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Izuku hadn't seen Endeavor there before, and he almost missed a step in his routine when he walked through the door. That's the number one pro hero!! His heart sped up, and he had to force himself to focus on what he was doing. Not what he wanted to be doing the moment he finished dancing.
Which was getting an autograph maybe. No, that would be unprofessional, and you're working. Which was getting... some questions in. That'll have to be it. I wonder if he'll even be interested in letting me get close enough to talk to him. I'll have to try.
Izuku kept sneaking peeks at the hero, sitting with his arms crossed amidst his sidekicks— who seemed far more amused by his presence than he did. He recognized Burnin' as the leader of their little party: her flaming hair was hard to miss, even outside of costume. Endeavor was wearing a grey quarter-zip (zipped all the way up) and black slacks.
Excited, Izuku improvised a little bit, wondering if he could maybe catch the pro's attention getting on the pole (his speciality).
At the end of his routine, Izuku bowed low, glancing up behind the full-face bunny mask he always wore to see if Endeavor was applauding. He wasn't. But he was sitting a little more forward, his arms finally uncrossed. Good!
Backstage, Izuku changed into the costume he wore down on the floor, to interact with patrons: his playboy bunny look. Dark green leather knee highs, dark green leather suit, dark green leather collar, (black elbow compression sleeve), black fishnets, and matching dark green gloves. He took a long drink, re-applied glitter, and then emerged. Shoulders back: confident.
And then he went straight for Endeavor.
"Hello!" Burnin' greeted him when he arrived, smile eased by the several half-empty drinks scattered on the table in front of her. "You're the bunny from the stage?"
He nodded, grateful that his mask was hiding how huge his smile was. Closer to Endeavor, he could see the way his muscles strained his clothing, which was fitted to his body. Izuku wondered if he could just touch him, if he'd be warm. And how warm. He wondered if it was difficult for him to sustain his flames in costume. He wondered at what temperature, exactly, he started to overheat. And how long that process took. And if he'd thought about ways to circumvent that using support tools. And if he thought about choosing more ice-based sidekicks in light of that because—
Oh, they were all looking at him. He clasped his hands in front of himself. As soon as he'd seen Endeavor, surrounded by his friends, clearly forced to be here, he'd hatched a plan. Didn't he always have a plan? "Hello! I-I thought, he's new here— Endeavor—"
"Todoroki Enji," the man corrected in a gruff voice.
Izuku's smile got bigger, which he didn't think was possible. "Yes. I know." Keep it together. "And I thought he might want—" Izuku shook his hips. The people around Endeavor— around Todoroki went wild. Though Todoroki himself didn't seem very excited. But that shouldn't matter. I think.
"Yes! Lap dance! Of course!" Burnin' turned on her boss. "Don't give me that look, it's part of the experience! You promised to come and enjoy every part!"
Todoroki shook his head. "This is completely outside of the bounds of decent—"
"No, no, it's not! Boss! Loosen up! You haven't been a married man in years! It's fun! It's for fun." Burnin' smacked his arm. "We will pay for it!"
"No we won't," another sidekick added from further down their table. The group laughed.
"I only agreed to come so that all of you would stop pestering me. I did not agree to 'enjoy every part.'" Despite saying this, Todoroki was looking at Izuku. He could feel his gaze like a physical weight. It thrilled him. The number one pro hero!!!
"I would give you a discou—" he tried.
One of Todoroki's other sidekicks booed. One laughed. One shouted, "no, he can afford it! Charge him extra!"
Todoroki sighed. Put a hand up. "One dance," he conceded. "Then can I leave?"
A chorus of cheers rose from those gathered. Todoroki shook his head. Izuku felt the complete opposite. This is great! This is fantastic! To be so close to a pro of his caliber...
Starting with a deep bow, Izuku threw a leg over Todoroki's lap (not an easy task, for how thick his thighs were), and held there a moment. To study his face at a personal level. To try and memorize the blue of his eyes, the pattern of the scar cutting through his cheek. The crow’s feet around his eyes. The stubble on his chin.
Izuku ran a thumb over it, a little high on this proximity, cupping his face in a gloved hand. He feels warm... Then, because he had to know, he unfastened the wrist of his glove before slipping his middle finger under his mask and pulling it off with his teeth. There were cheers from those gathered again. He ran his fingers over Todoroki's face again, trying to still the shaking of them beyond what the compression sleeve accomplished.
Todoroki wasn't supposed to touch him, that was the rule, but he lifted his hand up and rested it over Izuku's, dwarfing Izuku's, and he felt heat. A gentle, glowing heat. The shaking of his fingers stilled.
"Oh." Izuku blushed, under the mask. Without meaning to, he thought about how Todoroki could use his quirk to brand someone— focus, Deku!
"Thank you," he said quietly enough that only Todoroki could hear. He gently extracted his hand and laid it on Todoroki's chest. Took another deep breath before he began dancing.
Every movement of his body against Todoroki's drew cheers from those watching. He really liked doing lap dances, for any level of hero. Generally, he knew them all, no matter how insignificant. But this was— this was electric in a way that the others hadn't been. Todoroki had an intense energy about him, and his blue eyes never left Izuku's body, as if mentally undressing him as he danced. It was something he'd seen other people do, but not something he thought Endeavor would do. And the thought that he could have more with the hero, that he desired him— it stirred something deep within him.
Todoroki was good at stoking fires, after all.
At the end of his dance, Izuku settled back down on Todoroki's lap, and they looked into each other's eyes, and they both understood what had blossomed between them. The mutual heat. Todoroki raised a hand, but he realized where he was, and what he was doing, and it fell back to his side.
"I want," Todoroki said, "a private dance."
The cheering reached a peak. Izuku nodded his head— as his consent was priority over payment in that matter. Todoroki held out a hand and Izuku used it to support himself to step off of the hero's lap.
When Enji stood up, Izuku's breath caught. He was tall, very tall— taller than any homomorph he'd ever stood beside. He could feel Todoroki's presence: he was undeniable.
Izuku turned on his heel, a practiced balancing act, and then he led the way to one of the private rooms set aside for this purpose. There, Todoroki closed the door. Izuku removed his other glove.
Upon sitting down, Todoroki gave Izuku’s body a more thorough once-over than he'd allowed himself on the floor. Then he did something that surprised Izuku: he asked, "are you a fan?"
Izuku shifted from foot to foot, a little taken off guard. The way that Todoroki was looking at him— still looking at him— he didn't think he'd take the time for small talk.
"Uh, uhm, yes. Yes I am!" He only half-succeeded at keeping the excitement out of his voice.
Todoroki looked amused at that.
"I thought so. You seem..." He raised a hand to gesture. "In awe of me."
"I'm sorry," he said automatically. "I just— you're— I mean— Endeavor. The number one hero! You have the highest tally of resolved cases in history! And your power is— you have more firepower than anyone else (other than your eldest, but we both know there's some conditions to that, so I think it's still you on technicality)! Your ultimate moves are amazing to behold! Especially since you have to use such precise control inside of urban environments, but you still manage to pack your power behind them! Your mentorship of Kacc— of Baku— oh, uh, of— of Dynamight. It was perfect. You have a lot of similarities in terms of power! Especially because you're number one, and he's going to be number one. Not to discredit your youngest, but he isn't as creative as— as..." The names tripped him up again, as he tried to avoid saying Kacchan a second time, and he suddenly realized how long he'd been talking. Todoroki had made no move to interrupt him; he was waiting for him to continue. Izuku felt himself flush.
"...sorry. I like... heros," he finished lamely.
"I can see that. Come here."
Izuku went to him immediately, resting his hands on Todoroki's knees, leaning in to him. "You must get this a lot."
"I don't entertain it" A pause. Todoroki sighed. "I am trying to more often."
"I can stop talking. I know I'm supposed to be dancing," despite saying this, Izuku's hands moved up his thighs, feeling the muscle below his palms.
"Yes." Todoroki reached out to pinch one of his dark curls between his fingers, tucking it back behind the mask, brushing sweat-damp skin. "You are."
Izuku wanted to do so much more than just dance for this man. "Todoroki-san—"
He raised a brow, bent down towards Izuku." Call me Enji."
That sent a thrill through Izuku, and he stood up on his toes, pressing a wooden kiss to Enji's lips. "Enji," he repeated, reverently. He could feel a hand on the small of his back, and Enji's knees parted to allow him between them. It was a vulnerable position, trapped between legs that powerful.
Enji brought them together just enough to press against his waist. "And what is your name, bunny?"
"Midoriya. Midoriya Izuku." He'd never said that to a client. Not ever. He liked the anonymity he'd agreed to. But this was the number one hero! He wanted Endeavor to say his name.
"Midoriya Izuku," his voice was low, lips against the mask, and Izuku wanted to strip him off and really kiss him, but... instead, because this was still his job, he pulled back.
Enji searched his eyes, and Izuku stared right back: they both knew the limitations of his job. They both knew they were already pushing it. They both knew that sex was not what Izuku was paid to do. They both knew that Izuku did not want to be paid to do it, but that he still very much… wanted to do it.
"After you get off, tonight, I will pick you up. Where do you want me to meet you?" Enji said, and Izuku felt his heart start pounding so hard that he lost the background music in the club to the sound of it.
"I-I... At the convince store. A block down." Izuku tried to keep himself calm, keep his voice even. Is this really happening?! This is really happening!! He'd never done anything so scandalous before, despite the nature of his job. Especially with how rigidly he maintained the distance between his day to day life and his work life. But Endeavor! The number one hero!
Enji smiled at his response. The pressure of his thighs let up. "I will see you then."
The best Izuku could manage was to mutely nod. And, for the rest of his shift, he could think of little else.
--
In the backseat of the car, roomier than any car he'd ever been in before, Izuku forwent the seatbelt (sending up a small apology to his best friend and doctor-in-training, Tenya). Instead, he scooted himself across the back bench, where he was met with those large, warm hands which lifted him onto the safety of Enji's lap. Izuku quickly straddled one of his muscular thighs, eager to continue what they'd started in the club. In the back of his mind, as he started to work his hips back and forth, he wondered how often Enji did this. If it was often, it wasn't in his club. And since his was the premiere club for heros, well, maybe he just didn't. Maybe Izuku was special.
As nice a thought as it was, it was still speculation, and Izuku pushed any warm, fuzzy, main-character feelings down. It didn't matter who else Enji had been with: Izuku was with him now.
In the privacy of his car, Enji was bolder about exploring Izuku's body. His hands ran down his sides, up his thighs, over his arms. Izuku also pushed things, feeling every ridge of his defined muscle under his tight black t-shirt. He wanted to bury his face in his pecs...
Maybe because it was dark, maybe because he never thought he'd get this far, Izuku did. Bury his face in his pecs, that is. He nuzzled his cheek up against his chest, breathing out a contended sigh. There, he could feel a bemused sound rumble through Enji.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Mmm-hmmm..." Izuku raised his eyes, Enji catching his chin with a finger so they could kiss, his mouth sealing over Izuku's. This time, it was a real kiss, Enji's mouth warm— almost hot against his. It lasted for one searing second before he broke away, a passing streetlight illuminating his smile.
"Good." A pause. "I'm flattered you came."
"You are?!" Izuku squeaked, eyebrows shooting up. How could someone this attractive and important think that about me?!
"Yes. I'm not exactly in my prime."
"You're the number one hero! This is the highest point in your career!!"
"Mmm. Only because All Might retired. Not because I won." It didn't sound as angry as Izuku expected it to. It sounded... resigned.
"That's not fair. No one is All Might. You're— you're— you have records he doesn't have. You have things he doesn't have," he settled on; his hands found the hem of Enji's shirt, lifting it so that he could touch his skin. Feel how warm he was.
"It's your job to make people feel good," Enji strokes his curls, which bounced back into place under his palm.
"No, it's my job to look good. And to dance. This is personal." Izuku nuzzled Enji's cheek with his own, feeling the stubble against his skin, hoping it left red marks behind. "I know no heros are beyond reproach," something he'd had to learn the hard way and had been reluctant to stop believing, "but you have done so much good in the world, saved so many people!" Izuku pulled himself closer, his arms wrapping around Enji's torso, the moment intimate and... something else, something that Izuku wanted to encourage in Enji. Hopeful, maybe. He'd been following Enji's story a long time— he had watched him fall and re-emerge with the reveal of his eldest and the path to healing the anti-hero. He'd watched him work with his youngest, the pro hero Shouto, and Kacchan over the years. He had been horrified, and disappointed, and then impressed. Ultimately, he'd felt a lot of admiration for how Enji had faced and dealt with his own issues, with his own demons.
Maybe he was thinking too much of someone else...
"You don't really know me," Enji replied, a large hand on the small of his back, echoing his thoughts.
"No," Izuku conceded. "No, and neither did any of the thousands of people you've saved. But..."
He thought of a poem, Lullabies, he'd read recently: I don't know your favorite color or how you like your coffee. What keeps you up at night or the lullabies that sing you to sleep. I don't know a thing about the first girl you loved, why you stopped loving her, or why you still do... I may not have a clue about any of these things, but this... And he said the next part out loud, his hand on Enji's chest, "this I know."
"You are too kind," Enji muttered this against the curve of his ear, and Izuku nuzzled his other cheek.
"I get that a lot," he said in a way that meant I don't think it's a bad thing.
"A heroic trait."
Izuku smiled softly kissing Enji's neck, feeling the weight of his other hand engulf his thigh, his grip tightening with unearned possessiveness, which Izuku immediately gave over to. "Thank you." He didn't mention being quirkless; he didn't see a point to it.
Enji caught his chin again, the hand on his lower back having traveled all the way up his body once more, and pulled him into a kiss.
They didn't speak for the rest of the car ride.
--
"You're... young," Enji said, frowning, Izuku's face illuminated by the warm ceiling lights of his house. No longer hidden by a bunny mask, or the darkness of a backseat. He knew there was still glitter across his cheeks, mixing with his freckles. That his eyes were bigger because of the mascara and eyeliner, and that those things probably made him look even younger.
Izuku blushed. "No— I mean, yes, compared to you— not that you're old, but— I'm twenty-three. I'm not a kid, I'm not a teenager. I'm old enough."
Enji's frown lines carved a little deeper. "Twenty-three. You're..."
"Shouto's age, yes. Sorry, I shouldn't have— your youngest. Todoroki." Izuku shifted his weight between his heels and the balls of his feet. "But I'm old enough to work. I'm old enough."
"Hmmm." Enji looked like he was weighing the truth of that statement. And Izuku was sympathetic to not wanting to sleep with someone the same age as your youngest child— how skeevy that sounded— but he was also impatient for this. He was a consenting adult. Enji's children never had to know. No one ever had to know. It was just going to be the one night. It didn't have to be a power dynamic thing really, because Enji would never see him again, so—
Izuku opened his mouth to say all of this when Enji sighed, shook his head, muttered twenty-three... that's entirely too young to himself, and proceeded to bend down to kiss him. Izuku's heart sped up in excitement. Enji's lips tasted smokey against his, again, and he pressed up into the kiss, on his toes. He had no idea what he had been tasting like over the past half an hour. Lemon and mint water, maybe, from his All Might water bottle backstage. Shit. I left my water bottle backstage... I was in such a hurry...
Enji's tongue cleared his head of pesky thought. It swiped between his lips, against the back of his teeth, and then up against the roof of his mouth. Izuku moaned around it, mouth opening a little wider, his hands flat on Enji's pecs, his legs straining with how hard he was up on his toes. The car ride had made him desperate. Just when he couldn't strain any further, Enji swept him up with one arm, lifting him up high enough that he could wrap his legs around his waist. Or... try to. Enji was very thick.
He carried him through the house, Izuku kissing him on and off, tongue retracing ground it had covered in the car. Trying to memorize the terrain. Contrary to his intense, imposing energy, Enji did not throw him down onto the large bed at the center of his room. He lowered him down gently, so that he lay on his back on the comforter, his legs still wrapped tight around Enji.
"Take off your hoodie," Enji commanded, straightening up, and Izuku hurried to comply. He shrugged off his Dynamight hoodie first thing, pulling off the white t-shirt labeled "flannel shirt" under it without further instruction. As he did this, Enji untied his shoes, pulled them off and then undid his pants, likewise removing them, so that he was fully naked (sans necessary compression sleeve) before the other man had even begun undressing. He was, and had been, fully aroused by this point.
Enji observed him with a hunger that he felt in his bones: one that he shared. With a thrill, he realized that Enji was desperate— just as much, if not more so than he was. He reached his hands up towards him, wanting him back in his arms, and the larger man pulled off his own top before obliging, so it was all skin against skin.
Izuku whimpered under the weight of his body, grinding up, feeling the cool metal of his belt buckle against his most intimate parts. As Enji groped him without his pants in the way, his palms rough and hot, Izuku fumbled with that belt buckle. All of his cries, his pathetic little sounds, were swallowed up by Enji's kisses, silenced by his tongue down his throat.
Izuku finally got the belt free, and pulled it off, trying to get his pants down. Enji broke from him, a strand of glistening saliva snapping between them, and straightened up to pull down his own pants.
"Wow," Izuku couldn't help it. He'd never seen anyone as big as Enji. Already his head was spinning with how accurate certain guesses he'd seen online were (and maybe a bit with how he could incorporate this detail into the hero fanfiction he'd die if anyone knew he wrote).
Enji gave a savage smile at the reaction, clearly pleased with it. "Spread your legs."
Izuku immediately parted his legs, and Enji took his thighs into his hands, just under his knees, and lifted him slightly off of the bed. Then he once again surprised Izuku— he bent his head down nuzzling between his ass cheeks. His tongue licked a stripe over Izuku's asshole, and his entire body leapt under the feeling.
"Ah!" Izuku covered his mouth out of habit, his back arching as Enji continued to lick him. He hadn't imagined being serviced like this when Enji returned his feelings.
He closed his eyes tightly as Enji's tongue penetrated him, and he bit down on the back of his hand gently. No one had ever been inside of him like that before— he knew that from here on out, he would always associate the feeling with Enji.
After another minute of this, Enji pulled back, allowing Izuku's legs to fall.
"Lay on your back on the bed, and put your hands above your head. Wait for me to come back: do not touch yourself." And with that Enji left the bedroom, stepping into the bathroom.
Izuku did as told. When Enji returned, he smelled like mouthwash, and he held a bottle of lube. Izuku smiled at him, and Enji's entire countenance softened.
"Good boy," he said, his voice gruff. He climbed up onto the bed, and Izuku pulled his legs apart again, the air cool against his asshole, still wet from Enji's mouth. Enji rubbed the lube between his fingers, warming it up (with his quirk? Izuku couldn't help but wonder) before inserting them. Izuku moaned at the familiar feeling. It would take a lot more than two fingers to phase him.
Enji was going to give him a lot more.
At four fingers, he was starting to really feel full. And Enji had thick fingers. He squirmed a bit, and Enji laughed. "I'm going to be thicker than that. Are you ready?"
When was he ever anything else? Izuku nodded, determined, and Enji positioned himself at his entrance.
Izuku's hips arched up, the head of Enji's cock stretching him to his limit, despite all of the preparation. He knew it would be huge. But he liked that slight tinge of pain. He liked being pushed.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," he said just under his breath, not aware that he was saying it at all. Not until Enji stroked his hair and replied, a smile in his voice, "I'm not going to. I'm not going anywhere." And he flushed a deep red with embarrassment. With the pleasure of being held open as far as anyone had ever taken him.
Enji took ahold of the bed frame above his head, slowly sinking into him, and Izuku's hands curled into fists in the silk sheets.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Izuku repeated, for lack of anything else to say— that was all his mind would give him.
Finally, Enji reached his deepest point and came to a stop, Izuku's repetition of the word slurring together. He cupped Izuku's cheek, studying his eyes, before he kissed him, as if satisfied by the bliss he saw there. "Good," Enji murmured against his lips. "Tight."
Izuku whimpered his pride at the approval; he wrapped his arms around Enji's neck the moment he was close enough to do so. And then Enji started moving. Very slowly at first, to adjust them both to the feeling, and then faster and faster.
Both of them were very in shape, and their stamina should have kept them going for a lot longer than it took. But Enji fucking him drove him out of his mind: it was too erotic of a fantasy. He only made it one hard thrust before cumming between the two of them across their stomachs. Enji, likewise, must have felt the combined effort of all the build-up to this point, as he finished inside of Izuku not three thrusts later, his moan deep.
Heat filled him as Enji came, and Izuku gasped at how warm it was— far more so than anyone else he'd been with. He hadn't even brought up using a condom. He didn't regret that decision. They lay together, foreheads touching, panting.
And then, Izuku laughed. Enji joined him, his chuckle low, reverberating between them. "I'm not done with you," he said.
Izuku kissed him. "Good. I hope not."
Having Enji still inside of him, feeling the warmth of him, the weight of him, was enough to already start working Izuku up again. Enji returned his kiss, bracing one elbow next to the side of his head to keep his weight from fully resting on him as he used Izuku as a cock-warmer.
He took his tongue into his mouth, sucking on it, in and out. The same motion Enji was just fucking him with. They spent a long time like that, locked together, kissing on and off— Izuku lost all sense of time. Every minute bled into the other, until they were both hard again. Enji bit his shoulder hard enough to mark.
"On your knees," he commanded, pushing himself up. Pulling out.
Already missing the feeling of fullness, Izuku got onto his hands and knees, his legs shaking slightly (a feat, really, for how difficult it was to exhaust him, normally). His one arm was shaking, too, but that was normal. Luckily, Enji noticed and slid a hand under his stomach, helping to hold him up as he positioned himself to take him again.
This time, Enji fully rocked Izuku with each thrust, his pace much faster, much sooner than it had been the first time. They lasted a lot longer in round two. Enji handled him effortlessly— Izuku felt each powerful movement building towards another orgasm.
He was hardly aware of what he was crying out, some mixture of yes and Enji and, maybe, Endeavor a few times, but he was a little too out of it to be embarrassed about that. (As if he hadn't had so many hero fantasies about being saved [or even saving] the heros and that ended in something just like this.) Izuku felt Enji's thrusts in his entire body, like he was floating on his cock.
And then Enji's hand closed over him, and he reached his climax almost immediately— cumming across Enji's nice sheets this time, across his fingers. Riding out that feeling, Enji soon followed suit.
Again, Izuku is filled with warmth. With heat.
Enji lifted him up, off of his hands and knees, so that he was against his chest, and then he adjusted Izuku so that he was sitting comfortably in his lap. He had not yet pulled out. Izuku's back was to his chest, his head resting on his shoulders, and his arms looped around his waist.
"Do you have anywhere to be in the morning?" Enji asked him, and Izuku felt the thrill of that invitation in his stomach.
"Oh, I..." He had class in the morning. And he considered lying, so that he could stay here, but that wasn't really his personality. "I do. I have class at eight am."
"Mmm. My driver can take you."
Izuku didn't expect that. He felt a smile spread across his face, uncontrollably. "Okay." He got to spend the night here?! "Okay. Thank you. It's really not— I don't need—" No, he doesn't want to talk Enji out of this. "Thank you."
A chuckle against his shoulder. "Good. Are you hungry?"
Izuku hadn't yet mentally gotten to that need, but the moment Enji said something about it, he realized he was. "Yeah, we can—"
"I will cook."
Can he cook?? Izuku wanted to know so badly. "Oh. Thank you! You're— this is so—" No, don't cry. Don't cry. Be normal, Deku! "... thank you."
---
After dinner, which was pretty good (and which Izuku watched Enji make with so much interest that he'd unsettled his host just a little bit), he was directed to the bathroom, so that he could clean up more than the brief job they'd done with a rag. He shrugged out of the fluffy red robe that Enji had wrapped around him and took a moment to figure out the multiple knobs in his incredibly, incredibly fancy shower.
Once he was inside, the bathroom door opened, and at the sound of it, Izuku could feel his cock twitch in anticipation. By the time Enji had stripped down and was sliding open the glass door, Izuku was already half-hard. By the time Enji had shoved him against the tile wall and slipped two fingers into him, he was fully erect.
Enji thrust into him hard enough that he was forced up onto his toes, and the brutal pace that followed lifted him almost completely off the ground. His hands and cheek flat against the title, slipping against it, he was kept upright only by the continued fucking. A strong arm snaked around his waist, separating him from the tile wall and lifting him up the rest of the way.
With his hands on him like this, Izuku could imagine being branded, could imagine the way that it would feel— the flash of pain— the steam. But that might be pushing things; he knew better than to bring it up with this kind of one night stand. Otherwise—
Izuku gave over to his control, let him use him the way that he wanted to use him. Sex, he didn't have to overthink— it was one of the things he liked about it, as much as he over-analyzed it later. And Enji was a fully domineering presence: he moved inside of Izuku with a confidence that didn’t leave room for any second doubts. He was wanted here, desperately so, by someone so— so far above him, and he didn’t have to work for this, for his pleasure. He hadn’t bored Enji, he hadn’t been used and then immediately discarded— Enji had wanted him again.
And then he’d wanted him again.
If he didn’t have class at eight am, he suspected that Enji would want him again.
Enji finished inside of him a third time before he gently let him down, so that his feet returned to the bottom of the tub, and he felt wobbly all over. In a good way! Even if he could feel that he’d be sore the next day.
Izuku leaned against Enji, who didn’t leave him alone there, his hands running through his hair, over his body. Everything tonight surprised him, and this was no different— Enji was gentle. Again. Enji was… almost tender. Izuku only knew him as a fan: the image he projected as a professional. Now he knew him as a lover. He wondered at how little that meant in terms of really knowing someone, but how much it made him feel like he did. He felt like he was special, wrapped up in steam with the hero.
Bundled in warm feelings, letting himself be sentimental without the energy to rationalize, Izuku let Enji towel him off. He let him carry him to the bedroom one last time. And then he spent the night.
In the morning, Izuku got re-dressed in the same outfit he’d been wearing. There wasn’t anything that could be done for that— hopefully no one would notice, as he tended to wear nothing but hero hoodies, and the Dynamight one was by far his favorite.
"Here." Enji bent over and tied the loose ends of his scarf securely around his neck, before tucking it into his hoodie. "Don't catch a cold."
It was such a fatherly thing to do that Izuku had to stifle laughter. "Thank you, Enji," he said through the scarf, hiding his smile.
"And if you ever need anything," Enji began, but then trailed off unsure of how to continue. He patted Izuku's shoulder. "I enjoyed your company."
Izuku's smile was now too big to hide behind the scarf. "I enjoyed yours, too! And... and, well, you know where my club is."
A half-smile. "Yes. And your name, my little bunny." And Enji kissed him one last time, on the doorstep.
Getting in the backseat, his cheeks were still burning all the way back to his campus.