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Shouto holds the pillow tight between his thighs, his hands wrapped in the sheets of his too large and too empty bed. The sheets are tepid and fallow with only him between them, the only thing making it worth sleeping in being the slice of scent that sticks to the pillows and comforter on the right side of the bed.
He pushes his face into the sheets, hips rutting down into the soft cover of the pillow as he breathes out un-even puffs of breath. It’s late, he should be sleeping, but it’s been over a week, and his body is touch-starved and pent up. The pillow is a weak supplement for calloused hands that can encompass his hips and shoulders with the softest of touches or most bruising grips, but it’s all he has. Shouto doesn’t dare use his own hands; too many times in his youth he had ended up burning or freezing himself, so he defaults to the pillow.
The sudden light and buzz from the nightstand make him pause. It’s too late for anyone to be making just a normal call, and he’s off for the evening. A possible emergency? His hips stop moving, and he quickly rolls to snatch the device up, thighs still locked around the pillow. On the screen, an enthusiastic grin smiles out at him.
Shouto smiles as he takes the call.
“Hello?”
“Shouto, did I wake you!?” Despite his enthusiasm, Inasa sounds a bit tired.
“No, I was awake.”
“Good. I didn’t have a chance to talk to you yesterday. Wanted to hear your voice tonight. I have missed it!”
“I’ve missed yours too.” Shouto holds the phone just a little ways from his ear. They’ve talked about Inasa’s volume control before, but sometimes he, well, forgets.
“How was your day? Did you do anything amazing?”
“I cleaned the apartment.”
“Wonderful! Thank you for doing that while I’m away! I’ll make soba when I get home.”
“You don’t have to do that, you know. It needed to be done; it wasn’t a problem.”
“You’re still amazing for doing it.”
Shouto chuckles softly. “How was your day?”
“Incredible! I got to work with some new heroes down here! Not just Off and Switch. We had a building collapse from structural damage, and we were brought in to work with some of the locals. There was a hero named Brazen who located everyone in no time at all; she has a heat sense that is incredible, and she has a pyrokinetic aspect to her quirk. If you two were to team up for any reason, you would be unstoppable! She could probably wield your fire almost as well as you do!”
“Mmm, hmm,” Shouto replies, rolling over onto his belly as Inasa starts keeps talking about his time in Osaka and the different heroes he’s been working with. Brazen, an American hero studying in Japan with a heat-based quirk that allows her to control temperatures and fire; Shinedown, a hero who can bend light into illusions and disguise themselves and others; and the blood wielding twins Switch and Off who he had been paired with initially. Switch had healed several people right in front of Inasa’s eyes with his own blood while Off had helped him catch the perpetrators by pausing the blood flow in their legs.
Shouto listens, storing away the details subconsciously as his hips begin to move again; Inasa’s voice making the ache in his heart and loins grow. Shouto sets the phone onto the bed and his the speakerphone button.
“—er Off could have taken them all down if… Did you put me on speaker?”
“Yes,” he replies, voice breathy as his hips move against the smooth casing of the pillow.
“Oh no! Was I being too loud?” He asks the question in his attempt at a whisper which, honestly, isn’t even close to one.
“Miss you,” Shouto replies, thighs spreading out stead of pinning the pillow in place. His weight pins it down, and the new position opens his taint and hole to the cool air of the room.
“Miss m— Oh!” Shouto can hear the little gust of wind that comes along with the realization. “Are you touching yourself?” Inasa asks in the same not-quite whisper.
“No,” Shouto replies, eyes closed as he pictures Inasa’s face. Flushed and reverent, like the first night he had managed to press inside fully. The awe on his face as Shouto’s belly had bulged outward is forever burned into Shouto’s brain.
“Are you using the pillow?” He can hear the ruffling of clothing on the other end; quick, frantic movements as Inasa no doubts undresses.
“Mmm-hmm,” he replies. “But it’s not enough,” he adds, his tongue moving without much input from his brain. “Need you.”
“I wish I was there.” Inasa’s voice is slightly further away now, and Shouto knows that he has switched himself to speakerphone as well. “Have you tried your gift?”
“It’s still in its package,” Shouto replies.
The item in question is a clear toy Inasa had ordered to his exact proportions; a gift for whenever he is gone. He had given it to Shouto just before leaving for his month-long job in Osaka.
“Do you not like it? I could send you something else. I could fly home!”
“Don’t be silly; you’ve barely been down there for a week.”
“I meant with the wind! I can be back by morning!”
Shouto thinks on that for a moment. It would be nice to have him back for the night, but at the same time, they will both be working tomorrow.
“No, don’t do that. Even you have limits to your energy.”
“Are you sure!? It’s not a problem!”
“I’m sure.”
“Then, is there an issue with the toy?”
“No, nothing like that,” Shouto replies as the thinks about the box stored with the rest of their toys. “It’s just... not the same.”
“Would you use it tonight? For me?”
“For you?”
“Yeah.” Shouto hears him lick his lips. “That way it’ll almost be like I’m there, inside you!”
Shouto shudders, his cock dripping against the pillow cover, leaving a damp streak that creates a slick slide. “What would you do if you were here?” he pants.
“Tease you,” Inasa replies, voice going somewhat husky. “I love teasing you, Sho. If I were there right now, I’d slide against that perfect ass of yours. It always feels so good, one side cold the other hot; drives me insane. I can barely contain myself when you let me use you like that.” In the background, he hears the slight whirls of wind.
Shouto groans, his toes curling into the mattress as he quickens the pace of his hips. The ghost of fingers press into his skin, a thick shaft rubs over his hole and taint, and he finds himself panting. The sensation is a muscle memory burned down into the nerves. For months, it was all he could do with Inasa’s cock before they were finally able to get him to fit inside. Even now, it is the default for when they have no time to open Shouto up; leaving him with a slick backside and cum covered spine when they are both spent.
“You have the best ass, Shouto. Even if you had never been able to take me, I would have been happy just getting to use your ass like that the rest of my life.”
Shoto leans into his right shoulder, curling his fingers over his scalp as he allows ghosts of sensation to strike through his skin. He grinds down against the pillow, pushing the pads of his fingers into his scalp, his breath escaping in thick puffs that send small trickles of spit down his chin. He rolls his hips back into the phantom cock, then presses down against the pillow.
“I could cum just thinking about you like that,” Inasa groans, and the whispers of wind grow louder; blurring his voice but not silencing it. “You’re beautiful like that; watching you try and push back against me. It’s...fuck,” Inasa growls the word out.
“Not yet,” Shouto gasps. “Don’t cum yet.”
“Never without you.” Inasa’s voice sounds slightly strained, but Shouto trusts him to keep his word. He can hear Inasa’s breathing quicken on the other end, though, and he knows that whatever he is imagining is getting him close.
“I want you inside me,” Shouto says, voice wavering as he keeps moving, his face braced against his bicep and arm cradling his head. “Wanted you all week.”
"I would slide in slow," Inasa says over the phone, voice slightly breathy with excitement. "Not because you can't take it. I know you can, you’re amazing like that, but because I love feeling how you take me, Shouto. Nothing feels like you."
Todoroki groans against his arm, the ghost of hands and a cock pressing against his ass as he humps into the soft pillow. The air conditioner kicks on, adding a sudden stir to the air, and he shudders as it adds sensation and ghosts over his hole and taint.
"I want you so bad," Shouto says over the line, the tinge of a whine in his throat.
“You can have me,” Inasa pants. “The box is just under the bed.”
Shouto groans and shifts away from the phone. He lays on his belly, hips still gently rolling as he reaches for the drawer under the bed. He pulls it out and finds the plethora of toys he had bought when he had first gotten with Inasa, plus a few others they had added together. The box in question is the second largest in the drawer, the first belonging to the monster that Shouto had used to train himself to take Inasa. He has still never fit the whole thing inside, nor has he used it for a long while. There has been no reason to try now that he can have what he wants.
Shouto pulls it, a pack of body safe cleaning wipes, the two large plugs —one in length the other in width—, and a bottle of lube up onto the bed.
“Got it?” Inasa asks.
“Yes.” He pulls the box open, the wrapping having been thrown away when he had first opened it, and finds the clear toy laying in deep blue satin. It is a perfect replication of Inasa’s cock; just under 30 centimeters long and almost 8 thick. A shudder goes through him as he looks down at it. Even the balls are to scale, and he caresses them lightly. They feel nothing like the warm, heavy flesh of Inasa’s, but they’ll do. Behind them is a large suction cup with two small levers on the side to make sure the behemoth stays wherever it is placed.
“How should I use it?” Shouto asks as he lifts it out and begins to clean it with the body safe wipes.
“Stick it to the headboard,” Inasa pants. “Like I’m taking you from behind.”
“I enjoy it when you take me from behind,” Shouto murmurs as he goes about setting the toy up. “Though I’d much rather see your face.”
“God, me too Sho.” There is a pause in all sound on the other end for a moment. “Turn on your video camera.”
Shouto’s heart jumps.
“Let me watch you open yourself up.”
Shouto shudders before moving to grab the phone. He fumbles with it a little, trying to find the best position to set it. He ends up pushing the comforter into a pile and nestling the phone into it, turning the camera on himself. Inasa’s face appears a moment later, cheeks flushed and a subtle sheen of sweat on his bare shoulders.
“Hello handsome,” he says with a grin, his teeth bright in the dim light of the hotel room. The camera is being held, one of Inasa’s fingers barely poking into view.
“Hello,” Shouto replies with his own mild smile. “I’ve missed you this week.”
“I’ve missed you too,” Inasa says, eyes intense as they look out at Shouto. “As passionate as everyone is down here, it’s just not the same! I’ve wanted nothing more than to fly home and hold you. These hotel beds are too cold without you.”
Shouto smiles gently at the camera, “Do you want me to show you have much I’ve missed you?”
“Yes!” Inasa’s face splits into a grin. “I always want to see you!”
Shouto leans back against the headboard —just to the side of the toy attached to it— and spreads his legs. Inasa’s face becomes enraptured, and Shouto can hear the fapping sound of skin on skin.
“I haven’t even put anything in, and you’re already this excited?” He quickly cleans the plugs before pouring a generous amount of the thick, toy safe lube onto the thinner of the two plugs. It starts just barely thicker than one of Shouto’s fingers, though the length is almost as long as one of Inasa’s. The flare at the base barely four centimeters wide. He spreads his legs wide, bracing his feet on either side of the comforter pile as he slides down far enough that he can still see Inasa, but also knows his hole is fully on display. Inasa’s eyes follow the toy as he slides it over his ass, spreading the lube around before pressing the tip to his hole. It slips in easily, his body already craving to be filled.
“Do it slowly,” Inasa tells him, “Make it last.”
Shouto groans as he closes his eyes and forces himself to be slow with the toy. The plastic is firm beneath his fingers, withstanding the slight chill that is no doubt radiating from them.
“Just like that,” Inasa says as Shouto carefully moves the toy in and out of himself, only allowing a few centimeters at a time. “You’re taking it so easily! Have you really missed me that much?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll be taking that one in no time. Amazing.”
Shouto blushes and nods, pushing the toy in further.
“I wish it was your finger,” Shouto pants as he gets more inside. “I enjoy when you curl them. F-feels so much better than this.” He pushes it in further, the toy teasingly close to his prostate, but unable to fully press against it. Shouto shifts, whimpers, and tries to get the plastic where he wants it. It sends a skitter of pleasure through him, making his body shudder, but that is all. “You’re so much better than this,” he whimpers.
“But it looks so good in you,” Inasa breathes, his eyes locked on Shouto.
Shouto watches his pupils, the dark circles blown wide as they follow his hand until he presses the flare into him. The stretch is almost nothing compared to what he knows he can take. He pulses the toy a few times, lets it skim his prostate to leave him shuddering, then removes it and sets it aside on the used wipe. He snatches up the second and adds more lube.
“Sure you’re ready for that one? Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Says the man who splits me in two.” He pushes the second plug to his hole, the tip closer to the size of the first’s base. It flares out much more dramatically, almost to seven centimeters at the base, and Shouto presses nearly half of it inside him on the first go. The stretch burns slightly, but it’s not bad, and he moans as he works the toy in and out quicker than before.
“Shouto,” Inasa groans. “I love how passionate you are, but slow down.”
“I want you.” It’s the only phrase in his mind as he keeps working at the quick pace. “Want you.” His ass opens up for the toy after a few minutes, his body already worked up and wanting the thick shaft it has become accustomed too over the last half year. When it pops inside him, both he and Inasa let out twin groans.
“Even full your ass looks so hungry.”
“It is,” Shouto replies. He pulses the plug into himself, getting it in as far as he can to help spread and slick himself.
“Are you ready for me?” Inasa asks as Shouto whines and wiggles, the toy just a little too short to do what he needs.
“Yes,” he breathes before pulling the plug out. He sits up quickly, getting two more wipes before giving the toys a quick clean and depositing them on the side table. He’ll be more thorough later, right now he doesn’t have the patience.
He applies a generous amount of lube to the toy, and then double checks that the height will work.
“Put me off to the side,” Inasa pants. “I want to see me slide into you.”
“You like doing that, don’t you,” Shouto murmurs as he moves the camera onto a pile of pillows this time. “You always spread me apart and watch when you take me like this.”
“Of course I do; it’s a miracle you can take me, not to mention as well as you do. I told you, you're amazing.”
Shouto smiles at him; head turned toward the camera. His face is just barely in frame, and Inasa’s eyes are locked onto his screen. Shouto says nothing as he pushes the head of the toy to his hole. It breaches him as Shouto pushes back, the firm material spreading him wide open.
“Inasa,” he groans, the head so familiar and foreign at the same time. Where Inasa’s would twitch and be warm, this one is stationary and cool. Still, it spreads him as Inasa would, and he finds himself pushing back.
“Slow, babe,” Inasa says. “Like this.”
Shouto opens his eyes and finds that the camera is now pointed not at Inasa’s face, but his cock. His hand fists it, sliding the foreskin back and forth along it as the tip dribbles precum down onto his fingers — Shouto whimpers when he sees it, slowing his pace to match the hand.
“Good,” Inasa says. “Just like that.”
Shouto pushes back on the toy at the same speed as the hand, watching with his eyes to see how far down it goes.
“I can almost feel how you swallow me up,” Inasa pants, his hand visibly squeezing on a downstroke, “Like it can’t get enough even though you’re being split open wide.”
“It’s not,” Shouto manages as he takes another few centimeters. “It’s never enough until I have all of you.”
“Fuck, Sho,” Inasa groans. The curse goes to Shouto's cock, Inasa usually more articulate even with his enthusiasm. “You’ve almost got it all. I know you can take it, just a little more!”
Shouto nods, pushing back slowly this time. He’s getting close to his limit, but it is one he loves to push. Every time Shouto’s with Inasa, he demands he go faster, harder, and only recently has that been happening. There is a slight discomfort when he finally feels the balls nestle against his taint, the plastic more unyielding than Inasa’s dick; not bending as much with his body. He pauses, breathing through the discomfort. Inasa’s phone screen flips back to his face, his eyes wide.
“I can see it.” Inasa’s voice is full of awe. “I can see it moving your belly.”
Shouto lifts hir right, shaking hand to push against his lower belly, and sure enough, he can feel his stomach ripple, and when he pushes down, there is a hard pressure under the freezing pads of his fingers. He pulls forward slowly, feeling the spread of his body before sliding back. Nonsensical syllables fall from his mouth as he pushes against the toy inside him and feels it move his insides.
“Holy shit, babe,” Inasa breathes. “How does it feel?”
Shouto pushes back again, rolls his hips, and shudders.
"It’s good,” he replies as he falls forward and then moves back, “But it’s not enough."
“What?!”
"It’s a pale comparison to you,” Shouto replies as he starts to move more forcefully against the toy; the headboard creaks. “It feels so much like you, but it’s missing so much.” He drops himself forward, making the pressure shift back against his spine. He groans, but again it’s not quite what he needs.
“Like what?” Inasa askes, eyes locked on his screen. “What do you need?”
“Your hands.” He circles his hips, shuddering as he feels the toy scrape along his prostate. “I miss your h-hands. Your mouth.”
“I’d have both all over you if I were there. Add some new marks. You heal so fast; I don’t see any of the ones I left last time.”
“I want them,” he whimpers, his body moving back quicker. He’s bottoming out almost every time now.
“Where?”
“My neck.” He moves his warm hand up around his throat, pushing gently. “My shoulders.” He slides it around, biting his short nails into the pale skin to the point that it feels like it may break.
“I’m going to mark you up so bad when I get home it’ll look like you were in a villain fight,” Inasa growls.
“Yes,” Shouto hisses, his nails dragging down over the front of his shoulder. He shifts a little, moving his legs outward, and it helps lower the angle of the toy. On his next press in, it skims past his prostate, making him see stars as he cries out and shudders, forearms collapsing as he fucks himself.
“Shouto,” Inasa grits. “Are you close?”
Shouto can only respond with a groan, his hips moving erratically as he stares at his phone and listens to the headboard rap against the wall. Inasa’s face is sheened in sweat, his eyes focussed just below his camera and at the screen. The picture moves slightly, and Shouto can hear the ‘fap, fap, fap’ as Inasa fucks his hand. He tries to go with it, but it’s impossible at the new angle, and he is left groaning semblances of Inasa’s name as he fucks himself to the best of his ability.
“So close,” Inasa grunts. “What about you, babe? Almost there? Please tell me you’re almost there. I want to come with you!”
Shouto whimpers and nods, rocking himself back onto the toy hard enough that the heavy headboard starts to knock against the wall with each press. He goes to reach out to the phone only for Inasa to shake his head.
“Touch yourself,” he pants. “Touch yourself for me. Please! Shouto, I want you to cum. I need to see you cum!”
Shouto quickly complies, his hand darting in between his legs to stroke his cock with his left hand, imaging the intense heat coming off of it to be the warmth of Inasa’s palm. The head is slick with precum, and with the traces of lube left on Shouto’s hand, it lets him move his fist easily over it.
“Come on, Shouto,” Inasa pants. “Cum for me. I want you to cum for me.”
“‘Nasa,” he pants, eyes on the screen, hand on his cock. “I-I want you.”
“I’m right here,” he pants back. “Right here.”
Shouto twists slightly, trying to see him better. In doing so, the toy hits his prostate at a new angle. Between the shock of pleasure that zips up his spine and the pressure of his palm against the head of his dick, Shouto finally finds his release.
It hits him hard, making his whole body jerk as he cries out a semblance of Inasa’s name and collapses forward. The toy inside him forces his hips to stay upward; the toy impaled deep inside him as he cums onto the sheets below. A few strands manage to cling to his belly, running down it in warm, sticky streams; steaming on the left side of his belly, and becoming sluggish and icy on the right. From the phone, he hears the strangled, almost painful cry Inasa gives when he cums. He turns and looks at the phone —which shows Inasa somewhat askew, but still in the frame— and watches the way Inasa’s eyes close and his mouth pulls back as he cries out, only for his jaw to snap shut and the sound to escape through his teeth. Shouto feels a ghost of them in his shoulder, and wishes they were embedded in his flesh so he could feel the groans ripple through him.
Shouto watches with heavy eyes as Inasa’s face falls into relaxed exhaustion, his eyes opening to look out at Shouto.
“How are ya doing?” he asks, voice slightly gravelly.
Shouto replies with a contented hum.
“Good, glad to hea—”
Shouto hears muffled knocking.
“Shit!” Inasa hisses as he jerks his head to the side. “C-coming!”
“I thought you just did,” Shouto teases.
Inasa grins at him and gives a wink. “Love you, gotta go.”
“Love you, too,” Shouto replies just before the call ends. Shouto chuckles as he forces himself up onto his forearms. He comes off the toy with a groan, his insides gaping and twitching from the loss. He falls over on his side, away from the mess on the bed, and focuses on finding his breathing.
From the pillow, Shouto’s phone lights up. He wipes his hand on the already dirtied sheets before picking it up.
Inasa
Got a noise compliant
complaint*
Shouto chuckles to himself.
You can be very loud
:P
Talk after showr?OK
:D
Shouto puts the phone back on the pillows before laying down with a sigh. His lower body aches pleasantly, and he can feel this sweat and the cum on his belly starting to dry. Still, he waits to get up, allowing himself to bask in the afterglow for a moment longer. Around him, the air in the room shifts against his skin; a ghostly caress from a hundred miles away.