Still don't know my name

Ape Shit

As they drive through the town blasting music. Izuku looked out the window and saw the BEST WESTERN MOTEL as they passed the motel rooms, his eyes focused on one particular glowing room.

In that particular glowing room was Shoto Todoroki sitting on the edge of the bed and a glass of champagne was handed to him. The man who gave him the glass seemed to be at least in his forties, he was handsome Shoto thanked god for that. He had a nice clean shave but there was still somewhat of a neat tiny mustache which Shoto wasn't very founded of but somehow the older man made it work. He wore square glasses and a nice button-down shirt. He seemed professional yet casual, and there was a warm calmness to him. Shoto liked that.

"So" the man spoke his voice was strong yet so calming "How old are you?"

"Uh 22" He took the glass that was being offered to him "thanks."

"Do you live in town?"

A beat passed.

"No." Another beat had passed. "I'm just I'm just, visiting my grandparents."

"Hmm" obviously the man didn't believe him.

"So what about you?" Shoto asked the man but got no reply. Instead, the man asked him another question.

"You live like this?" the man played with Shoto's hair

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this is how you look generally?"

"Um well.." Shoto began to shift feeling a little uncomfortable " yeah"

The man sloped his hand down to Shoto's jaw "You're beautiful."

"oh.." Shoto tried his best to avoid any eye contact with the man "Thank you."

"I'm envious of your generation, you know. You guys don't care as much about the rules. You know, I think that's a good thing."

Shoto nodded just for the sake of nodding he didn't actually give a shit about what the man was saying.

"And I don't want to be that old guy that gives you advice, but I look at you and I think there are... two versions of how your life can go..."

Shoto took that moment to finally look the man in the eyes as he was speaking.

"You can either go someplace, where you're wanted for who you are. Or you can stay in a town like this. End up like me. Living your life out in motel rooms. Selfishly... " The man moved closer and pushed his knee forward rubbing against Shoto's crotch while simultaneously lifting his chin forward. "I hope you stay."

The man ran his thumb across Shoto's lips then slowly pushed it into his mouth. Shoto let out a soft moan around the man's thumb and made sure not to break eye contact with him.

The man used his thumb to pull Shoto's Mouth open.

"You have a great mouth."

Shoto's breath started to get slower as the man pushed his jaw down farther, opening his mouth even a little more.

"wider...Wider..." The man whispered to him while pushing his knee even more into Shoto's crotch, feeling how hard he had gotten.

"Good boy..."

The next thing Shoto knew was that he was pushed face down into the bed, with his ass up and hands clenching onto the sheets.

Shoto once told Izuku that every night when he was a kid, like, five or something. he'd lock himself in the bathroom, get down on his hands and knees, and pray to God...