Although Todoroki wanted to run back home with Bakugou - they both had hero work to do. Bakugou was already in hot water for not turning up the other day... The three of them did get a little caught up.

The rest of the day dragged slowly.

Every time, Shouto caught a glimpse of the blonde at the office, he was quickly reminded of the streaks of white smeared over flushed skin. He'd have to quickly avert his eyes and clench his jaw. Bakugou, who was trained in Shouto language - immediately realised what he was thinking about - an embarrassed blush exploding over his face and neck.

"I'M NOT FUCKING RED - FUCK OFF!"

~ ~ ~

To add to the increasing sexual frustration, Todoroki finished his paperwork early so arrived home earlier than expected. He'd have to wait another hour until Bakugou came home.

The door clicked shut behind him, almost echoing in the silent living room. Kirishima should have been back from his patrol - maybe he was napping. Quietly, Shouto slid his shoes off and wandered in the direction of his room. It was weirdly quiet, it was unfamiliar to not have the constant background noise of a TV or the muffled hiss of a shower.

"Fuck..."

Todoroki paused in the hallway.

Did he just hear-

"Haaah..."

His insides tingled at the suggestive tone. Not daring to make a sound, he tiptoed over to the source of the noise - Kirishima's door.

"Please... Katsuki-"

He almost choked. He was already so pent up from earlier, his dick seemed to spring up like it had finally been let off it's leash.

"Sho- Shouto..."

The door slammed open a little too aggressively as Todoroki burst into Kirishima's room.

He was not prepared.

Now staring at him, wide eyed and heavily flustered was the red head. He was sitting on his calves with thick thighs spread - fully naked. To top it off, a bright orange toy half thrusted into his hole. He was facing away from Shouto, so the view was clear as day.

Todoroki was pretty sure he just wheezed.

"Shit- sorry man. I didn't realise you were gonna be-" The flustered man stumbled over his words, embarrassed at being caught.

"Don't stop." Todoroki let the words tumble out before he'd really thought about them.

"Oh..." Kirishima paused his movement off the bed, shock clearly evident on his face.

Was he too forward?

"Sorry. You don't have to do anything - I'll... go." He backtracked, turning around to escape and contemplate his existence - he should change his name - maybe it was time to dye his hair...

"Wait-!" Kirishima stopped him, quickly reassuring,

"It's okay, I was just a bit shocked. I can... keep going."

He was quite surprised that the red head casually accepted his request. The other was starting to look excited by it actually...

"Okay..." Todoroki hovered in the doorway for slightly too long. He couldn't help but feel nervous and wildly out of his depth.

"Ah... Come here then." Kirishima encouraged, breathless as he began to move again.

Todoroki couldn't take his eyes off the bright object disappearing into the others cheeks - stumbling over a pair of familiar ripped jeans on his way.

Now Kirishima knew he was being watched he openly made a show of widening his legs, rolling his hips forwards so his ass looked fuller. The muscles of his thighs tensed and constricted as his body rose and fell, complimenting the movement of his wrist. Todoroki, hot under the collar, controlled his appearance by perching on the bed at a safe distance. He felt like a compressed spring - painfully waiting to burst.

"Do you- Do you do this often?" Todoroki mumbled, gaze raking up toned muscles of Kirishima's back. His fists clenched in his lap - he was so frustrated earlier that this certainly wasn't making anything easier.

"Ah... Everyone's been busy lately." The other half-replied, twisting to look over his shoulder, lips parted with laboured breathing.

Todoroki tried to ignore the uncomfortable tightness in his pants as he carefully reached forward to brush his fingers across bare skin.

"Haaah." The other sighed at the touch, a temporary shiver ran through his thighs.

Gaining a little more confidence, he squeezed the firm muscle, wrist brushing against Kirishima's as he continued to slowly piston the toy in and out.

He was going too slow for Todoroki's liking.

"So why do you- shit!" Kirishima yelped, as Todoroki's hand wrapped round his wrist, forcefully speeding up his pace.

"Shh." Todoroki hushed, rapidly becoming absorbed in watching. The other's breathing quickened at the new speed, letting his movement be controlled.

Todoroki could feel a raging heat rise within himself, licking hot stripes against his skin. He almost felt like he couldn't breathe, chest burning like a wildfire.

Take initiative.

"Ngh- This is- Ah!"

He shoved the red head forward, who barely managed to snap his arms out in time to save himself from a face plant.

The new position left Todoroki in full control. He shuffled closer, now able to push deeper.

"Fuck..." Kirishima dropped his head, hair fluttering over his eyes. His arms shook slightly, fists full of crinkled sheets.

Todoroki wasn't paying much attention though, grabbing at the other's thighs to pull them further apart. The sharp moan in reply fell on deaf ears.

With the new position he could see clearly how Kirishima's hole spasmed and clenched around the object.

Fascinating...

Cautiously, he took his hand away from shaking thighs to spread the muscular cheeks. After running a thumb against the rim, he was stunned at how hot it felt. He continued to explore the sensitive skin, rubbing at the space behind the other's balls. Honestly, he could spend days experimenting - touching here, there, under-

Out of nowhere, Kirishima's hips bucked back - a surprisingly loud moan bringing Todoroki to the present.

He glanced up, Kirishima had dropped to rest on his forearms, shoulders shaking with either pleasure, fatigue or restraint.

"Does it... feel good?"

The question allowed Kirishima to erupt into a list of praises,

"Fuck - so good, Shouto - so good. Can't believe your- ngh - your doing this to me right now." He broke off in to a gasping moan before continuing, gritting out through a rough thrust,

"Am I- am I dreaming..."

Ignoring his question, Todoroki shoved the object at a new angle, unknowingly hitting dead on.

"Fuck! More - more - hit that again." Kirishima's moans changed in tone, almost growling before trailing off gasping into something more whiny.

"Here?" He questioned, thrusting the toy again.

"Aggh! Fuck-fuck-there-Ah! Again-"

He briefly flashed back to that time when Bakugou rocked his world with his fingers.

"Come- come on, Shouto. More - please - just faster -!" Kirishima goaded, hips jerking back to meet every thrust.

He watched the way Kirishima practically fucked himself without the toy moving. If he wasn't achingly hard, he definitely would drag the moment out a little more.

He made sure to relentlessly attack that sensitive spot.

"Shit! Yes- yes - come on, Shouto."

Has Kirishima always been that vocal?

"I'm so close - just a little more- doing so good, Shouto."

Everything felt pretty blurry after that, he could hardly focus on anything but they way Kirishima's legs twitched and jerked with every thrust, back snapping into an arch as he came. Todoroki almost wished he could have seen the other's face but certainly didn't mind the sight in front of him. He could hear enough anyway - the loud moan choked off into uneven breathing.

"Wow - I'm definitely boasting to Bakubro about this..."

~~~

"So... Are you going to kill me now?"

"Fucking DUMBASS jizzing over my fucking FACE! Who the FUCK do you think you are?! Did you even realise you left me high and dry afterwards ASSHOLE?!"

"Oh..."

"OH?! OH?!! YOU'RE gonna clean the ENTIRE kitchen, I want to see MY FUCKING FACE in every polished spoon. AFTER that - you're SCRUBBING that impenetrable FUCKING stain next to the sofa. THEN you're doing ALL my FUCKING paperwork-"

Bakugou's voice got muffled with Todoroki's quickly fading smirk...

He's not going to bend him over?

Fuck his ass into oblivion?

Tease him until he cries?

His punishment is an actual punishment?