I'll Be Wearing Green - Part 2 [NSFW]

“You’re always in bed so early, I don’t know how you do it.”

“Self-discipline?”

“Yeah, I have none of that.”

Izuku grinned to himself as he hit send, setting his phone down to open the fridge. He’d worked late into the evening, had barely made it home to say goodnight, but now it was finally time to get some food into his system.

“You want me to start sending you to bed or some shit? Ground you if you stay out too late?”

Izuku laughed out loud at that, shaking his head fondly as he threw a sandwich together, considering his reply.

“Oh no, have I been bad?” he teased.

“You tell me.”

“Why, you gonna come give me a spanking or something?”

Izuku wasn’t sure why that had come out of his mouth – or, his fingers – but he couldn’t bring himself to take it back right away, either. He couldn’t stop staring at the screen as he munched on his sandwich, wondering if he’d just screwed up the entire friendship with one stupid joke.

“If you’re gonna be a good boy I won’t need to.”

Izuku nearly choked on his sandwich, clapping a hand over his mouth to keep it all from coming back up, staring at the phone as if the message might disappear, like he’d just imagined the whole thing.

“Have you eaten dinner?” he followed up, before Izuku could come up with a response. “Don’t go skipping meals just because you were late home.”

“I just ate a sandwich,” Izuku assured him. “I’m good.”

“Then go get comfortable on your bed.”

“It’s not even ten yet!”

“Be a good boy for me.”

Izuku bit at his lower lip, staring at the phone for a minute and tapping his fingers against the kitchen counter.

“Okay. One minute.”

He flipped off the lights, checking that the doors and windows were locked before he headed for his room. With pillows propped behind him, he sat back on his bed, getting comfortable before he picked his phone up again.

“Okay Mister Bossy, I’m on my bed.”

“Good, you comfortable?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you wearing?”

Izuku glanced down, pulling a face when he saw his outfit. He always showered at the agency, handing his costume off for cleaning and any repairs that might be needed, but he had a habit of bundling up in baggy sweats afterward. That wasn’t exactly a sexy answer, though.

“Something comfy?” the guy prompted. “Or let me guess, you’re the type who just tosses his clothes aside at the door and walks around his place butt-naked.”

“No!” Izuku insisted, blushing faintly. “What if someone came to the door?!”

“Hah. Alright, well, take your shirt off for me then.”

“Will you take yours off too?”

“Already off. Your turn.”

Izuku tugged his sweater over his head, dropping it to the floor, and took a long, deep breath before he typed again.

“It’s off.”

“Good boy. Relax and stay comfortable, don’t get all tense on me.”

“How did you know?”

“I’m looking in your window.”

Even though he knew it was a joke, he couldn’t help but look up, glancing at the drawn curtains.

“I’m kidding, idiot. You’re easy to read. So, you comfortable?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Good. Touch your chest.”

Izuku curled his fingers around one of his pecs, gnawing on his lip as he typed.

“Okay. I am.”

“If I were with you, I’d bite your nipples. Watch you squirm and whine under me.”

Izuku shifted his hand, gently pinching his nipple between two fingers and making his breath hitch.

“I’d keep going until you begged me to touch you, letting you grind against me desperately, trying to find friction through our clothes.”

Izuku hissed at the thought, pinching a little harder and throwing his head back to imagine it.

“Touch yourself for me. Over your pants, don’t go getting ahead of yourself.”

Izuku slid a hand between his legs, moaning as he bucked up into his own touch, wishing it were someone else – a shadowy figure with a smirk and a filthy mouth, maybe.

“Feel good?”

“So good,” Izuku typed back quickly. “Want you to touch me.”

“You got lube there?”

“Yeah.”

“Take your pants off.”

He slipped them off like he was going for a world record, kicking them aside and reaching for the dark bottle on his bedside table.

“They’re off, I’m ready.”

“Someone is eager. Slow down, babe. Take your time, enjoy it.”

Izuku pouted a little, hesitating as his thumbs stuttered over the keys.

“Please?” he asked finally. “I’m begging you.”

“Desperate already, huh? Lube up your middle finger.”

It took a moment for Izuku to catch on, glancing down stupidly toward his crotch, then back to his phone.

“Problem?” the guy asked knowingly. “I don’t see a ‘Yes Sir’.”

Izuku gnawed at his lip, but covered his finger all the same, careful not to get any on his phone.

“Sorry. No problem. I’m good.”

“Gonna be good for me?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good boy. Loosen yourself up before you put it in, take it easy and make sure it feels good, don’t rush.”

He slipped his boxers down and slid a finger between his cheeks, rubbing it up and down over his hole a few times. A little more lube to help out, and then he was pressing the tip of his finger into the hole, head falling back again as he tried to relax around it. He turned his head to see the screen, peering down for the next message, but so far there was no response.

“Feels good,” he wrote quickly, with the hand that wasn’t already occupied. “I can go further.”

“Touch your nipples again.”

Izuku set the phone down to obey, pinching lightly and whining at the pressure. He rolled one back and forth between his fingers, breathing hard, then switch to the other side to even it out a little.

“Slide your finger in. All the way.”

Izuku didn’t hesitate this time, pinching a little harder as he filled himself up, gently thrusting in and out of his hole. It had been a long time since he’d played with his ass, usually just wrapped a hand around a dick and was done with it – he’d forgotten how good it felt.

“Two fingers, when you can.”

Izuku added a little more lube, trying his best to keep his eyes on the screen as he stretched himself out, waiting for more instructions.

“Good boy, keep going.”

Izuku wasn’t sure if the guy even knew he was still there – for all he knew, Izuku could have wandered off to make another sandwich – but in that moment he couldn’t bring himself to spare a hand for the chat.

“Keep fucking yourself, tell me how good it feels.”

Spoke too soon, apparently.

He tore his hand away from his chest reluctantly, still pumping in and out with his fingers, and as he huffed out ragged breaths, he typed a shaky message.

“Feels so good. I need to cum. Can I cum? Please?”

“Yeah, babe. Touch your pretty cock for me, I’m gonna finish with you.”

Izuku hated to admit how hot that thought was; a stranger somewhere in the city was getting off at the same time as him, both of them watching their phones for messages as they jerked their cocks in time.

“Shit,” Izuku hissed, setting a quick pace with both his hands. “Oh God.”

He wasn’t sure he’d ever cum as quickly as in that moment, shooting white fluid all over his own stomach, his hands gradually slowing to a stop as his chest heaved.

He reached for a box of tissues, wiping off his hands to grab for his phone, still trembling a little as he typed out his message.

“Felt so good,” he wrote. “Thank you.”

“Me too. Got something on you to clean up?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, do that. Be gentle with yourself.”

Izuku pulled some more tissues out to wipe off his chest, hunting down a package of wet wipes to finish the job and checking the sheets for spillage. All he found was a few spots of lube that he could deal with in the morning, no big deal, so he tossed the tissues into a trash bin and lay back to get comfortable again.

“All clean,” he typed. “That felt good.”

“Yeah, and now you’re in bed, relaxed and tired, at a decent time of night.”

Izuku giggled to himself, rolling over and getting comfy with his blankets and pillows.

“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I’ll have an early night with you.”

“Good choice. You warm enough?”

“Mm-hm, got lots of blankets.”

“Good. It’s been getting cold at night lately, make sure you take care of yourself.”

“I will! You too, okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Get some sleep now.”

“Thanks for tonight, I had fun.”

“Me too. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Can’t wait.”