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@the-b0neyard / @sinn-d​: [mouth] + [pants] w/ Shohei >:)) / SMUT STARTERS & SYMBOLS. [mouth] - to mouth at my muse’s groin through their pants or underwear [pants] - to make my muse come in their pants

                   shuichi  has  to  hand  it  to  him  —  shohei’s  become  much  more  of  a  tease  since  his  return .   after  they  worked  things  out  between  them  —  a  lot  of  talking ,   a  lot  of  fucking ,   and  some  softer ,   intimate  moments  after  that ,   he  thinks  they’ve  finally  found  something  good .   and  shohei’s  confidence ?   well ,   that’s  gone  through  the  roof .   definitely  one  of  the  best  parts  of  all  this . 

he’s  focused  intently  on  the  game  in  front  of  him ,   sitting  in  his  chair  with  feet  planted  firmly  on  the  floor  for  leverage .   shohei  kneels  on  the  ground  in  front  of  him ,   intent  on  being  the  world’s  biggest  DISTRACTION .

if  he  cared  more  about  this  game ,   or  had  any  sense  of  shame  at  all ,   shuichi  might’ve  been  upset .   but  honestly ?   he  wants  to  see  how  this  goes .   probably ,   shohei  thinks  if  he  gets  shuichi  worked  up  enough ,   he’ll  stop  &&  fuck  him  proper .   shuichi  is  determined  to  prove  him  wrong .

shohei’s  mouth  is  hot  &&  wet ,   something  he  can  feel  even  though  the  soft  cotton  of  his  sweatpants .   his  cocks  are  both  hard ,   straining  against  the  fabric ,   and  the  dampness  is  growing  more  &&  more  obvious .   shuichi  groans ,   rocking  his  hips  forward ,   and  he  releases  the  controller  with  one  hand ,   reaching  down  to  curl  his  fingers  into  shohei’s  hair .   he  holds  him  there ,   pressing  his  face  further  into  his  groin ,  &&  parts  his  legs  more  to  release  some  pressure .   shohei  is  eager ,   his  mouth  &&  tongue  incessant ,   and  before  shuichi  knows  it ,   he’s  teetering  on  the  edge .

“ wait ,   fuck ,   shohei ,   hold  on  — ”   but  it’s  too  late .   he  comes ,   from  one  cock ,   quickly  followed  by  the  other .   shuichi’s  head  falls  back ,   game  all  but  forgotten ,   as  he  cries  out ,   fingers  tightening  in  shohei’s  hair .   he  feels  the  hot ,   white  cum  spill  down  his  pants ,   &&  his  face  flushes  in  embarrassment  &&  further  arousal .   shohei ,   for  his  part ,   looks  all  too  pleased  with  himself .

@the-b0neyard​ / @sinn-d: “I’ll let you have me any way you want.” From Shohei >:) / SMUT STARTERS & SYMBOLS.

              what  a  tempting  offer  that  is .   shuichi  laughs  quietly  &&  kisses  shohei  softly  —  a  little  bit  of  tenderness  as  a  thank  you  before  they  get  to  what  he  has  in  mind .   “  you’re  so  NEEDY ,   you  know  that ? ”   he’s  not  mad  about  it  —  his  tone  is  teasing ,   gentle .   but  he  is  in  the  middle  of  a  game ,   &&  it’s  one  he’s  not  ready  to  set  aside  just  yet ,   not  until  he’s  beaten  this  level .   “ tell  you  what , ”   he  says ,   leaning  back  &&  wiggling  deftly  out  of  his  pants  &&  underwear .   “ i’ll  let  you  sit  on  my  cock  while  i  play ,   how  ‘bout  that ? ”   he  curls  his  fingers  around  shohei’s  chin ,   tipping  his  face  down  to  look  at  him .   “ you  can  be  my  personal  cockwarmer . ”

he  laughs  at  the  flush  in  shohei’s  cheeks  at  the  suggestion .   it’s  different  from  what  they  usually  do ,   a  little  more  adventurous ,   but  shuichi  has  a  feeling  shohei  will  enjoy  it .   and  he  did  offer  so  generously .

“ take  your  time , ”   he  says ,   turning  back  to  the  screen  &&  starting  up  his  game  again .   “ when  you’re  ready . . . ”   he  gestures  to  his  lap .

there’s  something  really  hot  about  knowing  shohei’s  only  a  few  feet  away ,   preparing  himself  on  his  own  while  shuichi  pointedly  ignores  him  in  favor  of  blowing  up  cars .   but  he’s  not  really  ignoring  him .   he’s  listening  to  his  quiet  huffs  &&  whines ,   every  little  sound ,   &&  when  he’s  sure  shohei  isn’t  looking ,   he  glances  over  his  shoulder ,   grinning  at  the  sight .

It’s always difficult, the first few moments of being maskless in front of someone that’s new to the sight, but Reggie likes to think he handles it well. Gazing not quite back at Spinner but enough so he doesn’t look cowardly. Grin still haughty and crooked, but something tender about his expression, his brow raising as the seconds tick into a handful of minutes of staring, before Shuichi backs down, leaving just him. Breath strangely light as he pushes away his own discomfort to poke at that of his companion.

“Mm, you never know.” A lazy, rolling shrug. “Some people don’t like reminders, and some people are possessive over them. You were worried about Dabi earlier, and I’m just - yanno, letting you know. He’s not going to give a fuck about any clawmarks you leave behind. And I’m - well, I’ll fucking mind them, but not in a way that’s negative, yanno?” His fingers dance, gaze dropping to watch them pet along green scales. Brow quirking just a little as he watches the other shiver. “We’re friends. I don’t want you to feel fucking weird after it if you see anything that reminds you of it. Or if I look - pained later. So, if you ain’t into me being - a bragging bitch - don’t leave any evidence in showy places. I on’y ask that you don’t fucking murder me. Snuff isn’t my thing and I have an - aversion to death.”

Shuichi is - soft. Something made obvious by his touch, the hesitation in his speech, and Reggie feels immediate kinship to it, the insecurities he shows as he asks what should ordinarily be an innocent question. Kisses being something natural, and normal - unless of course you had a mug like his.

“Baby,” He croons, off-key and giggly. “I regularly fuck a guy that - shit - I’ve gotten staples in places staples should not be. Ain’t nothin’ gunna weird me out more than that. So yeah, fucking kiss me.”

                well ,   okay .   he  has  a  point  there .   shuichi  is  worried  about  dabi  —  he’s  always  worried  about  dabi ,   not  trusting  him  as  far  as  he  can  throw  him .   but  wrench  —  reggie  —  likes  him ,   &&  that’s  good  enough  for  shuichi .   if  dabi  is  okay  with  this  arrangement ,   then  he  sees  no  reason  to  concern  himself  with  it .

and  god ,   there’s  a  little  part  of  him  that  gets  a  thrill  at  the  thought  of  dabi  knowing  he  fucked  his  boyfriend .   even  if  he’s  cool  with  it .

but  the  other  explanation  makes  sense  too .   even  more so .   &&   it’s  so  sweet  &&  so  thoughtful ,   shuichi  finds  himself  overwhelmed  with  fondness  for  his  friend  &&  his  considerate  nature .   “ yer  so  fuckin’  sweet ,   which  is  weird ,   considering  what  we’re  talking  about . ”

There’s a comment, a teasing one, bubbling at the back of his throat when the tail is mentioned, a joke about penetration with it, but it is quickly forgotten as his attention is drawn to claws. Fucking claws. There’s no amount of regret in him, even as he thinks about the damage that can be done, instead it’s a curious rush of excitement, something that has him reaching for a hand with one of his own, intent on examining them more than he already has - than his drunk self has already indulged himself with.

But that hand diverts at the teasing, and whip quick he slaps a hand playfully down against a muscled thigh, whole hand squeezing, fingertips digging in in a movement that could be - would be a threat from anyone else. As it is, it’s accompanied by a laugh, sharp and loud, and the sudden movement of his body.

Dabi has often compared him to a clawless cat in jest, all awkward limbs and movements too fast and eager to be aware of his own body weight - but when Reg slips from his spot into Shuichi’s lap, it’s with purposeful, measured movements, weight dropping carefully down on his lower thighs, giving them both enough room and distance to watch each other. (Truthfully, he’s still more than a little wary of a freak out - there’s plenty of reasons for Shuichi to back out and have a panic attack while he does so, and he doesn’t want to suffer a concussion because of it.)

“Fuck you.” He says without meaning it, as evidenced by the small laugh he lets out after. “It’s common practice when I’m about to take off my mask.” Because without it, that’s who he is. Just Reggie. With one hand still squeezing the poor villain’s thigh, Reggie reaches up to touch said mask, fingers finding the clasp with practiced ease. “Don’t be an asshole, or I’ll just leave you high and dry.”

The threat can be about any number of things - his name, the reveal of it, the reveal of his face - but he doesn’t elaborate. Instead he undoes the clasp and pulls the mask from his face, revealing Reginald in all his glory. Light purple circles of exhaustion surrounding his eyes, the red birthmark that takes up space around his temple and part of his face, the soft indents from where his mask had laid previously.

Sharp eyes flick about, alternating between watching Shuichi’s gaze and some point just to the left of him, eye contact still being a bit rough when it came to first time exposures. “And, for the record, I don’t mind bites or scratches.” The mask is gently placed off to the side, his now free hand reaching up to too gently touch at the scales on his neck, gaze dropping to watch the path of his own fingers. “I don’t really register pain like - other people? That’s really the only warning you get. I’m not going to tell you to stop even if you do hurt me. And I’ll probably wear marks with pride.” Meaning he’s going to flaunt them, like he does the burns or bruises already pressed into his skin. “So you probably should consider that before you bite, Shuichi.”

            it’s already all so much — did wrench ( sorry, reg )  HAVE to sit in his lap, too? shuichi groans a little as the weight sinks onto him, and his face immediately burns red, deepening when his hand closes around his thighs. but his own embarrassment doesn’t last long, attention diverted by him pulling the mask off.

he doesn’t... look like he expected, though shuichi isn’t quite sure what he expected, honestly. he’s... almost plain, birthmark aside — especially next to himself, or dabi, or shigaraki. shuichi huffs a breath, warm as it hangs between them. they’re close. intimately so.

shuichi stares at him for a moment longer, then swallows, and looks down.

“fair enough,” he mumbles, breath catching as reggie’s fingers brush along his neck. he shivers involuntarily. his scales have always been overly sensitive, something he’s bound to quickly discover. “i, um....” his face is still hot, but he forces himself to look up and meet his eyes. it’s a rare thing, after all. and then he clears his throat. “you say that like it’s gonna deter me.”

@urfutureuwu​: "Hey," He seems innocent, far too fucking innocent, which means he's one hundred percent up to something. "If we're besties, why haven't I seen your dicks?" Ah, yes, there it is. "I mean, c'mon Spinny, I'm probably the only person you know who would use both of them. Is this discrimination because I'm American?" / UNPROMPTED.

                 he shouldn’t be surprised at this point by the weird && inappropriate shit wrench says to him on the regular. and mostly, it doesn’t bother him. even this... doesn’t REALLY bother him. it’s more just.... he’s heard it before. everyone who’s ever insulted him shuts up really fast when his anatomy comes into question. 

the difference, of course, is that outside of light teasing, wrench has been nothing but nice to him. calls him shit like ‘bestie’, and shuichi is actually inclined to believe it.

he swallows thickly, turning his gaze on wrench after he’s pulled his expression into something a little more composed than his initial reaction.

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             it makes sense that this is tomura’s first time, but he lets the surprise wash over him nonetheless. it’s not that he would have expected tomura to have many opportunities for stuff like this, but he has a hard time imagining no one has wanted to be intimate with tomura before now. before him. or maybe they have, and tomura’s simply turned them down. either way — he feels incredibly special. it helps ease his own nerves a little.

“of course,” he murmurs, though he wonders in the back of his mind if he knows how. all of his own sexual encounters have been rough, bordering on violent, cold && uncaring. ‘intimacy’ means very little when the other person feels nothing but disgust when they’re with you. this... is something different altogether. something new.

“do you want me?” "hm? what? what wait what WHAT????? ...are you serious?" "if that's a no..." "oh my god no. i mean. yes. i mean, no, its not a no. that's a yes.“

he’s already made a fool of himself ;   shuichi’s face is bright red with embarrassment, but he’s too deep into this to be deterred further. he wants this, wants tomura, more than ANYTHING. and he’s not necessarily clumsy or inexperienced, but it’s different, because he loves tomura. he worships tomura. the guys he slept with, back then, meant nothing. tomura means everything.

he’s a flustered mess as tomura begins to undress, and he follows suit, though much faster. he’s down to just his boxers, and painfully hard — something obviously visible through the light fabric.