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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Kaminari_Denki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Kaminari_Denki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Awkward_First_Times, First_Kiss, First_Time, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Hand
      Jobs, Grinding, Frottage, Banter, Inappropriate_use_of_Quirks, they_play
      pokemon, Competitiveness
  Collections:
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      Published: 2017-11-08 Words: 2726
****** Caught up in the Moment ******
by rowdy_red_riot
Summary
     "Okay, champ…what do you want—Candy? Money? Bragging rights?”
     suggests a bitter Kaminari, who crosses his arms rather indignantly.
     “Oh, um. Actually, could I ask for something a little different?”
     Midoriya proposes, somehow unable to tear his gaze from how Kaminari
     wets his lips before he speaks.
     “Like what?”
     “Um, well, let me preface this with the fact that you’re free to
     decline, of course—” he starts, clearing his throat before
     continuing, “—but… could I maybe… try something?”
Notes
     Anonymous said to rowdy-red-riot: " “Wait! I…I’ve never done this
     before.” KamiDeku?"
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It’s in the heat of virtual-battle that Midoriya plays his trump card.
“A level 1 Rattata? Against my level 64 Ampharos? You kidding me, Midoriya?”
Kaminari asks incredulously, smiling smugly at the easy win that’s practically
been given to him—or so he thinks.
“Give me a break. It’s my last chance against your final Pokémon, man,”
Midoriya sighs as unassumingly as possible. “And you never know, I may just
sweep this victory right out from under your nose.”
“I’d like to see you fucking try to survive this!” he shouts, unleashing a
devastating Power Gem on his friend’s unsuspecting Pokémon. However, just as
he’s about to start gloating, Kaminari watches as the Rattata endures the
hit—leaving it at just 1 HP—thanks to its Focus Sash. “Ha, alright, clever.
I’ll just kill it next round.”
“You can try, but I think I’ve got you right where I want you,” Midoriya
chuckles rather darkly, watching as his Rattata uses the move Endeavor, which
lowers Kaminari’s Ampharos’s HP to match its own.
“Wait, hold on—what the fuck?” Kaminari gawks before hurriedly deciding on his
strongest move—Thunderbolt—but by then it’s too late. Midoriya’s Rattata uses
Quick Attack, taking out the last of Ampharos’s HP, and causing it to faint. It
never stood a chance.
As the screen flashes with Midoriya’s overwhelming victory, he sneaks a glance
at the seething blond, who simply gapes at him, a disgusted wrinkling of his
nose portraying his absolute distaste for Midoriya’s strategic prowess. The
green-haired boy can’t help but snicker at the sight, an act which lights
Kaminari’s fuse. “You fucker!” He growls as he pounces, tackling a laughing
Midoriya onto the bed.
“Pffhahaha! C’mon, Kaminari, don’t be such a sore loser!” He replies cheekily,
pushing Kaminari off of him, only to have the blond leap at him again.
“Don’t you fucking pull that faux-innocent shit with me, you conniving
bastard!” Kaminari rages, his blond locks flying this haphazardly as the two
boys begin to wrestle on the bed, thrashing amongst Kaminari’s gaudy animal-
print bedsheets.
“H-Hey, it’s a perfectly viable strategy!” He yells defensively between
breaths, playing along ‘til the other tires himself out.
“You destroyed my pride and joy! Do you know how long it took me to train up my
dear, sweet Ampharos to defeat you?!”
“The game’s only been out for, like, two weeks,” Midoriya snorts, pinning
Kaminari’s hands by his head. The blond flails violently beneath him for a
solid twenty seconds before giving up with a melodramatic sigh.
“You’re missing the point, Midoriya,” he laments, furrowing his nicked brows in
exasperation as he glowers up at two smiling green eyes. “Fuck you and your
super-strength,” Kaminari murmurs, flicking half-heartedly at one of Midoriya’s
wrists. The other blinks, as if coming out of a trance, and releases his grip,
though he does not leave his spot looming over Kaminari.
“I wasn’t even using my quirk just now…”
“Well then, just fuck you, I guess,” the blond scoffs, glaring at the space to
the right of the other’s shoulder. Midoriya laughs wholeheartedly at that. “Oh,
shut it. Okay, champ…what do you want—Candy? Money? Bragging rights?” suggests
a bitter Kaminari, who crosses his arms rather indignantly.
“Oh, um. Actually, could I ask for something a little different?” Midoriya
proposes, somehow unable to tear his gaze from how Kaminari wets his lips
before he speaks.
“Like what?”
“Um, well, let me preface this with the fact that you’re free to decline, of
course—” he starts, clearing his throat before continuing, “—but… could I
maybe… try something?”
Kaminari simply blinks at him. “…Ssssure.”
“Okay just. Close your eyes for a sec,” Midoriya says, trying not to stammer.
Suddenly his heartbeat quickens in within his ribcage, threatening to burst. Is
he actually going to do this? What if Kaminari rejects him? What if he loses
his friend over this? Well, sure, Kaminari’s not really one to shy from these
sorts of things, but what if he—
“’Kay.” Kaminari’s eyes close, hidden beneath his monolid. The green-haired boy
can’t help but stare at his peaceful expression. His own eyes search for any
signs of hesitation from his friend, and he briefly considers the possibility
of spontaneously combusting from sheer nerves. “Jeez, Midoriya,” Kaminari
sighs, “Just do it, already. I can practically hear those gears turning.” The
corners of his mouth quirk up amusedly.
A few seconds pass, and just as Kaminari’s about to ask what’s the holdup, he
feels a soft, comforting pressure against his lips.
Is this—?
Honey-gold eyes blink wide in surprise, absently noting how one of his friend’s
freckled cheeks redden significantly within his field of vision. Kaminari’s
heart beats against his ribcage, threatening to bust out of there like a swarm
of butterflies. Static hums along his skin as he grips the bedsheets to try and
muffle it. The warm, fuzzy feelings the kiss provides has his nerves racing a
mile a minute while his mind goes blank, and before Kaminari can think of
kissing back, Midoriya pulls away, his evergreen eyes downcast as he avoids the
blond’s gaze.
“S-Sorry,” Midoriya begins, rushing to defend himself. “I—I know I should’ve
asked first—or, at least been clearer about what I wanted to do—but you just
looked—your face, it was just—I dunno, I was caught up in the moment I guess.
I’ll just, uh,” he stammers, moving to push himself off of his friend, and
possibly make a mad dash for his room so he can wallow in his shame, but
Kaminari stops him with a gentle tug to his shirt collar.
“Hold on, Midoriya,” he says, his index finger still curled over his friend’s
shirt. “Stay.” Gently, Kaminari pulls the other boy down, bringing their lips
together once more in a sweet peck. It lasts a good three seconds before they
part a second time, and Midoriya’s face only reddens more as he ducks down,
burying his face in Kaminari’s shirt bashfully. The blond pats his friend’s
head reassuringly.
Midoriya lifts his face from Kaminari’s chest slightly to speak. “That was, um,
nice.” He can practically feel the heat radiating from his face, he’s so
embarrassed.
“Yeah… can we maybe do more?” Kaminari asks, fighting the urge to cover the
blush on his cheeks.
Midoriya props himself up again and speaks with a tilt of his head. “More?”
“Yeah, like… here, I saw this in a movie once…” Kaminari mutters, reaching up
to gently cup Midoriya’s burning freckled cheeks. Before he can chicken out of
it, the blond tilts their heads perpendicularly before pulling him back down to
kiss him again, with a greater awareness than before. Breathing evenly through
their noses, they share a series of clumsy kisses, each more confident than the
last. Kaminari breaks the pattern with a hesitant swipe of his tongue along
Midoriya’s lower lip, drawing a faint shudder past his lips when he parts them
gingerly for Kaminari.
Eagerly, Kaminari licks into Midoriya’s mouth, marveling at the strange new
sensation of their tongues sliding and swirling around one another. The green-
haired boy goes to tilt his head to the left, bumping noses with Kaminari along
the way, before returning to the kiss, chuckling inwardly and smiling against
his lips. Midoriya tastes like cream and chocolate-chip cookies, warm and
decadent, while Kaminari tastes colorful, like macarons and lemonade. It’s a
weird mix that somehow melts into something even better as minutes tick by.
As the passion grows between them, Kaminari’s swept away by the moment and
decides to crank it up a notch. Pants tightening, he pushes himself up with one
arm while the other slinks around Midoriya’s shoulders, his hand threading
through his curls, thus deepening the kiss. Kaminari suddenly rolls the other
onto his back, before slipping a knee between his legs and pressing against his
crotch in a deliciously-slow grind. Midoriya’s breath hitches in his throat and
he subconsciously rolls his hips up to prolong the friction, eliciting a quiet
groan from the blond. Encouraged, Midoriya grinds into him once more, prompting
Kaminari to swoop down and take his lips in another messy, heated kiss. Running
his fingers through Kaminari’s blond locks, Midoriya sucks experimentally on
his lower lip, causing him to grunt before pulling away.
“S-Sorry was that weird or—?” Midoriya starts, but his voice breaks into a
shaky exhale when Kaminari starts attacking the column of his throat with wet
kisses, trailing down to his shirt collar and tugging it down to leave a
reddish hickey right underneath. As Kaminari leaves purplish spots and shallow
nibbles along Midoriya’s shoulders, his right hand, humming quietly with very
low voltage, cups the other’s growing erection through his basketball shorts.
“Shit..!” Midoriya rasps, rutting involuntarily into his friend’s gently-
vibrating hand, a shiver shooting down his spine as he groans at the feeling,
his underwear growing unbearably tight with every second.
Kneading the other’s clothed cock, Kaminari slinks lower and sits back on his
knees, sliding his free hand up Midoriya’s shirt to run his fingers over the
firm grooves of his abdomen. In a swift motion, Midoriya reaches down and pulls
off his shirt, exposing his torso, flushed a warm pink and dusted with pale
brown stars along his shoulders, chest, and hips. Tossing the garment aside, he
then sits up and slots their mouths together while his hands fumble to get rid
of Kaminari’s shirt.
Instead of returning to the kiss after discarding his shirt, Kaminari finds
himself between Midoriya’s legs, pressing kisses up his thighs while his hand
continues palming at his length. Midoriya bites his lower lip to muffle the
embarrassing sounds that are threatening to escape him. Running mostly on
adrenaline and little to no brains, Kaminari goes to tug down the waistband of
his black shorts, stopping only when two rough palms clasp his own, effectively
immobilizing them. “Wait!” Midoriya yelps, snapping Kaminari out of his horny
trance. The blond picks his head up to catch Midoriya’s eyes before he can lose
the nerve to look at him. “I… I’ve never done this before…”
A single bead of sweat trickles down his cheek from his hairline as he speaks.
“Neither have I,” Kaminari admits, cutting off the flow of current to his
hand—an act that Midoriya misses immediately—and sitting back on his haunches,
hands placed in a way that inconspicuously hides the tent he’s pitched. One
hand moves up to scratch at the back of his head. “Wanna stop?”
“N-No! It’s just.. this is so embarrassing,” Midoriya mumbles into his hands,
hiding his face.
“You want to keep going?” He asks, inching forward slightly, hoping that the
hopefulness in his tone isn’t too noticeable.
“Yeah, but, uh, I don’t have any, um…” He clears his throat. “…protection.” He
finishes stammering out a reply and trails off, mortified—he hasn’t had to say
that word out loud since his oral presentation for his sex-ed class, and that
was an ordeal in and of itself.
Kaminari stifles a laugh and Midoriya shoots him a dirty look through the
cracks of his fingers. “It’s okay, man. We don’t have to go all the way if you
don’t want to,” he states lightheartedly, biting back a goofy smile while
they’re on the subject.
“But, I do want to do it. Like, maybe not… i-i-intercourse…” Midoriya stumbles
over his words, his fingers gripping his own bangs while he buries his palms
into his eye sockets. “But, maybe something… less… penetrative?”
There’s a pregnant pause, and Midoriya frowns, absently wishing to just vanish
using that one warp-gate-villain’s quirk, but he’s yanked out of his thoughts
with a gasp by a certain delightful warmth rubbing against the intersection of
the inseam of his shorts. When he drops his hands to keep himself from free-
falling onto the mattress, he gawks at a determined Kaminari mouthing almost
hungrily against his concealed erection. Before he can think to stop himself
from doing so, Midoriya groans at the relieving friction, hips jerking
awkwardly as Kaminari’s hands make their way to his sides, pulling down his
shorts and All Might boxers in one smooth motion. Once freed, his dick stands
at attention, flushed red and dripping, and Midoriya throws his head back in a
sigh.
However, this short moment of relief is suddenly outshined by pleasure when
Kaminari wraps his lips around the tip, engulfing it in an delicious heat and
sucking in a way that has Midoriya’s thighs trembling over Kaminari’s
shoulders. Kaminari curls his fingers around the base of Midoriya’s length and
begins to stroke him slowly, drawing a low whine form the other boy’s clenched
teeth. “You good?” Kaminari asks, lapping at the slit and kissing down the side
of his shaft, his grip firm. Unable to form words at the moment, his friend
merely nods, mildly overwhelmed, as he pants, peering through hooded eyes.
Reassured, Kaminari returns his attention to Midoriya’s sensitive glans, taking
it into his mouth and sinking down on his cock gradually, soon bobbing his head
and sucking. The lewd, wet noises of his mouth make their faces burn, and
Midoriya’s lips part in a shuddery moan, arousal pooling in his groin when
Kaminari’s pace quickens. With the green-haired boy’s beautiful sounds melting
in his ears like chocolate syrup, Kaminari recalls a scene from a porno he
watched once—okay, twice—and makes the impulse decision of surprising the other
boy by taking the entirety of his length into his mouth.
The improvised deepthroat move backfires, however, and Kaminari gags slightly
at the protrusion, abruptly pulling off of Midoriya’s dick with a cough,
muffled by his own hand. Dazed, Midoriya leans forward to pat his friend’s back
comfortingly until he’s caught his breath. “I-I’m good, I’m good,” Kaminari
assures him, his face beet-red from his blunder, as pathetic as it was
ambitious.
Giving his flustered friend a sweet, shaky smile, Midoriya tugs on his arm to
get his attention. When Kaminari turns to face him, he’s greeted with eager,
bitten lips melding with his own. As Midoriya kisses him, Kaminari ambles
closer until their sitting in each other’s laps, each with their right leg
hooked around the other’s hips. Their tongues dance clumsily, yet in a way it
just feels so right.With fumbling fingers, they work together to free
Kaminari’s neglected cock, and soon Midoriya’s licking his hand and wrapping it
around both their dicks, stroking quickly.
Neither can contain their sounds of pleasure, groaning and gasping into each
other’s mouths—no longer really kissing; rather just brushing their lips
against each other, panting in unison as Kaminari’s hands tangle themselves in
Midoriya’s leafy locks and tug. Midoriya’s free hand cards through blond
strands, soft and kind of sweaty, before resting on Kaminari’s nape, his thumb
brushing against the short, dirty-blond hairs there. The gentle touch causes
him to shiver, his static building and coursing through their veins, igniting
something in their hearts that makes them feel soalive.
Just as Kaminari goes to kiss him again, Midoriya does something with his wrist
that takes the very breath out of his lungs. His eyelids flutter and the lights
flicker; his breath hitches and before he knows it, he’s coming with a muffled
shout, limbs quivering, fists tightly grasping his friend’s hair. Thin white
stripes spurt from his cock, the hot substance painting their chests as his
breaths come out ragged against the other’s ear. Midoriya tries to stroke him
through his high, but the sights and sounds all become too much, and not half a
minute later, he’s pushed over the edge as well, his voice cutting off almost
entirely as stars explode behind his eyelids.
A moment passes. Sharing each other’s air, both boys eventually come down from
their highs, chuckling wearily at the situation they’ve found themselves in.
Not that either regrets it, at all.
Midoriya’s the first to speak. “Do you have anything I could clean up with?”
“Yeah, here,” Kaminari replies, reaching over to his nightdesk and handing his
friend a box of tissues. As Midoriya gently wipes them both down, Kaminari
averts his gaze. “Sorry, I probably should’ve let you know I was close, or
something.”
“I don’t mind, Kaminari-kun. You can just warn me next time,” he says simply,
tossing the used paper into a nearby wastebin.
“Oh, okay. Sure thing.”
.
.
.
“…W-wait, next time?”
End Notes
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