's cheeks flush pink with embarrassment.
"Y-yeah..." Tamaki stammers, "I guess that's true."
For a brief moment, silence blankets the room, both men lost in thought. Then, as if drawn by an invisible string, they lean towards each other, sharing a tender kiss that speaks volumes about their commitment to each other and their shared future. All worries about what lies ahead dissipate, replaced by the comforting warmth of their love.