“Go faster, /please/.” Shouto’s tone already bordered on begging, but Izuku sank back down again, even slower than before. He wanted to watch him come undone. He wanted to see if he could set Shouto aflame.

If this was the only opportunity that Izuku was going to get to touch and lick and suck Shouto, he had to savour it. He just /had/ to.

He pulled off, letting his classmate's cock fall from his lips to hit wetly against his stomach, before licking another long stripe up the length.

He pressed a kiss to the leaking, almost angrily flushed head, before kissing his way down to Shouto's already tightly drawn up balls as the other teen practically squirmed.

“/Relax/. Just let me make you feel good Shouto.” Izuku encouraged quietly, he really didn't want Shouto to come too quickly.

He wanted a few minutes, just a few short minutes before he made him come again, to revel in the feel and taste of his crush’s skin and the heavy hardness of his cock.

Izuku leaned in, sucking and lapping at Todoroki’s balls for a moment before moving to take his cock into his mouth. It was a little awkward without the use of his hands, but as soon as the tip was between his parted lips he slid down slowly.

“Izuku-” Shouto clearly tried for a warning tone and failed, drawing in a sharp breath through his nose as he thumped a clenched fist down into soft bedding and a frustrated groan broke from him.

He moaned outright when the tip of his cock touched Midoriya's tonsils, and tried to roll his hips.

Izuku tightened his hold on Todoroki’s hips, knowing his classmate would likely accidentally choke him as soon as he did what he'd been dreaming of doing for the past couple of years.

He took a breath and relaxed his throat as he sank further.

As his nose pressed into red and white pubes Midoriya had to quickly use almost one percent of his quirk to force his friend's hips down into soft bedding, green energy zipping along his skin as Shouto groaned beneath him.

Izuku pressed just a little harder as he slid down the final, satisfying inch, his nose buried deep in Shouto’s mons to the point where even his lips were squished hard against skin.

His throat flexed, trying to swallow against the intrusion instinctively, but he didn't pull back, Shouto’s desperate, almost helpless groan etching itself forever into his memory as the cock in his throat twitched.

Saliva pooled in Izuku’s mouth as he finally pulled away when he started to get dizzy, but the taste of pre come against the back of his tongue had him simply taking a deep breath and forcing himself back down on Shouto's dick with a moan that cut off when his air supply did.

He waited, before pulling back for a quick breath and dipping down once more.

Shouto went completely silent as Izuku deepthroated him a fourth time, his thighs tensing beneath scarred forearms to the point where Midoriya could feel them practically vibrating.

Izuku flicked his gaze up quickly, his classmate’s cock still sheathed in his throat as saliva dripped from the corners of his lips as his eyes began to water.

Todoroki's back was arched slightly to shove his head as deep into the mattress as possible, his chest still as he held his breath, both fists white knuckling the sheets either side of him.

Izuku heard teeth grind as he felt Shouto's cock twitch again and a bead of pre come leaked from the tip, followed by another slow pulsing throb in his mouth as more pre come dripped down his throat.

Izuku wanted to swallow but couldn't, his neck muscles fluttering to try, both of them seemingly frozen as another couple of seconds ticked by, until Shouto began to smoke.

Small flames burst suddenly from the scarred side of his face to race down his neck, rolling over his shoulder to engulf his chest and arm as the air blew from his lungs on a low frustrated groan so rough and broken it was almost hauntingly beautiful.

Midoriya made to pull back quickly, wanting to reassure Shouto and apologise for teasing him too much as flames grew wilder over pale skin, but a freezing hand shot to grip the back of his head, preventing him.

Icy fingers flexed as blunt nails dug into his scalp, and suddenly he was being shoved back down.

A desperate moan broke from Izuku's raw throat as he was yanked back and shoved down quickly. He felt frost crackle along the back of his neck, beneath his shirt as the material froze to him.

He flicked his gaze up to meet mismatched eyes as Shouto lifted his head to stare down at him as he pushed Midoriya all the way down on his length and held him there.

Shouto caught his bottom lip between his teeth and screwed his eyes shut, forcing the fire smoking up the room to calm, pulling it back into himself, before using his finally extinguished arm to prop himself up.

He panted, steam curling from his mouth as he gently pulled his freezing hand from Izuku's hair and quickly swept it towards where his sheets and bed were smouldering and smoking as they burned.

Izuku pulled off Todoroki's cock as ice burst to cover the end of the bed, spreading up the scorched wall as glittering crystals, before it thickened into a smothering layer over burnt material and blackened wallpaper.

“Sorry.” Shouto gasped as they both breathed heavily, “I was trying to make sure my flames didn't - but I only managed to stop them coming out of my leg, I didn't want to burn you, I'm sorry I lost control.”

But Izuku was too busy staring, chest heaving from lack of oxygen and the heavy scent of smoke in the room, “that was so hot Shouto…” he coughed, before quickly getting up to open the sliding glass door to clear the smoke.

Luckily the flash of fire had been stopped quickly so it wasn't too bad; they'd be okay long enough for Izuku to make Shouto come, he thought.

“Did you get burned? Or were you making a joke?” Todoroki asked, frowning in concern as he reached for Midoriya when he walked back to the unfrozen half of the bed.

“No, no I'm fine-” Izuku dropped to his knees on the futon and reached to grip pale thighs, “I meant it was the hottest thing I've ever seen.” He reassured, flexing scarred fingers to dig into the flesh of his classmate's legs, his voice a little hoarse.

Midoriya leaned in and connected their lips as though pulled by an invisible string, sliding his tongue into Todoroki's mouth barely a moment later.

He could taste the tiny smudge of soot on his crush’s bottom lip and couldn't fight the quiet moan that broke from him as he shifted closer.

Shouto lifted body temperature hands to grip scarred biceps, but as the kiss deepened they fluctuated again, heating and cooling, before he pulled away, “you don't have to help me Izuku, I almost set you on fire.” He whispered, an embarrassed flush staining his unscarred cheek.

“No, please. I want to. Please don't make me leave now.” Izuku pleaded as he buried his hands in bi coloured hair and drew Shouto in for another kiss.

Shouto drew back a moment later, a small curl of steam breaking from the corner of his mouth as he spoke, “if you left right now, I think I'd burn down the whole dorm. Kiss me again.” He demanded, already leaning back in.

Midoriya felt fingers bury themselves In his hair as Shouto took over the kiss. It was clumsy and messy, but he didn't care.

He settled atop his classmate as he kissed back harder, before pulling back, “you can fuck me if you want.” He whispered almost desperately.

“I wouldn't even know how.” Shouto gasped back, hot and cold hands drawing him in for another desperate kiss as arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

“I can prep myself. Fuck me- I- I mean, do you want to fuck me?” Izuku panted as he rolled his hips. +

He was bigger than Shouto by almost half a foot, and far more muscular, but he wanted the man inside him so badly. “You can say no.” He said breathlessly, even as he sat back and tore off his shirt.

“/Please/.” Shouto groaned, rolling his hips to grind their cocks together, “take your clothes off, I /need/ you naked.”

“Fuck- one second.” Izuku gasped, shifting to yank off his clothes, before settling back in Shouto’s lap, “tell me I can ride your cock.” He demanded, almost breathless as he kissed his classmate once again.

“Ride me!” Todoroki almost shouted as he broke the kiss, “is that what I'm supposed to say?” He gasped as nails dug into Izuku’s scalp and he drew him for another rough kiss, “I just want to make you feel good, Izuku.”

Midoriya’s breath hitched as he panted against cool skin, fingers already teasing at his hole.

He lifted them to his lips and sucked, spitting all over the digits disgustingly, before dropping them back to his ass. “You will.” He assured, panting, “you're gonna make me feel /so/ good, I swear.”

He slid his middle finger inside himself immediately, opening his mouth to pant against pale skin, “oh /god/ - Shouto I need you-”

“I'm here, tell me what to do.” Shouto said immediately, hands cupping his face as he looked up at him, blue and grey eyes focused as perfect teeth sank into his bottom lip.

But Midoriya simply bit his own lip and dropped his head, panting, “you- you don't have to do anything yet.” He gasped as he worked himself faster.

He slid his spit slicked finger in and out of his hole until he felt like he could take more. He pressed the tip of a second finger against himself and groaned, practically forcing the digit inside. He ground his hips forward, rutting against Shouto as he groaned.

“I want your cock inside me.” He panted roughly, scissoring the fingers inside him, “you can use me to come. I just want you to blow in me. Fucking /ruin/ me. /Use me/.”

Todoroki hissed in a sharp breath and threw himself back against the bed, “no.” He said firmly, lifting his ice wielding hand to his lips, sucking his middle finger, before reaching down.

Midoriya tensed as he felt a third finger stretch him. He groaned into the crook of Shouto’s neck desperately, “please.” He begged breathlessly.

“Why do you want me to belittle you? All I want is to tell you how amazing you are.” He groaned as he rolled his hips and shoved his finger deeper.

Izuku hissed in a sharp breath and opened his mouth to pant against the cool column of Todoroki’ neck, “tell me then. /Tell/ me how good I am.”

+ He groaned, already pulling his fingers from himself. He spat on them and slicked his hole with more spit, before reaching between them to line up Shouto’s cock, before slowly sinking down.

“/You're amazing Izuku- fuck/-” Shouto gasped, head pushing into the softness of his mattress as Midoriya sank all the way down on his cock slowly. Hot and cold fingers dug into his thighs as he lifted back up.

He felt so /full/ as he sat back down that he couldn't hold back his own moan of enjoyment. He reached to fist his cock, “I'm gonna come all over your face, Sho.” He wanted to mark the hot and cold hero as his own.

“Please. /All over me/-” Shouto gasped, fingers digging suddenly into Midoriya’s hips, before he felt the other teen slam home, “if you don't come I'm gonna be mad.” He hissed, already pulling out to thrust back in, setting a fast pace.

And fuck - he was actually being /used/.

Just how he'd wanted.

Izuku dropped forward with a choked off cry, burying his face in the crook of Shouto’s neck, hand thrust between them to fist his cock, +

“like that, fuck, just like that Shouto.” He panted, as hot and cold fingers gripped each of his ass cheeks and yanked them apart, Shouto thrusting up even harder, clearly chasing his own release already.

“I want - I want more.” Shouto hisse a moment later, and Izuku felt a hand shove into his hair, before he was yanked to the side and forced onto his front, face pressed into Shouto’s futon as the other teen groaned and lined himself back up, +

+ before slamming their hips together again, fingers tightening in his hair as he filled him once more, “is this okay?” He groaned, even as he fucked Izuku down harder, “I’m gonna come soon, you feel so good.”

“/Oh my god, fuck:-” Izuku gasped and rocked his hips back. Shit, Shouto was so much better than any of his toys, “come in me, come in me. /Come in me/-” he immediately begged, mouth open as he drooled against Shouto’s duvet.

Fuck, they should probably talk about this, but-

“Shouto, harder, /please/ - I'm so fucking close!”

Frost spread over the back of Izuku’s head as fingers buried themselves in his hair, before he felt himself yanked back and warm lips pressed against his neck, +

“come. /Now/.” A scalding hand wrapped around the back of Izuku's, forcing his hand to pump faster around his cock, and he was lost.

He choked on his own spit as his entire body tensed, before come pumped from him to ruin Shouto's bedding. The other teen hadn't even hit his prostate and he'd sent him spiralling. He dropped forward, ass still held high as he gasped and panted. Fuck. /Fuck/.

“Inside me-” Izuku barely managed to gasp, rolling his hips, “shove your cock /deep/ when you come.”

Fuck, the sheets beneath him were absolutely /ruined/ with his come, he realised as a burning hot hand settled on his back and shoved him down into his own mess and Shouto’s breath hitched, before a low moan broke from him and the cock inside him pulsed and throbbed.

Warmth spilled and pumped into him as Izuku dropped, gasping for breath as his arms gave out, before Shouto collapsed against his back, panting.

“That was the /best/ thing I've ever felt.” He swallowed thickly and continued, still breathless, “I want to do it again, /right now/.” He fell to the side to thump against ruined bedding, already reaching to draw Izuku in for another sloppy kiss.

Izuku snorted a laugh as he followed, drawing from the kiss a long minute later, “you have to get hard again first.” He murmured against eager lips.

“I'm /still/ hard. I don't think the quirk has worn off yet. Tell me how to make /you/ feel good this time.” Shouto demanded as he rolled them over, straddling Midoriya's hips. Grey and blue eyes bored into green as the hetrochromatic teen dipped down to connect their lips again.

“You /did/ make me feel good, Shouto.” Izuku said breathlessly, kissing the other hero harder as he rolled his hips up, +

“but if you wanna take my cock when I can get hard again, I won't say no.” He grinned as Shouto dropped to grind their hips together again, groaning into the crook of his neck.

“Yes. I'll take it. You /better/ be ready to do this forever, Izuku. I don't think I'll stop wanting you when I get soft.”

Izuku moaned, even as he smiled, “that's fine by me.” He whispered into heated skin as he rolled them over once again.

~End~

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I put this up on ao3 a little earlier, if you'd like to leave me a permanent comment for me to read over and over like a love sick puppy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23316709