Izuku passing on One For All should have been saved for this upcoming third movie. So that when all hope seems lost Izuku realizes that he has no choice but to share One For All and he chooses Shoto over Bakugo.
Fight was pinned. He absolutely adored it. He also loved flipping Tutor if only to hear that low guttural snarl of disapproval. Fight would blissfully sigh when Tutor flips him, firmly pressing him down by the shoulders. Tutor teased at his lips, making Fight buck up and chase after them. He didn’t connect and so he fell back to the bed, a sort of pout forming on his face. Tutor starts at the ear. Ah the first breathy moan. The second came when Tutor sucked at his throat.
“Baby,” he murmurs, a shudder overcoming his body. Tutor loved that face. The out of this world daze. This was the same old thing; Lips on his neck, but Fight, Fight always falls into it. He makes it feel like it’s the first time, every time, like the experience is everything to him. Fight pressed a hand into Tutor’s hair, making him eat at his neck a little harder. “You just really want me to keep my shirt buttoned all the way up today.” Fight hissed at the pinch of teeth. Tutor didn’t stop. It really wasn’t because of the pain, well, maybe partly but Fight always adored the look of surprise on Tutor’s face when he yanked his head back. The grip on his hair was so tight, it made Tutor gasp.
“Oh,” Tutor mused. Fight sat up, thankful they were already shirtless. He pressed lips at the curve of Tutor’s hips. Sometimes Fight didn’t even want to take off his boxers because they accentuate the very spot his lips wanted. They sat perfectly on his waist, but involuntarily fingers started pulling the fabric down. Tutor chuckled. Hands massaged over his ass, lips still working between his hips and abdomen. Fight gave a lick and sank succulent lips against Tutor’s belly button. Tutor threaded fingers through his hair, leaning forward as hands squeezed his ass. Boxers fell just enough to reveal that Fight was a good boy. His boyfriend was hard. Fight gazed up at Tutor who realized now how much he adored that so far gone look.
“Oh, koala.” Fight didn’t answer except with a good wet mouth sliding over his cock. Hands stayed on his ass, pushing him further into Fight’s mouth. Tutor’s eyes fell closed and as much as he resisted he couldn’t, his head fell back too. Fight sucked off of him and then back down a rapid tongue working at the tip. Fingers started fondling at his balls, making Tutor buckle over for a solid second. Fight didn’t let up, his whole mouth working up and down Tutor’s cock. Suddenly, Fight gripped his hips. Tutor was holding fast, but not without some leaking. Fight looked up at him, mouth resting at the tip of cock. Tutor caresses a cheek. When Fight’s wet wet mouth reconnected, he let go. Fight let some of it spill over and then as he finished, Fight took all of him into his mouth again. Boxers were still hanging around his ass as Tutor snatched Fight by the face, drawing his mouth slowly off his still trembling cock. The glazed over look will be the death him. Tutor kissed those plush lips and pinned him to the bed again. Against his thigh he could feel Fight, still hard. Then he glances between them with a smile. Hmm, even through black boxers you could see a leaking mess. Tutor yanks them over his hips and tosses them away.
“Someone is such a good boy.” Tutor cups a hand around Fight’s throat. Fight wasn’t sure why that did the trick, but when Tutor’s hand squeezed harder, he came. It pooled onto his abdomen, Fight shivering a little bit. Coming without hands. That’s what also made this all of this exquisite for Tutor. He fell against Fight, his hand slowly letting up on his throat. Tickling fingers traced down his spine. Tutor kissed his chest. He propped a chin up to look at his boyfriend. He looked so high it made Tutor laugh.
“I suppose we should clean up.”
“Hmm,” Fight drums. “Maybe or we could take a nap right here.” He wrapped strong arms around Tutor, gluing him to his chest. Tutor soaked into him for just a moment, but then jumped up and shed his boxers entirely.
“Come on,” he tugged a hand. “Let’s shower and then take a nap.”
“Yeah, okay. I’m pretty sure a nap is no longer on the table.” Fight quipped as he was dragged to the bathroom.
