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“Oh, I know a game!” Pinky squealed.
Katsuki watched as she did a little dance in her seat—some noxiously sweet concoction spilling out of her red cup and adding to the already alarming number of stains on the common room sofa.
“We can take a shot every time Deku mentions All Might!”
The nerd paled at her suggestion and Katsuki couldn’t keep in his snort, the beer in his hand sloshing dangerously in the can.
“I-I’m not that bad!”
Halfie patted his shoulder in a disgusting display of solidarity. “I’m sorry, Midoriya.”
His annoyingly wide eyes went even wider. “What!? Are you agreeing with them?”
Icyhot looked away and took a drink.
The room erupted.
Well, what was left of it. Most of their classmates had already retired to their rooms for the night. Tape arms was passed out on the floor with his head in Halfie’s lap, and Round Face was tucked into Pinky’s side snoring. It was only six of them left awake, finishing off the last of the sake, beer, and bright pink punch sitting on the coffee table.
Katsuki himself wasn’t immune to the infectious laughter, brought about by Halfie’s refusal to answer and the alcohol sitting comfortably in his veins. Deku was gaping like a fish, staring at the bastard who was now hiding behind his cup and trying pitifully to stifle his own amusement.
Todoroki had never been one to drink with the rest of the group. It was a little strange to have him there, even more so that he was smiling. But it turned out that three shots of sake and half a cup of whatever toxic thing Pinky had mixed was all it took for class 3-A’s ice prince to show an expression other than the visual embodiment of ‘meh.’
“It’s—“ a hiccup, “it’s not necessarily a bad thing, Midoriya.”
Deku scrunched his brow and flicked Icyhot on the forehead. “Friendship ended with Todoroki-kun. Iida-kun is my best friend now.”
“Damn, I’m glad we did this.” Pikachu leaned back, melting further into the loveseat next to Shitty Hair. “I’ve been so stressed out with graduation coming up, not even sex is enough to relieve all of it.”
Everyone went quiet. Deku sputtered into his drink and flushed a shade that would rival Pinky. Halfie’s eyes were round in surprise and Katsuki was sure his own face reflected a hint of shock.
“Where’d the mood go, brotatoes? Was it s’mthin I said?”
His words were a little slurred and he took another drink, looking around the small circle. Everyone remained silent. Well, most everyone.
“I think it was the thing you said about… the sex.”
Katsuki snorted. The alcohol definitely didn’t help Halfie’s bluntness.
“What?” Pikachu laughed. “It’s just sex, everybody has it. Me and Ei ‘v been fuckin since, what? Second year?”
Shitty hair nodded, and Pinky’s squeal was enough to almost wake the entire dorm. Katsuki winced and took another swig of his beer.
“You guys never told me you were gay!”
Sparky blinked and Shitty Hair laughed.
“What? We’re not gay—we’re just bros helping each other out.”
“Yeah, it’s only gay if you both come. If only one person does then it’s not.” Pikachu nodded sagely at his own words.
What a load of absolute horse shit. Those two are gayer than an entire fucking pride parade.
“Well that dumbassery is my fucking cue to leave.”
Katsuki stood up from his spot at the foot of the couch, putting his beer on the low table with a metallic thunk and grabbing his discarded hoodie.
“Wait, Bakugou.” Icyhot downed the rest of his drink in one go and tossed the empty cup. “If you’re going to bed, will you help me get Sero back to his room?”
Katsuki didn’t even try to stifle his groan. It was exactly why he hated little parties like this. It typically ended with someone getting too drunk and passing out, and of course he was always roped into helping. He was one of the very few capable of holding his liquor, after all. At best, it took a few extra minutes to get to bed; at worst, he wound up covered in vomit.
“Fucking fine. Hurry your ass up.”
He was expecting some kind of sarcastic remark or cold retort like normal, so the resulting smile caught him slightly off guard. Only slightly. And if Katsuki swayed a little on his feet, he fully blamed the slew of empty cans littering the floor and coffee table.
Katsuki didn’t even realize he’d been staring until the bastard’s smile morphed more into a smirk.
“‘S the matter, Blasty? Am I gonna have to carry you, too?”
“Fuck off!”
He lifted Tape Arms up off the floor with more force than was admittedly necessary, and the drunk fucker groaned.
“Easy there, Bakugou, I’d like to avoid being barfed on.”
Icyhot stumbled to his feet and gave everyone a stupid, endearing little wave before grabbing Sero’s legs. Together they made their way to the fifth floor, managing only to run him into something twice if you didn’t count the time they dropped him, or the time the elevator tried to close on him.
They laid him down on the bed none too gently, and Halfie grabbed him a cup of water to set on the bedside table like his fucking mother or something.
“Kaminari was right.” Todoroki turned back around, still swaying slightly. “I’m glad we did this.”
He scrunched his nose a little like some fucking type of cat, and then smiled at Katsuki in that way that had him feeling like he’d downed at least three more beers.
“I guess... I just mean that I’m glad I joined in this time. School has been pretty stressful. Especially with graduation looming and agencies seriously scouting us.”
“Tsk. Like you’re not just gonna go running off to daddy’s agency.” Katsuki looked away in an attempt to hold onto some of his sanity.
He wasn’t sure what it was about standing there with a tipsy Icyhot in the stillness of Sero’s dorm, but it had him feeling lighter on his feet somehow. It was like using his quirk, or more specifically the moment he stopped using it—that split second of free fall before he was sending off another explosion to keep himself airborne.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Half-n-half tilt his head. It was like he was trying to solve a complex puzzle, and it unnerved Katsuki on some fundamental level.
“True…” His voice was cautious, measured. “That doesn’t mean it’s not stressful.”
Katsuki made eye contact and then immediately broke it, heading for the door and groaning under his breath when the bastard followed him out. He wasn’t so out of touch with social cues that he couldn't see the precipice they were on. The two of them were most definitely teetering on a razor’s edge; Katsuki just wished he knew what the hell was on the other side.
“Yeah, whatever. Night or something.”
He tried to make a quick getaway, determining it to be the most wise choice in his less than sober state, but he only made it a fraction of the way to the elevator before cool fingers wrapped around his wrist.
Katsuki had gotten better over the past three years. He’d traded his reputation as an unparalleled hot head for the image of someone who would only blow your head off with good reason. And being stopped in a hallway by his drunk classmate didn’t constitute a good enough reason to explode his face in… sadly.
So Katsuki stamped down the urge to jerk away, instead turning calmly. Still, he wasn’t so agreeable as to be nice about being stopped, and he cocked his head impatiently, waiting for whatever was so important that he wasn’t allowed to leave.
“What about you?”
“What do you mean, what about me?”
“Are you stressed out? It seems like all of this has to be weighing on you as much as anyone.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes so hard he made himself dizzy.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Icyhot.” This time he did jerk his hand away. “We’re not friends. I don’t know when you got it into that thick fucking skull of yours that we were, but I’m not gonna sit around and fucking chit chat with you all about my goddamn feelings or some bullshit. They make us see a therapist for that, so just fuck off and let me go to bed!”
“Hmm.” Mismatched brows came together and he nodded. “That was a strange way to say ‘ why yes, I am stressed out, Shouto’. ”
And then, as if to seal his fate, the fucker let out a self-satisfied little laugh.
Katsuki grabbed hold of his wrist this time—the left one, the one he still occasionally hesitated to use—pressing into his space, bringing them just inches apart.
The air tended to change when you got close to a person like that. It became thicker, more charged. There was a subtle shift of body language, a flutter under Katsuki’s calloused fingertips, a near inaudible hitch of breath. Todoroki’s pupils were blown wide from the alcohol or from something else entirely, his left cheek dusted with pink.
“Why you wanna know if I’m stressed, Icyhot?” Katsuki spoke low, barely more than a whisper. “You offering something?”
His lips formed a surprised little ‘o’ and Katsuki laughed internally. That would get the fucker to back off—
“What if I am?”
Wait, what?
Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Stop fucking around, I was being serious.”
“So was I.”
His fingers slipped from Todoroki’s wrist and the bastard blinked at the loss of contact.
“I could—that is, I meant to say— we could be… each other’s stress relief?”
By the time he got it all out, the flush extended to his right cheek too, and Katsuki watched the way he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes darting back and forth between Katsuki’s.
“Are you…” Joking? Serious? Delusional? On crack? “Listen, Halfie, I’m not fucking gay.”
“Neither am I!” He cleared his throat. “I-I don’t think.”
Halfie scrunched his brows again, staring down at the carpet as if it had some fascinating pattern embroidered within it. “But you heard Kaminari and Kirishima. It’s only gay if both parties orgasm.”
“Ugh, don’t say it like that. What the fuck?”
He looked up and his face was too open and vulnerable for Katsuki’s liking. It was like he was lost, like he’d just asked Katsuki the way home and he’d been told to go fuck himself.
“Oh okay… is that a no?”
Of course it was a no. Katsuki wanted to laugh, he wanted to throw the ridiculousness back in Halfie’s face and stumble off to bed. And maybe in the morning he could laugh about it some more.
So why couldn’t he bring himself to do so? Was it really a no? What if it did help with the stress? What if it took even the barest hint of the edge off? What if it let him sleep peacefully for the first time in months?
“I—“ he breathed in deeply, letting it out through his nose. “I didn’t say that, you fucker. It’s just that they’re both dumbasses. You know that.”
He nodded solemnly. “I understand. So you do think fucking me would make us gay.”
“Jesus fucking— don’t say it out in the open like that!”
Katsuki grabbed him and stormed back the opposite direction, throwing open Halfie’s door and shoving him inside.
“Goddamit, I have to be drunk to even be considering this.” He rubbed his hands over his face and slid down the door, his knees pushed up close to his body.
He could hear a plop that told him Icyhot had sat down on his futon.
“If you’re too inebriated to consent, Bakugou—“
“What?” He dragged his hands away from his face. “You’re drunker than I am!”
“Oh. Um,” Icyhot looked around at his room as if waiting for something. Katsuki sat still, letting the silence envelope them and trying to wrap his brain around what the fuck was happening.
“I don’t feel too inebriated to consent. But Aizawa sensei always says that consent is—“
“No, don’t—“ Katsuki groaned and rested his forehead on his knees. “If we’re gonna do this, don’t be bringing up our fucking teacher.”
“Right.”
The silence stretched on, exceedingly awkward but still somehow charged. Icyhot finally broke it, a rustling of fabric that caught Katsuki’s attention.
With shaking hands, Todoroki reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and leaving it in a discarded pile next to him. His pale chest was rippled with smooth muscle and dusted with the occasional scar. It did very little to detract from his appeal. If anything it made him look less pretty and more fuckable , and Katsuki swore under his breath.
“I don’t really know how to do this, Bakugou. I’ve never—“
“And you think I have!?”
He flushed again, shaking his head. This time the pink bloomed across his chest too, and Katsuki blinked dumbly from his spot on the floor.
His pulse had sped up. Halfie was leaning back on his elbows, shirt forgotten in that wrinkled pile. There was a long stripe across his chest that Katsuki remembered. They’d been together for that villain attack.
The fucker had lashed out with some sort of sharp tendril and Todoroki had taken the brunt of the impact, hissing and jumping back into the fray like it was little more than a paper cut. And what was a paper cut to a force of nature?
But right now that enigma was laid out before him, offering himself up like a human stress ball if stress balls were made for sticking your dick into. To what end though?
Well, sex, obviously.
But Katsuki had never really envisioned this part of his life—of losing his virginity in some guy’s dorm room when he wasn’t even gay. Sure he’d watched porn, and jacked off when he needed to, but sex was different. He didn’t even know how it was supposed to work between two guys and he spent no short amount of time berating himself for not paying attention to Midnight’s sex ed talk.
“So… who the fuck’s gonna… you know?”
Todoroki wiped a palm on his jeans, looking—not for the first time that night—like a man completely out of his element. “Umm, you can… stick it inside of me if you want. I don’t mind. Midnight sensei said if you prepare enough it shouldn’t hurt.”
“That…” Katsuki blinked a few times, processing the words that had just left Todoroki fucking Shouto’s mouth. “I meant, who gets to blow their load!?”
“Oh.”
His face flushed deeply and he looked away to hide his embarrassment, and Katsuki cursed whatever fates had decided to make this dense, annoying, unbearable mess so fucking cute.
“You seem stressed. If you’d like—“
“You just said you were stressed too! How is that fucking fair?”
Halfie hummed. “We could… flip a coin?”
“Nobody has loose change lying around, idiot. Let’s just play rock, paper, scissors or something.”
Mismatched eyes lit up a little and he leaned forward as Katsuki crawled ungracefully toward the futon.
“That’s smart.”
“Yeah, I fuckin’ know. Who do you think I am?”
Icyhot smiled faintly and it was like the slightest bit of tension and awkwardness melted away, leaving them what they were—two rivals, acquaintances, classmates, whatever you wanted to call them, having a bit of friendly competition in the form of the childhood game.
Katsuki lifted his fist, watching Todoroki do the same.
“On three.”
One.
Two.
Three.
They played their hands. Halfie picked scissors. Katsuki picked rock.
It took a few beats for the two of them to realize what it meant, but when they did, Todoroki nodded resolutely and started looking around the room.
“The fuck are you doing?”
“Oh.” He stood up, still shirtless, his jeans riding low on his hips. “I don’t have any lube. I’m looking for something we can use.”
“Hah?” Katsuki tilted his head, trying to work out what the fuck he was talking about.
“Midnight sensei said not to use lotion or soap. There are certain things that people try to use but shouldn’t. She said we can substitute certain oils, but I don’t—“
His eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers, rushing to the small bathroom attached to his room, and Katsuki stayed on the floor, calling after him.
“How the fuck do you remember all of this shit?”
When he emerged from the bathroom, he was holding a cylindrical orange bottle. “I paid attention. Midnight sensei said it was important and could come in handy later.”
“Yeah, and she also tried to fit her leg inside of a condom and the thing snapped during her demonstration.”
“Oh shit. I don’t have any condoms.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes again. “Well since you can’t get pregnant and neither one of us is sleeping around, Halfie, I’m gonna say we’re fine.” He gestured toward the bottle. “The fuck’s that?”
“Oh!” He looked down like he’d forgotten he was holding it and started reading the label, eyes darting back and forth a moment. Eventually, he must have found what he was looking for, because he looked up with a pleased little hum.
“Perfect! It doesn’t say external use only.”
He held the bottle much too close to Katsuki’s face for him to actually read, and he snatched it away with the most venomous look he could muster.
Moroccan Argan Oil.
“Why do you have this?”
Todoroki plopped back down on the futon. “It’s for my hair.”
As if reminded of its presence, he tucked a lock of red behind his ear, and Katsuki resisted the urge to swallow. His hair did look soft, one could almost say silky. He’d been growing it out since second year, probably as some act of rebellion against Endeavor, but it really did suit him.
It was currently the perfect length to hold onto. Katsuki wondered what it would feel like sliding between his fingers, how it would hold up to being yanked and tugged on. He could vividly imagine wrapping it around his fist and shoving Halfie down into the—
“Bakugou? Are you okay?”
“M fine. We gonna do this, or what?” He snapped acerbically.
Todoroki shakily nodded, taking the bottle back. He set it down before unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them down his legs and throwing them on top of his shirt. His boxers were fitted and clung to him like a second skin, and Katsuki could see the outline of his swollen cock, straining against the stretchy fabric and leaving a wet patch where the head was pressed.
The sight had his own cock twitching with interest and he watched as Halfie flushed deeply and slid them off too, letting his arousal bob freely and refusing to make eye contact.
He poured the oil onto his hand, reaching down between his legs. He let them fall apart and brought his fingers to his puckered opening and Katsuki swore he could feel the moment his soul left his body—it just so happened to coincide with the first finger pressing in and the breathy little gasp that left Todoroki’s parted lips.
The oil glistened wetly, accentuating the perfect pinkness of his tight hole and flushed length, and Katsuki watched with rapt attention as he sunk that single finger in past the second knuckle.
Todoroki ‘Mr.-Threw-The-Match’ Shouto was currently laying on his futon in front of him, fingering himself open so that Katsuki could stick his cock inside of him. The absurdity of it hit him, and he had to bite down a laugh. Laughing might cause Halfie to stop and then Katsuki would be left sitting with the most uncomfortable and confusing boner of his life.
Todoroki added a second finger and bit his lip. His eyes were clenched shut tightly and he let out another little noise that had Katsuki’s dick twitching involuntarily.
“I-I’m ready, Bakguou.”
“I don’t know Halfie—“
“Shouto, call me Shouto, please...” There was something pleading and verging on frantic in his voice and Katsuki nodded without even thinking to argue.
“Shouto, I don’t know if that’s enough. Just, um, keep going; add another finger.”
Katsuki reached behind himself and tugged his shirt off before stuffing his hand down his pants, roughly palming his own cock to the visual of Shouto’s hole stretched wide around three fingers.
It wasn’t nearly enough. Katsuki tugged his pants down around his knees and fisted his cock and Shouto gasped. He thought that maybe he’d stretched himself too quickly, but then Katsuki was looking up and mismatched eyes were trained on his cock and he knew what the gasp had been for.
“What pretty boy? Think it’s too thick for ya?”
Shouto pulled his fingers out and shook his head. He was looking at Katsuki’s cock like he wanted nothing more than to drag his tongue across the silky tip and fuck if that wasn’t just then most stunning visual.
“What have we learned from training, Katsuki?” His given name rolled off of Shouto’s tongue like sticky caramel, and Katsuki pulsed in his own hand. “You know that I can take anything you throw at me.”
With that, Shouto turned over on his knees, bracing himself on his elbows with his ass raised in the air, and Katsuki didn’t even try to hold in the slew of curses.
“Mary mother of a fucking slut—“
His hole still seemed so tiny, but there was a pliant look to it now and a slick coating that promised entrance.
He came up onto his knees and grabbed the bottle, pouring a generous amount of oil onto his cock and slicking himself before lining up. Even the press of his head to Shouto’s opening was more intense than anything he was capable of emulating himself.
Katsuki bore down against the resistance, watching with rapt attention the muscles give way, the tip sliding in slowly and then all at once, his cock head sucked into the overwhelmingly tight heat of Shouto’s body.
He let out a pitiful whine and jerked back against Katsuki, and the movement sent another inch or so of his cock sliding in. Katsuki swore again and grabbed Shouto’s hips with brushing force, holding him still.
Much more stimulation and he was going to come on the spot. It wasn’t like that wasn’t the goal, but he refused to be known as the guy who prematurely came while losing his virginity.
Shouto let out a shaky breath through his nose and Katsuki gathered his bearings—sliding in another inch and then another, further and further until his pelvis met the soft cushion of Shouto’s ass. He groaned long and low, draping himself over his smooth back and resting his forehead between his shoulder blades.
Katsuki was just about to move out when Shouto began breathing heavily, almost as if panicked.
“No! Don’t move!”
“Fuck, does it hurt?” He resisted the urge to pull out immediately. Shouto hadn’t said anything about pain as he was sliding in, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any.
“No…” it was strangled and barely intelligible, grit out through clenched teeth. “Just… give me a… second.”
Shouto was gripping at the sheets with white knuckles, his eyes clamped shut. Katsuki felt mildly guilty that Shouto could be suffering and here he was, feeling like he was going to blow his load at any second.
Even the slightest movement was sure to tip him over the edge, and Shouto’s slutty body—however it must be feeling—was holding him like a vise.
“Oh-okay. You can move now.” His breathing had evened out, but Katsuki didn’t know if he trusted it.
“Are you sure Halfie?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Please move...”
“I don’t want to hurt—“
“I said you can fuck me!”
As obediently as if Mind Fuck had commanded it, Katsuki pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside and then slammed back in.
He was thankful that Tape Arms was drunkenly passed out next door, because the noise that left Shouto’s mouth could only be described as a wail. He arched up off of the bed and clawed at the sheets, and Katsuki repeated the motion, chasing that overwhelming friction and euphoric tightness of Shouto’s body.
He quickly found a brutal, albeit steady rhythm, trying to think of anything to keep himself from coming. It would have worked too—the image of Four Eyes telling him to get his feet off of his desk was almost a perfect choice. Except nothing could have counteracted the absolute filth that Shouto was chanting into the sheets.
“Fuck! Fuck, Kat… it feels so good, holy shit—I-I didn’t know… nobody says it feels like this, fuck…” his voice was high and needy and a form of sex in its own right. “Why haven’t we-we always been doing this? Please, harder, I need—“
Katsuki’s head was spinning and his vision was starting to blur. That painful itch deep in his core was building, getting more and more intense with each trust and every sinful plea.
“I-I’m gonna—“
“Yes! Fuck do it… in—inside! Holyfuckjustlikethatfillme —”
That was all it took for Katsuki to go hurtling over the edge with the force of his quirk. The coil that had been wound so tightly snapped and he unloaded himself inside of Shouto with a near shout. His cock pulsed and pumped him full just like he wanted.
Of course Shouto groaned and writhed through it, milking him—his own cock still fully hard and leaking on the bedding between his legs. Katsuki was sure he’d never come so hard or so much in his life. The aftershocks ripped through him, each pulse still releasing cum from his spent cock.
When he finally pulled out, he watched his sated arousal slide from where they were joined. Shouto’s hole stayed open when he was gone, and a trickle of white flooded out after him, causing Katsuki to sway on his knees.
“That was—“
Katsuki leaned back on his heels, steadying himself and catching his breath. Shouto had collapsed into the futon and rolled onto his back, his cock still flushed and dripping onto his stomach.
“Yeah.”
It was a little breathless and hoarse and dazed, and Katsuki’s mouth ticked up into a smirk.
“That good, pretty boy?”
“Don’t go getting a bigger ego.”
Katsuki breathed out a snort and heaved himself up off the floor, grabbing his clothes and tugging them back on. Halfie watched him from his spot on the futon—mismatched eyes following every movement, the room having plunged into a silence that was just shy of comfortable.
He wondered if he should say anything, even as he reached the door and Shouto made no move to stop him. Was this a recurring thing? Should they establish rules? Did he even want it to happen again?
Katsuki turned back around, his hand on the doorknob. There was something on Shouto’s face, and even through the haze of lust and exhaustion Katsuki could see his answer before he even asked.
Of course it was going to happen again.
Katsuki opened the door and snuck back to his room without a word, collapsing into bed and finally allowing himself the disbelieving laugh he’d been keeping in.
He’d just had sex—losing his virginity to the school’s resident pretty boy—which apparently didn’t automatically make him gay.
Shutting his eyes, he settled further into the mattress, letting the way Shouto looked and felt and sounded underneath him occupy his mind as he drifted off.
And for the first time in a long time, Katsuki slept soundly.
Shouto stared at the ceiling long enough for his breathing to even out.
He didn’t know how long it had been since Katsuki left, but his cock was still painfully hard and he could feel the wetness between his legs, dripping out from his stretched hole and coating his thighs.
His rim clamped down around nothing and he groaned, biting his lip and waiting for the intense heat of his arousal to subside.
Shouto wasn’t sure at what point it was supposed to go away. His classmates had neglected to mention that little fact. And maybe it would be easier if cold showers actually worked on him, or if he could quiet his mind, but the only thing he could think about was the way Katsuki had felt inside of him.
Shouto had no idea that something could feel so good—could make him feel so complete. There was something so inherently sinful about the whole thing, but when Katsuki bottomed out and his cock—fuck, his cock— settled snugly in Shouto’s stomach it was like coming home.
Except it wasn’t the home that he had grown up in, a vessel of turbulence and trauma that still clung to him like cheap perfume. It was more like what people said sometimes, about home being a person and not a place. But in this case it was a feeling—fullness with every slam of powerful hips.
That wasn’t to say it hadn’t been painful at first, Shouto hadn’t done nearly enough to prepare himself for that intense stretch. But by the time the burning melted away, he was telling Katsuki not to move for a different reason, because it hadn’t been Shouto’s turn to come.
Goddamit, he wished it had though.
It was so tempting just to let go, to clamp down around Katsuki’s length and chase their releases in tandem. At some point Shouto had started to beg, because any longer and he would have been painting his sheets with cum and then that would make him gay.
Shouto’s ass throbbed again and he let out a whine, shifting his hips on the bed and willing his cock to go down.
He was no stranger to masturbation, but the whole arrangement was only for one person to orgasm. Katsuki was gone now. So did that make it okay?
Why hadn’t they explained more, dammit!?
Shouto leaned over and reached for his phone, more cum trailing out and sliding down his balls. His cock was now pressed to his sheets and he resisted the urge to buck his hips, unlocking his phone and typing out a quick message.
Today 00:46
How does the person who doesn’t get to come take care of their problem?
You know.Hypothetically.
Shouto waited a few minutes in an uncomfortable state of horniness before his phone buzzed and he saw the text from Kirishima.
Today 00:53
Oh hey bro! The other guy’s totally allowed to cum as long as he waits till his bro is gone!
😁👌😜🥵💪💦…
He was still typing but Shouto wasted no time. He threw his phone back down, snaking his hand between his body and futon to fist his aching cock. He bucked into his hand, biting his lip harder to keep from making noise.
The stimulation felt all at once too much and not enough. He could see lights floating in his vision and his cock leaked heavily onto the bed, but Shouto still needed more.
He reached around with the other hand and shoved two fingers inside of himself. He could feel Katsuki’s come coating his insides and he moaned into his pillow, fucking the fingers in and out of himself.
It still wasn’t enough, goddammit! It didn’t at all emulate Katsuki’s thickness—didn’t fill him up the same way.
A flash of orange caught his attention and Shouto grabbed the bottle of oil with slick fingers, turning it around and shoving it inside of himself with no small amount of effort.
He kept his grip as firm as he could and began slamming it inside, fucking into his used hole the way Katsuki had done. Shouto was sobbing and drooling, chanting out a string of fuck and yes and Katsuki.
He plowed into his overstimulated channel with enough force to almost lose his grip, finally hitting that spot that made him choke out Katsuki’s name once again and paint the sheets with his own cum.
Shouto pulled the bottle out with a gasp, rolling onto his back and groaning at how sticky and gross he felt. He would definitely have to change his sheets and take a shower, but it had been more than worth it.
Shouto couldn’t remember masturbating ever feeling so good. That had been the single most earth shattering orgasm of his life and it had been all because of Katsuki. He could only imagine what it would feel like to come around his cock.
Maybe next time he would win rock, paper, scissors and he would get to find out.
Shouto grabbed his phone again to plug it in, pausing when he saw another message. Kirishima had been typing earlier. He wiped his hand on the sheet and set his thumb on the scanner, watching their conversation pop back onto the screen.
Today 00:54
Just make sure you don’t think about your bro when you do cum. That would be super gay!
🤭😬😖💪👅
Shouto immediately felt like the floor had dropped out from underneath him—the last vestiges of his orgasm stripped away and replaced by one single, earth shattering realization.
Shouto had thought about Katsuki fucking into him, hands on his waist, hips stuttering as he filled him, the smooth glide of their bodies, the way he had wanted to come so badly around Katsuki’s cock…
“Fuck.”
Shouto’s voice filled the room, taking up the space with resounding confirmation.
“I might be gay.”