I could feel how excited Hanta was above me. His hands running up my sides to shove my shirt off, as he ground his pelvis down into me.

His body rolled down into me, making sure I felt how bad he wanted me. If it wasn't for his jeans holding his cock firmly in place I'm sure he'd have busted out of any other fabric.

"I'm not sure what I'm doing." He told me, taking a quick moment to breathe. I almost couldn't believe him with how natural his body was moving into mine

"Well, what do you feel like doing?" I asked him and he slowly took in a breath as he looked up and down my body. Making sure to do double takes, to be certain that he didn't miss admiring any piece of me, dispite I was fully clothed. His hands landed at my hips, his fingers trailing behind wanting to feel everything.

Gazing into his eyes, searching for his desires, I could see everything he wanted. He wanted every part of me, to touch every part of me, to feel, to taste. He imagined me with bigger breasts. Smaller ones. Me with short hair, long locks, bonde, brunette, redhead. He imagined me thinner, and with more curves than I've already got.

He was trying to imgine what it was that he wanted. What he truely desired. Whether it be a girlfriend now, or a wife in the future. It didn't matter, cause he always rounded back to me. He wanted me. He craved, me.

Hanta sighed as looked me in the eyes, knowing he had been caught.

"I want you." He told me again. "I want the whole package."

"It's a tricky package." I warned him.

"I'm patient." He told me while taking a breath. I could almost feel his heartbeat making his fingers vibrate. "I only ask you be patient with me too."

"Of course." I told him. "Now, were you thinking about taking my pants off?"

"I was getting there." He mocked me back playfully at the same time that he grabs the lip of my jeans and swiftly undid the button and zipper.

Taken aback, by the swiftness and delecate nature of his fingers moving to remove what was left of my clothing. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me up to him, only for his other hand to pull one side of my shirt up passed my head. His hand around my neck was replaced with his other hand as he swiped the shirt the rest of the way off of me.

'God damn.'

It's been awhile since I was this caught off guard. His confidence difference from three minutes ago is crazy. His anxiety, his fear, gone in an instant once he looks at me.

My mind finally came to a hault when Hanta's lips met mine once again. His eyes were still oen, looking into mine as if he was trying to look into my desires. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his lips trailed down my body. Picking up speed little by little after each kiss. His hands holding me still, to let him do all the work. to let him figure out what he was doing for himself.

"Can I try things?" He asked me as he was slowing undoing my belt, making sure to slowly lift his hips into me. Shoving his stiff cock into my jeans, trying to get any friction to move us forward to our shared end goal.

"Isn't that what tonight is all about?" I teased him and he stopped any and all movements to look at me. He was also getting a point across by making me want him to stop not stimulating me through my jeans. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I'm not going to lie." He told me and made sure to hide his eyes from me. Not wanting me to know what he desired from me. He wanted to tell me. Communicating what he wanted turned him on. "I watch porn. And what I have in mind isn't exactly beginner friendly."

"What is it Hanta?" I asked him and sat up to show him I was serious, and taking him seriously.

"I really like bondage." He told me and finally looked me in the eye. I could see what he liked specifically. The color of the ropes holding everything in place, the marks that get left behind afterwards, having his woman be completely in his control. "I don't have rope. But I have my tape, but if that's too much we don't have to try that tonight. But I would really like to see you tied up in a nice black velvet bow."

'Damn.'

"I would definately love for you to tie me up however you like." I told him and held my wrist out to him. "Remember with your tape to take your time. You don't want to pull too tight on my skin, or hold me in a position that can cause me to become uncomfortable too quickly. The more comfortable I am, the longer I can go."

I could see his eyes lighting up, practically in the dark. He dropped my belt out of his hands and pulled me up and off the bed.

"Can I take your bra off first?" He asked while taking in a good look at my half naked body. A really good look.

"Or course." I told him and he carefully reached around undid my bra with one hand. He pulled my bra down quickly and tossed it onto the bed. "How would you like my hands?" I asked him.

He thought for a moment, before moving around me and carefully taking my arm with him. Curving my arm to his whim. He stood behind me and carefully grabbed my other arm to meet with my other behind my back. 

He started by placing my wrists together. He pulled a strip of tape from his elbow and carefully wrapped it around my wrists once. He slowly pealed the tape off just a bit and leaned closer and over my shoulder to speak into my ear.

"Is that too sticky?" He asked. "Does that hurt too much? I can make the tack a little weaker if you'd like."

"The tack?" I asked him and met his eyes over my shoulder.

"The adhesive." He explained and gave me a smile.

"Oh, no it's fine. And a little pain never hurt anybody." I teased him with a look to match, before turning away.

"I don't want to hurt you." He told me as he wrapped my wrists slowly. Making sure to line the tape up nicely. "I just want you tied up pretty." He finished with my hands and let them fall to rest between my hips.

Hanta seemed to forget that he had taken my shirt and bra off, and I could tell he had no control over his staring, as he made his way back in front of me.

"I'd like to take your pants off." He told me, not looking me in the eye. Not that I needed to see what it was that he desired.

"I'd like that too." I told him and he was instantly down on his knees in front of me. His hands were slow as they came up the back of my legs and to the front of my hips. He finished undoing my belt and wasted no more time with my pants as he ripped them down my legs to my ankles.

Like a gentleman he waited until I leaned forward onto his shoulder to make sure I wouldn't lose my balance trying to step out of my restrictive jeans. And with my hip against his cheek, he got a nice view of my ass and the back of the thong that I had put on for him.

The moment my pants were off completely, everything slowed. His fingers lingered around my ankles, dragging up both my legs. His nails were slightly long, my guess to help cut his tape when he doesn't have his hero uniform to cut it for him.

They scraped up the sides and backs of my legs, sending chills up my spine. I hadn't even realized that I had closed my eyes until they were suddenly flying open.

Hanta's lips had been placed gently on the skin of my thighs. Brushing across one thigh to the other. His cheek nuzzling our skins together. Never thought that the simple touch of a man would send chills up my body the way that Hanta makes me feel. And Hanta, is definitely a man. 

He listens to what I have to say, and he's mature to the negative. He shares what he's feeling and isn't afraid to talk things out. He respects me and my choices, and definitely respects my body. He accepts me for me, and not just wanting me for what I offer with my quirk. He's confident in himself, even when he's unsure. He doesn't let stupid things get in the way of just being a real person. Everyone now adays think that having feelings and emotions means that you are weak, or that you're not a man. None of that matters if it means you hurt the ones that you love or want to love. And Hanta doesn't let anything get in the way of letting us create a beautiful connection. A relationship.