Mending Old Wounds

Sludge Villain

Saturday July 3rd

Todoroki's POV:

For lack of better phrasing, Izuku kicked my ass in training that afternoon. There was no definitive 'winner,' because we didn't turn it into a competition, but if we had, I'm almost certain I would've lost. The confines of the agency's gym, limited us to short-range low-power attacks. Although I've come a long way in training my short-range capabilities, Izuku still manages to surpass me in those conditions. I really couldn't find it in me to be overly upset about it, considering I was thoroughly enjoying the view. Izuku always put everything he had into training and for years I had admired his fierceness and resolve, but now that we were dating I could allow myself to admire a few other things, like the way his costume stretched across his taught body as he moved. Needless to say, I had to take a cold shower before ordering take-out for dinner.

Izuku and I supped in Bakugou's room. It was comfortably pleasant. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and the easy banter between the three of us left me feeling light and airy. However, I still caught myself thinking that something was missing and I couldn't quite put my finger on what could possibly make things better. Then, Kirishima video called Bakugou. He was in his room at Fatgum's agency, freshly showered with his hair down. Bakugou propped his phone up, so Kirishima could see all three of us, and in minutes, he was joining in on the banter. It was almost like he was actually there with us, and I was suddenly feeling like that missing piece had been found. For the first time in my life, I started to believe that I could feel whole, and decided I needed to have a conversation with Shinso before thinking too far into the situation.

It was nearing 10pm, and Bakugou was turning into a grumpy old man, when Izuku and I decided to turn in for the night. I walked with him down the hall, passing my door in favor of walking him to his room. I intended on giving him a chaste goodnight kiss, but Izuku seemed to have other plans. He pulled me into his room and quickly closed the door behind us. I raised my brows, and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Would it be okay if I changed my mind?" Izuku looked up at me sheepishly, a slight blush on his freckled cheeks. "Will you sleep here tonight?"

An elated smile spread itself across my face, "Of course I will."

I leaned down, intending to press a quick kiss to his soft lips, but Izuku held me tighter. I ran my fingers through his hair and stepped closer, relishing the languid movements of our lips. Izuku moved his hands to my hips and slowly slid them under the hem of my shirt, brushing his fingers against my skin just above the fabric of my sweatpants. The sudden skin on skin contact caught me off guard enough to allow a small gasp escape. Izuku stole the chance to slip his tongue between my parted lips and I didn't hesitate to meet him half-way. I felt him smile against my lips, before deepening the kiss and running his hands up my back. The feel of his scarred hands against my bare skin sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. I suddenly needed more, wanted more. There was too much space between us and too many clothes, but I held myself back. I was already holding him and kissing him like I had only ever dreamed of, I couldn't be selfish and push him too far too fast.

Izuku broke the kiss and grabbed my hand, leading me to the bed. He placed his cell phone on the nightstand and I followed suit, after checking to be sure my alarm was set. I climbed in the bed and held the covers back for Izuku to slide in next to me. He propped himself on his elbow and slowly raised his right hand to the side of my face. He hovered above my cheek, hesitating, silently asking permission. I leaned in to his touch and he splayed his fingers around my ear, gently sliding his thumb just under my eye, across the bottom of my scar. There might have been a time when I would have cringed away from someone touching the ever prominent reminder of my haunted childhood, but Izuku was looking at me with such affection. There was no pity or hurt in his gaze, just soft eyes and a beautiful smile that had me closing my eyes and pressing further into his hand to feel the warmth behind his actions.
I released a soft sigh, and he moved closer, pressing his lips to mine so gently I was almost overwhelmed. It was in that moment that I realized I was in so much deeper than I ever realized. I always knew I held a strong attraction and admiration towards Izuku, but this was so much more, and I wanted to be so much closer.
I slid my hands around his back and let them glide down to his waist, I applied the slightest amount of pressure to pull him closer. Not enough to actually move him, just enough to let him know what I wanted. He immediately complied, shifting his body to press to mine. I slid my left hand down behind the back of his knee and pulled again, he followed my movements and settled over me, straddling my hips and pressing his left hand into the bed beside my waist to keep from settling all of his weight on my body. The kiss deepened with every new motion and we were both starting to breathe more heavily between it. I brought both of my hands back to his waist and applied pressure again, he allowed his hips to fall to mine, and the movement caused both of our very erect dicks to press against each other. We broke the kiss and twin moans escaped from our parted lips.
Izuku pressed his forehead to mine and I opened my eyes to stare into his half-lidded ones. We were both breathing heavily and his freckled cheeks were flushed. If I thought Izuku was beautiful before, it was nothing compared to now. I added more pressure to my hands at his waist and rolled my hips, causing our dicks to rub together through the thin fabric of our pajama bottoms. It felt so much better than it should have. Izuku bit his bottom lip and squeezed his eyes closed.