author: claire (@sailorsero)
ship: adult hanta sero x todoroki shoto
prompt/genre: secret dating
wordcount: 2394
warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing
a/n: • written for the wonderful @httptamaki‘s 1K Secret/Fake Dating Collab. congratulations on 1K and also on just being the best, Kar! • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘jealous’ by nick jonas
save a little bit just for me
***
“Sero!” Shoto hissed, his warm hand clammy on top of the one clutching his wrist on their journey through the corridor.
“Come on, you’ll like it but you gotta come with me…” Hanta insisted, not wavering from their brisk pace as they entered the lobby.
Shoto let out a small sigh but continued to keep up with the speed Hanta was setting across the room. “It’s only half an hour until the main event starts; where are we going?”
Eyes landed on them all at once as Hanta’s (rented) dress shoes squeaked across a herringbone tile; a businessman checking in at the front desk, a concierge pushing a loaded trolley towards the elevator, a gaggle of women in expensive cocktail dresses whispering behind their hands.
Hanta gritted his teeth and redoubled his efforts to get his boyfriend to himself for the first time in days; Shoto’s question went unanswered.
“Cellophane!” Shoto pressed, shooting a nervous glance at the onlookers.
Hanta fought the urge to roll his eyes. “‘Sero’ is fine, ‘Roki.”
“It makes sense to use your hero name, though; this is a work-based event, we’re appearing as Heroes.” Shoto insisted as they rounded a corner, almost running into Hanta’s back as he slowed, eyes darting between a few doors lining this new corridor.
“I just don’t think calling someone you’ve known for 7 years by their family name immediately suggests ‘secret love affair’, y’know?” Hanta replied, running his free hand through jet black hair.
His hold on the other’s wrist tightened almost imperceptibly as they reached the restroom door. It was now or never.
As soon as a quick peek down both ends of the corridor confirmed they were no longer being watched, Hanta pushed through the door into the restroom, still tugging his baffled boyfriend with him.
“Holy shit!”
Hanta had known it was a pretty safe bet that the bathrooms in this venue would be fancy, but this was perfect.
A decidedly Western version of luxury lay before the pair; dark wood, marble and gold. Everything was pristine and gleaming, with a smell of clean that was closer to jasmine than disinfectant. Fluffy white towels instead of paper, fancy lotions to match the soaps, and the pièce de résistance was nestled against the furthest wall beyond the sinks; a sizeable sofa upholstered in a fancy fabric Hanta briefly thought matched Yaoyorozu’s dining room curtains.
Now there were only two loose ends to tie up, and he could get this show on the road.
“Hello? Anybody in here?”
Complete silence answered, along with a row of open cubicles.
Hanta felt his biggest grin spread across his face, releasing Shoto from his grasp so he could doubleback to the door, sliding the shiny gold lock into position to ensure he got the privacy that would be essential in keeping their 6 year secret for another day.
He let out a breath that was half nerves, half anticipation, and spun around to face the other man, losing another breath when he got caught under the intensity of his bi-coloured gaze.
Fuck, but Shoto was beautiful. If things were different, Hanta would love nothing more than to swing around the city, shouting from the rooftops that the most beautiful man on Earth spent half his nights in his bed.
Maybe in another life.
“You’re up to something,” Shoto accused, sounding horrifically fond; a softness on his stoic face few people had ever got to see at all, let alone up close. “Are you going to tell me what it is?”
“Maybe” Hanta teased, sidling up to his boyfriend and winding his arms around his neck.
Shoto’s hands settled on his waist automatically, fingers curled to press into his body through his suit. Hanta closed the gap between their mouths before he could say anything else.
Kissing Shoto always lit up all of Hanta’s senses like a bonfire; nerves alight and sensations firing through his body at overwhelming speed. The taste of matcha, the smell of sandalwood body wash, the feeling of heat and cold from Shoto’s lips, tongue, skin.
Shoto kissed like he did most things; with strength, poise and a single mindedness that turned Hanta into a wobbly legged mess by the time they parted for breath.
“Hanta…” Shoto wheezed into the space between their slightly wet lips. “The auction…”
Ah, yes - the auction.The aforementioned ‘main event’. Attendees of this swanky charity gala, bidding for an evening in the company of some of Japan’s most eligible Pro Heroes.
When he had first found out about it, Hanta had had a brief moment of panic thinking about the possibility of Shoto signing up to take part, before taking a breath and realising how unlikely that was.
All the attention, publicity, and then having to spend the evening with a stranger making small talk with him? That sounded like his boyfriend’s worst nightmare!
Hanta had laughed at Anxious Hanta from 20 seconds previously, and gone back to listening to Kaminari trying to convince Bakugou and Ashido that a rich, experienced woman was almost definitely going to pay ¥1,000,000 for a night with the Stun Gun Hero.
Stupid Laughing Hanta.
They’d got Shoto when Gou from PR told him the charity in question was to support men, women & children fleeing from domestic violence.
Stupid boyfriend and his tragic backstory.
So now Present Hanta was about 25 minutes out from going back into a crowded banquet hall packed with colleagues, press, and civilians to watch the rich, famous and attractive of Tokyo figuratively claw at each other for the chance to watch his boyfriend eat cold soba.
A boyfriend whose hand he couldn’t hold in public unless it was 3am and they were suitably disguised.
Add to that they probably had higher hopes for an evening they were most likely going to have to shell out some serious coin for, and Hanta knew he had to do something.
Anything to stake his claim, even if only he and Shoto would know it.
Showtime.
Hanta dropped his arms from his boyfriend’s shoulders, laying his palms flat on the embroidered suit jacket that was really setting off the red and white of Shoto’s hair beautifully. He began to push, gently but insistently guiding the other man backwards through the room; Shoto went without questioning it, seemingly guessing his destination when he didn’t flinch at the back of his legs finding the plush sofa, dropping down with a grace Hanta himself had never possessed.
“We’ll be back in time for the auction, gorgeous,” Hanta promised, sinking languidly to his knees. “Just think of this as...an early reward, for your philanthropy.”
Shoto let out a tiny snort, but Hanta could see his heterochromatic eyes were already shining slightly brighter than before as his hands moved to undo his belt. Something about public sex really did it for Shoto; he should really take advantage of it more often, he mused as he pulled down the zipper on his boyfriend’s immaculately tailored trousers.
“Lift.” Hanta murmured, making sure to seize the waistband of his briefs to bring them down under Shoto’s butt along with his trousers. He paused briefly at his lover’s knees before bringing them down to his ankles, shuffling on top of the bundled up fabric so he was as close to his prize as possible.
Shoto’s cock was as pretty as the rest of him, and that was saying something.
It was already beginning to curve up towards his toned stomach, head flushed a deep pink, base nestled in trimmed, dual-coloured hair that Hanta had always found inexplicably adorable.
Impatient to see it extended to its full length and hardness, Hanta went low to focus his attention on Shoto’s smooth, full balls.
Teasing and taking his time wasn’t really possible with the time crunch he was in, so he got straight to it. This was a sprint, not a marathon.
Shoto was far from a minute man under usual circumstances, but Hanta knew what buttons to push, and he was going to push them all - hard.
“Baby!” Shoto gasped as one ball disappeared into his boyfriend’s mouth with no preamble, sucked and rolled and played with just how he liked with no mercy before it was released with an audible pop. The treatment was repeated immediately on the other, and Shoto sent a prayer up to whoever was listening that he wasn’t going to lose control of his quirk during a blowjob for the first time since he was 18.
He wondered if Hanta knew he was making little appreciative sounds as he licked vigorously over his sack, the skin now free to the cool air of the bathroom. Shoto shivered partly at the feeling of that, but also at the blazing look in Hanta’s eyes as he drew back to stare up at him; he looked ready to devour him right where he sat, and Shoto was willing to be devoured.
Hanta let his gaze drift down to where Shoto’s cock was now only millimeters away from resting on his abs, the first bit of pre beginning to bead at the tip. He licked his lips without meaning to, reaching out to grip the base and steady his descent with his eager mouth.
Shoto let out a throaty groan as he felt his cock slide into his boyfriend’s mouth, almost into his throat, before he pulled back to suckle at the head.
Hanta’s tongue poked out of his full lips, trailing masterfully around the tip and dipping into the slit just enough to drive Shoto wild without being too much.
The back of the sofa was as plump as the seats, which was lucky for Shoto as he dropped his head back, already beginning to lose himself to the pleasure Hanta’s wicked mouth was providing.
After a couple of minutes of bobbing his head and allowing the blowjob to get a little wetter and sloppier than he usually would, Hanta began working his fist tightly over whatever of Shoto he didn’t have in his mouth at any one time. Time was a-wasting.
Hanta hollowed out his cheeks, sucking with abandon as he moved up and down, flicking his tongue over Shoto’s tip every third rise up his cock.
Sex was the ony time Shoto ever really swore, and he was certainly making up his quota right now; all Hanta could hear over the slick, wet sounds of the blowjob and the blood rushing in his ears were the breathy pants of “fuck, fuck, baby” that always went straight to his own cock.
Pity there wasn’t time to worry about himself. No matter; Shoto was coming home with him whether he knew it or not; this rendezvous was definitely getting a sequel, imminently.
His free hand found it’s way back down to Shoto’s balls; it was time to plant his (invisible) flag.
Hanta revelled in his boyfriend’s gasp as he began to roll his tight, full balls in his palm, stroking featherlight touches with his fingertips. He felt the jump in Shoto’s thighs and knew he was close.
He pulls off just enough to purr the words, “You gonna cum for me, Sho? Gonna give me what I need?” and is already sinking back down his lover’s cock by the time he pants out an affirmative, desperate fingers tangling into silky black locks.
Hanta hums, letting it build into a deep moan that vibrates over Shoto’s cock as the head finally slides into his throat, and Shoto is done for. He tugs slightly harder than he means to at his boyfriend’s hair, but that just makes him moan again, involuntarily this time.
He heeds the warning, though, sliding back up to the head of Shoto’s cock just in time as it begins to pulse into his ready and waiting mouth. Hanta counts one, two, three more bursts as he swallows Shoto’s seed with an ease that comes from a) practice b) fucking loving it.
Hanta releases both of his grips as he eases back, letting his lips brush the tip of Shoto’s cock once more as he withdraws completely, letting himself gaze up in unabashed adoration at the love of his life in his current state.
Shoto’s long, wet cock, still so pretty as it returns to hang between his spread legs. His muscled stomach, sheened with sweat and moving in time with his chest as he tries to catch his breath. His pouty lips are visibly bitten and his face is as flushed as Hanta’s ever seen it. And his eyes, always beautiful and hypnotising, matching Hanta’s lovestruck gaze completely.
“Hanta, I lo-”
It’s at that moment that Hanta notices that this bathroom even has an ornate clock on the wall, just to the left of Shoto’s head.
“Shit! Sho, we gotta go! Come on!”
••••
Somehow they had managed to get back through the lobby, into the banquet hall and back into their seats at adjacent tables before the host of the auction had made it to the podium in the middle of the stage, and that was with taking a necessary 30 extra seconds to fix their suits, hair and splash water on their faces.
And the slightly less necessary 10 extra seconds for Shoto to finish telling Hanta he loved him, and for one last kiss before the door was unlocked and they returned to the world where they were former classmates, colleagues and friends only.
Those 10 seconds were Hantas favourite, anyway.
Now that it was mere moments away from the thing that had been causing jealousy, possessiveness and the stirrings of discontent with their long-standing agreement to keep things a total secret to bubble and swirl in his stomach for weeks, he held on to those 10 seconds, and took a breath.
His gaze drifted magnetically towards the next table, where he found his boyfriend already looking his way, completely zoned out of whatever story Midoriya was telling to the group.
There were still the last traces of a post-coital flush clinging high to Shoto’s cheekbones.
Hanta met Shoto’s gaze and smirked, running his tongue over his top lip as casually as possible. He flushed anew and looked away, tucking himself under the table more tightly.
Yep, territory: marked. Let the richest hos in Tokyo spend their yen; when it came to Shoto Todoroki, Hanta had already made the winning bid.
the first step in healing is realizing that you can use your stickers. you don't need to "save" them for the perfect spot. set them free from their vinyl sheet and let them fulfill their purpose. whore.
