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Weeks went by. Tamaki spent them in the on-call apartment above the Fat Gum Agency offices. He was, technically speaking, well enough to be on his own, but a small secret part of himself enjoyed the pampering even as the guilt from taking advantage of his boss gnawed at his very soul. He’d make it up to Fat Gum, he promised himself that. He’d ensure his hero ate well and put back on every ounce he’d lost rescuing Tamaki.
A not-so-secret part of himself was glad to take advantage. He didn’t want to be alone. Being isolated in that empty room had been too much isolation for even his introverted self. If he’d been home alone it would have been just as bad. Tamaki’s parents were both overseas on a business trip. Nejire and Mirio had work. Even though Fat Gum had to leave and attend to some agency matters he was practically on vacation and spent as much time as he could with Tamaki.
The on-call apartment was a shared space, but Fat Gum had designated one of the bedrooms as an Amajiki-only area. He emerged from it only when the other heroes and sidekicks were absent. He blamed it on his introversion and nerves, but he didn’t want them seeing him like this.
Tamaki had put weight back on, mostly from being properly hydrated, but muscle was much slower to return as he needed to not only maintain himself but rebuild everything he’d lost.
Fat Gum took care of that. He brought Tamaki carefully balanced nutrient-laden meals that were by and large, absolutely delicious. Fat Gum offered to bring Tamaki out to the local restaurants—all of which missed him and were more than happy to feed their little Suneater all his favorites—but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave the safety of his apartment yet. He’d have to one day… but not today.
Today he was feeling spicy. Not for food, but for something else. It was a strange something he was afraid to name. Something that twisted in his stomach and made his chest squeeze and his throat tighten whenever Fat Gum fed him by hand, or brushed a stray grain of rice off his cheek. It was the heat in his belly when Fat Gum brought that rice grain to his own lips and ate it… with the same fingers that had so recently been touching Tamaki’s lips.
An indirect kiss.
The thought was so immature, but Tamaki couldn’t help it. He wanted to taste Fat Gum’s lips directly. He wanted to eat every inch of him up. He’d kiss his lips, lick his neck, bite his nipples, and suck his—
Tamaki blushed even though he was alone and shrunk down deeper into the cushions of Fat Gum’s chair. Technically they were all his because the whole apartment belonged to the agency, but this particular chair was fat Fat Gum-size and Tamaki loved how small it made him feel to be sitting in it. It was almost as good as cuddling Fat Gum directly. The chair even smelled like him. Tamaki laid down sideways, curled against the back, pressed his face against the crease between the cushions, and fell asleep.
Hours later the apartment door clicking open startled him awake. Apparently, he was now hypersensitive to the sound of doors. Great.
Fat Gum walked in, alone, and stripped out of most of his costume. Despite being back in the field he was still underweight. He hung his jacket on a coat hook above the shoe cubbies and shuffled quietly towards a bedroom. Tamaki jerked his head down and pretended to be asleep—why, he didn’t quite know. It felt awkward to be alone with Fat Gum, even though they’d been alone plenty of times before.
Maybe it was because—along with the nightmare of getting tube fed at the hospital—he clearly remembered getting hard-ons every time he sat on or cuddled his hero.
Tamaki blushed and buried his face in the plush fabric of the chair arm. Fat Gum emerged once more, walking to the bathroom in nothing but a towel with clean lounge clothes rolled under one arm. Tamaki stealthily stared at the thin line of blond hair creeping up the underside of Fat Gum’s gut where it barely hung over the edge of the bland white towel. The plush cotton clung low on his hips and rolled with every step he took. Tamaki could almost make out the underside of his asscheeks peeking from beneath the edge as he walked into the bathroom. The door shut behind him, the latch clicked, and the shower’s susurration became a calming background buzz.
Tamaki was alone in the apartment… with Fat Gum… whose naked body was now being sluiced down with water inside that hot and steamy shower.
He could now name the strange unnameable something he’d been feeling: a crush.
Great.
No, wait, this was actually great! Tamaki sat up and clenched his fists in determination. He would prove he was grateful, he would pay back every kindness Fat Gum had shown him. There was no way Fat Gum would be doing all this out of kindness, Tamaki wasn’t worth that, so if he was taking care of Tamaki so well he must either be into him or want something from him.
Either way, Tamaki swore he’d deliver.
He carefully snuck into the kitchen and took out all the foods he’d need, then scarfed down his share of the snacks. Carefully he tiptoed past the bathroom and grabbed some towels from the communal linen closet; those were draped carefully over Fat Gum’s chair to help with cleanup.
The last thing Tamaki wanted was for someone to find evidence of what he planned on doing. The only thing worse would be to be walked in on during. With a startled swallow he ran to the genkan and locked the door. There, that problem was taken care of.
The shower stopped, but Tamaki had heard Fat Gum showering often enough to know that just meant he was soaping up his body. He closed his eyes and imagined what that would look like for just a moment. Fat Gum’s massive hands roaming and rubbing every inch of himself, lifting his cock aside so he could get his balls. Would Fat Gum be the type to give himself a few jerks just for fun, or was he all business while getting cleaned up? The sound of water came again and Tamaki startled.
Right! He was on a timer now while Fat Gum rinsed off. Tamaki retreated to the kitchen and began microwaving some things and reheating others in the countertop oven. It seemed like everything went off at once; the microwave and the oven chimed in succession, and then Fat Gum walked into the kitchen. He just had on a pair of black and yellow Fat Gum-branded sweatpants.
“Mm-mmm,” Fat Gum hummed, “Something smells good. Getting yourself a snack? I’m proud of you.”
Tamaki blushed, mostly out of habit. No, be decisive! “Fat Gum!” he declared.
Fat Gum stepped back in surprise. “Wow! So assertive! I’m impressed.” He walked forward and clapped Tamaki’s shoulder.
No. No! Don’t get protege-zoned. Come on Tamaki. He psyched himself up, shrugged out from under Fat Gum’s hand, and grabbed the thick but trim forearm before he could pull it away.
Fat Gum grinned down at him like he was proud. Tamaki swallowed, hard. He wanted to see that expression forever. “Wait. Please. You’ve… you’ve been taking care of me. But look at you! You’re still sm—” Tamaki cut himself off, Fat Gum was barely chubby and it would be rude to point that out, “—kind of small. Please, let me help you get fatter.”
“Tamaki, you don’t have to. I want to take care of you.” Fat Gum put his hand atop Tamaki’s, pressing it into his skin.
Tamaki—with his hand pinned—bowed and begged, “Please let me return the favor.”
“Kid…” Fat Gum said that cursed diminutive nickname. Tamaki was not a kid, he was a man, and he could take care of Fat Gum in all the ways that implied.
Tamaki manifested some of the muscle from the Belgian Blue beef jerky he’d snacked on and pushed. Fat Gum stumbled back. Tamaki kept crowding into his space. With his free hand, he manifested tentacles and brought the plates of food behind him. “Let me take care of you.”
He stepped forward. Fat Gum stepped back. It was a strange dance. Fat Gum dropped his hands from holding Tamaki’s. Tamaki dropped his hand to Fat Gum’s balls.
Then, the back of Fat Gum’s knees hit the chair and his whole body dropped. Tamaki pushed, keeping his hand on the soft bulge of two heavy balls and a chubby cock, and stood as far over Fat Gum as he could with his slight stature. He knew he hadn’t done that—manhandled Fat Gum into the chair. Fat Gum had let him; he wanted this too. In Tamaki’s improved but still frail state, there was no way he could actually overpower Fat Gum.
Tamaki straddled him, his feet lifted off the floor as he squirmed his way forward using only his thighs and the stranglehold he had on Fat Gum’s balls. Fat Gum bucked his hips up to ease the pressure, rocking Tamaki forward and putting them chest to chest.
They were both breathing hard, but Tamaki was in control. “Daddy, please let me take care of you.” He squeezed with the hand between Fat Gum’s legs and gasped when a hardening length kicked from beneath soft cotton. Tamaki drew his hand back in surprise.
“Ki—Tamaki I—” Fat Gum tried to protest but Tamaki quickly silenced him with a bite of chorizo cornbread stuffing.
“I’m just feeding you,” Tamaki soothed and inched closer, pressing Fat Gum’s dick up between their stomachs. He held up a hot takoyaki. “Say aaah.”
Fat Gum opened his mouth, presumably to protest. Tamaki shoved the takoyaki before he could get a word out. He shivered when Fat Gums's lips closed around his fingers. He bit back a moan when Fat Gum sucked. Tamaki brought his octopus-fingered hand forward and eyed the plates. His next selection was a shrimp shumai, still hot and steaming.
“Blow on it,” he ordered.
Fat Gum obeyed, then opened his mouth and waited. Tamaki couldn’t help staring at the pink wet tongue covering his pearly white teeth. He placed the shumai in Fat Gum’s mouth and watched him chew, then swallow.
Tamaki took the next bite and fed it to him, and then the next. Eventually, he ran out of hot foods and moved on to room temperature desserts. The miniature eclair was gone in one bite, and Fat Gum held his wrist to lick the white cream from under his fingernails. Next Tamaki took the final treat, a stick of matcha pocky, and put the bland cookie portion in his mouth. His lips rested just at the edge of the smooth candy coating. Fat Gum needed the extra calories, he told himself, and it was only polite to give him the more flavorful end.
It had absolutely nothing to do with finally getting a direct kiss from Fat Gum. Damn, Tamaki was so selfish. He was going to do it anyway.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips more tightly together. Oh! Oooh, yes. Fat Gum’s fat cock had moved from half-chub to full mast. His hero was so impressive, so large in every way. It took everything in him not to rub his smaller cock against it.
Fat Gum blushed and leaned back. Tamaki put down the plates and dragged himself closer until they were chest to chest, separated only by the thin fabric of his shirt. Fat Gum leaned forward and bit down on the candy-coated stick. Tamaki leaned too, shoving the pocky further into Fat Gum’s mouth until their lips met.
The kiss lasted two seconds. Just long enough for Fat Gum to chew, swallow and jerk his head back with a gruff, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Fat Gum… please. Let me thank you.” Tamaki let his hand go human so he could comfortably grab Fat Gum by the shoulders. Except Fat Gum was tall, even sitting down, so Tamaki also accidentally pressed himself deeper into that chubby belly that was still too thin. He swore it was an accident… this time.
“Tamaki, kid, you don’t have to do this.”
Tamaki frowned. What was Fat Gum talking about? Of course, he did! He had to show Fat Gum his thanks for taking care of him. He had to pay him back. Otherwise, he’d be admitting he liked him liked him. “Please! I’m doing this because I want to.” He silently begged for Fat Gum to understand.
Fat Gum sighed and shook his head, lifting Tamaki off his lap like he weighed nothing. “You don’t. You don’t need to thank me. You don’t thank people with se—whatever this is.” Fat Gum blushed, his cheeks reader than his favorite brand of hot sauce.
“It’s…” Tamaki frowned. He had a plan. Step one: feed Fat Gum. Step two: Fuck Fat Gum. But Fat Gum didn’t want to fuck him. Fat Gum had fed him and taken care of him… for some other reason? Tamaki had no idea what it could be. Unless Fat Gum liked him too. Come on Tamaki! Be bold. “It’s not just thank you sex. I… I have a crush on you!”
“You…”
“The thank you was just a pretext. It’s really that I want to jump your bones and feed you food until you’re fat because you saved me but the you saved me bit is just the feeding part the sex is entirely because I really, really like you, and I’ve been too scared to do anything until now when I had the thank you as an excuse.” Tamaki spit it out as fast as he could and closed his eyes tighter with each word. He nearly jumped out of his own skin when his ass landed on top of Fat Gum’s cock.
“You actually want this and aren’t doing it just because you think you need to pay me back for being nice to you?” Fat Gum sounded so stern. Like when he was chastising Tamaki for being a shrinking violet in the field. Shit, he should have made candied violets for Fat Gum earlier.
“Yes! Yes to both, actually, because I do want to pay you back in some way for taking care of me. You really didn’t have to.”
“Tamaki. You really, really need to get some self-respect. Be confident.” Fat Gum’s golden eyes stared into Tamaki’s very soul.
“I want to fuck you.”
That… probably wasn’t the response Fat Gum was expecting.
The silence between them drew out to an uncomfortable length. Indigo and amber eyes met in an unblinking stare. Tamaki never wanted the moment to end, except for the uncomfortable part. He opened his mouth to beg.
Fat Gum’s cock twitched, poking insistently against the underside of his balls. Then Fat Gum’s mouth was on his and his arms were crushing Tamaki against him. He could feel his thighs sinking just slightly into the pudge above Fat Gum’s hips.
“Fat…” Tamaki moaned into his mouth.
Fat Gum pulled away, “Kid, if you’re gonna get in my pants call me Taishiro, please.”
Tamaki choked on his own spit. “T—t—Taishiro-san!” he yelped.
“Taishiro,” Fat Gum—no—Taishiro slowly enunciated every syllable right against Tamaki’s trembling lips. He closed his lips and, after a gentle kiss, pulled away, “No need to be so formal, Tamaki.”
Tamaki melted like butter on the hot frying pan of Fa—Taishiro’s hot body. He dropped his hips so their erections rubbed through the cloth. They both moaned. Tamaki rut against the firm shaft placed perfectly to be used as a grinding toy. Judging by the sounds he was getting, Taishiro was enjoying it too. He let his hands fall from Taishiro’s—he was never going to get sick of calling him Taishiro—shoulders so he could grope his chest. Taishiro’s pecs were so squishy. He wanted to bite them.
His hand slapped into the table and nearly upended a plate. Ugh, now his palm was covered in takoyaki sauce. Before he could be too embarrassed Taishiro grabbed his wrist and stuck almost all of Tamaki’s hand in his mouth.
The noises Tamaki made, feeling Taishiro’s tongue lave the creases of each finger and tickle the webbing between them, were embarrassing. The noises Taishiro made were hot.
Tamaki just knew his face was doing that awkward scrunchy thing Nejire teased him about. His entire body was wracked with shivers, he couldn’t move or do anything other than sit there and take it, spread obscenely wide on Taishiro’s lap while his hand was sucked like it was the most delicious lollipop. He melted and fell backward.
Taishiro caught him. He released Tamaki’s hand with a wet pop and eased Tamaki back off his thighs until he slipped to the ground and was kneeling before him.
Ragged breaths raced through his body. Taishiro looked far more composed. Right, time to show his stuff. Tamakai quickly stripped off his oversized hoodie, placed his hands atop Taishiro’s knees, and pushed them wide apart. “Let me make you feel good, Taishiro.”
Huh. He’s never really seen Taishiro blush until now. He’d seen his cheeks pink with laughter, or his face red with exertion, but this was different. Tamaki wondered how many other expressions he could pull out of him.
With just a thought his fingers grew long, red, and their undersides coated with suckers. He let his fingers slither over Taishiro’s legs and wrap around his hips. Taishiro understood and lifted his hips so Tamaki could slide his pants down below his knees.
A thick, long, heavily veined, and uncut cock sprung upwards. It slapped the underside of Taishiro’s gut. “You weren’t wearing underwear?”
The only response he got was ragged panting and Taishiro’s piercing gaze.
That was a good sign. Right?
Tamaki barreled forward, “How lewd, Taishiro. Were you expecting this?” He let his finger-tentacles grow longer and spread wider over the exposed expanse of Taishiro’s bare hairy thighs and ass. He let them slither and twitch around his groin, framing his cock but never touching it. Tamaki paused when two tentacles curled up from beneath and around, making a cute heart around blond pubes and that massive member. He squeezed the bottom of that heart shape together, pushing Taishiro’s balls up and forward. They were so heavy. He couldn’t wait to drain them.
He had to taste it. Tamaki opened his mouth and leaned forward slowly, letting his tongue stick out just a bit. He manifested a bit of the protein he’d eaten earlier to make his tongue longer and more nimble. He let Taishiro’s cockhead dance across the tip of it, bobbing away every time he lapped at it because Taishiro’s hips involuntarily clenched. Finally, he squeezed with his tentacles, making his crush hold still, and wrapped his tongue around that gloriously hard length.
His tongue was long enough to wrap fully around, and he used that to his advantage by popping the head into his mouth and jerking off the rest—what little he could reach of it—with his tongue.
Taishiro gave a broken-sounding moan and bucked his hips up.
Tamaki had not been expecting that and nearly choked. He popped off with a gag and a gasp and had to shrink his tongue back down to talk. “Be good, hold still for me. I want you to feel good.”
“Too good. Tama-chan! Get up here. Wanna stretch you so it fits.”
Tamaki blushed beet red and accidentally let a little of his quirk manifest in excitement—slime and mucus leaked from his tentacles to soak Taishiro’s skin. He called him Tama-chan, like a girl. He wanted to…
“No. I’m going to make you feel good, Daddy.” Tamaki clarified. And then, in case his meaning was unclear, he dragged Taishiro forward and tilted his hips up. Tentacles shoved his thighs wider until his legs were splayed over the arms of the chair and his puckered asshole was on prominent display. Tamaki teased the entrance with the tip of one tentacle and watched it twitch. Taishiro was so hot.
Tamaki leaned forward to lay his head against the soft skin of his inner thigh. Taishiro’s body heat soaked into him. He leaned forward until his nose brushed Taishiro’s balls and inhaled. It smelled so good. Under the light floral scent of Taishiro’s soap—jasmine and vanilla—was a heady smell that was all him. Tamaki felt like he could get drunk on it.
He used his quirk to elongate his tongue again and licked Taishiro’s balls. The ragged gasp he got was reward enough in and of itself. Tamaki did it again, reveling in the feeling of loose skin gliding over his tongue and dropping off. Taishiro’s balls were heavy, their weight when they fell dragged down Taishiro’s cock so the underside bounced against his face. He rubbed it over himself, feeling the hard core beneath supple skin. He nuzzled into Taishiro’s balls and let them part against his skin before trying his best to slurp one into his mouth.
Fuck.
They were so big he couldn’t. Tamaki sucked one, like an obscene fleshy lollipop, and then turned his attention to the other. He looked up at Taishiro, unsure if this was doing it for him.
The look that pierced him to his very soul told him that yes, it was. Taishiro’s mouth hung open and he couldn’t take his eyes off Tamaki. In his peripheral vision, he could see Taishiro’s hands clench on his own shins, holding himself open for Tamaki.
Right. It was time to take things further.
Tamaki wormed one of his tentacle tips at Taishiro’s asshole. He felt it give, just a little. When he reared up and sucked as much of Taishiro as he could into his mouth his asshole tensed for just a second, then relaxed. Tamaki’s eyes rolled up at the feeling of his finger—tentacle—being squeezed. He used his quirk to make his fingers into what he was calling Vast Hybrid Octopus Hentai and squeezed out a little mucus from the tip. It worked, as he was able to slide himself deeper.
If not for all the training he did with his quirk—using Vast Hybrid and wrangling the extra limbs and sensations that came with them—he was sure he’d be overwhelmed. As it was he barely remembered to keep sucking Taishiro’s cock while squirming his tentacle deeper into the warm, wet heat of his asshole.
He let out a whimper when he felt Taishiro clench again. His hero was so strong everywhere . Tamaki needed him to relax. So he unhinged his jaws like a snake and used his other tentacles to massage Taishiro’s balls.
That worked.
Being deep-throated while tentacles and suckers pumped his balls in rhythm with the tentacle worming its way deeper into his guts left Taishiro just as tremory and whiny as Tamaki on a bad day.
Tamaki let loose more mucus to ease the glide, his tentacle was widening now as he thrust it just a little deeper each time. Unfortunately, he was getting excited too, and released it from all his tentacles. Well, that was why he put down towels.
Taishiro gasped when his crotch was suddenly covered in what was basically DIY lube from Tamaki’s body. “Tama-chan,” he whined.
“It’s okay, Daddy. Just getting you wet for me. This feels good, right?” Tamaki dragged his tentacles through the lube and stretched Taishiro’s balls slightly, just enough to be felt but not uncomfortable.
Taishiro threw his head back.
Tamaki took that as a yes.
He worked a second tentacle in. Taishiro was big, so obviously he’d need a big cock to make him feel good. And obviously what Tamaki was packing wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him. He had to make this good so Taishiro would like him and want to do this again. His own self-pity made him gag and he pulled off Taishiro’s cock again, spit still connecting them in thick clear strings. Huh, apparently the mucus was everywhere .
Tamaki shoved the second tentacle further in, feeling the tight grip from that initial ring of muscle squeezing him before everything relaxed into the soft slightly ribbed texture of Taishiro’s guts. He was so deep. The first tentacle had reached a dead end and it felt like he’d have to turn and snake through another bit of tightness to go deeper. He decided to go for wider instead. Tamaki stared, hypnotized, at the point their bodies connected and the clear-ish frothy lube leaking out with each thrust.
He remembered himself just enough to move his tentacles to Taishiro’s cock and jerk him off. The ragged moan he got was like the most beautiful symphony he’d ever heard. He buried his face in Taishiro’s balls and tried to lick them clean of himself.
Three tentacles went in and Tamaki was getting tired. He pulled back for air and groaned at the pressure around his poor fingers—tentacles—whatever. Taishiro saw his face and tried to help, he relaxed and clenched, and Tamaki gasped at the feeling like his tentacles were being sucked in.
“You’re so hungry, Daddy,” Tamaki whispered reverently, “Don’t worry, I’ll feed you.”
He tried something new. He narrowed his tentacles just enough to slip all five on his hand in and then thickened them, slowly. He could see the—
Oh fuck!
“I can see myself in you. You’re looking nice and fat, just like you should,” Tamaki moaned and lurched forward to lay on top of Taishiro and feel himself pulsing through his daddy’s guts.
“Oh?” Taishiro finally looked at his own stomach with Tamaki lying on it.
Tamaki slowly shifted his tentacles, mindful that a body as strong as Taishiro’s still has some limits, and felt Taishiro’s stomach roil in response.
“Oh! Tama-kun! Please!”
“Yes, yes! I’ll give it to you.” Tamaki concentrated and expelled mucus while slowly pulling himself out. He could feel Taishiro’s rim stretch and twitch over each sucker on all of his tentacles.
“It feels so good! I’m going to—”
No! Not yet! Tamaki wrapped another tentacle as tightly as he could around the base of Taishiro’s cock and squeezed. Taishiro didn’t come. Tamaki nearly did, at the sight of his hero gaped open when the ends of his tentacles slithered out followed by a torrent of lube.
Let it leak. He’d stuffed more than enough up there for his purposes. Tamaki breathed raggedly. His tentacles felt almost as sensitive as his cock. He was close too.
Taishiro moaned above him. He released his hands from their death grip on his legs and reached towards Tamaki.
Tamaki understood. With a nod, he rose and half fell on Taishiro, who wrapped him in a tight hug. Tamaki returned his fingers to normal and reached an arm between them. His hand brushed Taishiro’s cock and that got him covered in lube and precome, all the better for what he had planned. He took a deep breath, focused, and there it was. Tamaki felt lightheaded for a moment, giddy with victory. His cock was massive, thick, and long. Just the thing to satisfy Taishiro.
He wriggled down to line up their hips and pressed his head against Taishiro’s still gaping asshole. Thank goodness, he’d stretched him enough.
The flared head popped in and they both groaned. Tamaki slowly, carefully, thrust forward. He nearly screamed. If he’d thought the sensation on his tentacles was a lot he had truly been unprepared for the pleasure of having his cock in his hero’s asshole. He tried to arch his back but Tashiro pinned him close, limiting his movement.
“Tama-kun! What’s—I know that’s not your normal dick,” Taishiro panted onto the top of Tamaki’s head.
Tamaki blushed. “I-I’m not very big. I wanted to satisfy you—to be enough for you. So, I used my quirk…”
“Kid…”
Oh, fuck no! He was not being demoted to “kid”. Tamaki shoved himself out of Taishiro’s arms and braced his palms against his chest. “I’m not a kid. I’ll fucking prove it!”
He slid down Taishiro, ignoring the way his dick tried to kick despite being half-in Taishiro at the feeling of Taishiro’s cock lolling against his stomach. He was just tall enough to bend his knees and be at the right height.
His fingers became tentacles once more, this time without lube-secreting powers, and he pinned Taishiro’s arms to the chair. “Let me show you what I can do.”
Tamaki thrust in and saw stars. He bottomed out on the first thrust since Taishiro was so loose and full of lube. It gushed out, soaking Tamaki’s legs and Taishiro’s pants on the floor.
Oops.
He fucked into Taishiro, hard and fast. His breath came in ragged gasps. He was too close. He’d come too close to the edge while fingering—tentacle fucking—him. He was about to…
“Tama-kun. More. So good.”
Taishiro’s honesty pulled the same from Tamaki’s chest. “I love you!”
Hands grabbed his tentacles in a desperate attempt to pull him into a hug. “I—ah—I love you too. Ah!”
Taishiro came. His cum spurted out so forcefully it splashed against the underside of Tamaki’s chin and nearly went up his nose. The second kick of his cock had an arc of thick white come landing on Taishiro’s chest and stomach.
The sight of his hero losing himself so completely, his face scrunched in pleasure, after admitting he loved him—he loved him—made Tamaki come as well. His massive cock kicked as he filled Taishiro up with yet more of himself.
The world went white, like come.
Tamaki collapsed forward and tried to breathe. That was all he could manage.
Taishiro let him. His heaving breaths lifted Tamaki like he was riding a horse on a merry-go-round. Tamaki released his quirk and let his fingers shrink down and regrow their bones. His cock shrank and fell out of Taishiro’s ass, pushed by a wave of clenching muscles and lube. He could hear the squelch and wet splatter of the mess against the floor.
He hadn’t put towels there… too late now.
Taishiro pulled him up higher to give him a proper hug. “Love you, Tama-kun. My little Suneater.”
Tamaki moaned at the name, at the affection, at everything. Everything included Taishiro’s half-hard cock rubbing against his balls and ass with each breath. Rubbing was a bit of a strong word, it was more like gliding through a slimy mix of mess and mucus. He’d made so much lube.
“We’re so messy,” Tamaki moaned. Regrets began to creep through the post-orgasmic haze.
“Let me clean you up then.”
T-t-t-tai—” Tamaki’s protest was swallowed along with his cock.
Faster than he could react Taishiro flipped him over and dragged his hips up to his mouth. Tamaki’s hands slammed onto the top of the chair because he needed to grip onto something while Taishiro sucked every hint of lube and come off his oversensitive cock.
“Too much. So much. Please stop!”
Taishiro opened his mouth and mumbled around what was barely a mouthful of cock, “Just endure it a little longer, Tama-kun.”
Tamaki whined. Taishiro sucked. Tamaki came again.
Taishiro swallowed down every last drop.
Tamaki gasped and squirmed, now completely oversensitive and feeling like a raw exposed nerve. Taishiro’s mouth was a searing flame, his fingers digging into Tamaki’s hips and ass were lighting. Tamaki flailed like he’d been electrocuted and screamed. His hands lightly smacked Tashiro’s shoulders as he pulled away, then twitched and spasmed against his chest.
Tasishiro laughed, and the rumbling against his front was too much and made Tamaki moan.
Thankfully there was no more sex. With Taishiro still only chubby, he and Tamaki cuddled together comfortably on his chair. Tamaki let himself melt against his side for a long and blissful eternity.
Eventually, reality penetrated. Self-consciousness returned.
“Was I good?” he asked in a timid voice.
Taishiro grinned and hugged him tighter to his side. Tamaki almost swore he heard a whispered, “There’s my boy.” But when he looked up Taishiro just kissed his forehead.
“You’re the best. Thank you for the meal.”