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Katsuki hadn’t expected their conversation to turn into a whole fucking confession, let alone the reason they were sitting on his old mentor’s couch ─ across from the man himself and his husband.
It started with a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ and some wine in the comfort of his and Izuku’s home. Katsuki had given his stupid boyfriend some harmless dares (eat a whole lemon without drinking water, do a handstand for twenty minutes, do squats with the entire couch on his shoulders). While cowardly, Katsuki opted for truths ─ something less draining so he could relax. But give it up to Izuku to know how to uproot his entire plan from the ground, as though he were a fucking constructive worker instead of a UA teacher.
“Do you have a crush on Edgeshot?”
“What?”
“Oh, come on! He’s hot. I can’t blame you. Besides,” an evil glint lit up behind those forest-green eyes as he smirked into his wineglass, “I see the way you look at him when you talk to him ─ about him ─ at any capacity. You’re like a kid receiving gifts on Christmas.”
Katsuki opened his mouth, then closed it back, frowning. “You’re such a fucking freak.”
“Your freak, love. If it was such a problem, why did you say yes when I asked you out?” Katsuki cut his attention over to the side before finding Izuku’s freckled face again. Why did he say yes? “You still haven’t answered the question, Kacchan. Do you have a crush on Edgeshot, yes or no?”
He scoffed.
Of course, Katsuki had a crush on Edgeshot, and a massive one, too. Unprovoked, the bastard had saved his life back at UA. Had taken him under his wing after he graduated from high school. And had spoken about Katsuki’s character at a press conference, raving about how he had tenacity and drive to be the Number 1 Hero. And outside his Hero costume, he was a big fucking nerd. His favorite American TV show was Star Wars, and he read shoujo manga in his free time. What could he say? Katsuki liked them incredibly dorky.
Oh, that’s why he said yes.
Still, he didn’t account for how the damn nerd would catch on. Did he really look at Edgeshot like he held the damn world in his hand? No. The press would’ve had a field day if they had gotten wind of Katsuki’s crush. He would’ve never lived it down. Instead, Izuku most likely watched street interview after street interview, replaying the videos back to when the sun caught his pupils to figure it out.
Freak. But as Izuku said, ‘his freak’. And he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t find his boyfriend’s creepy endeavors endearing.
“… so let me get this straight,” Best Jeanist started, “you two came all the way over here to kiss my husband?”
“Well, it was this, or ambushing him in the locker rooms at his agency,” Izuku said. Without looking, Katsuki whacked his arm. “I figured you would’ve appreciated this more.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes.
“Just letting you know, Sensei, I had no say in any of this,” Katsuki said.
Best Jeanist hummed, circling the rim of his teacup with a finger. The sport jacket he wore hid the bottom half of his face like his costume at work, but he looked … intrigued, and too fucking composed for Katsuki’s liking. The walls were closing in, and the light above was bright as fuck. The illumination reflected in the bay window to Katsuki’s right. His mentors’ street was empty tonight, save for a few cars parallel parked, and the moon was nowhere to be found. It was a pleasant night.
Ah … despite how Edgeshot was staring directly! At! Him! Now that Katsuki was aware of those eyes, Edgeshot’s glare felt heavy against his skin. Katsuki shifted his gaze back down, away from the window ─ to the tea sitting on the table that separated him and Edgeshot from each other. The other said nothing.
“So, Mr. Midoriya, Japan’s Golden Hero, who, apparently, can do no wrong. What do you get out of this? Did you also want to kiss my husband?” Best Jeanist continued. There was a challenge in his voice. Katsuki was used to the sternness in his mentor’s words when he was displeased with something. But there was something more in his tone. Something … intimate, almost. Private.
Izuku leaned into the couch, splaying his arms on the back of the furniture. He tossed a leg over his knee and bit his lip as he grinned.
“As I admitted to Kacchan earlier, you and Mr. Kamihara are hot in your own right.” Mr. Kamihara? What fucking alternative universe did Katsuki stumble onto? Izuku wiggled a finger between Best Jeanist and Edgeshot. “But you two are not my type, and my cock is reserved for one person and one person only. My motive is simple: I want to watch.”
Edgeshot burst into laughter. The noise was nice against Katsuki’s ears. A gift from heaven, not that he believed in such fallacies. But his mentor’s voice was beautiful, and heaven was known for its lush gardens, soft-skinned angels, and the famous golden gate. They had their similarities.
“I like your style, kid,” Edgeshot said. “You’re a little freak.”
“From you, that’s a high-level compliment,” Izuku teased.
“Of course it is! Not every day do I have someone ask me to kiss their boyfriend so they can watch. With age, there are many disadvantages. I thought I was losing my touch.” Edgeshot winked at Katsuki, and Katsuki’s heart sputtered in his chest like a car that needed gas. He swallowed to clear his throat. “So, how are we doing this?”
Three pairs of eyes stared a hole into his skin. Katsuki whipped his head between all three of them, as if they had lost their fucking minds. Why the fuck are they looking at him as if he had the answer? “Oh, hell no. This wasn’t my fucking plan. I was asked a question, called a pussy when I didn’t want to answer ─”
“Kacchan, holy shit, I did not call you that.”
“─ then I was told to get in the car when I finally said yes. You assholes are not having me arrange how I want to be tongue-fucked. This is already a humiliation ritual at best.”
Best Jeanist raised a brow, unimpressed. Katsuki usually tried not to use vulgar language around or at his old mentor. He wasn’t a fifteen, hot-headed teenager anymore. But given the circumstances, could you blame him for being on edge? Katsuki’s face felt too damn hot. On the corner of the table, there was a small chip on the surface. How did that get there?
“Fine. Let’s do this,” Best Jeanist said. Gently, he placed his saucer and teacup down on the table, then whipped his phone out of his back pocket. The illumination lit up his eyes when he turned the power on. “I will set a timer for one minute for Shin’ya and Bakugou. Once the timer is up, we will call it a night. And we will not talk about this ever again, as we are colleagues first and friends last. Any objections?”
Katsuki’s mouth opened. He should shut this down, tell Best Jeanist that Izuku was joking, and head home before this entered uncharted territory that he couldn’t escape from. He wasn’t going to actually kiss his mentor and make Izuku ─ his boyfriend, who he loved so fucking much ─ watch, was he? Was he going to be that selfish after everything he put Izuku through, especially post-Quirklessness in preschool? That was madness!
But as Izuku and Katsuki’s two mentors watched him ─ as Edgeshot’s dark gaze peered at him, waiting for his response, he could do nothing but hide his face in the neck of his long coat. And with great shame, a familiar passion emerged in the pit of his gut.
It wasn’t like Izuku to trust someone to touch him, let alone kiss him.
“N ─ no. I don’t have any objections,” Katsuki said. A consolatory hand wrapped around him and squeezed his side.
“Good. I would have hated to waste anyone’s time.” Something thudded against the table. “You two, switch places.”
The couch lifted under Katsuki, and after a moment, his body sank back down when someone else ─ a tad lighter than Izuku ─ sat next to him. Katsuki peeked one eye from under his jacket. And mischief danced behind soft, gray eyes, posed above a reassuring smile.
Within his hold, Katsuki clutched his coat tighter. But he lifted his face away from the fabric to give Edgeshot his attention. His senpai was so goddamn fonnnee. A rare specimen, made with intention like Izuku had been, with his diamond-shaped eyes, round face, and neatly trimmed pencil-stache. He was every gay man’s wet dream. Truthfully, Edgeshot should wear his mask less, and fewer clothes ─ for, uh, research purposes.
Yea ─ yeah.
“Are we ready to begin now?” Best Jeanist inquired. No one said anything. “Your time begins now.”
When Best Jeanist pressed the start button on his phone, the numbers jumped from one minute to fifty-nine seconds … fifty-eight … fifty-seven … fifty-six …
Hooking a finger under his chin, Edgeshot redirected Katsuki’s gaze back to him. He looked deeper into Katsuki’s soul, as though he wanted to dive into Katsuki’s eyes and fall forever, and he rubbed a finger along his bottom lip.
“Relax, Katsuki,” Edgeshot purred, leaning forward. “It’s just you and me right now. Nothing else matters in this moment. Do you trust me?”
It was such a simple question. But Katsuki’s brain sputtered like an offended man, and the words took a moment to wrap around Katsuki’s head. Closing his eyes, he nodded vigorously once the inquiry finally made sense.
“That’s a good boy,” Edgeshot muttered against his lips.
He shivered. “Thank you, Senpai.”
Katsuki’s eyes drooped open as his mouth parted. Edgeshot slipped between them easily, and a sudden warmth spread across Katsuki’s skin. The kiss was gentle, and the scent of homemade spearmint tea filled his tongue. Edgeshot’s lips were soft, like a love song written for a distant lover who had moved abroad. He was tentative and careful, pressing their lips together, as if watering a delicate plant. Cool breath from Edgeshot’s nose mingled with his.
Pulling back, Katsuki’s lids fluttered up at him.
“How was that, Katsuki?” Edgeshot asked in a low tone. He still had a finger under his chin.
Katsuki swallowed. “Go — good. Can we — can …?” His voice came out rough.
“Of course. Whatever you like. Tell me what I can do to make sure you’re pleased, pup.”
“Pup?” The word bounced lightly out of Katsuki’s mouth, and the mute taste lathered his tongue. He didn’t hate it. It was just new, that was all. Edgeshot watched him with deep appreciation ─ a sense of reverence. A way a mentor would look at a mentee. A different type of love than the one Izuku showed him when they kissed.
With Izuku, he looked at Katsuki as if he couldn’t believe he was real ─ as if Katsuki was a fantasy character that stepped out of the pages of a romantasy, as though every time they talked, kissed, or made love, he was falling in love over and over again. When Izuku looked at him, his basil-green eyes were always full of consistent devotion. Katsuki’s heart took a dive at the thought.
Knotting his fingers in the hair at Edgeshot’s nape, Katsuki pulled the man toward him and pressed his lips to his again. Their mouths collided like cars in a crash, moving in sync as their tongues slid past each other. Edgeshot’s fingers traced the outlines of his curves under his winter coat. He brushed over the old scars Katsuki had gained as a child soldier at UA. They were careful not to bump their teeth, unlike Izuku, who wouldn’t have cared if their first two columns took a pounding. Bastard was a masochist.
Drawing back, Edgeshot bit along Katsuki’s jaw, starting near his chin and moving up to his ear ─ tiny bites that felt like small fireworks, popping along his skin. Katsuki moaned and tilted his head back, granting Edgeshot permission to graze further down. Finding Katsuki’s Adam’s apple, Edgeshot gnawed the skin like a starving vampire. Katsuki whimpered.
Yeah, that was definitely going to leave a mark.
On the couch, Best Jeanist sat with his legs crossed, sipping his tea, his expression collected. Izuku, on the other hand, leaned forward, his eyes dark, with his hands clasped in front of his face. Lust swirled in those deep green optics, and jealousy pinched his brows together. Izuku was so beautiful when he was angry. Was there a kink for that? A kink where Katsuki got turned on when his boyfriend was upset? That was a sub/dom situation, wasn’t it? Did Katsuki want a brat/tamer type of relationship?
Oh, god. Was Katsuki, the Number 5 Hero … a brat?
Edgeshot licked up the crook of Katsuki’s neck before finding his ear.
“If you’re anything like Tsunagu, then I know this area is very sensitive,” Edgeshot whispered along the shell.
A deep fervor burned in the pit of Katsuki’s stomach like flames in a hearth. His hips buckled up to gain friction.
“Please, Senpai. I’ll do anything to feel you,” Katsuki whined.
“Anything? Are you sure?” Edgeshot’s teeth grabbed his ear, pulling slightly before letting go. “Tell me, Katsuki. Are you thinking about him while I’m kissing you all over?”
With wide eyes, Katsuki’s breath caught along his ribs. How did he …? “Uh, well, I ─”
A sharp ringing noise echoed through the apartment. Time was up. Squealing, Katsuki shoved Edgeshot aside before jumping to his feet. Silence fell over the room as Best Jeanist deactivated the alarm on the table.
“Kacchan, are you okay?” Izuku reached for him.
“YES! I’M FINE! I JUST ─” Katsuki’s face was hot. He cleared his throat. “I’m ─ I’m fine. Don’t worry about it, okay?”
Izuku looked unsure, but he didn’t push it ─ nor did he grab him, lest Katsuki explode the living room. He wouldn’t, but just in case …
“So, how was it? Was it everything you imagined?” Best Jeanist pondered, inclining back into his seat. He raised an eyebrow as he waited for an answer.
Katsuki scooted closer to Izuku. “Ye ─ yes, it was” ─ he cleared his throat again ─ “very good. Thank you for being so patient and understanding, Sensei, especially this late at night.”
“Anytime, Bakugou. Honestly, I’m surprised it took you so long to bring this up. We were aware of your crush back in your third year at UA.”
“What?”
With that, Best Jeanist turned his attention to Izuku. “I changed my mind. We should do this again, Hero Deku. I had … fun, and I’m sure from Shin’ya’s blissed out expression, he did, too.”
Edgeshot snickered. “Fuck you, too, Tsunagu. Of course, I would love to do this again. Katsuki’s lips are so soft ─ might be softer than yours, if I’m being honest.”
Best Jeanist scoffed, but there was a slight smile behind his eyes. “Don’t be crass, Shin’ya.”
“Please, Mr. Hakamada, when we’re like this after hours, call me Izuku. But yes, I agree. My Kacchan deserves everything he asks for.” With heart eyes, Izuku pulled Katsuki onto his lap and nuzzled his face into his neck, breathing in his scent. Katsuki melted in his hold. “You took him so well, Kacchan. I bet you could take his cock just as good. Would you like that? Would you like to take another Hero’s cock?”
“Would you talk me through it if I said yes?” Katsuki asked.
“Of course.”
“Okay.”
As long as Izuku was there, Katsuki didn’t mind. Pulling back, Katsuki bit his lower lip and nodded. There wasn’t any judgment in Izuku’s gaze, just a deep longing.
“Okay, then it’s settled.”
Afterwards, Best Jeanist cooked something simple. They ate in the diner hall and chatted for a while longer, laughing at jokes Edgeshot or Izuku made like stand-up comedians, until both parties called it a night. Outside of Best Jeanist’s house, Izuku stood one step below Katsuki, tucking Katsuki’s scarf into the jacket he wore. The night air brushed Katsuki’s nose, and he shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Kacchan?”
“What, nerd?”
“Do you like being called pup? Should we incorporate that into our sex life, too?”
Katsuki gritted his teeth. “SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I RIP YOUR DICK OFF YOUR BODY!”
And Izuku’s laughter carried through the empty street.