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It had been a few months since Izuku graduated and he had already discovered that being an adult wasn’t all it was made out to be. Hunting for an apartment had been exhausting but he wasn’t prepared to let his mother see just how fucked up a pro could get on the job. That just wasn’t fair on Inko at all. It was one thing to know it happened, but she didn’t need to see the damage with her own eyes, she’d been through it enough while he was at school and it was only likely to get worse once he started working. His flat was a measly one room affair with traditional tatami flooring and not much else. All he had was a futon, a kotatsu and a few storage boxes. Inko had graciously stocked his cupboards with shelf stable foods so he could focus his strained budget on perishable goods. He’d picked up tips on frugality from Ochako over the years though, so he thought he had a good handle on it for the time being.
The starting a business side of being an adult was even more daunting. There was paperwork galore. Izuku had never thought he’d open his own agency right out of school but in the end it felt like the best choice, hero society in general was struggling and he believed a fresh start would be best. If he associated himself with an older professional who the general public felt had let them down, Endeavour for example, he speculated that it would make it harder to gain approval. A few of his classmates agreed, and the rest was history. Shouto, Kyoka and surprisingly Katsuki all volunteered to work with him on the project. Todoroki’s involvement didn’t come as much of a shock to anyone, least of all Izuku, family relations had improved since he had first met the quiet boy, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be associated with Enji professionally. What surprised him the most was Kacchan. The teachers of UA had urged them to partner up for the better part of second and third year, and the blonde had spent most of the time rebutting the efforts. He wanted to be the best on his own merits, and nobody else’s. That was fine, Izuku had long accepted that would be the case but he’d shown up at Deku’s apartment one day with a laptop and his inscrutable anger and started searching for suitable buildings for the agency. He never said it in words, but Midoriya supposed that was just what he was like.
It was kind of nice having Kacchan on board. Their relationship had improved massively since their first year of high school, and it was exciting to be working with his friends.
Eventually, after some real digging, they found a place. It was run down, the air conditioning needed replacing and possibly some of the wiring too. The bathroom situation was less than ideal, it had a cramped shared shower space and a teeny area they could maybe hide some lockers in. They had debated about it for what seemed like an age. On the one hand they hadn’t wanted it to slip through the cracks because many of their classmates who had gone to established agencies were already out there being heroes, but it was in such a state of disrepair that they would have to do work on it before it opened. After weighing up the pros and cons, they decided to just grab the opportunity and run with it. The fear that they would be waiting just as long or longer for a nicer property lingered in the back of their minds, and their restlessness grew until they couldn’t handle it any more.
And then came the hassle of figuring out if they could handle the repairs themselves or if it was just better to get contractors in. Favours had been called in, and some of the work had been graciously undertaken by Mei, but there were things even she hadn’t anticipated, and she had her own job to do.
The hard graft had paid off though, they were at the final few hurdles, it looked like they’d be open in a matter of weeks if not days and everyone felt invigorated. It was a Friday night, they’d spent a few days shifting furniture around and were ready to relax. Despite Deku’s lack of anything remotely comfortable, his apartment was chosen for the meeting place. There wasn’t much else they could do.
“Sweet, you got booze,” Jirou said as soon as she arrived.
“Yeah, its amazing what some people are willing to do for a couple of photos,” Izuku chuckled as he gestured to his living space. “Make yourself at home.”
“Oh, I will,” she smirked and snagged a bottle of something sweet and fruity,
“What the hell was that about photos?” Kacchan’s familiar voice growled out as he let himself into the apartment without a care in the world.
Izuku scoffed and set some food on the kotatsu.
“Nothing major, friend of mine in Nighteye’s agency agreed to buy it for me,” he explained after a moment of consideration.
“Which friend was it? Big Dick-senpai or the enby one that’ll get on their knees if you breathe in their general direction?” Kyoka teased.
Katsuki looked around so fast he thought he got whiplash. Izuku was absolutely mortified, and gave her a reproachful stare. It only caused more laughter.
“Uh, Miko, if you must know,” he responded after a moment. It was probably just easier to answer the question.
Katsuki couldn’t help but stare. He was so sure that the nerd was basically a eunuch but that wasn’t the case apparently. All of a sudden it seemed to put things in perspective. Maybe it was time to stop dancing around things and actually address his secret crush? He shook himself quietly and huffed into the beer can he’d snagged. Not likely.
“Miko is cute though. What’d they want?”
“Uh, no comment,” Izuku answered sheepisbly.
Thankfully he was saved from any further embarrassment by a knock at the door. He dragged Shouto into the apartment and saved himself from further interrogation, for the meantime anyway. Izuku was almost certain the conversation wasn’t truly over. Bakugo wasn’t sure what to make of the exchange, He just stared shrewdly and sipped on his drink.
As the evening drew on, he didn’t say much. Katsuki observed the others chatting away, eating and drinking freely. It was calmer than a night with the self-proclaimed Bakusquad would’ve been, and he was kind of glad about that. He valued his friends, but they were a bit much for him sometimes. Izuku;s usually manic energy petered out until he fell silent, absorbed in something on his phone. The blond didn’t intend to snoop, but when he reached for something, he couldn’t help but get an eyeful of the exchange playing out on the other’s screen. What really captured his attention, was the photo that lingered at the top of the chat. It was Deku, that was for sure, but he was different somehow.
He’d changed a lot over the years at UA, his hair had grown out a little, and was styled in a fashionable undercut which the boy frequently wore in a bun to keep it out of his eyes, and he’d grown both taller and broader. In all honesty, he’d outpaced Katsuki. The blond couldn’t find it in him to be mad about the development though, the nerd needed the power, he needed to remain manoeuvrable. But his hair was down in the photo, his bright green eyes were half-lidded and he was topless. That would’ve been fine, Katsuki had seen him in various states of undress over the years, but this was a whole different ball game. A breathless moan escaped him as he took it all in. Being suddenly presented with Midoriya’s sexuality was a shock. He had no business being that fucking hot, Bakugo grumbled internally. He was wearing low-slung wet look shorts, suspenders, stockings and boots, and it was possibly the sexiest thing Katsuki had ever seen in his life. The sheer fabric of the stockings was stretched taut over his muscular thighs, and a riding crop completed the ensemble. Katsuki swallowed nervously when he noticed the little sliver of pink teasing the leather of the crop.
“Uh… Kacchan?” Izuku stammered as he suddenly realised the blond had seen everything. “S-sorry, I’ll just…”
Izuku switched his screen off and placed his phone on the table, face down. When he glanced back at Katsuki, he saw the boy was flushed, and teased his lip between his teeth. Kyoka and Shouto stayed still as statues, they hardly dared to breathe out of fear of spooking either of the boys. Izuku’s eyes flickered down and… oh. Oh! Katsuki looked away and turned his body minutely to hide the burgeoning chub.
Izuku smirked and shifted up onto his knees. Bakugo tried to hide the shudder that ripped through him at the feeling of the green haired boy’s breath on his ear.
“I was gonna invite Miko-chan over and absolutely rail ‘em, but why bother when I’ve got such a pretty boy right here in my apartment already?” He all but purred and draped himself over Katsuki’s back. “Miko is so well behaved though, I don’t think you have it in you to be good.”
Katsuki hated his own body all of a sudden. He felt far too warm, his pants were too tight, Izuku’s weight against his back was too nice. Stricken, he glanced at their companions but they hardly seemed surprised or even bothered by Izuku’s brashness. His cheeks only reddened further at the sensation of teeth on his neck. It was amazing. But nowhere what he imagined the moment to be like in his head. Whenever he thought about approaching Deku, they were alone for starters, and not under the influence. Not that either of them were truly drunk, they hadn’t consumed enough for that.
“I can behave!” Katsuki barked after a moment, when what had been said actually caught up with him.
“No way, you’re fucking feral Kacchan. You’d be the worst sub ever,” Deku teased.
Katsuki bristled.
“I think its time for us to go,” Todoroki declared suddenly and knocked back the rest of his drink. “Come on Kyoka, I’ll walk you home.”
“Try not to kill each other,” Jirou exclaimed gleefully as she and Shouto escaped the flat.
And then they were alone.
“I’m good at everything!” Katsuki informed the other with a huff. “I’d be the best sub you’ve ever seen!”
“That so?” Izuku challenged as his hand crept down Katsuki’s abdomen. He could feel the muscles flutter beneath his fingertips, and was honestly intrigued. The possibility of getting Kacchan into bed had never really crossed his mind before. The blond was literally sex on two legs but never seemed interested in romance. “You wanna prove me wrong?”
“Fuck yeah,” he responded without a moment’s hesitation. Katsuki was a complete novice in the bedroom, but he didn’t care. Izuku consistently saw him at his lowest, and at his highest. He knew he was safe with the man he tentatively called his best friend.
“Then put your hands on the kotatsu and don’t move them until I say so,” Izuku instructed firmly. “If you obey me the whole evening, I’ll be your personal whore for a month. How’s that sound?”
“Better be prepared to lose, shitty nerd,” Bakugo retorted confidently as he set his palms on the table.
“And you better be prepared to eat your words.”
Izuku cleared off the kotatsu and then positioned himself on opposite Kacchan with a box of goodies off to the side. He honestly wasn’t sure if the blonde would be able to handle being a sub on the first go, sure he was naturally gifted at many things, but patience wasn’t one of those things, especially where Izuku and emotions were concerned. Suddenly seeing the green haired man in anything other than a platonic light had seemed to be a shock to the system. There was also the question of how hard to actually push. Bakugo likely wouldn’t appreciate what he felt was an easy win, but at the same time if he didn’t enjoy being submissive and found it humiliating then Deku’s chances of making a regular thing out of this little tryst would be dashed before it’d even really begun. He was thankful that he was so familiar with Kacchan’s mannerisms.
Katsuki huffed impatiently but remained still. He had no idea what made Deku hesitate, but he was frustrated with the lull. It gave him room to think, to consider whether he was being played or whether Izuku truly wanted to sleep with him. The niggling doubt in the back of his mind almost made him remove his hands from the kotatsu but he held firm. He looked up when he heard something being put on the table and discovered a pair of black leather combat boots, similar to the kind he himself wore. They looked to be in pristine condition, and Bakugo’s curiosity piqued.
Before his eyes Izuku stepped up onto the table and grinned down at him. Deku picked at his bun and let his hair cascade around his face, even fluffier than usual from being tied up. Effortlessly, he pulled his tee over his head and pushed his sweatpants down. Katsuki groaned. Beneath his regular clothing was the sexy getup he’d worn in the photo, and the knowledge that he’d just casually sat around drinking with his friend while Deku had been hiding that from them was maddeningly hot. Kacchan’s fingers twitched as he tried to keep himself in check.
Deku didn’t bother lacing the boots up, he’d have to take them off soon enough, it wasn’t like he could wander around on the tatami flooring with shoes on.
“Kiss my boots,” he commanded simply.
“What?”
“Did I fucking stutter, Kacchan? Kiss my boots.” Katsuki dithered for a second too long and Izuku jumped on the chance to berate him. “What’s with the delay? I thought you said you’d be the best sub ever? Miko would’ve already kissed my boots by now and begged for more. So disappointing. I guess you really don’t have what it takes, I was so hopeful too, since you’re good at everything.”
Katsuki was surprisingly crestfallen. He had no idea why Izuku being disappointed in him made him feel weird and bad but it did, he wanted to put things right and not have the other upset with him.
“Fine, holy fuck, I’ll kiss your fucking boots, stop bitching at me jeez,” he snapped in a vague attempt to hide the odd feelings of inferiority that were bubbling up inside of him. If Miko was such a good sub why had Deku settled for him? For all of is bravado, the green haired boy was probably right. Katsuki was feral and ill suited to being submissive.
“You’ve got a shitty attitude Kacchan. You’ll never make a good sub like that. Maybe I’ll have to address that. Can’t let you think you’re the boss around here. Not tonight anyway. From now on you will address me as Sir, got it?”
“Bite me,” Katsuki growled as he inched closer to Izuku’s boots.
“Would you like it if I bit you, Kacchan? What if I roughed you up and made you bruise and bleed? Think that’d get you going?”
“Anyone that gets turned on by being beaten is fucking weird,” the blonde asserted confidently as he pressed his lips to the shiny black leather in front of him. Izuku had to know exactly what would piss him off the most right? Why did he even need to do this? Why did he even want to do it?
“I think you’ll find you’re plenty weird babe,” Izuku teased.
Katsuki stilled, hunched over Deku’s boot. When had the little shit gotten so confident? Sure, he had matured during his time at UA and was no longer as twitchy as he’d been when he started, but this kind of self-assuredness was… almost out of character. Then again, if he did this kind of thing regularly with Miko, maybe that would explain it? After a moment his brain actually caught up with what Deku had said. Had the green haired boy really just called him babe?
“Now, here’s how it’s going to go; I think you’ve been so poorly behaved that you need punishing. So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to beat your ass until you cry and beg for mercy. And maybe then, if you’re real lucky, I’ll rail you so good you won’t want anyone else. I’m going to ruin you, Kacchan, and you’re going to love every second. You say red if you want me to stop, yellow if you need a break. You say anything else and I won’t stop. Got it?”
Izuku could see the way Kacchan’s eyes dilated. Even if he wasn’t fully aware of it, that little spiel did things to him and Midoriya could sense it.
“Yes Sir,” the blonde replied before he even thought about being disobedient. How could he possibly admit that he’d never wanted anyone else? Deku’s words washed over him like the tide, enveloped him and surrounded him until he was positive that the other really was going to ruin him. He wanted him to. Needed him to even.
Before his eyes, Izuku sank down until he was sitting on the edge of the table, and pressed the sole of his boot into Katsuku’s crotch. The pressure on his cock was uncomfortable, harder than he would’ve liked and in an instant he felt like he was an inch tall, about to be crushed under the foot of a giant. He shivered at the feeling. It bordered on being too much, but he squashed it down. It was a dangerous sensation, one that he wasn’t quite sure about but he decided to put up with it for the moment.
Izuku could see that Katsuki wasn’t sure about the move, and didn’t want to push too far on the very first go. Sure, he was trying to break the blonde’s resolve but it was meant to be in a pleasant way. He gripped Katsuki’s chin and lifted it so they were eye to eye.
“I had a better idea,” he purred and hopped back up. “Watch me. Don’t move, don’t touch yourself. Do exactly as I say and I’ll reward you. Got it?”
“Yes Sir…”
Izuku reached for his box and set it on the table in front of Katsuki. The blonde’s eyes widened at the array of toys inside, tools for implementing pain and pleasure in equal measures. Once again he was struck with the notion that he barely knew anything about Izuku, even if he admired his fellow hero from afar. He suddenly wondered if he wasn’t privy to this side of Izuku under normal circumstances for any particular reason, because Jirou seemed to know enough about it to know the names of Deku’s other partners, and yet he didn’t. Or did he?
“Pick a dildo for me babe,” Deku drawled.
Katsuki’s brain came to a screeching halt. What was he supposed to do? Carefully, he peered into the box and looked at his options. He couldn’t work out the right answer. If he chose one that was too small Izuku would probably be annoyed with him, but on the other hand he’d never used more than his own fingers and-
“Just pick one Kacchan, I promise there’s no wrong answer. I’m gonna make you watch me fuck myself with it. Unable to move, unable to touch, just sit there.” Izuku abruptly informed him.
Deku had been able to sense Bakugo’s rapidly spiralling thoughts. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to the way the other’s brain worked after all. Many people just assumed there wasn’t a whole lot going on upstairs but Izuku knew otherwise. The explosive boy was always thinking and analysing, just as much as he was, though he was less open about it. One look at his school performance ought to have informed anyone of that fact.
“Oh… uh…” Katsuki looked over the toys once again. A wicked idea came to mind and he grinned a little. If he wasn’t the one taking it then the biggest made sense. “The black one, Sir.”
Izuku held back a moan. As of yet, he hadn’t even managed that one in his solo adventures. Privately, he thought that he should’ve excluded that one from the running, he should’ve known that Kacchan would go for that one simply to torture him.
“What’s the matter? Can’t manage it?” Bakugo teased, that awful knowing smirk on his lips.
Izuku would show him, he decided.
“Of course I can. I can go bigger than that if I want,” he lied through his teeth.
Deku knew there was no backing out now. He slipped his boots off once again and grabbed a bottle of lube from the box.
“If you do anything you’re not supposed to, I’ll punish you, got it?” He almost snapped. Kacchan was trying to push his buttons, just as he himself was poking at the blonde’s. It was a dangerous game that had ended badly in the past but surely it wouldn’t be all bad this time?
“I’d like to see you try with a fucking monster dildo shoved inside your ass,” Katsuki cackled.
Midoriya rolled his eyes and whipped around to face the blonde.
“I thought I told you to address me as sir? You’re so fucking impertinent, a fucking brat.” Casually he grabbed the blonde’s jaw again and leaned in close to his ear. “I’ve fought major battles with a similar one inside me before, you don’t know shit about me Kacchan.”
Bakugo shivered uncontrollably at the tone. Midoriya’s voice was dark and infuriated, it promised pain and misfortune if he continued on his current path.
“Wait, really?” He asked before he could stop it.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The other seemed to be stuck on the idea and struggling to process it, so he thought he’d leave him to it for a moment. He handed the toy to Bakugo along with the lube. “Get it ready for me,” Deku instructed.
He caught Kacchan’s eye and thrust two of his fingers into his mouth with a devilish smirk. He was going to tease the blonde into submission one way or another, and he suspected Katsuki wouldn’t even realise it was happening until it was far too late. As he lathed his fingers in saliva, he pushed the shorts off his muscular legs with a sway of his hips that Bakugo was unable to look away from. He made sure his fingers were nice and slick and sank down onto his knees. The green haired boy wasn’t even sure if Katsuki had been with anyone before so he wanted to make the whole event something memorable, not some drunken fumbling in the dark. He’d waited a long time for Kacchan to be ready for something like this, without even a hint that it was a possibility.
“Put your hands on the kotatsu and don’t move them unless I tell you to.”
Katsuki obliged, jaw slack as the green haired man settled into position once more and effortlessly parted his legs. The Deku of his dreams was always shy and bashful, reluctant either, but this was different to anything he’d ever imagined before.
“Do you know how many times I’ve done this thinking about you?” Izuku breathed as he pushed his middle and ring finger into his hole with very little effort. He was horny and high on Katsuki’s attention, even if the circumstances were different than what he’d thought of before. It was no less amazing, if a bit unorthodox. His legs trembled at the pleasure and fullness that warmed his core. His whole body throbbed with need.
“Me?” Katsuki asked after a moment, when he caught up with what was actually said.
“Yeah, you.” He worked quickly, reducing himself to a shuddering, gasping mess in mere minutes. He knew he needed to take that monster dildo seriously. Honestly, he could’ve done with a warm up but he thought he’d be able to manage, especially with those heated crimson eyes on his skin.
“O-oh…” Bakugo mumbled, unable to look away from the sight before him. Why hadn’t they done this sooner in that case? He wondered bitterly. As much as he hissed and protested, he was more aroused than he’d ever been before and was seriously fighting with the urge to just launch himself at his partner and take over. Because who wouldn’t want Deku as their personal sex slave for a whole month? A fucking idiot. “I… thought you wouldn’t be interested because of… before.”
Izuku’s heart almost skipped a beat at the soft admission. The rare moment of vulnerability was perhaps more intimate than anything else. His brows creased in concentration as he worked a third and fourth finger in and flexed them wide. The stretch was borderline painful, just on the cusp of being too much, but he didn’t want to get too lost and not address Kacchan’s concerns.
“I thought the same. I mean… I thought you wouldn’t be interested in anyone. You… uh… doing alright?” He checked in, realising it all might be too much.
“Yeah… fine,” Katsuki responded, the colours forgotten as he felt closer to his best friend than ever.
Katsuki laid his hands on Izuku’s thighs without a second thought and kneaded them gently, enraptured by the performance. He completely forgot about his orders, lost in the moment. He startled when something wrapped around his wrists suddenly and pulled them behind his back.
“Told you I’d punish you,” Izuku huffed out, two inky strands of Blackwhip clutched in his left hand. “Now you can’t touch.”
Katsuki legitimately pouted. The green haired boy was correct, there was no way to break free other than to hope he was released or the other’s attention wavered for long enough to wriggle out of the bindings. The blonde would have been lying if he said he hadn’t thought about Blackwhip like that before though.
Izuku pulled his fingers free and groaned low in his throat at the emptiness that seemed to chill him. He fought the urge to clench up in front of Kacchan just for show, and instead shifted up onto his knees effortlessly and stuck the behemoth cock to the table with its suction cup. He positioned himself over it under Kacchan’s watchful gaze and lowered himself down, rolling his hips in a circle to tease at his rim with the giant toy. Deku took a breath to steel himself and leaned in close to Bakugo’s ear, intending to moan and whine directly into his ear. It was evil, but he never claimed to be nice in the bedroom.
Inch by inch he descended on the goliath cock, his body trembling with the effort in short order.
Katsuki was convinced he was going to go crazy listening to Deku. His scalding hot breath fanned over his cheek and ear as the other struggled to take the dildo. He wasn’t sure if he should say something. Had he been lying earlier? Bakugo had always believed Deku was a terrible liar but it seemed he’d improved somewhat since their childhood. Heavy arms settled on his shoulders and one hand fisted in the fabric of Katsuki’s shirt.
“Oh fuck, Kacchan it’s so big, why the fuck did you pick this one?!” Izuku huffed, strained and breathless. He wasn’t sure if he was actually enjoying the size or not.
“Because I wanted to see you fail at bossing me around, and I wanted to see you take it like a slut.” Katsuki responded simply and truthfully. He nuzzled into Izuku’s neck and nibbled at the slick skin.
“You’re an asshole,” Izuku growled out, his determination suddenly renewed. He’d take it just to one up the blonde. “I thought I told you to call me Sir.”
He couldn’t ignore it any longer. Izuku paused his descent for a moment to split one of the tendrils and send it snaking up Katsuki’s body until he could wrap it around the blonde’s mouth and gag him. The surprised expression that flitted across his face was worth it, Deku decided with a grin.
“Click your fingers instead of saying red, yeah?”
Katsuki nodded, dumbfounded by the development. He’d thought Izuku’s control was dwindling, but apparently it wasn’t. Maybe it wouldn’t be as easy to get him to fail as he’d thought. He whined softly, achingly hard and still fully clothed. What was the green haired boy actually planning on doing with him? Was he just going to tease him like that and then shove him out the door? Was it some kind of karmic retribution for being an asshole? Bakugo didn’t honestly believe that Midoriya could be that petty, but wonders would never cease. Before his thoughts could run away from him, Deku leaned back on the table and spread his knees further as he bottomed out. It was at that moment that Katsuki realised all the fucked out expressions he’d seen in various porn videos didn’t compare to the real thing. The fact that Deku still had an iota of control was astounding.
“I’ll show you what it feels like to be a slut,” Izuku purred and fisted his hand in Bakugo’s spiky golden locks.
There was a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that was hard to ignore, and Katsuki had a feeling he knew where it was going. He offered little resistance as his face was shoved down and the slick head of Deku’s cock bumped against his lips. He wasn’t exactly in a position to tell the other that he’d never done it before, but he had the vaguest inkling that Midoriya knew. Katsuki opened his mouth unceremoniously and groaned as he was pushed down until he gagged.
“What’s this, the mighty Kacchan isn’t a natural at giving head?” Izuku crooned above him and worked on setting a rhythm that was acceptable to both of them.
On the one hand he didn’t want to choke Kacchan out, at least not until he gauged his reaction to it, but he also wanted the blonde to feel defiled and violated, within the realms of safety. Katsuki appreciated the opportunity to learn how to breathe while his mouth was stuffed full, and at least start to get a handle on his gag reflex. He lost himself in the moment, pleasuring Izuku without complaint finally, relaxing into his role as a sub. It felt… okay to accept it. He felt safe, even though their banter consisted of petty name calling, he knew it was all insignificant. When it came down to it they had each other’s backs. Bakugo knew that he could experience whatever they did without concern for being belittled.
After some time, he became aware of little zips of pleasure firing off all over his body. It was hard to place exactly what was causing it at first, but when he concentrated on it, he felt the hum of Blackwhip against his skin. His hips jerked as the lacy strands criss-crossed across his body and brushed over his nipples.
“Mmm, that’s it. You like that, yeah? Feels good to just sit there and take it all?” Deku gasped.
The green haired boy was nearing the limits of his sanity and patience. At that point he seriously considered whether their bet was even worth torturing himself for at that point or if they were both ready to call it quits and just fuck already. Deep down that was what he wanted to do, but he knew Kacchan would hold him to it. Despite that, he still had the wherewithal to send tiny shocks through the threads of Blackwhip as he slowly bound Kacchan in a manner similar to shibari. Soon enough the onyx wisps slipped under the waistband of Bakugo’s jeans and underwear and wrapped around his shaft tightly. The zaps continued, and soon enough he was a drooling wreck, barely able to keep up. The pleasure almost felt like an attack from all angles as the tendrils slithered up to the tip of his cock and even inside. Katsuki would’ve liked to have said he kept his cool, but he did not. He squirmed and writhed at the onslaught, barely able to think at all as everything overwhelmed him all at once. He was inexperienced, and it showed.
Without warning, the maelstrom of pleasure stopped, just as he was on the brink of climax, his body taut and shuddering. Without thinking he tore at his bindings and swatted at Deku’s hands.
“What the fuck was that you piece of shit?” He rasped furiously, tears welling unbidden as his chest heaved. “I was so fucking close!”
Izuku observed his partner for a moment, trying to figure out if he had pushed Bakugo past his limit or if he’d just forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“Yeah, edging is a pretty common practice. Sorry, I should’ve asked, it can be pretty intense,” he apologised calmly. “Colour?”
“What?”
“Do you want to continue?” Deku rephrased.
“I…” Katsuki didn’t know what to say.
Izuku watched closely and softened slightly. He released the various strands of Blackwhip and stood up shakily. His knees almost knocked together as he made his way to the futon and beckoned for Katsuki to follow. The emptiness was awful.
“Lay down on the futon,” he instructed softly, the authoritative edge gone.
Katsuki did as he was told, and could barely take his eyes off Izuku as he wobbled closer. The green haired man straddled his hips and gently ran his hand under Katsuki’s shirt to remove it. The lull in intensity let him think things through, and after a moment, he nodded.
“Yeah. I’m good,” he realised.
“Yeah? Okay,” Izuku nodded and got to work on unbuttoning Kacchan’s jeans.
Soon enough the blonde was bare beneath him and Izuku doused his length in lube. As he sank down on Katsuki’s cock without ceremony, he began to truss Bakugo up with Blackwhip once more. Katsuki gawked at Midoriya as he rolled his hips and threw his head back in sheer ecstasy. The real thing was always better than any imitation. He ran a hand through his sweat soaked curls and looked down at Kacchan lustfully.
Suddenly, Katsuki planted his feet and shifted them until he was knealt between Izuku’s thighs. He yelped as the jolts of electricity intensified at Deku’s shock, and his muscles quivered. The blonde planted his elbows either side of Midoriya’s face and leaned down to kiss him as he hammered into him. Izuku wanted to crow at making the blonde snap, but that could wait. He wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s shoulders and held on for dear life as the explosive boy found his footing. It took a moment, but soon enough Izuku was all but seeing stars as he clung to the other.
Katsuki had never felt closer to anyone, and didn’t know if he could relinquish the feeling when all was said and done. In that moment all he cared about was reaching that completion that had been denied minutes ago.
“You’re fucking rabid,” Deku groaned against his lips, but the green haired man didn’t care in the slightest. He nipped at Kacchan’s lips and whined as he was brutally pounded into the mattress,
They were both on edge, so close and so tense it felt like something was about to shatter. Their hands were rough and unrelenting, scratching and bruising as they moved together. All too soon, it was over, Deku arched up beneath Katsuki, his nails biting and with a muffled cry that was swallowed up by the blonde as he followed.
They laid together, panting harshly as they revelled in the bliss, melting into the futon.
“I won,” Deku chirped after a moment.
“Fuck off.”