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Kirishima always felt a little nervous before a new job. It was healthy, after all. It kept him alert and prepared and ready for anything. He was never afraid of something going wrong, or the person he worked for, or even that he isn't sure why he's there. There's just a general jittery feeling of something new.
Part of it was probably excitement, he figured, as he rode the elevator up to the floor he was directed to by the lady at the front desk. He hasn't had a source of income since the old guy he worked for died from a heart attack. He needed the money but also something to do. Going to the gym could only keep him occupied for so long, and Bakubro was always yelling at him to get out of the apartment more. It might have seemed rude, but it was just Bakugo's way of showing that he cares.
He smiled as he watched the floor number indicator go up and up but compose himself quickly. He was here to work and needed to be professional. A stone bodyguard with a stone face, he reminded himself. Even though that’s not really who he is. No, Kirishima knew that he was a smiley guy. But he also knew most people didn’t want their hired muscle to be grinning ear to ear at anybody that’s passing by.
The numbers climbed past what Kirishima even assumed there were floors in the building, but he was going to the top and was almost there. With his last few seconds, he ran over his normal checklist.
Listen to orders.
Follow orders.
Satisfy client.
He's mentally repeating them for the third time, a routine of his to help calm him down, when the elevator opens. Flaming green hair and a vicious smile greeted him when he stepped out, and a hand was stuck out towards him.
"Hello, you must be Kirishima," she said as he returned the handshake. "You can call me Burnin'. I'm Endeavor-san's assistant. You can follow me this way."
She turned on a dime, starting down the hallway with Kirishima following dutifully. As he kept pace slightly behind her, Burnin' continued talking.
"So onto what you're to do. You will be watching Endeavor's son Todoroki Shouto. He's a bit of a brat, so watch out. You will keep him in the penthouse, you will keep him safe, you will keep him out of trouble."
She stopped in front of a door and unlocked it with a keycard, but instead of opening it, she rested her hand on the knob. Her gaze met Kirishima's and held still.
"Any questions?"
Kirishima shook his head once. "Keep him here, keep him safe, keep him out of trouble. All clear."
For a moment, she eyed him up and down with an eyebrow hitched up, seemingly unimpressed. When they made eye contact again, her lips pulled into a feisty smirk.
"I like you, Red," she opened the door finally and nodded for him to enter. "Good luck. With him, you'll need it."
Before he could respond to her slightly unnerving words, the door slammed behind him, effectively changing the mood to something more serious. Looking around at what's immediately in front of him, Kirishima figured this was the nicest place he's ever been. Sleek whites and blacks made up the floor and walls with a collection of silver light fixtures hanging daintily from the ceiling. Large windows took up two walls opening up a beautiful view of the skyline that must double the cost of the place. The furnishings were delicate and openly spaced, effectively filling the room in a clearly planned way. The whole place looked straight out of a catalog.
Including the man draped across the deep black chaise lounge. Unblemished pale skin and a long, lithe body were wrapped in tight black pants and a knit white turtleneck that served to accentuate the elegance of his form. Tight sleeves revealed toned arms that lead to soft hands adorned with perfectly manicured fingernails. A strong jaw and sharp cheekbones lead to piercing grey and turquoise eyes that bore into his own and captivated Kirishima for too long of a moment. The one imperfection on the man was the angry pink scar that wrapped around his left eye. However, it only added to the intrigue; it was a mystery, a story.
He cleared his throat and bowed slightly. "You must be Todoroki Shouto. I'm Kirishima Eijiro. It's nice to meet you." When he lifted his head, heterochromatic eyes continued to hold him in place.
Todoroki set down the book that he'd been thumbing through when Kirishima arrived. He stood and stalked towards Kirishima, his steps casual but graceful. Kirishima stuck out a hand for him to shake, but Todoroki only gave it a cursory glance before he continued moving. Like a shark, he circled Kirishima studying him up and down.
Dropping his hand awkwardly, Kirishima stood still as Todoroki continued his inspection. He was used to this treatment. While not everyone was brazen enough to be so thorough in their examination, he knew that some people liked to get a closer look at what he brought to the table. He knew how he came off-- all sharp edges, his hair, his teeth, the musculature he worked hard to keep up, and without his casual, friendly attitude, he could be a rather intimidating sight. He branded himself as a brick wall, red in color, around two hundred centimeters tall, and near unbreakable. Something about Todoroki was different from other clients, though. The feeling of his eyes on him was less curious and more like a predator sizing up prey.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" he addressed Todoroki again.
With one more scan up and down, Todoroki met his gaze. He exhaled sharply through his nose, a dry laugh as if unimpressed.
"Dad really knows how to pick em'." He turned then and headed back where he was previously seated, leaving Kirishima stunned. Was he supposed to respond to that?
The man, who resumed with his reading, was nothing like what Kirishima had expected. In jobs before where he dealt with so-called "bratty types," they were always chatty, spoiled, and trying to get a rise out of anyone, including him. Todoroki was likely still trying to get a rise out of him with that comment, but outside of that, he was colder and quieter.
As unexpected as it was, Kirishima resigned himself to an easy night and found his spot next to the door. He swept his eyes over the penthouse a few more times to get accustomed to his surroundings, taking in small details- exits, vulnerable spots, expensive items- that he likely wouldn't need to know. It was the best way to stay alert, though. It's all too easy to get lost in his head when he's stuck standing watch for hours at a time. Meticulously studying the room through quick glances kept him watching and kept him entertained—a win-win in his book.
It was mostly quiet in the room. The only noise was the soft classical music playing through a speaker on the fireplace mantle and the occasional sound of paper as Todoroki turned a page in the book he was reading. Kirishima tried to catch the book's title in one of his glances but could only make out the words "shadows" and "wild west." He mentally shrugged it off, though, since it wasn't really important. What was important was that it had already been an hour since Kirishima arrived, and Todoroki hadn't moved from his spot. Kirishima kept checking his watch more frequently after that, that strange addiction to looking at the time while waiting for some event to end growing in him.
It was eleven on the dot when Todoroki moved. With swift, efficient movements, he set his book down, stood, and disappeared to his room.
It surprised Kirishima, but it had been a long time since he arrived, and he figured the man was either tired or perhaps needed to use the bathroom. There was only one exit to the penthouse, and he was guarding it, so he didn't make any move to follow the man.
It must've been thirty minutes later when he came back out, and it was highly apparent why he was in there that long. Gone was the polished yet casual clothes and loose, straight split-down-the-middle red and white hair. Instead, it was styled back with gel, sleek and perfect save for the few loose strands that hung down around his eyes. In place of the turtleneck was a sheer black mesh button-up with blue and red floral patterns embroidered to wrap around his form. It was tied together with tight leather pants with laces on the outside of each leg leading down to clunky black boots.
He looked ready for a runway or a photoshoot as he strolled straight toward the front door of the penthouse without a passing glance in Kirishima's direction. Just when he was beginning to reach for the door handle, Kirishima slid to the side to block him.
"Where are you going?" Kirishima asked skeptically, as Todoroki aimed a pointed look up at him.
"Out." He spoke with such confidence Kirishima wasn't sure what to think. Did he think Kirishima was intimidated and would just let him go, or did he genuinely not know he wasn't allowed to go out?
"You know you aren't supposed to go anywhere? I'm here to make sure you stay here," he said, one eyebrow raised, figuring it worked as a response to either option.
Todoroki's eyebrows rose slightly. "Says who?" He sounded innocent enough, but there was a lilt to his voice that told Kirishima he knew precisely what he was doing.
"Your father, the man who is paying me."
"You think I listen to him?" The corners of his lips twitched as he held back a smirk.
"It doesn't matter whether you do or not. I do and was told to keep you her-"
He was cut off by Todoroki grabbing his shoulder with a hand of flame and bringing a knee up to destroy the redhead's balls. Years of experience saved him, and he hardened his body to protect from the burns and the hit. At the impact of his knee, Todoroki yelped and hopped back, favoring his left leg, the other knee obviously injured.
It was hardly a second before Todoroki regrouped and attacked again, this time sending a small wave of ice at him. A properly timed punch was all it took to stop that, which annoyed Todoroki. The shorter man growled and aimed a glare at Kirishima, his eyes filled with fire, before going in again. No hesitation.
He fought with anger, aiming a fiery blast at his face as he placed an icy hand on Kirishima's muscled chest to coat it in a sheet of frost. Without waiting to see how he handled the attacks, he grabbed the bodyguard's head in his hands and released his power.
Kirishima was startled. These attacks could likely kill someone. Fortunately, Kirishima wasn't just someone. He stared unflinchingly into Todoroki's merciless glare as he withstood the continual onslaught of opposing elements until the shorter man huffed in defeat and withdrew his hands.
"Well, aren't you durable," he spit, his arms crossed against his chest. Todoroki turned on his heel and started stomping away, only to turn back to Kirishima with a finger aimed at his chest. Kirishima instinctively activated his quirk across his torso, but there was no need as the other man simply continued talking.
"I'm going out," he stated firmly, clearly meant as a command.
"I can't let you do that. You have to stay here." Kirishima gave him a sympathetic look hoping it would help convince him.
Todoroki only huffed in annoyance. "It's boring here. I have things I want to do."
"Can't you find something to do here? I mean, you entertained yourself with that book for almost two hours. I'm sure there's something here to do," he tried.
"No! I want to go out, I want to…" he drifted out of his indignant arguing as his eyes grew wide only to narrow again, and a smirk pulled at his lips.
Kirishima wasn't sure whether or not to be unnerved by the near-predatory look being aimed at him. He watched warily as Todoroki took a step closer to him, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"Maybe you aren't as stupid as I originally thought, big guy." His voice held something dangerous in it as he continued closer to Kirishima until they were almost pressed against each other. He would have taken a step back to put some space in between them, but the door was directly behind him, and he had nowhere to go.
"Uh, thanks?" There was a tremor in his voice he hadn't intended.
"Oh yeah, you're completely right." Dual colored eyes gazed up at him. Then suddenly, there was a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down so he could feel Todoroki's breath across his lips. "There is something to do here."
Then lips were pressed forcefully against his own. Kirishima tried to pull away, but the hand on his neck was keeping him firmly in place. It wasn't until the hand moved that he was able to pull back with a surprised gasp.
"Wha- What was that?" He asked, voice an octave higher than before. The hand that was at his neck before was now working at unbuttoning his fitted black shirt, as its owner focused on his present task. He didn't respond until he finished and reached up to slide the shirt off of Kirishima's shoulders, so it fell and pooled on the floor.
"A kiss," he stated simply. His hands wandered down and up Kirishima's arms, focusing on the musculature present before moving on to run them down the redhead's bare chest.
Kirishima was frozen where he stood, left to simply watch and experience the sensations of the other man's treatment. "I- I know that! But why are you doing thi-" he yelped as one of his nipples was pinched between chilled fingers.
"Just like you said," Todoroki began as he maintained the assault of Kirishima's chest. "I want to go out and do things." He brought his left hand up to switch the attack of cold to one of heat, the intense temperature difference causing Kirishima to jump again. "You won't let me, and said I should instead find something to do here." He slid his hands up to the broad shoulders in front of him and then down to grasp firmly at the man's wrists. "So I've decided I'll do you."
Todoroki gave a rough tug that knocked Kirishima off his balance, left to stumble as he was all but dragged across the room and the threshold of the smaller man's bedroom. He tried to glance around the room, but then those lips were on his again, and despite himself, his eyes slipped close as he was held there. They were soft and slightly damp and somehow hot and cold at the same time. It was entrancing. He didn't mean to, but he felt himself start to kiss back.
Todoroki hummed against his lips and brought his arms up and around Kirishima's neck to pull him in deeper and push him in the direction of the bed.
When Kirishima felt the other man's tongue press at the seam of his lips, he forced himself to pull away. However, his momentum was used against him as he tripped over a bump of ice and fell back onto the mattress.
Todoroki looked positively ravenous as he studied Kirishima's flushed face and rosy skin that traveled down to his chest. He leaned forward to continue but was stopped by a cement barrier that was Kirishima's hand.
"Why are you doing this?" The redhead panted, eyebrows drawn together as he eyed the other man with confusion and apprehension.
"I gave you an explanation already."
Kirishima shook his head. This wasn't professional. He shouldn't- they shouldn't be doing this. "I'm here for work, to keep you here, I-I'm not supposed to-" A finger, far colder than he was prepared for, grazed his lips, leaving a thin crystalline frost that stuck them together.
"I'm not going out. You're doing your job just right," Todoroki purred, pushing into the firm hand holding him away until it softened and gave, letting him fall onto the Herculean man beneath him and press his face into the junction where his neck met his shoulder. Sending his hands roaming every crevice of the redhead, he brought a bit of skin between his lips and sucked .
Kirishima keened, his hips lifting off the bed involuntarily in an aborted search for friction. His mind was whirling, overwhelmed by sensation and conflict. He wasn't sure how to get Todoroki to stop- if he even wanted him to stop, but he'd never been with a man before, like this at least.
He'd had some experience with dating, making out, having sex… but he was always in control. With his body, virtually everyone is smaller than him, and they'd all wanted him to fuck them senseless, and he never questioned it. He never questioned it until Todoroki lifted his head and blew a chilled breath on the newly forming bruise.
Another moan, deeper this time, escaped the redhead's lips. "Todo-roki…"
A quick press of lips and Todoroki met his eyes. "Call me Shouto." Then the kiss continued, open-mouthed and dominant. The tongue in his mouth felt like fire as it pressed and rubbed against his own only to chill in seconds as if there was an ice cube sliding against his tongue. It dawned on Kirishima then that Todoroki was using his quirk to pleasure him; not exactly a new concept to him, but this was a new level.
Todoroki pulled back and made quick work of removing his shirt. The top had been see-through and did nothing to hide him but seeing his shirtless form was something else. Kirishima knew he was toned, but with nothing obscuring the other man's chest, he could really appreciate it. His chest was hairless, but as he brought his gaze lower to his well-defined abdomen, there was a generous trail leading below his leather pants split down the middle the same as the hair on his head. The apprehension he had was near wholly gone when he noticed the obvious tent in the black leather.
"See something you like, big guy?" Slender fingers played at the waistband of Kirishima's pants while another hand worked at his belt.
Entranced by watching Todoroki's actions, he had the sense to nod in response.
A deep sultry chuckle filled the air, goosebumps following its wake up Kirishima's arms." As cute as you are all flustered like that, I want you to use your words."
Being called cute wasn't something he'd heard before, and the amount it made him blush was new as well. His eyes flitted away to look at nothing, unable to hold the gaze of the man above him, and he chewed at his bottom lip.
That was until Todoroki shoved his leg between Kirishima's thighs, his knee pressing roughly against his hardening cock.
" Shouto..." His head threw back involuntarily, and he moaned.
An excited glint shone in Todoroki's eye at the sound, and he repeated the action with his knee to hear it again. "That's a good boy," he praised, leaning it and capturing the redhead's lips again.
Having Kirishima prone under him, sprawled against the deep grey duvet, a flush down to his heavily panting chest, and slightly dazed eyes gazing up at him… Todoroki had never seen anything so erotic. Once he was sure the other man's lips were swollen and bruising from his assault, he moved his attention down- chin, neck, chest.
Kirishima's breaths were coming faster as he squirmed against the intensity of Todoroki's attention. His skin felt like fire, and he felt hyper-aware of every touch, every point of contact. The knee between his legs, the hand pressed against his hip that began to inch upward, the hair brushing lightly against his forehead, and the mouth grazing, sucking, licking, biting . Far more noises than he'd care to admit slipped from his lips, and when that mouth- chilled from Todoroki's quirk -found his nipple, the gasps and keens became words.
"Oh, f-fuck! Sho-," it flew from his lips out of his control. That tongue swirled around and flicked at his sensitive nub, just as the roaming hand reached the other one and gave it a quirk-heated pinch. "Fuck! Hnn- god, Sho...to."
Todoroki pulled away from him, a cocky smirk on his face that could rival Bakugo's. "For standing so quiet all night at the door, you sure are vocal."
Embarrassment bubbled in Kirishima's chest, and he shook his head in protest, closing his eyes to avoid looking at the smaller man. It was too much, all the words and the touches.
"Don't deny it, big guy. Being bratty doesn't suit you," Todoroki whispered in his ear, giving the lobe a nip. His hands trailed back down, picking up where they left off with his belt. Already undone, Todoroki pulled it out from his belt loops and held it for a moment, giving it a considering look.
"Now, should I tie your wrists together with this?" He sat up, running his hand over the leather. "You'd look so fucking good like that…" he drawled, voice low.
Kirishima felt his dick twitch at his words. Watching him fiddle with the belt for a moment and then throw it over his shoulder.
"But you could always break it, it's really cheap fake leather, and anyway…" he popped the button on Kirishima's pants and started wiggling them down the redhead's thighs, exposing the generous bulge held under tight black briefs. "I think I'll enjoy the feeling of you desperately clawing at my back as I fuck you."
With that, he slipped his left hand down Kirishima's briefs and took his cock in his hand, giving in a quick overly-warm jerk. The larger man beneath him gasped, his hands grasping desperately at the expensive sheets as he writhed and bucked his hips up into Todoroki's hand.
The hand pulled away quickly. "Tch, keep those hips still, big guy. Be a good boy, alright?" he chided, a single white eyebrow cocked, waiting for a response.
"Sorry," Kirishima panted, desperate to get that hand back on him. "I'll be good."
Todoroki licked his lips, eyes wide with something Kirishima would describe as hunger. "I'm holding you to that."
Then the hand returned to his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before continuing its short but fast jerks. Todoroki's other hand, the unforgivingly icy one, put a firm weight on Kirishima's hip, frost slowly spreading outward from where it sat, to hold the redhead in place.
The drastic difference in the sensations combined with the increasing speed of Todoroki's hand, and the introduction of the smaller man's knee putting a gentle pressure against his balls, Kirishima couldn't keep himself quiet. It took all his self-control not to move his hips, not to break through Todoroki's grip and thrust into his hand, so everything out of his mouth was instinctual and involuntary.
"Sho- sho, fuck," he chanted the other's name, his voice getting embarrassingly high pitched.
The hand around his cock squeezed a little harder. "Yeah, baby? You wanna cum? Wanna cum like a good boy for me?"
"Yes! Fuck- wanna, cum." As the words spilled from his tongue, Todoroki picked up the pace. He was close, he was so fucking close. "Hnnn, gonna-"
The hand stopped and pulled away, as did all points of contact. Kirishima hadn't even realized his eyes were screwed shut until he had to pry them apart to see why Todoroki wasn't touching him anymore. He had been so close, right on the edge, but he could feel it fading away now.
Todoroki's face was a stone again. Just like when Kirishima first showed up at the penthouse. A blank slate, with no emotion. His eyes bore into Kirishima's, sending goosebumps up the bodyguard's arms and chest.
Then as Kirishima's heavy breathing began to slow and the silence stretched for far too long, the shit-eating, predatory, I'm-gonna-tear-you-to-fucking-shreds smirk spread across his face. Todoroki's hands dropped to his pants, undoing the buttons and zipper. He stepped out of them slowly, and Kirishima gulped as he realized the other man hadn't been wearing underwear, his crimson eyes fixed on the smaller man's impressive size.
Now completely naked other than the thin silver choker around his neck and the dainty threader earring in his right lobe, Todoroki took two steps back toward the bed and loomed over Kirishima.
"I kinda wanted to take my time with you, edging you over and over… but my patience is wearing thin," he spoke quietly, almost a whisper, but the words rang through Kirishima's head as if he shouted them.
Todoroki grabbed a small bottle from his bedside table and uncapped it, pouring the slippery clear liquid on his left hand. He moved closer, resting one knee on the bed in between the larger man's legs. With his clean hand, he shoved under Kirishima's knee and pushed up.
"Knees bent, legs spread, now," he ordered, a growling noise coming from the back of his throat.
Kirishima complied, pulling both feet onto the mattress so his knees were bent and a little farther than shoulder-width apart, presenting his hole. Under the other man's intense gaze, he could feel the ring of muscle involuntarily fluttering, and an embarrassed squeak spilled from his lips.
"Don't be shy, big guy," he said, lubed hand grasping Kirishima's length and stroking it twice, then coming up to circle the head with his palm. "It's only natural that your body's excited for me."
His hand slid down then, across the redhead's balls and taint, coming to rest on the twitching hole. Spreading lube around the area, he began to press gently, one index finger pushing in.
Kirishima whimpered at the sensation and immediately clamped down in surprise. The smaller man shushed him gently and leaned in toward his face to whisper in his ear.
"Just relax. It'll hurt a lot more if you don't." There was a humor in his voice that Kirishima wasn't sure if he liked, but that didn't stop him from nodding obediently and trying his best to do what was ordered. Taking a deep breath, he let himself go limp.
This time Todoroki was able to push in past the second knuckle smoothly. He pumped it in and out, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace at the larger man's pleasured gasps. He added a second finger, likely a little too soon, but Kirishima didn't put up any fight, as he scissored them to help the stretch. "Fuck you're tight, gonna squeeze around my cock so good."
Kirishima was utterly speechless at the feeling of Todoroki's long slender fingers stroking and stretching him. Every pistoning movement reaching farther than the one before. But it was nothing compared to the moment those, borderline unbearably hot, fingers curled and hit the perfect spot inside of him, and he screamed.
Todoroki relished in the noise, attacking the redhead's prostate ruthlessly, needing to hear that sound again, only stopping when Kirishima's quirk activated, and his hardened claws began ripping his expensive sheets apart.
Pulling his fingers away, he ran his hand across Kirishima's thigh, smiling softly at him. "I know I never asked, even though it's perfectly obvious. You've never bottomed before, have you?"
"No," he managed to whine in between heaving breaths.
"Figures. People probably meet you and only see a big dick they can ride, but feeling you like this around my fingers and those sweet noises you make… you're born to bottom, big guy." As he spoke, Todoroki grabbed the lube and slicked up his cock.
Kirishima couldn't stop shivering. He wasn't sure if it was out of anticipation or the frosty hand pushing his legs even further apart than they already were so Todoroki could press his cockhead against Kirishima's twitching hole. Either way, he couldn't help but watch as the man pushed agonizingly closer until he slid the tip in.
If having heated fingers in him was pleasure, this was ecstasy. The burn of the stretch hurt, but Kirishima was used to pain. Now he was starting to think he liked it. He wanted more.
Todoroki groaned but didn't push any farther. As if reading the other man's mind, he leaned in to nip at Kirishima's neck as he taunted, "if you want more, you gotta beg for it, red."
Kirishima whimpered, a pathetic noise but one he figured Todoroki would like. "Please, Sho…"
Then there was heat and pain, as the smaller man took his left and squeezed Kirishima's hip hard enough to bruise. "You can do better than that, big guy. Tell me how much you want my cock. How much do you want it?"
"Oh God. Oh- Sho, want it, want it so bad-" The hand on his hip heated to the point Kirishima was sure Todoroki was branding his hand into his side. "SHOUTO! Ah, want your cock, want it, want it right now please oh please- Shouto."
Then hands were under his thighs, pushing them up to his chest until his knees touched his shoulders. His hips ached from the stretch, but he could hardly feel it, instead entirely overwhelmed by the smaller man leaning over him and sinking into him. For the first time of the night, Kirishima was pretty sure the groan that came from Todoroki was involuntary.
"F-fuck. You're a lot more flexible than you look." He pulled his hips back, agonizingly slow, before hammering back in hard enough to make the entire bed rock. "Fuck."
He repeated the motion the same way, each time drawing an increasingly higher pitched moan from the redhead. Sharp hardened nails gripped on his back for purchase, leaving long scratches and bleeding cuts on Todoroki's back. He'd been expecting this, wanted it even, but the stinging feeling of pain was better than he had hoped.
Kirishima wasn't present enough to realize the damage he was doing to the other man's back. He couldn't think, the sensitivity too high, as every thrust got Todoroki fully seated.
"You're so good, so good- fucking clamping down on my cock like that," Todoroki growled in Kirishima's ear before sinking his teeth into his neck in time with the next thrust.
It was then that Kirishima's nerves lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. That thrust had the smaller man hitting right against that same bundle of nerves as before.
"Shouto!" The redhead moaned loudly, tears springing in his eyes.
"God, you moan like a fucking whore, big guy." Todoroki sped up his pace, chasing his own pleasure. "Fuck. Bet you wanna cum, you wanna cum so bad. Cum on my cock like this, huh?"
Kirishima hardly registered the words, but he nodded and whined nonetheless. His neglected cock twitched uselessly against his abdomen, aching for release. "Please. Please. Please."
"Please what? You have to use your words, remember?" Todoroki taunted, his left hand sliding slightly closer to the redhead's dripping erection.
Kirishima whimpered, his eyes screwed shut as they rocked together. "P-please…"
"Just saying please- isn't getting you anywhere. I said use your fucking words." Todoroki was panting now, getting closer to his release, and he blew chilled air across Kirishima's face.
As the smaller man's pace got more sporadic, Kirishima's fingers tightened against Todoroki's shoulder blades. Everything felt so tight, his toes were curled, and he knew he was squeezing down around the other man. More tears escaped through his closed eyes as he finally cried out. "Please touch me! Please, Sho- touch… me."
"There you go, big guy. S'all you had to do." Todoroki's hand wrapped around his cock and gave a few sharp heated tugs up, and Kirishima was moaning high and loud.
"Fuck! Shou- gonna cum. Gonna, gonna-"
"Good- boy, Eijiro. You can cum. Fucking go ahead and cum on my cock like you want to," Todoroki groaned in Kirishima's ear, leaning most of his weight on the redhead as he tired and chased his own release desperately.
Kirishima came with a shout, spurting thick ropes of cum between them, leaving a mess up his torso to his neck. He whimpered softly with every thrust from Todoroki as he was fucked through his orgasm until the smaller man came shortly after with a cry of his own.
As it all slowed to a stop, Kirishima couldn't help but feel like his nerves had been set alight. He could still feel the pleasure from the cock in his ass and the ghost of pain at his hips where Todoroki had branded him.
Slowly pulling out of the redhead and moving to sit down on the bed next to him, Todoroki released a shaky breath of air. "Fuck…"
Also catching his breath, Kirishima glanced around hazily, blinking the tears out of his eyes. He raised a hand to wipe at them but stopped suddenly when he noticed the red on his now softened fingers. His eyes jumped to look at the other man's back, and he inhaled sharply at what he saw.
"Oh my god, I'm- I'm so sorry. Shout- Todoroki, your back," he said, scrambling to sit up and get a closer look to make sure the multiple bleeding cuts weren't too deep.
"Hmm?" Todoroki turned his head to look at him, seeming a little hazy himself. "Oh, it's fine."
"It's not fine," Kirishima demanded worriedly, eyes still trained on the smaller man's back. "I really got you- I'm so sorry, Todoroki. I'm sorry-"
"Hey." Todoroki grabbed the redhead's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. His tone was sharp, but it softened as he looked at Kirishima. "You don't have to apologize. It was worth it," he said, smirking softly and letting go of the other man. "Besides, I pretty much asked you to."
The gentle humor there surprised Kirishima. Looking into the other man's eyes, this wasn't the same Todoroki that was lounging on the couch when he first arrived or the one that practically tried to kill him. This Todoroki was warmer. It was like his iciness from before had thawed.
Kirishima sighed and leaned away, looking down at the shag carpet underneath his toes. "I know, but I still feel bad. You got a first aid kit somewhere?"
Todoroki shrugged. "I don't know. I never really pay attention to that stuff." He stood from the bed, rolling his shoulders out and not showing any sign of discomfort despite how the movement should agitate the wounds. He strolled over to the bathroom and returned with two hand towels, handing one to the redhead.
Kirishima took it with a soft thanks and started wiping the mess off his stomach. Despite focusing on that, he couldn't help it when his eyes flickered to Todoroki's back.
"Why do you feel so bad about it?" Todoroki asked, maneuvering his arm awkwardly to wipe at the blood that had begun to dry already.
"S'nothing," Kirishima grumbled under his breath, hanging his head. At a prod to his side, he jumped a bit and looked over at the other man.
"Come on, use your words, big guy." There was a teasing smirk on his face that morphed into a light chuckle when he noticed how Kirishima's cheeks reddened. "You know I wasn't sure how I felt about 'big guy' at first, but seeing how you respond is priceless."
Kirishima raised a hand to his hair and shook his head. Partially shy at the teasing, he was also still unused to the other man's friendlier side. Once the momentary embarrassment passed, he brought his eyes back to Todoroki. "One of the things I was told to do was to keep you safe, and I didn't do it. Your back is all messed up 'cause of me."
The smaller man's eyebrows raised. "Does this really count as failing to keep me safe?"
Kirishima shrugged. "I kind of think so. I try to take my job seriously."
Todoroki huffed in amusement. The redhead's tone was too pouty for the words he was saying. "Yeah?"
"Yes," he stated indignantly, if not a little whiny. "I have a checklist and everything."
"A checklist?" The smaller man rested his chin on his fist as he watched the expressions on Kirishima's face shift.
"Yes! Listen to orders, follow orders, satisfy client. It should be easy…" He paused, bowing his head and hiding his face in his hands. "It normally is easy. But I fucked up."
Kirishima sat there wallowing for a moment before he felt a cold hand rest on his shoulder. He straightened then and turned to Todoroki to look at the suspiciously innocent expression on his face.
"If you ask me, I think you did your checklist alright."
A crease formed between Kirishima's brows as he hummed his confusion.
"Your checklist is really more of a plan, the first two leading to the goal of the last one," it was as he spoke now that the arrogant smirk began to appear. "And as far as I'm concerned, no matter how bratty you were a few times... you definitely satisfied your client."
"Wha-? Oh." Kirishima made sure to roll his eyes at the joke, but a smile he couldn't hold back grew on his lips.
The only thing he got in response was a small fit of laughter from Todoroki. After that, they both went quiet, unsure of where to go from there. It was a few minutes of Kirishima being stuck with his own slightly panicked thoughts before Todoroki spoke again.
“You know, I um,” he paused, collecting his thoughts. It was the first time that night that he wasn’t confident in his words. “I don’t normally… hit things more than once, but uh, if you want, I can make sure this won’t be your last gig here.”
Unable to meet his eyes, a blush rose on Kirishima’s cheeks. Despite himself, and everything that had happened, he nodded. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
