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It had barely been a month since they were back from summer vacation in U.A., entering the second term of their school year, which meant everyone was already in high anticipations of their graduation ceremony six months from then on. The past two years (and a half) had been quite hectic for the heroes in training, with all the problems back in their first and second years, and now they had to do their best to secure good work relationships at agencies in order to have a steady job when they finally managed to get their official hero licenses. It didn’t really matter if they had clearly shown their talent and hard work in battle; the real world where adults lived required a shit-ton of fake smiles and bureaucracy that you couldn’t simply ignore because you were outstanding on the field. This meant that, despite being excited for their futures as heroes, the 3-A students were under a hellish amount of stress from school, internships and trauma. Tenya was not any different.
Most students had left their dorms for the weekend in order to visit their families back home or have even a little bit of fun away from school, so the common room was fairly quiet in that Saturday night. Tenya sat alone on the table, books and sheets of paper spread all over the wood as he studied battle strategies (things that should absolutely not require that amount of math). Neither of his closer friends had stayed over to accompany him in his sufferings, which made everything a little less bearable by the minute. Studying in his room had gotten too overbearing today, so he thought that a change in scenery could help, but, God, he was wrong. He took his square glasses off with a sigh, rubbing his temples with rough fingertips, and looked over at the couch where Tokoyami sat scrolling through his phone. Should he just give up for the night and go out of campus to have dinner? Yeah, he would do that.
Stuffing all of his materials in a bag and carrying what couldn’t fit on one arm, Tenya made his way to the elevator and pressed the button to the fifth floor. He had been really glad to finally manage to get on the highest floor on his third year, being that living on the same hallway along with Kaminari, Aoyama and Kirishima in his second year had been (and he was trying to be gentle here) pure hell. They were all a little too noisy and had no idea what privacy meant, frequently invading his room for help with homework or just to chat while Iida was trying to have some alone time. And don’t even get him started on going down to the kitchen for some water and finding Bakugou suspiciously leaving Kirishima’s room at 3 a.m. on a weekday. Their classmates had no idea, but Iida was, in fact, the first to know that the two were together. Now, there were only three people living in his floor: Sero and Ojiro. He had known from their first year that Ojiro was quite quiet, but was oh so pleased to find out that Sero, disregarding his chaotic friend group, was also good floor company. And it had another vantage: Iida and Sero had grown a lot closer the past year, cultivating some kind of friendship over joint training and their shared interests. Iida liked Sero; the guy was always nice to him in spite of his habit of joking around and teasing the hell out of everyone in their class.
Iida went into his room, wondering if he should ask Sero to come to town with him for some food as the man had also decided to stay at the dorms, probably to train freely in one of the arenas. When he glanced at the clock, it was around 8 p.m., meaning the buses and trains were still running. Good. Iida changed his clothes before heading out, walking towards the room on the opposite side of the hallway. This could be fun, right? He and Sero could go to some kind of Spanish restaurant or a burger place, then stroll around the busy streets of Musutafu’s downtown before coming back and watching a horror movie with Fumikage and Shouji in the common area. Yeah, it sounded like a good plan.
Until it wasn’t.
Standing outside Sero’s door, he pondered for a few seconds what exactly to say, and was ready to knock when he heard some giggling coming from inside. He didn’t know Sero had company, as neither of his close friends had stayed for the weekend. Maybe it was someone from another class, and Iida didn’t want to bother, turning around on his feet to leave, but that’s when he heard it.
“Man, this is some A-level shit.”
After so much time living and studying together, Iida could recognize Kaminari’s voice anywhere, especially because the blonde boy never really made an effort not to be loud. He didn’t know Kaminari was around because he’d seen him leave the previous night, but, for what it seemed, he had been wrong. Kaminari wasn’t the person Iida was closest to; far from it, actually. They didn’t have much in common and the fact that the guy hung around with Mineta, of all people, in their first year didn’t really help their relationship. Despite this, Iida wasn’t petty and definitely wasn’t one to ignore people over small things, so he knocked on Sero’s door nonetheless.
There were a few whispers that he couldn’t quite decipher coming from inside before a voice shouted out. “Who is it?” Sero asked.
“It’s me.” Iida replied. “I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner.”
When Sero opened the door, Iida had to force himself not to gulp. Now, he might be reserved, but he wasn’t exactly blind, and he could recognize an attractive man when he saw one. His friend stood in front of him with his hair up in a bun, showing his fresh undercut, wearing a pair of black track shorts and a white loose tank top. It was all long legs and long arms on full display, and it was so damn attractive. However, when Iida looked into Sero’s eyes, they were bloodshot.
“Hey, man.” Sero said, leaning on the doorframe. With that, Iida was able to see Kaminari laying on the hammock inside, smiling and waving at him. “Uh- dinner, right?”
“Yeah. Do you want to go?”
“While I’d love to accompany you, my friend, uh- Denki and I already ate.”
That was when he smelled it. This scent was nowhere strange to Iida, as Tensei always smelled like it after a particular stressful week at work and even now when his friends came over. The fine line of smoke coming from behind Kaminari only served for helping him put two and two together. Narrowing his eyes, he crossed his arms across his chest, looking disapprovingly at Sero.
“At school? Really?”
He could see in Sero’s face that he was looking for an answer, anything that would satisfy Iida enough. “Uh- what do you mean?” The boy tried, but it was clear to both of them that he had been busted. Iida lifted an eyebrow, and all Sero could do was sigh in defeat. “Please, promise not to tell Aizawa. We’re just-”
“Why would I tell him?”
“Because it’s against rules? And the law? And you’re class prez?” He tried.
While Iida could be quite strict about rules, he certainly had become a lot more accepting of breaking them these past years. After all, it was him who escaped an internship patrol to try to kill someone back in his first year, albeit only Midoriya and Todoroki knew about that. Of course, he wasn’t the happiest to see his classmates smoking weed in the dorms, but he wasn’t mad about it either. Sex also wasn’t allowed and he was sure Kirishima and Bakugou spent the entirety of their second year doing it and he didn’t tell a soul, so why would he start being uptight again now?
“I don’t care.”
He saw exactly when both Sero and Kaminari’s faces dropped. It was quite funny.
“Y-you don’t?” The black-haired man stuttered.
“No. Just make sure to keep it down.” Iida rolled his eyes, something that Sero hadn’t seen him do often. “Well, I’ll be on my way.”
He turned around to leave, but Sero grabbed his wrist.
“Do you maybe, uh-… Would you like to come in?” He asked with a small smile. “We have pizza for later.” At that, Iida arched an eyebrow again, wondering if Sero meant what he thought he did. “But you don’t need to, sorry. Just asking.”
“Come in, Iida!” Kaminari yelled from inside, sporting a wide grin on his lips.
Iida looked between the two of them for a moment, taking in the subtle suggestion. In the end, he knew the only way they could get in trouble was if he ran his mouth about the weed (which he would not do) and eating alone didn’t really seem like the best thing in the world after a stressful day of studying. When he scratched his nape and made his way inside the room without a word, Sero smiled widely, and then Iida thought this was for sure the right decision to make. Kaminari whistled at him, grabbing the blunt again when Sero closed the door behind them.
“Sit wherever you like.”
Iida took a seat on the chair by Sero’s desk as Sero himself sat on the edge of his bed, crossing his long legs. The floor-to-ceiling window to the balcony was open, so he could look at the dark night outside; it was beautiful tonight, with a full moon and stars littering across the sky. With the corner of his eye, he could see Sero grab a plate that was on the bed and place it on the coffee table between them.
“Would you like one?” He asked. “They’re edibles.”
Iida was confused. “Yes, they look like brownies. Of course they’re edible.”
Both boys laughed as if it was some kind of inside joke before Kaminari turned to him with a teasing smile. “They’re weed brownies, Iida. That’s what ‘edibles’ mean.”
“Oh.”
“So, do you want one?” The blonde offered now, and Iida wondered if he should accept it. Even if Tensei had his experience with weed, Tenya himself had never come into direct contact with it before; he had never smoked or… well, eaten it. It seemed that Sero and Kaminari did this quite often by how comfortable they looked, all smiles and giggles, and he didn’t want to try it and act stupid like a loser in front of them. He was curious, though, about how it might affect him; to be honest, he had been curious about it for some time after seeing Tensei high. Would it really kill him to let loose just once? To share this experience with his classmates?
“You won’t tell, right?” He cautiously asked.
“If you don’t want us to, we’ll keep it between us.” Sero smiled. “It’s not a big deal, though. You’d be surprised to know how many people in our year do it.”
“I’d prefer to keep this a secret.” He said, and reached for the plate. They looked like normal chocolate brownies, and when he took his first bite, he didn’t even taste anything weird. For all he knew, these could be your normal standard sweets instead of an “edible” or whatever.
“Never thought I’d see you use weed, class prez.” Kaminari laughed. “You’re one of us now.”
Iida smiled at that. Truth be told, he had never spent much personal time with Kaminari, but he was happy to do so now. When they started chatting, he found out that the blonde could be relaxed instead of the usual loud and chaotic mess he was, even though it could be the weed affecting him. Topics ranged from school to their internships to gossip, which was when Iida found out that Sero and Kaminari seemed to know a little bit of everything about everyone, things that he had no idea about, like how Hagakure and Ojiro were fucking and how Kaminari had found out that Aizawa and Present Mic were married back in second year. This was how they started talking about girls. The other two weren’t at all shy about it, commenting on how cute were the girls from the general course and even saying how hot they thought teacher Midnight was. Iida didn’t offer much in this conversation, being a little shy about the topic. Sero didn’t fail to catch on that.
“Man, do you know who’s the prettiest, though?” Kaminari giggled, taking a puff of his blunt.
“I know who you’re going to say.” Sero rolled his eyes.
“Who?” Iida asked, curious.
“Jirou.”
“Denki has a crush on her ever since we entered school.”
“Really?” Iida smiled. “I couldn’t tell.”
“Dude, Denki drools over her all the time!” Sero laughed, grabbing the blunt from Kaminari’s fingers. Now, even Iida had taken a few drags of the weed being passed around. “You should’ve seen when she and Shinsou started making out in karaoke last week. Poor Denki nearly creamed his pants.”
“Shut up!” The blonde shouted playfully. “They’re both fucking hot, alright? And I know what Shinsou’s tongue does to a person. He’s so fucking good in bed.”
Oh, now this was something that surprised Iida. Despite knowing Kaminari was a bisexual by how much he flirted so openly with his friends and talked about people he found attractive, Iida had no idea he had slept with Shinsou. The purple-haired man was his friend and hadn’t said anything about it! Well, Iida supposed that he wasn’t exactly the first person that people would go to and confess their nightly escapades. Still, this was completely news to him.
“Is he?”
“Yeah, dude! He knows what he’s doing to you, you know? And, damn, he’s got a dirty mouth.” Kaminari laughed. “He talks dirtier than Mina.”
“And Mina is filthy to the bone.” Sero grinned. “Fucking with her is always a hell of a ride. Quite literally.”
Iida silently ate another brownie as they talked, not feeling like he fit that conversation, but glad that they were sharing their lives with him. His silence did not go unnoticed, though, because Sero turned to him with a lopsided smile, and Iida couldn’t deny that it did something to him. He couldn’t even say it was the weed, because Sero had, in fact, been doing something to him for quite a while, even if he didn’t want to own up to it.
“What about you, Iida? Tell us something! I’ve always wanted to know if you were hooking up with anyone, but, you know, it wasn’t really proper to ask.”
“Well…” The boy sighed, seeing how both Sero and Kaminari looked at him expectantly. He would just have to disappoint them now. “I’ve never hooked up with anyone.”
“What?” They said in unison.
“What about Uraraka? Mina told me you and she went on a couple dates.” Sero offered.
“We did. We just realized we were better off as friends and left it at that. I’ve- Well, I’ve only went on dates with her.”
“No, you’re lying. There’s no fucking way that one of the hottest guys in U.A. has never gotten laid.” Kaminari said, baffled. “Did you at least make out?”
Iida felt heat rise up to his cheeks at the question, but he had never thought this was something to be ashamed of. It just made him feel a little awkward that his two classmates had been sharing stories of their hook-ups while he couldn’t give them a single interesting bit of intimacy. “We’ve only kissed a few times. Nothing very… You know…” That was when his brain caught up late on something else. “Wait, what do you mean by ‘hottest guys in U.A.’?”
Kaminari looked at him as if he had just committed a felony. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”
“What?”
“C’mon, Iida!” Kaminari whined in frustration. “You have to know you’re hot. I mean, look at those arms, those abs, those fucking thick legs. You’re sex on a stick, man! I would’ve taken you to bed anytime.”
Well, that was… something, for sure. Iida didn’t know what to say to that, and when Kaminari pleaded for Sero to agree with him, Iida turned his eyes to look at the man. He felt a chill run up his spine when he noticed Sero’s glare practically burning holes on his clothes. That was the look of someone hungry, and it stirred something inside Iida. When Sero licked his lower lip before speaking, Iida almost gulped.
“Denki is not wrong.” Sero grinned. “But I don’t think he would’ve done anything to you, you slut. Iida is like, painfully straight.” He giggled.
“I’m just complimenting him!”
“Uh…” He started, and two sets of eyes immediately turned to him. “When have I said that I’m straight?”
Was that what people assumed of him? Truth be told, Iida wasn’t one to go around freely talking about his sexuality and who he found attractive or not, but he had never said to anyone that he was straight either. In a way, he had always known that he wasn’t straight at all. His first crush was on a boy back in middle school, but he never really acted on it, and even in high school he had felt attracted to Todoroki, Aoyama and… well, Sero. Uraraka, Midoriya and Todoroki knew clearly about Iida’s sexuality after so much time being close friends, and they had never told him they had thought he was straight, so this was a little unsettling to him. He really didn’t want Sero, of all people, to think that way. He blushed at the way their chins dropped in surprise.
“No. Fucking. Way.” Kaminari muttered.
“Iida, are you maybe…” Sero started, but Iida cut him off.
“I’m bisexual.”
Both Kaminari and Sero had to take a long drag of the blunt.
“Let me get this strai- No, correct.” Kaminari said slowly. “You mean to tell us that all this time we’ve been wrong? You haven’t known for too long, right?”
“Kaminari, I’ve known about it since I was thirteen.”
Kaminari outright groaned.
“I’m sorry, man. This is quite a shock to us.” Sero said. “I could swear on my life that you were only into girls.”
“That’s not the case.”
The blonde, who had thrown his head back to stare at the ceiling in contemplation, suddenly had an idea. He side-eyed his best friend, wondering if he would appreciate the gesture, then turned to offer Iida the blunt again. As he was smoking, Kaminari shot his question.
“So what’s your type in men?”
When Sero heard the words come out of Kaminari’s mouth, he almost launched himself onto him aiming for the neck, but decided against it, knowing that Iida would not let him commit murder tonight. Instead, he chose to look at Kaminari as if saying “you’ll pay for it”, but was quite attentive to Iida’s next words. Iida smoked a little as he thought, seeming like he didn’t know what to say at first.
“Pretty. I like pretty guys.”
Sero winced. So he didn’t have a chance?”
“Give us an example!” Kaminari asked, and Sero started planning his friend’s funeral.
Iida thought again for a few seconds. He didn’t want to say any of his classmates’ names, he knew the two wouldn’t let him live it down, so he settled for someone famous, someone distant enough and someone that, for sure, had been on the fantasies of the majority of Japan and, recently, on Todoroki Enji’s bed.
“Hawks.” He smiled, then added something on a second thought. “Don’t tell Todoroki. He doesn’t like it when people talk about his father’s new spouse.”
“Who doesn’t feel attracted to Hawks?” Kaminari rolled his eyes. “C’mon, someone in U.A.!”
“Denki, stop pressuring him.”
“But I want to know! Hey, Iida, is there someone in our class you’d like to make out with? Besides the girls, I mean?”
“Are you hoping he’s going to say your name?” Sero fake-laughed, wishing to kill his best friend. Not that he wasn’t also curious, but he didn’t really want to hear the guy he’d been making heart-eyes at for the past year to say someone else’s name. Someone he might actually have a shot with instead of his friend’s step-daddy.
Wondering if it would be better to lie instead of being bashed, Iida didn’t know if he should say the first name that popped into his head. Things could go very right or very, very wrong from then on. Did he really want to try and test his luck on this? He was known for being a little too brutally honest, so they would probably buy it if he lied through his teeth, but he didn’t really know if he wanted to lie. He bit his lower lip, and inhibitions be damned, he might as well shoot his shot right then and there. If everything went south, he could just leave, get into his room and never talk to them again out of embarrassment. Surely, both outcomes sounded great!
He turned his head down to look at his own fingers before speaking.
“Do you really want to know?” He asked once again, even if he knew the answer.
“Yes!” Both replied at the same time, one a bit more eager than the other.
“While I do think you have quite some beauty to you, Kaminari, I’ve never thought about you in that way.” He said as he paid a little too much attention to his nails. A manicure didn’t sound bad right now.
“Aw, you think I’m beautiful? Thanks! As flattered as I am, I’m more interested on whose name you’re going to say, though.”
Always the little shit. Sero wanted to punch him.
“I’m just a little bit flustered.”
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Sero offered, hoping to be freed of this. “As curious as we are, it’s your choice.”
“No, no, I’ll say it. I just…” He smiled to himself in embarrassment. “It’s a bit weird saying this to your face.”
“I told, you. You don’t need to if-“
“No, you don’t understand. It’s you, Sero.” He sighed as his blush crept up to his ears. At this point, he might look like Mina. “I’m attracted to you.”
There was silence.
Sero’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the revelation, and Iida didn’t dare look up at him to gauge his reaction. Kaminari looked between both of them with the biggest shit-eating grin ever, completely enjoying himself at tonight’s events. First, they had gotten the class president to try weed, then to say he was into men and then to say he was into Sero. Really, his best friend should be thanking him right now, kissing his feet in adoration, because if it weren’t for his nosiness, they probably wouldn’t hear from Iida’s own mouth that he wanted to make out with Sero. Mina would freak out when he told her all about tonight, and Kirishima would, for the first time, win a bet against Bakugou.
“So, should I take that as my cue to leave or…?” Kaminari teased them, scoffing when both pairs of eyes set on him. “Don’t get me wrong, I love watching, but I don’t know if you want me here.”
“What do you mean, Kaminari? You’re good company.” Iida said, not quite grasping the clear suggestion in the blonde’s tone. Sero wanted to scream.
“He means that he’s a pervert.” Sero groaned in frustration. “He would stay to watch us making out if I let him. Because I, uh-, I’m attracted to you too. Very attracted.”
Kaminari was really enjoying himself seeing all of this unfold right in front of his naughty little eyes, and he looked at Iida to see him gasp at Sero’s words, finally understanding what the blonde had really meant. By all means, he would really love to see his best friend getting it on with Iida; he thought they were both out-of-this-world hot and knew that Sero fucked incredibly well, but a first time probably should be special and not include someone jerking off to them in the room.
“Yeah, I’m leaving.” The blonde said as he got up, taking one of the pizza boxes on top of Sero’s desk. “I hope you don’t mind me taking the food, Hanta. I’m sure Tokoyami likes pepperoni.”
The door closed with a thud and suddenly Kaminari wasn’t there anymore.
“This is awkward.” Sero said.
“Yes.”
“So… How long have you been attracted to me?”
“Last year, I think. I knew it when I saw you dance at Momo’s party.” Iida replied with honesty. “How about you?”
“First year. When we went into the pool first time. I had to jerk off twice in my room that night.” Sero laughed. “But I began liking you last year.”
“Liking me?”
“Yeah. You’re not just spank bank, you know?”
“I…”
“You don’t have to say you like me back or anything. I thought you were straight, so I’ve never been exactly hopeful.” He smiled, finally looking in Iida’s eyes.
“You’re a good friend, Sero.” Iida scratched his nape. “I like spending time with you and I find you… I think you are very attractive. I thought about you many times, but I didn’t think I actually stood a chance.”
“You do, though. All the chances.”
“I don’t know if I can give you what you want.”
“Honestly, I’ll take anything you give me.”
They locked eyes right then, and Sero felt a current go through his whole body, as if Denki had mildly electrocuted him. Iida’s face was pink and his eyes were glassy, a little bloodshot from the weed, and Sero wondered if he really meant everything or if the drug was affecting both of their brains so hard that this was a hallucination of some sort. The atmosphere in the room was somehow that of longing, and Sero felt an inclination to get up from his bed and walk slowly towards where Iida had been sitting in his chair. Sero had grown in height these past two years, to the point that he now had a few inches on Iida, and towered over him right then. Iida looked up to meet his stare, and Sero took a hand to the boy’s cheek and another to his neck, caressing soft skin with utmost care. He could feel a slight stubble under his palm, the roughness of Iida’s jawline remembering him of the man’s chest hair when he chose not to shave, something that Sero basically drooled over. Sero leaned down leisurely, giving Iida enough time to back out if he didn’t want this, but instead Iida angled his head better and put his hand on Sero’s nape, pulling him down for a kiss.
At a first taste, Sero found out that Iida’s lips were soft, and their touch felt almost chaste. They nibbled at each other’s lips for a few seconds before Sero used the tip of his tongue to silently ask for permission, licking at Iida’s lower lip. At that, he felt Iida hesitate, breaking their connection.
“I have never…”
“Never french-kissed before?” Sero asked, so close that Iida could feel his breath on his face. He shook his head, remembering how he and Uraraka had never gotten to it despite their dates, because, in the end, it felt a little weird to kiss your best friend who you found out not to have romantic feelings for as you went out together. They shared pecks, small kisses too, but Iida had never felt someone else’s tongue in his own mouth. He felt utterly inexperienced next to Sero, who had been bragging about his sexual life earlier and for sure knew all about how to make someone feel good and wanted. Iida had no idea how to do it. “I’ll teach you.” Sero added. “If you let me. Do you want it?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Okay. Do you want to go to the bed? It’s more comfortable.”
“S-sure.”
“Don’t be nervous. I won’t do anything you don’t want to. If you don’t like it, we stop, alright?”
“Y-yeah. I’m just a bit overwhelmed.”
“You don’t need to be. Come on, let me take care of you.”
Sero took Iida by the hand, making him get up. He tilted his head down, pressing his forehead to Iida’s and pecking the tip of his nose before guiding him to the bed, where he made Iida sit with his back against the wall. Eyes behind glasses looked at him from head to toe with some kind of longing, taking in the sight of his slim body and making him feel sure that this wasn’t a mistake. Sero kneeled on the mattress in front of Iida, taking off his glasses with delicate fingers and placing them on the little shelf of his headboard without a word. The air between them was thick with tension before Sero got even closer, throwing one of his legs over Iida’s own and straddling him, then lowering his body so they were on eye-level. At that, Iida gasped softly, unsure of what to do with his hands as Sero’s eyes burned onto him, but his partner sensed his confusion before he could say anything, taking his wrists and placing Iida’s palms on the sides of his body.
“Is this okay?” Sero questioned as he cupped Iida’s face between his large hands. Had they always been so large? Capable of holding him so delicately, yet with such clear need? Iida shook his head in affirmation, not trusting his mouth not to say anything weird or stupid due to his nerves, and his heart almost exploded out of his chest when Sero chuckled lowly at him in an act of amusement. “Just do as I do. Don’t worry too much.”
When they kissed again, it started slow and simple, just like before. One more time, Sero licked Iida’s lip in a silent request that he opened his mouth, which he did, and Sero’s tongue made its way inside, searching for Iida’s. That was when he could actually feel what Sero tasted like: a little bit of smoke and chocolate brownies, along with something he couldn’t really decipher. He didn’t dislike it, of course, because then he chased for more, shyly tangling their tongues together at first. It felt new and unknown, and he was afraid Sero would hate it and tell him he was a bad kisser through and through, but Sero touched him with such softness that he simply let go. As Sero broke the kiss first, Iida’s lungs were desperate for air, his chest heaving.
“Breathe through your nose.” Sero said as one of his hands slid up and the other slid down, so he had them on Iida’s scalp and neck. “You’re doing good.”
Leaning down once again, Sero felt Iida’s grip lower and tighten around his waist as they locked lips for another kiss. This time, Iida followed his advice, always the avid learner, and didn’t refrain from chasing Sero’s tongue with unspoken need. Inexperienced as he was, Iida did a good job at trying to replicate whatever Sero did to him, quickly getting the gist of it as they continued intertwined, and Sero couldn’t shake off the feeling that the guy was a natural. It didn’t take long for them to deepen the kiss, and Iida outright groaned when Sero pulled his hair, making the sound go directly to Sero’s dick. Decided that he definitely wanted to hear more of that, Sero kept softly pulling at Iida’s scalp as they kissed, spreading wet smacking sounds through the room. For someone that hadn’t ever done this before, Iida turned out to be a little more than great at making out, as he let go in Sero’s arms and kissed him with a type of hunger Sero had never seen on him before. When Iida bit Sero’s lower lip, trying to do something he had heard from Midoriya, Sero moaned in his grasp, and Iida was now sure he wanted to be hearing a whole lot more of that from then on.
They lost track of time as they went, completely engrossed on each other to even think about anything else. Their touches burned on each other’s bodies, and Iida then felt a little more confident to move his hands from Sero’s waist, fiddling with the seam of the tank top before sliding under the cloth. When Sero felt Iida’s grip directly onto his skin, he let go of his mouth to nibble at his jawline, and then lowered himself even more for open access to Iida’s neck. Iida’s nails softly scratched Sero’s sides as he felt his friend’s mouth on his skin, planting open-mouthed kisses all over from his collar to behind his ear. He had never felt this hot before.
“You can touch wherever you want.” Sero whispered in his ear, making goosebumps spread through his body, and went back to his ministrations. Iida gulped at the sheer pleasure of the assault on his neck, as he had never known it would turn him on so much, and thought briefly about Sero’s words. Slowly, as if he was testing the waters, he started grabbing Sero’s flesh tentatively. First, he felt the strong muscles in those lean thighs; he had always known that Sero’s form was quite toned from watching him train, and his hero costume left nothing for imagination, but actually getting to grab at him gave Iida a whole new perspective. As Sero continued attacking his neck, probably sucking hickeys on it (that Iida could honestly give no shits about), Iida’s fingers made their way under the ends of Sero’s thin shorts in an act of courage, and Sero moaned when he felt a tight grip on his ass. He went up to take Iida’s mouth again, kissing him with a new eagerness as he felt Iida’s hands kneading his ass on top of his underwear, and he had never regretted more not going commando.
As they kept going, Sero started feeling a little too hot, so he broke the kiss again and breathed deeply with his forehead against Iida’s. He didn’t think too much before sitting back and taking off his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor, but when he looked at Iida’s face, he smiled slyly. Iida’s eyes had fixated on his pecs, where his light-brown nipples both sported shiny silver barbell piercings. There were no school rules that said he couldn’t have piercings (hence why his ears were full of them), but he usually didn’t wear his nipple ones when he knew they would have to train in their hero outfits. His costume was skin-tight, so the piercings wouldn’t be exactly secret, and he already got enough looks as it was. Now, he was glad he hadn’t been exposing them around, because the sheer want in Iida’s eyes at the sight of them was enough to make him shiver.
“Do you like them?”
“Y-yeah.” Iida answered, gulping hard. Sero glanced down then, and made a mental note that a gulp certainly wasn’t the only hard thing between them.
“You can touch.”
“I-“
“I want you to touch.” Sero said truthfully. He took one of Iida’s hands and pressed it to his chest, showing him that it was much more than okay, and when Iida lightly pulled at one of the piercings, Sero hissed a moan. They went back to kissing again, but Iida’s hands didn’t leave Sero’s pecs as he played with Sero’s nipples. That might’ve been much more out of curiosity than anything, but it still made Sero’s dick as hard as a rock and he moaned into Iida’s mouth. He was sensitive, okay?
This time, it was Iida’s turn to have a go at Sero’s neck, and he tried replicating what he had felt being done to him. He was still playing with Sero’s nipples as he licked long stripes on his skin, peppering kisses on his collarbone, and Sero could do nothing but moan and pull at Iida’s hair. Iida was way too good for a first-timer, and if Sero didn’t know his friend as well as he did, he would’ve thought the man had been lying about being inexperienced.
“Fuck, Iida. So good…” He moaned as his friend bit lightly at his neck and pinched one of his nipples. Iida then pulled off, tilting his head back to see Sero’s face twisted with lust: lips parted, breathing heavily and eyes fluttering. He felt some sense of pride dwell within himself at the realization that Sero looked this good because of him. Damn. “Take your shirt off too.”
Iida didn’t protest or deny it, he just did as he was told, unbuttoning his blue shirt. Sero, though, wasn’t very patient, and even if it was hot as hell to see Iida slowly undress in front of him, he wanted that thing gone as soon as possible, so he too helped with the buttons. As Iida slid off the clothing, a little hesitant to just throw it on the floor, Sero got an eyeful of his torso. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Iida half-naked many times before in the locker-room, but their proximity made it out to be something completely new. Iida’s physique was one to die for, his muscles being just as ripped as Kirishima’s and Iida was even taller, which made him bigger. He had thick muscular arms that showed veins when they flexed, a nice set of 6-pack abs adorned by a sinful deep V-line, full pecs and wide shoulders to die for. Kaminari hadn’t been wrong to call him sex on a stick, and Sero had been wanting to lick it all up for over two years.
When they resumed kissing, Iida kept pulling at Sero’s nipples and making him whimper, alternating between one and the other as one of his hands also grabbed Sero’s naked waist. This man was too much of a fast learner for his own well-being. Sero was getting a little too turned on also, and couldn’t fight the impulse to grind down on Iida’s lap, and that was when he could feel what he had seen earlier: Iida’s bulge was hard. Both of them moaned into the kiss, and Sero did it again. And again. And again. He did it so much that he might as well be riding Iida through their clothes, but there was a point when it became too much for both of them. Sero’s hands went to Iida’s waistband, fiddling with it before he stopped kissing.
“Can I touch your dick?” He whispered, and his hoarse voice make said dick twitch inside its confines. “It’s alright if you aren’t ready, I just…”
“You can.” Iida sighed, licking his lips. Hearing that, Sero didn’t waste a single second anymore, getting off Iida so he could unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers, pulling them down on one swift move. When he was met with the sight of Iida’s boxers, he licked his lips at the clear damp spot where the head was, and managed to pull them down too. Not to let Iida be the only one naked, Sero hastily undressed himself completely too, letting his dick spring free and stand proud.
With a teasing smile, Sero pushed Iida onto the mattress so he was laying on his back and straddled him again, kissing him hungrily. He didn’t spent much time on Iida’s mouth, though, as he started kissing down his neck and collarbone, and took a hold of his friend’s dick in his right hand. Iida moaned at the touch; that was the first time that someone else was touching him somewhere so intimate, and the feel of a hand that wasn’t his own was completely new to him. Sero relished at how hard Iida had been and how wet was his glans, dripping sticky pre-cum all over his shaft. Iida’s dick was long and thick just like the rest of him, and Sero didn’t know if he had ever seen one this big apart from his own, and it turned him on a little too much. He started jerking Iida off slowly, taking his time licking his pecs and chiseled abs to try to ingrain the taste of Iida’s skin into his brain. When he reached Iida’s groin, he looked up to see Iida’s red eyes staring down at him and felt a chill up his spine.
“Can I suck it?”
Iida almost choked on his own spit.
“Huh?” He managed to get out. “D-do you want to do that?”
“Do you have any idea of how many times I fantasized about sucking your dick?” He chuckled, still jerking it. “I just don’t want to rush into anything you aren’t ready for. I told you, I want anything you can give me. So, can I do it?”
“Y-yes.”
“You won’t regret that.”
When Sero licked a wet stripe from base to head, Iida shivered. A hand was something he could compare to his own, but the feeling of a hot tongue dragging across his shaft almost opened a door to a new dimension to him, giving how strange, yet how good it felt. His sensitivity was heightened in comparison to other people because Iida didn’t have the habit of touching himself often, and Sero’s tongue felt so good that he thought he could faint.
Closing his mouth around the glans, Sero tasted the salty pre-cum of Iida’s tip, lapping at the slit to collect more of it. He closed his eyes as he circled it with his tongue and used his hand to pull the foreskin down, licking the frenulum to make Iida choke on air. Iida’s cock was thick enough to fill his wide mouth as he began bobbing his head to take a few more every time, drooling all over the shaft so he could use it as lube to masturbate what wasn’t in his mouth with one of his hands. He wanted to give Iida a blowjob he would never forget, and a part inside of him wanted to make it so that no one could ever outdo him. Sero prided himself in being an excellent cocksucker, and Iida would get his full service. The man moaned under him every time he hollowed his cheeks or used his tongue particularly well, breathing heavily and gripping the sheets with both hands. Sero decided that he couldn’t have that, and guided one of Iida’s hands to his head; though, when Iida didn’t know what to do, Sero pulled off to talk to him.
“Pull my hair. I like it. Don’t worry about being rough.”
He immediately felt Iida’s grip on his scalp as he went back to sucking, deciding to look up and try eye contact. He knew how hot he looked with dick in his mouth from all the videos Kaminari and Shinsou had of him, and he was sure that Iida would appreciate the view. Locking eyes with Iida, who leaned on one arm as the other was busy with Sero’s head, Sero started fondling Iida’s large balls, making him groan out loud.
“Fuck.” Iida said, and Sero felt air be kicked out of his lungs. He had never heard Iida curse before in their nearly three years studying together, as the boy said he didn’t want to use disrespectful language. That was a pity, because now Sero realized that curses sounded downright sinful in Iida’s gruff voice. It was so hot that Sero had to wonder if he could ever get Iida to fuck around with him again and if then he could get Iida to call him all sorts of filthy names. He made a mental note to remember this idea.
As the blowjob went on, Iida became a little less insecure about the whole ordeal, and at a particular pleasurable flick of Sero’s mouth, Iida pushed up inside his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He groaned at the sensation, and it didn’t go by unnoticed, so Sero started making an effort for Iida’s cockhead to hit his throat on every down stroke. Iida couldn’t keep himself from thrusting up into Sero’s warm mouth, but thought it was fine as he didn’t get a single complaint from the man, so they kept going like that. That is until Sero decided to be a prick and use his ever-present lack of a gag reflex to relax his throat and let Iida’s dick enter it on his next thrust, making him curse yet again. If he could smile, Sero would’ve, because the look of shock and pleasure on Iida’s face was certainly stirring his insides like never before. Always the tease, Sero used the beginning of his throat to swallow Iida’s cockhead, the sudden constriction making the boy’s hips act up and push even more of his dick inside Sero’s inviting heat. Iida had never felt so good before in his whole life. Sero held it there, swallowing around before he had to come up for air.
There was a thick string of spit connecting his mouth to Iida’s dick. This would have made quite a good picture.
“Enjoying yourself?” Sero chuckled, licking his swollen red lips as he rubbed Iida’s dick on his cheek. Even if he had been the one deprived of air, Iida was the one panting as if they had just come out of a training session leaded by All Might. Hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his eyes were narrowed as he tried to come back to his senses; then, when he did, he pulled Sero up by his hair, kissing him as if he was trying to taste himself on Sero’s tongue. It was hot and slick and dirty; Sero had to focus hard enough not to outright hold Iida’s chin and spit inside his open mouth. Not today.
“You feel amazing.”
“Yeah? Why don’t you fuck my mouth then?”
“What do you mean?”
Sero grinned. “I mean… you should just lay me on the bed, head hanging from the edge, and stick your cock in my mouth until you cum down my throat.”
Iida’s eyes widened at the suggestion, his brain immediately providing him with colorful images of what it would look like to do that to Sero. As much as he did want to do as he was told and take everything that he could get… “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. I want you to do it. I’ll tap your thigh when I need air.”
“Do you promise?”
“Of course.” He playfully rolled his eyes. “Not that dying while sucking dick wouldn’t be my ideal death, but I’m not ready to die yet. So, are you in or not?”
Sero laid on his back on the mattress, letting his head hang and opening his mouth as an invitation. That was when Iida could take a few moments to stare at Sero’s dick flushed pink against his navel, glistening at the tip and emerging from a trimmed patch of dark hair. He had never been so close and personal with someone’s naked form before, and the sheer attractiveness of Sero’s slim yet muscular frame made his imagination get a little out of hand. With a sigh, he slid into Sero’s waiting mouth, pushing past the entrance of his throat until he could see it bulge with the volume of his cock and feel Sero’s nose nested between his balls. It was so warm, wet and tight that Iida nearly lost his mind, but he was determined to comply to Sero’s wishes, so he pulled back until only the tip was inside and then pushed back in completely. The sound that resulted from this action was downright filthy.
Another experimental thrust made Iida groan as he felt Sero swallowing around him, and he couldn’t stop himself from starting a pace. It was slow at first, and Sero would tap him when he needed to breathe, but it began getting faster by the minute up until Iida was really face-fucking Sero. He would thrust in quick and rough, hypnotized by the silhouette of his cock moving under the skin of Sero’s neck, so much so that he kept his fingers on it in order to feel himself. Sero didn’t care about controlling the amount of his spit, so it just accumulated in his mouth and bubbled at the seams of his lips, dripping down his nose to his forehead. The thrusting sounded wet and made Sero’s own dick twitch and leak enough pre-cum to pool at his abs, and he could swear he lost another piece of his mind each second. He had just a few seconds to breathe before Iida slid in again, and he loved every moment of it, from the thick rod abusing his throat to the heavy balls slapping on his forehead hard enough to make it turn slightly pink. Even if Sero had countlessly fantasized about this, nothing could have prepared him for the real thing; the idea of taking Iida’s first time, though, was extremely arousing. He had his class’s goody two-shoes fucking his face as if he was a cheap slut, turning from this hesitant guy to an absolute throat-wrecker.
After a few minutes of this ordeal, Iida felt a familiar heat spread through his body. He knew this sensation from the occasional times he had been too stressed and in need of relief, alone in the darkness of his bedroom with only his right hand as company. His thrusts were becoming more desperate as he chased the feeling, and Sero recognized what was happening by his moans and the way his thighs tensed beneath long fingers.
“F-fuck.” Iida stuttered after a particular hard thrust, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Fuck, Sero, I’m going to-“
He didn’t need to pull out again in order to understand Sero’s response, as the man under him gripped his flesh trying to pull him impossibly closer, and then Iida just… He just let go. With just a few more erratic thrusts, he felt his body tremble as his balls tightened and he released everything inside Sero. The first shot went directly down his throat, but Iida pulled back so that his thick cum spilled into Sero’s mouth and tongue, filling it up until it dribbled out onto his face as he couldn’t swallow everything. He should have known that a man as big as Iida was, with balls as huge as those, would cum literal buckets. What was most exciting about it, however, was the scream of pleasure that Iida let out when he was coming, completely uncaring if someone could hear them in the dorms. When Iida finally let go of Sero after coming back to his senses (his mind had gone blank for a while, but you couldn’t blame him for that), he could see the mess he had made.
Sero’s hair tie was on the floor as the jet-black strands hung from his head, his lips looked redder than before and his face was wet with a mix of drool and sticky white cum. It was so fucking hot to see him completely fucked out, gasping and panting for air as his nipple piercings shined under his lamp light. Iida helped him get up and sit comfortably on the bed, grabbing the tie from the floor so that he could get Sero’s hair away from his face.
“Are you okay?” He asked as he tied the hair in a loose low ponytail.
“Y-yeah.” Sero breathed deeply. His voice was hoarse, broken, a sign of what Iida had done to him. His dick was still painfully hard between his legs since he willed himself not to cum on the spot as he tasted Iida’s release.
“Do you need a glass of water?”
“N-no.” He said a little too quickly. “I don’t want you to go…”
“I’ll be back in a heartbeat.” Iida assured him. “I’ll get some wet wipes for your face too.”
“Promise you’ll come back?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Iida kissed the top of Sero’s head before wearing his pants again and taking Sero’s tank top too. He knew that anyone who saw him downstairs would raise an eyebrow at how disheveled he looked, but he didn’t really have much time to change and make himself look proper as he felt the need to come back as soon as possible. Taking the elevator down, he tried to quietly go into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, in hopes that no one saw him.
He soon found out that hoping was fruitless.
Kaminari was in the kitchen with Tokoyami eating pizza. Iida had no choice but to be a man and face Kaminari’s teasing, so he went in and headed straight for the fridge. He felt two pairs of eyes on him, but had to stay strong as he took a large bottle from inside, as well as an energy drink, just in case. When he turned around, Tokoyami looked a little amused and Kaminari sported the biggest shit-eating grin.
“Enjoying yourself, class prez?” The blonde asked suggestively. Iida felt the urge to tell him to shut up.
“Yes, Kaminari. How about you?” He forced himself to be polite and didn’t wait for an answer as he turned around to leave.
“Nice shirt, Iida!” Tokoyami shouted from behind and Iida could hear the both of them erupt in laughter. Usually, the bearer of Dark Shadow didn’t involve himself with joking around at his classmates’ expense, but Kaminari was clearly a bad influence on everyone around him.
Before heading to Sero’s room again, Iida went into his own to take some wipes from a drawer, wanting to get back in there as soon as he could. Then, when he opened the door, he was met with a sight that made his dick want to jump back to life. Sero was on his bed, leaning against the wall, one of his hands fisting his dick as the other pushed the cum on his face into his mouth. He stopped his actions when he saw Iida standing by the entrance in suspicious silence.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve been hard for ages. I want to cum.” Sero whined.
“Alone?”
“Well, I-“
“I’m not so selfish that I would let you do that.” Iida said in a stern voice and approached the bed. “Come here, let me clean you.”
Sero complied with his request and scrambled to the edge of the bed just like a puppy eager for attention. Iida smiled at that, placing the drinks on the coffee table before opening the package of wet wipes and using one of them to clean the mess on Sero’s face. He held his friend’s chin in a strong grip as he wiped cum and spit, looking down at him in some sort of adoration.
“Kaminari was downstairs. He knows.”
“Of course he does.” Sero scoffed. “He left exactly for that.”
“Tokoyami seems to be aware too.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t really mind, though.”
“Y-you don’t?”
“Why would I?”
“I don’t know… I thought you didn’t want people to find out about this.”
“Well, I sure don’t enjoy people gossiping behind my back, if that’s what you mean. However, I don’t see why it should be a secret. I won’t go out telling everybody, but I don’t care if they know.”
“Really?”
“I’m not ashamed of being with you, Hanta.” Iida sighed, feeling the weight of Sero’s given name on his tongue. It was the first time he used it, and, to his amusement, Sero seemed quite surprised at that, as his cheeks turned bright pink. “Drink something, please.”
Both of them took huge gulps of water, but Iida let Sero have the energy drink. He noticed how Sero’s dick hadn’t become soft for a moment, wondering if this experience was being as interesting for him as it was for Iida. He couldn’t shake off the thought that he was too inexperienced next to Sero, but hoped that he could meet at least some of the man’s standards. That meant that he should, quite literally, take matters into his own hands to help Sero cum.
“Do you want to keep going?” Iida asked, just to be sure.
“Hell yes.”
Then, Iida attacked Sero’s mouth with a kiss, the empty energy drink bottle falling to the ground with a soft thud. Their tongues wrestled again, but now Iida was a little more comfortable with it, enough to push Sero down on the mattress and kiss him as his hands groped Iida’s back. Iida quickly lost his clothes again, eager to continue what they were doing. He traced his fingers down Sero’s torso lightly, making the man shiver under him, before wrapping a hand around Sero’s erection. It felt new for him to have someone else’s genitals in his hands, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on to no end. Sero was sensitive after denying himself for so long, whimpering against Iida’s mouth as Iida jerked him off in slow motions. Even if it was Iida’s first time with someone else, he knew his way around his own dick, doing to Sero what he enjoyed doing to himself, which meant that his thumb constantly rubbed over Sero’s slit, spreading pre-cum all over his cockhead and making him whine. Iida’s calloused fingers felt amazing on his shaft too, bringing Sero closer to the edge.
But he had an idea.
Would Iida even be up for that? A blowjob and a handjob were not that much of a deal, however…
“Hey.” Sero whispered, breaking their kiss.
“What is it?”
“I need to get something.”
Iida didn’t understand it when Sero got away from him and went to search one of his drawers, but realization dawned upon his mind as soon as he saw the half-empty bottle of lube.
“I told you before. We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.” Sero smiled shyly. “I just thought that, you know, since I’m clean…”
“Shut up, Hanta.” Iida groaned, pulling the man by his wrist until he fell on top of him, and then turned them around so they were back to where they had left. “Just teach me.”
“Do you really want to do this?”
“Do I look like I don’t?”
In order to emphasize his statement, Iida leaned down enough so that his erection rubbed against Sero’s, taking them both in one hand and giving them a few tugs. Everything turned Iida on so much that he was hard and ready to go again, and this time he would make sure to give Sero an orgasm. At that, Sero gulped before spreading his long legs under Iida and popping open the cap of the little bottle in his hand.
“I want you to finger me…” He said, trying to ignore his embarrassment. Usually, Sero was a tease who took what he wanted with no hesitation, just like he did when he got Iida to fuck his mouth. By no means was he a maiden or anything near shy in bed, as he often prided himself in being a certified slut, but things were just different now. Never would he have thought that he would actually get Iida to fool around with him, so he didn’t really realistically imagine how he would act once the guy he liked was on top of him and completely down to fuck. Iida’s eyes were earnest as they stared down, and Sero could swear he saw the pupils dilate at the suggestion, and Iida stayed silent for a few seconds as if he was processing information like an overworked computer.
With a shaky sigh, Iida licked his lips and gave Sero a small peck. “Okay.” He smiled. “How do we start?”
“Well…”
His heartbeat was ringing in his ears as Sero explained that Iida had to lube up his middle finger and Sero’s entrance. Iida listened like a diligent student learning the contents of the next test, taking mental notes since he didn’t have a notebook and a pen with him. What seemed like a fairly simple task at first proved itself to be a challenge, not because it was difficult, but because Iida was nervous, hard and eager all at the same time. He took the lube and poured some on his fingers, a little more than necessary but he would rather be safe than sorry, and then searched for Sero’s hole in between his spread legs. His dick twitched when he felt the wrinkled texture of flesh under his fingertips, and he held Sero’s leg up so he could get a better view. For a few moments, Iida just prodded at the entrance and tried to get that image ingrained in his brain, but he soon pushed his finger against the hole lightly, threatening to enter it, and realized how tight it would be. He bit his lower lip and pushed in again with a little more force this time, and Sero gasped when he felt Iida bury the first knuckle inside.
“That’s it, Iida, you’re-“
“Tenya.” He cut him off mid-sentence. It didn’t sit right with him that they were doing something so intimate and Sero was calling him by his surname. “Call me Tenya.”
Sero gulped.
“O-okay, Tenya.” He said, feeling the name roll on his tongue. Calling Iida by his first name was a big deal, especially because the only ones who did that were his closest friends Midoriya and Uraraka. Sero felt somehow especial. “You’re doing well. I can take more than that, so don’t be afraid to push in.”
Iida nodded, slowly inserting more of his finger inside. Sero’s walls gripped him tightly, they were warm and soft and Iida wondered how that could feel around his dick. He shook off this thought in order to focus on the task at hand, starting to push in and out slowly, watching a part of himself disappear inside his friend. Sero just breathed deeply, a tad bit overwhelmed by the whole situation, and groaned at the feeling of Iida’s thick finger. “O-one more.”
Squeezing the bottle of lube, Iida let the liquid fall on his hand at the point where his finger touched Sero’s hole, and then slicked his index finger along with the middle one. The grip around both digits was a little bit tighter now, and he inserted them slowly, almost experimentally, grabbing the flesh of Sero’s thigh unconsciously at the same time. Iida tried to recollect his friends’ conversations about sex and the tiny amount of porn he had watched in his life, searching around in his mind for something that would make this a better experience for Sero, and something inside him suddenly clicked. His eyes widened a little and it was as if a lightbulb had lit on top of his head as he remembered Midoriya asking Todoroki for tips on anal sex while they studied in the library. At the time, Iida had been shocked at their lack of discretion and focused on his books instead of the conversation, but the words were still clear in his brain. Smiling at himself, Iida scissored his fingers inside Sero, making the man moan loudly underneath him, and started the motions of a finger-fucking session. In addition, he twisted his wrist and curled his fingers in search of something he had only read and heard about.
“Fuuuuck.” Sero moaned as he arched his back, walls tightening around Iida’s fingers when he felt them prod at his prostate. It sent a shiver through his whole body and made his dick drip a fat bead of clear pre-cum on his stomach, and the sight of that had Iida’s dick twitching. Iida hooked Sero’s leg on his shoulder and let go of it in order to wrap his hand around Sero’s erection, starting to play with it and his hole in sync. There were squelching sounds coming from both parts as Sero panted and wondered if he really had to teach Iida anything at all.
“Feels good?” Iida asked, rubbing the prostate softly.
“So good.” The friend groaned. “Use another one and don’t hold back. Fuck them inside me, Tenya.”
Sero’s voice was heavy with lust and his eyes were impossibly darker, glazed in pleasure, which made Iida want to do so much more to him so he could keep seeing that look forever. He abided by Sero’s wish, and with a little more lube and patience, three of his fingers were deep inside Sero’s ass. Only the beginning was slow since Iida was trying to get him used to the stretch, unwilling to let him feel pain, but things escalated quite rapidly. Iida pulled in and out quickly and angling his fingers enough so they brushed against Sero’s prostate every single time, trying his best to incite moans and pleads out of his throat as he lost a part of his sanity.
It didn’t take much longer after that for Sero’s breath to start hitching and moans to start breaking, and he warned Iida that he was close. “Make me cum, please.” He whined, gripping his sheets so hard that small patches of them torn apart, and Iida couldn’t do anything besides granting that wish. His ministrations on Sero’s dick and ass were fast and almost rough now, and when he felt that the shaft needed just a little more wetness and couldn’t just stop what he was doing, Iida spat a large glob on spit on it to continue jerking it off. That was Sero’s downfall. Only a few seconds after that, Sero’s back arched up and his dick twitched, spilling white ropes across his torso and on Iida’s knuckles, his ass tightening wildly around fingers. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he cried out Iida’s name along with a string of curses.
Sero panted hard, trying to get air back in his lungs as he felt Iida’s hands leaving him. He didn’t have the energy to open his eyes right now, though, so he just laid there all dirty and sweaty with his hole clenching around nothing. It all had felt so good, and the fact that it was Iida, his goody two-shoes class president and crush, who had done it made the whole thing just ten times better. He felt something damp rubbing on his torso, forcing himself to lift heavy lids and watch Iida cleaning him up once again with wet wipes. The action was soft and careful, completely different from what had transpired just instants before, and it made Sero’s heart swell in adoration inside his chest.
“You need more water.” Iida said before grabbing the bottle, and when he turned back around, Sero could see that he was still painfully hard. Talk about an ego-boost. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” Sero took the bottle and gulped down a few times, so thirsty that some water even dribbled from his mouth. “What about you?”
“I’m fine.” He smiled. “This was… nice.”
“You just made me cum so hard I lost coherent thought for a bit. This was more than nice, Tenya.”
And, really, Iida shouldn’t look so good with that blush on his cheeks. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you want me to go or to stay now?”
“What do you mean? We aren’t done yet.”
“Huh?”
“You don’t actually think I’m going to let you get out of this room before fucking me, right?” Sero teased him with a lopsided smile. “Especially when you’re that hard.”
“I can take care of it on my own. You don’t need to force yourself.”
“Tenya, I don’t think you understand. I want you to fuck me. We’ve come this far, let’s go all the way.”
“Are you really sure of that?”
“Yes, I am. Get your ass over here.”
Iida couldn’t win against Sero’s antics, he just surrendered and leaned in to kiss Sero again. For someone who hadn’t done any of that before, he was becoming quite addicted to the taste of Sero’s lips. Now that each of them had gotten off once, they weren’t rushing into it anymore, just taking their time to explore each other as their bodies fell back on the mattress. It was an entanglement of limbs and tongues, all warm and soft, and both men felt like they could do it forever.
At some point, Sero had gotten on top of Iida and started rutting against him and pulling at his hair, feeling Iida’s hands grip his waist so hard it could bruise. He broke their kiss and looked down in such awe that Iida’s eyes might as well hold stars inside them, and then peppered Iida’s face with little kisses, feeling indescribably happy at that moment. Iida chuckled below him and cupped his face, rubbing his thumbs affectionately on Sero’s cheeks before diving in for another kiss. And as much as Sero wanted to cherish everything right now, he also felt an urge bubbling in his stomach: he had to get Iida inside him as soon as possible.
“Hey, I just need to get some condoms.”
When he tried to get up, Iida held him down. “Stay.”
“Clingy.” Sero chuckled, kissing Iida’s nose. “I mean it, though. I don’t mind not using them, but I thought you’d want to.”
“Do you not use them with other people?”
Sero bit his lip at the question, blushing slightly. He sighed loudly then, hiding his face on the crook of Iida’s neck. “I do use them.” He whispered. “I haven’t been with anyone since I took my last STI test and I’m clean too. I know you must be clean since you’ve never done this before, so I don’t mind doing it raw with you. Actually, I kind of want it.”
“Why?”
“Do you need me to say everything?” Sero rolled his eyes, embarrassed, and raised his torso so he could look into Iida’s eyes again. “I told you I like you, so I want us to feel everything, okay?” He said, then added in a mutter: “And I want you to cum inside me, you know?”
Hearing that last sentence, Iida swallowed dryly. Now, he knew the right thing to do was use protection, right? He preached about it to his sexually active friends all the time, because: 1) he loved children, but didn’t want to be a godfather so soon in his life, and 2) STIs were a very serious issue and they should care more about their bodies. Yes, he was aware that he should let go of Sero and let him go grab the goddamn condoms, but something that most people didn’t know is that Iida wasn’t as righteous as they thought he was. He too had thought about having sex with someone and releasing inside them instead of using condoms and pulling out, but he had never seriously imagined he would actually do the deed. Right now, with his dick harder than ever before, a man he was attracted to and the knowledge that said man was clean… Well, he couldn’t really care about what was most correct.
“I… I do not mind. I, uh, I want that too.”
“Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah…”
Sero licked his lips. “Okay. Let’s do it. Fuck me.”
He reached for the lube that was tossed aside on the bed, pouring the liquid on Iida’s hard dick and giving it a few tugs to slick it up. This was something literally straight out of his dreams and he wouldn’t waste any more time, so he held the shaft between his legs and slowly leaned his hips down.
When the tip touched his hole, Sero forced it in. His breath hitched for a second there at the intrusion, because even if he was stretched from the fingering before, Iida was just hung, not only in length, but also in thickness. It wasn’t that hard to lower himself slowly from then on, taking inch after slick inch until he impaled himself on Iida’s dick. The sensation of having such a big thing inside of him was downright delirious, and he had to place a hand on Iida’s chest to maintain his balance and sanity. “Just let me get used to it first, alright?” He said in between deep breaths. Iida, on the other hand, had to focus all of his psychological strength in order not to cum on the spot. He had never felt something like this in his entire life, and it took everything within him not to start thrusting up as soon as he entered Sero. If his throat was good, his ass was better. It was a tight fit, the walls constricting around his dick and he could feel everything in that warmth, and if that wasn’t enough, the visuals were breathtaking. Sero sat on top of him, his stiff shaft leaking pre-cum on Iida’s belly, piercings shining and mouth agape. A picture would’ve been nice now.
They stood like that for around two minutes before Sero deemed himself stretched enough to start moving. First, he grinded down and moaned at the sensation on his prostate, and then began shifting up and down, taking just a few inches out before pushing it in again. Iida grabbed the flesh of his thighs and gripped tightly, nails scratching skin, and looked hypnotized seeing his dick disappear between Sero’s legs. Things progressed quickly, and before they knew, Sero was bouncing himself on top of Iida, using his chest for support and working his legs so he could almost pull out entirely and slam down afterwards.
“F-fuck. So good, damn.” Sero moaned with a large smile. “You’re so fucking big.”
“You’re amazing.” Iida managed to say in between panting.
“Yeah? Give me some help here, then. Told you to fuck me.” He chuckled, dropping his torso and laying on Iida’s chest. “I’m not gonna break. You can grab my ass and fuck me hard.”
No more words were needed as Iida did as he was told. He easily lifted Sero’s body and his own to angle himself better, holding the man on top of him so he wouldn’t fall, and Sero too held onto his shoulders for a ride. Iida began thrusting up quickly, which was easy with such powerful legs that he usually used with his quirk. The change in pace was drastic, because Iida was accustomed to speed and, of course, he would take it as an advantage in sex. He held Sero’s butt-cheeks open and slammed home, filling the room with loud slapping sounds and Sero’s moans of pleasure.
“That’s it, Tenya. You’re fucking me so good, baby.”
When Iida groaned at his sentence, Sero realized he had gold in his hands.
“You like hearing that, yeah? Like knowing you’re the biggest I’ve ever had too?” He teased him, starting to move his hips down to meet Iida’s upwards thrusts. “You’re the best, sweetheart.”
Of course Iida would have a praise kink.
Sero started to moan in Iida’s ear, singing him praises of all sorts in order to get a reaction out of him. He wasn’t lying or anything, because everything he said was true, but mostly he was relieved he could finally pour his heart’s content freely because Iida fucking got off on it. Sero would tell Iida about how much he liked him, how handsome he was, how good he was doing and call him sweet names. They changed positions a few times from cowgirl (boy?) to missionary and to Iida outright holding Sero’s hips on the air to fuck him while kneeling. That was until Sero laid on his side and Iida got behind him so they could do it cuddling.
That slowed down their pace. Iida laced an arm around Sero’s waist to hold him by the stomach as he fucked him, with another arm under Sero’s head as a pillow. They kissed languidly and wetly, moaning and groaning in each other’s mouths without a care in the world, lost in a bubble where only the both of them existed solely for one another. When Iida held Sero’s leg up so he could go deeper, Sero broke the kiss and bared his neck, letting his partner lick and suck on the skin. He knew he’d be completely bruised with hickeys for the next week or so, but he couldn’t give a shit, not when the man of his literal dreams was fucking him within an inch of his conscience. Actually, he wanted people to see. He knew Iida didn’t mean to stake claim over him, but he could still delude himself, right?
It was when Iida started jerking him off as they fucked that Sero felt a familiar tingle in his body, the stimulation of his erection and prostate at the same time was far too much when he had already come once before. Each thrust in that position went directly to that sweet spot inside him and he drooled just a little, incapable of containing himself and his cries. This might have been Iida’s first time, but he did Sero much better than a lot of the people he had been with before, and they both silently wondered if this would only happen once. They didn’t want this to end because then things would change, but Sero was already feeling on the edge and found it hard to come down from it.
“I wanna cum, Tenya.” He whispered against Iida’s mouth, rotating his hips to meet his partner’s motions. “Please, baby.”
“Me too.” Iida panted. “Are you close?”
“Y-yeah. Want to come together.” Sero kissed him. “Want you to come inside me.”
At that, Iida sped up the pace of his assault on Sero’s ass and dick, twisting his wrist around the erection skillfully. Sero felt his balls tighten more and more until he couldn’t take it anymore, telling Iida he was ready. He came when Iida kissed him again, rope after rope of cum shooting out of his dick to his chest and one of them has such pressure that it hit his chin. When that happened, his walls twitched around Iida’s cock, gripping him with such force that they ripped an orgasm out of him, and he cried in Sero’s mouth as he painted the man’s ass with white from inside. He was in such a high that his vision blanked out for a few seconds, having to grip Sero’s waist tight in order to keep his grounding and his sanity.
After he came, Iida felt the toll on his body after such a long session. How much time had they spent fucking, exactly? He had lost track of reality around them, so he needed a few minutes to come back to his senses as he panted against Sero’s neck. His dick was still inside his partner even after softening, and he didn’t really want to pull out.
“Are you okay?” Sero muttered.
“Yes. Are you?”
“Yeah. I hadn’t felt this great in a while.”
“That’s good.” Iida smiled. “Was I up to par?”
“Babe, you were better than so many people.” He chuckled. “You don’t have to compare yourself to them, though. You’re special. None of them could’ve given me what you gave me.”
“I’m glad.”
“My legs are so wobbly. Take responsibility.”
“I will. What do you need me to do?”
“How about we clean up and eat something?”
“Alright.”
When Iida slid out of Sero, he could see thick globs of his cum trickling down his gaping hole to his balls and thighs, and that scene alone could’ve gotten him hard and ready again if he hadn’t come twice already. He wiped himself and Sero’s body clean, giving the man the last of the water they still had. Everything in that room was a mess, but at least the smell of weed had gone out of the window for now, and Iida was sure that wasn’t Sero’s first time sneaking the drug into the dorms. Not that he would tell, though.
“Take one of my sweatpants and a t-shirt. I’m sure I have stuff big enough for you, big boy.” Sero giggled as he sat down on the bed. “You really did a number on me. Think I’ll be able to sit properly tomorrow?”
Iida blushed. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t care. Worth it.”
“I’ll take you to dinner tomorrow as an apology.”
“You don’t need to dine me, Tenya.”
“I want to.” Iida sighed, sitting on the bed again and pecking Sero’s lips. “Maybe we should give it a try.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… I can’t tell you for sure that I like you in the same way as you seem to like me. Romantically, I mean. However, I like spending time with you and I find you absolutely beautiful, so maybe we could try going on a few dates. What do you think?”
Sero’s eyes widened as he took that in.
“You mean… You want to go out with me?”
“Yes. If you don’t want to, though, it’s alright. I understand.”
“I want to. Yes, please. Let’s go out.”
“Okay.” Iida smiled.
“Okay.”
That night, when they were done changing and went downstairs to eat in the kitchen, both Kaminari and Tokoyami stared at them from the couch with knowing eyes. Hagakure, who had come back from somewhere while they weren’t there, just looked completely confused.
When Iida showed up to class on Monday morning, his neck was covered in makeup and he hoped that no one could notice and ask him about it. The previous night, Sero had been insistent on attacking his neck and he couldn’t really deny him, so he had to awkwardly explain to Uraraka earlier today why he was so bruised and needed her to work some miracle onto his skin. Sero, however, had no intention of covering anything, grinning at Iida when he got to class and heard his classmates’ whispers.
Yeah, Iida would be in for a hell of a ride with this one.