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Todoroki and Bakugou stop in front of the old gate, staring at it. Each have their own reasons for going quiet; like always, Katsuki can"t tell what is going through the other"s mind; his face a blank paper, scratched underneath his left eye.
The house reminds him of old clan houses, in its traditional Japanese style. He can"t see from their current position if it has many different wings, but he guesses as much, from the twisting walls branching deeper on the estate. Big trees are scattered throughout the premise, shading the open spaces between the various sections of the two-story complex.
"So this is where you live, Half n" Half?"
Todoroki slides his gaze to him, two different-colored stones staring at him coolly. Distant. Katsuki feels his hands itching with an unnamable tug. Make him smile, cry, scream, anything.
"Yes. It’s nothing special, though."
Katsuki snorts. "Nothing special? I don"t know under which rock you lived your life but most of us don"t live in a fucking Edo period house replica."
Todoroki averts his eyes. "…It"s not a replica," He confesses quietly.
Katsuki shakes his head, a lazy grin spreading on his face. "Fucking figured," he kicks at a pebble, hitting the gate.
Todoroki sighs, only slightly irritated.
"Let"s go. If we"re quick maybe we’ll avoid my shitty old man."
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Katsuki didn"t expect to actually get a positive answer from the odd boy when he suggested, in a roundabout way, that they do the school project at his house. He was mostly humoring himself; it was a known fact nobody has ever been to the infamous Todoroki household. Todoroki didn"t talk about his family, end of story. Not even shitty Deku could get much information out of him, no matter how many gentle smiles filled with irritating sympathy he turned his way.
They were paired by chance, one Katsuki couldn"t really complain about, even if he did scowl. The thing is, he hadn"t particularly hated Todoroki. Shitty Hair once called him out, pointing to the fact it took The Squad endless months of pestering him on a daily basis for him to put up with them, and how it only took Todoroki a couple of study sessions in the library for Katsuki to tolerate him.
Kirishima had the audacity to suggest Katsuki felt something about Todoroki. Needless to say, Katsuki kicked his ass and removed himself from the improvised tutoring positon he took upon himself at the time (to make sure the idiots he was surrounded by wouldn"t completely fail the end of the year exams). It took Kirishima three days of begging, two rounds of sweets from Katsuki"s favorite bakery and endless puppy-eyes to get him back.
Anyways, the point was he didn"t hate Todoroki. He"d never tell the others, but he had an inkling. He wouldn"t know what to name that feeling, though. It wasn"t all due to his looks, though Katsuki wasn"t fucking stupid, he had eyes; he knew Todoroki was attractive. He saw him shirtless enough times in the locker room post-P.E to know the gentle curves of his toned muscles, powerful underneath his milky-white skin. He had to admit, the I don"t give a shit about anything attitude sat well with Katsuki. It made him bubble with a need to ignite something, raise some emotions from the depths of Todoroki"s soul to the plains of his face.
They started working on the joint project in the school"s library, none of them too keen on bringing the other to their respective homes. It was one thing for Katsuki to tolerate the guy; it was another thing to bring him to his house, where his demon mother would lurk behind the front door and do everything in her sinister power to humiliate and annoy her only child. They were definitely not at that point, if they"d ever even get there.
He didn"t push Todoroki about his own home. It was obvious from the sour face he could barely hide at the mention of his dad"s name that there was some beef going on, but Katsuki couldn"t give a shit. He was there to study, not to be all buddy-buddy with the aloof ice-prince and talk about his damn feelings concerning his old man.
Todoroki Enji was the head of Endeavor corp., a powerful law firm. His name was mentioned a few times in History class, with regard to famous legal cases that made it to national news and had an impact on the course of Japanese politics. He was a commanding presence, awfully smart and intimidating.
Katsuki couldn"t know what Todoroki had against his father, but he couldn"t imagine what it was like growing up with that particular father figure. Whenever the man was interviewed on the news he looked about ready to crush everyone around him, eyes burning with innate rage.
The library it was, then.
Its silence was civil, each of them working on their own part, only sometimes exchanging a few words to ask or clear something up. It was sufficient. Katsuki would even dare say it was nice , considering the ruckus his rowdy bunch usually created.
But then the library had closed due to some changes they had to perform in the cataloguing system. Todoroki immediately suggested Katsuki"s house, but the other teen had to decline. As it was, his parents decided it was a great time to renovate, starting with Katsuki"s room. He"s been sleeping on the couch for the last two days; there were people milling around the house, breaking walls, sawing, banging, making so much damn noise.
He could see the slight apprehension in Todoroki"s eyes.
"Listen, Candy Cane, I don"t care where but let"s finish this fucking thing already, alright? It"s probably going to take us one afternoon and we’ll be done."
It wasn"t supposed to be encouraging, they both knew that. It was stating a fact. If it helped calm some inner, hidden turmoil Todoroki struggled with, so be it. He probably figured that whatever atrociousness would occur, at least it would be a one time thing for Katsuki, and then he would never have to speak to him again. The thought of Todoroki bleeding out of his life in a slow dribble, as mutely as he entered it, didn"t bode well with him. In fact it settled in his gut, heavy and unwelcome.
Whatever. He"d deal with the consequences when they arrive.
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The interior of the Todoroki household doesn"t hold any surprises. True to its exterior, the inside includes tatami flooring, low tables and fusuma doors. It is spacious, but it doesn"t hold any warmth, nothing too personal. It doesn"t really feel lived-in. The quiet stretches between them, encompassing.
"It seems we"re alone right now, but I think it would be better for us to study in my room. Would you like anything to drink? Eat?" Todoroki turns to him after scanning the room quickly. Katsuki can sense the calculations going on in his head, rather than see it on Todoroki"s face. The man is truly an artist in hiding emotions.
"Nah, let"s start this shit," he leaves his shoes at the genkan and heads after Todoroki.
His room is located at the left wing of the complex, on the second floor. It has the same listless, lethargic air like the rest of the house; plain walls, plain decoration…if the simplified elements in it could even be called that. There are shelves lined with books of various kinds, a table, a futon bed.
"You can get comfortable, I"m going to find something to drink," Todoroki declares and retreats, leaving the door to his room open.
Katsuki feels like he walked into a maze, one he can"t decipher. The house, the room – everything is an extension of Todoroki"s perfectly blank mask. He has this uncomfortable thought, that even if he tears the mask off, rips the paper covering the walls, nothing would lay underneath.
Will he get caught in this maze too, if he stays long enough?
Does he want to?
He sighs. Now"s not the time to wax poetic shit.
In the time it takes Todoroki to get his drink, Katsuki spots one crack in the smooth surface. A small family picture, framed in a simple manner, standing innocently on a small chest next to his futon.
Todoroki is young. He looks to be about seven years old, scar already in place. To his left stands a girl with glasses, her hair Trademark Todoroki – white with flicks of red. She looks a bit older than him, and like the young version of Todoroki that stares back at him, she"s smiling. Katsuki heard of her, if he remembers correctly; not out of Todoroki"s own volition, of course. During one of their study sessions she came to pick up her brother, taking them grocery shopping or something else – he can"t care to remember right now. At the time, he did notice the way her eyes scanned over him, lightning quick and witty. She wasn"t intimidating physically but he could tell she was smart, and cared for her little brother.
Todoroki never mentioned any other siblings, but to his seven years old version"s left stands a boy with hair completely white, and to his right another boy with light red hair and teal eyes, the same blue that colors Todoroki"s left iris. Definitely more siblings. His hand is buried in Todoroki"s hair, ruffling the strands, Todoroki himself smiling unabashedly.
"It"s rude to snoop around people"s shit," a new, deep voice berates him.
Katsuki turns around fast, scowl already painting his face.
"What the fuck?"
It isn"t Todoroki. Well, not the one he knows, anyway. This one is taller, rougher at the edges; sharp jawline, high cheekbones, hair black as a raven. He leans on the wall next to the door, hands in his pockets, an air of confidence wrapped around him. A lazy smirk plays on his lips and already Katsuki can sense this guy is probably a grade-A douche. Katsuki isn"t easily intimidated; on the contrary, he"s usually the one doing the intimidations, but he can easily see this person is trying to assert dominance.
"Well, you are prying into someone else"s business, aren"t you?" His smirk gains a sharper tone, teal eyes tracing his body"s position like a vulture eyeing its prey.
Whoever this asshole is Katsuki does not have the mental capacity to indulge him in his little display of power; but he isn"t about to let him mock him either. He turns away from the picture, rising to his feet to stand at full height. To his annoyance, he realizes this Todoroki is also taller than him, taller than his brother as well, meaning he easily looks down at Katsuki. Still, jutting his chin out and crossing his arms over his chest, Katsuki levels him with a glare.
"Whatever. I"m only here to finish some bullshit school stuff with Half n" Half and I"m outta here, asshole," he seethes, lip curled in distaste.
"Oh? Shouto brought over a friend for homework? How cute," he looms over Katsuki, inclining his head. His eyelids slid lower, covering the slight shimmer in his black pupils. For some reason, Katsuki gravitates towards this guy; now he"s standing close, maybe too close. His electric teal eyes bore deep into heated carmine, relentless. His whole body exudes the same cockiness playing on his face; the sagging of his hips, the flex in his toned arms.
He"s hot. Not a big surprise, considering this was an older, more arrogant version of the Todoroki he already knows.
Theoretically, Katsuki could delve deeper into this newfound visual appreciation, if not for the absolute nonsense this guy is spewing. Why does everyone he has the unfortunate luck to meet in this motherfucking family knows exactly how to piss Katsuki off? Is it something in their genes?
Stranger Todoroki seems to sense his ever growing irritation, as the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and the pull of his lips suggest. Before Katsuki can reply anything, the taller male straightens up, backing away from the doorframe. The double piercing he has in his nose catches the light as he walks backwards.
"Well, tell Shouto-"
"Tell me what?"
Ah. Seems the younger Todoroki finally found his way back from the depths of the kitchens.
He looks at his brother, eyes slanting suspiciously. The slight tension in his shoulders doesn"t go unnoticed by Katsuki.
Stranger Todoroki doesn"t turn to look at his younger brother. "Nothing, little brother. You kids have fun studying," he says, looking directly at Katsuki. A moment passes and he"s turning away, reaching out to ruffle Todoroki"s hair. At his brother"s groans and poor attempt to shove him off while balancing his drink, he huffs a breathy laugh, and leaves.
"Well, your brother"s a fucking jerk," Katsuki says gruffly and moves back into the room.
Todoroki doesn"t look amused, mouth flat.
"Takes one to know one."
Katsuki only rolls his eyes, planting himself near the table.
"Let"s finish this shit as fast as possible."
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They work in silence, as always. It"s compatible; it"s efficient. Sometimes they ask each other for specific details or clarifications, and still the session is smooth. When they only first met, two years ago, Katsuki had resented Todoroki for being one of the few other students in his class with good grades (not good as his, obviously) - but right now he really does appreciate Todoroki for having some working brain cells underneath his stupid hair.
Which begs the question.
"Does everyone in your family have shitty dye-jobs?"
Todoroki blinks up at him.
"What do you mean?"
Katsuki frowns. Maybe there weren"t enough working brain cells there, after all.
"Your poor ass Half n" Half dye, your brother"s weird black Emo shit-"
Todoroki laughs. It"s quiet, and breathy, and ends way too soon; but Katsuki isn"t imagining. His eyes crinkle ever so slightly, mirroring his lips" movement. Katsuki stops his explanation and stares.
Inside his belly, something warm and confusing coils around itself.
He wants to hear that sound again.
Todoroki"s eyes land on him, looking at Katsuki"s hand, the one that never made contact with the designated paper. "It"s called self-expression. Not everyone can look like a blooming dandelion so naturally," he sighs in a fake manner, turning back to his work at hand. A slow smirk unfurls on his thin lips. Katsuki sneers at the overused jab, upper lip curling. "Some of us have to work hard to achieve a certain look. Also never say that to my brother"s face, he"d take personal offence," Todoroki adds as an afterthought. The smugness spreading on his face is too obvious to hide, now.
"Tch, shut up," Katsuki says carelessly, without the usual bite. Something about the calm atmosphere and the way Todoroki"s features look more animated than he"s ever seen seems to unwind something in his chest.
"Also what are you trying to achieve, looking like a bloody Candy Cane?"
That same flat, unamused look find its residence back in Todoroki"s face. His mouth opens to retort, but suddenly, a shrill melody fills the room. Explosive guitars, killer double bass drums; with the thinness of the walls Katsuki can swear it feels like an entire metal band is playing right there in the room.
"Oi, What the fuck?"
"Ah. That would be Touya." Todoroki nods. He seems unperturbed, considering Katsuki"s eardrums will soon start bleeding with the intensity of the volume.
"He can only do this when our father is absent. Father wouldn"t ever let him play this if he"s here," He continues, but stops shortly after. His eyes turn to stare at Katsuki, searching to see if his explanation raised any unwarranted attention.
"Do I look like I fucking care? We need to finish this paper today, go tell that motherfucker to shut it off ," he fumes. First that Touya asshole condescends him, now he"s trying to sabotage the limited time they have until deadline? Nuh uh.
Todoroki gets to his feet, sighing. The music continues.
"I"ll be right back," he shakes his head and leaves.
Katsuki turns back to the table, trying and failing to refocus on the work in front of him. A couple of minutes pass, and just as Katsuki is about to go rip that asshole a new one, the music ceases, just as abruptly as it came on. The silence settles back, piercing in its deafness. Katsuki releases a sigh that"s been stuck in his lungs; mind quieting, back on track.
Minutes tick by. Only when he finishes another paragraph, realizing time slithered away like a quick snake, does he notice Todoroki never came back from his brother"s room.
He can feel anger and frustration rising, bubbling in his gut like blazing ambers, shattering the delicate mood that has been created. Does Todoroki take him for a fool? Does he not take his school assignments as seriously as he does? Katsuki didn"t get to be third in class while sitting and idling, and he sure as hell wasn"t someone else"s bitch, doing their work for them.
Filled with rage and determination, he shuts his books close with a loud smack, rising from the tatami and leaving Todoroki"s room. It"s been what, twenty minutes? How fucking long does it take to ask your dumbass brother for some consideration?
The empty hallway that greets him bears no answers. He begins his search walking down the corridor, feet tapping lightly, almost muted. The reticent atmosphere, though welcomed for his academic goals, starts to grate on his nerves as he looks for Todoroki with no success.
The rooms next to his were probably empty, judging by the closed doors, only silence emanating from the blocked spaces. He could feel veins in his neck popping to life with anger, the same white fury he felt at being mocked at roaring in his ears, under his skin.
The hallway comes to an end. The other side of it is apparently a balcony, wounding around the second floor. He breathes through his nose, sharp and quick, furious at Todoroki. Stupid bastard, ditching him to go God knows where. That good for nothing Frosty shithead had one coming, if he thought this hide and seek shit was funny.
He turns around to try the first floor, but stops short as he notices the door of the last room is actually not shut completely.
Slowly, he backtracks. Katsuki is the furthest from stealthy, secretive and covert, but something about the predicament he found himself in – peeking around an old, awe-inspiring house that belongs to one of the most esteemed families in the country, in search of his aloof classmate – makes him act cautious and contain the shit-storm brewing in his guts, until he finds the offender.
But, it seems, Katsuki needn"t look far. He found him. One look to the side and –
On his knees, head buried between his big brother"s spread legs, moving back and forth in a suggestive way that leaves nothing to the imagination. Accompanied by the naked, tattooed torso of said brother, there really is nothing else Katsuki is able deduce from the scene he can see through the opening in the fusuma doors.
He blinks, mouth parting slightly.
He isn"t imagining, he realizes, as the shock freezing his limbs, planting him in place, leaves no choice but to keep looking. Touya"s head is tossed back, one hand thrown over the back of the couch he"s seated on, the other resting on Todoroki"s head. His hips move forwards slightly, seemingly on their own volition. The pleasure is so apparent in the slow movement of his body it sparks something awful in Katsuki"s chest.
Katsuki gulps. He can feel heat spreading fast all over his face. He can feel heat travelling down to his palms, causing them to become clammy. He can feel heat rushing south, wrong, wrong and yet undeniable.
He has to leave, now, before anyone spots him peeping on the Todoroki brothers doing unnamable things. This is…he can"t be standing here. It"s. it"s shameful. Humiliating. He has to leave but he can"t get his feet to obey him; his mind is clouded, muddled with the single vision in front of him. His pants grow tighter, filthy thoughts rising rapidly from the depths of his fogged mind and he comprehends, with cold dread, he doesn"t want to leave. He wants to keep watching. He wants to stay and - see – hear –
"You"re so fucking good, Shou," Touya purrs, encouraging hand tightening in his brother"s hair. It"s low, and barely audible, but he can hear Todoroki"s groan, choking around Touya"s cock. It"s disgraceful, how that sounds stirs him eagerly as he watches. How he"s itching to touch, and at the same time burns at the thought of how wrong this is. What does Todoroki"s face look like? Are his eyes closed in bliss, focusing on tactile sensations, or are they wide open, locked on his handsome brother"s face? Is he looking into his eyes, those blue, fiery eyes –
The same blue eyes that pin him, now, staring right back. They only grow bigger for a fraction, something other than lust swirling around his blown out pupils, but vanishes immediately, replaced by a sinister, cockier gaze.
Shit .
Katsuki"s heart plummets.
Touya"s eyebrows shoot up, mouth twitching to life with newfound attention. He isn"t sprawled on the couch anymore, content and lazy; he"s sitting properly, looking directly at Katsuki with unbidden interest.
Why, Katsuki wonders. Is he not struck with fear, being found out?
His heart is going to be the first organ to leave the scene, Katsuki is sure. Next are his lungs, near exploding with bated breath, as he refrains from making any sort of sound, denying his body what it needs. He has already been seen, and what will he do now? Stay and watch like a pervert or hightail the fuck out of there and bear the consequences?
Cyan eyes keep tracking him, flitting over his face. Thin lips rise into a smirk, eyes shining with mischief.
Suddenly, Katsuki gets it. That asshole is enjoying himself – he draws pleasure from toying with him. He"s not mortified, not even close to embarrassed or distressed at being found. Todoroki, by his feet, is one tool for pleasure. Katsuki is another, of a different kind. The same abandoned anger of being mocked and forgotten by Todoroki in the first place materializes anew in the pit of his stomach, burning bright alongside undenied hunger.
"Shouto," Touya breathes, hand curling tighter in his hair. It"s not the same careless voice from before; this one holds a new lilt. Todoroki"s head tilts up, probably looking at his brother through white and red strands. Touya"s eyes flicker down. "You"re a bad host, leaving your guest all alone waiting," he tuts mockingly, thrusting his hips forwards suddenly, and situating himself deep in his brother"s throat. Todoroki chokes, hands rising to push Touya, but he won"t let him. Two strong hands fit beneath his jaw, cupping his cheeks, long fingers coiling around his ears and through his hair.
"What do you think your friend is thinking?" the sentence hangs heavily in the room. "Do you think he"ll come looking for you?" he moves his hips back, bit by bit, all the while holding Todoroki"s head steady in place. Katsuki can"t see much of him, but the tense line of his shoulders and the loud pants rushing through his nose are an indication of the state he is in. cornered, caged, left to the mercy of his brother. It makes him wonder, does he like being helpless?
The boner tenting his pants twitches with the thought. Oh, to have the calm, cool and composed Todoroki Shouto helpless and needy .
He bites his lip, brow furrowing with concentration. This is supposed to be disgusting, isn"t it?
"Do you want him to?" he moves his hips again, holding Todoroki"s head tight. The smothered moan is answer enough for Touya, who buries himself all the way down his throat in one swift movement. He groans, eyes snapping up to Katsuki. "You want him to, don"t you, you little pervert? You want that blondie to come here and see you on your knees, sucking your big brother"s cock like an eager little slut," the accusation is punctuated with an airiness. Touya is the conductor, but it seems his control is slipping, bit by bit. Katsuki would lose it too, if he had Todoroki"s lips wrapped tightly around him.
Only for him, Todoroki is just a classmate, not kin.
It"s supposed to be disgusting, but Katsuki doesn"t remember the last time he was this fucking turned on.
He can"t help it. He can"t help it, the hand, his fucking hand, moving down to relieve some tension from his stiff member. As he watches Touya fuck his brother"s mouth, turquoise eyes holding Katsuki in place, as he hears Todoroki"s strangled, smothered moans, the white anger in his gut transforms, devouring any remnants of ill feelings and replacing it with hot, smoldering thirst. The first touch to his body is a terse euphoria. The second is a mockery, an insult to the rising need, to the hunger painting his mind.
A sudden movement almost sends him reeling back, if not for the steady eyes keeping him in place. Touya pulls Todoroki off him in a swift motion, hauling him right over his lap. It"s only then that Katsuki realizes his pants are gone, plump ass facing him.
His face is hot again. God, he"s gorgeous. It"s not the first time Katsuki sees him, but it"s a first of something else nonetheless, and it leaves him winded. His fingers twitch, groping at empty air. It"s no mistake, by the amused glint in Touya"s eyes, and he makes sure Todoroki"s head is secured over his shoulder, away from Katsuki"s craving gaze.
Ass in the air, knees spread apart, Katsuki gets first row seats to the best porn he"s ever seen in his life. Touya pushes two fingers in his mouth, producing spit covered digits that travel down fast. One hand pulls at Todoroki"s left cheek, revealing his pink hole. The other hand is poised close, middle finger circulating teasingly over his puckered muscles.
"You like him, don"t you? That foul mouthed brat. You like the bad boy type, hmm?" his finger presses in carefully up to the first knuckle. Todoroki"s breath hitch, but otherwise he"s quiet; maybe, Katsuki thinks, he remembers they"re not alone in the house. Maybe he"s wary. Whatever it is, it shoots a spike of irritation up his spine. Touya seems to agree, if the narrowing of his eyes is any indication.
"What"s his name?" he presses, and his finger disappears another knuckle in. Again, Todoroki only allows a short reaction, soundless and clipped.
They have something in common, this rough, older Todoroki and himself. As if they share the same thought – the same need to maintain dominance and instill obedience – Touya grips hard at his ass and then releases, only to smack it loudly a second later. The reaction is immediate: Todoroki cries out, a beautiful, broken sound, head hanging. His cock bobs heavily between his legs from the movement, dark and enticing. Fuck.
Red blooms over fare skin. "I asked," Touya begins, angling his mouth near his brother"s ear, "What. Is. His. Name?" a low growling that sends shivers down Katsuki"s spine.
"B…Baku- ah!- " he starts but chokes, another slap to his rear shocking a moan out of him. Touya chuckles low, a sinister smile jagging his face. His finger slips slowly further in. "Baku? That"s a funny name," he bites out, tongue darting to caress Todoroki"s exposed ear.
"Ah…nn-" Todoroki tries again, rocking slowly back on the finger in his ass. He"s struggling, Katsuki can see, powerful thighs trembling with the effort of holding himself up.
"It"s…nngh- Ba…Bakugou," he chokes, an airy moan following his admission.
Holy fuck.
Fuck, Katsuki has never heard Todoroki like this, never in a million years thought he"d hear his name on his lips like this. It does things to him, it- it makes him want to do things in return.
"What"s that? Didn"t hear you," Touya presses, curling his finger upwards, and it changes Todoroki"s demeanor – he"s arching, a loud moan ripping from his mouth. "Bakugou!"
His eyes shut tight. There"s a taste of copper in his mouth – his blood, he realizes – as he bites hard on his lower lip, trapping the growl trying to claw its way out. Shit, he"s so horny, so fucking hot right now, and that bastard toying with him, these motherfuckers – touching and licking and biting each other, right in front of him –
He wants to hear Todoroki say his name again.
"Bakugou, hmm? Suits him," he says decidedly and readies a second finger next to his entrance. He pulls his finger out and starts inserting both digits, accompanied by the low whimper of his brother. His eyes find their way to Katsuki"s, again. His left hand goes back to spreading Todoroki"s ass cheeks, showing Katsuki everything there is to see. Intricate tattoos adorn his arms and hands – it looks absolutely filthy contrasting with Todoroki"s white skin, touching and squeezing and fucking into his ass.
And he knows it. Touya knows it, as the glint in his eyes reveals. He slips lower on the couch, causing his dick to rub against Todoroki"s perineum and up, slipping between his spread ass cheeks. It"s shiny with Todoroki"s spit and – and it"s also very. Very colorful. Tattooed.
Katsuki"s brain short-circuits.
Saliva pools in his mouth. Damn, he didn"t expect that. The Todoroki he knows is usually stoic and reserved, and even though sometimes Katsuki thinks he became somewhat familiar with his little quirks and expressions, suspecting there are deeper waters underneath his surface, this is something else entirely. Touya"s appearance, the boldness of his acts, the devilish aura that wraps around him – it makes Katsuki weak in the knees.
Todoroki moans at the new contact and rocks back. Touya"s face is hidden now, but he can see the way Todoroki"s head angels and lowers, meeting his brother"s lips in a soft kiss.
For a moment their breaths are muted and the silence, mingled with the tender act, causes Katsuki to feel more intrusive than before.
But Touya will not let him. Even though their eye contact is broken, his voice still rings loud and clear. "So this Bakugou guy, he in your class?" his fingers slip in and out now, Todoroki"s hole clenching around him. Katsuki would laugh at the conversation topic given the circumstances, only every time one of the Todoroki brothers says his name another part of his insides melt.
"Mm...Oh- yes," Todoroki breathes, moving restlessly, seeking friction to his front. Touya seems to notice this attempt and tightens the hold of his left hand. Todoroki groans, head lolling forwards. "Did you suck him off in your classroom? Or maybe you spread these pretty legs for him on your table and let him fuck you there?" his voice drips with lechery.
Katsuki"s stomach summersaults with the thought.
Todoroki whimpers again, high pitched and perfect. "No! n-no…I-, I didn"t,"
A deep laugh rumbles in Touya"s chest. "But I bet you wanted to, didn"t you?" Todoroki"s legs tremble, pink hole clenching. Katsuki can"t see for sure, but he thinks he"s blushing. "I know you do, Shou-chan. I bet he"s got a nice, thick cock. He looks like it, right? With those strong arms and big hands," he moves his hips up, shaft rutting against Todoroki"s ass. "You want his cock to split you open, baby brother?"
Todoroki sucks in a breath and shakes his head. "No…n-no," his voice wobbles.
Another slap to the ass. "Don"t lie to me," his voice dips dangerously. "I know you do. You want him to fuck you deep in this tight little ass," he drives his fingers up and slaps him at the same time. Todoroki only wails in reply, pushing back against the fingers.
Katsuki is going to lose his mind. His cock throbs, aches in the confines of his pants.
"Or maybe," he pulls his fingers out completely to the sounds of protest, but drives himself up, the head of his cock catching on the rim of Todoroki"s hole. Todoroki gasps. "Maybe, you want us both to fuck you at the same time?"
"Shit," Katsuki hisses lowly, hand gliding over the bulge in his pants. Fuck. At this rate he will cream his underwear like a horny pre-teen.
Todoroki doesn"t seem to be faring much better, if the way he"s sobbing is any indication. Touya chuckles and pulls himself up, catching Katsuki"s gaze in an instant. He looks a moment longer, and then turns Todoroki"s head to face him. "I think he wants to, too," he rasps lowly, eyes fleeting once between Katsuki and Todoroki. Hands roam on Todoroki"s back, maneuvering him so he"s lying face down on the couch.
Todoroki"s ass in his naked lap, Touya looks at Katsuki with half lidded eyes.
Katsuki can smell what"s coming before he can react.
"How about we ask him, hmm?"
Mortification starts enveloping Katsuki.
He"s going to reveal them? He"s going to call out on him?
There"s no way, right?
Todoroki makes a confused sound.
"I see the way he"s looking. He"s jealous," he drawls, taunting him. Katsuki knows it"s only meant to rile him, but the problem is, it succeeds.
"Right, sweetheart?"
And now he"s looking at him fully, acknowledging. His hands stop moving.
Todoroki senses the change in demeanor, and turns his head slowly to the door. In a different situation he would have considered the look on his face comical, but there is nothing funny in the present moment. He"s been outed, they all have been.
Eyes wide as saucers, he only stares at Katsuki, blush deepening indefinitely.
Touya raises his chin in a defying manner, goading him, lips curling up.
Katsuki can feel the static in the air, the hair on his nape standing on end.
It was a trap, and he waited too long. But did he really mind getting caught in Touya"s strings?
So he does the only thing he can do. He enters the room, shutting the door behind him. He feels ashamed to a degree, but the lines are getting blurred. He didn"t walk away, did he? He enjoyed it. He wasn"t a liar or a coward; he could admit the truth to himself.
But only when he advances, just a few steps, both brothers" eyes on him, does he grasp the gravity of the situation. He"s a shitty voyeur. The Todoroki brothers are fucking. They touch each other in intimate ways. It"s tangible. It had happened. And now he"s here. In front of…whatever this is. There"s a sense of vertigo in his limbs.
He deliberately walked in on a fucked up situation, didn"t he?
And the last thing he can think of is filters, so he says the first thing that comes to mind.
"You"re really fucked in the head," he chants, unbelievably, almost as though painting the scene in front of him in colors of disbelief will make it rearrange itself, maybe disappear from sight. This is confusing. He should have left. This isn"t something he"s supposed to see. This isn"t something that"s supposed to happen, let alone include him, this fucking mess, yet here he is, staring at his classmate"s reddening face, ass in the air, in his brother"s lap.
The longing courses shamefully in his veins.
Touya"s eyes grow bigger at his words, ever present smirk cutting across his fine features wickedly.
"Well, amongst other places," he replies, pushing his fingers deeper into Todoroki"s clenching hole. Todoroki moans; he shuts his eyes immediately, biting his lip. He looks torn between pleasure and humiliation.
Touya"s eyes burn into his. "Don"t be all righteous now, sweetheart. Didn"t seem all that appalled standing there watching us," he says lightly, teasingly, but Katsuki can hear the admonishment and something in him shrinks, because. Well. That"s the truth.
He stands in the threshold of…something, he feels. He"s not sure if he"s going to fall or soar.
"You liked it, didn"t you? I can"t blame you. Look at this perfect ass, hmm? Makes you wanna pound it," he adds. His fingers keep moving. Todoroki has gone quiet, but his composure is slipping. A light sheen of sweat shines on his bare back.
He won"t look at Katsuki. In fact, he makes an effort to angle his head as far away as possible.
Touya doesn"t agree with his actions. His other hand grabs his hair and pulls. Todoroki hisses, breath hitching. Touya turns his head, forcing him to look at Katsuki.
Their eyes meet. Gray and turquoise orbs stare at him, pupils dilated. His brow pinches, as if in defense, a last resort now that he"s forced to face him, but the lovely rose that dusts his face gives away his own discord and calls something arcane in Katsuki. He can"t look away, and he won"t allow Todoroki to. It makes Katsuki look at him sharper; it compels Todoroki to keep his eyes on him.
Something changes in the air, slowly. Touya senses it, judging by the smirk spreading on his lips.
"Look, Shouto. Look how hard he is."
And Todoroki looks, eyes cast down, and bites his lip. He seems conflicted.
Touya"s half-lidded eyes examine him, smirk dropping. He"s biting his lip too. "He liked it when you said his name," he says lowly. "He didn"t take his eyes off us."
Katsuki gulps.
"Come here."
As though under a spell, he walks forwards.
His heart beats a mile a minute.
Whatever happens next, there"s no turning back.
He reaches the couch and stands in front of them. The bulge in his pants is achingly obvious. He has some decency to blush as well, and though he never backs down, his eyes almost fleet. Almost.
"Look, Shou," Touya"s voice is quiet now. "He"s big. Bet you wanna suck him off."
Todoroki whines in the back of his throat. He"s looking at him fully, now, without his brother"s guidance. There"s something in his eyes that stirs Katsuki.
It"s. Well.
He looks positively hungry.
Touya regards them, and then takes his fingers out of Todoroki"s ass and reaches forwards. Before Katsuki can think, his hand wraps around the bulge in his pants, making him groan. The way his tattooed hand outlines his dick is debauched and he loves it.
Touya rumbles in appreciation. "Very excited for us, aren"t you?"
Todoroki snickers, loosening up.
"Fuck you, Todoroki," he barks out automatically, scowling.
"Which one?" Touya laughs, eyes gleaming. "You have to be more specific here. You can just call Shouto by his first name, since you know each other, right?"
Katsuki averts his gaze, ears burning. "Aw, don"t be shy now, you guys are friends. Not to mention you just watched him blow me and get fingered. Don"t be embarrassed, sweetheart. Here," he turns to Todoroki, whose cheeks look even redder than before, holding his chin up. "You"ll call him by his first name too, so you"re even, kay?" mirth shines in his eyes.
Todoroki levels Katsuki with a look. There"s a silent question in them. Katsuki"s not sure what he"s asking. Do you want to? Is this okay with you? Are you okay?
He takes a moment to think about it, but only a moment, fearing that deeper consideration will outweigh the heat of the moment, the heat in his bones. He doesn"t even want to think about this, he just. He just wants to touch him, them, and deal with whatever consequences later. He"s so horny he thinks he might combust soon, and –
Some of this might translate over to Todoroki, because now he"s standing up, walking closer to him.
Katsuki"s breath hitches. Todoroki looks so beautiful. He always is, but right now – with his body flush, lips plump and wet, eyes so alive –
It"s exhilarating. Refreshing. Like waking up in the early morning to the first snow of the year, opening the window and letting the frigid air blast you in the face.
They stand in front of each other, wrapped in their little bubble. Eyes glide over faces, minds racing. Todoroki lifts one hand and flattens it over his chest. For a split second Katsuki"s sure he will feel his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest, but then a slow, small smile takes over his face, something setting in his eyes resolutely. He pushes his jacket away and it falls to the floor with a thump. Next his fingers, those long, nimble fingers, pull quickly at his buttons and his shirt follows suit, leaving his upper body exposed.
Behind them there"s a low whistle. "Damn, sure know how to pick "em, baby," Touya"s voice drifts over.
But it doesn"t pierce or shatters the space around them, only heats it. Todoroki blushes a little, eyes flashing. He looks at Katsuki intently now, as if seeing him for the first time. Eyes skim over his arms, chest, abs, until they settle on the bulge in his pants. He turns his head, gaze linking with his brother"s.
Touya rises from the couch as well, walking towards them. Katsuki"s heart rate picks up. He settles behind him, taller than him, and to his chagrin he"s again faced with the fact that he"s shorter than them both. He feels a little out of his element, sandwiched between the taller brothers. Despite that, he has more muscle – both brothers" figures are lithe, Touya"s more so; but where he lacks in bulging muscles he compensates with long limbs, subtle strength and unmistakable confidence that would make the biggest assholes bow at his feet. Katsuki can respect that and he"d be a damn liar if he said it didn"t affect him at all.
Deft fingers trail over his pecks, one hand running over to his lower stomach. Now he"s sure all of them can feel his pulse, reverberating throughout his entire body. There"s so much attention on him, it"s…intoxicating. Touya hooks his chin over his shoulder and pulls himself flush over his back. He can feel heat engulfing him, and Touya"s stiff member pushing against his clothed ass.
He closes his eyes.
"What"s wrong, princess?" a breathy taunt next to his ear. There"s a sharp tug at his lobe, accompanied by a devilish tongue, and he groans. He can feel Todoroki"s eyes on him and he"s trying to stifle the sounds bubbling within him, palm rising to his mouth, but a strong hand stops his.
"No can do, Sweetie. You heard us, now let us hear you."
He just can"t argue with the truth, unsettling as it may be. He"s scowling again, upper lip curling back. A third hand joins on his body, and Todoroki nudges himself closer.
He looks very serious when he asks, "Is this okay, Katsuki?"
And Katsuki has to forcefully abort the soft sound he almost released.
Of course it"s not okay. These brothers are going to drive him fucking nuts.
He only nods, though, and it seems enough for Todo- Shouto¬, and he closes the distance between them.
It"s slow, and hesitant, and not what Katsuki wants, but he"s too dumbfounded for the first few seconds to do anything more than let Shouto press his lips softly to his, angling his head just so. Tremors run through him.
But he wants to light a fire.
He wants to make Shouto burst, so he grabs, one hand on his jaw and the other in his hair, separating them just for a moment before he crashes their mouths together.
It"s much more frantic, and there"s spit and teeth clanking and- and tongues, slipping and curling around each other and it"s hot, so hot – this mouth was – on his brother"s cock –
His neck is being bitten, hard, and he moans into Shouto"s mouth.
Shouto releases a moan of his own. There are hands everywhere and it"s making him dizzy. He bites on Shouto"s lower lip and pulls, pulls a sound of him, something high and delicious that goes straight to his dick.
Touya is the first to pull away, chuckling, slinking to the double bed at the other side of the room.
But Katsuki can"t let Shouto go. It feels too good to have him here, chest to chest, yet eventually Shouto pulls back, panting. He"s all flush and pretty, and Katsuki follows him without a fight.
Shouto gets to his knees on the bed. He stops Katsuki in front of him, so he stands at the foot of the bed. The height difference looks good, very good.
Slowly, he pulls at his belt. The sound of the leather whipping from the belt loops makes his blood thrum. It"s quiet now, without Touya"s words. Next comes the zipper, and his pants fall down, leaving him in just his dark blue boxers. It just so happens today is a tight boxer brief kind of day, and it leaves his body in a very flattering state.
He can see Shouto"s cock twitching, his eyes clouding over. Behind him Touya leans on the headboard, watching them.
And then Shouto snaps out of his unhurried haze and strips him completely.
His cock bounces out, red and angry and so achingly hard. Shouto hums low.
He takes him in his hand, at fucking last, and Katsuki groans loudly. Fucking finally.
Using his pre-cum as lube Shouto tugs a few times, feeling his length and girth, and bites his lower lip. Katsuki"s pants come harshly now; it"s such a relief to finally have some sort of contact but it"s not enough.
"Don"t torture him, baby brother. Look how hard he is, he"s gonna come in a two seconds," Touya mocks. Katsuki knows it"s a shallow attempt to get a rise out of him, but nevertheless his eyes narrow into a glare. Touya glares right back, grinning.
Motherfucker doesn"t know shit.
Shouto sighs and turns to Touya. "Don"t make this a competition, you"re both too stubborn," he chastises, surprisingly the most rational. Or maybe not so surprisingly, considering this is still Todoroki Shouto, always levelheaded.
Well, most of the time, apparently.
A spike of irritation shoots through him. "Eyes on me, Shortcake," he growls low and drags Shouto"s face back to him, close.
Shouto"s eyes grow a fraction, his mouth opening slightly. He shivers.
And then he"s on all four, supporting himself with one hand and holding Katsuki"s cock with the other. His tongue darts out to lick the tip, pink against angry red, lapping at the head and it"s torturous. Katsuki is not sure if he does this on purpose but it"s driving him insane all the same. He needs – he needs so much more, it feels like eons since the burning in the pit of his stomach has started –
Somehow Shouto understands, or. Or maybe he"s just as needy as Katsuki, longing to suck him, so he goes all the way down until Katsuki"s cock hits the back of his throat and he swallows.
A guttural moan stutters out of him.
It"s so soft and wet and warm that Katsuki has to ground himself, burying his hands in Shouto"s silky strands. His legs quiver. His frown deepens, mouth opening uncontrollably, hands tightening. Shouto moans at the pull and Katsuki tugs at his hair, inquiring.
Shouto responds with enthusiasm. He drags his mouth slowly back up, working his skilled tongue over hit shaft, just under his head, rubbing insistently. When his mouth only covers his head he flattens his tongue over his slit and – bloody hell this guy knows what he"d doing.
"Fuck," he chokes.
Mismatched eyes look up at him. Katsuki feels like he"s falling into the pits of hell - a fiery, blazing place. He wants to see more, so he tugs the white and red back, revealing the full extent of Shouto"s face and scar.
It"s so Todoroki that he finds himself out of breath, for a second. Immediately Shouto moves a bit, trying to shy away.
"Pretty," Katsuki exhales. And he truly is, with his perfect face, his asymmetrical features only enhancing his eccentric characteristics, the things that make him him.
"The prettiest," Touya agrees. He"s touching himself, hand stroking lazily, watching them with half lidded eyes.
Shouto moans around him, the vibrations buzzing on Katsuki"s skin. He starts a rhythm, going up and down his shaft, hollowing his cheeks. It feels heavenly and Katsuki makes a conscious effort not to prove Touya right and shoot his load, though he so, so wants to paint Shout"s mouth white.
His fingers tighten again on their own accord, and Shouto growls. Katsuki"s starting to understand this. He tugs harder and moves his hips forwards a bit, gauging Shouto"s reaction.
And what a reaction it is. His eyes slip close, throat relaxing, heat painting his cheeks.
"Use him. Fuck his mouth, he likes it," Touya informs him, smirking.
His cock twitches at the words and Shouto stops his movements, waiting. He lets his jaw relax further, creating space for Katsuki to do as he pleases.
Something drops in Katsuki"s stomach.
He runs his fingers through Shouto"s hair and the other looks up again, nodding.
So he lets loose.
He starts with a slow rhythm, moving Shouto"s head over his hard member, feeling himself drag heavy on of his tongue. He complies with no trouble and it"s so hot, how he just takes him, how his cock slips in and out of that tight little mouth, shiny with his spit –
He moves faster, this time holding Shouto"s head in place. Little strangled sounds escape Shouto, and the way he"s drooling, saliva dripping on his chin - he looks so stunning Katsuki can"t help but snap his hips a little faster, harder, burying himself deeper. He barely gags at all; it makes Katsuki wonder just how much practice Shouto has.
"You look so hot, baby," Touya praises him, moving towards them. "You like him fucking your mouth like that? You love choking on his cock, don"t you?"
Lying on his stomach, he pulls a pillow under him. "How about we use this hole too, hmm?"
Two thumbs spread Shouto"s ass cheeks apart. Katsuki"s view is obscured but he can hear the exact moment Touya"s tongue makes contact with his opening because Shouto cries out around him and Katsuki drives himself forwards, sniffing out the sound. Shouto"s eyes snap up and lock with his. He"s trembling, cock leaking onto the mattress.
Behind him Touya"s blue gaze burns into his approvingly. His fingers are so long they almost wrap around Shouto"s buttocks completely.
Wet sounds fill the room – Touya"s mouth working Shouto open, tongue massaging his rim and sneaking inside, Shouto"s slurping around his cock, fucking in and out of his mouth and it"s almost too lewd to comprehend.
"Fuck, Shouto, you"re so fucking good," he groans, hitting the back of his throat again and again, pulling his hair back. Shouto looks drunk, releasing little moans and mewls uncontrollably. He seems torn between the need to suck Katsuki off and push his ass back into his brother"s face.
Touya separates with a final lick, chin shiny. Shouto mourns his loss with a whine.
"Greedy little bitch."
From his nightstand he produces a bottle of lube, coating himself. "I"m gonna give you something so much better, Shou," he breathes and lines himself.
It"s been a game of teasing up until this point, but Touya seems to have mercy on Shouto, and drives himself in with one swift motion. Though by the way Shouto practically vibrates and sobs around him, it might"ve been the opposite.
Holding Shouto"s hips in place, he pulls out almost completely and buries himself deep again. Each time he snaps in, Shouto moves forwards as well, forcing more of Katsuki"s cock inside his mouth.
It"s becoming too much. He can feel his balls tightening, begging for release. He"s long stopped trying to conceal whatever curses spill out of his mouth, punctuated with moans.
Touya"s low groans rattle him. They"re just across each other; he can see the way his muscles shift, the sensual movement of his hips. "You"re so amazing, Shouto, you look so good on your hands and knees like that," he smacks his ass, causing Shouto to cry out around him, again. "You love getting all the attention, don"t you? You"re so fucking good it"s like you were made to be a whore," he picks up his pace.
"Right, Bakugou?"
Shouto swallows around Katsuki, tears shinning in the corner of his eyes. He looks so fucked, it"s – it"s too much -
"Shit shit shit, Shouto, fuck-" he chokes and grabs his head forcefully, seating himself as deep as he can in his throat. His orgasm hits him hard, so hard he feels he can barely stand on his feet anymore; the mouth around him tightens, preventing anything from leaking out. Fucking hell.
After his soul returns to his body, he takes a second to breathe. It"s possible he never came so hard in his life; it almost seems too difficult to fill his lungs completely.
He"s spent, but he can"t look away from them.
"To-touya, more…more, please," Shouto stutters, head hanging between his shoulders. There"s a dribble of cum on his chin. He moves his hips back to meet him, but Touya stills him with two strong hands at his waist.
"N-no, please! I-I need you," he cries out, voice rising. Touya chuckles without obeying. It"s almost painful to see, to listen to the slow slap of Touya"s balls against Shouto"s ass.
Katsuki can"t tear his eyes away from the sight. It"s just so…so erotic, in a sinful, delicious way – Touya"s tattooed cock, reds and blues and blacks disappearing into Shouto"s white; the way he"s towering over him, dark and enticing and mischievous, unraveling him slowly.
"Shouto, you"re such a naughty boy, so impatient," his hand snakes to the front to wrap around Shouto"s dick. It happens so fast – one moment Shouto is just a moaning mess and then he"s screaming, cum staining the sheets beneath him. It barely required any touch; he must"ve been on edge for a while.
His hands give out and he falls chest first; head turned to the side, looking at Katsuki. He looks wrecked.
The way he"s just lying there speechless, soft sounds leaving his lips, the way only his back side is raised with Touya"s help as he keeps thrusting into him, opening him up, it taunts Katsuki, testing his limits. It"s only been a few minutes since he came but he can feel desire slithering in the pit of his stomach. He"s getting hard again.
He looks at Shouto until he"s sure the other is aware of his gaze, and asks.
"Is this also something you only do when your father is away?"
Shouto flinches, eyes narrowing. Katsuki can"t keep away the smirk creeping on his face.
Touya"s mouth purses, his steely blue eyes burning holes in Katsuki. "No. We do it when he"s here too, sipping on his expensive whiskey right beneath us in his study room. How do you recommend he might feel seeing his failure fucking his prized possession in the ass?"
Katsuki isn"t sure the question is even pointed at him, with the way Touya looks at Shouto. Shouto only hums lowly, warmly, letting his brother do as he pleases. Katsuki can see his cock also hardens. Unconsciously, his hand moves to stroke himself, keeping eye contact.
"We have a lot of issues here. Daddy issues ain"t one of "em."
Suddenly, Touya pulls out. "Bakugou," he looks at him, eyes lidded. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, red and pulsing. It makes Katsuki"s skin crawl with need. He can"t fathom the self-restraint it must require, denying the release.
"Lie on your back."
Commands are usually something he doesn"t comply with willingly, yet he wants to do nothing but submit to this man.
So he does.
Touya turns to Shouto and pulls him in for a kiss. "Ride him, Shouto."
Shouto nods, stupefied, and moves over to straddle Katsuki.
Katsuki"s eyes widen.
Shouto takes the lube Touya gives him, pouring it over Katsuki"s hard member. He positions himself, lining Katsuki with his hole, his other hand braced on Katsuki"s chest. The sweat building on his body gives it an otherworldly gleam.
It"s a view rivaling the one of Shouto on his knees, but they"re both equally breath-taking.
And then he sits on Katsuki, bottoms out until he"s buried balls deep in Shouto Todoroki.
It takes every ounce of will power not to grab his waist and slam up, up into that tight heat. Katsuki moans loudly and throws his head back.
Shouto gyrates on his cock, chest heaving. His face is scrunched up, eyes shut tight. Both his hands land on Katsuki"s chest and he uses them to ground himself.
The friction is nothing short of amazing, and Katsuki is going to die today, for sure, if this is not already heaven. Or maybe it"s hell, a punishment for all his foul language and shit behavior, and he"s doomed to pay his debts like this.
Shouto starts bouncing on him, limbs tight with exertion.
Not a bad way to repent, in Katsuki"s opinion.
The drag of Shouto"s walls around him, the angle, it"s so- so deep. He wants to try and see if he can go deeper. On Shouto"s next rise he thrusts up to meet him, hands clutching hard at his waist, hard enough to leave bruises.
And Shouto howls.
He does it again, and again, driving himself up, fucking into Shouto"s sweet spot.
Shouto is a blubbering mess, head hanging above his own.
"yes yes yes yes -! A-ah, right there- mm-" he bites Katsuki"s ear, panting.
"Fuck, yes, Katsuki, p-please – harder – "
Katsuki releases a guttural moan, moving ever faster, the slap slap of their bodies music to his ears. He feels like a beast, unleashing everything he"s got- but it feels so gratifying and- and the sounds Shouto makes, his wanton so clear-
Touya"s loud, husky growl demands their attention. He can"t ignore it even if he wanted to. Shouto too slows down, craning his head to see his brother.
"You two feel good?" he grins, a feral one. Katsuki thinks he looks like he might devour them. "You look delicious," he spanks Shouto"s ass again, the vibrations traveling to Katsuki"s cock, causing him to groan. Touya"s fingers skim over the place where they connect, cold and wet and – he"s pushing two digits inside–
Shouto cries out. Touya presses his chest to Shouto"s back and kisses his temple. "Can you take a bit more, baby? For me?" And suddenly – Katsuki can feel Touya"s cock brushing against Shouto"s rim. Shouto whines, rocking back, fucking himself on Katsuki"s cock. Touya"s fingers feel – they feel weird, not in an unwelcome way, but the implications-
"You wanna be stretched wide, baby? Wanna be fucked open by two cocks?" Touya"s voice is so seductive, it"s fucking with his head.
Shouto looks at a loss for words but his eyes cloud over. He nods, breathing hard.
One look at Katsuki"s face and he nods his own agreement.
"Tell me if it"s too much," Touya whispers at Shouto"s ear, and pushes another finger in, while Katsuki takes hold of Shouto"s neglected cock. It"s glistening with precum again, pulsing and warm. Shouto moans, burying his head in Katsuki"s neck, sucking in gasps of air.
It"s a slow process and Katsuki waits with bated breath. Soon Touya can fit four fingers in, moving and stretching, and Shouto downright shakes on top of him, tremors wracking his back. Katsuki"s other hand goes into his hair, patting him, aiming to relax as best as he can. And then -
Touya"s voice like velvet, "are you ready, Shou?"
Shouto lifts his head and whispers, "Yes."
Katsuki"s heart drums in anticipation. And then it explodes.
Shouto is silent. He looks like he"s incapable of making any sounds, too overwhelmed. Katsuki can"t blame him. He feels like someone stole his breath too.
The push of Touya"s cock is again, slow, but it"s shocking. The heat that has wrapped around Katsuki expands, and Touya"s cock rubs on the underside of his, pulsating and solid, until – until he"s so deep, too deep–
And then he moves just so, pushing himself and Bakugou deeper, angling –
"Oh my God," Shouto whispers, and then he cries. Tears stream his cheeks, running cold on blazing skin.
"You"re doing so well, Shouto, you feel so incredible," Touya commends him, his own voice trembling.
Shouto"s cock twitches in Katsuki"s hand and he strokes him. He blinks his eyes, looks directly at Katsuki, lips quivering, and seals their mouths together.
Touya starts moving and they moan into each other"s mouths, tongues rubbing one another. Katsuki strokes Shouto faster, clinging onto every broken sob, every moan they punch out of him.
"Mm, o-oh, yes…yes, fuck, it"s s-so full," Shouto gasps, buzzing to life. He looks like he"s teetering on some edge - mouth hanging open, reservation long gone, eyes ablaze.
They fuck him in earnest. Katsuki snaps his hips up, hard and fast, as much as he can move with another cock rubbing right beside him, and Touya"s panting, pounding, gripping Shouto"s hips with the force to possess. The thought of it – how lecherous it must look, both their cocks fucking into Shouto"s asshole – Katsuki"s cursing, over and over, stroking Shouto faster.
Touya raises himself a little and hits Shouto"s prostate head on with Katsuki"s dick.
"Fuck! R-right there, shit, ah – y-yes -"
Eyes screwed shut, Shouto looks gone. Delirious.
"Fuck," Touya grunts. "fuck, Shouto, you"re such a fuckin cockslut," he gasps. He sets a punishing pace, making them skid on the mattress. Shouto sobs, nails raking down Katsuki"s chest.
Katsuki only has to stroke him one more time, and then he screams and comes again, unraveling, splattering Katsuki"s chest with his cum. It"s too much - Katsuki tips over the edge, eyes rolling back and he slams himself up, spilling inside.
They"re both panting hard and fast but Touya"s still moving and it"s agonizing, rubbing against his sensitive skin –
"Just a little bit more for me, okay baby brother?" he gasps and pulls out, releasing them both. He flips Shouto over to lie on his back - It just so happens he"s lying on top of Katsuki but Katsuki doesn"t mind, and Touya seems to care even less. He crashes his mouth down onto Shouto"s in a searing kiss, biting and sucking.
Katsuki wraps his arms around Shouto"s middle, feeling his chest heaving.
Shouto wraps both legs around Touya"s middle, allowing him a deeper angle.
"Fuck, fuck, you"re so- so good, shit – "
A moan rips out of him, his pace becoming erratic, brow scrunching, and then he slows down, panting like he ran a marathon.
It"s quiet, save for the heavy breathing filling the room. Katsuki"s not sure his soul will return to his body this time. He"s tired and the weight of Shouto is comforting; squeezing the body on top of him tighter, he nuzzles his nose deeper into his hair. It smells like mint, fresh and very much fitting for the nickname he dubbed him a while back. Shouto only breathes deep, hands drawing mindless patterns on Katsuki"s arms.
Touya pulls out with a grunt. Katsuki can feel cum, their cum, slipping from Shouto"s ass. He thinks Touya might kick them out of the room soon, or find something to clean the absolute mess they"ve created, but to his surprise he falls heavily at Katsuki"s side and pushes Shouto.
"Oi, what the hell?"
Shouto sighs and rolls to his other side. In a flash both brothers cling to him, legs wrapped around him and each other, arms thrown over his torso. They form a tight unit around him, preventing any escape. He can"t help but feel as if he"d fallen into a calculated trap without noticing.
"Touya"s actually a big soft cuddler," Shouto conspires, voice back to normal, albeit a bit hoarse.
"Shut up, am not," Touya snorts and swats Shouto"s arm.
Two sets of eyes, heterochromatic and crimson, settle over him. Katsuki examines the way Touya"s curled around him – skin flush to his own, head tucked under Katsuki"s chin, long arm reaching all the way to pull Shouto in as well. He would have been embarrassed at the close proximity and intimate embrace if they hadn"t just rubbed dicks together. Pointedly, he raises one eyebrow.
Touya huffs and rolls his eyes.
"Whatever, brats," his breathing tickles Katsuki"s collar bone.
Shouto hums, squishing his face against Katsuki"s and breathing deep.
Katsuki stares at the ceiling. For some reason he feels like he"s being smothered to death by two big-ass grown cats.
It"s nice and warm, but as the cum dries slowly on his skin he contemplates the time, and the work that awaits them. He sighs.
"Oi, we need to finish the paper," he jabs a finger in Shouto"s ribs, making him squirm.
"Come on, it can wait a bit," his hold tightens.
"No it can"t, it waited long enough you fucking half-ass, let"s move!"
"Aww, Bakugou, I didn"t peg you as the anal type," Touya snickers.
Shouto follows with an ugly laugh of his own. "Yeah, Katsuki, don"t be such a tight ass."
Sheesh, Todorokis. He almost forgot who he"s dealing with.
"You guys are lame," he pokes Shouto again.
"Stop! Touya, tell him off," Shouto whines, squirming intensifying.
Touya"s tattooed hand grabs his wrist tightly, effectively ceasing his efforts.
"For such a skinny guy you sure got some fucking death grip," he glares and tries shaking him off. It doesn"t work. Touya doesn"t look amused.
"That"s me, full of surprises," he comments drily and tucks Katsuki"s hand close to his chest.
Shouto"s gloating. "You happy with yourself, Peppermint head?"
"Yes," to Katsuki"s annoyance, he"s not discouraged.
But there"s a soft smile tugging at his lips, eyes content. It"s hard to argue with such a mesmerizing occurrence, so Katsuki decides that this once, he"d let it go. At his other side Touya"s eyes are closed, face smooth of any leering or smirking. He looks young, maybe even vulnerable. The delicate slope of his nose, accompanied with the sharp slant of his eyes and his soft, thin lips – he can"t bring himself to push him away.
Back to square one, Katsuki lets his limbs sink into the bed.
"Guess it"s going to take us more than one time to finish the project," he thinks out loud.
"Mm yeah, but you can come again, Katsuki. Be my guest," Shouto giggles.
He giggles, sweet Jesus. Of course now he has no choice but comply.
"Yeah, Katsuki, come. You should be my guest too."
Cheeky bastards. An involuntarily laugh escapes his lips.
Touya grins and Shouto mirrors his expression. Katsuki blushes and swallows. It might not be a good idea to come again; he might suffer from cardiac arrest next time.
"I"m glad they closed the library," Shouto admits.
Katsuki agrees. "Yeah, me too."
"And I"m glad you"re a peeping pervert," Touya contributes his thoughts. Katsuki can"t bring himself to get worked-up, because. Well. If he wasn"t, he wouldn"t be here, right?
Lying in a pile of cum, sweat, dried tears and sticky skin, Katsuki thinks there isn"t any other place he"d rather be, right now. The paper can wait, everything can wait. His eyes close, basking in the warmth of the two bodies snuggled to his own.