[His voice breaks on a moan when he bottoms out. Being inside him feels incredible, and with his control already frayed beyond existence, Izuku only waits for a moment before moving again, barely giving Shouto any time to adjust.]
Mine. [He rasps out as he pulls back and thrusts back in, with all the eagerness and fumbling of someone new to this. He's running on instinct at this point, letting his own feverish desire direct him.] Say it, Shouto.
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Mine. [He rasps out as he pulls back and thrusts back in, with all the eagerness and fumbling of someone new to this. He's running on instinct at this point, letting his own feverish desire direct him.] Say it, Shouto.