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When Tsunagu had first entered the heroic industry, he never would had dreamed he would take time away from work to give head in a closet that was almost too small to fit inside comfortably.
But as it was, he realized that he had been too rigid with his own expectations.
Heroes had sex all the time, even between battles. It was a very stressful job, and the long working hours made it impossible for some to have a normal relationship outside of it.
The only thing that might be strange about his situation, at least to a fellow hero, was his exclusiveness to a certain man many assumed to be completely uninterested in sex.
It was interesting, how one's professional attitude was enough for them to speculate on their sexual preferences.
Regardless, Tsunagu had no time to ponder on how silly he found this view of Shinya. His partner was the one who had sought him out, restless over a meeting they were to attend in only an hour's time.
It was how Tsunagu ended up on his knees, his partner's cock settled into his mouth. There were a convenient stack of boxes against the wall, which gave Shinya the perfect seat to enjoy a little relaxation before being forced to interact with heroes he was not well acquainted with.
It was also beneficial to Tsunagu, who did not have to work around their extreme height difference. It allowed him to give Shinya his full attention, which was especially important with a time constraint looming in the background.
He was unable to speak or look up, but he knew he was doing more than an adequate job. Shinya had a tight grasp on his hair, which only grew more harsh as he tried to stop himself from reacting too loudly.
All Tsunagu could do in response was to use his tongue more, just in the way Shinya liked. He also gripped his hips even tighter, knowing that he would leave bruises that his partner would admire the next day.
"Oh, fuck..." Shinya uttered, his voice shaking as Tsunagu focused directly on the tip of his cock. "You..."
He cut himself off, moaning despite his best efforts. His nails grazed Tsunagu's scalp, but it did not distract him in the least. It only motivated him more, knowing he was causing such a reaction so quickly.
Making Shinya beg for release was among his favorite activities, but he had to be quick this time. It was the reality of their career, that anything they did on the clock had to be brief.
But he was determined to make it count, so he began to hum lightly against the twitching cock. It was a simple technique for someone like him, but he knew he could make it count with just the right application.
He knew, a moment beforehand, that Shinya was reaching his breaking point. He had not attempted to restrain himself, being just as aware of how quick they had to be. He let out another sharp moan as he let go of Tsunagu's hair entirely, only for him to come hard as Tsunagu continued.
Immediately after, it almost felt as if Shinya's cock had disappeared. It used to be jarring for Tsunagu to feel, but he simply released him, because he would be too sensitive for even the lightest touch now.
He pulled back, finally getting a good look at Shinya, who was unable to maintain his manipulations any longer. His cock was glistering with saliva and fluid, though he did not produce enough for Tsunagu to properly swallow.
That was only a faint afterthought, because he was much more interested in looking Shinya in the face as he enjoyed the release he had given him.
He noticed how Shinya braced himself by his hands on the box. He was breathing heavily, his hair having fallen down from his lost of control. He looked and felt as if he might fall over, a reaction he nearly always had when he was the one feeling the physical benefits.
Tsunagu knew his grip on his hips might be the only thing keeping him upright, so he stood and grabbed his shoulders instead. He had stood too quickly and the world became unfocused, causing him to grip Shinya tighter to steady himself.
Just a few seconds later, they made direct eye contact. The look he received made Tsunagu freeze, as if it were the first time he had gazed at his uncovered face for the first time.
His partner was flushed, his hair freely flowing as if he were a professional model. The light stubble mustache he sported was something Tsunagu never thought he would be attractive to, but it served to enhance all of his perfect features.
He felt overwhelmed, and he could not decide which feature of his was the most pleasant.
Shinya was beautiful, and he had no time to properly express it.
Tsunagu released one of his shoulders, resting his hand against his partner's face. He was incapable of leaving Shinya with nothing, so he spoke as clearly as he could, despite time forcing him to keep his praise simple.
"You look absolutely stunning," he spoke softly, stroking the side of his head. "You were perfect, letting me adjust your tension like this."
Shinya's eyes widened as he spoke, his breathing leveling out by the time he finished. His lips twitched, but his eyes narrow before he could truly smile.
"I should be the one singing you praises," he responded, narrowing his eyes. "You outdid yourself, and in such little time too..."
He glanced at the wall, the embarrassment and shame obvious to Tsunagu, who knew exactly what the problem was.
He felt a mild sense of annoyance, though not at his partner. He wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but they were running out of time. He still had to fix their costumes, and the trip to the agency holding the meeting would take at least ten minutes by foot.
It was enough to make Tsunagu anxious, but he steadied himself with a deep breath. He could fix them up and comfort Shinya, because multitasking came easily to him.
He took out his simple comb, the one he always carried in his jacket pocket. He would worry about his own appearance later, as Shinya required more effort to keep his hair looking as perfect as they both wanted.
He pressed the comb against him, and Shinya did not look surprised as he began to carefully comb through his long locks. He untangled a few tiny knots with his quirk, because Shinya needed his hair treated as gently as possible.
"It's alright," he said as he worked, enjoying himself despite having to move quickly. "You have to conserve your energy for the meeting, and you don't have to say a single word for me to know that you appreciate all that I do for you."
He spoke honestly, knowing himself as much as he knew Shinya. He did not need the exact same treatment, preferring to see the results of his care instead of being told so directly.
Shinya's shoulders relaxed as he neared finishing, his eyes still burning into the wall. "...I wish I could, because your words make me feel so wonderful, even if..."
He trailed off, his jaw snapping shut.
Tsunagu knew exactly what he might had said, from years of building a life with him. He could easily imagine how vicious his words would had sounded, dripping with the doubt only someone who grew up unloved could carry.
He would loathe to hear it from anyone, let alone the wonderful, thoughtful man who allowed him such exclusive access to his thoughts and feelings.
An idea formed quickly, but it was not one he could implement now. Not only was their time almost out, they hardly had anything that could be useful when they were intimate. Perhaps they could get creative, but he did not want to be restricted when it was Shinya's self esteem on the line.
Shinya's hair was now perfectly neat, and Tsunagu slipped his comb back into his pocket. He considered his reply as he casually pushed his softening cock back down, repairing the split in his bottoms he had made so they could begin quickly.
"You've just proved to me that you deserve everything I say and more," he replied softly, ignoring Shinya's tiny gasp. "yet I fear you cannot understand how or why it is so easy for me to praise you."
He lifted Shinya's discarded scarf with his quirk, which had been thrown on the floor. He shook it to release any dirt particles before he wrapped it back around Shinya's neck.
At the same time, he lifted his mask by its strings. He let it fall into his hand, noticing how Shinya was quickly glancing to and away from him.
"...sorry," he answered meekly, the vulnerability only Tsunagu was allowed to see seeping through his words.
Tsunagu thought he might be embarrassed or unconvinced of his declaration. It was most likely both, and he wanted to make his next response the one that calmed him until they got home.
He cupped the back of Shinya's head with one hand, pushing the mask against his face with the other. He used his quirk on the strings, tying them tightly so that the covering seemingly fused with his skin.
"You don't need to apologize," he spoke carefully. "As soon as we get home, I will show you just how much I appreciate all that you do for me. Just endure this meeting with me, and I promise you will feel so much better."
His own collar rolled up as he spoke, Shinya's eyes tracking the movement. He took this action as a sign, and Tsunagu had to move his hand as his hair began to twitch.
Soon, he was looking just like Edgeshot, with his unique hairstyle and neat appearance. His eyes relaxed, giving him an almost bored expression as only a hint of redness could be seen from the edges of the mask. That was not a problem, as it could easily be explained away by claiming he had just got done battle before arriving.
Tsunagu could no help but wonder if anyone would believe it was the truth, since they would be entering together.
He did not care what they thought as he smoothed out his own hair and costume with his quirk. He had not done much to require a thorough mending, especially when he wanted to get to the meeting as early as everyone expected Best Jeanist to arrive.
Shinya's eyes met his as soon as he relaxed his power, and he looked at him as if they were properly working. "If you think it will help, than I will accept whatever you think is best."
A familiar sense of warmth overcame Tsunagu, the kind he always felt in his chest when he had succeeded in being of service. His entire life was dedicated to helping others, and he knew his successes with Shinya were worth more than any reward.
Maybe he was biased, considering he was the man he wanted to marry one day.
But his biases did not matter, not when they needed to leave. Shinya was especially known for arriving exactly as the clock ticked, so they had to go so nobody began to grow worried or suspicious.
While Shinya could easily jump down, Tsunagu stepped back and offered his hand anyway. "Thank you, and I will not disappoint you. But we should get going now."
Shinya took his hand without comment, allowing him to pull him down. He landed gracefully on his feet, finally allowing Tsunagu to tower over him again.
"Okay," he answered, his eyes narrowing as he got into his work headspace.
Tsunagu did as well, putting away all his little sentimentalities. There was much for them to do, and the first half was bound to be stressful. They needed to show no signs of what had happened, all for the sake of having a little bit of privacy. They were the highlight of heroic romance, whether they sought it out or not.
Still, maybe being known had its value.
Because even as Tsunagu opened the door, he did not have to let go of Shinya's hand.
He would make their night special, no matter how troubling the meeting became. Shinya deserved it, and Tsunagu loved to give him everything he could ever want, even if he felt as if he did not deserve it.
One day, he would understand, and that gave Tsunagu the courage to keep going.