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Izuku choked on a sob, his head thrown back as he trembled with ecstasy. Sweat rolled down his temple, disappearing into the matted, sweaty mess of curls splayed out on his pillow as he writhed and cried. His shoulders strained against silk, binding his arms above his head, his biceps flexing as he squirmed. Izuku’s thighs shook against their binds, bedposts creaking from where they held them open. The soft silk bit into his flesh, the sting of pain bleeding into liquid pleasure as he moved and writhed.
“Shh,” a soft voice cooed into his ear, deep and husky. It sent a jolt of heat down Izuku’s spine. “Quiet now.” Hot breath ghosted across Izuku’s throat, just the barest hint of soft lips grazing his flesh, and he had to fight the urge to lean into the contact. His entire body was alit with pleasure, with sensations both electrifying and numbing, almost like his quirk was in overdrive, pounding through his veins and surging with energy. He was stuffed so full, so so full that he could feel the weight of the toy in his hips, spearing him open, pressing and prodding.
Izuku’s mind went blank when a large hand brushed against his straining cock, a throaty groan tumbling from his lips. His back arched, straining the binds and his shoulders as his hips bucked, all of his senses hyper-focused on chasing that fleeting sensation. He was weeping openly, fat tears barely escaping under the blindfold, rolling down his cheeks and soaking his hair. “P-please— hhaah, god— please!” Izuku moaned, thrusting his hips mindlessly into the air. There was a hand on his hips, pressing him down, holding him to the mattress and Izuku whined.
There was a chuckle somewhere above him and then a body was pressing up against Izuku, laying down over his chest and stomach, trapping his straining erection between them and he mewled softly. A bulge rested in the hollow of his hip, thick and hot. A silent promise. Lips ghosted along Izuku’s cheek, hands splaying out over his pecs, groping and kneading. It had him keening loudly, back arching to press up into the contact.
“Izuku.”
The voice was velvety smooth, a bucket of ice water on a hot day, and it pulsed through Izuku like the beat of a drum. Another chuckle and Izuku was panting harshly, another desperate plea on the tip of his tongue, but he was silenced as a pair of lips sealed themselves to his. He moaned into the kiss, surrendering completely. Izuku could taste a smirk on the lips dancing against his, and he yelped when teeth dug into the flesh of his bottom lip, pulling just enough to sting, but not break the skin.
“You’re so close,” Hitoshi murmured, his weight shifting as he sat up to straddle Izuku’s hips, a soft whine leaving him from the loss of contact. Lazily, Hitoshi ground his hips down against Izuku’s, his entire body tensing up as pleasure exploded through his hips, his breath catching in his throat. “You can’t give up yet, little hero.”
“N-need you—” Izuku choked, back arching as Hitoshi continued his slow grind. “Please!”
“In time.” Hitoshi promised, and Izuku had to bite back another moan. “We’re just getting started, and already you’re begging me so sweetly.”
Izuku squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold, gasping as fingers pinched his nipple harshly. He felt everything so intensely under the influence of Hitoshi’s quirk, so much so that it was hard for him to focus on anything but the white-hot pleasure pulsing through his body every time Hitoshi touched him. Izuku’s panting was loud in his own ears as Hitoshi groped his chest, each scuttle of fingers over his flesh had Izuku drooling and writhing. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, fast and angry and he could feel precome pooling in the hollow of his hips. Hitoshi’s weight shifted again, a whisper of contact brushing past Izuku’s balls, to where a cock ring lay nestled at the base of his dick. He mewled sweetly, hoping for Hitoshi to take pity on him and palm his cock, but the whine turned into a slutty, broken moan as the cock ring vibrated to life. It was a dull pulse that sent shockwaves up Izuku’s body. His muscles spasmed as he squirmed underneath Hitoshi, the sensation almost too much, but not enough all at the same time.
Izuku’s chest was heaving as he gulped down air, each exhale punctuated with a moan. His hips bucked weakly into the air, his drooling cock seeking out any friction it could, but Hitoshi’s weight had disappeared. Drool ran down Izuku’s chin like a river, soaking the pillow underneath him but he didn’t care. He could focus only on the tight, coiling orgasm building in the depths of his groin, roiling and churning like a stormy sea. Izuku screamed in frustration when suddenly the vibrations stopped completely, leaving his body numb. He collapsed back against the sheets, panting and twitching, pleased, even after being denied his orgasm.
Hitoshi hummed softly, deep and calm as he slid his hands across Izuku’s open thighs, his legs trembling from exertion. “You’re doing wonderful, little hero,” Hitoshi crooned, a hint of teasing challenge in his voice. “But I’m sure you can do much better.”
“N-no,” Izuku gasped, his stomach clenching and unclenching from overstimulation as Hitoshi’s fingers dragged lazily up and down the insides of his thighs. Each trail lit a fire under Izuku’s skin, his body reacting to the touch in ways he never thought he could. But Hitoshi knew how best to draw out every ounce of pleasure from Izuku; he planned to milk him dry.
“If you truly want to stop,” Hitoshi murmured, voice honeyed but subdued. “Tell me to, and I will, ‘Zuku.”
The headboard groaned in protest as Izuku flexed his shoulders, trying his best to sit up a bit, his eyes searching behind the wet blindfold for his lover he couldn’t see. “No!” He cried, the sound breathy but convicted. “P-please, keep going.”
Izuku could practically feel the sly, predatory smirk that split Hitoshi’s lips. Gently, his lover placed a hand in the center of Izuku’s chest, slowly pushing him back down into the bed. “Then let me take care of you, little hero.”
Izuku moaned when Hitoshi’s lips met his, expertly dancing, tasting, prodding. Liquid desire flowed through his veins, growing and pulsing with each sloppy press of his lips, his groans swallowed up eagerly by the man looming over him. The soft scent of something fruity and sweet overtook Izuku’s senses, coupled with a quiet, wet squelching and he knew exactly what Hitoshi was doing. He stifled a needy moan as his brain conjured up an image of Hitoshi fingering himself open, stretched out over Izuku’s body as he prepared himself.
He couldn’t help the whine that broke free from him when Hitoshi drew back, one hand gently caressing Izuku’s face. “Be good for me, ‘Zuku.” His voice was soft, breathy to the point it was almost a whispered moan and Izuku caught himself leaning into the sound.
“A-anything for you.”
Hitoshi hummed, the bed shifting as he moved along Izuku’s bound body. “There’s a good boy.”
Izuku’s toes curled as Hitoshi wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, teasingly taking his time to loosen the cock ring at the base of his length. Relief flooded through Izuku’s hips as the pressure lessened, though he couldn’t help but squirm in anticipation.
“Don’t cum until I tell you to.” Hitoshi ordered softly, and Izuku moaned as he felt his lover’s quirk take hold. “Remember, ‘Zuku,” Hitoshi murmured, his voice right next to Izuku’s ear. His breath was hot, sending sparks through his veins and Izuku whined, his hips bucking up into the air. “Your word is orange.”
Without any more warning than that, Hitoshi slammed down onto Izuku, his ass swallowing up his cock in one fluid motion, and it took every ounce of Izuku’s willpower not to cum immediately. He could feel Hitoshi’s pleasured hum, the sound vibrating Izuku’s bones as his lover settled down on his hips.
The bed groaned loudly as Izuku strained against his bindings. Even without the use of his quirk he could feel the silk struggling to hold him in place as he writhed. Tears seeped into his blindfold again as Hitoshi leaned forward to capture his lips in a fierce kiss.
“Shh~” Hitoshi murmured after they parted, his breath ghosting Izuku’s cheek. He was trembling, just barely, but Izuku could feel the heavy thrum of his lover’s heart against his chest. “It’s okay, ‘Zuku.”
Hitoshi straightened up, grinding down on Izuku’s cock and it forced a needy, deep moan from the hero. It felt so good, god, so good to be buried inside Hitoshi. Every inch of his cock was engulfed in a pleasing heat, melting Izuku’s resolve.
Cock ring or not, there’s no way he’s going to last long.
Izuku nearly screams in pleasure as Hitoshi reaches under his hips and dials the vibe up to its highest setting. He bucks up into Hitoshi, trying to escape the near-painful vibrations rocking through his body, but no matter how much he writhed and squirmed, there was no escape.
“O-oh god— fuck!— Hitoshi please!” Izuku cries, his voice cracking and melting into a drawn out moan as he grinds down on Izuku’s cock again. “Haaah, I-I’m— aah— gonna—!”
“You won’t.” Hitoshi orders, and Izuku sobs hard as his orgasm is staved off, but just barely. He’s shaking so hard the bed is rattling, the sheets soaked with sweat and the pillow beneath him is sticky with tears and drool. He wants to come so bad his chest aches, and he roughly thrusts his hips upwards desperately. Hitoshi moans low, sweetly, and it fuels Izuku’s need for release. Every movement of his hips jostles the massive toy inside him, pressing it right against his sweet spot, making him see stars.
Izuku’s head is spinning as wave after wave of pure bliss rolls over him, making his limbs feel heavy and his voice give out. He’s bucking wildly into, who can only hold on to the headboard as Izuku fucks into him. He’s moaning loud and pretty, each sound like liquid ecstasy dripping right onto Izuku’s tongue. He’s gasping for air— they both are— great, heaving breaths as their bodies slam against each other. The room if filled with harsh panting and needy, breathy moans, each second punctuated by the sound of slicked-up skin slapping together.
“Izuku, baby—“ Hitoshi gasps, his hands coming to knead and grope at Izuku’s chest. “I-I’m close, you’re doing so well baby!” He’s choking on a moan when Izuku angles his hips just right, slamming into Hitoshi with reckless abandon.
There’s a resounding crack that echoes through the room as the headboard suddenly splinters underneath Izuku’s strength. He cries out with relief, instantly bringing his freed hands to Hitoshi’s hips, using the extra leaverage to fuck into his lover.
In seconds, Hitoshi’s voice breaks as he screams, his ass clenching around Izuku’s cock like a vice. He paints Izuku’s chest white, thick, heavy ropes of cum splattering against sweat-stained muscles. Izuku’s sobbing openly now, his body teetering on overstimulation as he thrusts into Hitoshi, trying desperately to chase his release, but the command is keeping him from reaching it.
“Come for me, ‘Zuku.”
One more harsh thrust upwards and Izuku cries out, Hitoshi’s walls fluttering around his cock, milking his orgasm from him in an instant. He’s buried balls-deep, his thighs trembling with the effort to keep himself locked in place as he floods Hitoshi’s insides with hot cum. Tears of relief are flowing down his cheeks by the time his orgasm fades, leaving him twitching and whining from the dildo still pressed against his prostate.
In a matter of seconds— maybe it was a few minutes, Izuku really has no idea— Hitoshi slipped off of Izuku’s hips, graciously pulling the vibe out from his ass. Hands are on the ropes binding his legs together, expertly undoing the knots as Izuku lays there, arms out beside him as he gulps down air. They stay in silence for a period of time, with Hitoshi slowly undoing all the ties, and Izuku basking in the afterglow.
There are gentle hands on the side of his face, sliding the blindfold up and off of Izuku’s face. He winces from the bright light, blinking rapidly as the blurry image of a smiling, fucked-out Hitoshi comes into focus. Warmth floods Izuku’s chest at the sight of his lover, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach up and pull Hitoshi down for a kiss.
“That was amazing.” Izuku sighs, content to lay here for the rest of his life.
“I’m glad.” Hitoshi hums, tracing the lines of sweat on Izuku’s chest. “But we’re both disgusting. Come to the bath, I’ll clean you off.” He parts from the bedside with a soft kiss to Izuku’s forehead, and the hero watches fondly as his lover saunters to the bathroom.
Izuku will definitely be letting Hitoshi top him again, he decides.