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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/Tetsutetsu_Tetsutetsu
  Character:
      Tetsutetsu_Tetsutetsu, Kaminari_Denki, Kirishima_Eijirou, Bakugou
      Katsuki, Kendou_Itsuka, Iida_Tenya, Awase_Yousetsu
  Additional Tags:
      Library_Sex, Public_Blow_Jobs, Public_Sex, Humiliation, Exhibitionism,
      Getting_Together, Pre-Relationship, Kaminari_Denki_is_a_Dork, Minor
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Kirishima_Eijirou, Minor_Iida_Tenya/Kendou_Itsuka,
      Oblivious_Iida_Tenya, Hand_Jobs, Finger_Sucking, Blood, Mild_Blood, Anal
      Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-01 Completed: 2018-03-28 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 13247
****** Insert Chemistry Pun Here ******
by MissPlacemat
Summary
     “Do you have a straw?”
     Tetsutetsu blinked again. “A straw,” he said flatly, clearly at a
     loss.
     “I don’t think the readings are working, so I probably just have to
     suck the information right out of your head. Right?”
     With that, Tetsutetsu snorted. He kept chuckling as he replied, “No,
     I don’t have a straw.”
     Denki pursed his lips a little in an exaggerated pout. “Damn,” he
     said, lacing his voice with humor as he continued, “Guess I’ve gotta
     suck it out through your dick instead.”
     -
     In which a study session takes a sexy turn.
Notes
     This goes out to Beth, who is the TetsuKami smut headcanon machine I
     never knew I needed. It's a little late for her birthday and not
     really what I'd promised, but she says she's enjoyed it so far - and
     there's absolutely more to come ;)
     I'm not writing for the kink meme for once!!! This was actually
     inspired by a translation I saw of the KiriBaku study date in the
     second light novel. It was gonna be those boys, but..... Beth
     happened, lmao.
     I hope y'all like it!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
“This is too fucking much,” Denki muttered, finally caving and sinking forward
to rest his head on his chemistry textbook. “It’s too much. I’m done. I’m just
gonna accept my fate and be stupid forever.”
He didn’t get a reaction for a moment. Then he heard a “hm?” come from the boy
sitting across from him, and he let his eyes meander upward to where Tetsutetsu
Tetsutetsu was pushed back from the table with one ankle crossed over his knee,
eyes still trained on the page in front of him.
And you know something? It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.
Because when Kirishima had told him Tetsutetsu was struggling in English Lit -
the one class Denki was kinda decent in - and good with chemistry, when Denki
had agreed to meet Big Buff Man of Steel in the library to help each other out,
he hadn’t expected the guy to show up in a muscle tee with a v-neck deep enough
to show the swell of his verymanly chest.
And Denki wasn’t new to this, he wasn’t new to seeing his classmates in
revealing clothes; he was in class with Yaoyorozu and Kirishima, for fuck’s
sake. But this?
This was just playing dirty.
Every time Tetsutetsu stood behind him to look at his work, every time he
leaned across the table to show him a passage he was having trouble with, every
time he stretched his arms upward and groaned, Denki wanted to shock himself or
throw something or maybe, maybe just bury his face in those glorious pecs. And
his voice - when he wasn’t screeching at Bakugou or enthusing with Kirishima
about what-the-fuck-ever it was those two actually talked about, when he was
just trying to keep it quiet and help Denki understand what the fuck moles
were, it was just so deep and gravelly and -
And Denki had just about had it.
“Tetsutetsu,” he muttered, and got another soft “hm?” in response as Tetsutetsu
finally looked up at him, his long, strange golden lashes fluttering as he
blinked. Denki swallowed down his nerves.
“Do you have a straw?”
Tetsutetsu blinked again. “A straw,” he said flatly, clearly at a loss.
“I don’t think the readings are working, so I probably just have to suck the
information right out of your head. Right?”
 With that, Tetsutetsu snorted. He kept chuckling as he replied, “No, I don’t
have a straw.”
Denki pursed his lips a little in an exaggerated pout. “Damn,” he said, lacing
his voice with humor as he continued, “Guess I’ve gotta suck it out through
your dick instead.”
Tetsutetsu choked on his laughter.
There was a long moment where neither of them said anything, Denki looking at
Tetsutetsu while Tetsutetsu just stared at the floor with eyes round as
saucers, and Denki was about to laugh it off and call it a joke when
Tetsutetsu’s eyes met his.
“Is that how you normally seduce people?” he asked, his shoulders shaking. It
took Denki a second to realize it was with laughter.
Instead of speaking, Denki let his lips curl into a shit-eating grin. He winked
and blew Tetsutetsu a kiss as he snickered.
“Well,” Tetsutetsu stammered out through his mirth, “I suppose it doesn’t hurt
to try, huh?”
“Great,” Denki said, and scooted out of his chair, dropping to his knees to
crawl under the table and toward Tetsutetsu’s body.
“Wha- Kaminari, what’re -” Tetsutetsu stuttered, watching and uncrossing his
legs as Denki arrived at his knees. “You mean, here?Now?”
Denki pursed his lips and looked around. “I mean,” he reasoned, “We’re in a
pretty quiet area. There’s no windows nearby and nobody’s walked past the
entire time we’ve been here. I don’t see why not.”
“I - we - we’re in public,” Tetsutetsu protested weakly, redness inching over
his cheeks.
Now, thiswas something Denki had never seen before. He fought the urge to smile
with amusement.
“We don’t hafta if you don’t want,” Denki said, falling back on his knees,
giving Tetsutetsu some space. “We can, like, finish up here and go back to
mine. Or we could get food or something and do it later.”
He watched one of Tetsutetsu’s fingers tap on his knee as he waited for an
answer. Finally, he heard a sigh and looked up, feeling his heart sink as he
saw Tetsutetsu shake his head. He began to pull away, but one of Tetsutetsu’s
hands reached forward and stopped him, coming to rest on his shoulder.
“C’mere, you,” Tetsutetsu grumbled, pulling Denki forward, and before he knew
what was happening, Tetsutetsu was kissing him.
“When Kirishima said you were shameless, I never thought he meant it like
this,” Tetsutetsu muttered into Denki’s lips, and Denki’s heart soared back up
into the atmosphere.
“Does that mean -”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tetsutetsu grunted, pushing Denki backward and downward. “Do your
thing, you menace.”
Denki pumped a fist in the air and Tetsutetsu snorted again. “Great. Great, I
love this. Okay. Um.” He glanced behind him. “Do you wanna scoot your chair
forward, so your junk is under the table? You could pretend I’m, like, in the
bathroom or something if someone comes by.”
Tetsutetsu gave him a skeptical look. “You really don’t think people would be
able to tell?”
“Well, maybe, maybe not. Listen, I’m just a simple dumbass, but wouldn’t it be
better to at least give the pretense of caring?”
“You’re the one jumping on my dick in a library, Kaminari.”
Denki held up his finger guns. “Touche. But seriously, come on. Scoot.”
“Yeah, yeah, hold on,” Tetsutetsu replied, nudging his chair forward as Denki
backed himself up so that he was under the table.
Once they were in position, Tetsutetsu spread his legs and Denki came forward
to kneel between them, inhaling sharply when he let a palm glance over
Tetsutetsu’s clothed thigh.
“Are you using your quirk right now?” Denki muttered, smoothing his hand over
the hard slope of Tetsutetsu’s leg, hearing his breath hitch as he reached
higher, bringing his palm inward as he went, teasing the inside of his upper
thigh.
“No,” Tetsutetsu said, his voice a little muffled between Denki’s position
under the table and his attempts to keep it quiet. “Why?”
“Oh, no reason,” Denki said, feeling his dick jump in his pants when he finally
let his gaze fall on the bulge in Tetsutetsu’s sweats. “Just thinking about how
you could crush my head between your thighs like a sparrow's egg. Nothing
important, really.”
He heard Tetsutetsu snort again. “Stop talking,” he said lowly, and Denki
finally slid his palm over his bulge, listening for the hiss of his breath.
“I’m gonna - fuck - You’re making me look like a crazy person, laughing alone
at this table.”
“Read your book,” Denki suggested, fisting his hand around where he guessed
Tetsutetsu’s dick was and giving it a few experimental jerks.
“Y-yeah, there’s a lot to laugh about in The Great Gatsby.”
Tetsutetsu wasn’t fully hard yet, so Denki didn’t worry too much about getting
his clothes off - he wanted to limit the time when his dick was fully exposed
as much as possible, so they might have at least some plausible deniability if
someone stumbled in on them. He kept moving his hand as he kissed the inside of
Tetsutetsu’s thigh, then moved down to where he estimated his balls to be. He
lifted his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Tetsutetsu’s
dick, hearing his study partner growl in frustration.
“C’mon,” Tetsutetsu muttered, “Get on with it, Kaminari.”
“Hmm,” Denki replied, ponderingly, then squeezed his hand a little bit, feeling
Tetsutetsu’s thighs twitch on either side of him. “Nah.”
“Please.”
There was an edge of something unfamiliar in Tetsutetsu’s voice now.
Interesting.
“Fine,” Denki conceded, and reached up for the waistband of Tetsutetsu’s
sweats. “Can you, like - yeah, like that.” Tetsutetsu lifted his hips
obediently, letting Denki slide his grey sweatpants down so that he had access
to his steely blue underwear.
The outline of Tetsutetsu’s dick was clearer now, putting an obvious tent in
the fabric, and Denki licked his lips in anticipation. He kissed the wet patch
forming at the head and Tetsutetsu groaned, shifting his hips a little as Denki
lapped at the soft fabric there, feeling it drag against his tongue.
One of Tetsutetsu’s hands fisted in the bunched-up fabric of his sweats,
sitting halfway down his thighs, and the other blindly groped for Denki’s face,
gently cupping his cheek and caressing it with his thumb. “Kaminari,” he said,
and Denki hummed, mouthing down the side of Tetsutetsu’s dick. “Kaminari,” he
repeated, a little more urgently, and Denki froze.
“Someone coming?” he said quietly, wanting to crawl out and look but painfully
aware that if he timed it badly, he would just get them in trouble.
“Oh, uh,” Tetsutetsu’s hand continued to worry at his sweats. “No.”
Denki waited for an explanation, but got none. He kinda wished he could see
Tetsutetsu’s face right now. “Okay?” he prompted.
He heard a deep inhale and exhale drawn out above him. Finally, quietly, all in
one breath, Tetsutetsu blurted, “I think you’re really cute and I kinda like
you?”
Oh.
Denki stared at the outline of Tetsutetsu’s dick, at his hand still cupping the
base. He looked at the dark stains where Tetsutetsu’s precum and his own saliva
wetted the fabric of his underwear.
“Well, this was poor timing,” he said.
There was a moment of silence. Then, very, very quietly, he heard Tetsutetsu
say, “Fuck.”
And then, in the same moment, in a rush of breath, they both said “Sorry.”
“That was - I was - fuck, man,” said Denki, at the same time as Tetsutetsu
rambled, “I should’ve waited, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve -”
“Hey,” Denki cut him off. He carefully, quietly, shifted his hand to sit on top
of Tetsutetsu’s, wishing again that he could see his face. He gently rubbed
circles into his skin instead. “I mean, I’ve never thought about this, really,
with you, until now, but - but I wouldn’t be against it? We can talk it through
now, if you want, or later?” He winced at his own wording, conscious that he
wasn’t the bestat this, but continued, “What do you think?”
And he was trying to think, trying to come up with the best words, asking
himself what would Kirishima like to hear in this situation but then thinking
but Tetsutetsu’s not Kirishima he’s a whole different person and ultimately at
a loss until he felt Tetsutetsu’s hand shift under his and flip over, giving
his hand a squeeze.
“Keep going,” he heard him say.
He wanted to ask if he was sure, but his voice sounded pretty firm. In the end,
he just nodded slightly and muttered, “Cool,” before taking his hand back and
pulling Tetsutetsu’s sweats further down his thighs, making it easier to slot
himself between them, and finally peeling back his underwear.
His cock had softened a little while they’d spoken, but it was still big. Denki
swallowed thickly, giving himself a moment to take it in, and faintly wondered
if he’d really be able to do much with it - especially considering how he’d
never done this before, never even practiced.
He distracted himself a little by lightly running a finger over Tetsutetsu’s
happy trail, raising his eyebrows as he took it lower, passing over his pubic
hair. “Huh,” he commented, flattening his hand and threading his fingers
through it, “It feels normal. I don’t know why I figured it’d be like steel
wool or something.”
He felt some of the tension leave Tetsutetsu’s body as he chuckled. “Yeah, I
don’t think that’d be very comfortable.”
“Yeah, probably not,” Denki snickered. He took the opportunity to slide his
hand down to grip Tetsutetsu’s dick at the base, hearing his breath hitch when
it made contact. He rested his chin on Tetsutetsu’s thigh and watched his cock
fill in as he pumped his hand.
He let himself wonder, for a split second, what that’d feel like if he were
putting it in a differentorifice.
And then he couldn’t take it, not for one more second, so he bent forward for a
taste, running the tip of his tongue up the side, marveling at the velvety feel
of his foreskin against his lips. It tasted… like skin. A little salty, a
little musky, but - overall, not particularly remarkable.
Then he reached the head, observing the smear of precum there before flattening
his tongue against the bottom and dragging it up to the slit, and he could
barely register the bitter taste in his mouth over the strained gasp he heard
from above him as Tetsutetsu’s hand flew to the back of his head, winding his
fingers through Denki’s hair and tugging.
Denki withdrew his tongue, then, pressing a sweet little kiss to the tip of
Tetsutetsu’s dick before asking, only half teasingly, “You good, bro?”
“I’m good, I’m good,” Tetsutetsu growled, fisting his hand in Denki’s hair just
a little bit harder and somehow, somehow that made Denki jolt a little, heat
surging downward even more than it had been before. “Keep going.”
“If you say so,” Denki snickered, smiling against Tetsutetsu’s skin. He spread
his lips, then, and took his tip into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Tetsutetsu hissed, and Denki almost kicked his legs in glee. Now those
were some damn good noises - he definitely had to file those away for later. He
actually sucked, then, hollowing his cheeks around Tetsutetsu’s head, and he
heard another, harsher “fuck”escape his partner.
He curled his tongue against the underside of Tetsutetsu’s cock, drawing it up,
and then sank down, careful not to take too much. He’d have to do some
experiments with his gag reflex before he was willing to go that far in public,
but damn if he wouldn’t let that stop him from giving this his best shot.
He pulled back a little, then sank again, beginning to bob his head in earnest,
and he could hear Tetsutetsu panting, finding it harder to be concerned with
keeping the noise level down with every strangled whimper he heard from
Tetsutetsu’s throat.
Denki felt Tetsutetsu’s thighs squeezing his shoulders a little, now, and
pulled his mouth off his dick to draw his tongue up the underside.
“Kaminari,” Tetsutetsu warned. His hand clenched in Denki’s hair.
“Gotcha,” Denki replied, “I’ll swallow, no worries.”
But his words were almost meaningless when he could barely get his mouth around
Tetsutetsu’s dick before he was coming into it. He could feel ribbons of it
surging over his tongue, into his throat - and it was so much, almost too much
for him to keep his mouth closed over. He swallowed as best as he could, nearly
overcome with the force of it and of Tetsutetsu’s hand in his hair.
He waited there for a moment, listening as Tetsutetsu’s breath returned to
normal. Finally, his study partner murmured, “I’m good,” and he pulled away,
reaching up to tug his underwear back over his junk and about to do the same
for his sweats when Tetsutetsu said, “I’ll do it, just - I think someone’s -”
And Tetsutetsu’s sweats were barely back on by the time Denki heard a familiar
voice calling, “Tetsu! Fancy seeing you here, dude!”
Denki rolled his eyes. As much as he loved Kirishima, he was not wild about
this timing.
Well, he’d had Tetsutetsu all to himself for long enough, he supposed. They
could talk through that whole “feelings” thing later.
“Hell yeah, bro! Hit me, man!” Tetsutetsu greeted him, and Denki caught the
tail end of the two knocking their hardened fists together as he emerged from
under the table. Bakugou was trailing after his boyfriend, his eyes trained on
his phone screen disinterestedly and his hand clasped in one of Kirishima’s.
“Guess we’re never gonna find that eraser, Tetsutetsu,” Denki sighed in mock
defeat as he settled himself back in his seat.
“‘S cool, they’re -” Tetsutetsu went to reply, his voice choking off as he made
eye contact with Denki across the table. When Denki raised an eyebrow, he
mumbled, “Th-they’re pretty, uh - they’re ch-cheap anyways.”
Tetsutetsu’s face had gone red. Denki frowned, wondering why he’d frozen like
this, and turned to Kirishima, whose wide red eyes were pinned to him. “Hey,
man,” he said, as casually as he could manage, wondering what the hell was
going on.
Kirishima blinked once, twice, then drew out the word “Hey” as slowly as if he
was backing an elephant out of a horse stable. He then gave Tetsutetsu a
pointed look and gently grasped Bakugou’s elbow. “We’d better not distract
these two,” he muttered, and Bakugou finally looked up, his gaze settling on
Denki’s face.
After a moment, his eyes widened. “Drooly, is that fucking -” he began, but
suddenly Kirishima was forcibly dragging him away, loudly saying something
about having seen an open table back the way they’d come.
Denki turned to Tetsutetsu, who seemed to be trying very, very hard to
disappear into his chair.
“Something on my face?” he asked, and Tetsutetsu covered his eyes and moaned.
“Yes,” he said, finally, indicating a spot beneath his own mouth.
Denki brought his hand up and ran a thumb over the skin under his lip, feeling
his heart skip a beat when it dragged through something warm and sticky. He
pulled his hand away to look and yes, that was definitely, undeniably come.
“Oh,” he said, his brain feeling for a second as if he’d discharged his entire
store of electricity for today, tomorrow, and the entire rest of the week. “Oh,
shit.”
He looked up at Tetsutetsu, who had one hand covering his mouth now.
His eyes looked… dark.
Denki swallowed. “Doing alright, there?” he tried, wondering if this was how he
was gonna die.
“That’s, uh,” Tetsutetsu mumbled, casting his eyes away. “I know this isn’t the
best timing, but…”
“You told me you liked me in the middle of me giving you a blowjob, I can take
it,” Denki joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit. Tetsutetsu snorted,
finally bringing his hand away from his face.
He was grinning.
“Seeing you talk to someone with my come on your face was actually kinda hot,”
he breathed, his eyes meeting Denki’s.
Denki felt a shiver pass through him. He looked down at his thumb, still coated
with Tetsutetsu’s jism, and looked up at him as he brought it to his mouth and
licked it clean.
There was a bit of a silvery tinge to Tetsutetsu’s skin now. He could almost
feel his eyes as they skated over his shoulders and down his chest.
“You got something for me to take care of, too?” Tetsutetsu asked him, and he
grinned.
This was going to be fun.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     “But anyway, no, you don’t have to worry about Kirishima. I mean, he
     was the one who set this whole thing up - I couldn’t have done it
     without him.”
     “Hm,” Denki hummed, feeling a little bashful under all the affection
     Tetsutetsu was showing him. He decided to turn the conversation to
     something he felt a little more comfortable discussing. He slid his
     palms down to brush over Tetsutetsu’s chest, waggling his eyebrows
     suggestively. “Did Kirishima tell you to put your beautiful boobies
     on full display for me, too?”
     “My -” Tetsutetsu glanced down at where Denki’s hands were massaging
     his pecs and laughed a little. “Uh, no, th-that was my idea.”
Chapter Notes
     Hello hello!!!! This took a lot longer to write than I thought it
     would because of flighty muses and wrist problems, but at long last -
     more of these idiots getting nasty in a library. I love them. <3
     I got a lot of the ideas in this chapter from some dear friends of
     mine - it was a lot of fun exchanging ideas and I can only hope I
     delivered on them adequately.
     TetsuKami week is coming up fast and I really wanted to participate
     the whole way through, but with wrist problems and zine deadlines
     approaching fast I don't know if that's gonna happen :( Well, I'll
     try to at least do one little illustrated oneshot!!!! It's the least
     I can do, right? It'll be weird writing gen after all this, lmao.
     It's been a few years since I did that ^^;
     Finally, hi, Beth!!! Part two of your gift is here!!! I hope you like
     it ;)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Tetsutetsu pushed his chair back from the table again and Denki wondered at the
action until he beckoned him over, telling him in a low voice, “Still got some
stuff on your face.”
Denki glanced to the side, making sure Kirishima and Bakugou were out of sight
and obeyed, standing from his chair and rounding the corner of the table to
stand in front of Tetsutetsu. Tetsutetsu grinned then, showing off his pearly,
sharklike teeth as he glanced down, where Denki’s jeans were barely concealing
his stiffy, and back up, his gaze lingering on a spot just below Denki’s lip.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he rumbled, and Denki felt his heart skip a beat.
“Okay,” he said, feeling uncharacteristically shy as he let Tetsutetsu take his
hand, guiding him forward. Tetsutetsu’s other hand landed on the back of his
thigh, coaxing him into lifting it, pulling him into his lap. It didn’t work
perfectly,  especially considering the narrow school-provided chair, but they
shifted around a bit until Denki was somewhat comfortably straddling
Tetsutetsu’s thighs. Tetsutetsu seemed to hesitate, then -
“Can I, uh -” Tetsutetsu erred, and Denki suppressed a grin. Tetsutetsu had had
a fair amount of bravado, sure, but he was just as inexperienced as Denki was -
maybe moreso. It was a comforting thought, in a way. “Can I please kiss you?”
“You did it earlier, didn’t you?” Denki prompted him, giving him his best
snarky smile. “What’s got you all hung up now?”
That made Tetsutetsu pout a little, and damn, Denki hadn’t expected to find
that so cute. “It never hurts to check,” he muttered, and before Denki could
respond he pressed forward, drawing his tongue over the skin somewhere between
Denki’s chin and lower lip. He fell back then, wrinkling his nose as he
swallowed down the last of his own cum. “Oh, wow, so that’s what that tastes
like.”
Denki snorted. “What, you’ve never tried yours before?”
“Is that a thing people  do?”
“I mean, I sure have. I kinda assumed everybody tried it at some point, right?
Just to see?”
Tetsutetsu fixed him with a skeptical look. “Are you  positive  that’s not just
another  you  thing?”
Denki pursed his lips and squinted his eyes, trying to recall if he’d ever had
a conversation about this before. “Well, now you’ve got me questioning myself,
damn.”
“We could ask Kirishima, maybe.”
At that, Denki raised a teasing eyebrow. “Kirishima, huh? Should I be jealous?”
“Ugh,”  Tetsutetsu replied, rolling his eyes, “No. As if I’d wanna fuck my
doppelganger.”
“You’re not his doppelganger.”
Tetsutetsu blinked up at him, then. He leaned forward and kissed him softly,
taking Denki by surprise. “That’s what I like about you,” he murmured, “I don’t
know if it’s because you know him so well, but you’re not like the rest of 1-A,
acting like I’m just the discount version of him. You always saw me as a
different person.”
“That’s  what you like about me?” Denki asked him, drawing back.
“Poor wording. I guess it’s what drew my attention? But I like a lot of things
about you.” Tetsutetsu grinned at him, and for a second it blew Denki’s mind
that anybody would compare  that  smile to Kirishima’s. “But anyway, no, you
don’t have to worry about Kirishima. I mean, he was the one who set this whole
thing up - I couldn’t have done it without him.”
“Hm,” Denki hummed, feeling a little bashful under all the affection Tetsutetsu
was showing him. He decided to turn the conversation to something he felt a
little more comfortable discussing. He slid his palms down to brush over
Tetsutetsu’s chest, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Did Kirishima tell you
to put your beautiful boobies on full display for me, too?”
“My -” Tetsutetsu glanced down at where Denki’s hands were massaging his pecs
and laughed a little. “Uh, no, th-that was my idea.”
Denki squeezed those bulging muscles, then, listening as Tetsutetsu grunted a
little in response. “Nice,” he murmured, touching his forehead to Tetsutetsu’s
for a brief moment before he kissed him again, slotting their lips together in
a warm press.
Tetsutetsu’s lips were… well, they were a little alien. They were hot and soft
against Denki’s, softer than he’d expected them to be for sure, but when he let
his tongue slip out to dart over Denki’s mouth even that soft pressure felt
overbearing and all-consuming.
So, naturally, Denki sought to relieve some of that pressure by letting his own
lips part, leaving one of his hands on Tetsutetsu’s chest while the other
drifted up, up over his neck, settling on the side of his head, just behind his
ear. His whole field of sensation was so overwhelmed by Tetsutetsu’s presence,
so completely enveloped, that for a split second he found himself forgetting
that they were in their school library.
But then he  did  remember, and he shuddered at the thought, thinking to
himself how  conspicuous  they were here, how if anyone rounded the nearest
corner or peeked through the stacks they’d be seen. Tetsutetsu seemed to pick
up on this and pulled away, and Denki could feel chilled air hitting the
wetness on his lips as he met Tetsutetsu’s heated gaze.
And then Denki heard himself make a frankly embarrassing noise when
Tetsutetsu’s hand made contact with his groin.
“Holy shit,” he hissed urgently, and Tetsutetsu snickered.
“Wanna find somewhere we can take care of this?” Tetsutetsu suggested, leaning
in, letting his hot breath gust over his cheek, and Denki swallowed thickly.
“Hell yeah,” he said.
And then he yelped as Tetsutetsu hooked both hands under his thighs and stood
up like it was  nothing.
“Oh my god,” he breathed giddily, beaming from ear to ear and letting his legs
wrap around Tetsutetsu’s waist. “This can’t be legal.”
“I mean,” Tetsutetsu mused, starting to walk and  oh hell yes  it created the
most  wonderful  friction on Denki’s dick, feeling the gentle jostling of
Tetsutetsu moving his body and holding Denki tightly against him. “Technically,
we’ve already done something pretty illegal today. And I can only assume we’re
gonna do more.”
“Oh my god, shut up, you’re ruining it,” Denki moaned, not really paying
attention to where Tetsutetsu was taking him until he felt his back meet the
wall. He looked up to see that Tetsutetsu had brought him to a space far in the
back of the library, between two shelves, with no windows in sight.
“Playing it safe, huh?” Denki teased, and Tetsutetsu rolled his eyes.
“I’m still about to get you off in a library,” he reminded him, kissing his jaw
lightly. “Now get ready, I’m gonna put you down.”
But Denki just tightened his legs around Tetsutetsu’s waist, wrapping his arms
more firmly around Tetsutetsu’s neck. He heard his partner groan exasperatedly.
“Kaminari. I can’t do anything to you like this.”
“You could try,” Denki giggled, kicking his legs excitedly, just to be a little
shit. “Or, well, I guess you couldn’t really blow me like this, huh,” he added,
reconsidering.
“I mean,” Tetsutetsu erred, coughing a little awkwardly. “I really shouldn’t
blow you anyway, probably. Like, for safety reasons.”
“You didn’t seem so concerned about that when I was blowing you without a
condom earlier.”
“No, not - er, well, I guess we  should  be more concerned about that, huh.”
“I mean, I’ve never done this with anyone else. Have you?”
“No.”
“Then we’re good! Probably.”
“I don’t - that’s not - okay,” Tetsutetsu stammered, releasing a sigh. “But,
no, that’s not my point. It’s my teeth.”
“What? Bro, I’ve felt Kirishima’s teeth before, they’re not that sharp.”
“Mine’re sharper.”
“Really?”  Denki gasped, “Wait, wait, can I feel?”
“Okay, but - you have to understand, they’re legitimately like shark’s teeth.
You have to be  very  careful. Like, don’t push down on them or anything, just
very, very light touch, okay?” His eyebrows knitted together in a look of clear
concern.
“Yeah, yeah, I gotcha, don’t worry,” Denki said in a rush, bringing one hand
around to the front of Tetsutetsu’s face, lingering on his chin. “C’mon, open
up, I wanna see.”
Tetsutetsu parted his lips obediently, not opening his jaw just yet, but it was
enough. Denki skirted his index finger over the outer edge of one of his
impressive canines, his breath catching when he felt tiny, near-invisible
serrations there. “Holy shit, so,” he stammered, knowing his expression
probably made him look like an idiot and not caring, “Like, they’re actually
like a shark? Like, uh - like these are  knives  in your mouth?”
“Shhh-orta,” Tetsutetsu replied, his words distorted by Denki’s fingers in his
mouth. Denki, of course, used the brief opening to push his fingers deeper,
carefully arching them over the points of his lower incisors to press into the
soft wetness of his tongue.
And then Tetsutetsu  moaned,  closing his lips around Denki’s digits, and
Denki’s legs couldn’t keep him locked around Tetsutetsu anymore, his right
descending quickly downward and his left following not long after. Tetsutetsu
bent his shoulders forward to let Denki’s toes touch the ground as he continued
sucking, his heavy-lidded eyes meeting Denki’s own.
One of Tetsutetsu’s hands left Denki’s waist, then, as his weight finally
situated itself fully on his own legs, and he snaked it up to grasp Denki’s
wrist and slowly pull his fingers from his mouth. Denki swallowed down a gasp
at that, instead watching the slick sheen of Tetsutetsu’s saliva on his index
and middle finger.
Tetsutetsu kissed his cheek, then blew, and Denki shivered when he felt his
warm breath ignite the wet spot on his skin. Then they kissed again, mouth to
mouth, and Denki didn’t hesitate to lightly run his tongue across the tips of
Tetsutetsu’s teeth, reveling in the feeling of danger. Tetsutetsu grunted,
sounding concerned, but when he pulled back it was only to say, “‘M gonna get
you off, okay?”
“Oh, that’s more than okay, baby,” Denki mumbled, edging his thighs apart, all
too eager to feel Tetsutetsu’s hands between them. And those hands were so
big,  sliding from Denki’s hips to his stomach to his groin, and they pressed
so firmly against him -
“No fucking fair,” he whimpered, holding fast to Tetsutetsu’s shoulders for
dear life and dear  god  the way his muscles rippled under his hands was  so
fucking much.  “Who said you get to be this big and strong and handsome,
buttface?”
“You think I’m handsome?” Tetsutetsu asked, grinding the heel of his palm
against Denki’s hot, hot heat, and Denki scowled because he was finally
beginning to understand why people got pissed about him teasing them so much.
“No  duh,”  he choked out, and he lifted one leg to drape it around
Tetsutetsu’s, trying to angle himself to get more pressure on his dick. “You’re
hot as hell, dude.”
He felt eyes on him and looked at Tetsutetsu, seeing his cheeks growing red and
teeth catching on his lip. “What’s your deal?” he asked, feeling restless,
starting to want  very  desperately to get off.
“My crush called me handsome. That’s… always nice.”
Denki huffed impatiently, “Yeah, well, you’re not gonna get to come back to
your crush’s room with him after this if you don’t  get a move on  and that
sounds a lot less nice.”
“I get to come back to your room after this?” Tetsutetsu pried, his hands
fumbling eagerly with Denki’s fly.
“Sure do, you big puppy,” Denki snorted, feeling a little thrum in his chest at
the look of excitement on Tetsutetsu’s face. He might not have been sure what
exactly his feelings were for the guy, but it was hard to ignore how cute he
was with that giddy expression. He smoothed one palm over Tetsutetsu’s neck and
threaded his fingers through his hair as Tetsutetsu  finally  got his dick out
of his pants.
He looked down just as Tetsutetsu gave the first jerk of his wrist, letting out
an “oh, shit” at the sight of Tetsutetsu’s forearm muscles flexing with the
motion. “Ugh,” he grunted, “I swear you’ve got more muscles in your  ears  than
I do in my whole body.”
“‘S that a bad thing?”
“No, it’s - it’s hot as fuck,” Denki whined, and he almost laughed when he felt
Tetsutetsu flex the arm he had supporting the leg Denki still had wrapped
around him, preening at Denki’s praise. He let the hand he didn’t have in
Tetsutetsu’s hair slide down and cup one of his pecs, grateful that he was
pressed against the wall like he was or he wouldn’t have possibly been able to
stay upright on one leg - or even two, probably.
Unable to take the sight of Tetsutetsu’s massive hand dwarfing his dick in its
grip any longer, he let his gaze wander upward, over Tetsutetsu’s abdomen, and
froze as he looked over his shoulder.
Someone was stalking quietly down the aisle, walking the other way, a book
grasped in their hand. It was that black-haired kid with the bandana from
Tetsutetsu’s class. Before Denki could give Tetsutetsu a word of warning, the
guy stopped at the end of the row, glancing over his shoulder and meeting
Denki’s eyes.
A moment passed and Denki wasn’t sure how Tetsutetsu hadn’t noticed how badly
he’d frozen up. He was ready to frantically apologize and cover himself, but -
But the guy just held up a peace sign and winked, and then he was gone.
Denki breathed a shuddering sigh of relief, but he didn’t let himself relax
just yet.
“We should probably try and be quieter,” he muttered into Tetsutetsu’s ear,
feeling redness creep into his cheeks.
“You hear someone?”
“No, uh - I saw bandana guy from your class.”
Tetsutetsu stilled, glancing over his shoulder. “Awase? Shit. I mean, he’s
usually cool, but - I’ll have to apologize to him.”
“He peace-signed at me and left… I can’t tell if that means we’re good or not.”
“Oh, yeah, we’re good. I mean, he’s been rooting for me to get with you from
the beginning, he wouldn’t snitch.”
“Cool, cool,” Denki murmured, taking comfort in Tetsutetsu’s words. He let his
face sink forward into the crook of his neck then, inhaling slowly, taking in
the scent of - of - of  something,  because whatever it was it smelled nice.
“Keep going?” Tetsutetsu prompted him, squeezing his cock gently, and Denki
nodded, opening his mouth and sucking lightly at Tetsutetsu’s collarbone. A
deep rumble came from Tetsutetsu’s chest and he jerked his hand, harder than
he’d been doing before, and Denki’s leg shook beneath his weight.
He braced himself against Tetsutetsu, wrapping his left arm around the back of
his neck and planting his right palm firmly on his chest as if it was a
handhold. Tetsutetsu huffed out a laugh.
“You really like my boobs, don’t you?”
“They’re - nice,” Denki gasped, and he was getting to the point now where
saying anything more was pretty difficult - like he’d used up 90% of his charge
in one go - but he still tried. “You’re s-so - you’re  big  -”
And Tetsutetsu turned his head, apparently trying to kiss him but the angle was
all wrong, so he kissed his cheekbone instead and opened his mouth to draw his
tongue towards his ear. Denki tried to thrust into his hand, meeting his
rhythm, but the action made his leg give out - and Tetsutetsu barely caught him
with his single free hand but kept going anyway.
It was so, so much, being held up on nothing but both his legs around
Tetsutetsu and the pressure Tetsutetsu was maintaining against the wall, all
while getting jerked off and feeling Tetsutetsu suck on his earlobe. He came
loudly, feeling a crackling energy all around him and a sharp pain in his ear.
“You made the lights flicker,” Tetsutetsu commented wonderingly, and as he
pulled away Denki saw red staining his teeth. He would’ve asked about it, but
before he could catch his breath Tetsutetsu was flattening against the wall
again, shielding his body with his own, and pressing their lips together.
Denki briefly wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but then he heard
voices coming around the corner - one of them all too familiar.
“ - and if a classmate is in trouble, as his class president, it’s my
responsibility to make sure he’s okay!”
“That’s very noble of you, Tenya, but -”
“Mister Tetsutetsu! Is that my classmate with you? I heard -  oh  -”
Denki opened his eyes with curiosity and just a little bit of dread and peeked
past Tetsutetsu’s face at his class president, standing stock still with Kendou
beside him. Kendou looked faintly amused, but Iida looked just about
apoplectic.
He cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, and opened his mouth as if to say
something, but Tetsutetsu beat him to it.
“Uh, hey, sorry,” he said over his shoulder, and Denki could still see a smear
of blood in his mouth, could feel something warm trickling down his neck. “We
were just making out, and I accidentally bit him, and that uh - happened,” he
finished, waving his hand up at the lights. “We’re sorry, it won’t happen
again.”
“Still! To be doing such an act in a shared space - in a  library  -”
“Tenya, don’t be a hypocrite,” Kendou interrupted him, holding up a hand
pacifyingly, “we were planning on doing the same thing before we heard them.
Come on.” She grasped his hand and he blushed hard enough for Denki to see from
his limited vantage point. She gave them a little wave as she said, “Sorry for
interrupting, you guys. Be safe and make sure you get that cut covered up.”
And then they were gone, Iida’s broken stammering fading as they went. They
both waited for a long moment, listening for more disturbances, and then, as
one, they breathed a sigh of relief, turning to look at one another.
“Good thinking, biting me,” Denki said, reaching up to finger at his earlobe,
pleased to feel that the bleeding was already starting to slow. “No way I
would’ve thought of that.”
Tetsutetsu busied himself tucking Denki’s dick away, grimacing when he saw the
state of both their shirts. “I, uh, didn’t actually think to do it. You were
shocking me and it caught me off-guard.”
“What, really?! Shit, I’m sorry! Did it hurt?”
“Eh, it wasn’t so bad. I hardened up pretty quickly so it was alright. More
importantly,” He held up his spunked-up hand. “What should we do about this?
And our shirts?”
“Oh, gross, just - uh, you can wipe it on me? I guess? Although you can’t
exactly - ooh, what if I pretended to be all zonked and you could carry me
out?”
Tetsutetsu slowly wiped his hand on Denki’s shirt, pursing his lips as he
considered the dilemma, and Denki felt a little warmth light up his chest at
the sight. Damn, Tetsutetsu was  cute.  He almost couldn’t believe he hadn’t
noticed before.
“If we can get back to the table,” Tetsutetsu conjectured, checking his hand
for more of Denki’s mess, “I’ve got a hoodie and a windbreaker. We can cover up
with those.”
“A hoodie  and  a windbreaker? Dude, it’s not even October yet.”
Tetsutetsu pouted. “I’m made of steel. Steel gets cold.”
Denki snickered and Tetsutetsu rolled his eyes, holding out his arms. Denki
took the hint, feeling his world spin for what felt like the millionth time as
Tetsutetsu lifted him easily, pressing their chests together so nobody could
see the mess on their shirts.
“I could get used to this,” he chuckled and Tetsutetsu hummed, making his way
back to their table and study materials.
“You want the hoodie or the windbreaker?” Tetsutetsu prompted him, gently
setting him down and crouching to reach into his backpack. “You seem like you’d
like the hoodie.”
“Oh, no, windbreaker for sure,” Denki objected. “I discharged a fair amount, I
can recharge with that.”
“What? How?” Tetsutetsu asked, sending him a quizzical look and holding up the
jacket.
“Like -” Denki grabbed it and wrestled it on, his head popping through the neck
hole and his hair already growing staticky, “-  this,”  he finished, rubbing
his arms against his sides and filling the space between them with the
fwipfwipfwipfwipfwip  of the windbreaker material.
Tetsutetsu snorted and dissolved into laughter, sliding his arms into the
hoodie as he did so. “I guess it didn’t occur to me you could recharge on
static.”
“Oh, more than  recharge,  buddy. I once stockpiled about two million volts
doing sock slides on a shag carpet. Nobody could even touch a doorknob within
ten feet of me, it was great.”
“That’s fucking dope. Now c’mon, lemme take care of that bite.”
“Ooh, right. I’ve got first aid stuff back at my room, we don’t have to do that
here,” Denki told him, reaching up to worry at his earlobe, feeling some of the
half-dried blood clumping on his fingertip.
Tetsutetsu gave him another skeptical look and shook his head, reaching down to
unzip one of the front pockets of his backpack. “Uh, yeah, no. I’ve got stuff
right here, we’re taking care of it  before  we go outside.” He rooted around
for a second before pulling out a baggie, a couple other things spilling out of
the overstuffed pocket as he did so. “C’mere, I know how to take care of these
things.”
Denki sank to his knees next to him, eyeing the baggie’s contents curiously.
“You seriously carry this stuff around all the time?”
“I mean, with teeth like mine, accidents happen. My mom has the same teeth as
me, she learned through trial and error.” He opened a bag of wet wipes and
brought one out, shaking it to separate it from the others and beckoning Denki
closer. He obeyed, drawing close enough now to see the other things that had
slipped out of Tetsutetsu’s backpack.
He raised his eyebrows when he noticed a small box of condoms and what looked
to be a travel-size bottle of lubricant.
Tetsutetsu seemed not to notice, leaning forward and gently pressing the wet
wipe to Denki’s neck, drawing it gently over his skin to rub away the smeared,
half-dried fluid there. Denki reached down with his opposite hand to grasp the
lube, holding it up so Tetsutetsu could see.
“See, I’d been figuring when we went back to my room, we’d just play video
games or something,” he said teasingly, knowing the exact moment Tetsutetsu
caught sight of the bottle by listening for the rush of a sharp intake of
breath. “But you were feeling a little more optimistic than that, huh?”
“N-no! I, uh, I bought those the other day and I f-forgot they were in there, I
-”
“Oh my god, relax,” Denki snickered, peeking at Tetsutetsu’s blushing face out
of the corner of his eye. Damn, that really was cute. Tetsutetsu was  cute.  “I
mean, if this was really just a setup for sex, I wouldn’t blame you - I kinda
did jump your bones in the middle of it, so I really have no right to judge.”
For a moment, all that passed between them was the gentle pressure of
Tetsutetsu wiping away the blood on Denki’s neck. It took until he’d discarded
the first wet wipe and removed a second to clean the cut itself that he said,
“I’d be cool with both. Uh, video games  or,  you know. That.”
“I mean, same,” Denki murmured. “It’d be nice to get to know you a little
better, I guess. You know, like, if we’re gonna date.”
Tetsutetsu hesitated a moment before asking, quietly,  “Are  we gonna date?”
Denki grinned. “Do you wanna date me, Tetsu?”
“Yeah,” came the reply, much quicker this time. “Like, that’d be really nice,”
he added, a little more gently.
“Well, then, yeah, I’d really like to get to know you better. Like, I’ve seen
what you’re like around Kirishima and Bakugou, and they’re so different. I
wanna see more of what you’re like around  me.  You know?”
Tetsutetsu crumpled up the second wet wipe and peered at the bite, his eyebrows
furrowed in concern. “I’m not sure I have a band-aid that’ll fit around your
earlobe like this.”
Denki reached up to touch the cut again and Tetsutetsu gently grasped his
wrist, discouraging him. Nonetheless, he replied, “It doesn’t seem too bad,
does it really need to be wrapped? Can’t we just leave it?”
“Better not to,” Tetsutetsu scolded him. “It could re-open without adequate
pressure.”
“Is it really that bad? I remember Kirishima once got a real good chomp on
Shouji and it healed pretty quick.”
“I told you, mine are sharper. Like - okay, look at it this way,” Tetsutetsu
mused, rooting around in his little kit and bringing out a patch of gauze and
some medical tape, “Kirishima’s bites, at their worst, can fuck with you for a
few days, maybe a week at most. Mine can get you for a few  weeks  if you’re
not careful.”
“Yikes.”
“Yeah.” Tetsutetsu pressed the gauze to the bite, pinning it and Denki’s
earlobe to the side of his head with a cross of tape. “Can’t be too careful. I
think you should be good now.”
“Thanks, man,” Denki said, reaching up to touch the bandage, and Tetsutetsu’s
hand reached out to grasp his again.
“Stop playing with it, you’ll make it worse.”
“Are you sure?” he teased in reply, turning his hand to knit their fingers
together. “Or are you just looking for an excuse to do this?”
“I - you -” Tetsutetsu stammered, then looked away, blushing, and Denki giggled
at the sight. “Just go pack your stuff,” he grumbled.
“Right, right,” Denki agreed, dropping Tetsutetsu’s hand to stand and circle
the table. He finished quickly enough and turned back to his partner, grinning.
He offered his hand, and Tetsutetsu took it, his hand big and rough and cool
against his own.
As they approached the library’s exit, Denki happily swinging their hands
between them, he thought to himself, yeah. He could definitely get used to
this.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Tetsutetsu was frowning down at his hand, where he was watching lube
     pool in his palm.
     “How am I - shit,” he said, tilting his hand forward a little too
     fast and accidentally letting lube drip on the ground. “Dammit, how
     am I - how am I supposed to get it on my fingers without getting it
     everywhere else -”
     “Do you need me to do it?”
     “No,” Tetsutetsu insisted, holding up the bottle as if he was about
     to squeeze more into his palm, “Now this is personal.”
Chapter Notes
     HEY HELLO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK FOREVER ;;
     man the wind-up to this sex is so much longer than the sex itself and
     the CHAPTER is so much longer than i meant it to be and HHHHHHHHHH
     i'm just glad to have this out tbqh. At any rate I was worried at
     some point while writing this that I'd end up with a final chapter
     that was longer than the last two combined but I did manage to keep
     that from happening(although it is certainly the longest chapter by
     almost 1,000 words WELP)
     ....... this may or may not have a sequel in the works. That sequel
     may or may not feature a certain OT4 of mine......... u kno......
     Blastee n Hardee n Other Hardee and Zappee OuO
     BUT FOR NOW here is This Thing I HOPE U LIKE IT
Video games with Tetsutetsu had proven to be an  excellent  idea.
After changing out of their soiled shirts (Denki’s went to his laundry hamper
after being replaced with one of his others and Tetsutetsu just defaulted to
his hoodie since there was no way in hell any of Denki’s shirts would fit him),
Mario Kart had been good fun, but they’d both played it in most of its
iterations before and they quickly grew bored with it. Denki had no shortage of
indie games on his laptop, however, and when he’d suggested they play Organ
Trail (“Like Oregon Trail, but with zombies!”), Tetsutetsu had been quick to
agree.
Which meant that now he got to lean up against his shoulder, giving him
pointers on what to trade for what, gripping his arm tight when he went into
combat, and feeling the tension in his broad, muscular body.
“You’ve gotta kill off Tetsu, man,” he pressed him, shaking his head.
“What, dysentery Tetsu or bite Tetsu? They’re not doing so bad.”
“You have one medpack left! Tetsu’s gonna become a zombie and you’ll have
wasted all that extra food on him!”
“But there’s an achievement for getting all four guys to Safe Haven, right? And
I don’t really like the idea of you calling me Tetsu Tetsutetsu from now on.”
Denki rolled his eyes. “I already have the achievement and I was joking…
Kinda.”
“Wait, so you just named all my party members Tetsu for no reason?”
“I had a perfectly sound reason, and that reason was to be a little shit.”
Tetsutetsu snorted and clicked over to view his party. His cursor hovered over
the infected member.
“Kill him,” Denki said, dramatically dropping his voice down low, “you know
what you must do.”
“You’re  sure  this isn’t gonna bite me in the ass?”
“Kill him, kill him, kill him,” Denki chanted, pumping one fist as he lifted
his voice in crescendo.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” Tetsutetsu laughed, raising his voice to
speak over Denki’s chants.
Denki bit his lips cheekily and looked away.
“Kaminari.”
“Whatever,  he’s  gonna be the one biting you in the ass if you don’t kill him
soon.”
“But if I can keep him  alive -”
“But if you  kill him  you can trade your medpack for more  food,  which he
just eats too much of anyway!”
Tetsutetsu scowled at him. “Fine. But if this turns out to be a  huge  mistake,
you’ll be sorry.”
“Yes!” Denki crowed, raising his fist in victory. “Yay, murder!”
Tetsutetsu just shook his head, belying the indulgent smirk on his lips. He
clicked the appropriate buttons and shot Tetsu Number Four.
“Great, now let’s head out.”
“Mhm,” Tetsutetsu murmured, clicking through to the travel sequence - but then
he added a soft “shit” as some foreboding music sounded off. “What’s that?”
“Boss battle,” Denki explained, grimacing. “You’ve gotta dodge all the deer. It
sucks.”
“I didn’t - oh,  fuck,”  Tetsu went to reply, the split second of distraction
resulting in his car getting trashed onscreen.  “Dammit,  really?”
“Sorry,” Denki said, “I didn’t mean to distract you.”
“‘S fine,” Tetsutetsu sighed, watching the GAME OVER screen flash in front of
him. “I’m not great at PC games anyway. And you’re plenty distracting as you
are.”
Denki took a moment to process this, then waggled his eyebrows, leaning forward
so Tetsutetsu could see. “Oh, you’re distracted by me, are you?”
Tetsutetsu snorted, fighting to cover it with a frown but unable to keep it up
as Denki leaned in closer, his eyebrows still going at a breakneck pace. “I
meant because you’re  ridiculous,”  he shot back, shoving Denki’s chest, making
him fall back into his mattress, snickering.
He heard Tetsutetsu shut his laptop and push it away and propped himself up on
his elbows so that he could look at him. “What now?” he prompted him - they’d
been hanging out for awhile now and he was beginning to wonder if Tetsutetsu
had anything else to do that day. Not that he minded if he stuck around, of
course; Tetsutetsu had turned out to be pretty great company once he got
comfortable and Denki was having a pretty good time just spending a lazy day
with him.
Tetsutetsu tapped his fingers on his thigh for a moment or two, then gave Denki
a sheepish grin, indicating his hoodie. “Well, uh - I know I don’t have
anything on underneath and everything, but it’s getting a little hot in here.
Would you mind if I, ah -”
“Oh!” Denki exclaimed, leaping off the bed and bustling over to the balcony
door. “Oh, yeah, dude, lemme open the door real quick, you shoulda told me
sooner!”
“Didn’t wanna be a bother,” Tetsutetsu muttered over the rattle of Denki
pulling back the curtains. “I mean, I know I was already complaining earlier
about being cold.”
“It’s fine! Quirk stuff, right?” Denki grunted, wrenching open the door. He
almost never opened it - he wasn’t especially susceptible to temperature
changes. Something about his quirk keeping him regulated, that way.
It sure felt nice to let in the breeze, though. Once the door was open, Denki
stood on the threshold, letting the wind ruffle his hair, lifting his head to
inhale the sweet-smelling air. Early autumn was a lovely time of year. The sun
was setting now, too, and when Denki turned his head to call Tetsutetsu over to
see, he found there was already a tall, warm body pressing in behind him,
putting one hand up to the doorframe.
He let himself fall easily back into Tetsutetsu’s chest, turning up his chin so
that he could smile cheekily up at him. “Oh, hello there,” he said, and
Tetsutetsu looked down at him with a bemused grin on his face.
“Hey, you,” he replied.
“Enjoying the view?” Denki teased him, swaying his hips back and forth,
stopping abruptly when he realized it was grazing his butt over Tetsutetsu’s
groin.
Tetsutetsu didn’t seem to mind, though, as he pressed his nose into Denki’s
hair and inhaled deeply. “Yeah,” he rumbled, removing his hand from the
doorframe to rub gently at Denki’s shoulder.
Denki could’ve short-circuited right then and there. He’d kept up a decent
amount of bravado in the face of sexual situations, but this felt… different.
Not  bad,  absolutely not, but it was definitely  different  and somehow, he
was much less sure of himself now.
Tetsutetsu must have sensed this, because he pulled away mere moments later,
standing at Denki’s shoulder to peer out over the sun-drenched campus, leaving
Denki untouched and discontent.
“You have a nice view,” Tetsutetsu commented, not looking at him, and Denki
decided that he needed to change that  as soon as possible.
He pursed his lips for a long second, at a loss for what to do - but as he
looked out at his balcony, an idea came to him. “I really do, don’t I,” he
said, stepping forward into the sun-warmed air. He leaned over the railing,
bending at the waist in the hope that Tetsutetsu would maybe take notice of
what he had going on in his proverbial caboose.
Almost immediately, he heard Tetsutetsu snort. He turned indignantly to see
Tetsutetsu with a hand clapped over his mouth, fighting down his amusement.
“What?”
“You’re really not good at being subtle, you know that?”
“Wha - I was being very subtle!” He gestured to the sunset and at his position.
“Look at this atmosphere! Look at me! I am the height of subtle temptation!”
“Mhm,” Tetsutetsu said skeptically, sliding up behind him, wrapping his arms
around him from behind.  “So  subtle. It’s like you’re Inception-ing me.”
“Subliminal messaging all the way, Tetsu,” Denki quipped, not quite done being
snarky even as Tetsutetsu pressed his mouth to the crook of his neck. “I’m
super duper clever and don’t you forget it.”
“Is that why you’re at the bottom of your class?”
“Can’t let the world know  all  my secrets,” he hummed, feeling Tetsutetsu
trail kisses up toward his ear. “Eh, whatever. If I was really that subtle,
there’s no way this would be happening right now, is there?”
“Probably not,” Tetsutetsu admitted, speaking warmly into Denki’s ear. “I’m a
bit of a chicken that way.” He kissed his temple. “Lucky I fell for the most
shameless person I’ve ever met.”
“I have some shame,” Denki scoffed. “I blew you  under  the table, didn’t I?”
Tetsutetsu blew a raspberry into his cheek. He burst out laughing and felt his
legs buckle, held up only by virtue of Tetsutetsu’s arms around his middle.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to being held by Tetsutetsu.
His arms were strong and hot surrounding him, the softness of his hoodie only
providing a cushion to the hardness underneath. He was just so much  bigger
than him, Denki felt completely ensconced in his hold.
It was nice. It felt safe.
But mostly it helped him make note of how, even soft, Tetsutetsu’s cock had a
considerable heft to it, enough that he could feel it pressing into his lower
back. And  that  made him want to try feeling it somewhere else.
It wasn’t like he’d never experimented with this sort of thing. He was a
teenage boy, after all. But his fingers weren’t much substitute for, well, one
of the biggest dicks he’d ever seen on someone his own age.
Just how badly could he get Tetsutetsu to wreck him?
“Hey, Tetsu,” he murmured, letting his legs alight back on the ground, feeling
more than hearing the “hm?” Tetsutetsu hummed into his neck. “Remember that
stuff you’ve got in your backpack?”
Tetsutetsu shuffled a little before answering. “Yeah,” he breathed. “You wanna
do that? Out here?”
“I mean,” Denki mused, glancing down the row at the other balconies on his
level. “If you want. I don’t think any of my floor buddies are gonna walk out
on us,” he considered. Iida was probably still at the library, Kouda never
really spent much time out here that he knew of, and while he knew Ojiro liked
doing tai chi on his balcony, it was almost always either right after waking up
or right before going to sleep. They’d be safe for awhile yet in that regard,
and with the railings as closed-off as they were, nobody should be able to see
what was going on from the ground.
Tetsutetsu pressed a kiss below his ear. “Great,” he rumbled in that way Denki
was beginning to recognize as his (entirely too successful) attempt at
sexiness. “Stay where you are.”
And he did, feeling chilled air rushing to occupy the space Tetsutetsu had
left. He braced his elbows on the railing and realized, for the first time,
that he was a little nervous.
It was silly, right? He’d done much more daring things with Tetsutetsu just
today.  If anyone else walked by, they’d be less likely to realize something
was going on than when they’d been at the library. And they  had  been walked
in on already, they were fine!
But as Tetsutetsu emerged, pressing up behind him, his hardening cock slotting
against him, murmuring something he didn’t quite catch, he realized that this
was maybe a level of intimacy that had come on, well, pretty fast.
He liked Tetsutetsu. He was growing more and more sure of that as the day went
by.
But the more they did  alone,  the more just  liking  him wasn’t really enough.
He felt a hand gently massaging his shoulder, heard a voice say, “Hey.”
He turned to face Tetsutetsu, whose brow was knitted in concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked, still resting his hand on Denki’s shoulder but
maintaining a respectful distance between their bodies. As Denki turned to
fully face him, he continued, “We, uh, we really don’t have to do this if you
don’t want to, I know we’re moving  really  fast - and it’s only been one day,
I can go if you need some breathing room -”
“Hey, no, it’s chill,” Denki interrupted him, holding up his hands, still a
little nervous. “It’s, I’m - it’s just stupid, you don’t have to worry about
it!”
“Well, if you say it like  that,  I’m definitely going to worry about it.”
Denki sighed, trying to slow down his mouth and collect his thoughts. “I just…
I’m not completely sure what’s bothering me, actually? Like, I actually think
you’re a really cool guy. I’ve really  enjoyed  spending the day with you! And
I’m for sure not, like, scared of you. I’m…” he trailed off, unsure where he
was going with this.
Tetsutetsu had a resigned sort of look on his face that Denki didn’t like very
much at all. He reached up and scratched the back of his head, sighing, and
said, “I get it, it’s okay. If you don’t… feel that way about me, I don’t wanna
waste your time.”
“Wha - no, no, that’s not it,” Denki said in a rush, his disconnected thoughts
finally knitting together. “See, that’s the thing! I’m worried that  I’m
wasting  your  time! Like -”
“Why would you be wasting my time?” Tetsutetsu said, blinking down at him in
earnest confusion. “I like you a lot, spending time with you isn’t a waste.”
“No, that’s - you already  know  you like me, and what if, like, I’m not
enough? Because I do like you, but, like, I’m being all wishy-washy and you
really deserve better than somebody who doesn’t even know how much they like
you!” Tetsutetsu had covered his mouth, now, and Denki stopped. “What?”
“You like me?”
“I mean, yeah? Why would I do all this with you if I didn’t?”
“I don’t know, it’s just - I was convinced, like, ten seconds ago that you
didn’t. It’s… nice to hear.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Even if I don’t really know how much?”
“Dude, it’s a start! It’s better than nothing.”
Denki smiled, just a little bit. “Hey, Tetsutetsu?”
“Yeah?”
He leaned inward and upward, grinning mischievously. “I  like  you.”
Tetsutetsu quickly looked away, clearly fighting back a smile of his own even
as redness bloomed over his cheeks. Denki slipped his arms around his neck,
standing on his tiptoes to kiss his cheek, sinking down to kiss his neck,
pulling down on the neckline of his hoodie to kiss his collarbone as well. He
pressed his ear to Tetsutetsu’s chest and listened to his heartbeat for a
moment, pleased to hear that it was going almost as fast as his own.
“Okay,” he said quietly, nodding as if agreeing with himself, “let’s do this.”
“Huh?” Tetsutetsu said, and Denki could feel his chest vibrate with the words.
“You mean - that? We still don’t have to, you know.”
“But I wanna.”
Tetsutetsu chuckled, and Denki propped his chin on his chest to look up at his
face, bathed in warm light from the setting sun. “You know, spending time with
you gives me some serious emotional whiplash.”
“Oh,” Denki said, “Like, if you’re not in the mood anymore -”
“I can get back in the mood,” Tetsutetsu said quickly, slipping his arms around
Denki, who snorted. “Okay, so - we’re doing this, then?”
“Yeah,” Denki replied, grinning, and gasped when Tetsutetsu’s hands suddenly
dropped to his ass, grasping a substantial handful each and squeezing.
“Great,” Tetsutetsu hummed, kneading Denki’s buttocks gently but firmly. “‘Cuz
I’ve had my eyes on these for awhile now.”
“Hell yeah,” Denki breathed, pressing his body against Tetsutetsu’s, feeling
heat begin to work its way downward. “Better knead those buns before putting
‘em in the oven.”
Tetsutetsu hesitated for a moment as he considered the statement. “I think you
lost me with that metaphor, there.”
“I might’ve lost myself, really,” Denki agreed, then slid a hand down to grip
Tetsutetsu’s chest. “In your beautiful, beautiful pecs.”
“You  really  like those, huh?” Tetsutetsu chortled, then leaned down, pressing
a kiss to Denki’s temple, then his cheek, and Denki lifted his chin so that
their lips could meet. It wasn’t anything elaborate, just a quick connection,
but after all this chitchat Denki was getting  very  eager to get started.
He broke off the kiss, trailed a few wetter, sloppier ones down Tetsutetsu’s
neck, and said, “Okay, where’s the stuff?”
“Feeling impatient, huh?” Tetsutetsu teased him, reaching into the pocket of
his hoodie, prompting Denki to remember  oh, yeah, that’s still here. Why is
that still here?
He started pulling at the hem just as Tetsutetsu removed a foil wrapper and the
small bottle from earlier from his pocket. Tetsutetsu helped him, lifting his
arms and pulling as Denki pulled the cloth up and ducked under it, leaving
Tetsutetsu to worm his arms out of the sleeves as he began to finally,  finally
give his core some of the attention it so rightfully deserved.
And  oh,  was it worth the wait.
He trailed his palms up Tetsutetsu’s stomach, feeling every plane, every dip as
he made his way upward. His skin was warm to the touch, warmer than his hands
had been, and smooth, and Denki couldn’t keep himself from leaning forward to
press his ear to his chest again, his heart beating even faster than before.
“You like that?” Tetsutetsu breathed, reaching up to pet Denki’s hair, his arms
finally free from his sweatshirt.
“Yeah,” Denki mumbled, then kissed the closest available pec. “And this.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
“And,” Denki added, sliding his hand downward and cupping the bulge in
Tetsutetsu’s pants,  “this.”
“Oh, shit,” Tetsutetsu hissed, and Denki smiled into his chest. “How, uh - how
do you wanna do this?”
Ah, right. That was a factor, here.
“Uh, do you wanna prep me, or should I?” Denki asked, pulling back to look
around the balcony. Tetsutetsu had set the supplies on the railing - aside from
that, there wasn’t much out here except Tetsutetsu’s sweatshirt on the ground.
“I can do it,” Tetsutetsu said, reaching around Denki to grab the lube. “I
haven’t  really  done it before, but I know the basics.”
Denki eyed Tetsutetsu’s hands - specifically his fingers - and swallowed
thickly. They might just be an appetizer, but he was  definitely  eager to try
them out. “Great,” he said, and considered his position as Tetsutetsu brought
the bottle closer. “Hm.” He decided to return to a previous arrangement and
turned his back to Tetsutetsu, bending at the waist to give him access and
propping himself up on the railing. “Does this work for you?” he asked over his
shoulder, feeling his heart thumping as he waited to feel those large, firm
hands on him.
“It’s perfect,” Tetsutetsu said, and Denki looked over his shoulder to see him
kneeling down, the sight of his hands reaching up just enough warning as he
felt them glance over his thighs, growing stronger as they drew upward, cupping
his ass once again as he dipped a finger between his cheeks. He shivered when
he felt his broad thumb swipe over his clothed entrance. “Do you wanna take
your jeans off, or should I?”
“Right, I can -” Denki stammered, reaching down to fumble one-handedly at his
fly. Tetsutetsu’s hand swept over the side of his body, reaching around as if
to help him, but he got it open. He thrust one side of his jeans down with one
hand, Tetsutetsu helping him along, and did the same with his boxers.
The cool evening air hit his half-hard dick and he breathed in harshly.
Tetsutetsu kneaded one of his asscheeks gently, almost comfortingly, and
pressed a kiss to the other. Shortly thereafter, he heard the pop of a lid
opening.
“Shit,” Tetsutetsu said, “That really is cold, fuck.”
Denki snorted and looked over his shoulder again. Tetsutetsu was frowning down
at his hand, where he was watching lube pool in his palm.
“How am I - shit,” he said, tilting his hand forward a little too fast and
accidentally letting lube drip on the ground. “Dammit, how am I - how am I
supposed to get it on my  fingers  without getting it  everywhere else  -”
“Do you need me to do it?”
“No,” Tetsutetsu insisted, holding up the bottle as if he was about to squeeze
more into his palm, “Now this is  personal.”
“Stop putting it in your palm,” Denki snickered, “Just put a tiny little bit on
your finger, that’s all you need.”
“Oh.” Tetsutetsu did as he was told, then cautiously held it out for Denki to
see. “Is… is that good?”
“Little more.”
“I am  so worried  about this just - getting everywhere but in your ass.”
Denki laughed aloud at that, falling forward into his own arms so that it came
as a surprise when a cold, slick fingertip probed at him from behind. His
chortles quickly resolved into a sharp intake of breath as Tetsutetsu pressed
in - and this was a very different feeling than just playing with himself had
been.
“You okay?” Tetsutetsu said, and Denki nodded. It wasn’t to the point where it
really  felt good yet, but Denki had done this often enough that his body knew
what was coming next and was already getting excited on his behalf. His dick
was properly hard, now, and he resisted the urge to reach down and slide a
thumb over the tip, wanting to save his orgasm for when Tetsutetsu was inside
him.
Tetsutetsu kept pressing in, and Denki could hear him breathing harshly behind
him. He glanced back and saw that, at some point, Tetsutetsu had worked his
cock out of his pants and was slowly tugging at it to the same rhythm as the
gentle thrust of his finger.
Denki swallowed, letting his eyes find Tetsutetsu’s face, whose gaze was
flickering between Denki’s asshole and his face. “You can put more in, now,”
Denki told him. “And you can go deeper.”
Tetsutetsu bit his lip, his teeth glinting in the low light, and nodded mutely.
He pulled his finger almost all the way out, then worked in the tip of a
second, continuing with the slow press, going deeper this time until -
Denki’s knees quaked when he felt them slide over his prostate, his mouth
falling open as he turned quickly around to lean his forehead back against his
forearms, needing the support when Tetsutetsu did it again, seeming to gain
some confidence at Denki’s reaction. Before long, he was inserting a third
finger, spreading them before bringing them together again, his breaths shaking
as he continued on.
“S-stop,” Denki stammered, reaching back blindly, swallowing dryly as
Tetsutetsu grasped his hand in his left, the fingers of his right still
knuckle-deep in Denki’s ass. “J-just - put it in, I’m ready.”
“You’re sure?” Tetsutetsu mumbled, and when he pulled his hand back Denki heard
him fumbling with the foil packet. He smirked, never failing to find amusement
in Tetsutetsu’s earnest, unabashed attraction to him.
“Yeah,” he said, and spread his legs a little farther apart as if to illustrate
his point. He heard Tetsutetsu groan and stand, and before long, he felt his
hefty length resting between his cheeks, his broad chest leaning forward to
press down on his back.
“I’m putting it in,” he murmured in his ear, and Denki nodded. Tetsutetsu
rested one palm on his waist, and Denki moaned loudly as he felt that hot, hard
length begin to fill him -
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, SPARKY!”
Denki instantly stiffened and craned his neck upwards. About ten feet up, a
spiky blond head was leaning over the railing above him, glaring down at him
with a gaze  dripping  with rage. At a loss for what else to say, he waved a
hand weakly and gave a small smile. “Uh, hey, Katsuki.”
“You couldn’t even let us have our peace at the library, and now you’re doing
it on your fucking  balcony?  How shameless can you be?!”
“Listen -”
Another head popped over the railing next to Bakugou’s, offering up a
surprisingly irked expression of its own. “I hate to say he’s right,” Kirishima
sighed, wrinkling his nose down at Denki, “but, like,  really?”
“Oh, that tears it,” Tetsutetsu snapped, pulling out of Denki in one swift
motion and joining him at the railing, leaning over it and angling his chin
upward to glare at Kirishima. “Do you  really  wanna start this, with how much
you overshare about you and Golden Boy over here? Do you  really  want me to go
into all the TMI  you  indulge, Kirishima?”
Denki choked on his laughter as he watched both the faces above him turn as red
as Kirishima’s hair. “Yeah, Kiri,” he added, chortling, “you think I’m not sick
to death of hearing  you  guys up there? I don’t know how slick you think
you’re being, but I can hear  everything.”
“I told you we should’ve done it in my room,” Bakugou grumbled lowly, and Denki
laughed even harder, falling sideways into Tetsutetsu’s arms. “Well, whatever.
Stop ruining our day with your kinky bullshit.”
“Fine,” Tetsutetsu said, and Denki echoed. Denki waved cheekily at them one
last time before looking to Tetsutetsu with a goofy grin.
“Well,” he snickered, “We should probably head inside.”
“Yeah,” Tetsutetsu agreed, matching his expression. “It’s getting dark,
anyway.”
It certainly was. Denki had to squint and feel around to find his pants, then
stumbled through his room to click the light on. Tetsutetsu closed the door
behind them, tossing his sweatshirt on the bed so he could slip his condom off
and stuff his softening cock back in his pants.
Denki raised his eyebrows. “Not feeling it anymore?”
Tetsutetsu paused, blinking vacantly at Denki. “Don’t tell me you are?”
Denki shifted awkwardly, feeling a little uncomfortable with his pants off and
his dick standing tall and proud. “Well, yeah? I’ve got a slicked-up asshole
and nothing to show for it.” He considered the statement, then rushed to say,
“I mean - if you’re  really  not in the mood, it’s fine! I can just, you know -
go back to the old tried and true.” He held up his hands and shook them a
little, then realized he was literally doing jazz hands and put them back down,
feeling silly.
“No, no, I can get it back up, no problem,” Tetsutetsu said eagerly, dropping
to his knees and rooting around in his backpack for another condom. “I just
figured you wouldn’t be into it, but -”
“You should’ve known, you absolute fool,” Denki chuckled, shaking his head,
drawing closer, not feeling quite so shy about The Boner That Wouldn’t Die
anymore. “Shame? Me? You must have the wrong guy.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Tetsutetsu joked, straightening up with the
condom in hand. “Hey, wanna get naked?”
Denki rolled his eyes but obliged, tugging off his last article of clothing -
his shirt. Tetsutetsu followed suit with his pants, tripping over himself a
little. That done, Denki pressed him backward until he sat heavily in the bed,
leaning back and letting Denki climb over him.
“Do you need any more prep?”
“Nope,” Denki said, grasping Tetsutetsu’s dick and pumping shallowly until it
filled in again. “You’ve got the stuff?”
Tetsutetsu pointed to where he’d deposited the condom and lube on the edge of
the bed and Denki grabbed them eagerly. His fingers stumbled over the packaging
and he slowly grew more frustrated until Tetsutetsu took it from him, tearing
it easily.
“Show-off,” Denki grumbled, setting Tetsutetsu off laughing again.
“Hey, we’re here to help each other out, right?” Tetsutetsu teased him, handing
Denki the fresh condom.
“I guess,” Denki muttered distractedly as he situated it over Tetsutetsu’s
girth and pinched the tip so that he could roll the rest down. He grabbed the
lube and slicked Tetsutetsu up, hastily wiping the excess off on the sheets.
“Alright. You good?”
“Never better,” Tetsutetsu exhaled, propped up on his elbows, looking at Denki
with such a look of adoration it was almost a shame how little attention he
paid to it in his urgency. Everything was taking so long, too long, and he only
let himself indulge one small dalliance - a quick kiss to Tetsutetsu’s lips -
before he grasped Tetsutetsu’s cock and sank back on it.
His bravado got him about halfway down before he stuttered to a stop, releasing
a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Tetsutetsu’s dick was - well, it
was -
“Are you okay?” Tetsutetsu asked him, smoothing his hands up Denki’s thighs and
letting them rest at his hipbones, rubbing gently there. His voice was hitched,
his face flushed, and with the heat he could feel burning in his cheeks Denki
couldn’t imagine he was much better in that regard.
“Yeah,” he said, shifting his weight a little, knowing he had to let his body
adjust but almost feeling as if he just wanted to get started to get rid of all
this tension. “Just the fullest I’ve ever been, no big deal.”
“I mean,” Tetsutetsu confessed, brushing his fingertips up Denki’s side, making
him shiver, “you’re the best thing I’ve ever felt on my dick, so I guess I kind
of get you.”
Denki nodded, gritted his teeth, and finally sank down the last inch or two,
letting his breath hiss out between his teeth. He wiggled, trying to make
himself relax, knowing it’d help with the discomfort. Tetsutetsu’s hands helped
- he could feel one of them brushing down toward his knee now, the other
staying on his hip, rubbing circles with his thumb.
He lifted himself up, finally, and sank down, blinking his eyes open to look at
Tetsutetsu’s expression. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes dark, and his
left hand flew up to plant itself right back on Denki’s hip.
Denki tilted himself back, bracing his hands on Tetsutetsu’s thighs, and
continued bobbing slowly, searching around to find the right angle. When he
did, he shuddered and gasped, looking back up to Tetsutetsu’s face.
“There?” Tetsutetsu asked, grinding his hips upward almost tentatively. Denki’s
legs shook and he made one of his less dignified noises.
“Mhm,” he said, hearing the quaver in his voice but too overstimulated to be
ashamed. Tetsutetsu did it again, harder, and Denki gasped. Tetsutetsu was
breathing heavier now, and Denki could actually feel his arms shaking with the
effort of keeping himself from bucking frantically upward.
Denki rubbed Tetsutetsu’s thigh gently, took one last deep breath, and nodded.
“You can fuck me now,” he murmured, and Tetsutetsu did just that, grinding up
into Denki’s ass until he found a rhythm, letting his head fall back and his
mouth open wide to accommodate his panting. His grip on Denki’s hips turned
hard, and this time Denki was aware of the crackling in the air as he
approached his orgasm.
It didn’t last long, and Tetsutetsu didn’t hit Denki’s prostate every time, but
it still felt good, good enough that Denki was able to come untouched.
Tetsutetsu followed shortly thereafter, his hands steely on Denki’s sides, and
Denki fell forward into him, panting.
Things were quiet between them for a long moment. Then Denki slowly became
aware of a familiar creaking noise coming from above. He propped himself up on
Tetsutetsu’s chest, casting a disbelieving glance upward.
“Really?” he muttered, “they can’t even let me bask in the afterglow?”
Tetsutetsu frowned, listening, and Denki could see the exact moment it dawned
on him. He smiled haplessly, shaking his head as he gently lifted Denki off his
cock, using his other hand to grip it at the base to keep his condom from
coming off. “As if Bakugou would  ever  let someone else have the spotlight,”
he snorted, and Denki snickered. “Anyway, get up, I gotta throw the condom
away.”
“Nah.”
“Please?”
He heard the familiar timbre of a certain blonde shouting from above and
scowled. “Ugh, fine. Anything to distract me from those two.”
Tetsutetsu laughed again, and Denki smiled back at him. He climbed off and
scooted toward his headboard, grabbing a few tissues to clean what little
streaks of his own cum had landed on himself. He reached out to Tetsutetsu as
he approached again, daubing the much more substantial ropes of fluid off of
his chest.
He heard another shout from above and shook his head wonderingly. “Seriously,
what do they  do  to each other up there?”
Tetsutetsu shuddered. “Trust me, Kirishima’s filled me in on that. I’d really
rather not go into it.”
“It’s that bad?”
“I mean, not really.” Tetsutetsu gave him a knowing look. “I just know that if
I brought it up, there’s at least a fifty percent chance you’d want to give it
a try, and I’m pretty exhausted as things are.”
Denki opened his mouth as if to retort, but slowly found himself nodding.
“Okay, you’re right,” he conceded, “but, you know, fuck you anyway.” He
hesitated a moment, then added, “Oh, hey, I just did.”
Tetsutetsu bent down to retrieve his sweatpants, grinning, and Denki watched
him. He resisted the urge to glance at the clock.
“Uh, Tetsu, is it past curfew?”
“I don’t think so,” Tetsutetsu replied, pulling his sweats up over his legs and
glancing at Denki in confusion.
“Is it…  almost  past curfew?”
Tetsutetsu straightened, crossing his arms over his chest and looking curiously
down at Denki. “You know, if you want me to stick around, you could really just
say so.”
Denki beamed. “Hey, wanna cuddle me and play another round of Organ Trail to
distract ourselves from the terrifying sounds of our best friends fucking?”
Tetsutetsu sat on the bed, scooting backwards until his back met the wall, and
smiled gently at him. “Wanna put some pants on, first?”
“Ooh, right,” Denki muttered, jumping up and ignoring the clothes he had
littered on the ground in favor of opening the top drawer of his dresser. He
tugged on some underwear and pajama pants and wrestled on a sweatshirt before
grabbing his laptop and returning to the bed where Tetsutetsu sat, looking
expectantly at him.
He deposited his computer on Tetsutetsu’s lap - “Password’s ‘Denkichuus’, two
‘u’s and a capital ‘D’” - and grabbed his comforter, wrapping himself up before
wriggling into Tetsutetsu’s side.
Tetsutetsu lifted his arm, letting Denki worm his way under it, and as they
settled in, it occurred to him that, even with as tender as the moment was, he
didn’t feel nervous anymore.
He looked at Tetsutetsu out of the corner of his eye, listening to the
foreboding music of Organ Trail’s opening scene fill his room as Tetsutetsu
frowned, reading the same dialogue prompts just as patiently as he had at the
beginning of their previous game.
He felt warmth worm its way into his chest. He turned his head and kissed the
closest part of Tetsutetsu he could reach - his bicep - and listened to the
distracted hum of acknowledgement he received at the action.
Now, this - he might never be used to this.
But he’d sure like to give it a try.
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