BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

KiriDeku | Loving Games

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CW: NSFW content
TC: Top Izuku!
Suggested by; kiriibean
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...--'AND HE TAKES THE VILLAIN DOWN WITH EASE!- WE'VE ALL EXPECTED IT, AT THIS POINT!'---

The pro-hero isn't too aware of the cameras, and is simply focusing on keeping himself, and the city alive... he clearly has the upper hand, and stands with both feet on the pedestal of victory, judging by how beaten down the villain already is.

The camera captures the villain charging towards him from behind, and the pro hero's skin washes over cascaded over with hard ridges from his quirk... He stands in place, feet planted, and his breath just below regulated, as the villain fails at his attempt to push through the hero's back a piece of scrap metal he'd collected from the ground. 
The hero only shoots a confident, but serious glare off to his side, to only harden his arm and swing it back with brute force... the villain's head could have come clean off, if his hardened arm had only sliced a little lower towards his neck...-

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From snacks, he's moved on to chewing on his thumb, or knuckles... the couch, warm though never warmer than the embrace of his boyfriend, swallows him back as he shrinks up more, the further he watches of the battle onscreen.

With another strike that the pro hero gives, he shifts on his weighed seat... His eyes are widened, but in an interested, attentive way... with his lips pried agape by his thumb, to which he currently nibbles on. 

Over the commentary the news reporter currently gives, the watcher groans, long and needy, upon catching a glimpse of that confident, focused glare the hero gives... That villain is getting no undeserved mercy, constantly being picked up only to be slammed back down by Red Riot, the one who will surely be the cause of his future trauma... or death.

An arm slips between his legs, his knees already being curled up to his chest, and his toes curl... the sensation inside his body feels lewd, and he can't currently focus on not much else, other than the one he watches... and the hunger inside him. How his forearm presses against an embarrassing reaction his body has given is like the perfect tease to get his spine tingling... 

He has hours left, all to his lonesome... the thought worsens his state.

Red Riot has a special "case" in his agency. While most heroes focus on either battling and rescuing, Red Riot focuses on both. He's an overachiever when it comes to his job, with utmost pride. 
After kicking down villains... he immediately turns to rescue anyone who was injured.
After the long hours of in-field work, he returns to the agency, to run errands as well.

"Just today, I had to be home..."
"..."
"Better than being on the field, with him... that would've been embarrassing..."

The urge to spread his legs and grind up just a bit against his forearm is overwhelming to him... Though, to him, it's always felt wrong to even think about doing anything of the sort without Eijiro, now. Especially if the cause of it is his boyfriend. His knees pressed tighter together.

The desire slowly manifests frustration. He'll be the one taking control of the one responsible for all of it... Despite it only being set up to possibly happen until after seven, and it being currently three in the afternoon... he still can't wait until then.