With recent developments, Todoroki had ignored the rising pile of paper work. He was now overflown with it and decided to pull an all nighter to get it done.

"You sure you don't want any help? I can do some..." Kirishima was sat on Todoroki's bed, watching the dual haired type at his desk.

"You haven't been doing the same cases as me, it won't make sense to you." He answered, eyes glued to the screen. He'd been at it for about 2 hours now, or maybe 3, he wasn't really paying attention.

"Tch. That bastard should have put us as partners." Bakugou grumbled, he was leaning on the door frame, arms crossed. 'That bastard' being Endeavour - he partnered the two of them with more experienced heroes rather than each other. Todoroki didn't mind too much, he would obviously work well with Bakugou but as he was learning the ropes it's probably better to be with someone more experienced.

"Thanks for trying to help, but I'll work better on my own." Todoroki muttered distractedly, he'd spelt a word so wrong even the laptop couldn't autocorrect it.

"Ooh! I'll get you snacks. And some water. Or do you want some tea? Maybe coffee would be better if you're staying up. But you shouldn't stay up too much! Maybe decaf coffee-"

"- Shut up, shitty hair." Bakugou interrupted Kirishima's rambling, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and tugging him out of the door.

"Don't drink my fucking coffee." Was Bakugou's final words before he slammed the door shut.

...

Kirishima had come in 8 times in the past 2 hours. Todoroki was a patient person in his older age but with added stress of paperwork and lack of sleep - he was starting to get to the edge. Bakugou had gone out to his night shift around 6 hours ago so Kirishima was probably just bored.

"Heeeeey dude, how's the pa-"

"Kirishima."

The red head in question burst through the door yet again. Todoroki inwardly winced at the way his goofy smile dropped slightly at his harsh interruption.

"You don't have to keep checking up on me. Thank you - but it's distracting." He wasn't good at controlling his facial expressions when tired, so he was pretty certain he was glaring.

"Oh... My bad, I didn't realise..." Kirishima chuckled awkwardly, looking down. Todoroki's stiff heart strings pulled a little.

"Sorry, I'm tired and stressed. I didn't mean to be harsh." He sighed, rubbing his eyes roughly.

"Why don't you take a break for a bit? You've been going for hours." The red head came to thread his fingers into white part of his hair, scratching lightly. Todoroki found himself quickly leaning into the touch.

"I can't... I need this done." He snapped out of his little moment, pulling away from Kirishima's hand. He regretted it the moment he did it. It felt nice.

"Just a small break?" The red head pushed, concern lacing his voice.

"No..." Todoroki was barely listening, focusing back on his paper work.

"You should at least tidy up - look at all those wrappers under your desk, Bakugou's gonna flip." Kirishima knelt beside his chair, looking at the mess that had been piling up. It was Kirishima's fault - he kept bringing snacks.

"Mhm..." He mindlessly replied, backspacing the whole of his last couple sentences.

"Woah! Is that one of my socks? I've been looking for that!" Kirishima crawled under his desk, knocking the chair slightly. He righted the chair without complaint, not listening.

Todoroki was focused. He was going to get 2 weeks worth of paper work done in one night. Bakugou told him it was impossible, which meant he was going to put in his all to prove the blonde wrong. He'd gotten about a third of the way though and it was almost 4am... maybe a little tight on time but if he really focused then he definitely was-

Wait.

His pants and boxers were at his ankles.

His pants and boxers were at his ankles?

His pants and boxers were at his ankles!?

"Wha- what? Kirishima?" Todoroki looked down, the red head was grinning up and him, knelt between his legs under the desk. His flaccid Shouto Jr just sitting in front of his face.

"Dude you were fully out of it! You literally lifted up your hips for me so I could take them off." Kirishima laughed underneath him. The breath hit him in a sensitive spot, he fidgeted in reply. He was still too dazed to even begin to comment on what was going on.

"You better keep going with your paper work, you wanna finish it all tonight, right?" Kirishima conversed, innocently groping his bare thighs.

"U-um what... you - okay." Todoroki fumbled, this was probably just Kirishima teasing him again right? Maybe after a while he'll get bored and finally leave him in peace. Where did he put that file again? In no time, he was fully focused on his work, forgetting the red head between his legs. Normally he probably would've gotten hard just looking at the sight but with the weight of the paper work and severe tiredness - he couldn't focus on anything else right now. Maybe he should add some more detail on this passage... or he can include the extra information in the logbook? No, he should put it...

His fingers froze on the keyboard. In his daze, he noticed the sudden change in temperature around his dick.

It was warm...

And...

... Wet?

He looked down.

Kirishima was sucking his dick. His Shouto Jr.

He could only stare in absolute shock. He's never been sucked before. It felt fucking amazing. Kirishima was bobbing terribly slowly, using his tongue to rub just under his head.

"Nghh..." Todoroki tore his gaze away to the computer screen. It was looking a lot less enticing. He closed his eyes to try to regain some kind of composure. Paperwork. He NEEDS to do his paperwork. But there's currently a super hot red head sucking his dick under the desk. He can do this again with Kirishima some other time... He doesn't have any choice but to do his paperwork now, right? Kirishima's mouth was proving to be very distracting though...

As if reading Todoroki's mind, Kirishima started sucking harder and a faster pace, manhandling his thighs to spread open more. He gripped the desk with inhuman strength, breathing heavily. He swore he felt Kirishima's lips curl up in a smirk.

"No... Kirishima- paperwo-ngghh.." He dipped his head, quietly moaning. His thighs were shaking uncontrollably, unable to move under the tightness of the red heads grip. As his head now faced downwards he caught sight of Kirishima, looking back up at him playfully. His cheeks were red and eyes watering slightly. What really tripped Todoroki over the edge was the way Kirishima knelt with his thighs spread, sensually moving his hand down to his trousers and touching himself.

. It was so addicting. The things the others did to him. He couldn't get enough. It felt so good. It's almost like he's drugged - once it starts he can't think of anything else.

What the hell has gotten into him?

And suddenly it was all over, the warmth leaving him. He felt like he was in a haze, not fully comprehending what just happened. He was so tired, frazzled but unbelievably content. It was like he just woke up from a dream and was quickly forgetting what happened. Kirishima was wiping his mouth with his hand.

"Do you want me to..." Todoroki wasn't even sure what he was asking.

Kirishima didn't get to finish right? Was he supposed to do something about that?

"Oh no, I'm all good - as you can see..." The red head chuckled, there was a large wet patch on his trousers.

"How did you..." He was lost, Kirishima wouldn't have been able to get a good grip in his position.

"Dude, you're literally a wet dream. I had to hold myself back." The red head revealed, shamelessly.

"Oi, what are you two fuckers still doing awa... What the fuck!"

It seems Bakugou just got back.

Todoroki was obviously still too out of it to hear him come in.

It was probably quite the sight. Todoroki's dick still hanging out, Kirishima grinning just next to it.

"Um..." Todoroki started intelligently.

"What the fuck is all that trash doing under your desk - are you incapable of using a bin Halfy?! I have to do fucking everything!" Bakugou snapped, swiftly stomping out of the room - probably to go get a bin bag or something.

"Dude! I'm still under here..." Kirishima whined.