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„Come on, we gotta hurry or Aizawa-sensei is going to fucking whoop our asses-“ , was not the hottest thing Hitoshi believed to be hearing that day, especially after both of them were caught in - well - practically the opposite of getting ready for another trainings-session. Not that he didn‘t want to get ready, not that he didn‘t want to attend training like the good student and hero-to-be he was by now, but something or rather someone seemed to have entirely different ideas in the end.
And Denki was pushy when wanting him.
Just as he was pushy while closing the door behind both of them and getting back at Hitoshi, hands dug into his collar, pulling him closer and down towards him just to feel his lips on his own. And, by god, if Denki‘s weren‘t the softest lips that Hitoshi ever felt on his own, he would be damned. He hummed into the kiss, his hands already sneaking to Denki‘s waist, grabbing him and holding him into place. He could feel Denki smiling at this, pressing himself more against Hitoshi while wrapping his arms around his neck.
It didn‘t take a lot to get Hitoshi in the mood, especially when it was about his boyfriend, but the little sparks of electricity, the vibrations, the tickling in his neck would have been enough to get him there, if he would not have been completely lost already. Denki was playing dirty, as per usual.
Did he mind though? Absolutely not. Curiously enough, Denki managed to make getting shocked by an electric fence sound oddly arousing.
That being said, just by trickling his skin with light electricity and pushing his tongue past Hitoshi‘s lips, Denki managed to make Hitoshi‘s pants feel a lot tighter than they were before.
The kiss didn‘t last long, as Hitoshi could already feel his boyfriend‘s hand in his hair, grabbing him, pulling his head back and breaking the kiss that way. Hitoshi couldn‘t help but quietly moan at the rough handling, followed by a hiss of pain as Denki‘s grip just tightened more. Shortly after, he felt the grip softening again but still holding him in place. Hitoshi couldn‘t help but smile a little, especially as he felt Denki‘s soft lips plaster kisses along his pale neck. A few tiny traces still left from a few days prior, but mostly faded, were about to be renewed.
Another gasp pushed past his lips as Denki bit down, sucking his skin shortly after. God, this boy could probably do anything to him and he would be endlessly lost for him. The grip in his hair loosened, but the biting and sucking continued for a short while, enough for Denki‘s hands to travel downwards, trying to open his pants already.
„Ah-“, Hitoshi managed to gasp out, a smirk on his lips as the grip of his hands tightened on Denki‘s hips. „Didn‘t you say we- g-gotta hurry, Baby....- Ah !“, another bite and another light shock on his skin. His pants got even tighter, though Denki was quick to work his pants open, giving him some pressure-relief.
„What do you think I‘m trying to do?“, Denki asked then, his golden eyes glistening up at him with a tiny smirk on his lips. God, he was beautiful. Hitoshi probably looked like a mess himself, but Denki always managed to look gorgeous, no matter how far they went and no matter how ‚fucked‘ - in the most literal sense - he was.
Hitoshi‘s mouth felt dry just feeling Denki‘s hands so close to his crotch, feeling how he pushed the pants slightly downward, all the while looking at him with those beautiful eyes of his.
He sighed as Denki pressed his lips against his own again, Denki‘s hands teasingly close to where Hitoshi wanted them to be. He was so hard, god.
And though Hitoshi could feel how Denki‘s hand was softly rubbing above the obvious bulge in his boxers, he tried to bite back a moan as his own hand wandered downwards, down Denki‘s hips. Just now noticing that Denki‘s thighs were slightly shivering. That was another shot down right into his cock, just thinking how Denki was maybe just as aroused as him. A tiny moan slipped his lips nonetheless as they kissed and before Denki knew it, there was a hand between his legs, Hitoshi‘s fingers pressing down on him, massaging him through his pants.
The sound that left Denki‘s throat was all that Hitoshi wanted to hear. Denki broke the kiss, his hand stopped moving and a choked moan left his lips as he pulled his hands back and used them to hold onto Hitoshi‘s shirt. „There?“, Hitoshi asked, his free hand pulling Denki closer and holding him in place as his fingers moved a little forth, knowing exactly where to press down and where to circle their movements to earn another moan from his boyfriend.
Denki nodded against his shoulder, another quiet and breathless moan coming from his throat. Hitoshi bit his lip at that, just thinking how aroused Denki was from all this was sending shivers down his spine. Fuck. „Ahh- T-Toshi...“, Denki breathed out, huffing out a laugh as Hitoshi stopped in his movements for a moment: „S-Still gotta hurry though- Do you have-“, his eyes darted up to meet Hitoshi‘s again. There was this faint blush on Denki‘s cheeks as he asked and Hitoshi could practically feel Denki‘s thighs pressing together to get a little more friction off of him. Fuck.
„Ah- Shit.“, Hitoshi answered Denki before he could even speak out his question. Right. There was something he needed to get. Denki pouted for a short moment, only followed by a tiny smile before he pulled Hitoshi down to him, kissing him softly.
„Don‘t worry, I bet there are ... other things we can do.“, little did Denki know that Hitoshi was already planning to do something. So he just grinned a little at him, feeling Denki press his hand against him again shortly after to draw out a small moan from him. Not what he was planning.
„You‘re right.“, he huffed then, leaning forth just a bit to kiss Denki‘s cheek and move his lips to his ear, his fingers pressing down once more, massaging him teasingly slow. Denki‘s body tensed a little at that and Hitoshi couldn‘t help but smile at the tiny noises that Denki made under his breath. His own dick was left abandoned again, which was fine. Since Denki had started to take T, his lower parts had gotten way more sensitive than before and it had only been a few months since he started. So it was easier for his boyfriend to lose himself in the feeling. Not that Hitoshi minded, not at all. He would gladly be there to make his boyfriend feel good.
„Then let me make you feel good, Sparky...“, Hitoshi mumbled into his ear with a low voice and to his own amusement, Denki huffed at the nickname, one hand softly slapping Hitoshi‘s chest. But instead of just leaving it with that, he pressed down a little harder, knowing full well that his fingers were on Denki‘s most sensitive spot down there. Denki immediately moaned out in pleasure, his grip tightening on Hitoshi‘s shirt. Music to Hitoshi‘s ears. „G-God, Toshi- Fuck...“
„I‘ll make you feel real good, trust me on that.“
And though Hitoshi loved the feeling of Denki softly pressing himself against his fingers, he pulled away nonetheless, causing Denki to whine underneath his breath. Denki didn‘t say anything, however, he just glanced up into those captivating purple orbs, waiting for what was to come.
Hitoshi just pressed a quick kiss to his boy‘s lips, before he pushed himself gently away from Denki. The fact that he had to peel himself out of his pants, which were just hindering by now, hanging way too low for comfort was probably not the sexiest thing he could do, but he would make up for it. Luckily enough, Denki didn‘t say anything and just watched him with his breath fastened. Though he could see the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips.
„Thanks for not commenting.“, Hitoshi huffed, throwing his pants to the side as he was finally out of them, now only left in his boxers and his shirt.
„You want me to comment?“, Denki asked, a cheeky grin on his features, though Hitoshi just rolled his eyes as he walked closer again: „Shouldn‘t we get to the bed?“
„No.“, Hitoshi said, his voice low again as he walked up to his boyfriend and softly guided him back and against the wall. Denki just stared up to him with reddened cheeks. „I think this is better...“, Hitoshi whispered, feeling a little embarrassed as he lowered himself to the ground, dropping to his knees in front of his boyfriend.
Denki just watched with big eyes and red cheeks, his gaze directed downwards to where his boyfriend was now kneeling. Hitoshi‘s hands were quick to be back on his hips, softly shoving up Denki‘s shirt a little bit to prep his stomach with kisses. Of course, Denki built up some muscle mass over the course of his first year, but - and that was something his boyfriend complained about a lot - he was back at losing them again just as fast if he skipped a few trainings-sessions. So right about now, Denki was still thin but not too thin. There were just tiny bits of muscle on his stomach and Hitoshi knew that this was something that Denki was majorly annoyed with. Hitoshi kissed it nonetheless. He loved his boyfriend no matter in which form.
The open-mouthed kisses caused Denki to shiver a little, but this wasn‘t all that Hitoshi wanted to do. And so he shoved the shirt further up, revealing more of his stomach, just like the lower side of his binder. For a moment, Hitoshi stopped and just looked up at his boyfriend. Purple meeting gold.
„You-“
„I know. Don‘t worry.“, Denki interrupted him, a soft smile on his lips. A hand found Hitoshi‘s hair, softly brushing through it: „I‘m... gonna open it or- ... take it off when it gets too much.“
Hitoshi smiled back at him softly, leaning into his touch and pressing another kiss to Denki‘s stomach. „All I wanted to hear. I‘m just worried. Sorry.“
„No. It‘s alright.“, Denki mumbled then, huffing under his breath. „Just a few more months.“, Denki reminded himself as if to calm himself down. His chest had been a problem since they had started their relationship. of course, Hitoshi couldn‘t understand it to its fullest, but he knew that Denki was often - not always! - uncomfortable being completely naked in front of him. And though Hitoshi loved all of him, loved to see all of him and feel all of him, this was for Denki‘s own safety. Sadly enough, Hitoshi often needed to remind Denki of that.
„Just a few more months.“, Hitoshi agreed.
Hitoshi could practically feel how the air got a little heavier around them, but they‘ve been together long enough for him to know that nothing was lost. „And now-“, Hitoshi said in his low voice, pushing the shirt up far enough: „Be a good Kitten and hold onto that for me...“
That was probably the moment where Denki could have melted right then and there. At first, he found the nickname a little odd, cringey even, but hearing his boyfriend talk to him like this and call him by it got better with every time he said it. To be fair, in the beginning he might have cringed a little, by now his cheeks just flushed and he opened his lips obediently, biting down on the fabric as he was told to.
„Good boy...“, the words of praise just caused Denki‘s cheeks to heat up a little more, caused him to avert Hitoshi‘s gaze. And soon after, Denki‘s pants were pushed down, only leaving him in his boxers. „Can you step out of them for me?“, Hitoshi‘s voice was much softer by now and Denki just smiled a little, doing as he was asked to.
Hitoshi‘s lips were back at Denki‘s stomach again and though he wanted to rid his boyfriend of his underwear as soon as possible, he still couldn‘t help himself but brush his thumb over Denki‘s crotch, feeling him clearly through the thin layer and feeling the slight wetness of the fabric. Denki shivered, moaned against the fabric in his own mouth, and bucked his hips a little as Hitoshi pressed down exactly where he needed to make him melt. The grip in Hitoshi‘s hair tightened as Hitoshi teasingly rubbed over him, adding pressure, rubbing circles, making Denki lose his mind without even getting to the good part just yet.
Though it wouldn‘t take long anymore, as Hitoshi felt himself growing impatient as well. As he pulled his hand pack to hook his fingers underneath the waistband, Denki whined under his breath, feeling how Hitoshi slowly, ever so teasingly slow, pulled down his underwear, pushed it down his legs to leave a trail of kisses down.
This time Hitoshi didn‘t need to ask, Denki immediately stepped out of the remaining piece of cloth, his lower regions completely bare in front of Hitoshi. And Hitoshi felt his cock twitch in his pants just at the sight of Denki, he was absolutely gorgeous. Hitoshi took it all in. The way Denki‘s breathing got heavier, the way his hand was grabbing his hair, the way his legs trembled and how he was glistening, how his lips were softly reddened through the pressure from before. „Fuck, you look so good...“, he breathed out then, one of his hands already reaching out and softly brushing his fingers over him. Denki shivered once more under his touch.
„Fuck...“, Hitoshi breathed out once more, the arousal shooting straight between his own legs.
As he pulled back his hand, it didn‘t quite leave Denki‘s body just yet and his thumb was at first just softly brushing over Denki‘s oversensitive clit, softly pushing past the lips to rub over it. The fact that Denki spread his legs a little more at that, trying to feel him better caused Hitoshi to bite his lips, his free hand grabbing Denki‘s hip hard, his thumb rubbing a little faster but not harder. He knew that Denki was overly sensitive since starting his T and since he didn‘t want to overstimulate or even hurt his boyfriend, he did his best to look out for him. They didn‘t want to repeat their first few times after the first shots of T.
Denki had a hard time keeping his legs steady. He was shaking, he was breathing heavily and he could feel his own skin tingling with the rest-voltage that was still stored in his body. Fuck. He moaned against the fabric and tried his best to hold his shirt in place. Though as he could feel Hitoshi‘s finger being replaced by his lips, Denki moaned out louder than before, letting the shirt fall back into place as he tightened his grip in Hitoshi‘s hair, both hands now entangled in purple locks. Feeling his hot lips on him made him feel even dizzier than before. „T-Toshi-“, he breathed out, not daring to look down just yet, knowing full well what kind of impact that would have on him.
Denki had never been the quiet one in bed, so Hitoshi wasn‘t surprised as he heard this beautiful boy moan out even louder as his lips finally touched him. This wasn‘t something that Hitoshi wasn‘t used to, since Denki and he had finally gotten this close since Denki felt more comfortable for Hitoshi to see him like this, Hitoshi liked to please his boyfriend like this. Especially since he knew what kind of effect he could have on the pretty blonde.
As he started to softly suck around Denki‘s clit, his eyes darted upwards to see him, shaking and sweating and breathing heavy with his eyes squeezed shut. He looked gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous like this with his mouth agape, moaning with almost every breath he took, drool clinging to his lips and to his chin. Hitoshi would have loved to go further on this day. But maybe this was even better in the end.
However, Hitoshi soon pulled back, grinning as he noticed how Denki bucked his hips, tried to get more friction, tried to feel more of him. „Be patient...“, Hitoshi mumbled then, shifting a little before wrapping an arm around Denki‘s leg. „Lift this up for me, alright? Wanna give you more.“
Denki finally opened his eyes at the loss of Hitoshi‘s lips on and around him. His breath was hitched and his gaze was fogged over. And finally, he looked down at his boyfriend, meeting his gaze and feeling his cheeks heat up more, if that was in any way possible. Denki licked his lips then, nodded, and lifted his leg only for Hitoshi to move it over his shoulder to support him. And once again Denki was at awe at how beautiful his boyfriend was.
„Wait-“, Denki said with a raspy voice before he pulled his shirt over his head. God, he was feeling hot. For a moment Denki hesitated as his hands found the clasps of his binder. It was always hard for him to take it off during. He wasn‘t sure why but this was probably the thing that bothered him the most about his body. His chest. Luckily enough for him, he was blessed with a small chest, to begin with, and yet his mind never played along for him when getting completely naked.
He could feel Hitoshi‘s thumb brushing circles on his hip while his lips pressed against the inside of his thigh. A smile tugged on Denki‘s lips and he took a deep breath. He was alright.
Carefully he opened up the binder and finally he could breathe a little easier. And getting it off during sex with his boyfriend was also getting easier time by time.
Just a few more months, he reminded himself.
The last piece of clothing was discarded and as Denki looked down, Hitoshi smiled up at him softly, kissing his inner thigh once more.
Yeah, things were getting easier.
And with that, after Denki gave him a little sign that they could continue, Hitoshi‘s lips were on him again, sucking and kissing him and finally more able to taste his boyfriend like this. Denki‘s moans were enough to - once again - tell him that he was alright. More than alright.
Soon, Hitoshi‘s tongue rubbed along Denki‘s heat, teasing him, circling his clit, rubbing his sensitive skin, and lapping over his entrance. The angle might not have been perfect, but good, just tasting Denki like this caused Hitoshi‘s to react as well and while holding Denki‘s leg up with one arm, the other hand soon shoved down his own boxers as far as needed, just to palm his own hot erection. Hitoshi couldn‘t help the moan that pushed past his lips, finally feeling some relief in all this time. „Fuck-“, he swore under his breath, pumping his dick while trying to keep to the task at hand.
Soon his tongue was on Denki again, licking across his heat, tasting more of him. Hearing Denki whimper and whine, feeling him shiver with his whole body.
And, god, he could feel Denki‘s skin trickling. Like the feeling, you would get when you would run your hand over the screen of one of the old TV‘s. Hitoshi learned to love that feeling more and more over the time they spent with each other.
However, the slight shocks that came off of Denki‘s hand were a little stronger and Hitoshi wasn‘t sure if he was doing that intentionally or not, but the slight, trickling pain on his scalp caused his dick to leak precum already. So with a swift motion of his hand, he used that to lube his member in a little. Making his own movements a little more smooth on himself. He surely wouldn‘t take long, as hard as he was now.
Once again, Hitoshi thanked whoever was out there that his boyfriend was able to control his electricity to not shock him to death when they had sex.
Though that would have been worth it.
For now, he kept on with his little routine of kissing, sucking, and especially licking all across Denki‘s heat, but as he felt himself getting closer, he stopped moving his hand on himself. It took a moment for him to catch his breath but, after switching the leg Denki was standing on, he used his newfound free hand to rub along Denki‘s entrance, softly parting his lips and pushing inside of him a little. Denki shivered more and more and - after parting Denki open - Hitoshi let his tongue run over Denki‘s entrance, only to feel a tiny shock of electricity at impact. Of course, Hitoshi pulled back at that, more out of surprise than anything else.
Looking up at Denki showed him that he was close himself. He could see tiny sparks coming off his upper body, his cheeks were bright red and he was shivering on his whole body. „S-Sorry...“, he managed to speak out, his lips reddened and swollen from biting down on them.
„It‘s alright...“, Hitoshi breathed out as well. „Love seeing you like this, Baby...“, his voice was raspy as well as he spoke.
He watched him for a moment longer, before he finally went back to what he was doing before. Immediately he noticed that Denki was trying his best to keep from shocking him again, but he could still feel a little bit on his tongue, a prickling sensation as his tongue licked over Denki‘s heat again, slightly slipping inside of him. Denki practically melted at that, feeling Toshi’s tongue moving inside of him, licking on him and how his fingers were spreading him open. One of which soon pushing into him as Hitoshi sucked on his clit again, harder than before. „F-Fuck!! To-oshi - I can‘t-“, Denki moaned out, his grip tightening even more and his whole body prickling with electricity. He was so close. So goddamn close and as Hitoshi pushed a second finger into him, his lips sucking and his tongue taking turns on his clit, he was done for.
The orgasm hit him harder than he was prepared for, his body completely shaking from the impact and loud moans and whimpers coming from his sore throat. It was good, real good.
Hitoshi kept working on him. As he noticed that his boyfriend was cumming, his lips and his tongue immediately went back to Denki‘s entrance, sucking and licking as Denki tightened and gave off stronger sparks of electricity, most of it from his upper body.
Nothing bad, obviously, but enough to send shivers all through Hitoshi‘s body, making his dick weep in anticipation.
His hand was quickly back at himself as Hitoshi‘s tongue worked his boyfriend through orgasm, tasting and licking up all of him. It didn‘t take long for Hitoshi to cum as well, only a few strokes and he could feel his body tensing up and with a low and raspy moan, he came as well, all over his own hand and the floor.
All that could be heard afterward was their heavy breathing and a soft laugh as Denki let himself slide down on the wall to sit on the floor together with Hitoshi, still shaken by his own orgasm. „S-Shut it...“, Denki‘s voice was hoarse by now and though he softly hit Hitoshi as he started to laugh a little more, there was a blissful smile on his lips as he leaned his head back against the wall. „Are... you alright?“
Hitoshi smiled, pushing back a few of his own bangs which were practically glued to his forehead thanks to all the sweat: „I‘m fine. Don‘t worry. I think our first time kinda hardened me up for your shocks.“, he huffed and noticed how Denki‘s cheeks heated up more. „You are beautiful...“, he immediately added, his mind fuzzy and his heart racing.
„... You are...“, Denki replied then, his cheeks red and his body shaking as he softly leaned forward, pushing himself up on his arms to kiss Hitoshi. Slow and sensual, their lips softly brushing against one another as either of their breathing slowly calmed. As they parted, gold meeting purple once more, it was Denki that spoke first: „I love you, Toshi. I really do.“
„And I love you, Sparky...“, this time, though Hitoshi could see how Denki was holding back with that grin on his face, he didn‘t get slapped for that name. Denki was probably really done for.
Hitoshi took a moment, stretching himself and just now noticing how his legs and knees felt a little sore. He usually didn‘t believe that stuff like that could actually happen, bruising knees and alike, but apparently he was very wrong. „Come on, let‘s ... lay down?“
„You wanna be gross in my bed?“, Denki asked then, finally able to catch his breath and sitting up a little straighter.
„Uh-huh.“, Hitoshi grinned at him softly, pressing his lips to Denki‘s for a moment before he stood up on wobbly legs. „You can‘t do anything about that.“
Denki huffed under his breath, gladly taking the help of his boyfriend to get back and up on his feet - which also proved to be a little more difficult as his legs felt like they were about to give in any second. Luckily enough, Hitoshi was there to hold him and guide him over to the bed.
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It took them more than 10 minutes to realize that they actually had classes left on that day. And it took them further 20 minutes to arrive at the training-ground alpha where Aizawa and the others were already in the midst of training.
Sneaking in proved to be more difficult than anything and in the end, both of them were caught by Iida to be reported to Aizawa immediately. Trying to brainwash Iida sadly didn‘t work out and so both of them had to sit through a short lecture from Aizawa, the rest of the unnecessarily harder training and the fact that both of them very well earned themselves a ton of essays to write to make up for the time.
It had been worth it, in the end.