This fic might as well be called: Pyromania: The Fetish.
several days later
"Momo, no."
"Come on, Shoto! You can't really expect to keep him locked away in your home forever, can you? I know you want to protect him, but—"
"But what? I nearly lost Izuku, Momo. And worse, that monster who tried to take him away from me is still out on the loose."
Shoto shakes. "No. Letting Izuku go outside isn't an option."
"At least let other people in!" Momo says, "Let other people back into his life. Let him—"
Shoto hangs up the phone, unable to listen to another minute of this.
"Shoto? Who were you talking to?"
Shoto flinches.
He wasn't expecting Izuku to be awake.
"Oh, morning, Izuku," Shoto says casually from the leisure of their couch as a yawning Izuku exits their bedroom from behind. "You sleep well?"
Izuku yawns.
A cute thing, really.
"Yeah."
"What do you want for breakfast?"
Izuku's eyelashes flitter. "Um... well..."
"Pancakes?" Shoto suggests.
"I'm not all that hungry, to be honest." Izuku admits.
"Hm? That's not like you."
Izuku shifts his gaze away from Shoto's.
"I'm horny."
Shoto chuckles.
"Are you, now...?" Shoto asks as he gets off the couch, rises to his feet.
Letting his left side burn openly.
"Well, what do you want me to do about it...?"
Izuku whines, a cute noise, really.
It prompts Shoto's left side to flare further.
"I want you to say it."
"I—I want to fuck you, Shoto."
Shoto chuckles.
Fuck, being powerful feels so good.
"Well, maybe I wanna be fucked by you too, Izuku."
"C—Can I touch your left side?" Izuku asks. "Maybe it won't burn me."
Shoto chuckles, letting his flames dissipate as he strides towards Izuku. "I know you like fire, my dear, but—"
"I—I wanna touch them!" Izuku moans. "Your flames! P—plea—"
Shoto responds by pulling Izuku into a heated kiss, his left side hot, hot with fucking passion. Izuku responds in earnest, and Shoto devours that mouth.
"S—So good..." Izuku moans. "H—H—"
Izuku's tongue meshes with Shoto's, and Shoto keeps lapping away, devouring that mouth, that sweet mouth—
Izuku shudders. "F—Feel so..."
"Hot?" Shoto asks.
Izuku mewls.
Shoto keeps wrecking that mouth. "Say. It."
"I wanna fuck you, Shoto," Izuku whispers, nuzzling the right side of his face against Shoto's left.
"Then fuck me."
Izuku groans, and Shoto uses the opportunity to pull his lover's pants down.
"Or do I have to do everything by myself..."
Shoto gets on his knees and laps away at Izuku's member, laps away at his juices like it's priceless nectar.
Wanting to devour it all 'till there's nothing left.
"You taste so. Fucking. Good. Fuck."
Izuku shudders, unable or unwilling to reply.
Shoto closes his eyes.
Fuck.
He fucking loves spoiling Izuku rotten.
Shoto's eyes roll to the back of his head, and he pulls out his own member as he keeps lapping away at Izuku's, making sure to massage both his and Izuku's amply as he gets lost in the sensations he's experiencing.
And Izuku remains silent, probably getting lost in the sensations he's experiencing, too.
Until— "H—Hey, Shoto...?"
"Hm?"
"I—I—"
Izuku heaves, Shoto persistent in sucking the man dry.
"F—Fuck... Why do you like sucking my dick so much... Like, seriously..."
"The same reason you like eating ice cream, my sweet." Shoto coos.
Izuku groans as he cums into Shoto's mouth.
Shoto is quick to swallow.
"Mm..." Shoto purrs, "So fucking good."
He withdraws his hand from his own member, taking sick pride in that he didn't cum himself.
No, not yet, he won't.
"Can I suck you?" Izuku asks.
"I don't know, Izuku. Can you?"
"I—I want to."
"Then do it."
Izuku is quick to get on his knees; Shoto, even quicker to stand up.
Both of them, terrible at keeping track of time.
But good at—
"F—fuck, you're doing so good..." Shoto moans as Izuku sucks him off beautifully, "F—fuck..."
"I—I like how you taste too, Sho—"
"Izuku, just keep sucking."
"S—sorr—"
Shoto grabs Izuku's head with both his hands, grinds it against his cock.
"So good. So fucking good."
Shoto's seed explodes into Izuku's mouth, and Izuku coughs.
"You okay?"
Izuku keeps coughing, coughing away his seed, "It— It was just... too much..."
"Too—Too much..."
Shoto sighs. "Dammit. Do I really taste that awful?"
"N—No!" Izuku blurts out, "I—I just..."
"Don't like—" Shoto begins. "Me?"
Izuku gulps, unconsciously swallowing whatever is left of Shoto's cum, unconsciously letting Shoto know how much he's loved.
Shoto hums.
"Sh—Shoto?"
"Sorry. I'm just thinking about how much I love you, Izuku."
Izuku's dark eyelashes flutter about, Shoto marveling at how long they are.
'You can't really expect to keep him locked away in your home forever, can you?'
Maybe not forever, Momo.
But, for now.
