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Hitoshi's consciousness dangled on a thread. As he shot through the air towards his apartment, his eyes went weary, and slumber flooded over him like the ocean. His uncoordinated Binding Cloth strikes nearly sent him spiralling to the ground every 10 minutes.

The previous 24 hours had been exhausting, to say the least. He was never one to complain about his job, especially during night shifts. Night Shifts had been a recurring theme in his hero career, with him operating under the cover of darkness and using his Quirk to effectively brainwash any foe before slipping away undetected. His skills were in high demand, but when he was forced to share a night shift with Kaminari and Kirishima, he had to work extra hours to ensure that those jerks didn't blow anything up. Kaminari cut off the electricity for an entire block, and Kirishima nearly got caught in a trap.

And, of course, it happened to be his training day, so he'd spend the early hours of the morning, while it was still dark, refining his battle tactics in his agency's training gym. And then after that, he had a full day of surveying camera footage, debriefing a case, and other errands during the day.

Whatever the case, he's been up for nearly a whole day, dealing with Kirishima and Kaminari's shenanigans, as well as his training routines. He needed to sleep. Now.

It was a gloomy evening, with the sky scarcely visible behind the thick clouds. As he arrived at his shared flat with his fiancée, Neito, rain began to fall. When Hitoshi was safely inside their bedroom, he removed his outer armour, arm guards, leg wraps, and boots, hoping for a long, peaceful night's sleep without the lightweight armour interfering with his relaxation.

He exhaled with relief as he slipped into his black shirt and pants, putting his binding cloth and persona cords aside, free of the pressures of being 'NightHide'.

He dropped face-first into his bed. Words couldn't express how glad Hitoshi felt in that moment, and he'd fall unconscious in a matter of moments, as the light patter of rain on the roof lulled him to sleep.

Until he felt a weight abruptly crash on top of him. He flinches sharply, fearing he had been the victim of a sudden attack at his most vulnerable.

"Easy, kitten," whispered a voice that evoked a sense of familiarity as his wiry arms curled around him. "There's no need to scratch me."

Hitoshi, still extremely weary, responded with an incomprehensible groan. "Going to sleep so soon?" Neito inquired in a low, teasing tone, his lips brushing the edge of his ear. "Not even a kiss goodnight? Darling, you wounded me."

Hitoshi grumbled and rolled over onto his side, knocking Neito off his back with his back to him. He tilted his head, waiting for Neito's soft kiss. "There, goodnight."

He muttered, seeming completely uninterested in his state of slumber. Neito planted more lips on his jaw. "You promised us a night of lovemaking."

Hitoshi responded with an unintelligible grumble, "I have been working nonstop today. I do not have the energy." He murmured. "I know I promised, but Kami and Kiri made my job harder, and I've been up all day."

Neito tsked, muttering in frustration. "No matter, I'll do anything within my power to keep you from collaborating with them again."

“I appreciate it,” Hitoshi grumbled into his pillow.

Neito nuzzled his nose into his hair, tightening his arm around Hitoshi. “But, if you want, I’ll help you sleep even better.”

“I’ll sleep better if you stop talking.” He pressed his nose against the pillow. “I’m beat.”

“Come on, I’ll be quick…” Neito pleaded, brushing his hips near Hitoshi’s rear, where he felt heat pooling in his pants. His hands caress a handful of his clothed bottom. He nearly reached for the waistband of Hitoshi’s pants to play with his nether region, possibly pleasuring him until he moaned his name, before Hitoshi flipped over again, facing Neito.

“Not a chance, Copycat. Only cuddling, okay?"

Hitoshi’s eyes remained closed, though the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile when he heard Neito huff in frustration. “Well, it’s better than nothing,” he figured.  Despite the itch that continued to persist below, especially as he let his head rest right above Hitoshi’s chest, he eyed the shimmering skin of his neck. Hitoshi always kept his neck covered with his binding cloth and persona cords; even outside of hero work, he opted to cover his throat, the source and vulnerability of his power, and the most sensitive part of his body (apart from his erogenous zones)

His hands scraped slowly up and down his side.

Neito subconsciously hoped that it would grab his fiancé's attention, but his eyes were still closed, his head lolled to the side, and he wasn't even aware that he was touching him.

He tugged up the hemline of Hitoshi's shirt, feeling his shining, soft skin beneath his fingertips. His lips pressed against Hitoshi's neck, and he closed his eyes as he began to suckle, lick, and nip.

An involuntary gasp escaped Hitoshi’s lips as his shoulders flinched. "What are you doing, Neito?" He muttered in an irritated tone.

Neito released his neck with a pop, giving the bite marks soothing kisses in between his words. “What? This is technically cuddling.”

“If you were a vampire.”

Hitoshi was his. His fiancée to bite, mark, and love.

Hitoshi tried to ignore the shivering sensation that ran through his body, as Neito's finger teased his groin from time to time. Memories of their previous evenings of love made something in his lower belly twitch, intensifying with each passing instant. Damn him, seriously. It wasn't fair that Neito was an undeniably passionate, charismatic, and stunning lover. Mostly stealing Hitoshi's breath away and leaving him on cloud nine once they finished in the bedroom.

Hitoshi understood there was no point in fighting it. After all, he always slept soundly after an incredible orgasm.

Besides, Neito was merciless when he was in the mood, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't need a break after such a long day.

Hitoshi grabbed a fistful of Neito's blonde, silky hair and drew his head away from his neck, peering down at him with serious, cold purple eyes.

“Listen, Monoma. We can fuck, but I'm not doing any of the work tonight."

Immediately, his face lit up with a delightfully proud, smug grin as he sat upright. “Did I hear that right? Flick me, I must be dreaming. Those are some powerful words, Hitoshi."

Hitoshi pinched him, letting out a sigh. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get used to it.” He turns onto his back, spreading his knees apart and planting his feet on the bed. “Only one load. One. None of that ‘Brainwashing us to go five rounds’ nonsense.”

“Say no more, Darling.” Neito purred with a teasing grin, positioning himself between his spread legs and letting his fingers ghost over his clothed manhood. “You work so hard; you deserve to relax once in a while.”

That was good to hear, and Hitoshi merely rested his head on the cushion while Neito reached beneath his pants to pull them down. He swiped them down his long, toned legs and dropped them to the ground in an instant, leaving him nude from the waist down, including his underwear.

He smiled happily as Neito went up his body, kissing his lips fiercely. Hitoshi murmured into his mouth, pleased that Neito was pressing for intimacy. Hitoshi may be exhausted, but he is eternally grateful for a lover like Neito Monoma. Though Neito was a cocky, mischievous bastard, crafty as a fox, he liked to tease before delivering the blow.

After the lengthy makeout session, Neito cast a smouldering stare away from his swollen lips. He touched his bottom lip with his finger before completely inserting it into his mouth. Hitoshi reflexively began to suck, closing his eyes as he lolled his head on the cushion, drawing it deeper into his throat. Neito slowly and deliberately withdrew his finger, only to reach into the nightstand and draw out a bottle of lubrication. Slowly and methodically, Neito coated his finger with the cool liquid before pulling his hand away, only for it to disappear between Hitoshi’s legs.

“Make good use of those fingers, Phantom Thief,” Hitoshi said breathlessly.

Neito grinned, then felt the moist digit slip within his rim. Hitoshi assumed he was stretching out before going in, and he expected additional fingers to be added. But he was swiftly proved wrong, as his single digit curved upward and touched his particular button with incredible precision. Hitoshi gasped, his eyes widening as he looked at his fiancée, who wore a serious expression but yet smiling mischievously. Hitoshi wasn't sure if the pressure he felt could be replicated until his finger began to wiggle against the sensitive bundle of nerves, tickling it from within.

"Oh, Fuck!" Hitoshi gasps and chuckles deeply, as he wasn't the kind to be excessively vocal, arching his back and squeezing his legs together as waves of flaming excitement surge through his body. Despite his capacity to remind, Neito maintained a strong grip, adding another finger and not letting go for a second

They remained focused on the delightful small region. "I know, I know," Neito whispered into the shell of his ear. "Just focus on my fingers."

Neito liked seeing his partner squirm when they did things like this, but this was a far different level of gratification. He couldn't take his gaze away from the scene, but he had to go to work on what he intended to do. Humming, he continued, putting more lube on his fingers just in case, and licking Hitoshi's tip before inserting his cock into his mouth.

It wasn't long until Hitoshi was holding the sheets, legs tensing, and letting out short, deep gasps and grunts as Neito sucked his soul out with three fingers. His attempt could not have lasted more than forty seconds at most. Hitoshi felt a climax approaching, and in a moment, his eyes rolled back, his insides and sex throbbing with his heartbeat as he squirted hot white fluid into Neito’s lips.

"That's a good boy." Neito croons smugly, pressing his finger into Hitoshi's pleasure region till the pulsing in his body stops. Normally, Hitoshi would respond with something dirty, but this time he was dumbfounded.

"Sit back and enjoy the performance, dear; you are the stage I am performing on." Neito chuckles. "Are you prepared for me?"

“Yes, yes, whatever...just hurry up." Hitoshi scoffs.

Apparently, while he had been coming down from his high, Neito somehow slipped off his pants and positioned his sex at Hitoshi’s entrance without him even noticing. As he felt his length fill him, slowly feeding his insides inch by inch until he was fully submerged. Neito positioned himself over him as he breathed out a sigh of pleasure.

"Neito, I—oh fuck!”

“Look at that, there are only a few words to describe how divine you are." He mused.

Neito chuckled, moving gently at first, pulling out before pushing back in again. He groaned and leaned in, kissing his face as he carefully glided in and out.

Hitoshi was on the verge of encouraging him on and attempting to stay awake as tiredness continued to fight with him, but he found himself moaning. Mellow at first, he tilted his head back in delight as Neito proceeded to kiss his face. But, with his leisurely movements, he slipped deep and reached his deepest pleasure point each time he bottomed out.

The scorching sensation of Neito's length, along with the way he stretched him open, caused him to come again in a matter of moments. Hitoshi's nails bite into Neito's shirt as he lets out a strangled whine, arches his back, and spews all over his groin and stomach. Regardless, Neito could feel his muscles pulsing against his length. He'd grown to enjoy this feeling as he milked climax after climax from his love.

“O-kay,” Hitoshi breathed through the final waves of his bliss. “You win. You've got me where you want me."

“Are you telling me you aren’t enjoying yourself?” Neito asked with a smirk as he pumped a little harder. He briefly eyes the area where they connect. “Maybe that's because I'm such a good lover, hmm?"

Hitoshi found himself choked between a growl and a moan, nearly going cross-eyed as Neito’s cock struck his spot again. He shook away the sensation, glaring at him.

“Neito, I’m exhausted! And I can’t sleep when your third arm is buried in my guts.”

At that, he saw Neito’s smug expression melt into one of disappointment. His hips slowed down, and he pulled back from Hitoshi’s face.

“Okay, your wish is my command,” He said gently. “I'll be out of your hair."

Hitoshi's heart ached as he noticed his shift in demeanour, and he couldn't help but feel horrible about how he'd yelled at him. After all, he was the one who suggested it and promised a night of pleasure. It had become a common understanding that they would meet each other's wants, no matter how inconvenient. Regardless, his shame drove him to apologise.

Hitoshi let out a breath. “Neito, I'm sorry...I didn’t mean to—AH—”

Before Hitoshi knew what was going on, Neito changed his stance and rammed into him with incredible vigour, the shameless wet slapping of their skin echoing through their bedroom. He gasped and moaned in surprise at first, but it swiftly evolved into the most uncontrolled response to the searing pleasure he had ever felt.

Neito, the little shit, was fully aware of his actions. Hitoshi was certain about it. His cheeky sparkle returned in full force as Neito peered down at him, pushing him to yet another tremendous climax. Hitoshi realised that by giving Neito complete control to do such things to him, he had created a monster. Hitoshi could have said the words and taken the reins himself, riding Neito till he was fucked silly, but he was too content to move. Beside, he had promised he wasn't doing any of the work tonight.

“What's the matter? You want to sleep, well, I'm delivering," Neito says with a mocking chuckle. “You look so perfect underneath me, Oh god, I think I could get used to this...hm?" He pants as he smugly croons. "You being all pretty and letting me do all the work-- Ah."

Of course, Neito didn't mind Hitoshi's nails digging into his back through his shirt, or the fact that his strong orgasms were spoiling their blankets. Hitoshi's mouth curled into a loopy, blissful smile as Neito gripped his exposed member and began pumping it in time with his thrusts. Neito's ego soared as he took satisfaction in every bit of pleasure he provided him, because what truly got him off was his partner's pure, unfiltered enjoyment.

Neito admired Hitoshi's loss of control, as he was the one who tore down his walls and rebuilt him from scratch.  He managed to elicit another orgasm from Hitoshi before his edge drew even closer. Through Hitoshi's bliss, he grasped Neito's behind, pushing his fingers into his flesh as if guiding him to the right places within him, his hips bucking to meet his. Whatever Hitoshi did worked marvelously, as he experienced another, albeit lesser, climax.

Chuckling, Neito leant down to whisper in Hitoshi’s ear. “You just love taking my cock, don't you?” He huffed out, panting into the bed between Hitoshi’s shoulder and neck. “Is this what you need? To be fucked so good you pass out?"

Hitoshi’s only response was a cry of incoherent moans, his eyes unfocused, panting and trembling. Turning his brain to mush, one thrust at a time.

“Nei, please, fuck, hurry up…”

“Yeah, almost there, darling. fuck, you’re so beautiful when you’re a mess, my beautiful mess."

Suddenly, Neito seized his hips, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated, feeling the climaxing rush of happiness as scorching pleasure flooded over him. Oh god, Hitoshi feels it. Neito's firm length abruptly gave way to a stream of hot liquid, flooding his deepest insides. Hitoshi's body shook beneath him, clamping hard on his cock as he felt Neito's come ooze out of his tight entrance in small spurts.

The two heroes came down from their highs steadily, and Neito slowly softened inside him. He held himself in Hitoshi for a bit longer, enjoying the pulse of his rim, his laboured breaths, burying his head in the crook of Hitoshi's neck. Until finally, he pulled out, as thick strings of cum clung to his tip.

“There,” Neito said through laboured breaths, gently rubbing Hitoshi’s bare, bent legs, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin in the afterglow. “One load, just like you wished."

Though he was clearly continuing to fight the exhaustion, he glared at him. “Carry me to the bathroom so I can clean myself."

Neito asked smugly and rhetorically, raising an eyebrow, "And why can’t you do that yourself?"

Hitoshi rolled his eyes, "Oh, I don't know, maybe because I could pass out any second, do you mind?"

Neito chuckled, already well aware of that little side effect. “I suppose not,” he smugly confirmed, happily standing up from the bed, snaking his arms beneath Hitoshi and picking him up with ease. 

“Has anyone ever told you how needy you are, my dear?" He remarked as he began to walk.

Of course, Neito expected the playful death glare he was given from his barely conscious fiancée. It spoke volumes, even as he remained silent.

He had absolutely no room to speak. However, after Hitoshi was freshly cleaned, put into new clothes and in the sweet embrace of his lover, Hitoshi finally slept peacefully throughout the day.