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While Izuku gave up on his dream of becoming a hero a long time ago, he still had a deep rooted obsession with them. So when THE ErasureHead walked in with Present Mike, he was rather elated.
You see, when Izuku moved on from his hero dream, he focused instead on his skills while searching for a new career. He still wanted to work with his hands and bring relief to others. It didn't hit him to become a masseuse until his mother complimented him on his ability to work the kinks out of her neck with ease.
It took years of training in a specialized highschool, but he eventually did it. He even gained certifications in working with hair, chiropractics, massage, and sex. Although he prefers to keep quiet about the last one in public, the routine health checks are embarrassing enough.
Now he works in a small business called 'A Hero's Dream,' a multipurpose 'spa' that specializes in hero's with accomodations from injuries or mutations.
His young age (20), friendly eyes, and strong hands quickly made him the most popular pick for most of the clients that came in. His ability to attract the male heros Definitely didn't help with his ever developing gayness.
He nearly lost his marbles when one of his senior colleagues asked him to take over for one of her clients, only to find out it was THE PresentMike. Not only that, but he had booked a full service visit!
He doesn't think he's ever been redder in his life when the pro hero had moaned during the massage. He hadn't even gotten to the full service part!
He was, infact, incorrect. He very nearly resembled a stoplight at the absolutely filthy moan the blonde let out when he wrapped a hand around his dick for the first time that night.
Despite his fears of failure, PresentMike (Yamada- he insists!) Complimented him wholeheartedly at the end, tipping him heavily and asking to be added to his schedule as a weekly regular.
He had just started getting used to servicing Yamada-sama, aka no longer spontaneously combusting at each moan, when the blonde decided to bring in a friend.
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Izuku hummed softly as he worked on sanitizing his gear in preparation for Yamada-Sama's appointment. His movements were stiff with nervousness.
The pro had mentioned he'd finally convinced a coworker of his to try out Izuku's services, and that the man would be taking his place for his next appointment. He didn't give a name, saying that the greenette would recognize him immediately, but from the way he spoke of him Izu could tell that they were close friends.
When the bell on the door rang, Izuku turned around to greet his usual customer, only to stop dead at the sight of the other pro hero next to him.
There stood Eraserhead in all his battle ridden glory. The eye patch and metal leg would have been an eyecatcher for most, but Izuku isn't most.
He couldn't stop himself from blurting out the first thing that popped into his head.
"My gods! Your posture is horrid! Your shoulders are so out of line, I'm surprised you're not in crippling back pain. And your hair is mostly dead ends! Don't even get me started on your-"
Izuku was cut off from his medical mumbling by Yamada-Samas laugh. Eraser didn't look the least bit amused.
"Sorry- sorry! It's just, you looked so offended! Like he just told you coffee is soup-"
The blonde fell back into his laughing fit before he could say more, practically on the floor at this point.
"Can we just get this over with?"
Izuku stiffened back up at the reminder of the Underground hero's presence. Instinctively, he defaulted to his customer service mode.
"Of course. The changing room is behind that door over there. Don't worry, towels are provided for modesty until we reach 'that' part of the service."
The man just huffed, stalking off to the changing rooms to strip while izuku finished wiping down the last bits of equipment.
Yamada smiled softly, giving Izuku a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Don't worry too much about his attitude, he's just stressed and stubborn. If anyone can turn that man into a lump of goop, it's you and your magic hands."
That managed to get a small chuckle out of Izuku, even if he was obviously still very nervous about the whole thing.
Izuku bid Yamada a farewell just as the black haired hero stepped out of the changing room, shoulders slouched and one hand lazily holding onto the white towel around his waist.
Izuku smiled shakily at him, guiding him with a wave of his hand over to what looked like a hair salon station. It takes everything in him to not stumble over his words, keeping up his customer service persona.
"Normally I'd just wash your hair, but we need to do something about those dead ends."
The hero grunts, but doesn't argue, plotting down into the chair and letting Izuku wrap the shawl around his neck.
With the efficiency any new barber would sell their soul for, Izuku gently sprayed down Aizawa's hair with watered down detangler and began the the painstaking process of working out all the knots. He managed to get the stubborn hair to smooth out without tugging on the poor man's scalp too much, and quickly got to work at carefully trimming away those horrid split ends. Since he wanted the change to look as natural as possible, he made sure to comb through the hair constantly, cutting at an almost perpendicular angle.
By the time he finished trimming the Hero's hair, some of the tension seemed to have left his shoulders. He didn't take offense to his watchful eyes; after all, an underground hero needs to stay alert, so he expected warriness.
"Ok, before we move to the showers, let's work on those nails."
He pressed a few buttons on the chair, lifting Aizawa up and reclining him back. Once he was sure he was comfortable he briefly wheeled his chair over to the table to grab his nail clippers, file, and buffer.
He could feel a sweat start to build up on the back of his neck as that single, coal black eye, followed his every move. He sure fucking hopes he passes whatever test this man is putting him through.
As expected, the man's nails are chipped and uneven. He first clips them all down to size, making sure to leave enough nail behind so that they can be used in case of an emergency. He sure knows it's helped him before.
Each nail is carefully filed and buffed until they look shiny and even. EraserHead seems to find them up to standard when he examines them, only looking away to watch as Izuku moves to do the same to the single foot. The greenette doesn't even bat an eye at the shiny metal leg next to him, fully focused on his task.
Izuku sets his tools down once he's happy with his work, absentmindedly working his thumbs into the callused bottoms of the Hero's foot as he speaks.
"You're going to want to take some vitamin supplements or look for some more nutritious foods, your nails suggest a lack of important vitamins."
He smiles sheepishly at the briefest narrow in the Hero's eyes, feeling the sweat on his neck worsen.
"I'm sure your very busy tho, so I'll give you some of the quirk enhanced supplements we offer here."
He nervously pats the foot he had been massaging as he stands up, pressing the buttons on the chair to set it back to its usual state.
"I'll remove your leg here rather than in the showers. I'm sure it's built to withstand a lot, what with it being designed by PowerLoader, but I'd rather not leave it in there."
He waits until the prosthetic leg touches the ground, dropping down on his knees and feeling it over briefly. Surprisingly, he finds the pressure release rather quickly, releasing the stumpy limb from the suction. With a quick slide the sleeve follows right after, being set aside with the leg.
Instinctively, he grabs the stumb, carefully soothing over the sores and irritated skin, massaging it. He swears he hears the faintest of sighs from the man above him, but he doesn't comment on it.
Izuku stands up a bit sheepishly, remembering that some people are a bit funny about other's messing with their amputations, but he doesn't see any anger in the other man's eye.
"Y-you might want to hold on to your towel if you wish to keep it on a while longer, I'm going to carry you to the showers."
He curses himself for the slight stutter when the hero raises an eyebrow at his otherwise bold statement. Rather than dwell on his failures, he loops an arm under the Hero's thighs and another around his back, lifting him into a bridal carry. He's rather glad that the demanding labor of his job bulked him out quite a bit, because there is now way he would have been able to carry this grown ass man otherwise.
Aizawa obviously isn't very amused at being carried, but he doesn't protest, letting the other work, like Yamada told him to.
Izuku turns and pushes the shower door open with his back, letting it swing closed behind him as he walks into the room. He gently sets the older man into one of the shower chairs, stepping away briefly to change into water shoes.
When he turns back around, he nearly sputters when he sees that the pro had already stripped himself of his towel. He sat slouched back in the chair, dick on full display without a care in the world. Despite this, that black eye was still trained on him, as if challenging him to say something.
Izuku gives Aizawa a shy smile, moving to grab the shower head off the wall, testing the water temperature. Once he deems it perfect he moves to stand behind Aizawa, gently clasping his hand over his forehead to tilt his head back and get to work on wetting down his hair.
There is an immediate change in the pro's posture, his body slumping slightly as he instinctively relaxes a bit under the warm water. Izuku can't help but to smile as that black eye closes.
Izuku sets the shower head on one of the stands, turning it on the rain setting so that it would continue to gently wash Aizawa's front while he works. He lathers shampoo into the black locks, scrubbing it deep into his scalp with sure fingers. He can practically feel the tension leaving the man below him as he succumbs to the heavy petting.
The shampoo is left in while Izuku grabs a scrub brush, a simple thing with a wooden base and tough bristles, and starts gently scrubbing down the Hero's limbs. The bristles are a little scratchy, but he knows from experience that it relieves the itchy feeling you get from all the dead skin loosening with the hot water.
He expertly avoids scratching any particularly sensitive areas while paying extra attention to areas of high sweat. Working his way down, he casually lifts one of the Hero's thighs to scrub the inner section, pretending not to notice the slight twitch in his privates. After all, it's not uncommon for his clients to get worked up early. Still, he doesn't pay any extra attention to the area and continues downward to scrub what he can of his legs.
Finished with his scrubbing, he grabs the showerhead and quickly washes out the shampoo, repeating his earlier process with conditioner. The showerhead is set aside, this time facing Aizawa's back, and he grabs shaving cream and a razor rather than the scrub brush.
Cupping the underground hero's face, Izuku briefly pauses at the lidded, relaxed stare he receives. He's quick to give the man a gentle smile as he brushes the hair behind his ears. Shaving cream covers the unkempt stubble in no time, and before Aizawa knows it there is a blade at his neck.
Surprisingly, the young worker is precise in the way he expertly glides the blade across the columns of Aizawa's throat, not nicking him once. Izuku immediately takes note of the slight quiver in Aizawa's abdominal muscles and the slight hardon the man is sporting.
With the shave finished he leans forward to cup his hands behind the Hero's head, catching some of the water from the spray and using it to wash away the shaving cream. His focus keeps him distracted from the fact that the action practically puts him in the Hero's lap, and that the slight hard-on from before is twitching to full mast against his thigh.
With a quick splash of aftershave, Izuku steps back a bit to check over his work a final time and moves on to washing out the shampoo. He can't help the slight shudder as that coal black eye watches him with the faintest tint of lust.
Once the shampoo is washed out, Izuku gets to work on wringing out as much water from the black hair as possible. He takes extra time to dry it off with a towel as much as humanly possible before twisting it up in the fabric in an odd bun atop the Hero's head. Drying Aizawa's body is a quicker ordeal, although he swears he hears a sharp intake of breath when he kneels in front of him to dry off his legs. He chances a small glance at the dick before him, finding it standing tall and proud between well sculpted thighs.
Izuku gives the sleepy hero a small warning before picking him up again, not bothering with wrapping a towel around his waist since it would need to be removed very soon. He sets him on a modified massage chair, directing him to stick his dick in what is basically a glorified glory hole in the chair. He just smiles nervously at the odd look he gets.
"It's to make access for the last part of your service easier. Most people don't want to move around a lot after a massage, especially since the massage oils have been enhanced with a relaxation quirk."
The black haired man just grunts, doing as told despite obviously feeling more than a little exposed.
Izuku hums softly as he smears massage oil on his hands, carefully mapping out the problem areas in the other man's back. He chooses to start between the shoulder blades, slowly spreading the oil up onto his neck before moving down to his lower back. He takes this time to add slight pressure, feeling the uneven tension and working out a game plan.
Moving back up to the shoulder blades, he works his hands in circulating grabbing motions, pulling at the skin and muscle beneath, slowly adding pressure. It's only once he feels the muscles start to relax that he shifts his position, cupping his hands in an open prayer position and shifting his pressure from side to side. He watches with laser focus for Aizawa's next inhale before suddenly increasing his pressure, pressing down and forward.
There is a rather loud and satisfying series of cracks, as well as a surprised and breathless groan from the dark haired man. Back muscles tense, only to slump in relaxation after a few seconds, much looser than before. Izuku makes sure to sooth over the area with firm figures, moving to stand in front of the other as he works out his neck. Gently, he grabs him behind the ears, slowly pulling and shifting until the muscles relax, only to give a sudden pull and twist that has the hero yelping with relief. The second time's a little harder since the body naturally tenses to counteract it, but he manages to get another good crack in.
With Aizawa's neck done he moves on to the shoulders, stretching his arms out and gyrating them. He lifts them forward and pulls back against himself until he feels the joints give. In near sync the joints pull and jolt outward as they pop, the sound deep and satisfying, almost as satisfying as the groan he gets in return.
Gently, Izuku settles the hero down in the position he was in before, slowly working his prodding fingers down his spine. He only has to press down and to the side to get the lower vertebrae to pop, the massage oil having loosened things up.
The hips go about as well as the shoulders, the sound as satisfying as always. It's a bit tough to get the knee on his amputated leg, but the near silent whine he gets in return is worth it.
With all the problem joints taken care of, he continues his massage, working his way up his body this time. He allows himself the privilege of cupping those firm cheeks, working them down until they're nothing but puddles before moving on. He drags on the massage for a while longer, meticulously going over each vertebrae to make sure he didn't miss a thing. Only when he's checked over everything at least three times and gained his courage does he speak again in a low voice.
"I'm going to wash my hands real quick and then we can move on to the next part."
He walks lightly, washing his hands quickly to do as little as possible to disturb the relaxed hero. Returning with fresh hands and a bottle of strawberry flavored lube, he adjusts the table even higher. Humming a tune, he warms the lube in his hands, watching Aizawa for any unease that may be left. Even without seeing his face he can tell he's barely holding on to the strings of consciousness.
Finally, he wraps a firm hand around the Hero's throbbing length, giving him a long stroke. The uncovered moan he receives obviously startles the man himself, as he forces himself to sit up slightly. He lays back down almost immediately when Izuku twists his palm around the head, drooping with a guttural groan.
Izuku drops to his knees on the padded floor, scooting forward so he can place a kiss to the tip, still stroking him idly. Slowly, he works him into his mouth, rubbing just below the head with his tongue piercing. Each swallow rewards him with a shaky sound and a lazy attempt at thrusting forwards.
He lowers his hand to cup the dangling balls instead, making up for the loss by plunging forward to take him almost to the base. His eyes tinge with tears as he swallows around the intrusion to distract himself from his gag reflex, pulling back slightly so he can take a breath through his nose. Rather than going back down, he continues to swallow and suck, pacing himself based on the quivering gasps he hears above him.
Taking mercy on Aizawa, Izuku starts bobbing his head to his own little rhythm, rolling his balls in his hand as he goes. He adores the smalls whines he pulls through the normally composed man's gritted teeth each time he rolls his piercing just right around the head, the taste of precum heavy on his tongue.
He doesn't pull back until he hears the slight pitch in the hero's breath, moans escaping more frequently as he nears the edge. Ignoring the groan of protest, he grips the base tight and gives a few torturously slow, tight strokes.
His trained ears pick up on the intake of breath, obviously preparing to complain, and he immediately picks up the pace. A honey laced moan chokes itself out of Aizawa, and is quickly followed by more moans when that practiced hand only continues the brutal pace.
Izuku gives the head a final kiss before leaning back, watching as Erasurehead tips over the edge, practically exploding into his hand. He slows down, but doesn't stop until he feels the hardon start to fade.
With a happy hum, Izuku stands up and stretches briefly, grabbing a damp cloth to gently clean off any lube still stuck to Erasurehead's slicked dick. He's rewarded with a small hiss from the overstimulation.
The greenette steps aside to wash his hands quickly, coming back to find the black haired man in the exact same position as when he left him; a puddle in the massage chair.
"Would you like me to call Yamada-sama to pick you up?"
A small groan is his only answer.