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Re: Inasa/Mirio- Sauna Sex - Filled
(Anonymous) 2018-07-17 05:27 am (UTC)(link)Mirio would just continue smile and ask “Why wouldn’t I be?” and make his way down to dead weights, the lap pool, the free weights, the rope handling area and everything and anything the gym had to offer to him.
Why would he come? What a silly question.
Exercise was a fantastic thing! Not exercising is what makes Mirio a bit moody. His endorphins would go down, he would feel cooped up with his muscles aching from the lack of movement and then he would just kind of end up sitting in his dorm room...alone.
While his two best friends would be out on patrol.
He would have nothing to do but his homework that would grown increasingly and more ironically pointless.
Then he would start to wonder if he should even bother doing it…
Or if he should even bother bring at this school anymore…
Or if he should even bother with...anything anymo-NO!
He wasn’t going to stop going to the gym just because he was quirkless now.
What a silly, silly, stupid question.
Besides it’s a fantastic feeling to think about literally nothing and just count steadily in your head with nothing to look at besides your smiling reflection as you did arm curl and arm curl after arm curl...after arm curl.
Mirio dropped his 50 lbs pound to the ground. He had stopped counting after 73.
The weight didn’t make much of a sound itself, the metal only bouncing slightly off the gym’s gummy floors, but it still gained him a quick glare from the front desk receptionist.
Mirio raised his hand in apology, but before he could even squat down to pick it up, Inasa was already handing it back to him.
“Careful you don’t blow out your eardrums!”
Mirio blinks once, twice, and then rapidly. Too many senses of his getting activated quickly after being so strongly zoned out.
First he pulls the earbuds out of his ears, a headache threatening to form from the blaring music assaulting his eardrums and Inasa’s voice trying to combat with it while his brain tries to seperate the two.
Then his vision comes into sharp focus and his own reflection, which he had grown numb to, was replaced with Inasa’s sudden form, annoying bright red tracksuit and his own grinning white teeth in his face.
Finally Mirio feels the 50 pound weight being pushed into his abdomen slightly as Inasa holds it up for to him to take after he so graciously picked it for him.
Mirio finally goes “huh?” and then “Oh!”, embarrassingly so.
He takes the weight back, too egerally, too quickly, and almost pulls Inasa off his balance from the weight shift.
“Sorry! Sorry, hi Inasa, sorry. Ha, I was...somewhere else. I didn’t hear you. Hello! Sorry, thank you.”
“Clearly! I can hear your music from all the way over here. I was calling your name! You didn’t see me either? How strange!”
Mirio agrees. Very strange indeed.
How could anybody miss Inasa, who was always such a force to see in his hero costume, billowing fured cape and shined school uniform's hat on point at all times, stood before him, with just as much flare in his matching colored sweat suit that was also fur collared.
Mirio heard of Inasa long before they had officially- unofficially- met off school grounds.
Nejire, once she had gained full control of her shockwaves to make herself fly back during freshman year, grew a little obsessed with finding out who else had a quirk that could help them gain flight.
After much snooping around, Inasa was quick to come up on her list, a very impressive student in the West high school who was rumored to also give the Big Three a run for their money for becoming a very powerful Pro.
Having the power to control the wind! What an amazing quirk to have! And to be able to fly! Mirio had to admit he was always jealous of Nejire’s ability to make herself fly. But then again, Mirio always thought his friends were always amazing.
And then one day he and his friends ran into Inasa and a few of his classmates. The day was bright and sunny, shit talking became joking, and then both Inasa and Nejire took to the air, just to see who could go faster, who could go higher.
They called it a draw when they landed back to Earth, and that solidified their friendships.
Coming to the gym that was right in the middle of the two rivaling high schools was something that became a ritual for them. It was neutral ground and it was nice to get off the school campuses from time to time. Especially off UA’s, which was becoming more and more strict with their rules and curfews...especially after, well, everything.
Mirio’s smile mirrors Inasa’s and they exchange pleasant “Hellos” and ”How are yous”.
Inasa is careful to tip top around bluntly asking “Are you ok?”. Inasa knows what happened to him.
Everyone knew. How couldn’t they. One of history's most up and coming To Be Hero.
They called Mirio the next All Might.
Now all he hears is “How unfortunate.”
He is thankful the buzz cut clean shaved young man across from him doesn't ask him how he is. Because now whenever someone asks that, they don’t mean, ‘how are you’ they mean ‘how are you now with your awful, life shattering quirkless existence?’
The intention is...good, sure. But Mirio still hates. The salt will forever be in the gaping, bleeding wound that will never properly heal. Why not sprinkle it with some acid, it’s ok, the hissing liquid comes from a bottle marked with “good intentions”.
Inasa was never good at social cues though. But he slips when he asks how things are going.
Mirio frowns a touch. The sunny glow in his cheeks damper.
“I’ve been better.” Mirio says, his large eyes downcast.
He means to keep the conversation light, he always tries harder now a days to sound chipper, to sound fine, but it’s been three months now and still no sign of...well...no sign of his quick coming back.
Inasa adjusts the gym bag over his shoulder as they continue to stand in front of the mirrors, other gym goers paying them no mind as they go about their daily workouts.
Inasa nods like a booie in the ocean, firm and forceful.
“Mmm,” he mulls, “Yes, yes. But keeping routine, regardless of everything, is very important.”
Mirio’s eyes perk back up. He smiles again.
“Yes! Yes, exactly, it’s so nice to go work out, you know? I keep telling Tamaki it’s important to go anyway. I mean even without my quir-”.
The smile drops. He said it too quickly. He didn’t like saying it at all. Made it sound...strange. Made HIM feel strange even though he was living it.
Inasa waves it off, shrugs his gym back over his shoulder again. Whatever is inside looks heavy.
He mentions how it’s important from him to go too. Especially after he just came back from lunch with his newest, bestest friend Shoto Todoroki and had his fill of cold udon noodles, even though he prefered hot ones. (He had both bowls. He wasn’t sure if he was showing off in front of Sh
“Todoroki...Shoto?...ah. Oh! Endeavor’s son?”
There’s a twitch in Inasa’s smile, so subtle anyone could have missed it, but Mirio see it.
“Ah, please don’t call him that. Shoto is more than just that man’s son, you know. He’s going to be a fantastic hero one day! Best to know his name now, eh?”
Inasa’s tone is gentle and his smile is pure, even though it seems a bit forced now.
Mirio nods. Endeavor’s son- Er, Shoto- was from A-1 anyway. Mirio just remembered. He was going to be big when he becomes a hero anyway.
A great, big hero…
Mirio shakes his head and puts both of the dumbbells back on the rack, properly.
“Oh I’m sorry Inasa, I didn’t mean to keep you from your work out. Listen to me blab away. Please, go, don’t let me hold you up.”
“Ha! Hold me up? You? Never! In fact, I was wondering if you wouldn't want to join me? Always nice to have a jogging partner, or a swimming lap buddy. I prefer dead weights to dumbbells though.”
Mirio agree with a little too much glee.
Anything to keep him from his dorm and Tamaki’s worried (more so than usual) gaze and Nejire’s constantly questioning his mood.
“I would love to!”
Mirio spends another six gurling hours at the gym than he intended. And it’s wonderful.
The two upcoming heroes -ONE upcoming hero, Mirio must remind himself...one is in the sidelines, hopefully not permanently benched, but the upcoming stopped the second the bullet hit his back- use up every part of the gym has to offer. They race each on the tracks, both inside and outdoor in the hundred degree-cloudless weather. Going from ten laps to twenty, not even winded.
The ran the tremils gears down to a stop. They snapped the jump ropes after spinning too fast. The wheels off the stationary bikes rolled away when the bolts unscrewed from their speed. They even wore down the wooden floor boards from the simple act of doing too many push ups in one place, the wood becoming warped under their heated palms.
They lift hundreds of pounds between them and then when they joke about lifting a million, they have to side eye each other and laugh because they aren’t sure if they’re joking or not...because one would do it if the other had the balls to try...they decide they’re joking and hit the pool.
The olympic size pool loses a few hundred gallons of water thanks to Mirios and Inasa’s powerful butterfly lunges and backstrokes, water splashing everywhere with every stroke of their arms. They do a hundred laps, easily.
Inasa challenges Mirio to see who can hold their breath the longest underwater, which they both admitted defeat the moment they saw someone taking a nap at the end of lane six.
They laughed full heartedly when they broke the surface and declared the old man with a quirk that gave him gills at the side of his throat the undisputed champ and called it fair.
The edge of the pool, with hardly any strength left in their muscle fibers (Mirio scorns himself for letting himself be caught up in Inasa’s endless energy and boundless enjoyment of being one of the best gym buddies he had ever had. His body was going to hate, HATE, come the next day), Mirio and Inasa lean on the white tiles with their arms crossed on the ground, their waists and legs float weightlessly in the water.
“Hmmmm, what else can we do. Oh! I know,” Inasa says without waiting for Mirio to actually respond, “we can-”
“Please Inasa! I’m not one to ever say the “C” word, but I can’t. I really, true of the defention can’t do one more lunge, pull up, or anything that requires...anything. I’m done. If you can keep going, then you are nothing short of someone who can make All Might jealous.”
Inasa cheeky grins at being compared to the Symbol of Peace.
“I was going to suggest the steam room.”
Mirio’s eyebrows perk up. That sounds like heaven. And he says so too.
“Perfect! Once the feeling of my legs return, we will finish off this day with a well deserved steam!”
Mirio laughs (he smiles all the time, he keeps telling himself he has to or he’ll break, but it’s been ages since he’s laughed like this) and nods.
“Perfect,” he parrots back.
It takes them both forever to muster up the strength to pull themselves out of the swimming lane and out the pool.
Re: Inasa/Mirio- Sauna Sex - Filled Part 2
(Anonymous) 2018-07-17 05:28 am (UTC)(link)The steam room is nothing short of bliss. It’s magic, it must be. His body, which he swore he couldn’t feel a minute ago, feels brand new and awake. Alive. Really alive. Awashed from everything awful in the world and cleaned of his hardships. Nothing but new flesh and clean beginnings.
Mirio loves it more than he can put into speech.
Mirio hasn’t been to the hot springs in years, school and hero internships always leaving his mother disappointed when he turns her down for some hot spring family time.
“Shoto sounds great.”
“He’s better than great. He’s fantastic!”
Mirio nods slowly.
“He’s kinda like you. Also wonderful. Maybe not AS wonderful as the great Lemillion, but still really, really, awesome.”
“Me?” Mirio laughs not too unkindly. “...Hey Inasa.”
“Hmm?”
“Can I, ha, can I ask you something? Don’t feel you have to answer.”
“Mmmmhmm?”
“Do you think I...uh, ha, do you care that I’m quirkless now?”
Inasa doesn’t even hesitate in his answer.
“Huh? What, no. Why? Who in the world cares about something so trivial like that?”
Mirio’s eyebrows crunch together at the statement.
Trivial? Losing your quirk when you were part of Big Three? Going to one of the world’s most preseitne high school’s for future heros with quirks when you didn’t have one? That was trivial?
There were so many people, classmates even, that told him, straight to Mirio’s face, that now that he was quirkless, he didn’t have any right to take up UA’s time and resources. THey were, in all rights, for people with quirks.
“Besides!” Inasa breaks Mirio out of his darking thoughts as the warm stream swirls around them, “You weren't quirkless when you came to the school. So the whole question is kinda unnecessary, isn’t it?”
The blond young man leans back again the heating up wood walls. Inasa copies his movement.
Mirio didn’t think about it that way.
“Oh, also,” Inasa says, eyes closed as he relaxes as the room starts to heat up steadily, “You’ll get your quirk back. So that makes the question even MORE unnecessary.”
And with that, Inasa leaves little more for a come back as he lets you long, loud sigh, breathing in deeply through his nose to really let all the steam and herbs of the water fill his lungs.
“...than you.” Is all Mirio has left to say.
Inasa just smiles with his eyes still closed. He nodes and lets his whole body relax.
“You ok?”
Mirio shrugs.
“I don’t know...I want to be, I really do. I’ve never been this stressed before. Sure the pressure of being part of the Big Three was one thing. And,” he actually manages to snort despite himself, “actually putting my life on the line to fight villains is different. But I could have done something about it. But this?”
He looks down at her feet that are mostly clouded by the steadily pouring in steam.
“I’m not sure what to do with -this-. I can’t do anything ABOUT it either, which of course,” He takes a big breath, “makes me even more stressed.”
“Oh? You’re stressed? OH! I just helped out my newest, bestest friend Shoto out with that.”
“You did? With what?”
Inasa leans up and shifts himself to sit in his towel, facing Mirio.
“I did! Would you like, heh,” Inasa laughs once, a little nervously, a little shyly, “would you like a quicky?
Mirio’s large eyes blink like a fawns. His head tilts. It’s hard to see Inasa’s face through the stick steam that’s building up in the cozy room, but he can see his face become red.
And it wasn’t from the heat of sasna.
But Mirio still doesn't understand what he’s referring to.
“Todoroki asked you for a…”quicky”?”
“He did!” Inasa shouts triumphantly.
“Because he was...stressed?”
A barrage of quick nods.
“He did!’ he says again and without warning, slips his hand underneath Mirio’s towel, right between his spread legs.
Mirio bulks at the sudden intrusion, but Inasa doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by his yelp of surprise. It doesn’t help the back of the blond’s head hit the ceramic wall with a hardy “thud”.
“Easy! It’s no problem, I would love to help a fellow upcoming hero out any way I can.”
His smile is so endearing that for a second Mirio can’t connect it belonging to the same hand that’s found his member and wrapped itself around it.
Mirio’s blush reaches his ears and his head spins twice as fast in the heated room.
The hot blooded young man just called him a fellow upcoming hero.
That made Mirio’s heart flutter a little. Maybe the hand sliding up and down his now harding dick didn’t hurt either.
“You...You really don’t have to.”
Mirio rolls his eyes at himself. What a very stupid thing to say.
Why the fuck did he just say that.
Inasa shrugs and leans up against him, his mouth again he's, just barely touching.
“It’s ok. Just relax. We worked hard. I think you deserve to not be so stressed.”
Then there’s a simple kiss shared between them and Mirio uncoils the strain that his muscles were trapped under for that moment and melts into the heat surrounding them both.
The kiss is short lived, thank God. They're sitting in a room with nothing to breath in but steam and the temperature is almost unbearably. They need to be able to breath properly or neither of them will make it out the door without passing out.
Inasa’s flesh is just as warm and slick as his and it’s dangerous with how the other young man’s hand slips up his length and rounds the head with his palm, bringing it back down in a quick stroke.
Unable to sit up properly anymore, Mirio turns himself and lays down. Inasa places himself between them and leans over him. Their bare chests touch but he keeps his chin up, as if he’s trying to keep his head above the steam, though it’s literally everywhere.
Was this how he did it with Todoroki? Did that little half cold and half fire kid with a streak of red hair lay on his back with his legs open invitingly like this?
“Good?” Inasa askes somewhere in the fog of heat.
“Did Todoroki think it was good?” Mirio can’t help but be an ass and ask.
Inasa let’s do go Mirio’s thick prick for a moment, Mirio almost shouts out an apology, hoping he didn't offend (and it such a setting of all places to be sorry) but then a hand is placed firmly under his backside. A finger presses against his opening.
“Shoto’s not one for being touched oddly enough, but he did like -this-.”
A finger slips in easily enough, the tension in Mirio’s muscles all but nonexistent from the heat of the room and the weakness after such a hard work out session.
Mirio wants to grit his teeth, but he doesn’t even have the strength to do that.
Inasa works him open easily enough. There’s almost no resistance, just a pleasant pressure that he teases into relaxation.
With a quick movement of his free hand, Inasa puts Mirio’s well toned legs on top his own thighs and the rest is like a dance, a well worked out routine, as if they’ve done this a million times.
Inasa’s long length pushes into Mirio’s warmth and he almost passes out on top of him.
There’s such a thing as too much of a good thing, now isn’t there.
“Ah, we’ll have to, um, have to...we’ll have to do this again. Maybe when it’s not a million degrees,” Inasa says between long deep breaths as he buries himself inside of Mirio.
“A-agreed.”
And the rest is quick. Too quick. Maybe it didn’t even happen. But it must have, as Inasa thrusts back and forth, almost too slippery, threatening to knock his forehead into Mirio’s nose and break it.
But Mirio feels it when he comes. He doesn’t blame him for coming after a minute or two. He did, too. Maybe just so could both feel the sweet release of the tension building up in their bellies, but also for their bodies to be releases of this heated prison.
But Mirio asks just in case, far too light headed now.
“Did you, uh, did you cum?”
Inasa nods again and again, his head suddenly too heavy for his neck.
“Yeah...Yeah. You?”
“Yeah….can we go?”
“PLEASE. GOD.”
Inasa slips out of Mirio, and tries to keep himself from falling over and killing himself in the steam room as he stumbles towards the door.
Mirio is close behind, using the wall to steady himself as he does.
When the door opens, they’re suddenly both standing a top of an ice covered mountain and they want to scream with joy.
But they can’t. They’re too busy having lungfuls of air, sweet, cold, rejuvenating air.
They both fall over once their out.
“Wow…” Mirio says in one breath.
“Yeah…” Inasa says in the next.
“That was...so...dumb.”
“Mmmm”
“Let’s never do that again.”
“Deal.”
“But maybe back at my place? Minus the extra hundred degrees?”
Inasa can’t lift his head, but Mirio can tell he’s grinning like a mad man.
“Also deal.”
They huff and puff.
“Are you feeling less stressed?”
Mirio bursts out laughing. It feels so good to laugh with Inasa.
“You have no idea.”
Re: Inasa/Mirio- Sauna Sex - Filled Part 2
(Anonymous) 2018-07-17 05:51 am (UTC)(link)Re: Inasa/Mirio- Sauna Sex - Filled Part 2
(Anonymous) 2018-07-17 11:59 am (UTC)(link)