Thank you for bringing me back..."
Izuku blushed as he looked at Shoto, the tall man with distinctive hair—one side red, one side white. His usually neat suit was now slightly disheveled, which only made him look more captivating, giving Izuku the feeling that he could finally get a little closer to him.
Shoto looked at the young man before him. He had sparkling green hair and eyes, and a strangely beautiful face. At this moment, he was blushing, making the freckles on his cheeks appear more prominent. His lips were slightly pursed, and he looked at Shoto shyly, like a ripe fruit waiting to be picked.
Shoto suddenly staring at him made Izuku jump a little, and he hurriedly lowered his head, stammering, "Ah, that... thank you, I'm going inside now..."
Izuku turned to leave, but before he could take a step, his wrist was grasped. Shoto's large, warm hand enveloped his, almost instinctively making Izuku's fingers curl up slightly.
He opened his eyes wide, feeling like his head was a boiling teapot, emitting steam. His face was so hot that Izuku was sure he looked precisely like a cooked shrimp right now!
Aaaaaaa, Shoto held his hand?!
However, Shoto's following words stopped Izuku short: "You like me, don't you, Izuku."
Izuku's eyes widened. The blood seemed to drain from his body, his face instantly turning pale. He froze completely, not daring to turn his head to look at Shoto.
Why... how could Shoto know? He clearly thought he had hidden it well! At least that's what Izuku felt.
It was true, he liked Shoto, but Shoto didn't like men. So, he had decided to bury those feelings forever.
Now that Shoto had found out, how would he feel? Would Shoto be disgusted with him, hate him, and avoid him?
Just thinking about this made Izuku's heart clench.
He didn't turn around, only saying, "What are you talking about, Shoto? I... I..."
But before Izuku could finish his sentence, Shoto embraced him!
Izuku's eyes widened. His lips moved, but no words came out. There seemed to be two swirling whirlpools in his eyes; he couldn't believe what had just happened.
At the same time, Shoto's deep, affectionate voice echoed from above, "I've always loved you too, Izuku."
Izuku: "!!!"
Wha... what? Shoto loved him, too? No, what kind of nightmare was this? It could never...
"Don't joke..." Izuku murmured.
But right then, Shoto suddenly kissed him on the lips, blocking the beautiful small mouth from uttering any further words.
Izuku opened his eyes wide, looking at Shoto, and Shoto looked at Izuku. They were kissing, but they weren't even closing their eyes.
Shoto advanced rapidly. One hand held the back of Izuku's neck, and his lips began to suck on Izuku's mouth. His other hand gripped Izuku's waist, pulling him tightly against his own body.
Izuku seemed like he still wanted to say something, but Shoto took the opportunity to accelerate his advance. His tongue plunged directly into Izuku's oral cavity, starting to coil around Izuku's tongue, intertwining endlessly. A wet sound echoed in the silent hallway. Izuku was kissed and sucked by Shoto to the point of near suffocation. Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, and the spreading pleasure made his legs tremble.
He could only claw at Shoto's shirt with both hands, begging Shoto to spare him.
"Pop." A slight sound rang out. Their lips and tongues separated, leaving a silver thread hanging under the moonlight.
Izuku's lips were kissed until they lost their pink color, becoming bright red, and saliva ran down his chin.
He was kissed to the point where he could only gasp for air, each breath seemingly steaming. His whole body felt drained of strength, relying entirely on Shoto to stand upright.
Shoto's breathing was also slightly ragged. "So now you believe I love you, too?"
"Hah... this... this isn't a dream... is it?"
Izuku looked at Shoto, his eyes shimmering with moisture, whether from the kiss or from emotion, only he knew.
Shoto looked at Izuku like that, immediately pulling him into a hug. They were closer than ever, able to hear each other's heartbeats and feel each other's warmth.
Izuku could even feel something hard and hot bulging beneath Shoto's pants.
So Shoto truly liked him. He truly had feelings for him.
Izuku bit his lip, gathering almost all his courage to look up and say decisively, "Can you stay here with me tonight, Shoto?"
"I've always wanted to."
Shoto didn't keep Izuku waiting. He directly kissed his lips once more.
"Izuku was dazed from the kissing. He didn't know when they had moved from the hallway into his room.
He was pushed onto the bed while Shoto stood tall. He yanked off his tie and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing attractive, rock-hard muscles.
Izuku's eyes widened, and his whole body immediately heated up, partly from shame and partly from anticipation. He quickly turned his head, burying his face in the pillow.
Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he frantically tried to scramble up, whispering, "Let me... let me go prepare."
But before he could get up, he was pushed back onto the bed once more. The soft mattress made his body bounce slightly.
His two hands were spread behind him, and he looked up blankly at Shoto.
Shoto maintained a cold expression and asked, "Prepare what?"
Izuku felt Shoto was truly straight; he would never understand these things.
But just as he thought that, Shoto's next move made his eyes widen in astonishment.
He pulled out an enema bag filled with water. Izuku was a bit stunned, even wondering when that thing got there.
But right then, Shoto's large, warm hand pressed down on Izuku's lower abdomen, moving gently.
Izuku shivered. His mind was too clouded to think; his dick below began to twitch. It had only been slightly hard earlier, but now it was completely erect.
Izuku gasped for air. Shoto's gentle kiss paused at his earlobe, and he whispered, "Just let me take care of you."
Izuku trembled, unsure if it was due to Shoto's words or his sensitive ear, or perhaps both.
Izuku thought to himself, covering his eyes with his arm, and finally gave a slight nod.
Shoto couldn't help but find Izuku's reaction amusing. Izuku was truly fair-skinned, so his face was now red as if it were about to bleed, and his skin all over was slightly flushed with embarrassment.
"How adorable," Shoto thought, and then he began seriously peeling off Izuku's layers of clothing.
His movements were slow and gentle, which only made Izuku feel more impatient and anxious. By the time he was left with no clothes on, Izuku began to cry, his soft sobbing sounding like a tiny kitten.
He didn't know why. Perhaps he was embarrassed, or maybe it was because Shoto's hand was nonchalantly tracing his body, making him feel nothing but tingling and trembling.
He liked it... he liked it too much... Shoto was actually touching him.
He... he wanted more.
...
"Uhm... Shoto, stop, I can't hold it anymore. I want it, Shoto... give it to me..."
In the bathroom, Izuku's hazy, chaotic voice rang out, whining.
At this moment, his two arms were wrapped around Shoto's neck, his legs forced to clamp around Shoto's waist. Shoto's large hands were now kneading Izuku's butt, gently massaging, but not intending to satisfy Izuku's desire.
Izuku vaguely touched his own stomach, which was swollen as if he were pregnant. It was already the fourth time; the water had clearly been pure white and clean a moment ago, but Shoto still continued to pour water into him.
He even held him in this position as he walked around the bathroom. Each movement made Izuku feel incredibly uncomfortable, the insane urge to excrete tormenting him.
As before, Shoto leaned toward Izuku's ear, whispering, "It hasn't been ten minutes yet, Izuku. Ten minutes each time."
Izuku was almost desperate. Shoto's expression was clearly so serious... he wasn't bullying him, was he?
Izuku didn't know. He could only clench the front of Shoto's shirt and angrily bite his collarbone.
Stiffly, Izuku instinctively ground his teeth.
Shoto couldn't help but frown, a low groan escaping his throat. His lower body felt hard, ready to explode.
"Don't do that, Izuku."
He suppressed his urge and spoke.
Izuku was highly uncomfortable and refused to listen to Shoto at this point.
Suddenly, the world spun. Shoto put Izuku down near the toilet and abruptly pulled out the anal plug!
Everything happened too fast. Izuku almost immediately flinched, and right after, his sphincter contracted, continuously expelling the water inside. The combination of discomfort and strange pleasure only made Izuku sob helplessly. He clawed tightly at Shoto's shoulders, his waist wriggling slightly.
Shoto stared at the stream of water flowing out of Izuku, like a small, uncontrollable faucet, and then looked at Izuku's tear-streaked, hazy expression. He obsessively leaned down and kissed away his tears, saying softly, "Don't worry, you'll be comfortable soon. I'll put something else in your belly, alright?"
As he spoke, he used his fingers to rub that area on Izuku. Izuku trembled, unsure if it was stimulated by Shoto's actions or words, or perhaps both. His dick, which had wilted slightly from discomfort, began to twitch and stand erect again.
Shoto looked at Izuku's reaction, couldn't help but chuckle, and immediately picked Izuku up and headed out.