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Tamaki shivered as Mirio undressed him. His entire body was burning up from the embarrassment, from the hungry look in Mirio's eyes, from the way his hands graced over his skin like he was precious.
"Beautiful," Mirio whispered, like he hadn't really meant to say it at all, and Tamaki whined.
"Mirio, please," he mumbled, hiding his face in his boyfriend's chest. So far he was down to just his briefs, his sweatpants bunched around his ankles. He almost longed for the hoodie that could envelope him and hide him from the world, but he wasn't sure where it went when Mirio took it off of him.
Mirio kissed his temple. "Please, what, Tamaki?" he encouraged.
"Please stop staring at me, just..." he huffed. "I don't know."
Mirio chuckled. "Do you want to sit on my face?" he asked—moreso invited, really.
Tamaki ducked his head. "Ah- I- I um- you can do what you want," he said nervously.
"As can you," Mirio said, passing his thumbs over Tamaki's cheekbones.
Tamaki puffed a breath and nodded. "Yeah, o-okay."
Mirio kissed him and dropped his hands to Tamaki's thighs, lifting him with ease.
Tamaki yelped, which only added to his embarrassment. Mirio carried him further onto the bed and laid down, sitting Tamaki on his chest.
"Such a pretty boy," he said, running his big hands over Tamaki's thighs and massaging into the soft fat. "You're so handsome, Tamaki."
Tamaki huffed and turned his head to the side to avoid Mirio's gaze.
Mirio hummed with a smile and trailed his hands up Tamaki's sides to smooth over the scars beneath his chest. "Come here," Mirio said.
Tamaki didn't hesitate before leaning down to Mirio's face. Those big hands cupped his face and his smile turned to a mischievous grin.
"Say it."
"Um, s-say what?"
"Say you're handsome."
"...You're handsome."
"Tamaki!" Mirio huffed. "Say I'm handsome, then."
Tamaki struggled to force down a grin of his own. "You're handsome."
Mirio pouted. "Stooop, you know what I want."
Tamaki smiled and kissed Mirio, whose tension melted just slightly. "I'm handsome."
Mirio beamed and kissed him again. "Yes, you are! You're the most handsome boy I've ever seen."
Tamaki flustered and hid his face in Mirio's shoulder. "Okay," he breathed.
Mirio rubbed his back consolingly. "Thank you, baby."
Tamaki only hummed and tucked his face closer.
Mirio laughed. "Now, how about you scoot up here and..." he trailed off, hooking his index fingers into the waistband of Tamaki's briefs. "I'll take good care of my favorite baby boy," he finished under his breath, but Tamaki could hear him, as evidenced by the full-body shudder that ran through him.
He hesitated for just a moment before raising himself up to hover over Mirio's face. He flushed at the way Mirio looked at him.
Mirio leaned up and pressed a kiss to the front of his briefs, right above his cunt. Tamaki whined shakily. "So beautiful, all for me."
Slowly, he pulled Tamaki's briefs down and kissed his mound. His hair was trimmed but still fluffy, so it couldn't have been a soft kiss, but Mirio didn't seem to care, just kissed down his cunt until he was nosing at Tamaki's clit.
He hooked his hands around Tamaki's thighs and eased him down with him while he leaned back onto the pillows until Tamaki was fully seated on his face.
He blinked up at him, smiling at the way he seemed so overwhelmed already. "I've got you, baby boy, I'm gonna take good care of you."
Tamaki nodded, his lip between his teeth and his bangs in his face.
Mirio ran his tongue along Tamaki's pussy, spreading him open and smoothing his slick along his clit.
Tamaki hissed above him, bracing a hand on the wall. Mirio grinned and kissed his clit, suckling on the nub gently. Tamaki gasped and shivered, his thighs tensing.
Mirio licked along his cunt once more, making Tamaki groan quietly, but the groan extended and became louder when he licked into Tamaki's pussy, lapping at his hole until it relaxed and he could slip in.
"Wanna try something with my quirk," Mirio warned, eyeing Tamaki. "Is that okay?"
Tamaki looked puzzled, but nodded. "Y-yeah, go ahead."
Mirio used his quirk to literally go through Tamaki and lick further into his pussy.
Tamaki startled with a fucked-out moan, a hand immediately coming down to grip at Mirio's hair and yank him closer as he rolled his hips.
Mirio found his sweet spot soon enough. He tongued at the glans with a passion, lighting Tamaki's nerves on blissful fire.
Tamaki gasped and writhed, his breath hitching high with each lick. "Ah! F-feels so w-wweird- mm!"
Mirio prodded it with more fervor, raising his hand to rub furiously at Tamaki's clit with his thumb.
"Oh- oh fuuuck, Mirio, 'm gonna come- ah! Ah! Yes, yes, yes-"
Tamaki's body and voice tensed as he was shoved to the edge.
And Mirio stopped.
His tongue pistoned into Tamaki, but he avoided his g-spot each time. His thumb also slowed, barely gracing the sensitive nub.
"Please- please don't stop, please let me come- wanna come so bad, Mirio- fuck, fuck, Mirio!"
It was like he was teetering on the edge for eternity. Mirio switched places with his hand to lap at Tamaki's clit and finger him with more direction, having more focus. He bobbed his head lightly with his sucks before letting go and flicking at it with his tongue.
Then, he put more passion into it, rubbing against Tamaki's clit from both inside and out.
Tamaki jumped, his thighs squeezed Mirio's skull, and he cried out.
"Agh- c-coming-"
Tamaki seized, grinding onto Mirio's tongue and bouncing back onto his fingers. Pleasure rolled through him like a tidal wave, crashing and pulling him in, making his mind go fuzzy and his ears start to ring.
Through his haze, he thought he could feel tears pooling in his eyes.
Mirio watched him in awe as he moved, his fat shaking in waves almost hypnotizing. "Beautiful," he whispered to himself.
Tamaki's face was even better, finally relaxed and blissed out compared to his usually tense expression. He was gorgeous like this, panting and crying openly into the air.
"My love," Mirio murmured without properly realizing, sucking tiny kisses into his boyfriend's inner thigh as he came down.
He rubbed every inch of skin he could reach, massaging his thighs and lower back and squeezing at his ass and hips.
Tamaki huffed a sigh and blinked those beautiful eyes open to see Mirio. They were shiny with tears and love and Mirio reached up for him just as Tamaki leaned down.
They kissed soft and sweet, Tamaki rubbing excess slick and spit from Mirio's cheeks while the man pet through his hair.
"You edged me," he pouted. "Don't do that. I almost strangled you."
"You're just so beautiful when you come," Mirio defended, smiling up at a scoffing Tamaki. "But I won't do it again. Besides, you're beautiful all the time. My beautiful baby boy."
Tamaki scrunched his nose in slight discomfort before kissing him again. "Hush."
Mirio laughed against Tamaki's lips. "Okay, handsome."