It's too early for you to beg

The room was dark, the thick curtains effectively covering the windows. The room is air-conditioned, yet their skin feels scalding against each other. They're already at Izuku's apartment, lying down on the bed. Panting heavily, breaths create condensed puffs in the air. Both of them have tents forming in their pants even if they haven't started any physical contact yet.

But that's the effect Shouto has on Izuku, and vice-versa.

Izuku aggressively kisses him, biting Shouto's lower lip until it bleeds. Shouto moans, grabbing the back of Izuku's head to deepen it. His green-haired lover doesn't waste the opportunity to slip his tongue inside Todoroki's wet, hot mouth. Shouto sucks it in response, earning him a deep growl. He could feel Izuku's hard cock rubbing against it, oh how much he was to rip his pants off and let that lovely pulsating member of his somewhere else.

And that's exactly what he does.

The sound of jeans tearing apart echoes inside the room. Midoriya suddenly finds himself lying down on the cushions of the bed, roles reversed. "Shouto?"

"Do you like seeing me like this?" Shouto whispers as he threw the shredded jeans behind him.

He runs his hand underneath Midoriya's T-shirt, on his lean smooth chest. Todoroki plays with the pinkish nipple until it fully goes hard, using circular motions and sometimes giving it a soft pinch. Midoriya resists the urge to let his voice out, not wanting his boyfriend to know about his little secret.

"You like getting your nipples played with,"

But it was obvious, now in their current situation.

"N-n-no, I don't!"

"That seems hard to believe, just a slight stimulation," Todoroki pinches it hard this time, Midoriya lets out a soft moan. "and you're already shaking this much"

"Shouto ...!"

"Let's see what else is completely hard for me,"

His hands snake down until it reaches the fabric of Midoriya's boxers. Izuku hisses, expecting the worst (or perhaps the best). Todoroki slips his warm hands underneath Izuku's underwear, slowly sliding the pads of his fingers around the hardened cock, enough to make him feel ticklish but not enough to put any pressure enough to make him feel good.

" Shouto, what are—"

"I didn't know you like cosplay," Shouto says.

Izuku's throat creates a guttural sound, nails digging into the fabric of the comforters. "I didn't know you can be this dominant,"

"Uraraka suggested it,"

He scoffs. "I can't believe you just mentioned my best friend's name while we were doing this. My boner's gonna—"

"What else do you want me to wear?" Shouto's other hand slowly pulls Izuku's shirt up, while his right hand continues applying light pressure against Izuku's cock. "A police uniform, hadaka apron, or maybe you want me to wear those leather clothes I saw you secretly buy for me?"

"How did you know about—"

"I saw the package," He breathes against the shell of Midoriya's ears, sending goosebumps all over his body. "the leather chocker, the harness, the cat's tail."

Izuku's hips buckle involuntarily, he can't believe how erotic it sounds hearing Shouto say such things.

But Shouto pulls away, removing his hand as well as his legs to prevent Izuku from pleasuring himself.

"N-no !"

"You didn't answer my question," Shouto licks Izuku's clavicle, nibbling it softly.

"Please !"

"It's too early for you to beg, Deku." Izuku whimpers upon hearing the nickname. "I asked you a question, be a good boy and answer me."

"Shouto," Izuku cries, pulling Shouto's hair. "a-a-all of them. I want to see you wear all of them. I want you to fuck me while you wear different costumes. I want us to roleplay."

Shouto smirks. "So you want me to serve you, sir?"

"W-w-wait," He finds himself overheating, this is too hot even for Midoriya. " this all so sudden. I'm not emotionally ready for this—"

"Isn't this what you ordered, sir?" Izuku finally feels Shouto's hands tightly wrapping his member.

Finally.

Todoroki aggressively pumps his hands, making sure to adjust to pressure in the right places. Occasionally, he uses his thumb to rub the bulbous head, eliciting a wanton reaction from Deku.

"Yes !" He sobs, tears trickling down his cheeks. "please, please, please !"

Todoroki looks so fucking delicious above him, with his eyes that always look at Izuku with warmth, now looking at him with a different kind of heat. It is lust, it is wanton, it is hunger. Izuku feels like he could melt just by looking back at Todoroki. Izuku raises his hand to touch Todoroki's marred face, but he grabs Izuku's wrist.

"Allow me to serve you tonight," He says. "after all, this is my job, isn't it?"

Izuku nods a pathetic mess that he is.

"What are your orders, sir?" Shouto says, suddenly pulling his hand away. Izuku lets out a desperate whimper but was rewarded by the sight of Shouto unbuttoning his dress shirt and pulling his necktie off.

"No, don't take it off completely." He abruptly says. Once Izuku realizes what he just says, he bites his lips and looks away, trying to hide the embarrassment written all over his face.

"Is that what you want, sir?"

"Shouto, please... I—"

" Is that what you want, Deku?"

"Fuck... Yes, Shouto, that's what I want." Even though he is the master, he finds himself answering with absolute obedience.

"What do you want me to leave on?"

"I..."

"There's no point in being shy at this point, sir," Shouto's voice lowers to a whisper, "I'll be fucking you after all."

God, that sounds so fucking hot coming from Shouto's lips.

"Leave the shirt unbuttoned and your necktie hanging around your collar..." Izuku answers immediately, not even trying to hide how desperate he is right now. "Unbuckle your belt, and pull your slacks down, not completely. Just enough for it to slide down your hips, enough for me to see your briefs."

"How oddly specific."

"Mou...!" Izuku pouts, Todoroki leans down and kisses his adorable lips.

He begins doing what is instructed to him. Izuku's breath hitches, salivating at the fucking luscious sight in front of him. Todoroki's body, even though he's seen it oh so many times, Izuku can't help but be breathless because of how drop-dead gorgeous he is. Todoroki's body isn't hard and muscular like the men he used to date before, Todoroki is fragile like a piece of glass that needed to be protected at all times. Usually, it was Midoriya's calloused hands roaming around the boy's soft skin. But the change of pace is a welcoming experience.

A welcoming experience, indeed.