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It starts with a villain attack, of course, because what doesn’t in their lives?
As pro heroes, and top ones at that, it’s not uncommon at all. Actually, it’s looked forward to now, unlike their high school days. That is, in the same way a fireman hopes for a fire. Nobody actually wants a villain attack because people can and do get injured or worse, but it’s their job to protect, and the paper work is fucking boring.
Katsuki took the early shift with Shouto today, and he kind of regrets it. The way Shouto pouts lightly as he’s dragged away to check his injuries is too adorable to process properly.
Katsuki laughs to himself as he watches it happen, childishly sticking out his tongue when Shouto’s eyes meet his.
They’ve been friends for ten years, though Katsuki denied it for three, and they just know each other now. They can share a single glance and know exactly what the other is thinking, they’re both observant like that.
The thought kind of terrifies Katsuki (though he’d say it pisses him off); Shouto is actually one of his best friends, and he doesn’t know what he’d do without him.
They don’t go to each other for much but when they do, it’s just easy. Like a piece of a puzzle Katsuki didn’t even know he was building gets filled each time he’s around.
Oh, and did he mention the fucker is hot as hell?
Katsuki might be tempted to hit that, but he’s never let himself explore those feelings. Tries to deny them as a whole, even to himself (he’s not doing very good).
Katsuki has no idea when Shouto became so flirty, but that shit needs to stop like yesterday before he actually jumps his bones. He feels disgusting and filthy just thinking about it, treacherous for the lack of actual remorse he feels for how deep his attraction to Shouto runs.
Katsuki will never in his life admit this aloud, though he’s sure his own boyfriend is aware. Why he hasn’t thrown Katsuki out on his ass yet, he’s not sure.
Katsuki waves off a paramedic as she comes to check his injuries. “Fuck, cut that out, I’m fine!” He grumbles, but for how small the EMT is, she’s quite strong. Not that Katsuki couldn’t fight her off if he genuinely wanted to, just a halfhearted tug in the opposite direction.
“Please stop squirming, Mr. Dynamite. I need to clean your wounds.” She says, tugging Katsuki’s arm back into place.
He stops fighting then, though he’s kind of whiney in the afternoon. “It’s just a scratch, I was in the air when it happened.” Katsuki says with a roll of his eyes, then he sits ramrod straight and peers around the EMT’s shoulder.
“Are you looking for Hero Shouto?” She asks lightly, catching Katsuki’s frantic search of the grounds. “He’s fine. Had a big shard of glass in his side, but nothing Eri can’t fix.”
Katsuki slouches back down. “Like I give a fuck.”
But he does, and apparently it’s readable in his actions. He kind of forgot Eri occasionally interns at the hospital and with paramedics. Katsuki’s proud of her, even though he doesn’t say it enough.
He chooses to be a dick when Shouto finally stumbles back over (good as new, save for the gaping hole in his hero costume), because that’s what Katsuki does best.
“If you’re gonna fucking die on the job, at least warn me first. That way I can plan solo tactics faster.”
Shouto blinks at him, then he buries his head in the curve of Katsuki’s neck and hums. He understands that statement as you gave me a heart attack and we’re supposed to have each other’s backs, you’re a key component in the way I fight, and honestly, he’s one hundred percent correct in his guess.
Katsuki goes bug eyed and swats at his back, cursing and threatening him, but Shouto just continues to hug his waist, and it’s not like Katsuki is actually trying to get out of his hold. He’s the one with the most stamina right now, having only been scraped during the fight, but he still pretends like Shouto is forcing him to be there.
They don’t hug much, but occasionally Katsuki will throw himself on him when he’s had a tiring day and they’re alone. Shouto’s tired, so he figures it’s his turn to try rejuvenation via physical contact - he kind of wishes his own boyfriend was here, but Katsuki is perfectly fine when he finally stops yelling and lets his arms fall around Shouto with an annoyed groan.
They’re sure to be on a bunch of tabloids by tomorrow, but neither really care. Shouto’s so out of it he might pass out in Katsuki’s arms, and Katsuki’s busy trying to will himself not to take a deep inhale of Shouto’s intoxicating scent and play with his hair - sweaty from the fight.
It’s no surprise they end up at Katsuki’s house. For years they’ve always ended up at one or the other’s house after a patrol, it’s like a tradition.
Shouto’s now stable enough to step into Katsuki’s shower, because they were much closer to Katsuki’s house than the agency and the shower here is so much better. Katsuki had to drive Shouto’s car here he was so in and out.
He’s sluggish in washing off the sweat and dirt that accumulates on his skin and in his hair after every patrol, but by time he’s done and fully clean he’s a little more awake.
He steps out of the shower and towel dries his body before slipping into Katsuki’s room to steal something to wear. Igniting his left hand, careful of Katsuki’s shirt, Shouto finger combs through his hair as he steps out into the living room where Katsuki is.
“Shower’s free.”
Katsuki looks up, stares as Shouto’s hair sizzles and steams in the wake of his fire filled hand before falling silky straight at his shoulders. It’s not the first time he’s seen Shouto dry his hair in such a way, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over how hot it is.
Both literally and metaphorically.
Shouto tilts his head when Katsuki continues to stare, it’s one of the cutest things he’s ever seen. “Katsuki?”
“Ah- yeah,” Katsuki shakes his head and clears his throat. “M’ not cooking tonight, order something while I’m in.”
Shouto turns to watch Katsuki as he passes him. “What do you want?”
“Don’t care, you pick.”
When Katsuki comes back out, fully dressed and damp haired, Shouto’s just answering the door for their delivery. He’s completely unsurprised by the Soba, smiling softly at how consistent Shouto is. It’s kind of endearing.
Shouto pats the spot beside him on the floor in front of the coffee table, back against the front of the couch. “Sit.”
Katsuki raises a brow. “You have some balls coming into my house and bossing me around.”
Shouto just pats the spot again, and like the little whipped man Katsuki pretends to not be, he follows.
There’s a movie playing on the TV, but neither are paying attention.
Katsuki’s soba is hot and spicy how he likes it, and Shouto’s is cold just the same. It’s always like this when they eat from Shouto’s favourite restaurant, and Katsuki likes the familiarity of it.
Soon after they finish, Katsuki’s head feels hazy, clouded by something he doesn’t quite understand.
At some point Shouto leans his head on his chest, and instead of pushing him away like usual, Katsuki lets him stay. Sighing contently as his fingers run idly through soft, long, red and white strands. Shouto hums, openly leaning in to the touch.
It’s not often that they find themselves pressed up against each other, but Katsuki feels drawn to the touch and Shouto seems to feel the same way.
Katsuki’s legs are laying flat under the coffee table, and Shouto’s thigh places itself over them as he shifts and tries to get comfortable.
There’s a small voice in the back of Katsuki’s head saying this is wrong, this is your best friend, but it gets quieter and easier to ignore by the second as the haze in his mind thickens.
Shouto stirs, hips brushing against Katsuki in a not so innocent way as he tries to find a position that suits him. He whimpers at the touch, and Katsuki’s stomach pools with molten lava at the sound of him.
He shouldn’t want to hear it again, should be trying to pull away before things go south, but Katsuki can’t help it. He’s always prided himself on his immense self control, so why is he pressing his thigh between Shouto’s to hear him again?
The sound doesn’t even come restrained, Shouto even rocking back onto his leg and sighing. His head tilts back to look up at Katsuki from his spot on his chest. There’s really no going back from what comes next.
Katsuki distinctly remembers trying to fight the urge, but he’s drawn to Shouto like two opposite ends of a magnet. North being Katsuki’s lips and South being Shouto’s.
Their lips crash together far more aggressively than intended - Katsuki faintly wondering in the back of his head who leaned in first - but neither are cognitive enough to stop it.
This is wrong. This is so, so wrong. But then, why does it feel so right? There’s a distant thought of what this means for their friendship and how badly it can hurt it and their respective relationships, but they’re too far gone to heed the notion.
Katsuki’s hands grip Shouto’s waist when he climbs into his lap, groaning into the kiss as they’re crotches grind together. And they’re both hard, Katsuki doesn’t remember that happening at all, but he can’t care less at the moment. All he cares about right now is hearing that sound from Shouto again and sating the excruciating ache in his gut.
He’s never been so turned on in his life, and that in itself should be a huge red flag, but then Shouto rolls his hips and moans and Katsuki looses all train of thought.
They’re lips work fast and hard together, something Katsuki never expected from Shouto, but maybe he’s just as desperate as he is right now.
Shouto’s lips part with a groan, Katsuki follows suit, his tongue slipping into Shouto’s mouth and sliding over the wet muscle messily. He barely even registers the fact that Shouto’s tongue is both searing hot and as cold as ice simultaneously, too busy sucking on it like a whore to make observations.
Shouto’s never been one to search for a quick and hungry fuck, he likes to take his time and tease until his partner’s at wits end, but it’s like something is controlling him, and he’s not exactly angry with the results.
A feeling of guilt - so hot and consuming - rises fast in Shouto’s throat like bile when he thinks about his and Katsuki’s boyfriends, but it’s released as a gasp when he bites into Katsuki’s lip and tugs. He’s too lost in the pleasure to keep his mind on it for long, brain too muddled with want to even begin to understand morality.
A hand slips into Shouto’s pants, past his boxers, fingers wrapping tight around his cock. And he fucks into Katsuki’s fist; eagerly taking everything Katsuki has to offer with a roll of his hips and a kiss-muffled whine.
Shouto’s mind goes blank for a moment, and the next thing he knows he’s in Katsuki’s bed. He vaguely remembers getting hauled up in Katsuki’s arms, but that’s about it.
His eyes drift down, head throwing right back against the pillow when Katsuki slurps around his cock. Lewd wet sounds fill the room, and all Shouto can do is squirm under him and strain to buck his hips up with Katsuki holding them down.
Cardinal reds meet with bright cerulean and steely greys, and Katsuki just knows what Shouto wants. It’s not exactly hard to guess with him moaning at the head of the bed, but it comes to him loud and clear as if Shouto had actually said it.
So he tugs Shouto’s pants (actually, those are Katsuki’s boyfriend’s pants) all the way off and shucks them carelessly on the floor. Shouto gets rid of his shirt (again, not his; Katsuki’s shirt) while Katsuki rids himself of the rest of his own clothing. Then Shouto’s legs are spreading obscenely, beckoning Katsuki with a sight he can’t deny being sickeningly lured by.
It only momentarily strikes Katsuki as odd that Shouto’s hole is drooling slick on the sheets, but the thought is gone as fast as it came when he presses in with no warning or prep and Shouto cries.
Fuck, just another thing to add to the list of things about Shouto Katsuki is attracted to: his fucking voice. Whether it be deep and slow, or breathy and whiney, Katsuki absolutely loves the way it sounds in his ears.
Maybe Shouto knows that, because he clings to Katsuki’s shoulders and moans loud against his neck when he bottoms out. Absolutely no prep needed, Shouto’s hole sucks Katsuki in like a it was made for him, and if he were lucid that thought would make Katsuki shiver.
There’s no particular rhythm to their thrusts, - which is odd, because Katsuki is usually so strategic whenever he tops or does anything in general - they’re just left rutting mindlessly against each other.
It’s not bad, though; unexplainably good actually. Neither Shouto nor Katsuki can think of a time they’ve had better, and that should be alarming, but they’re entirely too busy for that.
Another hour later and Shouto has came three times. There’s so much cum inside his ass that it squelches and dribbles out with each of Katsuki’s thrusts. They’re both exhausted, but they can’t bring themselves to stop for the life of them.
There’s a fire burning inside so hot and every time they think it’s out, a spark catches in the wind and it’s set ablaze again.
Eijirou is tired as hell, brain working on overdrive to try and keep up with Izuku’s ramblings.
He’s usually really good at it, actually, but right now he’s highly confused and really wants to sleep. But Izuku’s freaking, and he’s a little concerned himself, so he lets Izuku continue mumbling as they drive back to Eijirou and Katsuki’s house.
He and Izuku got the late patrol shift, - extremely boring, and basically nothing happened, but it was nice to hang with Izuku. They’re like besties, and Eijirou fucking loves the dude - so Katsuki and Shouto should already be at his house and possibly sleeping by now.
Izuku did give Eijirou the run down of the issue before they left the agency, but he’s trying not to think too hard on it. Of course, he’s just as worried as Izuku is, but he doesn’t want to overreact before he gets an indication that anything’s actually wrong.
It’s a little weird that Katsukj’s not answering his phone, but it’s entirely possible they’re knocked out cold —exhausted from their villain scuffle during their patrol.
Lucky bastards, Eijirou thinks, because he’s really trying to forget the fact that they got hurt as much as possible.
They’re alright, Ejirou trusts Eri with his life. She’s gotten so good at controlling her quirk now.
When Eijirou pulls into the driveway, Izuku’s out of the car before he can even turn off the ignition.
Eijirou sighs weakly, locking his car to meet up with Izuku waiting for him at his locked door. Shouto’s car is there, so that’s a good sign.
Eijirou steps in first, the pair toeing off their shoes before Izuku goes in to inspect the Soba remnants on the coffee table. They ate, also good.
Izuku and Eijirou both already showered at the agency, clad in sweats and tee shirts as Izuku pads around the room looking for them as if they’re hiding somewhere.
Eijirou watches him for a moment before walking over to his bedroom, immediately freezing upon opening the door.
“Holy fuck,” he gapes, eyes wide and jaw slack. His voice rings kind of amused, because this is not at all what he was expecting — he’s not exactly surprised either. “Deku, they’re in here.”
Izuku is at his side in mere seconds, a hand slapping over his mouth at the sight. “Oh my goodness.”
Katsuki stops fucking Shouto long enough to look over his shoulder at them, Shouto whining at the loss of contact when Katsuki pulls out and crawls to the foot of the bed. And then he sees them, eyes growing darker as he follows closely behind Katsuki.
“You guys okay?” Eijirou asks, trying to hold in his laughter. He doesn’t know if he should feel hurt or find this hot. “You weren’t answering your phones, so the agency told us to keep you two away from others in case you got hit by the unknown quirk during the villain attack. I guess the answer to that is yes.”
Katsuki slides off of the bed, and he’s so out of it, he ends up goes to the wrong boyfriend.
“K-Kacchan!” Izuku screeches, completely taken aback when Katsuki drops to his knees in front of him and starts fiddling with his drawstring.
Izuku is baffled when Eijirou only laughs in response, but then he’s laughing right back at him when Shouto starts tugging at Eijirou’s pants and Eijirou jumps and squeals in surprise.
“Okokok, we cannot do this.” Eijirou sighs, pushing Shouto’s hands back. Shouto whines and nudges his face against his cock, and Eijirou curses the gods for making him weak and easy to arouse.
Why is he hard already?
“Kacchan!” Izuku gasps when Katsuki tries to bite his hand for attempting to push him away.
The room smells of sex and sweat and caramel from Katsuki’s quirk, and something else that’s entirely too alluring, like an aphrodisiac.
Eijirou groans when he realizes it’s the effects of the quirk.
They’re totally screwed.
It takes effect much sooner than it had for Shouto or Katsuki because they’re already aroused simply from the sight of the two. Eijirou’s head feels fuzzy, it’s kind of a nice feeling.
He eyes Izuku, who looks completely lost, and utters,
“You cool with this, ‘Zuku?”
“What!?”
“Listen,” Eijirou says, voice tight as Shouto continues to try and shove his hand down his pants. “We can’t just leave them here to deal with this on their own. It’s only a matter of time before the quirk’s full effect dawns on us, and we don’t know just how strong it’ll be. I need to know if it’s fine to help both of them and not just me helping Kats and you Shou.”
Izuku blinks dumbly at him, nodding as he starts to mumble something that starts with statistically speaking... “Y-yeah, I suppose that’s fine. They seem to want it that way, anyways.” He agrees. “Are you okay with that?”
Eijirou grins. “Mm, fine with anything.”
Shouto sits back on his heels and pouts up at Eijirou. “Please, I wanna taste you.”
Eijirou chuckles lightly, nodding at Shouto and petting his dual toned hair when he returns to yanking his pants down. “So polite, Shou.” He praises. Katsuki’s
still trying to fight Izuku’s pants off, so Eijirou laces a hand through his short, blond spikes and tugs his head back to look up at him. “C’mon Kats, look how nice Shou is being. You can do that too, can’t you?”
He’s only slightly surprised by how fast Katsuki gives in.
“Please? I want your cock down my throat till I can’t breathe.”
Izuku looks up at the ceiling and sucks in a shaky breath. He never thought he’d have Bakugou “Begging Is Beneath Me” Katsuki at his feet, doing just that for a chance to suck him off. His head might spin off at this rate.
“Yeah,” he sighs almost wistfully. “Go ahead.” The end gets choked off as Katsuki slides his pants down to the thighs and immediately wraps his plump, kiss swollen lips around the tip. “God, Kacchan~”
“Shouto, you’re absolutely dripping with cum, sweetheart.” Eijirou coos, breath hitching when Shouto bobs his head and hums around him.
Now this is a picture he’s never allowed himself to think too deeply about.
Shouto and Izuku are hot, Eijirou knows it, Katsuki knows it — but they’re both also aware that they are off limits, especially due to all four of them being in exclusive relationships. It’s not the first time he’s thought about Shouto’s tongue on him, but it’s somewhat jarring realizing it’s actually happening.
And it’s a little annoying being cognizant of the fact that Shouto and Katsuki are good at everything without even trying. They’re sucking selfishly - not even thinking about Izuku or Eijirou’s pleasure, only caught up on what they want - but it still feels so fucking amazing.
“Did Kats fill you up all nice and good while we were out?” Eijirou grins when Shouto nods enthusiastically around his mouth full of cock. “Want me to clean you up?” Shouto whines and shakes his head, but Eijirou pets his hair and shushes him. “Don’t worry, you’ll get more. I just wanna taste. Same as you, yeah?”
Shouto’s eyes go wide, humming as he pulls back with a lewd pop. He eyes Eijirou contemplatively before nodding. “Okay.”
Just like that, Eijirou has Shouto back on the bed and straddling his face with shaky legs.
His tongue circles Shouto’s hole and cum drizzles out onto his tongue. It tastes a little different than usual - which is saying something, because Eijirou’s favourite pastime has been giving Katsuki head ever since he figured out how to do it without hurting him with his teeth (Katsuki was very reluctant when Eijirou came blustering into the room saying he had an idea that day) - but it’s not any worse, so he hums happily as Shouto moans above him.; gyrating his hip against Eijirou’s tongue.
His eyes flutter shut when Shouto leans down to take his cock back into his greedy mouth. “Fuck, Shou. You’re doing so good.”
Izuku is still trying to keep his head on straight when Katsuki pulls away to look at Shouto and Eijirou and whines. That catches his attention immediately - it’s so unlike Katsuki that Izuku is reeling as he tries to force his brain to catch up with present time.
“What is it, Kacchan?”
Katsuki swirls his tongue around Izuku’s balls ands sucks before he answers, earning a soft groan. “Will you fuck me? Please?” Izuku squeezes his eyes shut. He has half a mind to pinch himself to make sure this isn’t a dream. He must take too long to answer, because Katsuki continues. “Please, sir, want you to fill me up so bad.”
Izuku is weak. A poor weak soul, because how can a simple word get him going so fast? Sir? Fuck, he never would have thought he’d like that, but here he is.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you stupid, baby?” Izuku has no clue where the fuck that came from, maybe he’s been hanging around Eijirou too much, but all he knows is he wants to hear it again.
“Mhm.” Katsuki nods eagerly. Izuku raises a brow, and he loves how Katsuki’s always so fast to pick up on subtleties. “Yes please, sir.”
“That’s a good boy, Kacchan.” Izuku praises. “Hop up on the bed for me, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ughh, that’s gonna be the death of me. Izuku’s not exactly mad at the idea.
Katsuki does as told with no hesitation, his usual fuck you attitude nowhere to be found. Izuku’s too dizzy to think too much about it, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes as he stands behind Katsuki, who’s on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed.
“Shit-“ Izuku sighs, a finger tracing Katsuki’s hole, earning a shiver from the blond. “Did you prep already, Kacchan?”
Katsuki sucks in a shaky breath when Izuku pushes a finger inside and it glides in easily. “No, sir.” He whines, shaking his head.
“No?” Izuku repeats thoughtfully. And then it hits him like a semi, a low groan pulling from his throat at the sight. “Is this the effects of the quirk? You’re dripping slick.”
“Oh!” Eijirou exclaims from his spot between Shouto’s legs. Shouto’s whine comes muffled around his cock. “That’s what it is! I was wondering why it was different, Shou’s got the same thing going on.”
Izuku slips a second digit into Katsuki’s hole, watching in awe as more slick trickles down the backs of his thighs when he scissors his fingers inside him.
“Please just fuck me, sir.”
“Patience, Kacchan.” Izuku says, still fascinated by the slick, leaning forward to get a taste.
“You hear that, Shou? Kats has a pet name for ‘Zuku, will you give me one?”
Shouto pulls back with a loud slurp, breathless and voice raw. “Yes, daddy.”
“Oh,” Eijirou gasps, cock twitching at Shouto’s lip. “Yeah- yeah, I think that’ll work just fine.” He shivers when Shouto licks a fat stripe up his cock. “Alright, ‘Zuku, you wanna try something?”
Eijirou gets up on his knees with Shouto straddling his thighs, chest to back; he gets Izuku to do the same thing with Katsuki. Shouto moans when Eijirou’s cock presses deep into him, Izuku and Katsuki mirroring as told.
Izuku doesn’t understand at first, but he starts fucking up into Katsuki when Eijirou does the same to Shouto. It takes a minute to realize, but when Eijirou scoots close and Shouto cries against Katsuki, it all clicks.
Oh.
Katsuki and Shouto are so close they have no choice but to press up against each other, cocks slipping and sliding against one another with every thrust as they’re sandwiched between Izuku and Eijirou, moaning desperately for more.
Izuku’s vision spots black, but he fights back the dizzy feeling as best he can. This is the most lewd thing he’s ever seen and he kind of wants to cry cause it’s just so beautiful. Seeing the three of them like this, absolutely wrecked and moaning with abandon, he’s never wanted anything more in his life.
And then Shouto has to go and ruin it by slotting his and Katsuki’s lips together in a sloppy kiss, except Izuku thinks it makes everything even better, even if it is unfortunate that he can’t hear their moans anymore..
He’s never imagined his own boyfriend with his tongue in someone else’s mouth, but for some reason this just feels right. Instead of his world crumbling around him, it seems to have just been rebuilt into something Izuku never wants to loose.
The night follows with an uncountable amount of orgasms until they all passed out, at one point Eijirou and Izuku spit roasting Shouto as Katsuki fucked himself on Shouto’s cock. Izuku doesn’t think he’ll ever forget how Katsuki sounded, whimpering and mewling under Shouto. Izuku doesn’t think he wants to forget.
The first up is Katsuki. He wakes up naked in Eijirou’s arms, and at first he doesn’t think anything of it, until he realizes the other set of arms and legs wrapped around him from the back.
He opens his eyes to peer up, and oh, that is not Eijirou.
Katsuki slinks his way out of their hold, careful not to wake anyone. He realizes the one jet packing him was Shouto as he sits up, then a roaring pain shoots up his spine. What the actual fuck?
He gets out of bed as quietly as possible, pulling on any random pieces of clothes he can find on the floor. When he looks up, Shouto’s sitting up and rubbing at his eyes sleepily.
Katsuki merely throws a shirt and a pair of pants at him, also courtesy of the floor, then motions for Shouto to follow him out of the room once he’s done.
Shouto comes out with a slight limp and finds Katsuki at the kitchen table. He sits across from him as Katsuki scratches at his (more than usually) wild hair.
“So-“ Shouto starts, cringing as his voice comes out hoarse and cracked. Katsuki stands to get them both something to drink wordlessly. “Thanks,” Shouto says when he sits back down.
“What the fuck happened last night?” Is the first thing Katsuki says, voice hushed as to not carry to the bedroom.
Shouto looks up at him and tries to think. “Uhh,” it takes a minute to come back to him. All scrambled in bits and pieces and fuzzy, like a dream. “Oh.. a lot, I’d guess.”
Katsuki groans and lays his head on the table. “No fucking shit.”
“I’m sorry.” Shouto says quietly.
Katsuki glances up at him. “What for?”
“This was all my fault.” He says, pausing to take a sip of his drink as his throat runs dry. “I was the one that came on to you in the first place.”
Katsuki sits back up to scowl at him. “Oh, shut up. You think your ass could force me into anything?” Shouto looks down at the table, and Katsuki takes it as a no because he’s good at Silent Shouto Language. “Exactly.”
Shouto sighs, running a hand through his hair to push it back. “Still-“
“Do you regret it?” Katsuki cuts in, and he despises the way he audibly sounds apprehensive and scared.
Shouto looks up at him with those stupid, glassy eyes Katsuki sometimes finds himself lost in, and he can’t help but feel anxious for the answer.
It’s obviously a yes, right? Why wouldn’t he?
But why does that not sit right with Katsuki? Why is his stomach churning as he waits for his best friend to tell him that he regrets sleeping with him? It’s a given that he should feel-
“No.”
All of the stress building up inside of Katsuki’s body leaves with one single word, and he feels like an ass for sighing in relief.
How do their boyfriends feel about this?
“Do you?” Shouto asks, sounding a little guarded.
Katsuki hates that all he wants to do is soothe away all of Shouto’s worries. That’s not his job, he needs to remember that.
His answer comes too fast for his own liking. “No.”
He catches Shouto’s lips quirk up into the ghost of a smile around the rim of his cup as he nods, and Katsuki realizes he might be in love with this man. It’s terrifying, and even Katsuki (who will deny ever feeling something as pitiful as fear) will admit it.
They fall into a semi comfortable silence. They don’t have much else to say, so Katsuki makes something to eat to get his mind off of everything while they wait for Izuku and Eijirou to make up. Shouto helps, because he can’t stand being left to his own devices at the table.
They’re still picking at their food, slow and unenthusiastic, as Eijirou and Izuku stumble out of the bedroom looking the exact opposite.
“Dudes!” Eijirou gasps, finding a seat at the table in front of a plate. “You made food? You guys are the best!” He exclaims, as if Katsuki doesn’t make him food every damn day.
Izuku’s ears are red when he sits, but he’s also smiling to himself about something. “Thank you, Kacchan, Shouto.”
“Don’t thank me, Katsuki did most of it.”
“Shut up, Halfie, you helped.” Katsuki grumbles. Shouto nods softly, and they both return to picking at their food.
Eijirou dubbed himself the peacemaker of the group well back in their high school days, and he’s damn good at his job, so he immediately picks up on the awkwardness.
“So,” he drawls. “About last night.. you guys okay?”
Katsuki meets Shouto’s gaze across the table, he can tell he’s just as confused as he is. “Huh?”
“With the quirk and all,” Izuku says, fumbling with his cutlery. “I mean it must have taken a toll both physically and mentally...”
Shouto’s the one to speak up this time. “Quirk..?”
“Oh, wow.” Izuku says airily.
“Do you.. not remember anything from last night?” Eijirou tries.
Shouto sees Katsuki’s face grow pink, he doesn’t think he fairs any better. “Yeah.”
“How much?”
Shouto makes a nervous sound, pats out the small flame arising on his left ear. “Um, enough.”
Eijirou giggles, and Katsuki can’t help but feel broken inside.
“Can we just skip to the fucking doomsday or whatever?” Katsuki snaps. He can’t stand another second of this if everything’s just going to come crumbling before his eyes right after. “Please?”
“Doomsday?” Izuku asks, then his eyes widen in realization. “Oh, Kacchan, we’re not mad. I’m! Not mad.” He corrects, looking over at Eijirou. “Sorry, I don’t mean to speak for you.”
“No, you’re right. I’m not mad either.” Eijirou smiles. Katsuki and Shouto are beyond confused. “You remember your patrol yesterday, I assume?”
Katsuki nods distantly. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You guys were hit by a tempt quirk.”
The table falls silent for a moment as they soak in the information. Then Katsuki scowls. “The fuck is that?”
Eijirou folds his fingers and lets Izuku explain, because honestly he was kind of out of it the first time around.
“So, as I understand, it’s a lust tempt quirk that meddles with the brain to make the person said quirk is used on give in to any temptations they have and can also influence those around them.” Izuku says, and then his eyes widen and he flushes. “Ah, didn’t expect it to make you produce slick though.”
“Produce WHAT!?”
Shouto nudges Katsuki’s foot under the table with his own, and it’s enough to stop him from murdering everyone at it in embarrassment.
“So.. we were forced to give in to whatever we were tempted to do,” Shouto asks slowly.
They all make an ohh face upon realizing the implication. Eijirou waves it off first.
“First things first, is the quirk still affective?”
“No?” Shouto and Katsuki say simultaneously.
“Alright, then I guess I’ll just have to put myself out there.” Eijirou sighs, they all look at him confused. “I like you. Like, all three of you. Have for a long time.” The confusion stays etched into each of their faces in various different forms.
“What?” Katsuki asks mostly to himself, but it’s loud enough to be heard by all.
“Is that allowed?” Shouto muses, scratching his chin.
Eijirou grins. “There’s no rules when it comes to love-“
“Don’t fucking say that, Deku will-“ Katsuki trails with a sigh when he sees Izuku. “Oh great, here come the waterworks.”
Fat tears roll down Izuku’s cheeks, and he bawls, so hard that Eijirou jumps to his feet and rushes over to him in a panic.
“Holy shit, dude, I am so sorry! Did what I said upset you?”
Izuku cries into Eijirou’s shoulder as he cradles him. It’s kind of funny, two huge, beefy dudes looking all soft and too small for their own muscular bodies. “No,” he sniffles. “I just- I love you guys too.”
Shouto’s fond look falls as his gaze lands on Katsuki sitting wide eyed. It’s weird, he’d expect him to be making fun of them or something right now, but he’s completely speechless.
“Hey,” Shouto says softly.
And Katsuki cracks. Melts and turns into a disgusting pile of emotions he wishes he could hide.
“You fucker,” he half sobs, pointing an accusing finger at Eijirou with a watery eyed glare. “I hate you. You did this to me. Made me all revoltingly soft and touchy-feely. I thought you said surprise attacks weren’t manly, what the fuck was that?”
Eijirou laughs, runs a free hand through Katsuki’s hair. Katsuki doesn’t even pretend to not want it there.
“Me too, you know,” Shouto says, reaching across the table to close Katsuki’s hand in his own. “I love you guys too.”
It’s twenty minutes later, and they’re all on the couch together. Katsuki’s just regained control of his tear ducts and feels like a snot nosed kid, still, he will deny having cried if ever brought up again.
There’s still one thing he needs clarified though, so he asks in the best way he knows how.
“The fuck does this mean for us now?”
Shouto hums, arms tightening around Katsuki’s waist. (Katsuki never expected him to be so cuddly, but he’s not exactly complaining.) “I think we’re dating.”
“Is that what we all want?”
“Yes.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“Whatever.”
“Cool, me too.”
“.......”
“Let go of me, I need a fucking shower!”
“Can I come with?”
“My ass hurts like a bitch, and I don’t plan on getting it up for another year. So if you’re looking to fuck, no.”
“I agree one hundred percent. So I may come?”
“.... tch, whatever. Touch me and you’ll regret it.”
Shouto grins mischievously as he follows behind Katsuki. “Is that an invitation?” Katsuki’s palms crackle, and Shouto throws his head back and laughs. Like actually laughs full heartedly, smile and everything. “Sorry, sorry. Hands to myself, I promise.”
Eijirou watches with a smile of his own as they leave. “They got used to that pretty fast.”
Izuku giggles. “Yeah. But I guess it’s been a long time coming, huh.”
Eijirou turns to watch him, little green curls messy from sleep, eyes soft and loving, face scattered with freckles. He’s beautiful, Eijirou thinks.
“Sorry about that,” he says with a frown, gesturing to Izuku’s shoulder where his shirt slipped.
“Huh?” Izuku feels his shoulder and surely enough there’s little indentations there. “Oh.” He grabs his phone to look at it in the camera app and it’s a bite mark, clearly made by Eijirou judging by its shape.
Izuku smiles bigger than he means to, and shakes his head. “Don’t be, I like it.”
“You like it?”
Izuku nods reassuringly. “Yeah. I always ask Shouto to mark me up but he doesn’t like the thought of hurting me, even though I tell him it doesn’t. Whenever he does, it’s always hesitantly.” He explains, rubbing over the mark fondly.
Eijirou grins. “I can give you more.”
“Year long hiatus not for you?”
“Not when you look like that.”
“Hmm, can you give me one.. here?”
“Holy fuck. ‘Zuku, I would be happy to get my mouth quite literally anywhere on your body.”
Three months later
When Shouto and Eijirou take the late patrol shift and come home to find Izuku and Katsuki making out on the couch, Eijirou merely giggles and drags Shouto off to the shower with him.
“No fucking on the couch!” He says over his shoulder, snickering when a pillow is thrown at the bathroom door just as it closes.
They are doing just fine.