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Izuku gave another experimental roll of his hips, smiling to himself as he swallowed down the needy, gasping moan of his boyfriend beneath him. His want to tease and play and pull as many noises as he could from Hitoshi had to be forced down; they couldn't be too loud without drawing some unwanted attention.
The rest of class 3-A had been kind enough to let them have the common room to themselves for a date night, stating it was to make up for the fact that Sensei still wouldn't let Izuku out of school grounds if he could help it; they had set up a mini movie theatre for them in lieu of not being able to go to the actual cinema for the new All Might premier. Izuku had cried at the kindness of his classmates, not even questioning how Shōto already had the new movie.
And Izuku really had wanted to watch it.
But then Hitoshi had put a hand on his thigh and squeezed just the tiniest bit in that one way that drove Izuku crazy and suddenly the movie was long forgotten in the background in favour of crawling onto Hitoshi’s lap and licking into his mouth.
Hitoshi’s grip at his hips was almost bruising as he held Izuku in place to grind up against him, causing Izuku to bite back his own moan. Well, most of a moan. Any other time he would've cringed at the pathetic little whine that escaped from between their lips, but right then it was perfect.
They were gonna get caught. Absolutely. Especially if they kept making noises. But maybe that was half the fun — the ever looming threat of someone walking in was its own excitement.
Izuku could feel the hard length of Hitoshi’s cock straining against his jeans, the rough fabric rubbing at him through the thin layer of his shorts, infuriating materials keeping them apart. What they both really wanted was right there — for Izuku to sink his wet cunt down onto that delicious cock — but they had discovered a while ago that neither of them were particularly quiet during sex. His boyfriend liked to feed that praise kink Izuku pretended not to have, and in return Izuku would bite and tease until Hitoshi was begging to cum. Loudly.
There had definitely been more than one angry wall neighbour since their relationship had started.
So no, Izuku absolutely would not reach down between them to release Hitoshi’s erection from its confines, nor would he pull his own shorts and damp underwear to the side to allow his boyfriend to fuck up into him. And he definitely wouldn't set a leisurely pace for each rolling bounce of his hips.
Because they had to be quiet.
The stretch had Izuku gasping into Hitoshi’s mouth, the lack of foreplay giving him just the right amount of burn as his pussy took the length. He didn't hesitate to raise himself up onto his knees and slowly slide back down, the muscles in his thighs trembling slightly with the strain of not giving in to the urge to just ride until they were spent. Hitoshi’s fingers squeezed tighter at his hip, trying to drag him how he wanted and wrestle some semblance of control over the pace Izuku tortured them both with. Control Izuku wasn’t willing to give.
It was something surprisingly intimate, not to be lost among the evergrowing list of quick fucks and teasing touches they had shared. Maybe it was the proximity, pressed flush against one another, skin touching in so many places despite their clothes best efforts to keep them apart. Or the setting, so brazenly using the common space for such a private act.
A louder than intended moan escaped Izuku as Hitoshi slid a hand up under his shirt to swipe a teasing thumb over a nipple. Gods, his tits had always been so sensitive, and Hitoshi knew that. He knew Hitoshi knew that, and would always go for them because of it. He should have been prepared for it, really, but was so wrapped up in keeping Hitoshi quiet that he forgot about his own ability to make noise. Izuku could feel the grin pressed into his skin as Hitoshi did it again, but he smothered his whimper by biting his lip.
And was rewarded with a warning nibble just below the ear.
“You’re gonna get us caught making noise like that,” Hitoshi’s usually deep voice came out as a breathy whisper, barely audible over the action scene on the TV. It would’ve been drowned out entirely if they weren’t already pressed into each other.
“And whose fault is that, hm?” Voice equally hushed, Izuku punctuated their position with a roll of his hips. “I wanted to watch the movie. But someone had other ideas.”
Hitoshi smirked up at him. “Mhm. Don’t pretend you don’t love my idea.” A calloused thumb flicked his nipple again, and Izuku clenched tight at the borderline electricity that rolled through him with the sensation, pulling a matching shudder from Hitoshi. “Now, please Izuku, I need you to ride me.”
Even as a whisper Hitoshi’s voice held the undercurrent of his quirk, the slight reverberation in the words looming but not with any intention of catching — just a taste eluding to how desperately he wanted Izuku to fuck him properly. And Izuku was never one to deny his love when asked so nicely.
He braced his hands on either side of Hitoshi’s head, using the sofa back as leverage, and began to grind his hips down with more energy. Even just the slight change in movement had his eyes drifting shut and his head lolling back; part concentration to keep a steady rhythm, part chasing the budding stimulation to both his clit and in his cunt, part an entirely different concentration — keeping his pleased noises from bubbling into the world and ruining their fun. He didn’t have to look to know Hitoshi was in the same sort of boat — the uptick of ragged breathing through almost-clenched teeth indication enough that Izuku was fulfilling the not-really-a-command.
Every sensation felt heightened in the moment; a culmination of teenage hormones and their risky position.
It wasn’t going to take them long. Not when Izuku’s grinding grew to longer strokes, became riding in earnest, with the enthusiasm of one chasing euphoria. Maybe he got a little selfish in the middle of it, picking the motions that pressed the sweetest pressure where he wanted it most, but he knew Hitoshi wouldn’t mind one bit if Izuku were to topple first.
And oh gods, he was so close. The telltale tingles in his toes told him so. Just a little longer.
One hand moved to pull Hitoshi impossibly closer, their lips meeting in a painful clash of teeth and skin as Izuku teetered on the knife's edge of his orgasm. Hitoshi obediently swallowed his noises, breathing harder every second as he staved off his own end.
“I’m g’na cum, Toshi. ‘m gonn- gonn’ cum. G’na cum. G’na cum.” He repeated it like a litany into Hitoshi’s mouth, murmured over and over and over until he was sure he was going to explode. Or it would come true.
“Yes. Yes! Go-”
Hitoshi’s encouragement was cut off as their bubble of intimacy was shattered with the slamming of a door. Nearby.
A door?
The front door!
Never in the history of the universe had stillness settled so quickly.
Izuku was sure he felt his heart actually stop for a moment, all movement in his body halting as he snapped his eyes open in panic. Hitoshi looked equally panicked, eyes wide and unmoving, like his soul had left the scene.
Izuku shifted his gaze from his partner's flushed, stressed face to the room behind them beyond the couch. From their very compromising position, Izuku could see a shadow moving in the genkan. Someone had just returned to the dorms.
And would see them.
Hopefully whoever it was would be running on t-rex rules and if they just didn’t move a single muscle then they would be fine. Or Izuku could do the smart thing and remove himself from Hitoshi’s lap so they could quickly pretend they were still watching a movie and had never been doing anything but. The picture of innocence.
But that coil of pleasure was still there, still ready to snap and send him careening into bliss.
Because while every other atom in his body had chosen freeze of the three f’s, his pussy apparently didn’t get the memo. His hungry cunt was still rhythmically clenching around Hitoshi’s length, still valiantly chasing his end even with the threat of discovery loitering in the genkan. His lust-addled brain didn’t care enough about the consequences — it just wanted the euphoria it was so close to receiving. He was still so close.
The shadow turned into Kaminari, the other teen staring intently at his phone with a charging cable hanging from his lips and buds in his ears, listening to something and completely oblivious as Izuku tracked his movements across the room like a predator. The blonde made a beeline for the fridge, rummaging around inside until a bright “oh yum!” was announced and he pulled a container of leftovers out.
Hitoshi flinched at the noise.
And Izuku came.
He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop it. That one little movement was the last straw, the final push he needed, and he was only given the option to shudder as silently as he could while the warmth of his orgasm spread through his body. His eyes fluttered and his hips rocked minutely in time with the pulses, only slightly disappointed at the lessened intensity of it compared to what had been building.
Hitoshi looked mildly shocked. And maybe amused. And like he was going to combust.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kaminari stroll by, eyes still glued to his phone as he failed to see them and disappeared into the stairwell with his snack.
Leaving them alone again.
After too many too-loud seconds passed, both teens stared at one another.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Three.
A startled huff escaped Hitoshi, then another until it was laughter. Izuku felt himself crack a smile and also begin to laugh, his panic drained away into quiet hysteria at how close that had been. If that had been anyone else…
“Oh my god.” “That was too close.”
They spoke over each other, words tumbling out in sheer shared relief.
As their laughter subsided, Izuku began to raise himself up onto shaky knees, preparing to shuffle back to Hitoshi’s side to resume their date night like nothing beyond PG-13 hand holding had occurred. But a firm squeeze from the hand at his hip stopped him.
“Nuh uh.” Hitoshi shifted his hips in a lazy thrust, immediately reminding Izuku that he was still very much still hard and buried in his pussy.
Oh.
Izuku understood.
After all, it would be wholly unfair if only he got to finish.
“In for a penny, in for a pounding?”
“Toshi, that's not how that saying goes.”
“Meh. I promise I’ll be quick.”
And he thrust up with vigor.