“All Might.” Endeavor says the name slowly and with rancor. His fist is hard in Toshinori’s slicked-back, blond hair – Allmight’s slicked-back, blond hair – and rips on it almost brutally, forcing him back onto his cock with the unrelenting grip alone.
Endeavor’s cock, like the rest of him, is massive. Unrelenting. He touches of Toshinori only what he absolutely must, which is… enough, Toshinori supposes. It has to be.
The number of people who will fuck Allmight is so very very low that he will take what he can get. Especially with Endeavor.
Endeavor halts shortly, shifts behind Allmight, and puts one booted foot up on a crate for better leverage. When he resumes fucking, Toshinori feels like he is fucking right through his belly.
His rim burns from too-little slick, and he loves every second of it.
“If only the people could see their precious All Might now,” Endeavor says, not bothering to quieten his booming voice any; he is daring for people to find them in the school closet; daring someone to open the door and see All Might bend over and taking his cock, dick bouncing between his thighs, untouched and ignored.
Endeavor wouldn’t fuck Toshinori – wouldn’t spare a single glance for him outside of his Allmight persona – but he shudders to think about how it would be. He would destroy Toshinori on his cock. Fuck like a mad man.
The thought is thrilling and frightening at the same time.
“Endeavor,” he groans low, and only gets a sharp, brutal pull on his hair for his trouble.
“Silence.”
Allmight nods dutifully. He feels like his hair must stand on end by now. As messy as it is when he is Toshinori.
Endeavor fucks into his belly, stretches his rim until his eyes burn. He doesn’t want his body to heal the pain, but he knows it will regardless.
Endeavor leans forward, hand rough in the blond mane; keeping Allmight’s big body curved like a bow.
“Not smiling now, are you?” he purrs. He smells of smoke, the fire of his beard enough to make Allmight sweat.
Allmight’s facial muscles spasm as he tries to grin, ass clenching around the big dick of the eternal #2 of the heroes, and Endeavor roars, pulls back, starts up a new, punishing rhythm.
Toshinori groans low in his chest, imagines he can feel every centimeter of the wet slide through his guts. He hopes Endeavor will fill him up this time instead of jerking off all over the backs of his thighs and the ruined gape of his hole – but he will take what he can get.
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