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Midoriya sat on the couch in the common room with Kirishima on the other end of the couch eating a piece of cake Satou had offered him. Midoriya had been glancing back and forth from his friend across the couch and the notebook laying on his own knees for a few minutes. The notebook was actually opened on a page he had somehow filled with commentary on his couchmate’s teeth. The previous page had simply started as one of his normal quirk analyzations with notes on Kirishima’s hardening alongside small, supplementary sketches. However, the observational notes quickly devolved into an odd fixation with Kirishima’s teeth. Midoriya was glad none of his other classmates were curious enough to check his notes, lest he be embarrassed to death.
It began like any of Midoriya’s other fascinations. One day seeing Kirishima tear through a rope with his bare teeth during routine training. Midoriya had been extremely curious about the exact fortitude to Kirishima’s dentition in that moment, but for some reason, couldn’t bring himself to ask about it. The next time Midoriya found himself enraptured by his friend’s teeth, was when he caught a glimpse of Kirishima biting his lower lip in class. Questions burned in the back of Midoriya’s head as he held himself in place for the rest of the lesson. He wanted to know just how much Kirishima had to use his quirk in relation to his teeth. He wanted to know how sharp they really were. What was is like to eat or….maybe even..
“You alright?” Kirishima asked from across the couch, fork in his mouth.
Midoriya was shaken from his thoughts, and did his best to act natural.
“Y-yeah. Uh. Why?..You ask, I mean.” Good enough.
“You look like you’re trying to give your notebook a shake down.”
Midoriya looked down, and quickly released the tortured stationary from the unconscious death grip he had placed on it.
“Heh. You get really intense when you’re deep in thought, huh?” Kirishima offered a laugh, but still seemed concerned.
Midoriya felt shame rise in his gut. Why was he so caught up in Kirishima’s mouth? He felt like his own observational intentions weren’t exactly pure either. Then to top it off the person of his attentions was concerned with him, when he was just being a weirdo. He straightened up and tried to play it off.
“Yeah. I’ve heard I can look pretty scary.” His statement ended with an awkward chuckle.
“Hmm.” Kirishima put the last of the cake into his mouth and gently pulled the fork from his lips.
The motion was slow and softly audible. Kirishima had looked to the side, seemingly contemplative.
It couldn’t have been intentional, but it did things to Midoriya. Things he couldn’t explain. In his stupor, he noticed a stray dab of of whipped cream stuck to Kirishima’s cheek, then absentmindedly reached his hand out to wipe it. Before Midoriya could retract himself, Kirishima, naturally leaned in to his touch.
“Something on my face?”
“Wh-whipped cr-cream.” Midoriya’s hand shook to the close contact. He couldn’t back down now.
With a sudden boldness Midoriya slid his thumb over Kirishima’s cheek, bringing the cream to his lips. Kirishima opened his mouth without hesitation. The motion was probably just a sign of familiarity to him. Nothing to think about, right? But Midoriya felt the prickle of goosebumps travel his entire body as his thumb entered Kirishima’s mouth. He should have backed away, but couldn’t. His thumb pulled free, then pressed Kirishima’s lower lip gently to the side, exposing teeth. Kirishima noticed the prolonged contact, but said nothing. Midoriya’s curiosity compelled him to press his thumb into Kirishima’s mouth once more. Kirishima didn’t react immediately, but eventually opened his jaw to accommodate the digit.
The pair was silent as Midoriya slowly massaged the finger pad of his thumb over anything it could reach. A soft breath fell from Kirishima when Midoriya gently brought out Kirishima’s tongue, saliva gathering around the edges. Midoriya finally met Kirishima’s gaze again, where he saw an inquisitive look directed towards him. His eyes grew wide as he quickly retracted his fingers away from Kirishima’s face. He could feel himself slowly go red, complimenting the light dust of blush also covering Kirishima’s own face.
“S-Sorry…” Midoriya was frozen in place, but all he wanted to do was melt into the couch.
“It’s fine.” Kirishima looked down, like he wanted to say more, but they were interrupted by the sound of a rock and roll band blaring through a speaker.
Kirishima dug through the pocket of his jacket laying over the back of the couch. He slightly fumbled his phone before he answered. “Hello? Yes?..Oh, yeah. I can be there in ten minutes. Okay, five minutes.” He quickly hung up and released an unreserved sigh.
“I, uh. Gotta go.” Kirishima acted light hearted, but still seemed somewhat frazzled over the weird event that had just happened. He turned to slip on his jacket, but as he began zipping it up, a sudden groan escaped him. “I still need to study..”
“Are you gonna be out that late?” Midoriya’s voice shook slightly.
Kirishima looked at his phone. “Yeah, and I can’t back out on tonight.”
“Can I? I mean, can I help you study? So you can get it done faster..” He trailed off.
Kirishima thought for a moment, keeping his eyes on his phone, as if it held the answers.
“Okay. Alright, I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Can I meet you at your room, about eight thirty? Tonight I mean.” He offered a smile in Midoriya’s direction.
“S-ure.” Midoriya’s heart seem to flutter, and not because of the awkward moment they pair had shared just a moment prior.
“See ya then!”
“Have fun!” Midoriya called down the hall the lead towards the elevator.
Kirishima turned and gave a two finger salute, before his phone began blaring again. He rolled his eyes with a smirk toward Midoriya as the elevator doors closed shut.
Midoriya let out a loud sigh as he laid completely flat on the couch. He used the heel of his palms to rub at his eyes, then stared at the ceiling. A few moments passed before he slowly retrieved his notebook and pen from the floor and jotted down a couple of things.
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It was close to eight in the evening, and Midoriya had mostly spent the passing hours re-reading his text book and double checking homework from the past week. He had been doing resistance exercises as he worked as well. Through his window he caught the sight bright red hair entering the dorm courtyard. If Kirishima hadn’t been standing between Ashido and Bakugou, he would have easily stood out the most in their group. Sero and Kaminari trailed behind the trio in front of them.
The group chatted a moment before splitting up. Kirishima went one way as Ashido jumped onto Bakugou’s back. Sero and Kaminari laughed. A soft smile crept onto Midoriya’s lips.
The lack of focus let his mind wander for a moment, thinking to earlier. Whatever had happened between him and Kirishima. It was definitely...awkward, but Kirishima didn’t seem too shaken up by it. That was a relief at least. He unconsciously worked the resistance trainer as he leaned back in his desk chair. He had just wanted to give an experimental look at Kirishima’s teeth, but the second his hand was close to Kirishima’s mouth, his body seemed to act on it’s own. He hoped it was just his tenacious curiosity. He let out a sigh, ruminating. He didn’t even get a good inspection. He didn’t notice the minutes tick by as he was lost in head.
A not-so-soft knock at his door shook Midoriya free from his thoughts. He accidentally gripped his trainer tool too hard and it sprung free upon release.
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Kirishima could a loud clunking noise and panicked mumbling, before a soft “One second.” sounded on the side of the door.
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Midoriya futtered about before making it to his door. On the other side was Kirishima resting his arm on the wall, head cocked, eyebrow raised, and a soft smirk directed towards Midoriya. His heart did another flutter. The position didn’t help either. The two boys had both grown since first year, but Kirishima still remained just tall enough to box Midoriya in.
“Can I come in?”
“Oh. Oh! Yeah.” Midoriya gave Kirishima space to walk into his room.
Kirishima made his way to the bed. “Can I sit?”
Midoriya nodded.
Kirishima must have been fresh from the bath. His hair was washed, and he had on a black tank top. Midoriya tried to not focus on how he could have sworn it was an older tank top, one that fit him more snuggly than is used to.
Kirishima fished out a couple of note books and his textbook from the backpack he brought along with him. “ This section is the part I’m having the most trouble.” He pointed to a highlighted paragraph.
Midoriya leaned in to inspect the page, then grabbed his own notes and textbook. He silently debated on where to sit, before resolving to just sit on the floor next to the bed.
The pair remained that way for a couple of hours or so, going over recent class topics Kirishima was struggling with, while they occasionally made small talk on hero activity and the news.
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“Okay. I think my brain has absorbed enough tonight.” Kirishima rubbed at his temples.
Midoriya chuckled.
“Thanks. I really owe you. You’re good at explaining things. Patient.” Kirishima leaned down to grab a bottle of water from his bag. “You’d make a great teacher.” He offered one his most genuine closed lip smiles to Midoriya.
“Um. So why were you in such a rush to study this?” He almost stuttered.
Kirishima took a large swig from his water bottle, not noticing how Midoriya averted his eyes.
“I just don’t want to start falling behind. I figure it’s my job to at least, try to be a good student.” He let out a soft chuckle.
“Oh I didn’t mean-” Midoriya scratched his cheek.
Kirishima held up his hand. “I know, dude. Don’t worry about it.”
“You really are a lifesaver, though. I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot about this section on the test next month.” He set the mouth of his water bottle against his lips. He seemed to be considering something.
Midoriya fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt as time seemed to drag on.
“Can. Can I ask about earlier?” Kirishima licked his lips.
“You know. With your finger in my mouth?”
Midoriya wanted nothing more than to faze through the floor that very moment. Instead he steadied himself. “Sorry about that..again.” His voice cracked slightly.
“Dude, it’s okay. I just..don’t know what was going on..?”
“Um.” Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. “Your teeth.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve been curious about your teeth for a while.” He tried to make things casual.
“Because they’re sharp?” Kirishima hooked a finger into his lower lip, to expose his teeth.
“Y-yeah. Um. I guess I just got carried away.” Midoriya chuckled.
Kirishima returned to his water bottle, almost nursing it while he thought.
“Did you want to get a better look?” He offered, pointing to himself.
Midoriya was taken aback. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” His arms flailed slightly before one settled on his head with the other on his hip.
Kirishima rolled his eyes, then pat the space on the bed next to him. “I’m saying it’s chill, dude. You can ask me stuff too..if you want. I’m not the only guy with pointy teeth, but I know a thing or two.” He sat his bottle back into his bag.
Midoriya crawled onto his bed, sitting closer than he had intended.
Kirishima turned to face him, folding one leg onto the bed. He took Midoriya by the wrist.
“Come on. I won’t bite. I mean, unless you ask me to, I guess.” He cleared his throat.
He leaned forward and opened his mouth as wide as he could.
Midoriya’s hand shook as he brought it up to touch the tip of one of Kirishima’s threatening incisors. “Oh. It’s not as sharp as I thought it would be.” He rubbed his finger tip across Kirishima’s bottom row of teeth, then withdrew his hand to let the other speak.
“Yeah. They’re sharp, but thankfully I don’t have razors in my mouth. Go through toothbrushes like crazy, though.”
“Where they always sharp?”
“Nah. They grew in that way when I lost my baby teeth.”
Midoriya nodded. Thinking about how cute a mouth of mismatched teeth must have been. “Do you use your quirk to bite through things?” He thought of the shredded rope during gym.
“Sure, when it’s convenient.” Kirishima leaned closer and gave a playful snap of his jaw.
Midoriya recoiled, but laughed. “I thought you’d only bite if I asked?”
Kirishima shrugged.
Midoriya liked this. The tense situation had resolved, and things felt normal. He really admired how Kirishima could do things like that. The way he could ease the atmosphere in a room. Then Midoriya had to act on impulse again.
“What does kissing feel like?” As soon as the words left him, he covered his mouth.
Kirishima’s eyes widened, then averted towards the blanket beneath him.
A moment passed.
“I haven’t really done it much.. Kissing.”
“Sorry.” Midoriya inwardly cursed himself.
Kirishima looked up, still looking downward. He licked his lips.
“Did you...wanna find out?” He finally locked eyes with Midoriya.
“I mean. Can I kiss you?”
Kirishima searched Midoriya’s face for any answers.
“Are you sure?” Midoriya eventually gave a soft reply.
“Kinda very sure.” Kirishima scooched closer into Midoriya’s space.
“I’d like that. Kinda very much.” Midoriya closed the distance, leaning close so that their breaths ghosted each other’s lips.
The first attempt ended with each moving in, and bumping noses. Kirishima laughed and lowered his head into the side of Midoriya’s neck.
“Okay, I’ll start. Slow.” He braced his hands against Midoriya’s shoulders, before giving a soft peck to his lips.
Midoriya mimicked him.
Soon the experimental pecks became more intense, and the pair wound up practically wrapped around the other. All of the tension seemed to disappear.Midoriya boldly traced his tongue along the seam of Kirishima’s lips. Kirishima broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. He darted his own tongue into Midoriya’s open mouth, tracing the inside. He could feel him exhale with a shaky breath. Midoriya followed his lead again, dragging his tongue along Kirishima’s top row of teeth. He could feel the edges threatening to slice his flesh if he pressed even a little too hard, but he continued until both of their tongues slid against one another. He let out an involuntary whine when Kirishima pulled away and nipped gently on his lower lip.
Midoriya couldn’t help but adjust his legs when Kirishima chuckled soft and low then kissed along his jawline. He could feel a tingling warmth begin to spread from his lower stomach. The sensation grew as Kirishima mouthed down his neckline, making gentle wet noises as he did so.
Kirishima’s teeth teased the skin along his pulse and Midoriya sighed into the sensation. He felt a sudden prick into his neck followed by skin breaking.
“Huaah~!?” Midoriya yelped in surprise.
Kirishima quickly pulled away. “Are you okay? Did it hurt?” He sounded a little frantic.
“I’m fine.” Midoriya touched his forehead to Kirishima’s with a deep exhale, then bit his lip. “Could. Could you do that again?”
If the two hadn’t already worked up a good blush by then, they were certainly red at that point.
Midoriya might have sworn he could see a sparkle in Kirishima’s eyes.
“Really?”
Midoriya’s ears burned. He did his best to answer with a kiss to Kirishima’s jaw. He returned the favor, by continuing his way up Midoriya’s neck.
He didn’t try to break the skin again, just simply nibbled back to the bite mark, and nursed it with his tongue when he got there. He could feel Midoriya’s breath speed up. Things continued that way for a few minutes, before Kirishima got to Midoriya’s ear, and gave it a playful tug. Midoriya responded by pulling Kirishima’s hair, and laying them both on the bed, with Kirishima on top of him.
“Mnnn. Sorry. Sensitive there.”
Kirishima gave a nervous laugh behind Midoriya’s ear. “Should we..? Keep going?” He turned his head so he could see Midoriya’s face.
“Only if you want to.” Midoriya fidgeted slightly. Things had gone really fast out of nowhere, but he really did trust Kirishima. He hoped the feeling was mutual.
Kirishima adjusted so that he was resting partially on his side. He glanced at Midoriya’s exposed stomach. His shirt must have ridden up at some point. He ran his knuckles along Midoriya’s torso, starting at his happy trail and upward, pulling up his t-shirt to rest at the hem of his binder.
“Is it okay if I touch you?”
Midoriya tried to muffle his mouth with his pillow, but couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Kirishima had just been so genuinely earnest, and it made him feel warm all over.
Kirishima gave him a confused and rather flustered face.
Midoriya managed to finally sit up enough and pull his shirt all the way off. He gently fell back into his pillows, and raised his arm.
Kirishima scooted back into place, accepting the space under Midoriya’s bicep. “Your binder looks cool.”
Midoriya offered a quiet thanks along with another laugh, then began stroking Kirishima’s hair.
It didn’t take long to continue where things had left off. Midoriya thought how he could get lost in Kirishima’s lips and teeth gliding over his skin, or the way he nipped the outline of his binder. It made him fidget and flex his legs for something to hold on to. It was all too much and still not enough.
“Can you unzip me?” Midoriya gestured downward with his eyes.
He swallowed and nodded.
Kirishima did his best to keep his hands steady, opting to suck at Midoriya’s clavicle as he pulled down the zipper in the front of Midoriya’s binder.
Midoriya sucked in a breath, doing a slight stretch of his ribs.
It was hard for Kirishima to not appreciate how Midoriya’s muscles pulled and flexed in all the right ways.
“Oh. You have some pretty big boobs.” Kirishima immediately scrunched his face. “Oh my god I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Midoriya laughed again with a sudden rush of relief coming over him. This whole situation started with a ridiculously awkward moment on his part, so it was somewhat nice to know he wasn’t alone. He couldn’t think of a better way to reassure his partner other than taking him by the face and kissing him. “You’re good.”
“Can I..?” Kirishima swallowed and motioned his head down.
“Please.”
Kirishima didn’t need anymore coaxing. He ran his hand from the underside of Midoriya’s breast, and upward along it’s slope. Midoriya squeezed his legs in response to the foreign sensation. He wasn’t sure what kind of relationship they had beyond friendship at that point, but he was glad Kirishima was his first sensual experience. It was hard to focus on thoughts however, when Kirishima cupped a breast and began mouthing at one of his nipples. Midoriya was aware of his body reacting, and he could swear he could feel Kirishima’s growing erection against his thigh. Midoriya was sort of glad he couldn’t think too hard in that moment, just going with the flow by then. He wasn’t prepared for the noise that escaped him when Kirishima took an erect nipple into his mouth and gently bit into it. By reflex, his legs wrapped the thigh Kirishima had planted between them.
Midoriya practically began to rut against Kirishima’s leg as the other boy continued to nibble and suck on his nipple. He gripped the back of Kirishima’s tank top as hard as he could without tearing it, eventually leading Kirishima to just stop and take it off. Midoriya reached out to massage one of his pecs. It had started with a fascination in Kirishima’s mouth, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in the rest of him. He moved his hands downwards along Kirishima’s abdomen, squeezing his thumbs over the outline of muscles. Kirishima went back to working is mouth and teeth over every part of Midoriya he could.
Midoriya felt like he was in a heated daze. “Hah..God, I want your mouth on me.” He didn’t have time to feel nervous before he received a response.
“Y-you mean, down there?” Kirishima hoped he didn’t sound immature. “I’m..not sure if I can do it without hurting you. Not yet.” He averted his eyes. “Sorry..”
“It’s fine.” Midoriya bit his lip. “Do you want to touch me there?”
Kirishima perked up again. “Would saying ‘Fuck yes’ be weird?”
Midoriya just shook his head with a bashful smile, then did his best to shuck off his sweatpants.
Kirishima placed his hands on the elastic of Midoriya’s boxer shorts, taking note to the slight bulge pressing against their seam. He wondered if it was a boner, but he figured maybe that moment wasn’t the best time to ask. In his nervousness he pulled down the underwear maybe a little too quickly, but Midoriya didn’t say anything. This worked out fine for Kirishima, because he found himself a little awestruck at the sight waiting for him.
There was in fact, a boner there, not like the ones he was used to, but not any less amazing to see. Definitely, he thought to himself. He also found himself rather infatuated with the curls of hair enveloping Midoriya’s nether region. It was thick, fuzzy,and impossibly cute. Just like the rest of Midoriya, he thought again. Kirishima couldn’t help but ogle for a moment before speaking.
“Is there a certain way I should do this?”
Midoriya thought for a moment, trying to settle his nerves. He placed a hand against his vulva and pressed his inner labia open slightly. “Start slow, around the outside.” He thought again. “I’ll tell you if something feels right..when you start going further.”
Kirishima nodded. He could do that. He placed his own hand just beneath Midoriya’s, and took in when Midoriya pulled away, wetness trailing slightly on his fingers. He was surprised just by how damn warm Midoriya was. Kirishima did as he was told, using his middle and index finger to glide along Midoriya’s lips. He could feel the other boy shiver.
Kirishima massaged the flesh as he thoroughly explored the space between Midoriya’s legs. A few minutes passed before he dared to place his middle finger in Midoriya’s entrance. Midoriya adjusted himself, opening his legs wider. Kirishima continued, working the digit further in. He took note of all the subtle curves inside. He placed in another finger. He wanted to try something he’d seen in a video.
Kirishima began to scissor his fingers back and forth, gentle at first, before picking up the pace. He scanned Midoriya’s face for a reaction. Midoriya had brought his hand to his face to hold at his bottom lip as he watched Kirishima stretch him. “Feels good.” He offered after catching Kirishima looking his way.
The sensations were becoming too much, he needed more. “Please, touch me here.” Midoriya moved his free hand to grip around his engorged clit, soft curls wrapped around his fingers.
With an invitation like that, Kirishima was more than happy to oblige. He slicked his thumb thoroughly, then used it to map circles around the erect bud of nerves. Midoriya shook,and resisted the urge to close his legs. He pulled at his lower lip to stifle a load moan. This only motivated Kirishima more. He kept performing steady motions to Midoriya’s clit, while thrusting his fingers in and out of his entrance. Things continued this way until Midoriya couldn’t handle it anymore. He let out a shaky groan, and closed his legs.
“Wait!”
Kirishima immediately stopped, allowing Midoriya to catch his breath.
“Did I hurt you? Or did I do something wrong?” Kirishima moved his hand to stroke Midoriya’s thigh.
“No. No, I just..Don’t wanna come yet.”
“OH.” Kirishima’s voice was flustered but had a trace of pride as well. “Is there something you want me to do?”
“Can you..” Midoriya trailed off. “I want to take care of you too. Together.”
“OH! Do you have protection?” Kirishima’s blush had traveled to his shoulders.
Midoriya floundered a bit, reaching for his nightstand. Kirishima watched as he practically fell out of the bed, then blew the hair from his eyes with a slight huff. He found the ordeal rather cute. Eventually, Midoriya straightened up and fished out a condom from his drawer.
“I’ve never really done this before, with another person..but I keep fresh ones around.”
Kirishima took in what other meaning laid behind those words, but decided to save the conversation on toys for another day. God he hoped there would be another day like this. A bunch of other days like this.
Midoriya returned to his place on the bed while he fiddled with the condom wrapper, eventually he just handed it to Kirishima ,who accepted the envelope with a chuckle.
“We don’t have to do any penetration if you don’t want to.” Midoriya hunched over, suddenly feeling rather exposed. “I just wanted to offer.”
Kirishima placed a hand on Midoriya’s cheek. He rubbed his thumb in a comforting way, then kissed him slow and deep. “Only if you want to.” He echoed their conversation from earlier.
“If you keep kissing me like that, you can do whatever you want.” Midoriya blurted out, then immediately retreated his face into the crook of Kirishima’s neck. He could feel a soft, but deep laugh resonate from Kirishima’s chest.
“I like when you’re bold.” He ran his fingers through the hairs brushing the nape of Midoriya’s neck. “Makes me feel like one of us knows what he’s doing.” Kirishima kissed Midoriya’s hair before pulling away to take off his basketball shorts.
He grabbed Midoriya, and flipped their positions, so that he was partially reclined on the pillows with Midoriya on top of him. They shared a few more peppered kisses. “I actually don’t think I can hold out much longer.” Kirishima breathed into Midoriya’s neck.
Midoriya had no reason not to believe him, especially at the way Kirishima’s dick was throbbing against him through the underwear. “Can I?”
“You have the honors.” Kirishima gestured openly with his arms.
Midoriya made sure to give his shoulder a playful shove before gripping the band of Kirishima’s boxers. At some point he must have closed his eyes, because when he opened them again he was greeted with a sizable cock in his face. He shared a quick glance with Kirishima.
“Huh. I guess your pubes are black, huh?
Kirishima began sniggering.
“You know you’re bigger than I thought too.” Midoriya tried to ease his shock by mocking Kirishima’s earlier.
“I hope that’s not a bad thing.” His voice was sarcastic, but Kirishima genuinely hoped it was okay.
“Pfff.” Midoriya fetched the condom from Kirishima. “Let me know if it gets uncomfortable. I’ve never put one on someone before.”
Kirishima nodded, but the second Midoriya’s hands were on him he let out his own involuntary whine. He hoped that wasn’t weird.
The pair managed to get the condom on despite how in awe they were of the other. Midoriya reached between his own legs and brought his wet hand to Kirishima’s cock.
“Well that’s going up there as one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” Kirishima didn’t have much experience, but he was sure that little gesture wasn’t going to be outdone soon.
His thoughts were cut short when Midoriya began pumping his hand. He was bright red from chest to ears.
“I”m gonna..set us up.”
Midoriya put his knees on either side of Kirishima’s thighs. They braced against one another, letting the moment really sink in.
Midoriya guided the head of Kirishima’s cock to his lips, then aligned it to his entrance. He rested his head on Kirishima’s shoulder. “Ready?”
Kirishima kissed his ear. “You?”
Midoriya nodded vigorously. He knew the anticipation would kill him, so in one motion he slowly glided Kirishima inside of him.
After what felt like eternity they shared a shaky breath. Midoriya wanted to cry at how amazing Kirishima felt inside him. The perfect stretch and warmth so unlike anything else he’d done before. The ache Kirishima put in his heart didn’t help either.
“Can you move?” Midoriya’s voice came out as a whisper.
Kirishima nodded. He gave a slow shallow thrust. Midoriya wrapped around him was infinitely more intense than what he could have predicted when he had fingered him. He thrusted again, there was little resistance with how wet it was. Kirishima tried to steady himself by kissing and mouthing Midoriya’s neck. Soon the pace picked up and the room was filled with nothing but the sound of whines, moans and pleas. Kirishima gripped Midoriya’s hips to gain more leverage. Midoriya was moving and he needed to thrust faster to keep a steady pace. The chill outside couldn’t even begin to threaten the heat radiating from their bodies. It felt like steam.
Kirishima licked at some sweat that had gathered by Midoriya’s pulse. “Next time I want..to make you come with my mouth.” His voice was slightly strained.
Midoriya clenched around Kirishima and gripped his shoulders even harder.
“I really do. Wanna be between your thighs for hours.” It may have been intended as dirty talk, but Kirishima couldn’t have sounded more ernest.
Midoriya clenched around him again. He whined more openly than he had the whole night. Kirishima knew they were both reaching their limit.
“I’m gonna-”
“Me too.”
Kirishima bit into Midoriya’s neck, hard. Midoriya clawed his shoulders and left another layer of fresh marks. A few more hard movements sent them both over the edge.
Midoriya saw stars when he came. His legs felt weak. He braced all of his weight onto Kirishima, who stroked his hair and licked his neck while they both came down. Their breaths were ragged.
“That’s probably gonna need a bandage. Or two.”
Midoriya laugh into Kirishima’s hair, then let Kirishima guide him back onto the bed. He tied off the condom and did a quick scan before placing it into the trash bin. He also found a medical kit.
“You wanna stay the night?
Kirishima finished cleaning up Midoriya’s bite marks then snuggled in close. “Only if you want me to.”
Midoriya hummed and ran his hands against Kirishima’s chest. He grabbed the blankets and they wrapped up together.
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The pair spent the night sleeping soundly. Both of them were avid cuddlers apparently. They didn’t have class the next day. The morning was very intimate if a little awkward, especially when they joined their classmates in the common room and Tsuyu pointed out Midoriya’s neck bandages. It took a few minutes for Ashido and Hagakure to stop wooing.
It was embarrassing but Midoriya held Kirishima’s hand as they made coffee. They hoped this was just a weird beginning to something nice.
(bonus art)
