I Would Like That

His tongue circles its way around the pink head, gliding down to the bulging prominent nerve on the side, then back to deep-throating the already hard penis down to the base. All the while, Midoriya watches Todoroki cry, beg, and moan for him to stop or to do more. It was turning him on so much, how the usually emotionless Todoroki-kun is practically drooling on his bed as he gives him the utmost pleasure possible for a human being.

"I'm... I can't—!"

And just when Shouto thought it couldn't feel better, it did.

Midoriya takes his whole length down his mouth, Shouto's dick going all the way down his throat. Shitshitshitshit! To make matters worse, Midoriya grabbed his bare waist and dug his fingers into his skin, making sure to have a vice grip on Todoroki as he moaned gutturally, sending this intense vibration down his cock that was already at its limit. He knows what Midoriya is urging him to do, and he'll give him the deepest face fuck he'll ever receive.

Todoroki pulls Midoriya by his soft, messy hair before brutally thrusting down his throat. Midoriya, an expert that he is, doesn't even cough. Instead, his eyes roll in pleasure that he almost sees the back of his skull, enjoying the pain and pleasure of the man he's been dreaming about, lusting for so long violating his throat. Seeing the slutty dazed look in those sea-green eyes, Todoroki tightens his grip on Midoriya's locks and increases his thrusting at a brutal pace. He also notices that Deku began touching himself while he fucks his throat like an onahole, moaning even louder each time his big, fat cock goes deeper down his throat.

Releasing a deep growl, Todoroki throws his head back as he cums inside his lover's mouth. Spurts and spurts of his load flooded Deku's mouth, but he accepts it like it was a treat he's been waiting for. Underneath him, Izuku harshly strokes himself, until he, too, reaches his climax. His cum splattered across the bedsheets, and how Shouto wanted to lick these fabrics clean.

But before he could do that, Todoroki's brain completely stops responding. Just like a computer experiencing the Blue Screen of Death. He sees white and feels himself go deaf for a few seconds, the sweet pleasurable sensation still overloading his senses.

"You okay?" Deku giggles, spitting Todorki's semen on his palm. Somehow, he feels slightly disappointed.

Not like he wants Deku to swallow it if he doesn't want to.

"Give me a little bit of time to breathe," Todoroki heaves. After Midoriya sucked the life out of him, he needed it.

"Too bad," Midoriya suddenly positions his fingers, wet with his lover's cum, underneath his ass. "I have more planned out for you."

Mismatched eyes widen, and he abruptly sat up and Deku stumbles down to the bed.

"Shouto?" He whispers, unsure and his eyes look hurt from rejection.

"We can't,"

"What?" Deku's voice quivers, much to Todorki's horror. Wide green eyes well up as if he's about to cry anytime soon.

"No, Deku, please don't cry." Shouto leans in and kisses the trickling tear down his freckled cheek. "I mean, I want to do it with you. You don't know how many wet dreams I've been having where I plunge myself inside of you— Wipe that grin off your face!"

Yet this only makes Deku's grin grow wider, tears still stained his cheeks but at least he finally stopped.

"Do you honestly want our first time to be in a hospital?" Todorki frowns, his voice turning serious once more. "I wouldn't consider myself as a romantic type, but I never imagined making love to my dearest person on a hospital bed, inside a room where anyone can barge in whenever they please."

Deku didn't hear any word past 'making love'.

"I understand," Izuku says, "it would also be better if we have a proper lube and some condoms. I should also train my asshole with a buttplug so it wouldn't hurt that much when you enter me. After all, I haven't had anything inside in a while—"

He beams at Todoroki's reaction, he noticeably tensed up and brightened upon hearing the word 'butt plug'.

"Shut up," Todorki looks away, covering his face with his hand. Yet, his ears are enough proof that he's still blushing.

"I have to train your tight little asshole, too." He whispers seductively to Shouto's ear. "After all, I can't always be the receiving end, right?"

Todoroki looks down, his face still crimson, placing his hands down that is now balled into a fist.

"I would like that."