I’m thinking of shouto being crossed for the first time, and he’s...

I’m thinking of shouto being crossed for the first time, and he’s all nice and lazy and floaty and likes being in someone’s lap as they run their hands over his back and hips and thighs and he just sighs into their neck

lips coasting over the skin, bc he feels so nice and he thinks skin against his lips feels even better, so he starts leaving the tiniest press of lips along the tendon, until they grasp at his thighs harder, something shifting under him, growing tighter

Shouto can feel it but not in the way it would normally feel, he’s not thinking about what he’s doing or nervous about where to put his hands, no, he just cards them over broad shoulders into soft, short hair, kisses and kisses until he finds his way to another pair of lips

He feels so good in the moment, only paying attention to the heat of hands and thighs under him and tongue dancing on his own, he doesn’t even register that the rest of the crowd is quiet, watching, and it makes his body tingle and lazily shift over and over until he’s flushed

“What do you have there, sweetheart?” A voice calls from beside them, but it sounds like it's moving through water. Shouto doesn’t even register that they've stopped kissing until he opens his eyes to bright honey ones, hazy.

He’s recalibrating himself, when those lips, a little swollen, answer the question.

“I dunno Hanta, but he’s sure fun to play with.” Denki whispers, tilting his head more toward the other as he leans over the couch watching them both.

Shouto blinks a second too long, but opens to two carnal expressions gazing back at him. Wanting.

Shouto thinks his quirk is reacting, but there’s nothing around him that would give off that impression. No, he feels this flame from within, feels it heating his cheeks.

But he also can feel a really, really pleasant tingle in his face, in his lips. Like the two are trying to vie for his attention. Like two across from him. Denki, with his flashes and sparks coming over his body like he can’t control how good Shouto feels against him.

Hanta, who’s cool as ice and smoothes the heat, bringing a calming hand to the back of Denki’s hair. Shouto and Hanta’s hands touch, only a slight brush of pinkies, but that first touch sends a shock through his system and shifts over now something hard.

“Can we play with him some more?” Denki asks, and Shouto realizes they’re looking at him. Talking about him. Wanting to play with him. He’s not even looking at Hanta as he asks, so he knows that it’s actually directed toward Shouto. Asking for his permission.

He slides his hands to grab onto shoulders to steady himself, shifting as he does. Everything’s too slow and fast at the same time, the smallest of movements passing through his body like waves. He wants more.

He wants to feel that endless rocking against one another, against the sensation in his self, pulsing. Pushing. A dizzying heat held soft with a liquifying calm.

"What do you say, Shouto? Wanna play?" Hanta asks, and the smile he gives is easy. Warm.

It comforts him in a way he didn't even know he needed.

He nods, and both grin so wide at him, for wanting back. He likes knowing he's allowed to want back. That he's not doing anything wrong, feeling the moment. He likes knowing that he's being taken care of. So he smiles, and nods, and he's excited for the hands that grasp him.