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Shinsou was awoken in the morning to the sound of his own moan and a particularly hard rut against his thigh. The bed creaks beneath the movement of the boy next to him, and the blankets are bunched up around his feet.
“Denki?” He questions groggily, his hand reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes. His gaze trails to his right and he sees a mess of golden locks and glazed, blissed out eyes, and instantly he’s rock hard.
“‘Toshi, fuck me, please,” Denki shifts so he’s seated on Shinsou’s thigh, grinding obscenely against it. Despite the drowsiness still lingering in his system, he runs his hands up the other teen’s shirt, caressing his chest and pinching lightly at a nipple. Denki jerks at the sudden sensation and whines, low and needy, and gods , Shinsou has to fuck him now.
“Get the lube, baby. If you’re so horny so early in the morning, you’ve gotta do the work for it. Don’t you think that’s fair?” Shinsou muses, hands now placed lightly on Denki’s milky thighs. His skin is smooth under his touch, and the way the other teen shivers is enough to almost make him lose control.
Denki nods enthusiastically and scrambles off of Shinsou’s thigh and towards the drawer, ass in the air as he bends over. Shinsou is vaguely aware of the wet patch left on his thigh from Denki’s precum, but is more engrossed by the sight of Denki’s ass. The pale globes are covered only slightly by a pair of purple lace panties. The fabric only covered half of his ass, but many spots were cut out into intricate little swirl designs. Thinner strips traveled upwards and over his hips, tying on his tailbone in a delicate little bow.
Shinsou’s brain short circuits at the sight of it. How had he not noticed it before? The feel of the fabric against his leg, the sudden burst of horniness from his partner first thing in the morning? He was too damn tired, that was it. All these late nights out on patrol with Aizawa paired with early morning classes was going to kill him.
One of his strong hands reaches out and pulls Denki roughly back onto his lap, the other hand immediately going to his cock, trapped in silky lace, and allowing him to thrust against his palm.
“What are you wearing? Shinsou asks, voice honey sweet, but his bruising grip on Denki’s hip betrays him. He wants nothing more than to fuck him right now, shove his face into the mattress and wreck him until he’s as braindead as when he uses his quirk, but he’s too tired to take that kind of control right now. He needs Denki to submit, to do what he’s told and please them both.
“I got them for you as a surprise. Do you like them?” Denki smiles back with the same amount of sugar, but his brow is knit in nervousness. Shinsou lets out a small chuckle and leans upward, kissing Denki’s lips.
“I love them so much, you did such a good job,” Shinshou grinds his palm down against the other teen’s clothed erection, earning him a low moan. He loved the sound of Denki’s voice, the way his voice hitched in his throat as he came, how he stuttered around his lover’s name when his cock was in his ass. “But I wanna know; why do I get a surprise?” he asks, and Denki doesn’t hesitate to answer. Shinshou loves that about him, too. He trusts him not to use his quirk on him without permission, even though that would have been the perfect opportunity.
“Well, you’ve been working really hard lately, and you seem really stressed and tired, so I thought you might like something nice. It’s like a treat for all your hard work,” He smiles and the nervousness from before is gone, replaced by his pure affection for Shinsou. The other smiles in return and kisses him again, deep and slow and not enough but too much at the same time. He nips at Denki’s bottom lip before his tongue slips in, and a shiver goes down his spine. He can never really tell if the static feeling he feels is his anticipation or his lover’s quirk, but he welcomes it either way.
Denki’s ruts become more frantic against Shinsou’s hand as he pants into his mouth, smaller hands running through already mussed purple hair. He tugs at the locks and his partner groans. Two hands find their way under his ass and he’s pulled forward until he’s seated right under Shinsou’s crotch and on his thighs. Shinsou breaks the kiss as Denki whines needily, trying to follow the path of his lover’s lips.
“Baby, if you really wanna treat me, prep yourself and then you can ride my cock,” Shinsou whispers into his ear, voice gruff as he rubs their erections together, “would you like that?” He leans back to look at Denki with hunger in his eyes, and the blonde nods excitedly again.
“Yes, yes, please let me ride you, Shinsou, I’ll be so good, I promise.” Denki pushes himself backwards and in between Shinsou’s thighs, leaning back so that his ass is up and positioned in his lover’s line of sight. The cap of the lube comes open with a ‘pop’ and coats his fingers, and he immediately gets to work. He uses his dry hand to pull the panties out of the way and he circles the rim of his entrance.
Shinsou can practically feel his mouth watering as he watches Denki’s skilled fingers work himself open in front of him. Only Shinsou gets to see this side of him, see him spread out and blushing and absolutely perfect.
Two lithe fingers thrust into his hole and back out as he shivers. Shinsou runs a hand soothingly along Denki’s thigh, caressing the soft skin. The teen practically preens as he scissors his fingers. He looks at Shinsou through heavy lidded eyes and adds a third digit, moaning obscenely and Shinsou knows he’s exaggerating it to get him riled up but he can’t bring himself to scold him; it’ll have to wait for another time.
Denki pulls the three sticky fingers out of his ass and wipes them on the sheets underneath him (another thing Shinsou will have to scold him for) and pushes himself back up and over his companion, positioning himself over his achingly hard cock. The tip presses lightly at his entrance and then Denki is sinking down on him, enveloping him in tight, hot heat.
Shinsou can’t help but groan at the feeling of him around his cock, bucking his hips up slightly, the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room.
“Toshi, fuck, you feel so good inside me,” Denki praises him. One of his palms splays against Shinsou’s chest, while the other laces in with his lover’s own hand. He uses the grip to push himself up off of his hips and then drops back down, letting out a cry.
Denki’s voice is like a drug to Shinsou, filling his ears and flooding his senses until the only thing in his head is his cries and his moans, the sound of Denki begging for him. Fuck, he loves this boy too much.
Shinsou’s unoccupied hand finds Denki’s dick and strokes him, hand moving languidly up and down his shaft in time with the drops of his hips. Denki goes up, Shinsou’s fist goes down; Denki goes down and Shinsou’s coming up with a twist of his wrist and a slight thrust of his own hips.
He feels Denki twitch in his grip, hears the way he cries his name like a prayer, and he knows he’s close. He can feel his own oncoming orgasm as well, a tightness in his balls and the way his chest swims with heat. He chases that feeling, fucks upwards into his boyfriend as he bounces on his cock.
He groans and his hands move to Denki’s hips, grip iron tight, and thrusts upwards, setting a brutal pace. All Denki can do is moan as Shinsou lifts and drops him down on him over and over, and then he’s coming with a cry. Shinsou fucks him through his orgasm as his cum pools on his abdomen and then he’s coming, too, deep inside him with a groan. Denki falls forward onto his chest and into his own cum but he doesn’t care; he just lays there and pants into Shinsou’s ear.
Shinsou thinks about patting his thigh and telling him to move, thinks about just moving a bit to pull himself out of his lover, but he’s fucking exausted, and the warmth of Denki on top of him and around him isn’t doing his drowsiness any favors. He closes his eyes and hopes that Denki will take care of it and just let him sleep a bit longer; he can count it as the last bit of his surprise.