Pervert Academy

Ointment

short iideku
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Suspended... again!

Once didn't seem to be enough to stop Katsuki from getting into another fight. However... thankfully it was only one day.

Still, Izuku sulked back to his dorm, ready to bandage himself up... AGAIN! Why did Katsuki hate him so much? It was rhetorical, having thought of it so many times already. They were just oil and water.

"Midoriya-kun! If you wait much longer you could risk infection!" The voice, seemingly from nowhere, practically made Izuku jump.

"Don't worry, Iida-kun, I was just starting to-"

"I should help! As your friend, and as class president. Of course." His face was starting to turn a bit flush, but Izuku never thought anything of it.

"Ah! Thanks. I'm pretty sure there's a few scratches on my back, my palms, arms and thighs." It was an unfortunate day to wear shorts.

Iida moved behind him, the bed shifting beneath, taking what was left of Izuku's shirt off. Half his back was just scratched and opened scars. A pang of sympathy rushed through Iida, never noticing the smaller things that happened. Sure, he was there for broken arms and legs, or both, but... Izuku's whole body was already battle hardened. It was a harsh contrast to his own- a few small scars. "Pardon the sting, Midoriya-kun! The ointment may hurt."

He covered a cotton ball in alcohol, and started to lightly dab cuts and irritated skin. It was no good if a classmate got an infection... but he could still feel a blush on his cheeks. Iida could hear little hisses from Izuku, who tried his best to keep them internalized. It was cute, and Iida could admit that as a friend. Or, at least not to Izuku's face.

They were close. Too close to be having thoughts and fantasy. Yet Tenya couldn't shake the want. "I hope it doesn't hurt too badly, Midoriya-kun!"

"Nah, that's just how you know it's working," he laughs in response, putting on a brave face. His laugh faltered once Iida cleaned another scratch.

In a few minutes, his whole back was cleaned. "I-I can do it from here."

But Iida wasn't having it. "Nonsense! I'm here to help you!" He grabs Izuku's wrist, cleaning up his palm- showing his determination to help. Not that there was any underlying motives or more than subconscious wishes....

Izuku pouted at him, but still moved to face him. "So stubborn, Iida-kun. My mom would love to know someone is taking care of me! You'll make a great husband to someone someday," He teased, a gentle flush on his cheeks. It should've been illegal to look so cute! Iida kept the thought to himself, but his own face was a bright red. Husband? Mother? It seemed more like Izuku was thinking about him in that manner... that or he was overthinking, per usual.

Now for Izuku's raw thighs and legs. How he managed to get so roughed up in different places was beyond Iida. "Midoriya-kun, c-could you take off your shorts?"

"S-seriously! I can handle it," He argued back, as he took off his shorts. Didn't seem like Midoriya's brain and body were on the same page. Regardless, the sight of him getting off the bed and essentially stripping just for Iida was a tempting one. That wasn't what was happening, but regardless... Tenya would be storing that memory for later use, against his best judgement.

Izuku sat back down, sitting crisscross to show Iida the extent of the marks. His boxer-briefs, All-Might patterned- Iida noted, were untouched. The skin a few centimeters below was irritated and red. Being so close to Izuku's... desirables was difficult- his face flushed. Holding his breath, Tenya dabbed the raw skin, hands sweating.

"Iida, d-do I have any cuts on my face?" Izuku asked, seeming embarrassed..? Iida turned his attention away from his legs- in a completely platonic way- to his adorably freckled cheeks and the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. He could hear Izuku's soft breathing. Tenya shakes his head, but Izuku scoots closer, starting to lean in," Are you sure?" Iida nods intensely, but careful not to hit Midoriya. Longest eyelashes. Both of their faces were flush, as Izuku moved in even closer.

"T-this is against school conduct," Tenya nervously mumbles, to Izuku's mirthful laugh. Their lips touch and Iida swears he hasn't felt something so soft. Even with Midoriya's lips being chapped and cracked, it was plush and sensitive. Neither of them what to do next, awkwardly moving to lick into each other's mouths- suddenly desperate. Iida moved Izuku onto his lap- mindful of how beaten up he was.

He could kiss Izuku forever. Midoriya was perfection and tasted like blood. Tenya brushed against the cut in his mouth, tasting the fresh scratch, earning a pained whine from Izuku. Breaking apart for air, Izuku rested on Iida's chest. "Are you hard, Iida- kun?" An inescapable question since he was sitting directly on the erection.

"Are you, Midoriya-kun?" Izuku took Iida's hand and guided it to his half hard cock, a surprised noise coming from him. "W- what do you propose we do? I... don't know much." With Izuku's look, it was clear he didn't know either.

But, Midoriya still took the lead. Straddling Iida's thighs he slipped out his own cock, them moved to open Iida's pants. Tenya quickly fumbled to open his own, but eventually his painfully hard dick was presented to Izuku, who licked down his palm- trying his best for some makeshift lube.

He gripped both of their dicks, the friction of his pumps and closeness were almost too much for Iida.

"Midoriya-kun," Iida moaned quietly, embarrassed. Izuku liked him. Obviously he did, sitting on Iida's lap and jerking them off, but the realization was a lot for Tenya. "Midoriya-kun," he repeated, breathily and wanting.

Izuku only panted in response, a few whimpers here and there. His hand was moving faster, trying to chase their orgasms. Sweat down his brow, flush at his face, eyes screwed tight in pleasure... Izuku was still absolutely adorable- even while looking so lewd- Iida might've fallen in love.

Looking to him, Izuku leaned into Iida, starting another kiss. It was just as inexperienced as the others, but was enough to push them both over the limit.

Stomachs covered with cum and sweat, Midoriya have a content smile, collapsing onto his friend.

"Should I apply more ointment now?"