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It had been an increasingly tedious day. Hizashi Yamada rested his head on his fist and tried to keep his facial expressions positive as he was bored to death via brand meetings. The established national celebrity knew that it was best to stay in his merchandising team’s good graces, but talk of a fourth ‘limited edition’ Present Mic branded CD player was getting old. The blonde kept his plastic smile ready to go and agreed to what the overly excited employees were saying without putting much thought into it.
“Do you think we should add chrome? What about haptic feedback? A carrying case too? We could call this one the DJ edition!” He couldn’t help but wonder to himself why they were so insistent on another CD player. Weren’t those out of style? Wouldn’t a- y’know, radio make more sense?
As the team droned on he allowed his mind to wander to a much happier place. His next meal. It had been just a touch too long since Hizashi had had a proper repast, leaving him a bit testy. If he was truly desperate, he could entice the star-struck black-haired intern to his left into the old records closet, and… no. That’s not what he wanted.
He kept his outwardly sunny disposition carefully in place as he let his mind wander. He was so tired of pulling subpar meals just to get by, but if his years of planning had any say that would change soon.
Hizashi had met someone during his last year of high school but he had slipped away so quickly. Just those few short months of interaction left the blonde certain that this was the one for him. So, he did what any other totally sane person would do. He stalked the man for years and spent a good chunk of change over the last year to guide the man’s life in the direction he wanted. Moving his job to something closer to Hizashi, making sure their schedules were similar… It was amazing how far a little bribery could get you.
Speaking of which, today was the day he finally started to get things into motion. He looked down under the table to check his watch and decided that it was time to wrap things up.
With a sharp overly wide smile, the blonde slapped his hands down on the table in front of him and stood up. All eyes turned to him, startled.
“We’ve made great progress today, and I’m really diggin’ the vibe! I’m going to leave the rest to you guys!~” The blonde cheerfully announced.
The overly excitable head of marketing stood up and met his declaration with fervor.
“Thank you for trusting us, Mic! We won’t let you down.” The woman pumped her fist and directed a cheerful look at him. A wave of agreement flowed throughout the rest of the people in the room as the blonde did his signature finger guns and made his retreat.
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It had taken time for Hizashi to learn how to make people trust him, look up to him even. The truth of the matter was that the widely beloved ‘ Present Mic ’ was simply put, a monster. The kind that used to send people running to priests and cowering in their homes after dusk. He supposed he was lucky to live in a time where things like him were considered fairy tales, as it made hunting all that much easier.
Learning to make himself more approachable, and a bit softer around the edges, took years of carefully curating his image. The truth of the matter was that he was more than happy to slink around at clubs and concerts to find someone suitable for his needs, or at least he was until he met one Shouta Aizawa. He had tried for years to get over the sulky hero, but always keeping an eye on him didn’t help calm his obsession. It was only within the last year- after he started needing to completely drain his prey to get even an inch of satisfaction, that he decided to return to the delicious little thing.
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Shouta Aizawa was having a very bad, no good, rotten day. Had he woken up, knowing that today was parent-teacher conference day, expecting it to be a good day? No. However, the after-school meetings turned out to be his worst yet. Besides the usual, ‘you should give my child a free pass for bad behavior/not turning in homework/etc’, this particular class of his had a few… special cases.
To start with, there was Mrs. Midoryia who always cried no matter what they discussed. Izuku is doing well in class? Tears. Izuku and Katsuki got into a fight? Tears. Izuku has offered to tutor struggling classmates? Instant tears. To anyone else, this might not have been much of a problem. Shouta was someone who didn’t do well with crying people. Well, especially crying adults. His kids were different.
Not to mention Mr. Todoroki, who demanded an explanation and fought Shouta for every single point Shoto missed on any assignment. Even when parents weren’t arguing with him, the emotional toll of the day was high. Mr. and Mrs. Uraraka had finally come around to the idea of government assistance, and pulling out all of his resources to help his student’s family had settled something restless within him.
Or his primary headache, Mineta, whose parents were currently having a lovely chat with the head principal over some disturbing allegations against the boy. He took pride in knowing each of his students well and was always pushing as hard as he could for them to succeed. The day would have been a lot easier had his teaching assistant, Mr. Yagi, hadn’t butchered a lesson plan so spectacularly that Shouta had decided to give up his free-planning period to instead watch the well-meaning man teach.
Truly, the shit-icing on the shit-cake had been the call he had planned during lunch. See, the thing is, Shouta is desperately trying to adopt a student from another class. Shinsou Hitoshi. The lanky teen reminded him of himself at that age, and it was clear to anyone with eyes that the foster care system wasn’t treating the teen right. Finally, finally , things had been put into motion. His application was being seriously considered and he thought he had a good chance of adopting the boy.
That was, until the call.
“ I apologize Mr. Aizawa, but I just don’t see how we could place a teen like Hitoshi into a single-parent household. His record indicates that he needs strict discipline so we believe that it would be best to have two parents involved. He’s had a lot of complaints from foster families in the past.” The overly sweet-sounding government worker explained.
“Oh, did I put myself down as a single-parent household? Ah, I apologize. My fiance and I would be raising him together.” Oh no , what the hell did he just say?
“That’s perfect, then! I’ll send you a few additional forms to give to your fiance so we can do a background check on them as well. We need them back by the end of the week.”
The call continued into the semantics of adding another person to his application while the teacher was sweating bullets. How was he going to find someone to play his fiance within three days?!
He didn’t even register packing his messenger bag with his laptop and papers to grade, much less walking home. How was he going to fix this?
It was pretty damn hard to miss the firm hoodie-clad chest he walked face-first into, though.
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Hizashi was leaning against the outside of his studio smoking and watching the people go by, when he was run into by his prey. Well, technically Hizashi stepped into the man’s path hoping this would happen…
He looked down at the dark-haired man who was rubbing his nose and lit up. What a fortunate coincidence !
“Ah, sorry,” Shouta mumbled out while taking a step back.
“Shouta! It’s been too long. Are you alright?” Hizashi asked, voice laced with concern.
“Who- Hizashi? Yeah- god, it’s been years. I’m okay, just a lot on my plate right now. You’ve… grown so much since high school.” The shorter man had his head tilted slightly back to look him in the eye.
“I bet you would be as tall as I am if you ate more than nutrition pouches during high school.” Hizashi teased, snuffing his cigarette out on the side of the building smoothly.
“Oh, like you can talk. I remember how many energy drinks you used to slam in a day. Besides, they’re nutritionally complete! There’s nothing wrong with them.” Shouta replied, exasperated. They’d had this same argument a hundred times before, and they easily slipped back into their friendly relationship. The easy familiarity between the two fell back into place perfectly, like they hadn’t been apart for years.
As the two ‘caught up’, (nothing that Shouta could say would be news to the blonde, though he knew to react appropriately with nods and little ‘oh’s’), Hizashi decided to make his move.
“Yeah, yeah. Look, I know this is sudden, but would you like to grab dinner with me tonight? Actual dinner? We could catch up. I would love to hear what you’re up to these days!”
“I don’t know, it’s been a long day. It’s not that I don’t want to…” Shouta sighed, mind snapping back to the call he had earlier. Would it make him a horrible person to reconnect with his old friend for the sole sake of trying to adopt a kid? He didn’t think so.
“C’mon, it’ll be my treat! I know you’ve never been able to turn down free food!” Hizashi held his breath.
“Hey- it’s just logical!” Shouta retorted. Hizashi had been kind to him in high school, maybe they could work something out.
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Shouta ended up getting drunk in a private room in a high-end establishment with his high school crush he hadn’t seen in years, but somehow, that wasn’t the weirdest part of the day. It wasn’t as if he meant to get drunk- it was just a beer for courage, then two, then some shots, and some sort of mixed drink…
“And then, the lady told me that I wasssn’t gonna be enough! So I told her that I had a fiance. Hic - and now I have to find a fiance by the end of the week. I’m going to end up gettin’ murdered from a Craigslist ad for a fiance, aren’t I?” Shouta pouted, putting his hands on his too-warm cheeks.
Hizashi gathered the papers Shouta had scattered across the table from his bag, now decorated with spilled beer and food, and looked them over.
“Well, we can’t let that happen.” The blonde said teasingly. His plan was finally falling into place. It was just dumb luck that Shouta had decided to adopt Hitoshi- the perfect blackmail. Before this his plan had mainly consisted of ‘fake a kidnapping and keep him in his basement forever’, but having the man come to him on his own terms was just all that much better.
“Why don’t I be your fiance, Sho?” Hizashi suggested with a sly grin as he languidly stirred his drink.
Shouta’s eyes widened. “That doesn’t even make sense! You got shit to do, ‘Zashi. I mean- not that I don’t want you to.”
“Let’s make a deal then, Shou-ta.” He said the name slowly- as if he were clinging on to each syllable. “Help each other out. I agree to be your fiance, and you agree to help me out with something.” Hizashi ran his fingertips across Shouta’s thigh- one that was almost touching his in the booth they sat in.
Shouta’s breath hitched as the feeling of weightlessness settled over him. It was all-consuming. What were they even talking about, again? His eyes traced Hizashi’s neck as the man let his hair down while waiting for a reply.
“Why would you- what could you even want from me?” Shouta mumbled. He couldn’t peel his gaze from Hizashi. The man had perfect skin- how he would love to leave a mark with his teeth. He smelled good too, in a way that was distinctly Hizashi and not cologne. He inched forward, trying to get more of it. Shouta hadn’t even realized that he had leaned into the man until it was too late, falling face-first into the man’s chest.
Hizashi smirked and helped right Shouta, pulling him closer to his side and wrapping an arm around him. His fingers idly twirled around a strand of Shouta’s hair while he made sure to meet the shorter man’s eyes.
“Don’t worry about that. I’m offering you a way out, a favor. Let’s just say you owe me a favor later, yeah?” He watched as Shouta’s face heated from how closely they were pressed together, embarrassment from almost motorboating the man lingering.
Shouta stared at his hands, trying his best to pull himself together. It was just so hard, like putting a steaming plate of bacon in front of a dog and saying ‘no’.
“If you did this. If. It would mean that we would have to look like a couple for at least a year after his adoption when there are home visits. I know you have contracts, and tours, and everything that comes with your job. It wouldn’t be fair to you to make you give that up-” Shouta was cut off from his monologue by Hizashi placing a single finger up to the shorter man’s lips momentarily.
“Let me worry about that. Shouta, do you agree to our deal? ” Hizashi purred in a sinfully low voice. Shouta could barely meet the man’s hypnotic eyes, face flushing from… something.
His eyes are so pretty. Hizashi is so beautiful. I should give him whatever he wants. Wouldn’t it feel so good to give in to him? Hizashi is everyth-
“I- er… Yeah. I agree, Hizashi.” The words slipped out before he could stop them.
It must have been a trick of the light, or maybe just from all of the beer Shouta had downed, but he could have sworn that Hizashi’s eyes swirled and glowed an unnatural electric green color as he stared back at him.
Error 404. Shouta’s brain not found.
“Wonderful, Shouta. You won’t regret this.” Hizashi grinned widely enough that most people would call his smile manic. Shouta thought it was endearing.
The blonde pulled one of his rings off and slid it onto Shouta’s left ring finger, his electric touch lingering.
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Hizashi had insisted on walking him home, like a true gentleman. “It’ll be better if more people see us together now so that the engagement doesn’t seem so out of the blue!” The radio host had reasoned. Shouta didn’t truly need to be walked home, surprisingly feeling quite sober after their deal was made. It might have been a little selfish but he allowed the man to walk beside him if only so he had more time to look at him.
Could you blame him though? Besides being Shouta’s gay awakening in high school, it wasn’t every day you walked beside your nigh-untouchable crush. I’m surprised he even remembers me…
Shouta was pulled out of his thoughts by Hizashi smoothly intertwining their hands. Must be in case other people see us. A rational deception. Though he knew the logic behind it, he could barely beat down the blush rising up his neck. He was pulled out of his thoughts by Hizashi stopping them.
“Sho, is this your place?” Hizashi asked with a tilted head while pointing to a nameplate next to a mailbox that read ‘ Aizawa S.’.
“Yeah, sorry. Today’s been a lot so I’ve been stuck in my head. Thank you, for uh… everything.” Shouta ducked his head, unable to meet his eyes.
“It’s no problem! Go get some rest, yeah? I’ve got your number now, so I’ll call you tomorrow so we can set everything up.”
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Shouta kneeled beside his tub, letting his hand languidly stroke the warm water to make sure it was hot enough. He needed to recenter himself after such a confusing day, so what better way than relaxing in the tub with cute kitten videos? A secret pleasure he would take to his grave.
Already undressed, he stepped in and sank into the heat with a groan of relief. Ah, shit. He had left his phone on the sink and was too comfortable to get up and grab it. Probably because you got too drunk, dumbass. Made a fool of yourself in front of Hizashi. …He still wanted you, though. Oh well. His eyes slipped shut so he didn’t notice the bright green eyes staring at him through his slightly cracked bathroom window.
With nothing to occupy his mind, it slipped back to Hizashi. The man was clearly doing well enough for himself, with how prominent he was in the media. At one point or another during their dinner, the loud man had taken his hair out of his bun and let it fall around his face. Shouta wondered what it would feel like to run his hands through the silky blonde hair, what sounds the other would make if he pulled on it… what?
Shouta’s eyes fluttered open and he realized that thinking of his recently acquired fake fiance had gotten him quite worked up. He grabbed his hardening cock without thinking and slowly stroked himself, running his thumb over the sensitive flushed tip every other stroke. He couldn’t stop his hips from jerking up into his hold, wanting more. Gods, how it would feel to have those long, soft fingers that held his hand just an hour ago wrapped around his cock. There’s no doubt that he would tease, his fingers dancing over a vein near the base of his cock. Hizashi would smirk at Shouta, other hand trailing up the man’s chest to tweak a nipple, maybe even leaning down to lick a stripe up the side of him with a pierced tongue…
“Fuck, Hizashi!” Shouta cried as he came into the water, furiously humping his fist. He lay in the tub panting for breath for a solid ten minutes, mind replaying his fantasy over and over again.
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Hizashi watched from outside Shouta's window as the man kneeled beside his tub. He watched as Shouta’s hand moved gracefully through the warm water, testing its temperature. Clearly, Shouta needed a moment to unwind. He could see the man’s phone loaded up with kitten videos resting on the sink. A secret indulgence that Hizashi found oddly endearing.
Shouta, already undressed, stepped into the tub, sinking into the warmth with a sigh of relief. Hizashi couldn't help but appreciate the silhouette framed by the bathroom window. The man seemed lost in his own world, eyes closed in bliss as he sank into the tub.
It was a bit easier to sway his prey to his will when they were relaxed, unsuspecting of the monster lurking over them. He blanketed lust over the man, watching him flush with need. It was only seconds before Shouta was tugging on his cock, biting his lip in a way that was more attractive than it should have been.
Hizashi took in every inch of Shouta reverently, his bright green eyes fixated on the scene.
The city's distant sounds provided a backdrop as Hizashi continued to watch, pondering the day's events. The warm glow from the bathroom window illuminated Shouta's silhouette, creating a scene of quiet contemplation against the urban night.
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Over the next few days, the two communicated by hours-long phone calls and video chats. Hizashi was surprisingly fast to return the paperwork, and Shouta received a call about the adoption during his planning period.
“You didn’t tell me that your fiance was Present Mic! Oh my gosh, we love his show over at the agency. The impact he’s had on our community? A saint! Management actually came in this morning and approved the adoption pending a home visit, so congratulations! You’re just one step away from being fathers.” The previously closed-off woman had gushed.
The rest of the call passed in a daze, Shouta feeling like he could walk on air. Before he knew it he was staring down at Hizashi’s contact information with his finger on the call button.
The two rings before Hizashi picked up seemed to go on forever.
“Hey! How’re ya-” The radio host was cut off before he could finish his sentence.
“I got the call and they said it’s okay but they want to look at our house and I don’t know what to do because I didn’t think this far ahead and my place only has one bathroom and the closet for the master bedroom is small so I don’t know-” Shouta gasped for breath, shaking with anxiety. He doubted he had ever spoken so quickly in his life, his heart ready to beat out of his chest.
“Woah! Take a deep breath. Well I was thinking, why don’t you two move in with me? I mean, of course, you would move in first so that the adoption agency could see ‘our household’ and whatnot, but it’s really no issue. Besides, the place I have right now is a bit too big for one person anyway. Ah, hold on a sec.” Shouta’s head was spinning as he focused on his breathing.
In, hold, out. In, hold, out. He could hear a muffled Hizashi talking to someone in the background before the blonde picked back up.
“How about you come over after work and check my place out? If we really need to we could rent a place, but I don’t think that’s really necessary… Shouta? You there?” Hizashi’s slightly concerned voice filtered through his tinny phone speaker. In, out, in, out, in-
“Yeah,” Shouta ground out, breath hitching. He probably sounded pathetic. Is this a panic attack?
Hizashi turned away from the other people in the room and focused his power into his voice. It wasn’t ideal to use persuasion over the phone, but it could be done. He spoke in a hushed tone so that others couldn’t hear. “ Breathe, Shouta. You’re safe. It will all be okay. Listen to me and relax . ”
Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Shouta slumped down into his chair and nearly dropped his phone in the process. His breathing evened out and his mind cleared, leaving him in a hazy state. He could faintly hear Hizashi talking to him- reassuring him through the speaker.
It’s all okay. Why was I worried again? It doesn’t matter. Hizashi will handle everything. The suddenly tired man rested his head against his desk. Hizashi’s voice got slightly louder in the background the longer he didn’t reply. His phone slipped from his hand and clattered against the floor.
“-Shouta? I’m going to come check on you.” Fuck. Hizashi immediately knew had overshot it a bit with the amount of persuasion he had forced into his voice. The last thing he needed was someone finding Shouta looking strung out at his desk at work, jeopardizing his plans.
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By some small miracle, Shouta was still slumped over by the time Hizashi skidded to a stop in front of his classroom a few minutes later, undisturbed. The tickets he likely earned from the traffic cameras were worth it. Getting the shorter man out without anyone seeing was tricky, but not impossible. He had taken the time to collect his phone off of the floor and sent a message to Nedzu to let him know Shouta was taking some sick leave.
It wasn’t how he imagined bringing Shouta into his home for the first time, but it would have to do.
The house they now occupied was an eclectic blend of gothic elegance and modern comfort, with dark velvet drapes, intricate wooden carvings, and an ever-present, subtle scent of sandalwood. So… Hizashi may enjoy the whole ‘vampire’ trope a bit too much. Who could blame him? He was nothing if not stylish.
Shouta lay motionless on the grand four-poster bed, his breathing slow and steady, under the thrall of Hizashi's command to sleep. With a gentle touch, Hizashi began to undress Shouta, their clothes falling away to reveal bare skin. Sliding into bed beside him, Hizashi's presence was a mix of warmth and an otherworldly chill. Leaning close, his breath a whisper against Shouta's ear, he murmured, "Wake up, Shouta."
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His eyes felt glued shut. Shouta was floating to consciousness ever so slowly. Whatever he was lying on was comfortable, more so than his bed at home. He wasn’t quite sure where he was… or how he got here, but considering how comfortable he was it likely wasn’t a villain. Not a hospital or clinic- their beds were much thinner. Somewhere in the back of his head, he acknowledged that normally he would be alarmed by his apparent kidnapping, however, an unnatural sense of calm surrounded him like a warm blanket.
“Shouuuu-ta~” A now familiar voice sing-songed. Surprisingly sharp nails gingerly ran down his arm, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake.
Shouta stirred, his eyes slowly opening to focus on the familiar figure beside him. Hizashi's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and affection. Shouta, still groggy, reached out, his fingers grazing Hizashi's arm.
"Hey," Shouta whispered, his voice rough from sleep.
"Hey," Hizashi replied, his smile softening. He brushed a lock of hair from Shouta's face, his touch lingering. “Good evening, sleeping beauty~ You’ve been overworking yourself and passed out at work so I came and got you. Don’t worry, I texted Nemuri on your phone to let her know to call a substitute in for you. I took the liberty of taking tomorrow off for you too. I called off work as well so we would have plenty of time together to sort things out.” Hizashi continued to languidly stoke Shouta’s bare arm.
Bare arm? Where was his jumpsuit? Where was his capture weapon?
At Shouta’s widening eyes, Hizashi tightened his grip around him just a little further. The panicked voice in the back of his head faded into nothingness.
What am I thinking, this is fine. It’s Hizashi. Hizashi always knows what’s best for me. I’m safe with Hizashi, why would I need my capture weapon? It was just so easy to sink into the feeling of euphoria that Hizashi always seemed to provide him. Only someone he could completely trust would be able to be this easy to relax around. Clearly he was meant to be with Hizashi.
“You know, I’ve been doing a lot for you lately. Don’t you think it’s time to pay me back a little?”
“... Yeah. Pay you back.” Shouta mumbled, looking unconvinced. What was he saying? Had he really been overworking himself this much? All he could remember was struggling to keep air in his lungs before waking up here. He feels… so hazy.
Hizashi leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, tender kiss. Shouta responded automatically, his hand moving to the back of Hizashi's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, a mix of gentle passion and raw need, as Hizashi's hand traced the outline of Shouta's jaw, his touch light but firm.
Hizashi’s hands began to explore, running down Shouta’s chest, his touch leaving a trail of warmth. Shouta shivered at the contact, his own hands moving to mirror Hizashi's movements.
Shouta’s hands roamed over Hizashi’s back, feeling the muscles shift under his skin. Their bare chests pressed together, the heat between them growing more intense. Hizashi's mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down Shouta's torso, taking his time to savor every reaction.
“If you can’t keep your end of our deal, then I guess I could always just tell the adoption agency that we split up~” Hizashi teasingly sing-songed.
Reality came crashing back over Shouta like someone had pulled the rug out from under him. What is he doing? Hizashi was going to leave? No no no no no no no no-
“No, wait. Zash- hold on.” Panic flashed in his eyes as he steeled himself for what he was about to do next. His voice was barely above a whisper as he said the only thing he could think of. “I’m sorry, I’ll do anything you want.”
“ Anything? ” Hizashi repeated with a grin that was just a bit too sharp.
“Yes.” The haze he had felt before- in the tub, eating dinner that first night with Hizashi, surrounded him once again.
“Then get on your hands and knees for me, sweetheart .” The blonde cooed while effortlessly flicking the blanket off of the two of them.
The world simply fell away from Shouta for a moment. All there was and ever will be is Hizashi . Should it probably be weird waking up in someone else’s bed, who knows where? Yeah. But… nothing mattered because Hizashi was looking at him expectantly with his hypnotic green eyes.
Shouta’s body automatically rose to put his knees under him, and he sat on his heels, hands placed on the bed in front of his knees. He sat facing the headboard, hesitating with uncertainty.
“Kneeling isn’t quite what I meant, darling. Here.” The blonde slipped behind the man and his warm hands gripped Shouta’s hips and pulled him up. “Actually, it might be a bit easier if you just-” A hand pressed down between Shouta’s shoulder blades, making his arms fold and chest hit the bedding with an embarrassed grunt. Hizashi was quiet for a moment as he took in the spread before him.
Shouta was hairy, but he kept things trimmed to a neat length. Dark fuzz covered his balls, wrapping up to end at the base of his cock. His furled hole was inviting, and it took more restraint than Hizashi thought it would to not just shove his face between Shouta’s cheeks to give it some attention.
“What are you doing? Don’t look there.” Shouta mumbled, shoving his face into a pillow.
“So shy~ Is it possible that my Shouta is a virgin?” Hizashi teased. Shouta kept his face pressed into the pillow, saying nothing. Could it be? “Surely someone has touched you here before.” Hizashi ran his fingertips up Shouta’s taint, circling his rim. “ Shouta. Tell me. ” The command slipped out easily in his excitement.
Shouta turned his head to the side so Hizashi could hear him clearly. “N-no. I haven’t had time for relationships, haven’t found anyone I wanted to do this with.”
It was dumb luck that Shouta wasn’t looking his way because Hizashi’s control over his human disguise was shattered for a moment. All of this- just for him? Shouta was made for him, he had to be.
“It’s okay, Sho, you’re safe with me. I’m going to take such good care of you. Let me show you. ”
Hizashi's fingers traced delicate patterns along Shouta's back, the touch both soothing and electrifying. He leaned down, his breath hot against Shouta's ear as he whispered, "Just relax , and let me take care of everything."
Shouta's heart pounded in his chest, but the haze of calmness from Hizashi's influence kept him grounded. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of Hizashi's words settle over him. "Okay," he murmured, barely audible, but Hizashi heard him.
"Good boy," Hizashi purred, his hands never leaving Shouta's skin. He pressed gentle kisses along Shouta's spine, each one sending shivers down his body. Hizashi's mouth trailed lower, pausing to nip and lick, his hands firm on Shouta's hips, guiding him to stay still.
The anticipation built between them, a palpable tension that made Shouta's skin tingle. Hizashi's fingers danced along the curve of Shouta's ass, exploring every inch with reverence. When he reached Shouta's entrance, he paused, his thumb circling the sensitive skin there.
Shouta's breath hitched, his body instinctively tightening. Hizashi chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against Shouta's skin. "Easy, Sho. I won't hurt you," he assured, his voice a soothing balm.
With that, Hizashi leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Shouta's entrance, his tongue flicking out to taste. Shouta gasped, his hands clenching the sheets beneath him. Hizashi's mouth worked expertly, licking and teasing, coaxing Shouta to relax and open up to him.
Shouta's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, the haze of calmness blending with the electric pleasure Hizashi was giving him. He felt himself yielding to Hizashi's touch, his body responding in ways he hadn't anticipated.
Hizashi pulled back, his hands gripping Shouta's hips firmly. "You're doing so well, Sho. Just a little more," he encouraged. He grabbed a vial from under the bed and coated his fingers with a slick substance, warming it between his hands before pressing one finger gently into Shouta.
Shouta tensed initially, but Hizashi's soothing murmurs and slow, careful movements helped him relax. Hizashi worked patiently, adding another finger, then another, stretching and preparing Shouta with tender care. Each motion was deliberate, designed to draw out the pleasure and ease the discomfort.
When Hizashi finally positioned himself behind Shouta, the tip of his cock pressed against Shouta's entrance, he paused. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm.
Shouta nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Hizashi. I'm ready."
With a slow, steady push, Hizashi entered Shouta, his movements measured and careful. Shouta's body resisted at first, but Hizashi's patience and constant murmurs of encouragement helped him relax. Inch by inch, Hizashi filled him, the sensation a mix of pain and profound pleasure.
Once fully seated inside Shouta, Hizashi paused, allowing Shouta to adjust. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to Shouta's shoulder. "You're doing so well, Sho. So perfect," he praised.
Gradually, Hizashi began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled, building a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Shouta's body. Shouta's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands clutching the sheets as he tried to hold on to the overwhelming sensations.
Hizashi's movements became more urgent, his pace quickening as the pleasure built between them. He reached around, stroking Shouta's neglected cock in time with his thrusts, driving Shouta to the brink.
An intense desire and determination washed over Shouta. He pushed back against Hizashi, breaking their rhythm. With a surprising burst of strength, Shouta twisted, forcing Hizashi onto his back. Hizashi's eyes widened in surprise, but he made no move to stop him.
Shouta straddled Hizashi, his eyes practically glowing under Hizashi’s thrall. He leaned down, capturing Hizashi's lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Their tongues tangled, the kiss deepening as Shouta ground his hips against Hizashi's, feeling the hardness between them.
Breaking the kiss, Shouta positioned himself, gripping Hizashi's cock and guiding it back inside him. He sank down slowly, savoring the feeling of being filled again. Hizashi's hands gripped Shouta's hips, helping to steady him as he adjusted to the new angle.
Shouta began to move, his pace starting slow but quickly gaining speed. He rode Hizashi with a fervor that bordered on desperation, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Hizashi's hands roamed over Shouta's thighs, his grip tightening as the pleasure built between them.
It was a battle for Hizashi to not seriously hurt Shouta, he was driving him wild. He never would have expected the shorter man to take to fucking like this. The blonde’s hands left bruises on Shouta’s thighs in his desperate effort to not drop his human disguise.
The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin- Shouta's moans and Hizashi's groans blending into a symphony of raw need. Shouta's hands braced against Hizashi's chest, his nails digging into the skin as he moved faster, chasing the peak that loomed ever closer.
Hizashi's eyes never left Shouta's face, watching the myriad of expressions that flickered across it. He thrust up to meet Shouta's movements, their bodies slamming together with increasing urgency. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drown them both.
Shouta felt the coil of pleasure tightening in his belly, the edge of his climax just within reach. Hizashi's hands moved to stroke Shouta's cock again, matching the pace of his thrusts. The dual sensations were too much, and with a final, broken cry, Shouta came, spilling over Hizashi's hand and chest.
The intensity sent Hizashi over the edge as well, his hips bucking up as he filled Shouta with his release. Shouta collapsed onto Hizashi, their bodies still joined, riding out the waves of their shared climax.
In the aftermath, they collapsed together, Hizashi's arms wrapping around Shouta as they caught their breath. With a final push of his influence, Hizashi pressed a gentle kiss to Shouta's temple, his voice a soft murmur. "You're mine, Shouta. Always."
Shouta, still trembling, managed a tired smile. "Always," he echoed. Had he ever known anything else?