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If cosplaying was an art, call Eijirou an artist. An amateur one at that. That’s why he learns from the professionals. If the foam gears on his shoulders weren’t any indication that he needed help, then the red curtain he had stylishly tucked into his pants might give his status away. Even if he felt like a noob, he loved doing it and attending these conventions. Plus, any spare pocket change he had went into his collecting of any My Hero Academia merch. Specifically, Red Riot, who he was dressed up as today. He idolized the hero. It all started with his chivalrous perspective, and how he believed that it was “manly” to help others out. Eijirou respected that in a hero, which is why he was dressed up as him today.
This specific convention he attended every year. It was well known for its cosplayers and its fanmade merch. Eijirou fawned over the amount of artists they were able to get in their artist alley every year. However, the real winners were the panels. They had the best panels he had ever seen in his attendance of conventions from anime voice actors to comic creators to cosplayers, which led him here: the front row seat at cosplayer Deku’s panel. Deku is the elite in cosplaying. Just someone that he looked up to massively. Every year he had some sort of elaborate cosplay that Eijirou could only wish to produce with the limited funds, creativity and skills he had. Deku had immense talent and uhh… assets. He’d be lying if he said the man wasn’t attractive, but he emphasized all his best features constantly by wearing the most revealing outfits and Eijirou was not one to turn his gaze away.
Right now, he ran his eyes across smooth, but freckled skin. So much exposed skin that he got to drink in. Thank the heavens he came to the con. Readjusting his pants in his seat, he sighed. He was nothing more than a weak gay man. Helpless when it came to green haired men. Especially one dressed as a genderbent superhero from his favorite anime.
Deku was dressed as Creati: the Creation Hero from My Hero Academia’s anime and manga. Specifically, he was dressed in her updated hero suit from the war arc of the show. Which meant a plunging neckline from neck to navel and a toolbelt that acted as a miniskirt. Which meant that Deku’s succulent thighs and chest were on display. For a second, he felt gross ogling a cosplayer who was simply representing a character, but then the horny gay brain took over and he was back to objectifying him. It’s just... he admired Deku for more than his body (although his body was a perk). Deku stood for freedom and creativity and he fought back against bigots all the time. His twitter was constantly arguing between him and some nobody who didn’t stand for the cosplaying community. He had thousands of followers who came to his support.
Eijirou chose not to get involved on social media with anything more than a like, but sometimes he eyed that inbox button. It would be so easy to send him a message, but he practiced restraint and waited for these Q&A’s in order to get his fix of the man. He’s been to four and a half of these sessions. The half because Deku had a wardrobe malfunction halfway through the talk and had to leave immediately for a fix. He always sat in the front row, but never asked questions. Never made waves. He was comfortable being an observer.
Except today, that was changing.
He was distracted by his ogling of Deku’s thighs and hadn’t even noticed that the Q&A was happening around him. Suddenly, green eyes were making direct eye contact with him. He had been caught with a knowing glare from the cosplayer. In an attempt to cover his own ass, he raised his hand to ask a question.
To his chagrin, he was chosen and handed a microphone.
“Ahem, uh,” why did he raise his hand and volunteer to speak? He moved before his brain could think of what happened. He needed a question fast. “Uh, what are some cosplays that you want to do in the future?” His voice was shaky, but he made strong eye contact with the cosplayer, who was watching him almost cautiously, with a gleam in his eye.
“Actually, I want to cosplay Red Riot, too. I think you’ve done it exquisitely for yourself and I’d love to chat and talk notes sometime. I always struggle with those pauldrons that he has. I suppose I could make them out of foam, but that isn’t my style,” he winked towards Eijirou who was frozen in his seat.
“Uh-huh.”
Deku’s laugh echoed through the speakers. “I like you, Red Riot. Let’s chat after this. I’ll have someone meet you when I’m done.” Just like that. Smooth. Before he moved on to the next question.
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Eijirou sat in his chair twiddling his thumbs for seven minutes past the end of the panel. He was certain it was all a joke and he just took it literally. Standing, he grabbed his bag, but was stopped by one of the volunteers.
“Hi! Deku said that the person in the Red Riot cosplay was waiting for him. He’s getting ready for his next event, but he asked me to come take you to him.” The volunteer seemed kind enough. She acted too genuine for it to be a prank, so he followed her through the backrooms of the convention hall.
From the hallways, he heard Deku’s tinkling laugh and felt butterflies dancing inside his stomach. This was really happening. He was talking one-on-one with a cosplay legend.
The volunteer knocked, “Deku, I assume this is the Red Riot you were waiting for?”
He nodded, taking a sip from his water bottle before brushing her off. “I want to spend some time with my associate. Let us be.”
“You’re MC'ing the cosplay contest in thirty minutes...” she warned.
“I’ll be alright. I just want to talk with my friend. We will be quick, I promise.” He put his hands up defensively in front of his chest before dismissing her.
She shut the door cautiously behind her and then they were alone.
“I’ve seen you around these cons before. You’re pretty good at cosplay... for an amateur,” Deku teased, his fingertips dancing up his arm, creating goosebumps as they inched further.
“I uh, I mean, you’re the best. You’re like a celebrity,” Eijirou spoke as if he were meeting his hero.
“You think I’m a celebrity, huh?” Suddenly, Deku dropped the belt. “Then treat me like one.”
Eijirou froze for only one second before rushing forward and placing his hands on either side of Deku’s waist.
“Come on, worship me, Red Riot.” Deku easily removed the pauldrons as Eijirou realized there were snaps at the crotch of the leotard, making his desires easier to accomplish. Unsnapping them, he sat back when he discovered that Deku had not been wearing any underwear.
“Fuck...” he breathed.
“I’m full of surprises. Just keep going and you might find some more,” Deku tantalized.
Eijirou was face to face with Deku’s cock. Make that, his hardening cock.
“We don’t have a lot of time. Hurry up and prep me. There’s lube in my bag behind you.” He pointed to a green, bunny shaped ita bag in the corner of the room. Eijirou rushed over and scoured the bag for the packets of lube.
“Grab a condom too!”
Agreeing, he grabbed one of the packets and rushed back over, only to see Deku bent over the conference table, ass hanging off the edge.
Eijirou’s brain restarted. This was definitely a fantasy moment that he was going to cherish. (And remember every time he masterbated) He walked forward and put one hand on each globe of Deku’s ass.
“You have an amazing ass...” Eijirou whispered.
“Hurry up and fuck it then. We are running out of time.” Deku hissed.
Eijirou ripped open the lube and immediately started to press against his rim. Not wanting to waste any more time, he inserted his finger, immediately welcomed by velvety warmth.
“You have thick fingers, Red Riot,” Deku moaned, cautious of his volume.
“C-call me Eijirou,” he stuttered, moving his finger in and out.
“Eijirou? I like that. Well, Eijirou, this isn’t my first time, you can put another finger in. I can handle it.”
Eijirou blushed and responded by inserting a second finger, feeling his walls begin to stretch. He scissored his fingers, trying to stretch him further.
Above him, Deku was moaning something golden. His arms were wrapped above his head with his hair spread out above him.
Eijirou took the chance and curled his fingers, looking for the bundle of nerves that would drive him wild. When he found it, Deku jerked with an ‘ack.’
“Hurry up, just fuck me. I don’t care if I’m tight. We are on a time limit.” Deku ordered.
Eijirou followed directions and removed his fingers. Managing to finagle his cock out of his own cosplay, he grabbed the condom, ripped open the foil, and rolled the rubber down his painfully hard cock.
In the time it took for him to do that, Deku took the chance to turn around and lay on his back. “I see Red Riot really is good at hardening. Why don’t you come over here and show me how hard you are?”
He didn’t need to hear that twice. Rushing over, he immediately lined his cock up with his entrance and slowly pushed in. He was tight. Tighter than expected, but with the rushed prep, it was to be expected. It felt like heaven. Eijirou wasn’t sure of the last time he felt this pleasure of a warm cavern squeezing his cock as he entered it.
Once their hips met, Deku pulled him down for a passionate and rough kiss. Devouring his lips and forcing his tongue into his mouth with a moan.
“You can move. Fuck me into the table.”
Like an obedient dog, Eijirou did just that. He began to thrust, increasing the speed as he gripped Deku’s hips.
In the conference room, all that was heard was their soft moans and the sounds of their skin slapping together.
“Faster, we are running out of time and I want you to make me cum. You’re hitting all the right spots with your thick, hard cock,” Deku encouraged.
Speeding up, Eijirou placed his hands palm down on either side of Deku’s head, who was becoming more vocal.
“Shit,” Deku slipped a hand down and began to stroke his own cock that had been flopping uselessly thus far.
Eijirou was getting closer and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.
Deku reached his orgasm first. He was stroking himself rapidly until his body went taut and he groaned “Ngh...ngh. Keep...going...” He panted, his hand collecting his spend.
Eijirou sped up, but it only took five more thrusts until he himself reached his peak, spilling into the condom with a roar that was a little too loud.
Both men were panting in the afterglow. Deku with a handful of cum and Eijirou slowly pulling out of him and tying off the condom.
He walked to the corner, deposited the condom in the trash and brought some tissues to Deku.
“That was amazing, Red Riot,” Deku had stars in his eyes as he cleaned himself up.
Allowing himself to get off the table with a groan, he looked around the room. “I guess we should go back to looking presentable,” Deku sighed, expertly fixing his cosplay before Eijirou could even tuck himself back into his pants.
“I have to go back, but” Deku slipped a card into Eijirou’s hand, “I’m staying at the Marriott down the street. Room 349. You should meet me there. My last event ends at four.” He pecked him on the lips before running out of the room.
Eijirou sighed and leaned against the wall, catching his breath. The clock read that it was only one. He had just enough time to hit up the artist's alley and then he had a hotel room to crash.