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Shouto practically crashes through the door when he finally gets home after a much too long day that feels like it may have lasted a week. It… may as well have. He doesn’t actually remember going home. He certainly slept at the agency on Monday, at Iida’s on Tuesday, not at all on Wednesday, and somewhere on his sister’s couch Thursday. Something about the holidays really got villains to go all out.
Perhaps the fact that a good part of active heroes take breaks to spend precious time with their families has something to do with it.
When his own husband is the one to insist that he can’t possibly take a break on the most dangerous time of the year—that’s not how the song goes—, there’s not really much he can do other than to spend it with him. Funnily enough they hardly spent any time together at all. And then Izuku went and got his time off one day early, so Shouto really couldn’t see him when he was still busy dealing with collateral.
Needless to say, he isn’t in the best of moods.
So, really, getting home to this was something he didn’t know he wanted but, good lord, it should have been at the very top of his wish list.
Izuku is lying on his stomach on the couch, chin propped up on his hands and his legs bent towards the ceiling, wearing nothing but a Santa hat, two large red and white ribbons snaking around his body strategically, and the lewdest smirk Shouto has ever seen on his face. He’s pretty sure that the way the ribbons cross on his ass, leaving the tiniest window of skin, is very much intentional.
Suddenly, Shouto feels very hot. He starts to unzip his winter coat.
“Welcome home, Shouto. Santa’s brought you a present.” Izuku whispers, seductive.
Licking his lips, Shouto carefully measures his words. “Thought I was on the naughty list this year.”
With surprisingly little effort considering his precarious… outfit… Izuku rolls onto his side, revealing a large bow at his front, effectively hiding away the true gift with the knot. “Seems he thinks you could stand to be a little naughtier…”
Shouto steps closer, completely discarding his coat and already pulling off his sweater, his skin burning even if he is certain it’s not really because of his quirk. Just when he’s about close enough to lunge at his husband, Izuku moves to a sitting position and lifts a leg to stop him short with his foot on Shouto’s stomach, pursing his lips. Shouto almost whines at how the end of the ribbon falls neatly between his legs. Now that’s just unfair.
“Not so fast there.” Izuku scolds, far too stern for the situation at hand. “It took me hours to get this just right. You better appreciate it.”
Blinking for a moment, Shouto quickly recovers, a lopsided smirk settling over his lips as he runs gentle hands all the way up Izuku’s leg. “Don’t worry, my love. I will take my sweet time unwrapping this delicious gift.”
A little shiver runs up Izuku’s spine as Shouto leans down, diving straight for the one nipple exposed between the ribbons and not wasting a single second to start sucking. Izuku inhales sharply, his fingers coming to tangle in Shouto’s hair, nails scraping along his scalp as he pulls his face closer.
“So, this is how you’re gonna go about it… Gotta say, I like your methods…” Izuku sighs, blissful.
True to his word, he kisses and nips at every inch of skin he can feel beneath his lips, occasionally trailing back up to get a little taste of Izuku’s eager tongue. The ribbon is cool under his fingertips when Shouto runs his hands up and down his husband’s sides, resisting the urge to just tear it to shreds and taking things slow instead. He explores Izuku’s body like unclaimed land, as if every corner hides a treasure he hasn’t yet found, even if his mouth has travelled this path over a thousand times. He will gladly keep doing it as if it was the very first time until the day he dies.
Izuku doesn’t seem to complain anyway. If the way the bow strains to keep in place when Shouto finally gets to it is anything to go by, he would say he is quite enjoying the slow trudge himself.
“Am I allowed to unwrap it now?” Shouto asks, mirth lacing his every word.
“I think you’ve earned it.” Izuku smiles in return, biting his bottom lip when Shouto bites down on the end of the ribbon and tugs.
Little by little, the bow comes undone, ribbon pooling around Izuku’s hips, and there stands his prize, glistening with the precum running down its length, a true gem. Shouto’s mouth waters. Izuku chokes on a moan when he wraps his lips around the tip, chilled tongue swirling around it before he starts going down on it.
“Oh, god, I missed this…”
Izuku whimpers and Shouto is more than happy to make it happen again. And again. And again...
Every noise tells a sweet story that, even though Shouto already knows the ending from hearing it told time and time again, he never gets tired of bringing to life, changing only minute details that never fail to make Izuku gasp in pure bliss. Izuku’s fingers tangle in Shouto’s hair, nails tenderly scraping his scalp, each gesture punctuated with whispered praise that makes him shiver. No matter how many times he’s done this, Shouto never gets tired of how Izuku reacts just like the very first time, cheeks flushed, eyelids falling like heavy curtains as he throws his head back and moans, wanton.
Shouto only stops once he can taste him on his tongue, sliding down his throat as he swallows around his cock, eager to take it all, not wasting a single drop. It’s wonderful. And he would have been content with that, even if his own erection is still straining, borderline painful, that little euphoric smile on Izuku’s face is all he really needs.
Of course, Izuku always seems to disagree with him when it comes to this, always up for however many rounds it takes to leave Shouto utterly spent.
He isn’t about to complain when Izuku easily picks him up off the floor, holding him up to his chest and carrying him over to their bedroom, the ribbon sliding from around his hips and laying forgotten halfway to their destination.
Izuku gently lays him on the bed, hovering over him to steal even more of his breath away, humming contentedly when he tastes the memory of himself on Shouto’s tongue. As if unwrapping a present of his own, Izuku peels the remaining clothes off of Shouto’s body, painstakingly slow and smirking all the while, the Santa hat still on his head somehow making the scene feel just a little wrong in the rightest way. Slowly, he starts his usual routine, kissing Shouto’s bare skin everywhere that makes him tremble and gasp, lingering on the insides of his thighs the closer he gets to his dick.
He knows exactly when Shouto is at his limit, not wasting another moment to reach into a drawer and take the bottle of lube and what appears to be a brand-new box of condoms. Shouto raises an eyebrow at the red and white decorations on the box and decides not to think too much about it, especially when Izuku starts spreading the cold liquid on his fingers before pushing them inside him. His eyes flutter closed and Shouto brings one hand over to slowly stroke himself, sighing in a semblance of relief at the stimulation he so craved.
“You look so good like this Shouto… Keep touching yourself for me… I’m getting hard already.”
Even if Izuku hadn’t asked him, Shouto wasn’t exactly planning on stopping, but that low voice, dripping with a heady desire that never fails to make his entire body feel like it’s literally catching fire, only makes it feel so much better. Another shiver runs down his spine when Izuku adds one more finger, then another, carefully stretching him as he curls them inside him, hitting that sweet spot and drawing soft grunts of pleasure out of him.
“How does it feel, Shouto? Enjoying your gift?”
Shouto hums, thoughts a little hazy from the pleasure flooding his brain. “Want more…” He finally manages to say, words a little slurred as he pushes himself further onto Izuku’s fingers.
“Greedy, are we?” Izuku chuckles, but removes his fingers all the same, fiddling with the wrapper before sliding the condom on. “But I suppose I can thrust you so far down the naughty list you won’t ever get out.”
With that, Izuku pushes Shouto’s legs up to his chest, knees bent and his arms hooking beneath them, and settles himself between them. Shouto holds his breath in anticipation as Izuku lines himself up, leaning close before thrusting into him with one swift snap of his hips. Head falling back against the mattress, Shouto groans, feeling every inch sliding out as Izuku pulls his hips back, smiling against his neck, then sheathes himself down to the hilt in one go once more.
“How’s that for more?” He asks, just a little breathless as he starts sucking on sensitive skin.
“Y-you could… do better…” Shouto lets out, a little smirk dancing on his lips at Izuku’s outraged interjection.
“That so?” Izuku pulls back and, for a heartbeat, Shouto almost thinks he’ll stop altogether as some sort of punishment, but instead he flashes him a lewd grin then grabs his ankles and takes them to rest on his shoulders. “You’re flexible, right?”
Shouto doesn’t get a single word out before Izuku thrusts back in, leaning over him in such a way that he has no choice but to completely fold to his will, in every sense possible. He inadvertently lifts off the bed, this new angle perfect for Izuku to make him see stars almost every time he pushes into him. Even being quiet most of the time, Shouto can’t help the little whimpers when Izuku fucks him like he’s on a mission to make him forget everything that isn’t him, his cock filling him so sweetly. Nothing else can satisfy this hunger inside him, only Izuku, his moans, his praises, his cries, his touches…
“Ah, Shouto, you feel amazing. Fuck, if I keep this up…”
Izuku moves Shouto’s right leg aside just enough to sneak his hand between them, adjusting the position to keep thrusting as he starts to stroke him in time with his hips’ snaps. All the sensations become too much for him to handle and all Shouto can really do is let out a string of curses and grip the sheets above his head, squeezing his eyes shut as his every nerve comes alive with overwhelming pleasure. He can feel the little tingle of his quirk stirring just beneath his fingertips, but he doesn’t have a strong enough grip on his consciousness to actually care, only fleetingly wondering how long it’s been since he’s ruined a set of sheets.
“Izuku…” His husband’s name tips from his lips, unbidden but so right, and it sounds like he’s begging for mercy.
Leaning down even further, Izuku kisses him sloppily but with such fervour Shouto can’t possibly think it’s anything but perfect. He can’t really move to meet Izuku’s thrusts, fully pinned down by his solid weight on him, knocking the breath right out of him. But he can feel the heat building in his gut, the pressure ready to snap any second now.
His orgasm blindsides him, but even as he quivers, Izuku doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent his pace the tiniest bit, and Shouto can only cry out, much louder than he’s used to and sounding a little too lust-drunk. His release coats his stomach and chest, some of it even sticking to his chin in such a way that he can actually taste it when his tongue lolls out as he pants.
It’s only when Shouto is about to go mad with overstimulation that Izuku stills, a drawn-out moan melting onto his tongue when they meet in another desperate kiss and Shouto brings his hands to card his fingers through his husband’s locks. He is almost surprised to find the Santa hat still firmly tucked behind his ears, haphazardly tugging it off and throwing the ridiculous thing across the room.
They have to take a few long minutes to catch their breaths, Izuku slowly slipping out of Shouto and leaving him to shiver at the loss while he gets rid of the red condom. He returns moments later with a warm washcloth, licking some of the cum off Shouto’s dick and making him whine from the sensitivity before actually cleaning off the rest as gently as possible. Izuku kisses his skin wherever the cloth touches, as if sealing the warmth where it seeps into him, until he finally reaches his mouth, taking his sweet time to taste the pleasure still lingering there.
“If this is the type of gift I’m getting every time we miss Christmas, I’m signing up for Holiday duty every year.” Shouto breathes when he finally recovers some semblance of coherence.
“We could make it our family tradition.” Izuku grins, mischievous yet still sounding entirely serious. “And we order takeout at the end!” He announces excitedly, already diving for his phone charging on the bedside table.
“Oh, I approve of this tradition. Chinese, please.”
“I was feeling Thai, actually?”
“That works.”
“Perfect.”
Shouto snakes his arms around Izuku’s waist, pulling him close and letting his temperature rise to warm them both as he places the order. “Wake me up when food is here.” He mumbles, sleepy.
“Yessir, but I’m not going to be responsible for missing items in your order.”
Huffing in amusement, Shouto just nuzzles Izuku’s stomach. “Consider it my gift to you, then.”
Something akin to a purr rumbles in his throat when his husband pets his head, chuckling. “Don’t worry, that was a gift for me as much as it was for you.” Izuku whispers softly, and that’s just fine with Shouto.