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Theophagy

noun

the·​oph·​a·​gy

– the sacramental eating of a god typically in the form of an animal, image, or other symbol as a part of a religious ritual and commonly for the purpose of communion with or the receiving of power from the god

Kudo had been waiting for some type of a catalyst to happen for a while now.

This wasn't exactly what he had in mind.

Days and nights in the hideout after they had rescued Yoichi had been… kind of awkward, at first. He was reserved, quiet, cagey and scared of every single little noise echoing against the hollow metal structures. He cast nervous glances around, followed his and Bruce's movements with keen eyes, seemingly always on his toes as if someone was out to get him.

And the thing was, someone was out to get him, to get them, for having had the audacity to free Yoichi from a madman's cellar. Kudo shuddered even at the fleeting idea of the silver haired man with lifeless, soulless eyes, and hands that destroyed everything they touched.

Kudo also knew Yoichi wasn't sleeping. It wasn’t hard to see. His eyebags rivaled his own, dark and purple and bruised against his pale skin. His eyes would fog up occasionally, as if getting lost in his head, lids lowering only to jolt back into reality with panic he barely managed to push down. Sometimes he didn’t jolt back, though. Sometimes it seemed he couldn't stop the feeling of exhaustion getting to him quickly enough, couldn’t prevent sleep from cradling him in its arms, and in those moments Yoichi would slump over whenever he happened to be sitting and fell asleep within seconds.

Both he and Bruce very quickly noticed a pattern, though. If it was just Bruce and Yoichi in the room, the exhausted man would not sleep. He would sit on an available cot in the common room, gathering his long and gangly limbs as close to himself as he could and cradle them as if he were hugging himself, in a way that reminded Kudo of a small child soothing themselves when no one else would. It was only when it was either just Kudo or both Kudo and Bruce in the room when Yoichi would pass out, measured breathing turning into small snores. 

The first time it happened Kudo hadn't thought too much of it. They were all exhausted. The rising distrust against those with meta abilities was at an all time rise, people were highly suspicious of their neighbours, anyone with mutations were in immediate danger and kept out of the daylight. They were working through all available hours to gather the resistance and making sure there was no more bloodshed on the streets. 

And then there was whatever the hell All for One was, or as Yoichi called his brother, Zen Shigaraki.

So, at first, Kudo hadn't thought it weird for Yoichi to fall asleep out randomly. It was only when it kept happening. It was when it kept happening only around him.

What was new was what happened one night, sometime after they had rescued Yoichi. Kudo had been coasting along the line of sleep and wake, his brain too loud for him to shut it off properly. Another attack had been made, another protest, more people injured. He tried to come up with ideas, ways to keep people safe, for ways to stay out of his radar, ways to get more supplies and resources–

The slight noise of shuffling clothes and the warmth underneath his duvet getting replaced by cold air as it was lifted up jolted him straight into wakefulness. Before he could even comprehend it he moved, grabbing the closest thing of the assailant to him, which just so happened to be their arm, and switched their places until he was on top and they were now on the bed. They were squirming against his grip, pushing up into the arm he had laid over their neck, and finally his exhausted eyes started to sharpen in the low light just enough to catch long white hair and large, scared, green eyes.

He lifted his hands off of Yoichi in an instant, watching helplessly as he coughed and sputtered, turning to the side to breathe easier. His hand surged to the side, flicking on the yellow sidelamp, bathing the small metal room in shades of warmth. It took him a second to wet his suddenly dry mouth enough to speak. “Shit, Yoichi? What are you doing here? I thought–” he trailed off.

Once Yoichi stopped coughing enough to breathe, he said, “I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” His voice was rough and gravelly, and Kudo winced.

Kudo finally lifted himself off of the other, taking a seat on the bed, away from the other. He watched as Yoichi did the same, clearing his throat with an uncomfortable look on his face.

“No, I'm sorry,” Kudo sighed.

He kept an eye on the other man as he smiled awkwardly at him, massaging his throat. To Kudo's relief there was only a small red spot where his arm had been. Still, it must have felt uncomfortable.

 “Why are you here in the middle of night, Yoichi?” he had to ask.

He watched as Yoichi seemed to almost flinch at his question, moving his hand from his throat to the back of his neck. He looked off to the side, not meeting Kudo's searching gaze.

“Uhm, you see, I'm– sorry, I shouldn't have come here,” Yoichi said, looking like was about to get up, but Kudo lifted a hand and set it on his forearm to stop him.

“Is something wrong? You aren’t hurt, are you?” He asked with suspicion. He wasn't quite sure if Yoichi was the kind of guy who hid injuries but better safe than sorry.

“No, I just… I couldn't sleep,” Yoichi admitted, whispering voice laced with shame.

“Hey.” Kudo's stern voice made him finally lift his head up, a fiery red gaze meeting calming forest green. “There's nothing wrong with that. What I am curious about is why you are here. Did you just want to talk to someone? Honestly, Bruce is the better conversationalist out of the two of us,” Kudo said with a rueful smile.

Yoichi shook his head, his long hair swishing side to side with the motion.

“No. I was hoping I could… I could sleep here?” Yoichi said, voice quiet and shy.

Kudo felt his eyebrows raise at the suggestion. He was already trying to come up with ways to turn him down, ways to explain how that wasn't really appropriate, only to realize that maybe he wouldn't actually mind. The unrest Yoichi showed had subconsciously been affecting him too, he noticed, the anxiety wafting of the other man making him antsy too. Mixed with all the stress and daily anxiety, well... Sleeping in the same room with someone else, while he himself had trouble sleeping? Maybe it could help him too. Maybe they could help each other.

“Fine.”

Yoichi lifted his head in surprise, their eyes meeting once more. He looked genuinely surprised, like he too had thought Kudo would refuse. The look was soon replaced with a small smile, relief taking over the previous exhaustion.

And that was the first time Kudo and Yoichi gathered underneath Kudo's bedsheets, staying on their own sides out of respect, not wanting to encroach on the other's space and comfort. They both slept better than in ages.

Despite this outcome it was still a gradual shift for Yoichi to start sleeping in his bed every night. At first it was only occasionally, when Yoichi was too tired to resist the temptation of a good night's sleep, until it evolved into them getting ready for bed together and then falling asleep together.

So, honestly, Kudo should have seen this situation coming from a mile away, yet he found himself blindsided one night when Yoichi suddenly wouldn't stay still, tossing and turning on his side of the bed, waking Kudo up from a light doze.

“Wha's goin'on?” He mumbled, half awake. The shuffling immediately stopped and Kudo could feel the tension wafting off of Yoichi. The notion made him immediately more alert, his brain yelling at him that something was wrong. 

He opened his eyes and came face to face with Yoichi's back, half covered by the duvet and fully covered by the soft, white shirt he wore to bed. He was visibly tense, muscles bunching underneath fabric.

“Hey? What's wrong, are you hurt?” Kudo asked, alertness wiping all traces of sleep from his mind, and he lifted himself on his elbows so he could place a hand on Yoichi's shoulder. He watched in mounting concern as Yoichi flinched underneath his hand, curling himself into an even tighter coil on the bed.

“Hey,” Kudo said with more sternness to his voice, getting up enough to peer over Yoichi's shoulder and at his face. It was half hidden by his hair, but Kudo could see him biting his lower lip tightly, his eyes screwed shut.

Without really thinking about it too much Kudo grabbed Yoichi's shoulder tighter and used it to gain enough momentum to turn his body around. Something was obviously wrong and if Yoichi wasn't about to tell him then Kudo was just going to have to find out himself. It was very easy to manhandle him, with his slim frame and atrophied muscles from years of imprisonment and he must have accidentally overshot his strength, because he somehow managed to shove Yoichi to the side and onto his bed so aggressively the duvet got thrown off of him in the process. 

Yoichi squeaked at the sudden movement, lifting his hands up to brace himself, leaving himself completely uncovered which was exactly what Kudo needed. He immediately started tracing his eyes down Yoichi's body, trying to find traces of blood, bruises, anything, anything to point out an injury, but instead his eyes stopped at the obvious bulge straining against his pants.

Oh.

Yoichi was… hard.

“Wha–!” Yoichi finally squeaked out, his face becoming steadily redder and redder, as he tried to turn back to the side. Kudo still had a strong grip on him though, stunned at the situation. Huh, that would explain the squirming around.

“Just- just ignore it please, it'll go away,” Yoichi whined, trying to grab at Kudo's arm to make him let go. He was becoming visibly agitated, breath picking up. That was what finally jolted him back to reality and he gently let go of Yoichi, who immediately coiled back into his guarded stance.

“Hey, it's fine. It happens,” Kudo tried to soothe, watching Yoichi hide away with concern.

“Not to me. I don't… I don't like it,” Yoichi whispered into his knees, voice miserable.

Maybe it was the tone of voice or the absurdity of the situation or maybe whatever had been steadily growing between them that he had been valiantly ignoring, but something suddenly possessed him to say, “do you need… help? With it?”

Yoichi lifted his head cautiously, making eye contact shyly. “...You would do that?” He asked, voice soft and hesitant.

Now it was Kudo's turn to look to the side, feeling a light flush gather along his cheeks. “I mean, if you want to.”

“...okay,” Yoichi said softly, loosening from his ball of limbs. He was watching Kudo curiously, as if waiting for his next move.

“Okay,” Kudo repeated, watching him back, honestly surprised at the agreement.

“So, how do we…?” Yoichi trailed off, tension gathering back into his body, which was the exact opposite of what Kudo was trying to achieve here.

“Uhm, well, have you ever… masturbated?” Kudo asked awkwardly.

Yoichi gave him a hesitant nod. “Not often, but sometimes, yeah.”

“Alright. So, it's kind of like that,” Kudo explained, sitting up so he could start… whatever they were about to start.

Yoichi nodded at him again, watching him move with curious eyes. His eyes kept stopping along his thighs and forearms, left uncovered by the tanktop and shorts he was wearing. Yoichi's eyes along his skin felt electrifying, like a physical thing caressing along his skin and he shivered. Kudo lifted a hand and gently laid it down on Yoichi's chest, feeling his rabbiting heart through his skin. When he applied pressure, Yoichi allowed him to push him down until he was leaning against the headboard, splayed on the bed.

Once situated he moved so he was kneeling between Yoichi's knees, which he lifted for him when Kudo nudged them. Yoichi's hands had grabbed the bedding beside his hips, worrying the fabric with his fingers. He was biting his lower lip again, watching Kudo move with either fear or anticipation. Or maybe both?

Before Kudo even realized what he was doing he lifted a hand and smoothed his thumb over Yoichi's mouth, making him gasp and let go of his lip. His lower lip had been bitten red, teeth marks showing along the delicate flesh, already in the process of swelling from the abuse.

“You tell me if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable, alright?” Kudo said softly, afraid of breaking the sudden spell that had fallen around them, the air crackling with nerves and anticipation.

Yoichi looked him in the eyes and nodded again. Kudo allowed the lack of verbal assent, knowing he was most likely feeling too nervous to speak. It would be fine for him as long as Yoichi knew that he could tap out at any moment.

Kudo allowed his eyes to drop from Yoichi's, travelling down his nose to his mouth down to his throat, down to the impression of his clavicles that were pushing through the pale skin, down a heaving chest and a toned stomach to the part of it that had been uncovered in their tussle, a batch of white hair leading down to his pants and disappearing beneath, and finally his still straining erection. How long had he been like this? Long had he been waiting for it to go away? Squirming on the bed, uncomfortable, trying to be quiet so Kudo wouldn't wake up? He almost tutted disapprovingly at the thought, barely keeping himself in check. He lifted his hand and placed it gently on Yoichi's exposed stomach, watching the muscles there bunch and contract. He heard a soft inhale of breath and when he lifted his head to watch Yoichi's expression, he saw the other's eyes following his hand with rapt attention, mouth falling slightly open.

“Sorry, was my hand cold?” Kudo asked, softly tracing his fingers against the smooth, scarless plains of skin there.

“No,” Yoichi said, shaking his head slightly. “You're… warm.”

Kudo hummed at the notion, using his other hand to grab Yoichi's leg and placing it against his own shoulder. It opened Yoichi up to him even more, legs spreading beneath his hands. He could feel his own arousal simmering in his stomach, but he ignored it for now. This wasn't about him.

This was the thought that encouraged him to move his hand down, ghosting over the trail of hair until it came into contact with soft linen, and down until he was just about to make contact with Yoichi's erection.

Yoichi had closed his eyes at some point, even such a small teasing touch feeling overwhelming. When Kudo finally allowed his hand to make contact with his cock, enveloping it softly with his palm, Yoichi's eyes blinked back open and he looked down. His breath hitched at either the sight or the sensation, his hips moving slightly.

Kudo followed the movements, applying small amounts of pressure and movement to the area. Yoichi let out a small relieved sigh.

“Does that feel good?” Kudo couldn't help but ask, wanting to hear it said out loud.

“Ah- yeah, yeah,” Yoichi sighed, a small moan falling from his lips.

“Good,” Kudo said, applying more pressure. Yoichi whined, and this time it sounded more frustrated than satisfied.

Kudo immediately seized all movement, sending a questioning look to Yoichi.

“What's wrong?” He asked gently.

“Ah, I mean, it's good, but…” he trailed off.

Kudo immediately realised the problem when Yoichi shifted his hips. He abandoned the bulge and used both of his hands to cradle Yoichi's hips.

“But it's not as good as it could be? Are these in the way?” Kudo asked, probing for permission to slide the pants down. He hooked his thumbs beneath the hem and caressed over the warm flesh there.

“Yes, but you don't have to if you don't want to,” Yoichi said sheepishly, barely meeting his eyes.

“I want to. Can I take these off?” Kudo reassured and asked, and when Yoichi nodded he shuffled back and started slowly removing the pants. He watched in fascination as more and more pale skin and white hair got revealed, eyes following the path along his lower stomach until they fell on the base of his cock and the tops of his thighs. When Yoichi's cock got freed it curved towards his stomach, hard and angry red with moisture building at the tip. The sight made his mouth water. It had been too long since he had a cock shoved down his throat.

But this wasn't about him, this was about Yoichi. He removed the pants and set them aside, letting them pool to the floor beside the bed. Without them covering him anymore, Yoichi had knocked his knees together, trying to hide himself. He was shivering slightly, goosebumps breaking over the delicate skin.

Kudo brushed his hands along his legs, settling them around his thighs as he got closer again, trying to warm him up. Then, with his hands cradling Yoichi's bony knees, he spread his thighs and watched.

He watched the flush on Yoichi's face, the way it travelled down to his chest, the way his cock jumped against his stomach as Kudo catalogued every single twitch and movement, as if it turned Yoichi on to be scrutinized like this. Kudo himself was painfully turned on by now, straining against his shorts.

Before Kudo got back to making Yoichi feel good, he reached towards his bedside table and rummaged around. He almost celebrated out loud when his hands closed around the bottle of lube he kept there. When he brought it out, Yoichi watched it curiously until he realized what it was. Suddenly his legs slammed back together, now obvious nervousness with a touch of fear flickering over his face. Kudo was confused at the sudden change in mood, until he realized what bringing out lube could possibly imply.

He started soothing his hands along Yoichi's thighs again and said, “hey, hey, it's okay. I'm just going to use this to make everything go a little smoother and so it's more comfortable. I'm not touching anything else other than your dick, I swear.”

His soothing seemed to help, because Yoichi started uncurling again, legs falling open once more.

“Sorry, I'm just not ready for… that, yet,” Yoichi murmured, looking ashamed of himself as he turned his head to the side. Kudo used one of his palms to cradle Yoichi's cheek and turned him back towards him.

“I would never do anything you don't like, I swear. Thank you for telling me,” he said, sternly at first and then softer, trying to let Yoichi know he was being serious. Yoichi was watching him with wide eyes, tracing over Kudo's face with them. While watching his lips, Yoichi nodded and hummed his assent.

Kudo decided to lean back, trying to bring the mood back. Yoichi watched his every movement. His eyes roved over him in curiosity as he uncapped the bottle of lube, squirting a small amount out. He let it sit on his hand for a second, waiting for the chilled substance to warm up. When he deemed it warm enough, he first cupped one palm over Yoichi's hip and with the lubed one he gently cradled Yoichi's erection.

The reaction was instantaneous as Yoichi's back arched and he moaned softly. Kudo watched the reaction with amusement. He had barely touched him and he was already reacting so strongly. He started moving his hand up and down, spreading the lube, while getting used to Yoichi's warm weight against his palm. He swiped his palm over the tip, gathering the moisture there and spreading it down with him, watching Yoichi's body jolt at the feeling of it.

He slowly but surely started speeding his hand up, hearing Yoichi's breath hitch and moans fall from his lips, half muffled with the way he tried to keep them down.

“You can let go, the walls are thick here,” Kudo reminded him, and watched in fascination as Yoichi listened and allowed himself to relax. He started melting into the bed, allowing himself to enjoy the pleasure, small moans filling the air around them.

Kudo was moving his hand rhythmically fast now, watching the precum pool from the tip and dripping down to Yoichi's stomach, so he almost missed it when Yoichi suddenly tensed. What he didn’t miss was the helpless, loud moan he made when he came, shooting rope after rope of cum on his chest and stomach. Kudo worked him through it, keeping up the motion. It was only when Yoichi's moans started turning more overwhelmed than pleasured he started slowing down, eventually letting go. 

Yoichi's spent dick rested against his stomach as he breathed, chest heaving and his eyes closed, looking more relaxed and peaceful than he had in… ever, really, at least ever since Kudo met him. He was still covered in his own spend, and it seemed like the chilly air was finally starting to really bother him when he shivered.

“I'll be right back,” Kudo promised, and then made his way towards the bathroom attached to his room. He washed off the cum and lube from his hand, watching it fall down the drain. Then he grabbed some wipes and made his way back towards the bed.

Yoichi looked like he had fallen asleep, chest falling up and down gently. Kudo sat back on the bed and started cleaning him up. When the wipe made contact with Yoichi's skin, he flinched and opened an eye to watch him.

“Don't worry, just me. I'm just cleaning you up,” Kudo said, a small smile fighting to take over his lips. Yoichi looked… cute, like this, all satiated and relaxed.

It seemed that Kudo had managed to wake him up after all, because Yoichi only hummed and started sitting up. His shirt fell back to cover himself, and he watched Kudo take the wipes away. When he came back, Yoichi was watching him intently, back into his usual sitting position.

Kudo had to try to subtly shift his erection to the side, now almost painfully hard. Of course Yoichi's keen eyes immediately clocked the movement, and something like determination flitted across his face.

“You didn't…” Yoichi started. Kudo understood what he was getting at and softly shook his head.

“This was about you, not me. I'll take care of it.”

Yoichi looked like he was seconds away from pouting. “But I want to. Could I? You made me feel… good. I want you to feel good, too,” he said watching Kudo so earnestly it was almost too much.

Images of all the ways Yoichi could make him feel good immediately passed through his mind's eye and his cock gave an interested twitch. He had to rein himself in a bit, taking a deep breath and watching Yoichi back.

Letting Yoichi return the favor would most likely be fine, good even, but it still sounded a bit… dubious to him. Kudo doubted Yoichi would feel brave enough to blow him, and fucking Yoichi was off the table completely. Unless… unless Yoichi fucked him. The thought made his breath hitch in his chest, arousal pooling in his lower stomach.

Suddenly feeling his mouth becoming dry, he had to clear it a bit before he was sure speaking was something he was able to do again. When it was, he said, “I have an idea. You're allowed to say no.”

Yoichi watched him with an open, curious expression. He nodded softly.

“I was thinking you could… fuck me.”

Despite the clearing of his throat his words were still gravelly and low with arousal, and Yoichi's expression changed into wonder, like the whole thought hadn't even occurred to him.

“Are you sure? I'm not sure if I would be that good at it,” Yoichi admitted, looking embarrassed. Ah, yeah, Yoichi had most likely never fucked anyone, being locked up for years by his brother and all. Kudo felt something strange swell inside him, and if he had the freedom to, he most likely would have called it something close to affection.

“I'm sure. Don't worry, I'll talk you through it,” Kudo promised.

Yoichi thought about it for a while, until he turned back to Kudo and nodded. Kudo's sigh was part relief and part arousal, as he started looking for the lube that had been abandoned somewhere on the bed again.

“Alright. Switch places with me,” he instructed, watching as Yoichi did just that, moving away from the spot on the bed to make enough room for Kudo. Kudo lay himself down in Yoichi's spot, feeling the residual warmth of his body on the bedding against his skin.

He made eye-contact with Yoichi, and flushed at the next step.

“Uhm, I'm going to get myself ready. You don't need to do anything if you don't want to,” he instructed, already hooking his thumbs into the fabric of his shorts. At Yoichi's hummed assent he started taking them off, eventually throwing them off to the side. He could hear Yoichi's breath hitch as he uncovered the rest of his body, cock hard and leaking.

“What do you need to do to prepare?” Yoichi asked, eyes rowing over his skin. Kudo cracked the lube open and squirted out a generous amount.

“I-I'm going to finger myself open,” he explained, breath hitching as he settled half on his side, bringing the hand with lube towards his ass.

“Can I watch?” Yoichi asked while already watching him intensely.

“Yeah,” Kudo sighed, moving his legs so one leg was bent at the knee and the other rested on the bed, fingers circling over his hole with anticipation. It had been a while since he had fingered himself, none the less with the end goal being getting fucked.

Slightly chilled fingers gripped his ankle and lifted his leg up until it rested on one of Yoichi's shoulders, a mirror of their previous position. Kudo shot him a questioning look and Yoichi answered it with a sheepish smile.

“It was in the way a little. I hope you don't mind?”

“Of course not.”

With Yoichi's eyes now on his hole, Kudo used one finger to gently press against the ring of muscle. It gave away easily, allowing him to sink it to the first knuckle. He sighed at the feeling, relaxing into the stretch. He slowly moved it more until his hole swallowed it whole. He brought it back out, and this time he circled the hole with two fingers. He knew he was going too fast, but he could barely stop himself from forcing as many fingers in as he could as fast as he could. He hissed a bit when he inserted the two fingers, clenching around them and trying to get used to the stretch.

A gentle hand started soothing up and down his thigh, jolting him back into reality. He watched Yoichi as he gazed at him in concern.

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

Kudo smiled at the sweetness of it. “No, not really. I'm just impatient,” he said a bit self-deprecatingly.

Yoichi observed his face, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He nodded and looked back down, watching with rapt attention as Kudo got three fingers ready to insert. Before he could, he felt a finger prodding along his, and he looked at Yoichi in confusion.

Yoichi wasn't looking at him anymore though, but rather at his own finger, as he slowly started inserting it into Kudo. His finger was thinner than his but longer, and as Kudo moved his own fingers away he could immediately feel the difference. Not only were Yoichi's fingers longer, but the angle was also different, and his finger sank straight into him and brushed against his prostate.

“Ah–!” Kudo could barely muffle the startled moan falling from his lips by turning his head against the pillow, ass clenching down on Yoichi. To his dismay the finger retreated and Yoichi was back to looking at him with concern. Kudo almost wanted to laugh. Did he think he had hurt him? Oh, quite the opposite.

“Please, more,” he softly pleaded, repositioning his two fingers like they were before, sinking them as deep as they went but it wasn’t enough. He almost whined, gritting his teeth, chasing for the overwhelming pleasure from before.

His eyes slammed open when a finger joined his again, prodding against his hole gently and cautiously. It started pushing against the rim, stretching him slowly, yet it still stung. Even that felt good though, and soon Yoichi's finger was inside to the first knuckle. It stopped and let him breathe. He could feel his cock weeping precum to the bedding, his legs were shaking and he was moaning quietly against the pillow.

When Yoichi started moving again, Kudo moaned loudly, and couldn't stop when Yoichi kept moving. He could feel the tip of Yoichi's finger touch his and then go beyond them, all the way until it brushed against his prostate again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Yoichi–” he babbled, taking his fingers out and with them Yoichi's, turning to his back. He shot a pleading look at Yoichi, who looked a bit overwhelmed. Kudo's gaze went down, and he could see he was hard again, cock peeking out from beneath his shirt.

With a moment of clarity Kudo grabbed a pillow and put it underneath his hips, making the angle better. Then he lifted himself on his elbows and made eye-contact with a lost looking Yoichi.

“It's okay. Grab the lube and cover yourself,” he reassured, walking Yoichi through it as he had promised, even though he had gotten a bit derailed for a moment there.

Yoichi did as he asked, covering himself with cold lube with a shudder.

“Good, that’s good. Now, line yourself up to me,” Kudo said, grabbing Yoichi's cock and helping him guide it up to his hole. Yoichi was watching the space between them intently, cock twitching as Kudo held it. He let it go and leaned back.

“Then push inside.”

Yoichi did as he was told, pushing forward maddeningly slowly. He kept staring between them, most likely fascinated with the visual of sinking into Kudo's insides. He could feel the stretch, but it wasn’t painful, not with how slow Yoichi was going. Speaking of…

“You can go faster,” Kudo reassured, trying not to squirm. Yoichi watched his face to make sure and when Kudo smiled at him, he pushed his hips forward, making the head of his cock pop into Kudo.

Kudo arched his back at the feeling, making Yoichi sink even further in. A small whimper made him look up, afraid he had hurt the other somehow. Instead he found Yoichi biting his lip again, eyes tightly shut and face scrunched as if he was concentrating, frame shivering with small shocks.

“Yoichi,” Kudo called to him in concern.

Yoichi opened his eyes and to his horror there was moisture gathering along his waterline. Before Kudo even knew it he had lifted himself up enough to cradle Yoichi's cheek, who immediately nuzzled into it like a touch-starved cat.

“What's wrong?” Kudo asked softly. He watched in confusion as Yoichi shook his head. He finally let go of his abused lip long enough to speak.

“Not wrong. Too good. Trying to… last,” he summarized, and suddenly Kudo understood. He was overwhelmed and needed a break. Well, that was fine with him.

“Alright. We'll go slow,” Kudo promised, getting lost in the world reflected in Yoichi's eyes, creeping closer and closer until he couldn't keep looking without getting cross eyed so he closed them.

“Can I kiss you?” Kudo asked, the words spoken straight into the air between them. He could feel Yoichi's inhale, feel the way he leaned forward.

“Please,” was whispered against his lips, and with a gentleness he was unfamiliar with, Kudo locked their lips together.

Kudo wasn't really much of a kisser. Most of his foray into sex didn’t really include kissing, but maybe he was too far gone to try to convince himself that this was just sex anymore, that this was just helping someone out. Yoichi's lips against his were shy and hesitant, inexperienced, and Kudo wondered if he had just taken his first kiss. The thought shouldn't arouse him as much as it did. Kudo took the lead and moved his lips against Yoichi's gently, coaxing small breaths and exhales out of them.

They crashed down on the bed, Kudo underneath Yoichi, Yoichi's hands tangled in Kudo's spiky hair and exploring all over his body, fingers stopping along every scar, old and new. With the next exhale Kudo licked over Yoichi's lips, exploring his mouth when it opened with an eager moan. Kudo's own hands had found their way to Yoichi's long hair, caressing through it with a hint of nails.

Yoichi's hips suddenly slamming into him startled a loud moan out of him, squirming at the surge of pleasure. Distantly he realized that Yoichi had bottomed, was fully inside him, hot and large where he had carved a path through Kudo. Yoichi lifted himself enough to watch Kudo's face, most likely seeing the pleasure flit through it.

They stayed still for a minute, catching their breaths. Soon enough Kudo lost patience and said, “please, Yoichi, move.”

Yoichi slowly started moving his hips back, feeling the motion out. He then slammed back in, cock hitting deep. 

“How?” Yoichi asked, voice low and looking overwhelmed again.

“However you want. Whatever feels good,” Kudo soothed.

Yoichi nodded at him and leaned down and pecked him on the lips. Before Kudo could reciprocate, he had already leaned back and grabbed Kudo's legs.

Then, he started pounding into him.

Kudo threw his head back, pleasure overwhelming his body. He could barely watch Yoichi's face, eyes closing when his cock kept hitting his prostate straight on. Yoichi was pistoning his hips with nearly calculated efficiency, keeping a keen eye on Kudo through it all. Kudo was painfully hard, precum dripping and pooling on his stomach.

Soon enough Yoichi's movements became erratic, his moans becoming louder and more desperate, and Kudo knew he was getting close again.

“Does it feel good, Yoichi? Are- ah- are you close?” Kudo said into the space between them, body heating at the helpless whine Yoichi made at his line of questioning.

“Are you gonna cum? Want you to cum inside, please, want to feel you,” Kudo babbled as he grabbed his neglected cock, feeling his own pleasure slowly mounting.

“Please, Kudo, can I? Can I cum, please, I want to,” Yoichi whined, movement becoming more and more erratic as he chased his own pleasure, pounding into Kudo without abandon.

Kudo gasped as he felt his orgasm crest, barely getting out, “yes, yes, give it to me, yes,” becoming incoherent as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He came so hard he whited out for a second, hearing someone moan loudly that might have been him. Cum splattered on his chest and shirt, and a drop even hit his chin.

The moment he opened his eyes he saw Yoichi watching him with desperation, and then his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slammed his hips against Kudo's and stayed there. Kudo gasped as he felt the first splash of hot cum inside, watching as Yoichi keened and humped against him with aborted movements. Suddenly a strange feeling started from his gut, getting more and more overwhelming as Yoichi came, until it, too, crested. Kudo panted helplessly as he was thrust into another orgasm, a broken moan falling from his lips as his body seized in pleasure again so soon after the first one. He grabbed Yoichi and brought him close, riding out the last aftershocks of pleasure as Yoichi slumped into him, spent and panting.

The moment the second orgasm eased off Kudo took in a deep breath, chest heaving and cock twitching almost painfully where it was now trapped between him and Yoichi. They both lay there breathing, trying to catch their breaths together. It was only when Yoichi started shivering again that Kudo nudged him up, watching him carefully. When their eyes met Yoichi smiled at him gently, goosebumps breaking over his skin from the sweat cooling it. Kudo grabbed the blanket that had been thrown to the side and threw it over them.

When Yoichi moved his cock slipped out and Kudo winced at the feeling. That was never the most comfortable part of sex, he had to admit. Without Yoichi's cock there to stop it, cum started dripping down from his asshole  and straight to the bed, and he cursed.

He started getting up, Yoichi watching him with confusion.

“I need to clean up before I destroy the sheets,” Kudo explained, and Yoichi let him go with an understanding nod. Kudo got up and immediately stumbled, body feeling used and drained and strange, heat still pooling in his lower stomach. Yoichi made a startled sound, but Kudo managed to keep himself up, waving a dismissive hand at him. He made his way towards the bathroom again, using more wipes to wipe himself down. Once he was sure that he got it all, he made his way back to the bed.

Yoichi had gathered the duvet around himself, looking sleepy and peaceful. Kudo wiped him down gently, smiling at him. When he was done he threw the wipes away and got back on the bed.

Before he could do anything Yoichi threw himself across Kudo, gathering them both underneath the warm bedding. Kudo relaxed into the bed, his own exhaustion weighing him heavy. His hand settled into Yoichi's soft hair, carding through the strands.

“I think I'm falling in love with you,” Kudo whispered into the darkness.

His only answer was a small snore.

The memory of Yoichi getting turned into shreds would not stop playing on a loop in his head, which was kind of inconvenient at the moment since Bruce demanded his attention. This was their third medical testing session, with all of his vitals coming back normal.

“Well, something must have happened. Did you touch him or something?” Bruce questioned, obviously running out of theories.

Theories for the strange feeling surging in his veins, pulsing along with his heart, traveling down his spine vertebrae by vertebrae and finally coiling somewhere around his chest, filling it with something he had no words to describe, something hot and electric and burning, like pure electricity in his veins, bursting through his skin in orange coils.

“No,” Kudo answered, ignoring the fleeting memories of caressing hands, soft lips and even softer hair.

Just like he ignored the wispy figure always at his peripheral now, sitting on the cot curled into a ball and sleeping peacefully.