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Todoroki Shouto could be a little oblivious when it came to advances. The rather popular hero had a tendency to be blunt about these sorts of things. He was the object of a lot of civilians’ affections. Fellow heroes too. As Shouto raised in the ranks of popularity, he skyrocketed in every hero heartthrob poll. If the media ever brought it to his attention, Shouto would offer a brief ‘thank you’ before moving on, clearly uncaring about the spectacle.
Even worse than his utter disregard of his own popularity was how incredibly dense he was when people acted on it. Shouto could be approached by a group of fans, all shamelessly offering themselves, and Shouto would be none the wiser. Pro-heroes who would stay after a fight, raving on about how well they worked together and how they should team up in the future. Lingering touches that went completely unnoticed by the hero.
Every single one failed miserably.
What they lacked was passion, or at least that was what Inasa believed.
Over the years, the bitterness between them had turned into a fire. Flames of passion fanned by Inasa’s drive.
In their training years, their rivalry had been hot-blooded. It didn’t take long for Inasa to realize he was at his most passionate when he had something to prove. The rare occasion they got to work together, they didn’t squabble like their second meeting. They worked in union with each other, almost pointedly so. Making up for their past failures. To reconcile. To show off.
Well, perhaps that last one was just Inasa, but Shouto always rose to the occasion. Pushed himself just that little harder. Showed just a slip more emotion than cold rage.
When they hit the big leagues, the rivalry had been smothered out. Not for a lack of interaction. In fact, the pair saw each other more often. But focusing your competitive attention on a fellow hero over a villain or a catastrophe wasn’t exactly heroic. Neither needed another Gang Orca fiasco. No, they worked together smoothly, and as much as Inasa missed their heated rivalry, the passion only burned brighter.
That was what all the others lacked, because Shouto never dismissed him. Not again, at the very least. He spoke more, even went as far as to compliment and attempt banter, and while Inasa was aware he was likely trying to make up for past wrongdoings surely it also meant he had a chance.
Yes, as hopeless as it may be, Inasa had fallen for Shouto. How could he not when Shouto was the only one to bring out such passion in the wind hero? If anyone could win the heart of the dual-quirk hero, clearly it had to be him!
Right?
***
“I don’t like chocolate.”
Inasa’s body instantly tensed up, mouth wide open in his near permanent smile. Despite the frozen look of utter joy stuck on his face, he felt like the world was crashing down around him.
He didn’t like chocolate? He should have known that! When had he ever seen Shouto eat sweets?
The box of crudely hand-decorated chocolates trembled in his hand, still outstretched towards the other. He’d hoped, after another eventful day of passionate fighting with love-torn villains and criminals, now would be the perfect time to present his gift. Traditionally, yes, Valentine’s Day was the day women gave gifts to men. It was different though when it was too men, so surely this would have been fine.
But, no, Inasa had overlooked one important thing. Todoroki Shouto didn’t like sweets!
Bowing his head so suddenly and bending over dramatically, the box of chocolates were still held up perfectly. Even if they were rejected, he’d poured his soul and fire into these sweets! They were symbols of his burning affection!
He tried not to dwell on the fact his burning affection was shot down so callously.
“Forgive me! I will get it right next time!”
What else could he do today? Anything else he attempted would just appear rushed in comparison! Why hadn’t he thought of backup?
“It’s… fine,” Shouto offered, sounding off put and more than a little confused. “I’ll take them.”
Inasa’s back tensed up more, body rigid as he bowed lower. His forehead was almost hit the pavement at this point.
“You do not have to!” Though he very much wanted Shouto to. Maybe he’d even like them! For Shouto to enjoy something he usually wouldn’t because Inasa made them? The thought almost made the man vibrate on the spot.
Almost, because as fast as it had started Shouto had utterly shattered it again.
“Uraraka will like them.”
Just like that, Inasa learned the horrific truth; passion was not enough. He was just as susceptible to Shouto’s indifference as any other.
“That’s-!” Heart-wrenching, “wonderful!” Inasa hated lying. It felt so wrong. What else could he do though? He’d failed to give a more thoughtful gift and it was far too late to do something else. He would just have to try again. Something better! Something passionate! Something that not even Todoroki Shouto could ignore!
Inasa had absolutely zero ideas.
Bowing deep from the hips, his forehead almost crashed against the ground as he stared blankly at his feet. How the hell was he supposed to get through to this guy?
***
“We can’t eat that!”
Lowering the box slowly, Shouto frowned at the others. While chocolates weren’t exactly his preference either, he hadn’t expected such a brash response. Setting the box on the table, Shouto frowned down at them, trying to understand what was wrong. Sure, the little chocolates looked crudely made, but otherwise they seemed fine.
“Why not?” Not that it really mattered, he was just so perplexed by the reaction.
Like every Valentine’s day, Shouto showed up to hang out with his hopelessly single friends. Each year the pool of participants changed along with their relationship status, though Shouto never failed to show up. It was some tradition between his friends to celebrate ‘Singles Awareness Day’ and who was he to deny them? Besides, it was nice to spend downtime with old friends.
Apparently bringing chocolates wasn’t acceptable though. Funny, that had never been a problem before.
“They’re so romantic!” Ochako chimed in, along with a few muttered responses from his past classmates. “Look, they even have little hearts!”
Toru leaned closer too, ranting about how cute they were.
Shouto just sat there staring blankly. For people so venomously against eating chocolates, they certainly were enamoured by them.
“They’re not romantic,” Shouto brushed off, brows pinched in confusion.
“Who gave them to you?” Ochako piped up, looking far too excited about a simple box of chocolates.
“Just-” Glancing between Ochako and the other pointed looks from his past classmates, Shouto started to waver. “Just Yoarashi.”
The others shared glances, seemingly communicating in looks alone. Something Shouto couldn’t hope to translate.
“Oh yeah,” Kyouka chimed in, toying with one of her jacks between her fingers, “he’s got it for you hard, and you probably just blew him off, didn’t you?”
“Probably the only thing of his getting blown tonight,” Hitoshi added with a drawl, grinning in disturbing amusement.
“That’s not-” Closing his eyes, Shouto sighed in frustration, quickly shutting the box of chocolates. He hadn’t expected it to be taken so out of context. “They’re not romantic.” That was a ludicrous suggestion. “Yoarashi doesn’t like me. He’s told me so.” And Shouto respected that. He hardly had to be friends with everyone he crossed paths with.
“That was years ago!” Toru argued, slapping her hands down on the table and demanding his attention. “They’re hand made! He gave them to you on Valentine’s Day! Oh my gosh, even you can’t be this dense!”
Faltering, Shouto’s eyes fell back to the box, mouth open to argue and failing to find the right words. “That’s… No, he was fine with me giving them to you.”
“Was he?” Ochako questioned, leaning against the table. “Was he really?”
Shouto knew he was bad at reading a situation, maybe sometimes he got them painfully wrong, but that didn’t mean-
“Why would a guy who hates you give you chocolates?”
Taken back, Shouto stared at the sea of prying eyes.
They were right.
***
But what if they weren’t?
Staring at himself in the mirror, Shouto tried not to panic. The wood of his bedroom vanity burning under his left hand suggested that he wasn’t doing a great job at that.
The past month had been a mess. Shouto tried to avoid Inasa at every chance, but it was much easier theoretically. He’d always been aware of the man’s presence. It was hard not to be with a guy as loud and obnoxious as him.
Inasa had been just as overbearing as always and, now that Shouto was aware of it, he realized just how much attention Inasa gave him. For a man who sounded so scatterbrained and overly enthusiastic, there was always a sharpness in his eyes. Eyes that were almost always focused on him.
Even after a fight, with a crowd of onlookers, he could swear he could feel his fellow hero’s eyes prick his skin. It was ridiculous. Inasa’s rivalry had never bothered him before. Not for a very long time at the very least. Now that he could view it in a different light, it was so painfully obvious. Had Inasa always been so open with his infatuation?
Shouto could just barely catch the man’s eyes before Inasa would turn away. Always addressing media and civilians with extreme enthusiasm. Shouto almost felt paranoid. What if they were wrong?
It was too late for Shouto now, because he soon found himself falling hard.
He swore the universe used any opportunity it could to force the two of them together. Their agencies were constantly forced to team up and, by extension, they did too. Shouto tried his best to ignore the sudden hyperawareness to Inasa’s presence, it was detrimental to their work after all, but it was damn impossible when at one point he’d fallen and his fellow hero had been the one to catch him before he could save himself.
Being cradled was embarrassing and, once Inasa had made touchdown, Shouto had scrambled out of his arms and continued the chase. Still, he couldn’t exactly shake the memory of how thick Inasa’s arm was, or how tiny he felt against Inasa’s wide chest.
By the end of the fight, Shouto’s face was burning bright, and he had to blame it on the chase. The last thing he needed was to explain his own sudden obsession with Inasa to the public, or Inasa himself.
That night, Shouto had tried getting himself off. He was so pent up with frustration and sexual need, but everything felt wrong. Wrapping his hand around his cock, Shouto couldn’t help but close his eyes and try to imagine a bigger hand. One just as wide as his was long. One that would cover him entirely and, when he squeezed, it would make Shouto tremble and mewl.
And it was frustrating.
He’d never bothered to think of a certain face when he jerked off. Never really needed to. It was all about feel and suddenly it just didn’t feel right. And instead of focusing on his own body, Shouto was picturing those eyes watching him again.
A month Shouto struggled to get off. It was the most struggling and mind opening month of his hero career and, by the end of it, Shouto came to one simple realization; he was attracted to Yoarashi Inasa.
Which led to now. Why he was standing in his room utterly naked with an array of white and red ribbons tried along his body. Across his wrists and up his thighs with overly cute bows. A thicker silk ribbon sat snug against his throat, tied in a ridiculously cute bow.
He was prepped with a thick silver plug he’d bought days before keeping him nice and stretched, ready and overly willing. Maybe he’d never really been interested in relationships before, but hell if he wasn’t pent up and excited.
He was also incredibly nervous. If there was any day to make his intentions clear, it would be White Day, right? The advice columns he’d read had alluded such, along with the suggestion to dress up cute if he wanted a good dicking down.
Right now, after a month of unsatisfying jerking off, that was exactly what he needed.
His fantasies of Inasa had only gotten more vivid. More constant. The amount of times he’d woken up to morning wood after a particularly raunchy dream, or popped a boner in the middle of a fight just because Inasa’s agency showed up was annoying. Shouto had long grown out of letting personal matters get in the way of his fights. Of course Inasa had found another way to make him crash and burn.
Slipping a finger under the silk ribbon tied around his neck, he tested just how tight it was, all the while scowling at his reflection. If he was wrong, this would be impossible to salvage. Logically he knew he was right. With all the signs pointed out to him, it was glaringly obvious. That wouldn’t stop him from feeling nervous.
Shouto’s phone gave a short tune, and Shouto raised his left hand to grab it. Noticing the scorched handmark burned into the vanity, he quickly decided that probably wasn’t the best hand to use.
Picking up his phone in the right, he ignored the ice creeping up the case.
‘Inasa - b there in 5’
There was no going back now.
***
There was no going back now.
Inasa was ecstatic. Over the moon. As he strode towards Todoroki Shouto’s estate, his feet didn’t even hit the ground. Inasa had always had immaculate control over his quirk but tonight he was far too giddy to contain his excitement.
Todoroki Shouto had asked him to come over. Tonight, of all nights. White Day. The importance of timing was not lost on him. Especially when the streets were full of couples walking pressed tight against one another. This was his second chance, and he was not going to mess it up. Especially when Shouto had been the one to invite him in the first place.
Shouto had given him the address and Inasa didn’t bother telling him he knew it already. It was surprisingly easy to get access to heroes’ information. For fanmail, he suspected. Or at least hoped. But it was far more rewarding to be invited!
Inasa earned some curious looks, but it was nothing he wasn’t use to. Whether it was his boisterous personality or being recognised as Gale Force, he was use to drawing attention. The gust of wind keeping him an inch off the ground probably wasn’t helping either. Or the far too elated smile on his face.
It was a wondrous night though, and there wasn’t a thing that could knock him down!
Sending a quick message to tell Shouto that he wouldn’t be long, his smile faltered at the text he received in return.
‘Shouto - Doors open. Come in.’
Come in? Shouto trusted him to let himself into his home? Inasa had permission to barge right in?
Inasa’s prideful stride suddenly turned into a powerwalk, practically vibrating as he left a gust of wind in his wake. Close to his chest he clutched a bouquet of flowers; a neatly arranged mix of vibrant reds and pure white. Chocolates had been the wrong choice a month ago and Inasa was determined to offer something a little more thoughtful.
It was hard not to just launch himself in the direction of the estate, but he didn’t want to mess the flowers up either. He likely looked like a maniac at this point, speed hovering with a deranged smile stretched across his face clutching a bouquet, but he’d never cared before.
The Todoroki estate was impressive. Perfectly kept gardens and massive fences surrounding a traditional but massive home. It felt almost wrong to just barge right in, and yet thrilling. Besides, he’d been given permission, right?
Checking his phone one last time, he slipped it back in his pocket before sliding the front door open.
“Todoroki?!”
Stepping into the home, Inasa toed off his shoes, head whipping around to try and make sense of what was going on. The house was surprisingly dark, the lights lining the walls toned down to a gentle glow. It was almost eerie. Inasa was too thrilled to care about an unsettling vibe.
“Tooodoroooki!” Inasa yelled out this time, stepping onto wooden flooring, eyes darting around to take in the living areas of his long time crush.
“In here.”
He heard Shouto cry out, head snapping in the direction of the voice. Following it obediently, Inasa tried, and failed, to look half way composed and not nearly as excited as he felt.
This was it, he knew it. No more miscommunications. No more rejection. No more disappointment. He was going to show Todoroki Shouto just how he felt, and Shouto would fall head over heels.
Rounding the corridors, Inasa followed the glow of brighter light, stopping in the open doorway to a spacious bedroom.
Perhaps it wasn’t Shouto who was going to fall.
Freezing on the spot, Inasa’s eyes widened, mouth hitched open in disbelief.
Shouto was sitting in the middle of a tatami bed, propped up against white pillows and stripped bare. Bar the few ribbons tied over smooth skin decorating his crossed legs. His legs blocked his most intimate parts, but it did nothing to save him a little modesty. If anything, it only made Inasa’s mind race.
Inasa didn’t mean to drop the bouquet, but Shouto’s eyes followed after them passively. They were pretty, vibrant colours that matched him beautifully. He didn’t care for them in the slightest.
Glancing back up to Inasa’s face, he noted the man’s smile was stretched wider, and he was practically vibrating on the spot. Like he was trying to process what was going on, and was failing to put thought to words. At the very least he looked thrilled. Shouto’s face heated as pride welled in his chest. So far so good.
Inasa straightened up, eyes raising to the ceiling in a weak attempt not to stare. As if Shouto hadn’t laid himself out for that purpose entirely. Beads of sweat were starting to dot his face, and Shouto watched one grow fat and heavy trickling down the side of his neck. Fixating on it, Shouto was suddenly hit with the desire to catch it with his tongue. Lick over his throat and feel the strain of tendons beneath. A thought that made Shouto frown. What a weird thing to want.
“Am I-” Inasa started, his voice sounding strained and demanding Shouto’s attention again, “-suppose to be here?”
Shouto cracked a small smile at that, leaning against the pillows and tilting his head as he felt his soft bangs brush against his forehead. Inasa was massive, overwhelming, and stupidly desirable. Yet he still managed to be oddly adorable.
“I called you here,” Shouto pointed out, quiet amusement laced into his voice. He could swear Inasa started vibrating harder, looking far too pleased with that answer.
Truth be told, Shouto didn’t know much about these kinds of holidays. It wasn’t like he celebrated them traditionally before. Still, he had some idea of how these things went. Especially with some studying beforehand.
“You got me something for Valentine’s. Now I have to give you something better back.” Shouto didn’t like to think he was vain, but he hoped that he counted as something better than chocolate. “That’s how it works, right?”
“You-” Inasa’s eyes shifted back down, face darkening with a heavy blush as he struggled not to glance further down. “You didn’t enjoy your gift!”
Shrugging, Shouto glanced to the dropped flowers again. “You got me something else.”
“Right!” Jolting, Inasa started to bend down awkwardly, his entire body rigid. “I should- put these in something-!”
“Inasa,” Shouto called back, voice stern in a way that made Inasa visibly gulp. “Leave it.”
Straightening up instantly, Inasa stared at Shouto again, eyes flicking down to his legs before snapping back up to his eyes. If he were a dog, Shouto was sure he would be whining at this point. Like he was waiting for a command. It was cute, and he would have played with it more if he wasn’t desperate himself.
“Come he-”
Shouto didn’t manage to get it all out, eyes wide as he pressed further back into his pillows as Inasa practically flew across the room. There was a sudden gust of wind, snuffing out a few candles he’d laid out and rattling his curtains. But he couldn’t worry about that when Inasa was right on top of him.
Shouto’s confidence waned, shocked as Inasa was suddenly in his face. Thick hands were pressed against the mat, holding Inasa up and keeping him hovering over the other. His body practically blocked out the light, casting Shouto in his intimidating shade.
He always knew the man was massive, had felt it first hand when Inasa had caught him before, but it was different when that size was caging him in. Shouto’s knees were pressed against Inasa’s chest, and he could feel how solid it was. How it moved with every breath in. Suddenly Shouto was hyperaware of just how small he was in comparison.
There was an awkward moment of silent between them, Shouto still stuck in a state of shock and Inasa sweating harder than ever. Shouto could see every bead against his skin.
“Can I-?”
“Are you-?
The two spoke over each other, both their jaws snapping shut. Talking never seemed to get them anywhere. Why bother?
Reaching up, Shouto hooked one hand behind Inasa’s neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Even his neck was thick, the tips of his fingers barely brushing the other side. He doubted he could forced Inasa to move if he wasn’t so happily willing to comply.
Swooping down with the open invitation, Inasa kiss was a little too rushed. Too hard. Teeth clacked and Shouto had to pull away. He was too excited, and he could feel the man’s body shiver in anticipation.
Trying again, Inasa forced himself to be softer. Careful. But it was still so much. Swallowing Shouto in and making his head spin. His lips were fuller and chapped against Shouto’s perfectly smooth. Shouto barely had time to catch up before a heavy tongue was swiping against his bottom lip.
His fingers brushed across buzzed hair, sending a shiver through Inasa’s spine. Falling onto his elbow, Shouto’s knees were pressed back against his own chest, crushed under Inasa’s weight as his free hand gripped his waist.
It was heavy, like the rest of him. Long thick fingers curling against scarred skin. If Shouto wasn’t so caught up in the kiss, so prepared for what came next, he might have considered measuring their hands together. Marvelling at just how larger Inasa was when so close. There was something almost comforting being so small in comparison. Or maybe he really was just that thirsty. He wasn’t really in the right frame of mind to think these things through.
Inasa pressed in closer, his hot tongue pushing past parted teeth and savouring his taste. But the further he pressed, the harder he pushed Shouto’s legs between them, and Shouto gave a wheezed groan around Inasa’s tongue.
Pulling back suddenly, Inasa apologized profusely as Shouto straightened his legs out.
Shouto didn’t let him keep going for long. It was better when he was silent. Hooking his legs around Inasa’s waist, he pulled the man back down again, marvelling in the way his feet barely brushed one another.
A thick solid body between his legs... His cock throbbed at the sensation.
Inasa swooped back into the kiss gladly, those large fingers exploring over old scars and catching over ribbons. Dipping under and stretching, feeling Shouto up eager to familiarize every inch of his skin.
Shouto was no better, his hands falling to Inasa’s jacket and tugging, trying uselessly strip him bare. It was only now that Shouto really paid mind to just what the man was wearing. A white button up shirt under a black blazer and neatly pressed slacks. He must have been determined to get tonight right. What a pair they made; Inasa dressed to the nines while Shouto was only decorated in ribbons.
Feeling Shouto’s hands desperately pull at his clothes, Inasa pushed himself up and away, much to Shouto’s frustration. His legs were forced to fall apart, open wide and baring his all for Inasa to see properly.
His eyes gazed over Shouto hungrily, eager and drinking it all in. But patience was never his strong suit. As much as he enjoyed seeing it all, he was much more interested in experiencing it.
Tearing off his jacket, it fell limp to the floor before large fingers fumbled with this buttons. He was overly excited and shaking, and Shouto sat up instantly to help. Knockin Inasa’s hands away, he started to unbutton him himself.
Inasa’s hands fell to Shouto’s thighs instead, rubbing over surprisingly smooth legs and strips of ribbons. Did he shave? Wax? Burn the hairs away with his quirk? Inasa was intrigued to learn everything he could about Shouto’s body.
As Shouto pulled apart his shirt, pushing it down to Inasa’s elbows until the man finally pulled back enough to pull it off too, Inasa let his eyes wander. The light tuff of pubes trailing down from his stomach was a mix of red and white, framing his pretty cock, and Inasa was enamoured with the entire image.
“So many ribbons,” Inasa mused, beaming and staring lovestruck.
Cute.
Shouto’s hands trailed down Inasa’s exposed chest, finally unhindered by clothes. His muscles were less defined from looks alone, but Shouto had to guess that had to do with the difference in body fat between them. Especially when he dug his fingers in and felt the tight muscle underneath. He gripped Inasa’s pecs, marvelling at the bulge of muscle between his fingers.
His fingers slowly started to wander down, feeling over large abs before Inasa drew his attention back.
“You look like a gift!”
Blinking once out of shock, Shouto’s eyes flicked back up to that bright face.
Shouto never was good at flirting, too blunt and straightforward. He just blinked once again, face blank before he spoke. “That’s the point.”
At least, that’s what the help articles had told him. He was the White Day gift after all. Okay, when he thought of it like that, maybe it did sound a little narcissistic. His brows drew down in sudden worry, second guessing his own actions. Maybe he should have attempted to make chocolates too.
“Are you my gift, Todoroki?” Inasa spoke, leaning down to press his lips against Shouto’s jaw as he spoke. Unlike Shouto, he sounded almost sensual, but the excitement was still buzzing off him childishly.
Shouto’s mouth opened, voice caught as he tried to come up with a reply. Something just as teasing. His mind was drawing a blank, and Inasa’s fingers rubbing circles against his thighs wasn’t helping.
Trying again, Shouto spat out the first thing that came to mind. “Shouto.”
Inasa’s fingers suddenly gripped his leg, pressing in deep and Shouto half hoped he left fingerprints against skin.
Inasa pulled away again and, for a brief moment, Shouto could swear he saw tears in his eyes as he practically radiated joy. Not that Shouto could savour it when Inasa was pushing for another rough kiss. Their teeth clacked again, but he refused to pull away this time. His tongue was pushing past soft lips again, overwhelming Shouto and muddling his thoughts.
The hand braced against the bed shifted, large rough fingers threading through his soft hair and rubbing against his scalp. His other hand started pulling at the ribbons littering his legs, tugging and pulling a couple away.
It was over faster than Shouto would have liked, even if he was left panting and drooling. His tongue peeked out over his lip, saliva trailing between them before it snapped and hit his chin. It was both disgusting and hot, and Shouto found himself only caring about the latter.
Inasa sat back again, but his hulking size still managed to black out the light, leaving him glowing around the edges like a halo. Like a young God.
Shouto was more than happy to worship his body…
But Inasa was taking the reins, picking up a silky white ribbon he’d stripped from Shouto’s body.
Shouto swallowed the taste of Inasa, brows pinched for a moment as he watched, unsure of the man’s intention. At least he wasn’t until Inasa looped it around the base of his cock.
“Oh-” Shouto jolted, sucking in a sharp breath as Inasa tightened the ribbon around his base, snug right against his balls and began to tie a crude bow. It wasn’t incredibly tight, just enough that he could feel it. That the soft material rested against his duo-coloured pubes.
“What are you-” Shouto grunted as Inasa suddenly grabbed his hips, lifting them up and manhandling Shouto to raise his lower half. Shouto grasped at the sheets, eyes wide as Inasa grabbed his legs and moved them to rest over his shoulders. He was exposed completely right in front of Inasa’s face, ass in the air and shoulders still pressed into pillows.
Whatever Inasa’s intentions were, they were on pause for a moment. Seeing Shouto completely, he froze, his own eyes wide before Shouto swore they twinkled with delight.
Shouto wasn’t sure just what got his attention until he felt the brunt of his thumb press heavily against the silver plug. Right, he’d forgotten about that.
The sudden pressure made Shouto gasp, his knees hooking over Inasa’s shoulders as he struggled not to buck up at the sensation.
“You’re so thoughtful, Shouto!”
Shouto himself was flustered, face beet red as he suddenly felt overwhelmed. He hadn’t expected Inasa to hold back or be subtle, but he really was a lot.
“Though…” Grabbing the butt end of the plug, Inasa started pulling it back then pushing it back in, moving it inside Shouto until he was gasping. “I don’t think it’s enough.”
It wasn’t… enough? The plug had been the thickest he could find. Well… the largest sensible sized one at the very least. He tried to glance down, but his own body was blocking Inasa’s hips. Even if he could see, the man was still wearing pants.
Just how big was Inasa exactly?
Suddenly there was a tug at his rim, pulling the smooth surface of the plug from his puckering hole with a lewd pop. Shouto could only claw at the pillows and struggle to look up the expanse of his body. He was dizzy, head spinning and mind fuzzy.
The warm metal was quickly replaced, two fingers pushing between squeezing muscle and making Shouto jolt in return. His fingers were thick, stretching him wider than the toy had. Pushing down to the second knuckle, he could feel himself open and flutter around them. Two fingers together had been thicker than the toy. Thicker than four of his own. And all Shouto could do was push his head back into pillows and whisper.
“Shit.”
Inasa froze up, wide and eager eyes staring down from between his legs. “Is this okay?”
“God, please,” Shouto hissed, digging his heels into Inasa’s back as he rutted back against those wide fingers, “don’t stop.”
He’d been fantasising about this. Inasa had started it, getting these thoughts into his head. Like hell he’d be satisfied with stopping now.
With an eager go-ahead, Inasa’s fingers thrusted in suddenly, pushing down to the last knuckle and earning another hissed cuss from the smaller man. He stretched his fingers, scissoring slowly and feeling around. Massaging against hot velvet walls.
Shouto was just starting to regain his composure when he felt a tongue drag along the underside of his cock.
Cursing, Shouto squeezed around Inasa’s fingers, lust filled eyes flashing down to Inasa. Their eyes met, Inasa’s narrowed and fixated, watching for every little reaction he forced out of the other. Shouto felt his face flush, his skin suddenly too warm as he struggled to reign in his quirk. He’d long gained near perfect control over it, but he was quickly finding Inasa had a way of unravelling him.
His tongue slipped under the band of the ribbon, pulling it tighter around his throbbing cock and slowly gliding across underneath it. Savouring the taste of his skin and the open mouthed gasps it caused.
Inasa’s fingers pulled back until only the tips nestled in, rubbing affectionately over twitching muscle before a third finger started to slide among them. Shouto had prepped himself well to begin with, not wanting to delay this any longer than necessary, but it had dried a little. It was still there, easing the friction, but he hadn’t accounted for just how thick Inasa’s fingers were.
Inasa had been right. The plug hadn’t been nearly enough.
Easing three fingers in slowly, Inasa pressed doting kisses along the underside of his cock before licking his hot tongue against the head. Precum beaded at the tip, smearing against Shouto’s stomach, but Inasa was greedy. He licked along the slit, purposely dipping his tongue between them and tasting the bitter seed as Shouto practically mewled.
Hearing the adorable noise, Inasa’s ears flared red, eyes wide as he pushed his fingers in deeper. He looked like he wanted to comment, but decided he had better things to try.
Inasa’s free arm hooked around Shouto’s leg, his hand reaching around to grasp the man’s twitching cock and lift it to his lips. Shouto only managed a gasp before Inasa had sunk down the length, swallowing him down in one shot.
At the same moment, he pumped his fingers in deeper, stretching them to ease Shouto’s hole more. Prepare him.
The duality of sensations, the thick fingers and the heat of Inasa’s mouth, was too much.
He’d be ashamed of how fast he came if he wasn’t so far out of it.
Shouto’s cock rested on the back of Inasa’s tongue as it began to throb, cum spilling and dribbling down the back of the man’s throat.
It seemed to catch Inasa off guard, eyes wide and throat squeezing around the head of Shouto’s cock before he started to swallow. He’d barely got to have fun blowing Shouto before he came, but that was fine. Inasa would take whatever Shouto would give.
Hollowing his cheeks, Inasa hummed around him, milking his cock as it twitched and throbbed in his mouth. He couldn’t help but notice it was cool against his throat, something he would imprint to memory.
Shouto was shaking, his thighs clamping around Inasa’s head as he rode out his orgasm. He was panting heavily, frost forming from his lips in whisps. He was gorgeous, and even with a cock in his mouth dribbling cum down his throat, he couldn’t help but admire the man. His valentine.
Shouto seemed to finally calm, his hips lowering and thighs shivering as the bitter taste stopped building in the back of Inasa’s throat.
Pulling off the cock with a pop, Inasa wrapped his hand around it, rubbing it slowly and watching as Shouto jolted and thrashed in response. So sensitive.
“Inasa!” Shouto cried out, and Inasa instantly let go, fingers slipping from his twitching heat.
Easing Shouto’s legs down to rest around his hips, Inasa lent down again, catching Shouto in another sloppy kiss.
Shouto’s brows drew down, groaning in protest at the taste of his own seed in Inasa’s mouth. The larger man pulled back, laughing merrily as he pressed his face against Shouto’s neck instead. He could feel the smooth silk of the ribbon tied around his throat. What a pretty present.
“You’ve made me very happy, Shouto! Thank you!”
Shouto winced at the shouting, a hand coming down to pat against buzzed hair. He was still breathing in deep, trying to sooth his beating heart, but he still couldn’t focus properly. Not with Inasa’s massive body pressed against him.
“I didn’t- do much,” Shouto spoke between breaths, his hand slowly rubbing over the short hair. There was something addictive about the sensation.
“Nonsense!” Inasa argued, pulling back and robbing Shouto of the calming touch too quickly. But it was hard to be upset when Inasa was beaming so brightly.
“This is the best gift of all! Besides-” Grasping Shouto’s hips, he pulled the man’s ass up into his lap, rocking forward so Shouto could feel the bulge in his pants press against his ass cheeks. “We’re not done.”
Shouto was almost embarrassed by how fast his cock twitched back to life.
Letting go of Shouto’s hips, Inasa lent over him to reach of the bedside draw. “Is this where you- Ah!”
Pulling out a small bottle of lube, Inasa held it up like a prize. Shouto barely spared it a glance before his eyes widened, feeling Inasa’s fingers tug at another ribbon along his thighs and pull it free.
Shouto watched in interest as Inasa dropped the bottle, his fingers making quick work to untie red and white ribbons from his body. The man was too excited again, shivering as he collected ribbons and his erection throbbed against his ass.
Suddenly Inasa’s hands were guiding Shouto’s arms up, and he couldn’t find it in himself to question it or fight. He just let Inasa do as he pleased, quietly delighted at the wide hands wrapping around his arms and pulling him into place.
Head tilted back, he watched as Inasa guided his wrists together, then tied them together in another crude bow. He pulled them tight, the silk digging gently into his skin. Shouto gave a little tug, not wanting to unravel Inasa’s work but testing the waters.
He was too busy eyeing his wrists to notice the ribbon pressed against his lips until it was slipping between them.
Eyes wide, he glanced up to Inasa again, relaxing the moment that massive hand cradled his head and urged him to lift. Feeding the ribbon under, Inasa tied the bow against his cheek, and Shouto could feel the silk press against the corners of his lips. It was already starting to soak with saliva, his tongue flicking up to press against the fabric.
He probably looked like a mess if he had to guess. Inasa had already ruffled up his hair, skin soaked in sweat, and drool starting to pool in his mouth. At this point, he doubted he reflected the put together hero he was.
Didn’t feel like it either, if he was honest. He felt small compared to Inasa. Fragile. And he found that he didn’t hate it. He’d never wanted someone to completely destroy him like he wanted Inasa to now.
Hooking a finger under the bow around Shouto’s throat, he tugged a little until it pressed in the back of his neck, pulling him up just a little. Inasa lent down the rest of the way, peppering Shouto’s faces with kisses. Shouto tried to speak around the ribbon, drool heavy under his tongue as he tried to swallow. Inasa just continued, unbothered as he pressed one last kiss to his valentine’s lips.
Pulling away again, he grasped at his belt, hastily undoing the buckle as Shouto’s eyes widened in interest. He’d felt just how heavy Inasa was against his ass, but that was far from enough to judge.
Pulling down his zipper, Inasa raised his hips and eased his briefs down. Shouto could see his cock bulge against the band before it slipped out, thick and heavy and hard.
It was weeping, flushed dark red with arousal and cum bubbling down the slit. Shouto had imagined that it was large, but suddenly he was hit with the realization of just how big.
His cock was massive. Twice as thick as Shouto’s and long. His hands squeezed into fists, imagining grasping onto the pulsating member. How thick and heavy it must have felt. He doubted two hands would be enough to cover the entire thing. His hands, at least.
Inasa had poured lube into his hand while Shouto was too fixated on the cock, rubbing it in his hand warming it up before stroking over his length. Shouto watched as his foreskin pulled back over the flared head, more cum dribbling down freely.
Inasa was grunting, slicking himself up as he went on about Shouto and how pretty he was. Shouto couldn’t focus on what he was saying, not as he watched the skin slide back and forth over his head. As pearly cum dripped down his fingers.
Shouto’s tongue rubbed over the ribbon in his mouth, suddenly wondering if he could even fit that monster between his lips without accidentally biting him. His jaw ached at the thought.
Grasping Shouto’s hips again, the smaller man shivered at the slick hand against his skin. At the anticipation.
Pulling Shouto’s ass up onto his lap again, he felt Inasa’s cock rub between his cheeks, thick and hot. Shouto was burning up himself.
His slick hand moved from Shouto’s overheated skin, wrapping around the thick length of his cock as he pulled back a little. Just enough to see what he was doing. To eagerly eye Shouto’s winking heat.
Dragging the head of his cock down Shouto’s taint, Shouto felt the brunt head catch on his rim. Just the head alone seemed to fill it whole.
Inasa pushed forward slowly, easing himself in and sucking in a sharp breath as he watched Shouto stretch around him.
Shouto was moaning, hair a mess amongst the pillows as he soaked the ribbon between his lips. It was smooth and easy with the added lubricant, but he still felt so full. Amazingly so. From the look on Inasa’s face, it must have been a sight to see.
Inasa was grinning, eyes wide in gleeful wonder as he slowly sank in. He could feel Shouto throb around him, fluttering and stretching wide to accommodate his size. He was slow, enjoying the friction of Shouto’s ass and the way he opened up for him. The lube shining across his stretched rim and dripping down his ass.
Shouto wasn’t nearly as patient.
Biting down against the ribbon, Shouto growled, rolling his hips to try and force more in despite the hand still holding him still.
Snapping out of his fascination, Inasa’s eyes flicked to Shouto’s face, a dusting of pink settling in his cheeks. He’d never seen Shouto so messy and falling apart. His pupils were blown out, steam puffing from his lips now as his body heated up. Even around his cock felt unnaturally warm.
“I’m sorry!” Inasa shouted, sounding too happy to be sorry at all. He punctuated his words with a roll of his hips, sinking himself in deeper with a sudden motion. Shouto could only throw his head back and moan lewdly in response. “You’re just so gorgeous!”
Shouto’s fingers twisted in the pillows, groaning and shivering as his cock started to swell again. Inasa had to know what he was doing to him.
Gripping Shouto’s hips in both hands again, Inasa pulled him closer at the same time he gave a sharp thrust forward.
Shouto felt like he was split, shouting as Inasa buried himself inside entirely. He felt the thick base stretch him, filling him entirely as Shouto squeezed around him.
Inasa slowed to a stop, buried deep and holding Shouto still as he watched his face. Watched Shouto’s brows pinch and sweat drip down his forehead. He looked gorgeous and Inasa was torn between fucking him into the mattress and riding him nice and slow.
He tried to wait it out, let Shouto adjust to it, but the smaller man’s impatience really did get to him.
Rolling his hips, Shouto moaned around his gag, offering a muffled ‘please’.
How could he deny that?
Holding Shouto’s hips tight, Inasa started to rut inside him, barely pulling back before slamming forward again. Shouto’s velvet walls squeezed at the motion, his body tensing up as he gave pretty little moans and mewls. Shouto certainly was much more noisy like this. Inasa was happy to exploit it.
Pulling Shouto back with every thrust, Inasa’s speed picked up, panting and grunting with short and feral thrusts. Tears were filling Shouto’s eyes, pricking in the corners and adding to the mess of drool slowly rolling down his cheeks.
He turned his head away, rubbing against silk pillows to cool himself off. To hide. Inasa couldn’t have that.
Grabbing Shouto around the ribs just under his arms, Shouto only gave a startled yelp before he was pulled up to sit in Inasa’s lap.
His arms fell forward, resting against Inasa’s shoulders and strapped behind his head. Inasa’s hands were back on his hips again, lifting Shouto with ease and bouncing him on his lap. On his cock.
Like this, he couldn’t hide from Inasa. Couldn’t try to salvage some decency. He was moaning and drooling, eyes dull with overstimulation and arousal as he babbled uselessly against his gag.
Inasa was just grinning, eyes full of love and admiration as Shouto came apart. As Shouto came again.
His tight heat throbbed around him, cum painting up Inasa’s stomach and smearing between them. Shouto’s petite body pressed against Inasa’s massive.
Inasa’s hands moved around to cup his ass, pulling his cheeks apart as he slammed up frantically. Inasa just kept speaking, praising Shouto’s body. His face. How passionate he looked as he drooled and begged.
Shouto would drool and beg anyday if it meant getting absolutely fucked like this.
Shouto gave a short sob, ass squeezing as Inasa kept fucking him through his orgasm.
Inasa was no better, his voice straining as his thrusts became more disoriented. Sweat was dripping down his face, a vein throbbing in his temple as he got closer.
Shouto could barely make out a growled ‘I love you’ from the man before he felt heat pool inside him.
Inasa came, mouth hitched open with a loud moan before he silenced himself with Shouto’s lips. All tongue and teeth and sloppy moans. His tongue slipped over the ribbon, tasting Shouto as the man whimpered in return.
His thrusts started to slow, rolling his hips up into the welcoming heat as it throbbed around him. His arms slipped to wrap around Shouto’s tiny frame, holding him close as he milked himself dry. The pair were slick with sweat, and it was only now he realised Shouto’s body was rapidly cooling.
It made Inasa shiver, one hand reaching up slowly to tug and undo the ribbon tied around his mouth. Dropping his head against Shouto’s shoulder, he pressed his forehead against cool soothing skin, humming happily.
Shouto was panting, drool caked across his cheeks and hair damp and pressed to his skin.
Inasa’s rolls of his hips slowed, and Shouto felt a little bloated stuffed full with Inasa’s still massive cock and warm seed. Even after cumming, Inasa still felt thick and hard. He squeezed around him, smiling softly as Inasa whimpered in return.
There were hot lips trailing across his collar, whispered words of praise as they slowly began to regain their breath.
“The flowers are beautiful,” Shouto mused, eyes half lidded as he stared over Inasa at the discarded bouquet.
“Of course they are!” Inasa answered back without a beat, but his voice was far more laboured now. “They- reminded me of you!”
Shouto’s body heated up suddenly, and Inasa laughed happily as the man sitting in his lap hid his face against Inasa’s shoulder.
“You’re embarrassing.”
“And you’re beautiful!”
Sighing, Shouto turned to press a tired kiss to Inasa’s cheek, a small twitch to his lips betraying his affection.
“Thank you.”