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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor/Todoroki_Shouto, Midoriya_Izuku/Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Todoroki_Shouto, Todoroki_Enji_|_Endeavor
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-18 Chapters: 1/? Words: 5556
****** Fuel for the Fire ******
by GirlApart5
Summary
     During Todoroki's internship with his father, he finds a sudden flaw
     in his fire ability that Endeavor is not about to put up with. Where
     did the power he displayed before go?
Notes
     I've only gotten as far as the anime, so forgive any characterisation
     flaws. I also have an idea for another chapter, so I'm leaving this
     as incomplete for now. Enjoy~
The moment Todoroki Shouto arrived at the veritable compound that was his
family's estate after being discharged from the hospital, he was summoned to
his father's office before even having the chance to greet his many siblings.
Todoroki Enji stood waiting for him, frigid blue eyes critical as they analysed
his son's physical condition, said nothing.
"I'm home," Todoroki greeted, out of formality more than anything. Rather than
a welcome, he fully expected a harsh lecture on his actions concerning his
fight with the Hero Killer to be the first thing out of his father's mouth.
Contrary to his expectations, the world's Number 2 Hero had other plans. "We've
lost quite a lot of time to your hospital stay," he stated, folding his arms.
"I hope you're ready to make up for that." It could not be more obvious that it
was not a request.
Todoroki straightened his back more than it already was. "Yes, Father," he
replied immediately, his voice betraying nothing of the anticipation starting
to fill his bloodstream.
"Good. Now," Endeavor began, pinning his son to the floor with his stare. "Show
me your fire."
Todoroki did not dare break eye contact as he focused on the ever-present heat
in his left side. Flames instantly flickered to life in an eery caress over his
skin; merely an intense, rippling warmth to his senses. He was still unused to
the feeling, and the natural ease with which it came continued to churn his
stomach, but compared to the terror and revulsion those flames once incited, it
was a very different experience.
Endeavor hummed low, expressionless as he examined the display. Todoroki knew
better than to flinch when his father reached out a hand and threaded fingers
through the soft mixture of red hair and flames on his head. So large... He
wondered absently how much longer that hand would feel so inescapeably huge.
"Not hot enough," Endeavor narrowed his eyes. "Do you see now, how much time
you've wasted in your pitiful rebellion? I must train you all over again."
'Steady,' Todoroki told himself as unease writhed inside him. 'You knew this
was coming. You know it's necessary.' "Yes, Father."
Todoroki braced himself, but Endeavor only continued to stroke his hair and
watch his face closely, as though looking for something. At last he spoke.
"What did you tell that boy?"
A heavy stone landed in the pit of Todoroki's stomach. "I don't know what you-"
The almost gentle caress instantly turned into a wrenching grip. "You know
exactly what I mean. That classmate you ran off to fight with, the one you
called your 'friend'. Were you complaining to him about me, ungrateful brat
that you are?"
Mind spinning, Todoroki tried to think past the pain in his skull and
instinctive panic clawing up his spine. "I didn't... I only told him that I had
vowed never to use my left side because I didn't want to become like you... He
helped me see that my fire is my own. That's all."
Endeavor smirked. "So that's what he meant. During the sports festival he
looked at me with fearless eyes and said that you were not me. I've wondered
since then just how he could find the nerve to say that."
Todoroki's jaw dropped even as his heart leapt into his throat. "Midoriya..?"
He knew the boy was absurdly courageous, even to the point of seeming suicidal,
but for him to have really squared off against the world's number two Hero with
such a bold statement... Todoroki still was not entirely sure what had
possessed him when he told the boy his story. The clumsy, honest classmate with
a heart of gold worn on his sleeve had captured his attention from the start,
and before he knew it, something warm, exciting, and comfortable was ignited
inside him, compelling him to keep pace with that natural-born hero. The
"Shouto" he saw reflected in those eyes was the person he wanted to be.
His father's next words pierced his yearning thoughts like a snake's bite. "And
now you cling to him like a child."
"..I am a child..." As soon as the words left his mouth, Todoroki regretted
them. He knew his father had never once seen him as a child, and recently in
particular he did not want him to. Perhaps visiting his mother was causing this
regression in his emotions, or the temporary release from his father's
influence that attending U.A. provided made him forget for a moment how cold
and hard he had to be to survive from one day to the next. It was too late to
take it back, now. He clenched his fists and waited.
The smirk on Endeavor's face faltered for a split second, then twisted into a
sneer. "Oh yes, you need much retraining indeed." With those words like a death
sentence, the pro Hero strode from the room, dragging his son along by the
hair.
Todoroki grit his teeth to hold back any sound of pain or protest, having long
since learned that struggling made no difference. He had known full well what
he faced by accepting this apprenticeship, and rationally he knew it was
foolish to dread what he had grown used to long ago. Deep down, he suspected
that befriending Midoriya had put these gaping fissures in his defenses, but
without them, the festering wounds underneath would never heal. He just needed
to endure this. When it was over he could go back to school, visit his mother,
talk to Midoriya.
Midoriya... Ever since making the decision to do this, Todoroki had swayed back
and forth in his resolve. Would the words Midoriya had given him preserve his
sanity, or only serve as further torment? The vulnerability that felt so good
in the light of Midoriya's smile left him feeling raw already. He wanted to
run, to fight, to scream, but there was value in pretending to be his father's
protegé; Endeavor possessed the strongest fire Quirk ever known, and even then
was not the second greatest Hero solely on raw power. Todoroki could learn so
much if only he could keep himself in a distinct contrast with his father's
cruel ambition. He had to keep his focus set on who he wanted to be, not what
Endeavor wanted to turn him into.
The elder Todoroki paused outside a heavy steel door deep in his estate only
long enough to punch in the security code. The room within was as fireproof as
technology and the efforts of various Quirks could make it, and even then it
needed constant restoration. To Todoroki, who had been dragged here for as long
as he could remember, it was hell itself. He kept up with the large man's
stride into the room through sheer willpower, but as soon as the grip on his
hair relinquished, his knees buckled and he sank to the floor.
There were no lights other than what was given off by Endeavor's unrelenting
flames, shrouding the gray room, now sealed from the outside, in deep, dancing
oranges and reds. Todoroki did not have to look around him to know the eery
sight, for it was the landscape of his every nightmare. He concentrated on
breathing evenly and waited for whatever his father had planned.
Endeavor watched his son's back, noting the lack of a tremor. For years the boy
had cowered in this room, turning from even the most obstinate of moods into a
useless doll. It had taken years before Shouto started treating the situation
seriously, but even then it was only to lash out stubbornly with his ice,
making it even more impossible to get anywhere with him, and any attempt to
train here turned into an exercise in finding a sufficient punishment. But now
at long last he really seemed to have come to his senses.
"Let's start by seeing just how hot you can make those flames," he directed,
beginning to circle his son slowly. The silent response was a gush of fire that
engulfed the whole room in an instant, but Endeavor's senses were critical as
they observed every detail of the display.
Todoroki kept his eyes closed against the sudden, blinding light. Fire could
not burn him any more than ice could freeze him -lending a great deal of irony
to the fact that the thing his mother had reached for in her fit was boiling
water, almost a combination of the two, just like he was- but letting that side
of himself have free reign was still hard to get used to. Mentally coaxing the
flames to the highest temperature he could, Todoroki kept his expression
carefully blank even as he felt even the specialty fireproof fabric of his
uniform begin to singe. Minutes passed, but still his father waited. Ashes
swirled in the flames around him, all that was left of his clothing, and even
the air being pumped into the room struggled to make it into his lungs. Just as
he could feel himself beginning to tire under the strain of his focus,
Endeavor's voice boomed over the roaring fire.
"Enough."
Todoroki relinquished the ability immediately and fought the urge to slump in
relief. His father's endurance training often lasted hours at a time, but that
did not seem to be what he had planned today.
Endeavor's own clothes, having not been his Hero's uniform, had also been
incinerated, but the man paid this detail no mind. Ceasing his vulture-like
circling when he once again faced the boy's tense back, Endeavor contemplated
the fair, ash-smudged skin on display. Lean and corded with sculpted muscle,
Shouto was doing well not to rely solely on his Quirk's power, just as he had
taught him. Still, it was becoming increasingly obvious that his son's physique
would likely always favor his mother's fine-boned figure. A knack for speed and
agility was a fair enough trade for the raw, immovable power Endeavor
possessed, but it also meant that he would need to pay special attention to the
boy's resilience if he was to surpass All Might's knack for shrugging off even
the most devastating of blows.
Kneeling down behind his son, Endeavor took the boy's head in his hands,
tilting it back until he only needed to brush aside his bangs to get a good
look at the burn scar. There were plenty of cosmetic procedures that could
remove the dark, mottled tissue, but he left it as a reminder for both himself
and Shouto, perhaps the only decision they both agreed with, albeit for
different reasons.
"You endured this pain well," he said, ignoring the dull glare of his son's
heterochromatic eyes. "And it did much to help strengthen your pain threshold.
Did you tell your mother that? I know you've started visiting her." The small
body at his mercy locked up, but remained silent. Endeavor expected this
response, but the irritation simmering inside him since he heard about that
continued to heat up. "Always so faithful to that woman. She did all this you
and still you choose to hate me instead. Have I ever once hurt you needlessly?
Caused you such permanent damage? Answer, boy!"
Todoroki dug his fingernails into his thighs. "Permanent damage isn't always
visible, father."
Snorting heatedly, Endeavor roughly pushed the boy's head back down. "If you
think I'll continue to put up with your backtalk after you've crawled back to
me asking for what I freely gave you your whole life even as you fought every
step of the way, you are sorely mistaken. I will stamp out this rebellious
nature as I stamped it from your wretched mother. Now prepare yourself to
synchronize with my fire."
Feeling his stomach boil and flip in fury, Todoroki forced down the desire to
fall back into old patterns and derail the session into another bitter feud he
could never win. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he summoned his flames once
more just in time to shield himself from the sudden explosion of unnatural fire
behind him. The heat of Endeavor's Quirk was on a whole other level, and it
took all his self control and years of experiencing severe punishment to keep
from so much as leaning away from the inferno strong enough to affect the half
of him that was based in ice.
"Let our flames merge," Endeavour instructed. "Feel them as if they were your
own, and rise to their temperature."
Todoroki tried. He stretched back his flames, almost able to feel them like an
appendage as they were engulfed. Reaching into himself, he focused on the anger
and hurt as fuel for his fire. Long ago he had discovered that those emotions,
when mixed with his volatile determination to destroy his father's
expectations, made his control of ice go from impressive to devastating. If he
could get them to do the same for his fire... But instead of the intense surge
of power he expected, if anything, this side of his Quirk felt almost dampened.
What was going wrong? He was sure that he had summoned much stronger fire than
this even mere minutes ago.
Endeavor was also aware of the lack in strength. Irked, he spread his flames
around Shouto in an attempt to force a better reaction from the boy's
subconscious instincts- the less heat he generates himself, the more
uncomfortable and dangerous the fire around him would be. But another minute
passed without change, and the irritation in him boiled over.
"What are you doing, Shouto?! he snapped. "Are you even trying?! Concentrate!
The strength of your fire is a reflection of the strength of your spirit! A
weak heart has no business being a Hero!"
Todoroki could barely hear his father's lecture over the roar of blood and fire
in his ears. Each breath scorched his lungs and throat, his whole body searing
as sweat evaporated the moment it neared the surface of his skin, and the scar
on his face felt raw and shriveled as though it would crack like a dry crust.
When sharp pain reached him from his fingers and palms, he realized his body
was attempting to escape, the heat-resistant floor barely living up to its
name.
Endeavor watched his son curl in on himself before leaning forward on hands and
knees, as if there was anywhere to go. All the while, the pathetic shroud of
his own fire around him had almost died out completely, leaving him
increasingly vulnerable to the effects of Endeavor's flames. Furious now, the
elder Todoroki extinguished his Quirk and reached out to grab hold of his son's
ankle. "You dare to waste more of my time than your miserable life already
has?! Just what kind of game are you playing?!"
"I'm trying..." Todoroki choked past his parched throat. "I don't know why this
is happening!" He knew he had been able to burn hotter during his fights with
Midoriya and Stain, so why now..?
Endeavor scoffed. "It's because you've neglected it for so long! Like your
wretched mother to the very end, you fight me every step of the way until you
are capable of nothing else! Bearing so many worthless children that your
existence is practically a fluke, and still her influence hinders your
potential! You find ways to disappoint me even when at last you cooperate!"
Focusing on the creak of bones in his leg to keep from retorting, Todoroki
could feel a tremble start in his limbs. It had been a long time since he had
felt anything but numb, cold resolve towards an impending punishment, but it
had been even longer since he had actually tried to accomplish what his father
expected of him, and now an old, familiar dread was creeping through his veins.
Which would satisfy Endeavor's displeasure this time? A beating? Leaving him in
here for a day without food or water? Or more training designed to be so
difficult it was more humiliation and overworking than even his father's
regular brand of training?
Endeavor noticed his son's body quiver and paused for a moment to contemplate
the sight of the pale boy on his hands and knees, silent but for his continued
ragged gasps. "What am I going to do with you," he mused, almost under his
breath. He had gotten so used to his son's rebelliousness that he had almost
forgotten the heady rush that came with the evidence of his power over the boy.
Even so, whether it was with tears or stubborn silence, Shouto was notoriously
difficult to wring a desired reaction from, regardless of what punishment was
inflicted, although especially so in recent years. He stood still and silent
when beaten, and made no attempts to escape or plead for mercy when confined.
Only one thing elicited a satisfactory response these days...
Trepidation turned to terror when Todoroki felt another bruising grip clench
around his free leg before both were yanked back and apart, forcing him to
straddle his father's thick, bare thighs. A cry caught in his throat, and
before he could think better of it, he looked back over his shoulder. Endeavor
looked down at him with a burning gaze, but what those eyes saw was no longer
the tool with which he wanted to overtake his rival, but a tool of another kind
entirely. Todoroki knew that subtle difference in expression well, and a
sickening sensation flooded his veins as he turned back to face the blank wall.
Pleas clamored into his mouth, but he swallowed them back. They did nothing but
eat away at what pride he could still cling to during these times, and now
especially that he could only question his abilities, his resolve; he needed
that pride or risk losing himself all over again.
Endeavor took no notice of Shouto's inner battle as he slowly ran a hand up one
slender leg, taking in the sight of the darkening bruise left behind and
feeling a rush of possessive pride. This soft skin, the trembling muscles
beneath, all the potential contained in this small vessel, he had created it
all with his body, in his image. Up his spine to his neck, Endeavor gripped the
slender nape and pressed down until the boy's arms folded, leaving his cheek
and chest pressed against the floor while his lower half remained propped up
tensely on the man's lap. After taking a moment to relish how he could still
wrap his fingers all the way around that delicate column, Endeavor moved his
hand back down to cup the boy's backside.
Todoroki was fighting a losing battle as he struggled to contain the twitches
and tremors wracking his body as it struggled to convince him to run, to
protest, to do something against what he knew was coming. But there was no way
out of this room without his father's consent, and no one who could help him
even if there was. An embarrassingly pitiful sound escaped his throat when he
felt both his father's hands converge on him, large, calloused fingers
mercilessly gripping and prying at his sensitive skin. This... what was being
done to him by the man he had only ever known as his tormentor, had begun not
long after his mother was institutionalized. He was given a reprieve from
training while the burn healed, but once it had, a restlessness could be sensed
in the way his father treated him. When at last it culminated... Todoroki even
now could not fully acknowledge the truth of the situation, even to himself.
Part of him did not want to accept the reality that even someone as cruel as
this man was capable of such a thing, while another part decided he deserved
this more than anything else. This was neither the merciless Hero nor the
ambitious father, but the relentlessly selfish man who had driven his mother
mad.
Another whimper refused to be bitten back when one large finger pushed inside
him, dry and careless. Todoroki shut his eyes against the burning tears and
tried to hold still, lest his father find reason to beat him anyway. Pain
worked its way up his spine with every stroke of that finger which seemed
intent on forcing more and more sounds out of him. He grit his teeth until he
could feel them shifting from the force, but the effort did nothing to stifle
the frantic gasping of his lungs.
Todoroki felt his father's free hand leave his skin for a moment before it was
pressing two fingers against his mouth. A deep shudder ran through him as he
pried his own jaw open to let them in, working to summon as much saliva from
his dry mouth as he could, knowing it would be the only thing to ease the
inevitable pain. He was disgusted with himself for being so powerless as to let
this happen, to cooperate. Unbidden, a flash of his classmates'- of Midoriya's
impressed and even adoring gazes, those of friends and rivals alike, appeared
in the swirling darkness of his closed eyes, drawing a dry heave from his
stomach. If Midoriya, compassionate and forgiving though he was, could see him
now, like this… Todoroki turned to press his forehead into the hard floor as
Endeavor took back his wet fingers, immediately replacing the one already
inside him with the two. Todoroki groaned at the stretching of them, no longer
able to care about keeping quiet. It was stupid to even try to pretend that
there was any pride or dignity to be kept when his father was thrusting and
rubbing against places inside him that made his lower body start to tingle and
grow warm.
Endeavor intently watched Shouto struggle to keep from writhing, the sight of
which, combined with the sound of soft moans and the feel of the flesh around
his fingers tightening left him painfully hard already. Wrapping a hand around
himself to relieve some of the pressure, he pushed in a third finger
prematurely just to see what kind of noise would be forced out of his son's
throat. A pained wail did not disappoint, and Endeavor groaned, pumping himself
a few times as he grew that much harder.
It was proving to be a struggle, deciding whether to continue like this,
drawing out the anticipation and savoring the way he could keep the boy
hovering between pain and pleasure, or satisfy the growing ache to bury himself
in this small body up to the hilt and take his pleasure. Endeavor knew he ought
to be thinking about what is best for his son, what would help him learn that
mediocrety is unacceptable if Shouto really wanted to stay out of his father's
bed. He knew this, but it was getting harder and harder to think clearly when
tight flesh is trembling around his fingers as the sound of strangled wimpers
and stifled gasps fill his ears. As a test, Endeavor pressed his thumb against
the soft skin beneath Shouto's balls while simultaneously curling his fingers.
Todoroki was helpless as his whole body jerked and arched, a melting heat
spreading outward through the pain. Even he could hear the minor change in the
tone of his own voice, tinting it with some emotion still foreign to him.
Another wave of heat, this time from shame, felt as though it would make him
shrivel up and die. With nothing to cling to but his own arms, Todoroki buried
his face in the crook of his elbow and hoped Endeavor would not notice him
crying.
'Just a few more days,' he told himself as the fingers digging at his flesh
sent pulse after pulse of blood to his growing erection, a throbbing weight
that demanded attention. 'Withstand it a little longer…'
Too much. Shouto, probably unaware of his own actions, was rocking his hips
back into Endeavor's touch and it was immediately more than the man could
withstand without coming right then and there. Pulling his hand away, Endeavor
shifted forward onto his knees while gripping his son's hips to guide them
back. The hiss of nails clawing at the smooth floor in a subconscious attempt
at resistance only made him all the more eager to press himself against that
tight entrance, to push in, slowly but steadily.
Feeling as though all the air was being forced from his frozen lungs, Todoroki
welcomed the pain which distracted him from the more mortifying sensations. His
limbs locked up, and beneath him the puddle -tears? Sweat?- turned to frost as
his powers instinctively activated to cool his body down from the inhuman heat
invading him. When the hard shaft was at last fully inside after what felt like
an eon, Todoroki's body at last allowed him to breathe again in the precious
few moments he knew Endeavor would give him to adjust.
The Hero groaned, letting his head fall back as the pleasure of the tight,
quaking body around his cock made his mind swim. As ever, it took considerable
effort to keep himself from pounding in to the limits of his strength and
stamina. But his ambition once again proved stronger than his lust, and he
cleared his head with the reminder that this entire week would be for nothing
if he was too rough on this still too-fragile boy.
Looking back down, he took note that trying to not break the small body
servicing him while in this position was perhaps making things harder on
himself than it should be, so with another groan as he at last shifted while
buried to the hilt, Endeavor sat back down, moving his legs out in front of him
while pulling Shouto up to straddle his hips.
Todoroki gasped and cried out at the drastic change, even the smallest movement
feeling huge inside him, but with his father's hands still gripping his waist
with bruising strength, he could do nothing but writhe helplessly to find the
least painful angle. He wanted to look back over his shoulder again, to ask
what this unfamiliar position was for, but his own weight was sinking him down,
pushing Endeavor deeper inside and leaving him feeling impaled. Nothing but
inarticulate sounds would come out of him now, whether he wanted them to or
not, so he tried to relax and wait for whatever came next.
Loosening his hold on Shouto, Endeavor took a few steadying breaths before he
spoke. "Start moving."
It took a moment for the words to register through the haze of pain, but even
when they had, Todoroki was confused. Twisting as much as he dared, he hoped
his expression would ask the question his mind could not yet properly form the
words for.
Only mildly amused by the flushed, dazed face of his son, Endeavor lifted him
several inches before letting go. Shouto cried out again as he slid down, back
arching and thighs clenching. It was a pleasing sight, so Endeavor ran his
finger down the boy's stiff spine indulgently, feeling the shudder that
traveled with it. "You came to me, didn't you?" His voice was a soft murmur,
one that would sound almost tender to anyone who did not know him. "You came to
learn even though you've made yourself so weak. Don't you think you owe me at
least this much cooperation to compensate for that setback?"
Breathing raggedly, Todoroki tried to pull himself together. Apparently there
was not enough humilation already involved? He wanted so badly to say something
that might just have a chance at slapping his father in the face with his own
perversion, but he knew that if his situation was already this bad and getting
worse, making it back to school without any telling marks would be impossible
if he tried the man's patience even slightly more.
Todoroki carefully shifted to brace his legs under him, then cautiously reached
out to place his hands on the tops of Endeavor's thighs for further stability
before slowly pushing himself upwards. The slow slide of the cock inside him
had Todoroki biting his lip hard as he felt his own body's tightness. His limbs
trembled, the urge to keep lifting until he was free, until he could run, lit
up again, but before it could take hold in his mind he relinquished himself to
gravity, taking every burning inch back inside. Then he started again.
"Faster," Endeavor muttered, flexing his hands on the boy's hips in warning.
Skin slick with sweat, Todoroki wordlessly obeyed to the best of his ability.
Though his muscles protested the exertion while wrenching pain continued
shooting up his back, the slide of his flesh over his father's became smoother
with each passing, and after shifting a little to gain more leverage and
feeling Endeavor's cock twitch in response, he found a rhythm of rolling his
hips while the man was settled deep inside.
Doing it like this, all himself… The moment he was able to think past the
effort, shame came rushing back, threatening to drown him in it. It was one
thing to have this done to him, but to play the part of such a willing
participant… Yes, he thought, heart sinking. He had come to this man, knowing
what he was capable of, hoping like a fool that he could glimpse the Hero the
world adored rather than the bastard who made him an object. After hearing the
story behind Stain, it had occured to him that it was perhaps not so unusual
for someone to have two opposing sides to their personality. It was a
frightening notion.
The movement of his father's thumbs, rubbing slowly back and forth across the
back of his hips, pulled Todoroki back to the present with a deep shiver. It
was almost soothing, that carress, although he knew if anything it was meant as
encouragement. Shaking off the childish instinct to feel happy at the gentle
touch, Todoroki moved faster, knowing he could only keep this up for so long.
The wet friction inside him was causing a return of the melting, tingling
sensation from before, and as the pain receded even slightly, his own cock
began to stiffen once more. He shook his head as if to clear it, trying to
focus again on something that would snuff out the pleasure, -Midorya's face,
his voice, calling Todoroki's name- when suddenly the cock inside him pressed
into the spot Endeavor had tormented him with earlier, and a fire that had
nothing to do with Quirks suddenly ignited under his skin. All ability to think
flew from his mind, and his body felt suddenly lighter with renewed energy,
frantic to hold onto that surge of pleasure.
Todoroki's head fell back onto his shoulders, his entire body vibrating as
sensation rocketed through his overstimulated nervous system. He had never felt
like this before, never known it was possible, but it took him away from this
room, from the man beneath him, even from himself, and he chased it, grinding
down repeatedly with complete abandon. He could feel his inner muscles
tightening of their own accord, making the large weight of Endeavor's cock seem
even bigger, but now the pain felt sweet, pushing him all the harder towards
something, and as he pressed himself down one last time, taking it as deep as
it would go, his hand fumbled for his own throbbing cock, pumping it once
before the coil of pleasure wound so tightly inside him suddenly unfurled with
a violent rush of sensation through every atom of his being.
Endeavor watched his son, having apparently lost all inhibitions, fuck himself
with enthusiasm before coming into his own hand. It would have been amusing
were it not so arousing, and combined with his impassioned cries, the way his
body clenched like a vice, Endeavor let out a long, slow exhale as he released,
finally letting his hips jerk up a few times just to drag more gasps and
whimpers out of the boy still in the throes of orgasm. As his body began to
relax, more sated than he could remember being in a very long while, Endeavor
guided Shouto off of him, laying him on the floor before he could collapse.
Todoroki slowly returned to himself, the wild, ringing rush of blood in his
ears fading as every muscle in his body hummed with the aftermath. Dazed, he
looked down at his hand and the thick, white fluid splashed across it. His mind
was still blank, numb as if in shock as it tried to process the many
conflicting emotions and sensations circling his head, just waiting for an
opportunity to drag him back into turmoil.
The sound of the door opening made him consider trying to get up, or at least
look over his shoulder, but the will to do anything other than breathe was
beyond him.
Endeavor glanced back at his son who lay like a discarded doll, and considered
his options. Shouto had performed well, but whether or not the punishment would
have the appropriate impact remained to be seen.
"Keep practicing with your fire," he decided upon. "I'll let you out in three
hours, but I expect to see some improvement by then." Without bothering to wait
for an answer, he stepped from the room and closed it up behind him before
heading to the bath.
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