MHA smut

Maybe He Was Pretty

Written by: Tamsliveshere

Summary:

Tamaki needed something to help love himself, what better way to do so than by receiving a handjob from his Dom?

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Tamaki whimpered as he turned his head with his eyes squeezed shut. It was too embarrassing to watch this.

Mirio tutted and gently turned Tamaki's head straight with his fingers under his sub's chin. "You have to look otherwise I'm going to make this last even longer, Sweetheart."

Tamaki shivered from Mirio's breath on his neck. The tone of his smooth voice was enough to make him slowly open his eyes again to look in the mirror.

Tamaki was fully on show, naked with the only thing he was wearing was the black leather collar around his throat.

"Good boy." Mirio rewarded him with light praise and then began to stroke Tamaki again.

Mirio would only give Tamaki pleasure if his sub was looking at himself in the mirror. Tamaki knew this, but he didn't want to watch himself. He didn't like the way his chest heaved with each pant or how light scars littered his skin from hero work. He didn't want to watch how his skin folded when he bent or jerked under Mirio's touch, trying to get more.

He wanted to watch his Dom but Mirio was hidden behind Tamaki, still fully clothed and only peaking around behind Tamaki to ensure his sub was doing as told.

Tamaki's eyes fell on the floor in the reflection of the mirror but again that sweet slick heat on his cock stopped.

Mirio knew Tamaki needed this. It had been a bad week of self-deprication and anxiety but this was one way Mirio could help.

"All you have to do is look up and watch my hands. You can do that for me, I know you can."

Mirio sealed his trust in Tamaki with a kiss on his shoulder. His lips smacked against Tamaki's skin, again making Tamaki shiver and his eyes come back up.

Watch my hands.

Yeah, he could do that. Tamaki didn't have to look at himself when he watched Mirio's hands right?

Tamaki's eyes locked onto the grip Mirio had on his cock. Slowly he leaned into the heat coming from his palm, the lube making the slide easy, and the friction against the head of his cock each time Mirio's fingers brushed over it.

His breathing evened out, turning into slow deep breaths. His eyes lidded but he had to keep watching or else it would stop. Tamaki blinked a few times before his eyes opened a little wider but then Mirio's other hand came out from behind him. Tamaki watched as Mirio's hand slid over his chest and paused at one of Tamaki's nipples to pinch and-

Tamaki pursed his lips to hold in a whining moan but wait, why did it stop again?! Tamaki picked up his head from where it fell back onto Mirio's shoulder. He could feel the chuckle rumbling through Mirio's chest that was pressed against Tamaki's back.

Mirio's hands started back up again as Tamaki flushed and looked in the mirror. He didn't need to be told this time, he knew he had to watch. Mirio's fingers pinched and pulled at his nipples again, giving the same treatment to each and pulling out breathy moans from Tamaki.

He reached back to Mirio and clutched onto his shirt at an awkward angle. He didn't know what else to do with his hands but he knew he needed to hold onto something or else he would fall over.

Mirio placed a soft kiss on the tip of Tamaki's ear. For how soft it was and being so close to his ear, Tamaki could hear the wet smack of his lips.

Tamaki whimpered as his hips began to jerk into Mirio's hand and his stomach grew tighter. He watched how the head of his cock peaked through the hole Mirio created with his hand and how it was turning flushed with a bead of precum at the tip.

Mirio's other hand traveled down to Tamaki's hip to hold him still which dragged another moan out of Tamaki. A pitiful, helpless, whining moan. Mirio chuckled but quickened the pace of his strokes on Tamaki's cock.

Tamaki's eyes were glued to where Mirio was jacking him off. Each schlick schlick schlick made his whole body start to tingle and his breathing come faster.

Tamaki's brain cells had all but left except for one which was used to remind Tamaki of one of their rules.

"M'close," he panted, obeying the rule that he must warn his Dom about his arriving orgasm.

Tamaki, as Mirio's sub, was not allowed to cum without permission. Each orgasm belonged to Mirio. It was not Tamaki's decision to cum, and it wasn't his responsibility. If he ever felt the need then he had to go to Mirio, there was no way of hiding it either. Mirio knew the signs of Tamaki's arousal even better than Tamaki did most times. Tamaki was never permitted to cum by himself.

"So close, Sir, please," Tamaki begged Mirio as he could feel the pleasure building inside of him.

"Cum for me, Sweetheart."

Mirio peppered Tamaki's ear with soft kisses then nibbled on the tip as Tamaki cried out. Tamaki panted and gasped for breath as the dam inside of him finally broke and he came in Mirio's hand. Cum spurted on the mirror, and the floor, and dripped from Mirio's hand as he slowed his pace.

Not once did Tamaki's eyes leave the mirror. He watched the whole time as he painted it with white sticky cum, how his hips jerked erratically, how he was flushed from the tips of his ears down to his chest.

One could almost say Tamaki looked a little bit pretty when he came.

Mirio raised his hand, covered in cum, and Tamaki dropped open his jaw to accept a few sticky fingers.

"Good boy, such a good boy," Mirio purred to Tamaki and wrapped his free arm around Tamaki's midsection to hold him up.

Mirio pulled his fingers free and a few lines of spit broke when pulled away far enough.

"Thank you," Tamaki slurred, high off hormones and happy chemicals swimming in his mind.

Yeah, maybe he was pretty.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50010421