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It had been three years since Hitoshi was Shouta’s student at UA and he had grown into a striking young man of 21 years old. Shouta had taken him as his apprentice and in his second year he had transferred to class 1A. He continued to train the kid throughout his career at UA and the relationship had grown closer than student and mentor over the years. Hitoshi was his pride and joy, like a son, or that’s what he had always reminded himself. But that wasn’t- the thought of Hitoshi as his son made his stomach turn.
His graduation day had come and gone and with it came moving boxes and Hitoshi unpacking and moving into his spare bedroom. Shouta had insisted that it was to help them both save money as he would charge Hitoshi a small amount of rent. Truthfully it was because he wanted to keep an eye on Hitoshi, his family life had never been great and his parents kicked him out the moment he turned 18. There were many nights during his high school career when he would come knocking at his door at some ungodly hour with no place to go. Before he even moved in the spare bedroom was stocked with a few sets of his clothes and an extra toothbrush.
The pair fell into a comfortable routine over the next few years, Hitoshi took a job at an underground hero agency and Shouta continued to teach a whole new set of students. After work the two would come home and share a meal, often it was something quick and easy but occasionally it was a hardy homemade meal.
It was one of those nights, a Friday where neither of them had to work the next day and it wasn’t yet dark outside when they got home from work. Shouta had decided to cook a nice meal, they both deserved a little indulgence. He settled on a big pot of Udon soup, something to warm them up from the persistent cold and rainy weather outside. On his way home he stopped at a bakery, the display cases were overflowing with sweet decadences, glossy with sugar and brightly colored fresh fruit. He ordered two slices of strawberry shortcake, the woman behind the counter smiled brightly as she handed him the box tied up with a red ribbon.
The meal was delicious, Hitoshi had a big appetite and helped himself to several large servings. He had grown into himself, standing almost as tall as Shouta but with much more muscle mass. The pair watched TV, some comedy that Hitoshi loved to mindlessly watch at the end of the day. The rain outside was pitter-pattering on the metal roof of the apartment and it was freezing out but Shouta felt himself heating up from the inside out.
“I got us a treat,” he said as he went to retrieve the cake and grab a couple of forks.
Hitoshi took the neatly packaged box and looked excitedly at its contents “You got my favorite,” he smiled, his cheeks dusted a rosy pink shade. Shouta was taken back for a moment, Hitoshi was very pretty in a manly sort of way. The two dug in, eating straight from the box unceremoniously.
Shouta watched as Hitoshi stuffed his cheeks with the fluffy cake, he licked the fork in between bites trying to get every last morsel. Over the years Shouta became aware of Hitoshi’s sweet tooth and while he knew it wasn’t the healthiest, he couldn’t help but indulge him on occasion.
Hitoshi laughed at something on the screen and glanced over at him. He hadn’t even been watching the show but he felt himself overcome with laughter and joined in. Hitoshi nudged his shoulder as his laughs turned to giggles, Shouta noticed how he shifted closer.
Suddenly Shouta wasn’t laughing anymore and neither was Hitoshi, the pair just looked at each other. Hitoshi looked like he was assessing him, his eyes searching Shouta’s face as if looking for some answer to an unknown question.
His eyes were drawn down to his lips not of his own volition, they looked sticky from the cake and he couldn’t help but wonder if they would still taste sweet.
Hitoshi reached up and placed a hesitant hand along Shouta’s jaw and moved forward slowly. He knew what was coming, had felt the tension between them growing and this was where it would finally come to a head. His brain screamed that it was wrong, he should stop Hitoshi before he made a mistake. But he was frozen in place, and deep down he knew that this was what his selfish heart wanted.
Hitoshi pressed his lips to his own and even though he saw it coming it still felt like an electric shock and his stomach twisted with guilt, but his heart felt like it might overflow. It was conflicting, but he couldn’t stop.
Hitoshi pressed more firmly with his lips, now cupping his face with both hands, and poured himself fully into the kiss. Shouta opened his mouth submissively, but his hands remained pinned to the couch. He felt the slick slide of Hitoshi’s tongue against his and he tasted sickly sweet, he couldn’t help his unabashed groan as his mouth was plundered.
Hitoshi slowly rose, sliding his leg across him to settle into his lap, the weight of him heavy and achingly good against his growing erection. Fuck— fuck, fuck. He should probably stop this now before it gets any further. Hitoshi broke away from the kiss and his eyes were blown wide with arousal.
“C’mon Sensei- you can touch me” he moved his hips in a tantalizing spiral to provoke him. The word Sensei rolled off his tongue teasingly, it had been years since the damn brat had started calling him by his first name.
Shouta groaned and grabbed his precious face in his hands “You know that just a few years ago I was your teacher— I’m twice your age.” He closed his eyes and breathed in Hitoshi’s sweet and peppery scent. It was a weak argument and Shouta knew he wanted to lose anyway.
“We’re both adults, I can tell we both want it. I think we both deserve to be happy for once.” Hitoshi’s look was pleading, like if Shouta didn’t touch him he might instantly combust. “Doesn’t it feel good to kiss me?”
“I mean, yeah—“ He stopped just short, realizing what the tricky brat was trying to do.
“Tell me the truth, do you want me to keep going?” He could feel Hitoshi in his mind like a heavy fog demanding an answer and his response was pulled from him automatically.
“Yes! Please, I need-“ and that’s all it took for Hitoshi to drop down to the floor between Shouta’s knees. He rubbed his face unashamedly against Shouta’s obvious arousal and groaned against him, Shouta could feel the vibrations of it down to his bones.
He rushed to undo his pants, hands visibly shaking and Shouta felt just as nervous as Hitoshi looked.
“M’gonna make you feel so good Sen—sei, Shouta.” His voice was sultry as he looked up at Shota with hooded eyes, only a thin strip of purple visible against his widely dilated pupils. “Fuck- I’ve always wanted, never thought I’d be able to have you like this” he sounded desperate as he slid Shouta’s pants down, leaving him in just his boxer briefs.
Shouta could feel the hot blush spreading down his face, never had he expected Hitoshi to be so forward so quickly.. he hadn’t ever even. allowed himself to consider.
“Fuck- Hitoshi, I think I should mention I’ve never done this before” He looked anywhere but at Hitoshi when he spoke, unsure of what reaction it would bring.
Hitoshi shook his head dismissively at the statement “I’m sure it won’t be much different with a man”
Ah okay. No that wasn’t what he meant... He pulled himself together and glanced down at Hitoshi, one hand reaching out hesitantly to cup his cheek.
“I’ve never had sex before with anyone, honestly I’ve never been in the position to have a real relationship and I don’t like the idea of casual hookups.”
Realization dawned on Hitoshi’s face. “I’m sorry, maybe I should have approached this differently. If you want me to stop I will, we don’t have to take it that far if you don’t want to.” He looked a little guilty “I don’t just want to have sex with you, I mean I want you like that too but it’s— I’m in love with you Shouta”
His face was a pretty shade of crimson, purple eyes glancing up at him fondly. He’s so gorgeous, a full-fledged man now with broad shoulders and muscular forearms that are to die for, and Shouta is lost in the moment, soaking in the man before him and his confession.
He can’t help the smile that spreads across his lips “I love you too.”
Hitoshi looked like a man that’s just been handed a million dollars.
“I don’t want to wait” Shouta licked his lips, eyes searching Hitoshi’s blushed face.
“Oh thank God” Hitoshi lunged forward again, pressing his face against Shouta’s clothed cock, groaning and mouthing messily at him.
“Shit- you ever thought about” The question hangs from his lips, he’s uncertain if the first time is an appropriate time to ask but his head is foggy with lust.
“You can use your quirk on me if it’s something you want- I give you permission.” Shouta looked away as he spoke, he had always had a thing for Hitoshi being in control and he could tell that Hitoshi liked it too.
Hitoshi sat up on his heels, assessing the statement. “Okay” Shouta could feel Hitoshi’s quirk filling his mind like a heavy purple fog and it was intoxicating.
“Tell me Sensei, what do you want me to do to you the most right now?” Hitoshi spoke slowly, turning his head in question.
“Fuck me!” The answer was pulled from him forcefully and his face heats with embarrassment at the admission.
“Sensei wants me to fuck his virgin ass?” Hitoshi tsked “That’s naughty of you” his tone is playful and the embarrassment he feels fuels his arousal further.
“Tell me have you ever fingered yourself?- in detail please”
“Yes! I lay on my bed and use my fingers first, get myself wet and open, and then fuck myself with a dildo that I keep in my bedside drawer. I do it and I imagine it’s you inside me, have to be quiet so you won’t hear me but when I start to get close I want to beg for you to come in and fuck me- please!” It’s a messy jumble of words that comes spewing out from his mouth and it leaves him leaking with arousal at how embarrassed he feels.
Hitoshi took a sharp breath and hastily removed Shota’s underwear. “You’re already so wet down here” Hitoshi emphasizes his statement with a languid stroke of the fingers along his length.
If he wasn’t bound by Hitoshi’s quirk Shota knows he would be whimpering by now.
Hitoshi leaned down suddenly, the warm heat of his mouth and tight suction on his cock.
His pace is fast- relentless. Shouta feels like he’s on the edge as the tension inside him builds impossibly higher. He’s right on the edge, so close but for some reason he isn’t cumming. The pleasure becomes almost unbearable and he can feel tears slipping down his face unprompted.
Hitoshi pulls back and smirks at him. “Fun fact,” he glances down at Shouta’s dripping cock, so red that it’s almost purple now “You can’t come when I have you under my quirks control unless I order you to.” Shouta feels his cock throb at that admission.
“Shouta, you’re still okay with this? Answer honestly” his tone is softer when he speaks.
“Yes!” He gasped his response and heard Hitoshi get up and quickly returned with lube and condoms in hand.
“Get on all fours, spread yourself for me” Hitoshi stood above him and his tone was demanding, and powerful. Shouta felt his body move, face buried in the cushions of the couch and hands spreading his ass for Hitoshi.
He felt fully on display, exposed and his head felt tingly and light. Displaying his ass for Hitoshi to take and use as he pleased.
“Shouta, I’m going to release you for now but I know I can trust you to do as I say without it right Sensei?” He could feel the dip of the couch as Hitoshi kneeled behind him.
“I’m sure you know what the stop light system is? Red means a hard stop, yellow means slow down, and green means continue. I would like to use it with you if it’s okay?” Shouta was aware of the system and felt comfortable with the idea of using it.
“Yes, that’s okay with me”
Shouta felt Hitoshi run his fingers down the crease of his ass, lightly running over his sensitive hole. With his head still buried in the cushions he couldn’t see what would happen next but the uncertainty only made him more excited.
He could hear the sound of the lube opening, Hitoshi squeezing the cold gel directly onto his crack. He rubbed his fingers up and down torturously slow, pressing against him but not entering. Shouta was getting desperate, pressing back against the touch.
“What do you want sensei?” He emphasized his words with a firm rub against his wet hole “Who do you want?”
He groaned “Put it in, Hitoshi please— your fingers.” He ground himself back against Hitoshi the best he could but Hitoshi moved his hand away.
“I think you can ask nicer than that” he could practically feel the smirk on Hitoshi’s face, loving every bit of power he had in the situation.
Fuck, he could do better, he could be so so good for his Hitoshi.
“Please!” He moaned “Please put your fingers inside, I need you” Hitoshi waited a moment but returned his fingers to rub against him again.
Shouta felt like he was going crazy, needed to feel him inside, and wanted Hitoshi to hurry up and fuck him.
“P-lease sir!” He felt so desperate, mind growing foggy with lust.
Hitoshi pressed forward, sliding inside easily. His fingers were overly slick with lube and already not enough.
Hitoshi set a slow pace, fingers opening him up in preparation to be fucked, not going in deep enough to offer any kind of relief for Shouta.
He spread himself wider, arching his back further, begging with his whole body for Hitoshi to fuck him.
“Shouta, I want to put you under again” he thrust his fingers in and out harshly this time, punching a gasp from Shouta’s lungs. “I want you so bad baby, want you to be my tight little cock sleeve.”
Shouta moaned, fuck he wanted Hitoshi to use him like a fuck toy. God damn, he wanted it so fucking bad that his body ached.
“Shit, we should have talked about this before” Hitoshi hesitated, the daze of arousal lifting slightly “Give me a color, tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Green, I want it so bad. You can do it, put me under” his voice was raspy, his cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal.
“Fuck, listen to me, baby. If you feel like you want to stop at any moment just push back against my quirk. I can feel when someone’s resisting, if I feel even a little resistance I’ll stop right away.”
Shouta shivered in anticipation “Okay, I’m ready.”
He felt Hitoshi take control of his body, heard the zip of Hitoshi taking himself out of his pants and the rip of the condom packet.
He felt the most relaxed he had been all night, Hitoshi was fully in control. Shouta wanted to be a good little hole for him to use, to fuck and fill with cum.
He felt the tip of Hitoshi against him, he eased his length inside the tight entrance.
“Fuuuck, you feel so good around my dick” he groaned.
His hips snapped forward, setting a brutal pace as he fucked in and out. He was so deep, hitting Shouta inside so good, filling him up again and again with his throbbing cock.
Shouta could feel himself dripping on the couch, his cock was so hard and heavy between his legs.
“Shit baby, it’s like you were made for taking my cock ” he leaned forward as he grasped Shouta by the neck to pull him back onto his cock brutally.
He felt himself twitching around the hot length inside him, his whole body aflame, blush spreading down to his chest.
“Do you like that?” Hitoshi grunted “felt your cute little hole twitch, was it from me calling you baby?” He continued in between thrusts “Or from hearing how you’re my good little fuck toy? C’mon and tell me.”
He felt Hitoshi drop his quirk, the ability to move rushing back in fuzzy tingles like when you sit on your hand too long.
Hitoshi didn’t stop for a response, still fucking into him as he tried his best to make a coherent sentence.
“Good- ah fuck ah ah!” Shouta could feel his orgasm building, toes curling at the punishing pace. “Good little- fuck! Ah fuck, toy sir!” Hitoshi moaned and reached his hand down to run his flat palm against Shouta’s weeping cock.
“Want to be your cock sleeve- oh!” Shouta gasped, he was babbling now, so close to the edge that he didn’t care what he was saying “For so long- wanted you.”
“Yeah sweetheart? How long huh?” Hitoshi’s rhythm was starting to falter, he was close too. “You wanted me to throw you down on your desk back at UA and use you like my own personal blow-up doll?”
Shouta moaned, feeling his eyes roll back as his body tensed in orgasm, cock spurting hot cum against Hitoshi’s palm.
“Shit! Ah that’s filthy sweetheart” he brought his cum covered fingers up to press against Shouta’s lips, the other opening his mouth to eagerly suck them.
“Fuck, Shouta gonna cum in your tight ass!” He groaned as he ground his cock deep inside. Shouta was so overstimulated, but he was still desperate for Hitoshi to cum, to use his body to pleasure himself.
He could feel the throb of Hitoshi inside him, the gasp as he chanted praises over and over “So good baby, take it! Take me ah!” It felt like Hitoshi was cumming forever, cock throbbing inside as he thoroughly filled the condom.
Hitoshi collapsed against him, both panting heavily to catch their breath. Shouta was the first to speak, turning to press his forehead to the others “Well that was unexpected.”
The pair laughed, smiling wide as Hitoshi pulled Shouta into a tight embrace. “You’re amazing” he kissed Shota on the forehead as they nuzzled together.
“Maybe next time we can switch it up and I can ride you” Hitoshi winked, what a mischievous brat.