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“Drink it and get out.”
The uneven table rattled as Bakugou slammed their two cups down, liquid sloshing through the thin slits of the lids. Tetsu was knocked out of his thrilling tale of how he finally made a breakthrough after a couple of months being stuck at a plateau on his deadlifts, which had him nearly toppling over not only his cup but the entire table.
“I think this is yours.” Kirishima said after catching his own cup and the name on it, “Lead for Brains,” written in perfect cursive. Tetsu took a look at his own drink and passed over the cup adorned with “Shitty Hair”.
They had brainstormed on multiple occasions about why they keep coming back to this particular coffee shop.
It was smack dab between campus and their shared apartment.
That was a plus.
The drinks were reasonably priced for their meager wages.
Another perk.
When Bakugo wasn’t on shift, the service was downright decent.
And yet, when they knew Bakugo was around, they both were drawn to the place like a pair of salivating beasts.
"The bratty chihuahua strikes again." Tetstu snickered, taking a deep gulp, despite the boiling heat of his Americano.
Kirishima hid a grin behind his own drink, shooting a glance at Bakugo behind the bar, who immediately threw a middle finger their way with a sneer. The voice of his broccoli haired co-worker, “You can't keep treating customers like that, Kacchan," reached them clear as day in the quiet cafe.
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"Damn it!" Tetsu kicked the apartment door closed, trailing in after Kirishima.
“Dude, you good?”
They had dropped by the gym after their coffee, and Kirishima had noticed Tetsu was far quieter and more focused than usual. Spotting for a dude on the barbell bench who glowered right past him, making hard eye contact with the ceiling, was a bit weird, no matter how well you knew the person.
“Fucking, Bakugo man,” Tetsu sank into their couch, combing his hands through his sweat dampened silver locs. “Why can’t I get over this?”
Kirishima shrugged. He knew they shared the same attraction, but he tried not to harp on it often. When it came to their competitive streak, it had never applied to sexual conquests in the past. “Hey, he’s hot, but what are you gonna do? He clearly isn’t interested in either of us.”
That declaration made Tetsu turn serious. “I’m not so sure that’s true.”
"For real?" Kirishima dropped on the other side of the couch, stretching his arms over the back and spreading his legs.
“Have you never seen the way he looks at us from behind the bar? That death glare isn’t just for any other customer.”
"You think he's reserved a special glare exclusively for us?" Kirishima snickered. “Bro, no way in hell. You’re just too horny to think straight now.”
"Yeah, yeah, maybe that's it. Fuck he gets me so frustrated," Tetsu started palming himself through the fabric of his gym shorts. "Bro, nobody that hot has ever pissed me off this much.”
“No shit, bro.” Kirishima laughed, watching his friend pull his shorts and boxers down to his knees in one go, cock already at half-mast. Instead of immediately going back to grabbing himself, Tetsu raked both of his hands across his face and leaned his head back, legs kicking his sweats off.
“That mouth of his, dude. I don’t know if I want to stuff it to shut him up or make him scream.”
“Man, and the way he stomps around the shop.” Kirishima nodded, redoing his ponytail into a top bun to bring down the heat flushing down his chest. “Sometimes all I can think about is him kicking me to the ground, stepping on me with those bigass boots.”
“He’s small, but those tight tanks he wears around? You know he's built,” Tetsu said, now fully hard and making a meal out of slicking the pre-cum down his shaft. "Bet he’d kick your ass before you knew what hit ya."
“Like you’re one to talk?" Kirishima shut his eyes, releasing a huff of relief, pulling his shorts down, and taking his own cock in hand. Imagination shifting to what kind of look of disdain the barista would be making if he could see them right now.
“Oh, for sure, he’d totally give me a good beating.” Tetsu moaned, and Kirishima took a break from thinking of the out of reach blonde to admire his friend next to him, whose hand started becoming erratic in the way it does when he’s too turned on to keep focus. "But you never know, man. Sometimes guys like that turn out to be total subs once you get them hot and bothered."
A sharp bolt rumbled through his stomach, and he couldn't help but cant his hips up, tightening up his fist and moving his other hand to give his balls a rough tug, relishing the pain. The lack of lube adding a complementary sharp ache.
"God, I hope not."
Kirishima was never opposed to stepping up in the bedroom, but someone like Bakugo dug into a deep part of him that made him want to drop to his knees and stay there until he was permitted to make a move.
The wood began a harmonious creak through the thin cushions with their growing eagerness, hips thrusting to meet impatient hands. With a slam of his free hand on the arm of the couch, Tetsu busted through his knuckles with gritted teeth and eyes clenched so tight Kirishima could practically see the exorcism of frustration through his dick.
With a near synchronous moan, borderline whimper, he followed Tetsu, cum spilling hot through the iron clad grip he held himself in, slowly but firmly working out the last bits of his fantasies.
When they were assigned roommates as freshmen in what was affectionately nicknamed the 'Party Dorm', they found themselves gravitating toward each other whenever venturing outside their room felt like hopping through a minefield of drunkard toddlers. They discovered fairly quickly that fooling around together never felt awkward or strange. What started as them politely ignoring the necessity of secretly jerking off under the covers once the lights were out in their separate beds eventually the effort to hide became less of a concern. It was an easy progression to either of them lying on top of their sheets, working their dick while the other did homework or channel hopped on the TV.
And with that, it wasn't long until they were in each other’s beds when the mood became too contagious to ignore. On nights when either of them had the pick of the room among strangers, it felt more comfortable and practical to get each other off.
A perfect match of no strings attached between a couple of bros.
"Shit," Tetsu groaned, rubbing excess cum from his hands onto his shirt. "Gonna shower. Wanna join?"
"Why not?" Kirishima shrugged. It's a tight fit, but he knows they could both go again, and he’d never pass up the chance to blow his buddy when they’re fresh from a workout.
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It's not that Kirishima meant to keep the tutoring with Bakugo from his bro; it simply never came up naturally. It was pure coincidence that the blonde smokeshow's schedule so happened to line up with Tetsu's class and work schedule. Kirishima had seen Bakugo in the math class they shared before, but never dared to do more than steal a few glances, quickly averting his gaze if their eyes ever met. He definitely never expected it would be Bakugo when his professor suggested pairing him with a tutor.
They had been meeting in the library for a few weeks, but neither of them was able to focus lately with the number of people filling it as the end of the semester got closer. With Bakugo refusing to go to the coffee shop when he was off the clock or to his place when his roommate would be around, Kirishima instantly caved once his apartment was the only option left.
So when Tetsu came home over an hour earlier than expected, Kirishima nearly jumped out of his own skin.
“The damn baseball team’s personal gym flooded or some shit. Bastards took over our whole spot-" Tetsu came to a screeching halt at the front door, his running shoes partway toed off, eyes going wide at the sight of Bakugo sitting on their couch. "Oh, hey. What are you doing here?"
"Baking a damn cake. What the fuck does it look like?" Bakugo said, holding up a textbook, that Kirishima hoped he wasn't about to hurl in his direction. His teaching methods were effective but intense. Kirishima had found himself on the tail end of more than a few books and rolled up papers.
"Ah, word." Tetsu smiled, raising an accusatory eyebrow in his friend's direction. "Ei didn't tell me we were having company."
He had nothing to feel guilty about, Kirishima reminded himself. The arrangement with Bakugo was precarious at best, and talking to Tetsu was a part of his carefully laid long-term plan. A step that came after finally asking Bakugo out outside of tutoring, once the semester was over, and maybe after about two, three, or six months of dating.
Tetsu is going to be his best man after all, so definitely before the proposal.
"Uh, tutoring. "
"You got a problem!?"
Kirishima and Bakugo answered over one another.
"Nah, man. Train your brain and all that." Tetsu held his hands up with a bright smile, then proceeded to peel his shirt off, bunching it up to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Kirishima could tell he's flexing his biceps a bit more than usual while tightening up his abs, and he'd roll his eyes if it weren't a move that had worked on countless others in the past. Himself included.
Kirishima jerked his head to the hallway in an attempt to subtly direct Tetsu out of the room. They still had nearly half an hour remaining that he was not going to waste on his friend's failure to show off. Bakugo, completely unfazed by the gun show, turned his attention back to their work, and Kirishima quickly corrected himself, rubbing at his neck as if fixing a kink in it.
"Right then! " Tetsu said with wavering confidence in his tone. “I'll be in the shower!”
"Nobody asked." Bakugo growled, nose back in their work.
With the creaking close of the bathroom door, Bakugo began talking through the equation they were working on like the interruption never occurred. Then began sporadic buzzes from Kirishima's phone, practically vibrating off the coffee table, drawing Bakugo's ire.
"Answer it. I can't think."
Kirishima snatched the phone, opening to a series of short texts one after the other.
"Brooo, wtf?!
How long?!!!
This start before pr after that little fantasy sess we had?
Omg he's sitting on the exact couch!
He's literally sitting on the exact spot i came to him on!!!
Can't leave me hanging like thks"
The pattering of the shower finally reached it way to the living room, and Kirishima hoped that would be the end of the blow-up for now.
He typed a quick "we'll talk when he leaves. Gimme like 30 min, kk?" And proceeded to silence his phone, letting it drop out of sight to the floor.
When Tetsu returned, Kirishima expected him to pull the whole "nothing but a towel resting low at the V of the hips with water glistening down his pecs" routine. Instead, he chose to go a more classy route, opting for a muscle tank with the arm holes cut down low enough to show off his ribs and one of Kirishima's favorite pairs of mesh basketball shorts that accentuated his loose cock just right when he forgoes boxers.
Which he clearly had.
The shower was barely five minutes, so Kirishima didn't suspect that he had taken care of himself. Most likely only taking the time needed to calm down under the coldness of the weak water pressure to work down to a still sizeable chub.
Realistically, Kirishima was being too optimistic that Tetsu would retreat to his bedroom without a peep after showering. Technically, it's Tetsu's apartment too, and he had every right to the communal space. Yet the way he strolled back in and took a seat next to Bakugo, crossing his legs and laying a thick arm on the headrest behind him, sent a streak of possessiveness in Kirishima he didn't know he was capable of, followed immediately by a slight jump to his cock by the reality of having Bakugo between them.
"Sooo, what ya studying?"
"Tch, don't you have your own classes to go fail?" Bakugo said, not sparing Tetsu a glance.
"Hey, I'm actually not too bad at math," Tetsu said, grabbing a textbook they had not even been using off the coffee table. "I don't know why Kirishima didn't come to me."
Bakugo snatched the book from him and flung it across the living room. "Yeah, well, I’m better."
"Bakugo and I have been prepping for the same test. I didn't want to distract you." Kirishima said with a shrug.
"But you’re okay distracting him?”
“He wouldn’t be tutoring if he thought it was a distraction." Kirishima snapped, no longer able to hold back his irritation.
Logically, he knew he had no right to the sudden jealousy of Bakugo's time, but the desire to declare, ' he's mine! I was here first!' was strong.
"How about we all work together! Tag team it, Ei!" Tetsu gleefully suggested shooting a suggestive wink over Bakugo's shoulder.
"Man, we kinda got a flow going here-"
"Hey, we should order some-"
"Will you both shut the hell up!" Bakugo roared, making their mouths clamp shut. Kirishima was halfway between his balls shrinking inside himself or popping a full hard-on at the outburst.
"Fucking bastards, I'm getting sick of this shit," Bakugo said, standing, his eyes darting down between the two, with a glare that could have set them ablaze. "Neither of you have been exactly fucking subtle. Sizing me up at my goddamn job like a couple of mutts in heat for months. You’re both absolute shit at whispering, by the way."
At that moment, Kirishima was ninety-nine percent sure they were both about to get a fist to the face.
He's down so bad he'd accept it with a 'thank you' and a smile.
Instead, Bakugo shifted his gaze back and forth between them hard, with a look of contemplation. Suddenly, he let out a slight snort that bordered on laughter, with an ominous grin slowly creeping across his face. Lowering onto the coffee table, he leaned back on the palms of his hands, legs spread like an invitation.
"Kiss."
Tetsu's brain caught on faster with no hesitation; his strong palm fisted the back of Kirishima's neck, crushing their mouths together. Their kissing felt like a borderline sparing session on a good day. Right now, Tetsu is absolutely ravenous, and Kirishima found himself floundering for a moment to keep up.
As often as they've helped each other out, the occasional handjob or blowie, they haven't made out like this in a while. It was never anything that either of them was opposed to, but the practicality of getting each other off didn't often call for much foreplay.
Once they finally broke to take a breath, Kirishima felt like he'd been running sprints, and Tetsu looked no worse for wear. They rested their foreheads together for a moment, a sliver of saliva keeping them connected while their heavy breathing mingled. The smell of spearmint emitted from Tetsu, cocky bastard, must have brushed his teeth in the shower.
The soft slap of skin returned their attention to their guest. During the distraction, Bakugo had stripped himself of his joggers, his thin shirt pulled up enough to show off a sandy happy trail leading down to a glistening pussy. With one leg hiked on the table, he idly rubbed his ruddy cock between two fingers, studying them with an expression of indifference.
"Which one of you is going to lick me first?" He asked with the click of his tongue.
This time, they came close to a tie at the speed they moved, nearly bumping foreheads into each other during the scramble to the floor. Both of them managed to kneel before Bakugo, but Kirishima won by a split second, wasting no time licking a broad stripe from taint to Bakugo's clit, already wet simply from watching them make out. It made Kirishima peacock with pride as he dug in even further, feeling a growl of victory at being first deep in his chest, vibration tickling the nerves suctioned between his lips, drawing a husky moan above him.
Completely lost in Bakugo's pleasure, he yelped when a hand pushed at his forehead, making him fall ass backward to the carpet.
"Dude, quit hogging." Tetsu scolded before digging in for his own taste.
Making a quick recovery, Kirishima got to his knees next to his friend, palming himself to the sight. He was completely entranced watching Tetsu’s tongue working its way in and out of Bakugo until the barista pulled him up by the hair and crushed their lips into a messy kiss before licking at the slick that was smeared across his cheeks. Once their lips finally met again, Bakugo sucked his tongue, bringing himself inside his mouth.
If kissing Tetsu was a competition for control, Bakugo was an effortless surrender. He was firm and wordlessly exhibited complete confidence in the dominance he held over both men.
They broke the kiss when Bakugo jerked forward. Kirishima looked down to see two of Tetsu's fingers bullying their way inside of him, scissoring with precision. Equally transfixed by the twitching of the veins in Tetsu's sculpted forearm and Bakugo's engorged cock, prime and open when Tetsu came up for air. Kirishima threw himself back down and licked in between his friend's fingers, working in perfect tandem with each other to stretch the smaller man open.
He could hear the smacking of Tetsu and Bakugo now kissing above him, his friend's fingers never letting up, now slick enough for a third, pistoning in and out at a pace Kirishima was impressed Bakugo managed to hold himself up against. A filthy wetness bounced off the walls of their dinky apartment as Bakugo fucked Kirishima’s face with a fervor that made him think perhaps his bro wasn’t entirely too far in his suspicion that there were ulterior motives to the death glares.
Nails scratched deep into Kirishima's scalp, hair tie being lost in Bakugo's sloppy scramble through his long crimson hair. He couldn't get enough of the taste; it became increasingly difficult to tell his own saliva from Bakugo's wetness that felt like an endless fountain that could keep him hydrated for days. The back of Bakugo's leg hooked over Kirishima's shoulder bringing him closer, as if he needed the extra motivation, when his hips came to a jittering shudder. His tongue mapped out every fold and slurped every droplet he could get to in hopes of committing each inch and flavor to memory.
"Oh, ow ow, fuck, yes," Tetsu began to whimper above, and Kirishima peeked under his lashes to see Bakugo had evolved from kissing to practically gnawing at Tetsu's bottom lip, pulling violently when the dam of his pussy finally burst. Kirishima eagerly guzzled as much as possible, still missing enough to have the remainders drip down his chin and shirt.
"Swallow it! All of it!" Bakugo's gritted out around the flesh in his teeth, and Kirishima found himself repeatedly whimpering out a weak "oh shit, shit, shit" muffled against the pussy he was trapped against while their stubble scratched together with a maddening friction while Bakugo quivered through the last remnants of his orgasm.
Once he was finally allowed to come up for air, Kirishima watched Bakugo's chest heave with a sheen of perspiration through his top that made Kirishima want to continue to lick the entirety of his body clean. All the two roommates could do was stay there on their knees, cocks practically ripping through their shorts, waiting for instruction. If Bakugo got up and left them there to finish themselves off, Kirishima would still have enough jack off material to last him a lifetime.
Luckily, Bakugo had other plans.
“Hey, you.” He smacked Tetsu in the chest with a backhand, who snapped to attention. “Condoms, lube, now.”
Tetsu scrambled to shaky legs and practically sprinted to his room.
Alone again, all Kirishima wanted was to get his mouth back on that cock, but Bakugo stood shoving him away.
“Get that shirt off and lie on the couch.”
His back barely hit it before Bakugo was on him, ripping his own shirt off and hurling it out of sight before slinking between Kirishima's legs and making a slow show of rolling down his shorts.
"Heh, knew you dyed your fucking eyebrows." Bakugo chuckled, calloused fingers dancing down the coarse black hairs below his belly button, eyes widening for a flash of a second when the sizable cock popped free from his waistband. The air of arrogance at Bakugo's clear surprise at his girth was fleeting once Bakugo's tongue lolled out to take a lazy lap along the tip, taking a savoring taste once he licked clean the precum that had been collecting there, emptying his brain of all proper thought. A sliver of drool rolled down Bakugo's chin when he took the head completely into his mouth and moved down at an agonizing pace. The slight gagging in the back of his throat was like music to Kirishima's ears, and Tetsu seemed to agree.
“Oh, wow.”
Kirishima rolled his head back and was greeted to an upside-down view of his friend, his own shirt now gone and mouth agape, utterly entranced by the way Bakugo mouthed up and down Kirishima's cock.
“Bro, c’mon, we’re waiting on you.” Kirishima said, scratching a tentative hand through blond locks, the groan around him letting him know it was welcomed.
Shaken out of his daze, Tetsu slapped a condom on his chest. He even made the extra effort to go to Kirishima’s room to get his preferred brand.
Always looking out like a true friend.
Bakugo snatched the condom off of him and rolled it down with his mouth, waning patience evident. Taking a few more mouthfuls around the latex, he seemed satisfied enough and straddled Kirishima's hips, taking his cock in slowly, brow furrowed in determination.
"Fuck, I can feel your stupid horse cock in my guts." Bakugo groaned, slight tears gathering in the corner of his eyes once he was fully seated. "Think you can keep from busting your load while your buddy fingers my ass open?"
"Yeah, hell yeah." Kirishima shook his head fervently, not only wanting not to let Bakugo down but Tetsu as well.
Tetsu, who had been awkwardly hovering behind Bakugo, seemingly happy to watch them from behind, let out a small hoot of victory as he was invited to rejoin the party. Of all of the things they had experimented with in the past, this was new territory for both of them. The other man looked absolutely massive as he hovered behind Bakugo, his gaze obviously fixed downward on the puckered hole his fingers began to work open. The foreign sensation of Tetsu's digits stroking against Kirishima's cock through the thin layer of skin between Bakugo's cunt and ass set off a haywire directly to the part of his brain that was holding back any composure.
“Bro, I can feel your fingers inside of him. It’s fucking wild.” Kirishima groaned.
“If either of you losers calls me bro while you’re inside of me, I’m gonna leave both of your balls bluer than the fucking ocean.” Despite the big talk, Bakugo looked as lost in a haze of lust as the other two, but Kirishima would never want to test the limits of his wrath intentionally.
“Loud and clear, sweetheart,” Tetsu said, already prepared to dodge the hand that Bakugo swung behind to whack at him. “You sure you’re ready for this? Think your tiny body can handle it?”
“I know what I’m-“Bakugo's voice was stolen by the head of Tetsu’s cock breaching his hole, causing Kirishima to thrust upward equally unprepared for the intrusion. “Fuck! Warn a guy!”
“My bad.” Tetsu apologized, every inch slowly nudging against Kirishima’s own in a whole new way that felt like a bizarre level up from their typical frotting.
It seemed like an entirety waiting for Tetsu to fully sheath himself, and by then, Kirishima felt like his dick was about ready to fall off. Bakugo slowly rolled his hips, accustoming himself to the sizable intrusions, blunt nails kneading into Kirishima’s chest. Kirishima decided he had been good and patient; he deserved a reward. No longer holding back, he grabbed Bakugo's hips, planting his feet on the couch, careful to avoid Tetsu’s legs, and began to thrust forward with growing speed. Once they worked out the awkward position, Tetsu and Kirishima found an easy rhythm of push and pull, working Bakugo back and forth on their cocks.
They always did excel at teamwork.
The couch was nothing fancy, but it's a big space for two big guys, and Bakugo fit in perfectly in the middle. There's a loose spring that scratched at Kirishima's lower back through the worn fabric with every bounce of Bakugo in his lap, who had become something akin to a toy being passed between them. He seemed so delicate in their hands, opposite to his explosive personality. There was a rush of power in knowing that he had let them have this, even if deep down Kirishima knew they were both completely at his mercy. Tetsu’s hands moved from his backside, coming to a loose hold on his neck, the other wrapped around his chest, rolling a pebbled nipple tight enough to redden the flesh around it. Kirishima's hands gravitated from his hips to the tight globes of his ass, bouncing with each push, massaging the cheeks, spreading them open and closed, before crawling his fingers between the cleft to grope at Tetsu's cock, thrusting into Bakugo's gaped rim. Tetsu is so thick he always makes sure to be generous with the lube when he tops, and this time is no different. The slide of his fingertip could probably slip through to join his friend's cock in the tight heat if he adjusted quite right.
A thought for later.
Fuck, he cannot even be considering later as a possibility right now.
Once Bakugo was confident in the other two's ability to keep him upright, he took a hand to reach between his legs, stroking at his clit in a flurry, the grind of his hips hastening, and muscles tensing in a way that would make it impossible for them to continue to move if not for his profuse wetness.
Bakugo let out a howl pitched higher than either of them knew he was capable of, a gush soaking Kirishima's cock and lap and trickling enough down into the cushions that he briefly wonders if that means the couch will smell of Bakugo from now on. The clench of his pussy and ass sends Kirishima and Tetsu into a chain reaction of railing Bakugo's growing limp body with renewed vigor. Now that they could rest assured he was taken care of, both of them were free to chase their own pleasure, the smaller body snapping near violently between them, Bakugo's eyes hooded and glazed over in a state of pleasure drunkenness off the overstimulation.
The flash of Bakugo gaping open and leaking with their cum from both holes that invaded Kirishima's imagination has him cursing the condom he spills into, hands bruising into the flushed skin of Bakugo's pelvis that he had slammed down into his hips, still slowly grinding away in small circles. Tetsu's face behind him is enough of a tell that his release had followed quickly behind, all three of them too drained to let anything out but heaving breaths.
Kirishima had little time to collect his breath, blinking blearily when he caught the exhausted form of his roommate beginning to collapse forward, and an unassuming Bakugo caught in the fall was instantly crushed between the two of them.
"Agghhh." All Kirishima could get out of his lungs when the weight of the two men practically buried him inside the folds of the couch.
"Fucking meathead, you're crushing me!" Bakugo croaked out, mouth shoved in the crook of Kirishima's neck.
Tetsu was quick to pull out, almost snapped out of a hypnosis, and nearly crashed into the corner of the couch. Bakugo unsteadily took his seat back on the coffee table, nude and completely lacking any shame.
"Which one of you bottoms?" Bakugo asked, breaking through the silence, expression drained of its typical hostility.
Tetsu and Kirishima looked at each other, brains still malfunctioning from their orgasms.
"Uh, depends," Kirishima answered sheepishly. "We usually switch."
"Mm," Bakugo hummed, studying both of them for a moment, then he pointed at Tetsu. "Next time you're in the middle."
All Kirishima can do is dumbly nod while Tetsu whispers out a "next time?" in a mix of disbelief and utter giddiness.
"Gonna shower." Bakugo said, standing and making no move to grab his clothes before disappearing.
Tetsu and Kirishima shared a look completely stupefied before breaking into a fit of quiet snickering at what just happened when Bakugo barked from the hallway.
"Oi! You two coming or what?!"
"Dude," Tetsu said, standing on wobbly legs. "Now way we're all going to fit."
The sound of the shower echoed in the hall, and both of their heads snapped in its direction, much like the mutts Bakugo had compared them to reacting to the sound of a bag full of kibble being shaken.
"Fuck it, we'll make it fit." Kirishima jumped up, not waiting for his friend to follow.