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Tomura knows what his Saturday nights normally look like, but for once he doesn’t feel like staring at a screen. The tournament resets next weekend anyway, and if his rank drops before then, trying to fix it will be nothing but a pain in the ass, and really he’s just not in the mood right now.
He’s not in the mood for anything.
He’s been restless lately. Pent up in a way that makes his skin feel too tight against his body, makes his clothes feel like they’re on fire.
It’s stress. He knows it. Count to ten, think of something else, drink some water, he knows the steps, but right now he needs some kind of release, something to take the edge off, but everything internal makes it worse.
Oh.
Well yeah, he could do that.
Touya isn’t home, he’s pretty sure. He always goes out on Saturday nights and usually doesn’t come back until sometime in the afternoon the next day, which Tomura appreciates. He likes being here by himself, likes being left alone, and Touya is too… he’s a lot.
He’s closer to three feral cats in a trench coat than he is a person, but he’s good for his rent, and he doesn’t bring the party back here, and his dad did replace their refrigerator when it broke without making a big deal about it, so Tomura has learned to tune out the rest of his personality.
Why is he thinking about him of all people?
Right, because Touya isn’t home, and that means if Tomura wants to blow off a little steam, he can without having his thoughts ruined by the person on the other side of the wall.
He doesn’t bother getting into bed. His computer chair is just fine, and at least here he can pull up something decent to watch.
Good ole Pornub.
Tomura’s pretty much into anything. The act of people getting off is usually enough for him, and for that reason he usually just watches the first videos that pop up on the main page, but tonight hot milf teaches stepson how to kiss and husband pays best friend to spank his wife just aren’t doing it for him.
He leans forward and types the first thing into the search bar that comes to mind, nothing too specific of course. He doesn’t have preferences.
He’s just throwing something out there.
Hot tattooed twink bukkake.
Now he’s getting somewhere.
He scrolls until he sees what he’s looking for, some guy covered in tattoos and piercings with black hair sticking up in every direction and eyeliner smeared down his face as a room full of dudes jerk off on him.
Perfect.
Tomura doesn’t bother with the audio. The played up moans always creep him out, but it’s the visual here he’s after. He’s never been able to picture things when he closes his own eyes, but he does know exactly what Touya sounds like when he comes.
Don’t think of him right now, idiot.
It’s not his fault the last person he heard come was Touya. They share a wall. He’s not thinking about Touya coming, it’s just his best point of reference.
Tomura swats his roommate out of his mind and settles on the twink on the screen instead.
He starts the video over, sits back, and graciously shoves his sweatpants out of the way. The relief he needs is just in sight.
Tomura starts like he always does, slow and deliberate, getting himself as hard as possible until he can’t take it anymore before he gets the real show on the road. He gets a little lotion in hand to help himself along, and he tugs himself, eyes locked on the screen as the pressure builds.
The twink in question is on his knees with three different dicks pointed at his face, and he keeps his tongue out, ready for his meal.
Tomura zeroes in on the cock right in front of him. Yeah, that’s the one, and he squints his eyes just enough to blur the image on the screen so he can pretend it’s himself.
He strokes his cock faster, matching the other guy’s movements just enough that he doesn’t kill the immersion, but he’s just there for one reason, and that’s to cover the twink on the floor’s face in cum.
Tomura would rather enjoy it, eventually paint him, sure, but just jerking off for the sake of jerking off is pointless to him. It doesn’t work. It passes the time, but then he’s always left just as stressed as he was when he started except with a mess to clean.
If he had him…
No mess if he’s got someone on his knees for him, swallowing up every drop and licking the rest away after waiting for him, watching Tomura patiently and squirming between his knees, knowing if he speaks, he’ll get some kind of terrible punishment, one he’d beg for later, of course.
Tomura bites his lower lip, furrowing his brow as he sits back, fucking his fist as fast as he can now, ready to blow his load on his face. That’s it. That’s just how he likes it, his whole body giving in and jerking as he comes closer and closer.
He pants out, low and heavy, and he’s not even looking at the computer anymore, eyes closed tight in bliss as he chases that sweet, sweet release he’s been denying himself all night.
“Fuck, fuck, uhhhhfuc–,” he groans out. He’s gonna c–.
“Hey, Crusty, I got us some– whoa!”
Tomura yelps in horror as he whips his head towards his bedroom door to see Touya halfway through it.
He wasn’t supposed to be home. He’s never home.
“What are you doing?! Get out!”
“You said you like karaage right?”
“Get out!”
Touya cackles as he slips out, slamming the door behind him, and Tomura collapses forward onto his desk.
He was so close…
He was so. Close.
Shit.
God damnit.
Now his dick hurts, he’s twice as stressed as he was fifteen minutes ago, and now his room smells like chicken grease.
Fuck Todoroki Touya. Fuck. Him.
Tomura bangs his head on the desk, and his whole body burns in a bad way
He fucking laughed.
Well that’s embarrassing.
When he finally manages to force himself to sit up, he sees the twink on the screen getting railed by some big buff dude while a different one holds him in place, and it’s all so very disappointing. That was not how this video was supposed to go. He doesn’t wanna know what kind of dudes Touya likes to fuck. That kills the whole experience.
Well it’s already ruined, and now he didn’t come, and Touya saw him touching himself. Everything is ruined.
He’s going to lock himself in this room for the next three months, and no one can stop him. He’ll have food delivered directly to his window, and he’ll never have to face another human again.
Tomura’s stomach growls, because it’s a filthy traitor. It’s a traitor activated by the promise of food, and now Tomura has to tell it no.
But Touya probably went to his room to write some stupid Reddit post about this. AITA for bringing my roommate karaage? What a douchebag.
He better be sorry for this.
It better be so some good ass fucking karaage.
God, I’m worse than he is.
Tomura tucks himself back into his pants and gets up to get something to eat so he can shut his stomach up and go to bed and forget this whole stupid night ever happened.
He goes into the kitchen with his dignity stuffed in the side of his mouth, and he holds it there until he sees Touya sitting at the table suppressing the most shit eating grin he’s ever seen.
“Fuck off.”
Touya snorts and sits back. “Sorry, man, but wow.”
Tomura scowls and turns on his heel to leave, and Touya jumps up to follow him.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, don’t go,” he laughs and grabs him by the shoulders. “Eat. You know this isn’t gonna taste good tomorrow, and I blew a shit ton of money on it.”
Tomura rolls his eyes at that, but he doesn’t bolt. It’s just chicken. He can eat and go back to his room, and they’ll forget this whole thing happened. He walks towards the box on the counter, and because he’s a dickhead, Touya follows him.
“You’ve gotta relax,” he says. “We’re both guys. You’ve got nothing I’ve never seen before.”
“Can you drop it.”
“What? I feel bad,” he says. “You didn’t even get to finish.”
Tomura turns around at that. “Have you ever not been annoying?”
“Nah,” he grins, and his teeth glint in the shitty kitchen fluorescents, and he’s so fucking him that it’s infuriating. Tomura’s skin itches.
“You know…,” Touya continues, stepping closer and removing every last trace of personal space left between them. Oh, Tomura does not like that at all. “I’m not the kinda guy to judge another dude’s fap stash, but couldn’t help but notice the guy you were beating your meat to looked a little familiar.”
Shit.
Tomura rolls his eyes, grateful in that moment that his hair hangs over his ears so Touya can’t see them flare. “I clicked the first video that came up. He didn’t look like anyone.”
“Oh, yeah, totally,” he says, grinning wider and not at all buying it. “Want some help?”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on, I’m bored, you’re horny. It’ll be fun.”
Tomura balks. “You’re fucking with me.”
“Am I?” Touya flashes a smile and takes the last step so close Tomura can smell what’s left of whatever cheap body spray he doused himself with in lieu of a bath that morning. “Be kinda fucked up if I was.”
Tomura is about to remind him that everything Touya does is kind of fucked up, but Touya does a good enough job on his own proving it.
He reaches between Tomura’s legs right for his dick and gets his mouth on his neck before Tomura has a chance to realize what’s happening, and Tomura’s eyes widen in shock.
He should shove him off, kick his ass, maybe, but it feels so good, he ends up jerking towards his hand with a gasp instead.
And it feels so good.
Touya massages him through the fabric of his pants, and Tomura’s eyes flutter closed.
“See,” Touya says, kissing up to his ear. “No big deal.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
“Haha maybe,” he says. “But I can make you come harder than a video can.”
Tomura swears under his breath, and Touya bites him on the neck, sinking his teeth into him before sucking a bruise right where the world can see. There’s no way Tomura should let him get away with that, especially knowing the likelihood that Touya is just going to use it against him later. Fuck, he’s probably going to invite someone over just so they’ll see it.
That asshole.
Fuck it.
If Tomura’s going to pay for getting caught one way or another, he’s at least going to get an orgasm out of it, and Touya owes him one.
“That’s a lot of talk just to rub me,” Tomura says, and Touya laughs, actually amused. “I’m getting bored.”
“You don’t feel that bored to me,” he says before shoving his hand down inside his sweatpants, and Tomura almost shrieks at how cold his goddamn hand is. “Better?”
“Your hand’s a fucking ice cube, asshole,” he grits, and Touya squeezes him, wrapping that icy palm around him just to fuck with him.
Touya sucks his teeth, hovering just off of his mouth. “You’d think I might have known that.”
Tomura tries to glare, he does, but the feeling of someone else with their hand on his cock is too much to ignore, and Touya grins at him, looking like the bastard he is, but he knows exactly how to move his hand to keep the rebuttal trapped in Tomura’s throat.
He thumbs him, urging out the precum in the way only Tomura knows how to do for himself, and instead of jerking him off, he’s rolling him in his hand, milking him, and Tomura’s jaw tightens.
“Like that?”
“Fuck,” he whispers, teeth clenched in half defiance and half because he almost doesn’t want to come yet.
“Come on,” he says. “Tell me what a good boy I am. It’ll be fun.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, you want to, don’t you,” he teases, and Tomura somehow, somehow, manages to flush like a fucking virgin even with Touya’s hand down his pants. “That’s kinda cute, Shiggy. I’m flattered.”
“Will you fuck off,” he snaps before pulling Touya to his mouth, angry and biting, and Touya finally shows he’s not some kind of all power sex god by actually acting surprised by it.
And then he kisses him back, rough and hungry, and there’s a possessive push behind it, one forcing Tomura’s head back and mouth open for Touya to lick into.
It’s just a game to him.
That’s all it is, and Tomura got one up on him just for a moment, but it was enough to remind him that it’s all just a fucking game.
And that’s his area of expertise, not Touya’s.
He reaches down between them right for Touya’s belt, and Touya presses a rock hard cock into his hip, and Tomura removes the shitty studded belt he thinks makes him look like a rockstar.
Spirit of Halloween district manager lookin’ ass.
He gets his stupid studded belt off so he can get his stupid skinny jeans unbuttoned, and Touya huffs as he drags his mouth down his neck. Touch me, he mouths silently, and Tomura does, and Touya’s breath hitches when he gets his hands on him.
It’s a little pathetic, jerking his roommate off against their kitchen cabinets at one in the fucking morning next to a box of fried chicken, but what’s more pathetic is that Touya went from cocky bastard to halfway undone just from being touched a little.
He’s so fucking obvious.
Tomura gets a tight grip on his hair, and Touya keens, and Tomura doesn’t care about his own orgasm anymore, or how painfully hard he is, or anything at all except for the fact that Touya is leaking all over his hand and no longer in control of anything.
“I’d fuck you, but it doesn’t look like you’re gonna last that long,” he says, and Touya laughs, all teeth, and his head falls back, and yes, it is just a game.
A game Tomura could get used to.
He surges forward, licking and sucking Touya’s throat, and Touya pants. Tomura wraps his other arm around his back to keep them from toppling over, and Touya quickens his pace, fist moving over him and bringing him closer, and when Tomura comes, he bites him, and Touya cries out, immediately following and covering his hand in cum.
Touya collapses against him, and Tomura falls back, whole body drained from finally getting what he needed.
“Fuck,” Touya gasps, mouth open where his shoulder meets his neck. Tomura nods silently as he catches his breath. “I was gonna wear these tomorrow.”
Tomura rolls his eyes. “I wanna know what they did with the dumpster you crawled out of.”
Touya laughs happily and straightens up before waddling back to zip his pants up. “Yeah, and you still get off to dudes who look like me.”
“He didn’t look like you, and I said it was a coincidence.”
How is he still annoying?
Touya grins and quirks his eyebrow.
“Wanna do it again?”
Tomura blinks at that. “Are you asking me if I want you to jerk me off in the kitchen again?“
“No,” he says. “But I do wanna find out if your fancy gaming chair can hold two people.”
“It can.”
Touya’s face screws in betrayal. “How the fuck do you know that?”
Tomura smirks and turns to wash his hands so he can eat, and he can feel Touya glaring at him.
Easy clap.
“Easy to do when I’ve got the apartment to myself every weekend,” he says, and when he glances back over his shoulder, Touya looks like he could kill him. Well that’s new. “What? If you wanted to fuck me, you could have just said so.”
“Oh, now look who’s–.”
“It’s kind of cute,” Tomura says. “I’m flattered.”
Touya laughs and flips him off before his waddle of shame back into the apartment. “I’m gonna go shower. You better keep lube in your little nerd castle, or you’re sucking my dick later.”
“Don’t you have it?”
Touya looks back at him with an incredulous look. “I’m not the one who fucks in house, baby.”
Tomura’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as walks off because what kind of personal policy is that?
The fuck is with him?
Are all the Todoroki’s batshit, or is it just him?
Guess this means he’s sucking his roommate’s dick later.
On second thought…
He wonders if Touya will be home for that tournament next weekend.
His desk is big enough to stick someone under.
Oh, this is going to be epic.