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The next morning, Katsuki finds himself standing nervously in front of a nondescript-looking warehouse, two boxes of donuts in his hand. The Ultra X studio looks like any other normal warehouse, and Katsuki is a little worried he may have the wrong address.
He half expected the studio’s exterior to be brightly colored with a neon sign of a penis hanging on the front door. But he supposes that doesn’t make any sense. He pulls out his phone, trying to balance the boxes in one hand, and shoots Todoroki a quick “I’m outside” text.
A few seconds later, he hears muffled footsteps approaching and nervously runs his fingers through his hair. Alright, this is happening. This is really happening.
The front door swings open and oh. Todoroki is there. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose grey sweatpants that sit low on his hips. Katsuki kind of wants to kneel before him and mouth at the pale, smooth skin above his waistband. He’s seen Todoroki naked numerous times before, sure. But that was through a laptop screen. He doesn’t really know how to act now that a half-naked, gorgeous Todoroki is standing right in front of him. He sucks in a breath and has to remember to breathe out.
Todoroki is staring at Katsuki like he can’t believe he’s actually there. He smiles shyly and opens his mouth to say hi when suddenly, he’s pushed to the side and someone launches themselves at Katsuki.
Katsuki nearly goes down, clutching onto the donuts for dear life.
“Jesus fucki—”
“Baku-bro!” Denki cries out, “Oh my god dude, I can’t believe you’re here!”
“What the fuck dunce face you goddamn idiot, get off me.”
He catches his balance and looks up to find Todoroki, but the other man has slipped back inside the studio. Denki steps away and smacks him on the back, a bright grin on his face. “Dude, let’s go inside! Shouto has been talking about you all morning!”
This makes Katsuki feel warm all over and he punches Denki in the arm. “That’s for making me almost drop the donuts you dipshit.”
They walk inside and Katsuki is stunned at how spacious the warehouse is. He assumes he’s in the lobby of the studio, so people walking in aren’t automatically greeted by the employees butt naked and in compromising positions. They must’ve learned from their awkward encounter with the ramen restaurant owner.
Denki leads him to the front desk where a pretty girl with jet-black hair in a high ponytail is sitting. She’s talking with Todoroki and they’re whispering to each other, heads bent down close. Todoroki is anxiously gesturing at the front door and she seems to be attempting to calm him down. She hears their footsteps and her head whips up, spotting them as they approach the front desk.
She waves cheerfully, “Hi, you must be the famous Bakugou!”
Todoroki frowns at her and tries to nonchalantly kick her in the shin.
Katsuki nods and awkwardly holds out the donuts. “I um— I bought these for you guys.”
“Oh, how kind of you! Shouto had mentioned you were sweet!”
Katsuki blinks at that. He doesn’t think anyone has ever used the word “sweet” to describe him before, it’s usually the complete opposite. He turns to Todoroki, eyebrows quirked, and smirks. “Sweet, huh?”
Todoroki clears his throat, a fierce blush forming on his sharp cheekbones. He turns to glare at the girl who is now giggling into her hand. “This is Momo, she’s our writer, so you can thank her for our non-cheesy scripts. Let me show you the rest of the studio.”
Denki snags a donut and leaves them to go prep for the upcoming shoot and Todoroki leads him through the studio towards the different sets. There are a few sets decorated like bedrooms, each with a different aesthetic. Another set they walk by is a fully furnished living room. Katsuki recognizes the leather couch from the video he watched the day Todoroki first texted him. He can feel himself breaking into a light sweat and he tugs at the neck of his hoodie.
Todoroki seems to figure out what Katsuki is thinking and he stops walking. He looks concerned and unsure, fidgeting with the strings on his waistband. “Is this okay, Bakugou? You’re really fine with being here? I know dating someone in this industry isn’t for everyone, so I understand if you’d rather not be with m—”
Katsuki shakes his head and turns to face Todoroki, reaching for both his hands. “Listen to me carefully, half ‘n half. I want to be here. I like hanging out with you.”
Todoroki looks a little dazed, but he stills.
Katsuki feels an overwhelming urge to kiss that worried look off his face. He wants Todoroki to be happy. He wants to be the one making Todoroki happy.
He reaches up and pulls the other man towards him and Todoroki goes easily. Todoroki’s lips are soft and pillowy against his own and he can feel the soft tickle of Todoroki’s breath beneath his nose. Todoroki kisses so sweetly, like he’s trying to figure Katsuki out, like he’s trying to figure out if he’s really okay with all of this. Katsuki brings a hand up to tilt their faces and deepen the kiss, trying to convey that he wants this, he wants to stay. Todoroki lets out a low noise and puts his hands in Katsuki’s hair.
Katsuki pulls back, “I don’t care that this is your job. So stop freaking out, okay?”
Todoroki studies his face, but what he said seems to placate him because he smiles and nods. “Okay, okay. Just, kiss me again.”
Katsuki surges up and this time it’s a deep, lingering kiss, mouths sliding open together and swallowing each other’s soft sighs. He can feel the heat radiating off Todoroki’s bare chest. Katsuki pulls away again and Todoroki’s whine turns into a content sigh as Katsuki leans down to trail a soft line of kisses down his jaw. It’s tender, and Todoroki tips his head back to bare his neck some more. It’s quiet, just the sound of them breathing, both unsteady. Katsuki doesn’t think he can ever stop kissing Todoroki.
“No marks, please!” a voice comes from around the corner and it takes a second for Katsuki to remember that they’re currently not alone. They’re in Todoroki’s porn studio with his pornstar friends and he nearly trips on his feet trying to step back.
Katsuki recognizes that voice too. He turns around and sees Mina entering the hall, her pink hair pushed back by a bunny headband and she’s grinning at them deviously. “Y’all can go ahead and keep sucking face. Just no marks on Shouto’s skin, please! Hickeys are a pain to cover up before a shoot.”
Both Katsuki and Todoroki turn as pink as Mina’s hair.
Todoroki startles, “Ah, Bakugou, this is M—”
“I’m Mina!” She cuts him off, bounding over to Katsuki and throwing an arm around his shoulders. “But I’m sure you already knew that! Shouto told me your favorite video was the switch one he and I did a few months ago!”
Katsuki coughs, embarrassed, and tries to shrug out of Mina’s half-hug. “Erm, yeah?”
“You got taste,” she says and winks.
She lets them go after Todoroki throws her what he probably thinks is a menacing glare. Except the glare makes him look more like an angry cat rather than anything intimidating and Katsuki kind of wants to kiss him again.
They walk by a few more sets and finally get to the last one which seems to be where the day’s shoot will take place. Denki is sitting in a corner, fiddling with his camera and there’s another girl with short purple hair messing around on a laptop. The set is made to look like a kitchen and is decked out like a college party. There are bottles of alcohol lying around and a beer pong set up on the dining room table.
“Hey, Shouto! Is this the new boyfriend?”
Katsuki turns and sees a tall, slim man with shoulder-length black hair that he recognizes from videos as Hanta. He’s standing by the kitchen counter in a black bathrobe — except the bathrobe isn’t tied shut and he’s very clearly not wearing anything underneath.
“Oh my fuckin’ god,” Katsuki rasps out and takes a step back, eyes snapping towards the ground and away from Hanta’s flaccid dick hanging out of his bathrobe.
“Oh goodness,” Todoroki sighs.
“Dude, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Hanta. Shouto’s told me all about you!” He extends out a hand and Katsuki realizes that Hanta is standing right in front of him now, looking at him expectantly, a giant smile on his face.
Katsuki looks up and awkwardly shakes his hand, avoiding eye contact at all costs, staring at the wall behind Hanta instead. “Oh, yeah. I know who you are. I mean, I’ve seen you before. I— I mean, not in person. I didn’t— I mean— oh my fuckin’ god.”
Katsuki kind of wants to get swallowed up by the earth and die. He literally just told the guy he’s dating’s coworker that he’s watched him in porn before.
Hanta lets out a full-belly laugh, loud and hearty. “It’s all good dude, I’m well aware you’ve seen me in videos and that’s all fine with me.”
“Oh… good, I guess?” Katsuki says. He doesn’t know how to respond to that. He feels like he’s in a fever dream.
Katsuki is then introduced to Jirou, who is in charge of lighting and sound and is thankfully fully clothed. Momo comes from the front and takes a seat on what looks like a director’s chair at the edge of the set.
“Alright! Shouto, Hanta, are we ready to start?”
Hanta turns to Katsuki, his gleeful expression quickly turning serious. “Hey, Bakugou, you’re all good with watching this? I know you agreed to come here, but we don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Shouto is all yours, this is all just part of the job.”
Katsuki swallows. He truly doesn’t care that Todoroki chooses to do porn. He may have sex with other people for a living, but at the end of the day, he chose to date Katsuki and that’s good enough for him. He wants to make sure he makes that all very clear. He looks over at Todoroki and finds the other man staring back at him.
“I’m totally fine with this. I understand that this is Todoroki’s job and it won’t make me change my feelings about him.”
Relief floods Todoroki’s face and Hanta smiles at him.
Momo gives him an approving look as well. “Alright then, let’s get to it.”
*
Katsuki is given a chair next to Momo as Todoroki and Hanta disappear to get changed. He watches Jirou fiddle around with the lighting and sound, dimming the lights and making it sound like a party is going on in the next room. He can feel the dull bass of some pop song playing.
Momo leans over to Katsuki. “It means a lot to him, you know. That you’re here. He really likes you.”
A fluttering sensation sweeps through his chest at that comment. “I— good. I really like him too.”
Momo grins at him and she turns her eyes back to the set. “Okay, we all ready?
Both Hanta and Todoroki shout “yes!” from off the set.
“Great! Three, two, one, action!”
It’s quiet, both Mina and Denki are working the cameras and Jirou holds a boom pole above their heads. Suddenly, Hanta and Todoroki burst onto the set, kissing intensely. Hanta is backing Todoroki into the kitchen and they’re all over each other with their hands, mouths, and teeth.
They’re both wearing jeans and plain colored v-necks, the classic uniform for young adult males attending a college party. Hanta backs Todoroki up against the kitchen counter and trails kisses across his jaw and neck. Todoroki gasps and wraps his arms around the taller man, starting a slow grind as Hanta shoves a knee between his thighs. Hanta grips Todoroki’s hair with one hand and yanks, exposing his neck and forcing him to make eye contact. His other hand grips Todoroki’s hip.
“Shouto, are you trying to make me jealous?” Hanta growls, voice low.
Todoroki tries to shake his head, even with Hanta’s tight grip on his hair. “N—no, we’re just friends, he’s in my class, we barely know each oth—”
Hanta’s grip tightens and Todoroki mewls, a high, broken sound that catches Katsuki off guard. He can feel his blood quickly rushing south, he feels a little dizzy.
“He seemed to be getting really handsy with you back there, are you sure you’re just friends?” Hanta releases his grip and licks a stripe from Todoroki’s neck up to his jaw. Todoroki whimpers and Hanta grabs him by the waist, spinning him around and shoving his upper body down against the kitchen counter. Todoroki is facing Katsuki now, his cheek smushed against the countertop as Hanta leans over his back, reaching over to slowly undo the buttons of Todoroki’s jeans. “Answer me,” Hanta growls.
“No, please, I only want you, only want you.”
Todoroki looks beautiful, eyes glazed over, lips slick with spit. The cameras seem to think so as well because Denki brings the camera closer and zooms in on Todoroki’s face.
Todoroki whines as Hanta shoves a hand down the front of his jeans and palms his growing erection. He grinds down against Todoroki’s ass and presses against him even harder. “You only want me, huh? What if I take you right here?” He emphasizes that with a rough thrust, shoving Todoroki forcefully against the counter. Todoroki’s eyes flutter shut. “What if I take you right here, where your friend might walk in and see you?”
Todoroki lets out a choked groan and opens his eyes. He stares right at Katsuki and Katsuki stares right back.
“I want— I want him to see.”
Katsuki’s eyes nearly pop out of his head and he closes his mouth around a moan.
“And, cut!” Momo says.
Katsuki feels like he’s gonna pass out.
*
“That was great, Shouto. Just speak a little louder so Jirou doesn’t have to bring the boom pole down so low. Hanta, remember to keep your hands away from the camera so it doesn’t block Shouto’s face.”
Hanta and Todoroki both nod and push off the counter. It doesn’t even seem like they were dry humping each other just moments ago.
“Alright, let’s prep for the sex now!” Momo says cheerfully.
Katsuki blinks. He didn’t think about the fact that porn isn’t usually shot in one-take. So he’s really not prepared when Hanta casually pulls his cock out of his jeans and starts stroking himself to get fully hard. He’s even less prepared when Mina hands Todoroki some lube and a towel.
“Thank you,” Todoroki says and starts unbuttoning his jeans. He pulls them down to his thighs and leans forward against the kitchen counter. And then all thoughts fly out of Katsuki’s brain because Todoroki warms up the lube and then casually eases a finger into his hole.
What the fuck.
It’s all so casual, Todoroki stretching himself open while Momo walks over to review the script with him. Todoroki looks over and catches Katsuki’s stunned expression. He smiles sheepishly and gives a small wave with the hand that’s not currently in his ass. Katsuki tries to compose himself and waves back.
Todoroki wipes his hands on the towel. “Hanta, can you help me prep?”
“Sure thing,” Hanta says, coming over with a condom in hand and positioning himself behind Todoroki. He slightly taps his cock against Todoroki’s thigh. “You ready?”
“Yep,” Todororki says.
And with that, Hanta rips open the condom, rolls it on with ease, and then promptly pushes into Todoroki without any thought.
Katsuki is pretty sure his soul leaves his body.
“Oof,” Todoroki says, wincing slightly.
Hanta pulls out a bit. “Sorry, Shouto. You okay? Too tight?”
“No I’m ok, just pump a few times.”
And Hanta does, slowly rolling his hips while talking to Denki about what they should get for lunch later.
Todoroki doesn’t even react. Just keeps talking to Momo about what the camera angles will be and when the next scheduled shoot is.
Katsuki feels kind of disoriented and wildly out of place, but it’s strangely comforting to see everyone so close with each other, so trusting of one another.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Todoroki says, and Hanta pulls out, peeling off the condom and wiping himself down on a towel before tucking himself back into his jeans. Todoroki does the same and walks over to Katsuki. Katsuki stands up to meet him.
“Still doing okay? This isn’t too much?” Todoroki asks. He stares at Katsuki intently, searching for any discomfort on his face.
“Nah, I’m all good. I mean, this is probably the wildest thing I’ve ever fuckin’ experienced. But I’m okay.”
Todoroki stares at him for a bit longer. He doesn’t seem to find any signs of lying on Katsuki’s face so he nods and leans down to plant a kiss on the side of his mouth. “I’m glad.”
He walks back to the set and the lights dim again. Momo goes back to her chair.
“Let’s start with part two, action!”
They start where they left off, Todoroki bent over the kitchen counter and Hanta enveloping him with his whole body. Katsuki watches as Hanta goes back to mouthing at Todoroki’s neck as Todoroki writhes beneath him. He rucks Todoroki’s shirt up to his armpits and the other man gasps as he feels the cold marble against his bare skin.
Hanta’s hands grip Todoroki’s hips and yank his jeans and boxer briefs down in one motion, then kneels so he’s at eye-level with Todoroki’s ass. “If you moan loud enough, maybe your friend will hear you from the living room.”
Todoroki glances over at Katsuki and then his eyes widen and a moan tears out of his throat, hoarse and high, and it’s the hottest thing Katsuki has ever heard in his life. Katsuki breaks eye contact for a second to see Hanta fucking Todoroki with his tongue, hot and wet and filthy, and Katsuki can see a full-body shiver go through Todoroki’s body. His eyes find Todoroki’s again and the other man looks back at him through lidded eyes, mouth slack, open in a silent groan.
Katsuki loses track of time, he doesn’t know how long Hanta has his face buried in Todoroki’s ass. All of his blood is currently in his dick and his brain is an empty, deserted wasteland.
He starts to tune out, hoping to will his obvious erection away. He can hear Todoroki’s moans and he starts to imagine what it would be like to be the one pulling those sounds out of Todoroki’s mouth, what it would be like to grip those red and white locks in his hand as Todoroki sucks his cock. Does Todoroki like getting his mouth fucked? Katsuki bets he does.
A loud, guttural moan snaps Katsuki out of his thoughts. His eyes refocus and he’s greeted with the site of Hanta rolling a condom on and slowly rubbing his cock against Todoroki’s rim. Hanta teases Todoroki with the pressure from his tip and pushes in, agonizingly slow. Todoroki tenses up, his harsh breaths quiet as Hanta delivers short, shallow thrusts. He continues the slow place until Todoroki cracks the silence and begs for Hanta to go faster, harder.
Hanta still has his shirt on, his pants around his thighs as he fucks Todoroki deep and slow. Todoroki’s shirt is still rucked up, his pants on the floor around his ankles as Hanta fucks him painfully slow, but not at all gentle.
“F—fuck, Hanta, fuck, I— please, harder, I need—” Todoroki’s begging is starting to sound incoherent and the look on Hanta’s face is absolutely wicked. He puts his hands on Todoroki’s waist and completely stills. “No— no, Hanta please, please I—”
Hanta leans over and speaks directly into Todoroki’s ear, but loud enough for the mic to catch his words. “Only if you promise to be loud, so your friend out there can hear you get ruined.”
Todoroki whines, trying to grind back onto Hanta. The other man tightens his grip on Todoroki’s waist, stilling him. Todoroki lets out a quiet whimper and then stares directly at Katsuki, “I promise, I promise.”
Katsuki feels fire flare in the pit of his stomach.
Hanta straightens back up. “Good boy,” he says. And then he starts fucking pounding into Todoroki, who lets out a shout, voice cracking, eyes still very much on Katsuki.
“Oh—oh fuck,” Todoroki stutters, his back arches as Hanta grabs a fistful of his hair, pulling him back. Todoroki’s hands scrabble against the smooth marble of the counter, trying to grip onto something, anything. “I’m close, close.”
Hanta roughly changes their angle so they’re both still on the counter, but now completely facing Katsuki. Katsuki’s mouth goes dry and he feels like his heart is going to jump out of his chest.
He’s going to die. He’s going to die an incredibly painful and horny death and the cause of death is hearing Todoroki Shouto’s obscene moans as he gets the shit fucked out of him.
Hanta continues to fist Todoroki’s hair and lifts him so that his back arches against his chest. “I want to hear you, I want everyone at this party to hear you. I want your friend to hear you and know how pretty you sound when you get fucked.”
He shifts his hips a little and reaches over to jerk Todoroki off while he pounds into him. The sounds coming out of Todoroki’s mouth started as coherent words, but they’ve quickly devolved into unintelligible moans and pants and gasps. Todoroki looks like he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open, but he continues making eye contact with Katsuki through half-lidded eyes. He’s drooling a little, and Katsuki can tell he won’t last long.
Hanta grips Todoroki’s hips hard and gives one more rough thrust.
Todoroki jerks under him in shock. “O—oh my god,” he screams, bucking his hips, and then he’s coming. His arms slide against the smooth surface of the marble as he tries to grip on to anything as his orgasm rips through him.
Katsuki stares, mouth open and Todoroki stares right back, looking completely fucked out as Hanta pulls out, rips the condom off, and comes all over Todoroki’s back.
Hanta releases his grip on Todoroki’s hair and Todoroki slumps forward, finally breaking eye contact with Katsuki, trying to hold himself up on the kitchen counter. Hanta looks up and catches Katsuki’s eyes. “Yeah Shou, I think you were loud enough for your friend to hear.”
He smirks at Katsuki.
“And, cut!”
Katsuki lets out a strangled noise that barely sounds human.
Momo laughs and pats him on the back.
*
Todoroki and Hanta both push off each other lazily and Mina throws Todoroki a towel so he can wipe all of Hanta’s cum off his back. They collapse bonelessly onto a couch at the edge of the set by Katsuki.
“You better let me shower first, Hanta. I can’t believe you came all over me. You could’ve just kept the condom on.”
Hanta chuckles, “I thought Bakugou would enjoy that bit,” he winks over at Katsuki. “What did you think?”
It takes a second for Katsuki to realize he’s being spoken to — his mind is still fixated on how hot Todoroki looked when he came, so utterly fucked out.
He sucks in a breath to compose himself then lets it all out in a rush. “I think you fuckers are gonna kill me.”
Todoroki laughs and motions for Katsuki to join him on the couch. Katsuki squirms in his chair, his erection very evident in his pants. But he figures it isn’t something he should be embarrassed about, considering what he just watched.
He stands and plops next to Todoroki on the couch and Todoroki immediately leans against him, tucking his head into the space between Katsuki’s neck and shoulder. He’s all loose-limbed, coming down from his orgasm. Katsuki slowly slinks his arm around Todoroki’s shoulders. The other man nuzzles against him like a cat.
Mina comes over and coos at them.
“That was great, guys! I think we have everything we need but I’ll review the footage later today to see if we need to refilm anything,” Momo says, joining them on the couch. She turns to Katsuki. “You doing okay, Bakugou? Do you need any water, need us to give you some space? You’re not too overwhelmed?”
She’s trying to sound nonchalant, but Katsuki can tell she’s trying to gauge how he’s feeling, trying to see if he’s internally freaking out. It makes him feel strangely calm and taken care of.
“Uh, I’m definitely fuckin’ overwhelmed, that was wild to watch. But it was hot, and it’s nice seeing where Todoroki works. And, uh…” Katsuki coughs, looking down and feeling a little embarrassed by what he’s about to say, “And you’re all cool too. And uh, nice. I appreciate you all making sure I’m comfortable.”
He looks up and everyone is staring at him with giant grins on their faces. Todoroki is still tucked against his side, but he can feel the vibrations when he lets out a happy hum against Katsuki’s shoulder.
Denki breaks the silence. “Yo! Baku-bro just called us all cool! That’s like, the best compliment ever! He never called me cool and I’ve known him for five years!”
“You’re still not cool, you fuckin’ dickwad.”
“Aw, come on man!”
Momo snorts, and Mina and Hanta laugh so hard that Denki chucks a bottle of lube at them. Everyone starts splitting off to do their own thing and Katsuki shifts his arm that’s around Todoroki’s shoulder so he can take a look at his watch. Todoroki lets out a displeased grumble for being jostled around.
Katsuki pats him lightly on the shoulder. “Hey, I have to go. I have to meet up with my advisor for lunch in a bit.”
Todoroki looks up, a sleepy smile on his face and nods. “I’ll walk you out, just let me throw on some pants.”
Katsuki tries not to stare at Todoroki’s bare ass as he walks over to a closet and grabs a pair of clean sweatpants. He follows Todoroki back to the front door, waving at Jirou as he passes by and nodding at Momo by the front desk.
He’s about to reach for the door when Todoroki catches him by the wrist and steps in close. “Thank you again for being so open and receptive about this. Means a lot to me that you came.”
“Of course, halfie. Thanks for having me, you looked hot.” He lifts one of his hands to rest gently on the back of Todoroki’s neck, pulling him in and pressing their lips together.
“Mmmm,” Todoroki says when he finally pulls back. “For the record, you’re a much better kisser than Hanta.”
Katsuki barks out a laugh. “I’m a better kisser than your pornstar friend? That’s the best fucking compliment I’ve ever received.” He reaches for the door handle. “I’ll see you later, halfie.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“Bye, Bakugou! You’re welcome back any time!” Momo calls out to him as he steps out.
Katsuki nods back at her and turns around before she can see the giant grin on his face.
*
The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Katsuki grabs lunch with his advisor at the campus dining hall and they discuss his post-graduation plans. He then hunkers down in the engineering building to grade some papers for his professor.
He loses track of time, too absorbed in grading and trying to get it all done before the weekend. He’s completely baffled by how fucking stupid some of the students’ answers are. He’s on the twentieth paper when he reaches for his coffee cup and realizes it’s now empty.
“Ugh, shit,” he grumbles. His eyes are starting to glaze over and he doesn’t want to get up and risk losing his spot or getting his laptop stolen. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket.
Half ‘n Half: Hi, are you free?
Katsuki feels ten times more awake already. Shit, he needs to fucking cool it. He can’t believe a single text can change his mood this much.
BK: unfortunately not, stuck on campus grading papers
Half ‘n Half: Can I come by and keep you company? I’ll bring dinner.
Katsuki’s stomach grumbles loudly. He didn’t realize it was way past his usual dinner time already.
BK: sounds great halfie. my building is the giant glass one to the right of the campus entrance
Half ‘n Half: Cool. Be there in 30.
Katsuki puts his phone down and tries to bring his attention back to the papers, but he keeps glancing at his phone every few minutes to see if Todoroki has texted him again. He gets through one more paper when his phone buzzes and he lurches for it. It’s Todoroki, saying he’s outside the building.
Katsuki steps out and sees Todoroki by the entrance, looking so pleased to see Katsuki again, even though they just saw each other that morning.
His hair is pulled into a loose braid and he’s wearing a sweater with cartoon cats all over the front. He looks stupidly cute. Todoroki walks towards him, slotting their mouths together for a few quick pecks.
He pulls back and holds up a takeout bag. “I brought dinner. It’s katsu curry, I ordered the spiciest level for you.”
Katsuki smirks, “You know me so well already, half ‘n half.”
Todoroki ducks his head and tries to hide a smile. He hands over the bag and Katsuki takes it, motioning for Todoroki to follow him inside the building. He swipes his student ID and shoulders the door open, walking back to the desk and trying to neaten up the piles of papers strewn across the tabletop.
They both sit down and Katsuki opens his takeout box. The smell of spice and meat fills the air and he instantly digs in. He brings a spoonful of curry to his mouth and hums around it.
“This is fuckin’ amazing halfie, you’ll have to take me to the restaurant in person some time.”
Todoroki positively beams.
They eat at the desk and talk about how the rest of Todoroki’s shoot went and what Katsuki discussed with his advisor. Todoroki steals a bite of Katsuki’s curry and nearly hacks out a lung because of how spicy it is. Katsuki cackles while Todoroki fights for his life and a girl studying a table over glares at them. Katsuki flips her off.
He tries to steal a piece of potato off Todoroki’s plate and the other man smacks his hand with his chopsticks in retaliation.
Todoroki stays with Katsuki after they eat, playing random games on his phone while Katsuki finishes grading the last few papers. Whenever Katsuki reads an answer so abysmally stupid, he’ll poke Todoroki and they’ll read it together and laugh until someone else in the building glares at them.
He can see Todoroki staring at him out of the corner of his eye when he thinks Katsuki isn’t looking. Sometimes he looks up and makes eye contact, just to make Todoroki all flustered.
It’s nice and relaxing with Todoroki around — nice to have another body next to him during a late Friday night on campus.
*
It becomes routine for them to pop into each other’s days without advance notice.
Todoroki will text Katsuki randomly, asking where he is and if he’s free. And he’ll appear in under an hour with coffee, Katsuki’s favorite snacks, or a takeout meal for them both. He’ll play on his phone while Katsuki does his readings, or he’ll help him study by quizzing him and reviewing flashcards with him.
There have been plenty of late nights where Katsuki has been stuck on campus grading papers, pushing midnight. But Todoroki will stay to keep him company, running out to refill Katsuki’s coffee for him and just being a solid, calming presence.
Katsuki in turn will show up at the Ultra X studio with boxes of donuts or bagels for everyone. He almost always gets knocked over by Denki trying to tackle him into a hug whenever he walks through the door. He’ll hang out on the side of sets while they film videos and seeing everyone walk around naked doesn’t phase him anymore. Though he did flush a little when Mina came by one time and flashed him to show off her new nipple piercings.
He helps man the front desk sometimes when Momo is busy and occasionally joins the rest of the staff for dinner at the ramen shop. The restaurant owner knows his order now and Katsuki occasionally throws an arm around Todoroki’s shoulders in the booth. Hanta and Mina shoot them knowing looks which they both try to ignore.
Denki must’ve secretly taken a picture of them one night and sent it to Deku because he gets a text from said man over dinner.
Shitty Nerd: you guys are so cute i’m going to barf.
Shitty Nerd: also when are we gonna double date!!!!??
Katsuki reads the texts and then reaches across the table to flick Denki on the forehead.
“Ow! Bro, what the hell?”
“Stop texting Deku, ya fuckin’ dunce.”
*
This goes on for a few weeks, the two of them randomly popping into each other’s daily lives and Katsuki loves every moment of it.
Katsuki is studying in the campus quad one day with Deku and Eijirou. It’s warm and sunny and the three of them are lounging on the grass with textbooks spread around them. Deku is lying on the grass, head pillowed on Eijirou’s lap while the other man distractedly runs his fingers through green, curly hair while reading his textbook.
Katuski is lying on his stomach next to them, completely absorbed in his readings for the week when his phone buzzes. It’s Todoroki saying he’s near campus and he’s going to stop by with coffee and some pastries. He responds and tells Todoroki he’s in the quad with Deku and Eijirou.
“Why are you smiling at your phone, Kacchan?”
Katsuki looks up and sees his two idiot friends looking at him with matching shit-eating grins on their faces. “Wouldn’t ya like to know, shitty nerd?”
“Bro, that was Todoroki, wasn’t it? Is he coming here? Do I finally get to meet your boyfriend?”
Katsuki colors at the word “boyfriend.” It’s true, they’re probably considered boyfriends at this point, considering they’ve been dating for almost a month already. But it feels odd hearing it out loud.
He ignores them and pretends to go back to his reading but it’s hard to concentrate when boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend consumes his thoughts. He manages to get another chapter in but he’s not sure if he retained any of it. It’s like his mind is so full of Todoroki that his brain has deemed any and all other information irrelevant.
“Bakugou, hi.”
He snaps out of his thoughts and is about to stand up, but Deku and Ei beat him to it, shooting up off the grass and onto their feet, in front of Todoroki before he can even blink.
“Todoroki! Long time no see!”
“So nice to finally meet Kat’s boyfriend! I’m Kirishima!”
Todoroki takes a little step back, unprepared for how quickly they got to him, but he smiles and nods. “Hi Midoriya, nice to meet you Kirishima.”
Deku beams and opens his mouth to speak again but Katsuki cuts him off and shoves his dumb friends out of the way. “Move it you losers, you’re crowding him.”
Todoroki’s smile grows wider when he sees him. “I bought you a coffee. And I got pastries for everyone since I didn’t know their coffee orders.”
He hands Katsuki his coffee and holds out a pastry box that Deku and Eijirou immediately go for.
“Thanks, halfie, you didn’t have to get my idiot friends anything.”
“Yeah, fank yew sho much,” Deku tries to get out around a mouthful of croissant.
Todoroki shrugs and reaches out to pluck a blade of grass off Katsuki’s shoulder. “You’re always stopping by and getting me and my friends food. I wanted to return the favor.”
He can feel Deku and Eijirou’s eyes on the back of his head like spotlights.
Todoroki joins them on the grass, plunking down and resting his head on Katsuki’s thighs. He closes his eyes for a nap and Katsuki looks down at him, textbook completely forgotten, choosing to study Todoroki’s sleeping face instead. His silky hair is spread out around him like a halo, his features soft.
He hears a quiet click and looks up to see Deku looking like a deer in headlights, phone in hand, clearly caught taking a photo of the two of them. Katsuki glares and is about to lunge over and tackle Deku to the ground when he remembers he has a sleepy Todoroki in his lap. He settles with flipping Deku off. He can kill him later.
Todoroki naps for about half an hour before his phone rings — it’s Momo telling him to go back to the studio to review some footage for a new video. He gets up sleepily, planting a quick kiss on Katsuki’s lips before waving goodbye to Deku and Eijirou.
Katsuki stares at him as he goes, watching until he disappears around a corner. As soon as his attention is back on his friends, they round on him like fuckin’ vultures.
“So are you guys official, Kacchan?”
“Dude, have you said ‘I love you’ yet?”
“Does this mean you’ll double date with us?”
“Has he spent the night at your place yet?”
“Wait yeah, how’s it been since, you know, you were a little worried about dating your favorite pornstar?”
Katsuki flushes beet red. “You twats are so fuckin’ nosy, my god.”
“Well, Kacchan? Answer our questions.”
Katsuki glares at them but they just look back at him expectantly. He sighs, he knows they’re just excited for him, but Katsuki has always been terrible when it comes to communicating about his romantic relationships, and communicating in general.
“It’s been, uh — it’s been good. I don’t think about the pornstar stuff much. It’s just his job, and I’m used to being around the studio, so it hasn’t affected anything between us. Now stop asking me questions you fucks.”
Eijirou grins at him. “I’m so happy for you, bro! It’s been so long since you’ve been this into someone!” His expression turns teasing. “So is the sex like, super good? Have you learned any new sexy pornstar tricks?”
Katsuki coughs, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. His cheeks flush so quickly he can feel the heat on his face.
Deku clocks the change in his demeanor. “Kacchan?”
“Ugh, fuck. We haven’t, uh… shit. We uh, we haven’t slept together yet,” he gets out in a rush and refuses to look at his best friends. He can feel the two of them staring back at him. “What? I can practically hear the gears in your brain turning just fuckin’ spit it out.”
Deku speaks first, “I mean, the last two people you dated, you slept with them after two dates even though you weren’t that into them. Which is totally fine, but you clearly really like Todoroki. And it’s really obvious he likes you…” Deku frowns. “Obviously you don’t sleep with everyone you date but…”
“But you’re not usually shy about stuff like this, bro,” Eijirou finishes for Deku. “Everything okay?”
Katsuki lets out a loud groan and flops back against the grass. “I can’t believe I’m talking about this with you guys,” he throws an arm over his eyes. “What if Todoroki thinks I’m only dating him because he’s a good fuck? I don’t want him to think I’m gonna hit it and quit it.”
Deku’s eyes soften. “Kacchan, he’s not going to think that. You buy him and his coworkers breakfast like twice a week. And he knows your coffee order and hangs out with you whenever he’s free.”
“Also he literally dedicated a porn video to you, Kats,” Eijirou adds.
Katsuki smacks him on the back of the head with his notebook. “He didn’t dedicate it to me, shitty hair,” he growls out. “It was just… a way for him to wish me good luck on my exam.”
“His way of saying good luck is fucking himself on a dildo that’s your favorite color?”
Katsuki smacks him again even harder this time.
“Okay, okay, Kacchan stop hurting Ei! Anyways, it’s obvious Todoroki really likes you and you clearly return the sentiment. He’s not going to think you’re only dating him to sleep with him.”
Katsuki thinks about it for a bit and shrugs desparingly. “Yeah, I guess so. I just don’t wanna mess things up ya know, it’s all going so well currently.”
“Aw bro, you’re so whipped!”
“Shut it, hair-for-brains. I’m never gonna go on a double date with you and shitty nerd.”
“Nooo, Kacchan!”
*
It’s a Saturday and they’re having another one of their weekly dates, this time at a cat café of Todoroki’s choosing.
Katsuki had spent thirty minutes over text trying to convince Todoroki to choose a different spot because he’d rather gouge his eyes out with a fork than spend hours getting clawed to death by cats. He was in the middle of typing out different date suggestions when Todoroki video called him with a pout on his face, pleading with his stupidly pretty bi-colored eyes. Katsuki could feel what little resolve he had melting to the floor and evaporating into thin air.
Which is how he currently finds himself in a cat café called The Purrrfect Fix. Which would be cute, except he’s currently sitting on the floor with three cats surrounding him from all sides, hissing at him while he scowls right back. Todoroki sits next to him, criss-cross applesauce on the floor with two kittens curled up in his lap and another fluffy cat wrapped around his neck like a scarf.
“Why do these fuckin’ fur demons like you so much, hah? What am I doing that makes me their enemy?”
Todoroki laughs as another cat slinks onto his lap. “You can try smiling at them for one, instead of your signature Bakugou frown.”
Katsuki in turn, frowns at Todoroki. “What’s smiling gonna do, they all hate me regardless. They’re acting like I killed their mother.
A siamese cat hisses at him in response.
“Just smile and speak quietly to them. You have a nice smile, the cats will like it.”
Katsuki stills.
You have a nice smile.
Katsuki’s head spins. Todoroki keeps petting the bundle of cats on his lap, oblivious to the fact that Katsuki is about to have a “shit, I really like Todoroki” induced meltdown.
He sighs and tries to smile, but he’s pretty sure it comes out more like a grimace. He attempts to persuade a tiny orange kitten to come his way. “Uh, hi kitty.” He holds out a treat slowly and the kitten looks at him warily, sharp eyes darting between his face and the treat in his hand. “Here’s a fuckin’ treat for ya.”
The little bundle of fur approaches slowly, backing up occasionally when Katsuki makes any sudden movements. But after a few minutes, it comes close enough to lick the treat out of Katsuki’s palm and even stays to get a few pets. Katsuki smirks in victory as the cat nuzzles against his knee and purrs.
Katsuki looks up in triumph and Todoroki is staring at him, a look of pure adoration on his face and it snatches the air from Katsuki’s lungs, making him feel breathless.
Katsuki lifts a hand and presses a warm palm to Todoroki’s cheek, thumbing the rough skin of his scar. The kitten by Katsuki’s knee startles at the sudden movement and “meows” before darting away, breaking Katsuki from his trance. He drops his hand.
He thinks back to his conversation with Deku and Eijirou. Maybe Todoroki does feel the same way about him.
“Hey half ‘n half, come over to my place for dinner tomorrow.”
Todoroki stills and blinks at him. The cats in his lap meow in disapproval that their source of pets has stopped. “You want me to come over?” He sounds a little shocked.
“Yeah, I’ll cook us dinner, dessert, the whole nine yards.” Todoroki continues staring at him and Katsuki is worried he’s overstepped, moved too fast, freaked Todoroki out somehow. “What? I’m a damn good cook. But if you don’t feel comfortable coming over that’s fi—”
“No, no. I’d love to come over. And have a date. At your place.”
Katsuki nods, trying to stay calm, but he feels like he just ran a marathon, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
“Great, then. Our next date is set.”
*
On Sunday, Katsuki is doing up the buttons of his black dress shirt and lowkey having a panic attack. He feels nauseous and a little sweaty. He should probably put on more deodorant.
In a few minutes, Todoroki Shouto is going to be in his apartment. And maybe even in his bed. But he doesn’t want to think about that, he’s nervous enough already. This date feels so much more intimate. There’s going to be no one else around them, no reason for them to hold anything back, no reason for them to dance around each other. They can abandon all their pretenses, leave them at the door.
Katsuki really fucking likes Todoroki. That is a fact. And he’s pretty damn positive Todoroki is crazy about him too. But there’s a voice in the back of his head that keeps repeating he doesn’t like you that much, he doesn’t like you that much. Katsuki would like to take those thoughts and hurl them into the stratosphere.
He shakes his head, tucking his shirt into a pair of grey slacks, and puts on a pair of silver stud earrings that Deku got him last year. He saves them for special occasions, like weddings. Or wooing Todoroki.
Taking one last look at himself in the mirror, he steps out of the bedroom, gazing around the space to make sure everything is organized. He went into a cleaning frenzy earlier in the day and scrubbed down every surface of his apartment. And dinner is currently baking in the oven. Great. Everything is good.
He ducks back into the bathroom to check on his hair one last time when there’s a knock on the door and he nearly chucks his comb at the mirror in surprise. He skids into the kitchen, lighting a sandalwood scented candle as a last-ditch effort to make the space feel more intimate, and scurries to the front entrance.
He yanks the door open and is greeted with the sight of Todoroki in a tight polo shirt and ankle-length plaid slacks. He looks so goddamn good, like he just walked out of one of Katsuki’s wet dreams.
Katsuki is so keyed up, he just stares at Todoroki like an idiot until he realizes he should probably let him in.
“Hi half ‘n half,” he says dumbly, scuffling to the side. “Come on in.”
Fucking hell, he needs to get it together.
“Thank you,” Todoroki says with a wobbly smile on his face, kicking off his shoes. “Oh, these are for you.”
He reveals something from behind his back.
It’s a small bouquet of orange lilies and Katsuki has to physically stop himself from jumping Todoroki because fuck, how cute is he.
“Wow, thank you. You tryin’ to romance me or something, halfie?”
“Maybe,” Todoroki murmurs, an almost sheepish look on his face.
Jesus, this bastard is going to be the death of him. He takes the flowers and shuts the door, walking towards the kitchen with Todoroki following behind.
He places them on the kitchen counter and bends down to peer through the oven door. “Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes. Can I get you anything to drink? Wine?”
“Wine, huh? Are you trying to romance me, Bakugou?” And it’s Todoroki throwing his words back in his face, teasing, an upward tilt to his mouth.
Katsuki swallows and tries to act casual. “Maybe,” he quips back.
Two can play this game.
Todoroki’s little smirk turns into a soft smile. “Wine would be nice.”
Katsuki nods and motions towards the couch in the living room across from the kitchen. “You can go ahead and take a seat, I’ll bring it over in a second.”
He pours two glasses and enters the living room. Todoroki is looking through his bookshelves, scanning the different textbooks, pictures, and figurines he has on display. He’s looking at a childhood photo of him and Deku. They’re at the park close to their childhood homes — Deku is cheesing at the camera with a superhero figure in his hand, and Katsuki is next to him, yelling at his mom behind the camera. Todoroki sees him coming and accepts his glass of wine.
“You haven’t changed much I see, you were even angry as a child,” he says, teasing.
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t angry in that photo, Deku was just annoying me by being a dumbass.”
“You two have known each other all your lives, huh?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki snorts, “Deku is an absolute thorn in my side.”
“I’m thankful for Midoriya, though.”
Katsuki scoffs, “What the fuck for?”
“Because,” Todoroki answers, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “He introduced me to you.”
Katsuki is stunned. He turns to look fully at Todoroki — he’s blushing, but firmly holding eye contact with Katsuki.
God, this beautiful man. This gorgeous, breathtaking idiot.
He wants to say so many things to Todoroki, tell him he’s so glad they met. So glad Todoroki chose to text him that day, and date him, and care for him.
There are too many thoughts running through his head so instead he blurts out, “You know I told Deku I didn’t want to fuckin’ date anyone?”
He takes a step towards Todoroki and Todoroki doesn’t move back, just stares straight back at him with those devastatingly beautiful eyes.
“He said that you were drop-dead gorgeous and that he’d date you himself if he wasn’t with Ei.”
“Mmmm, he said that?
“Yeah, the fuckin’ nerd said that. But I got you first, yeah?” He’s standing so close to Todoroki now. He’s pretty sure Todoroki can feel the spiky strands of his blonde hair ticking his skin. “Deku may be fucking annoying, but he brought me you, and I think that negates all the dumb shit he’s put me through for the past twenty-four years of my life.”
Now that he’s started talking, he can’t stop.
“Seeing you is always the best part of my day, and you’re so oblivious sometimes it makes me laugh, and you’re so damn beautiful, I can’t believe you want to be with me.”
There’s a few seconds of silence and all he can hear is the blood rushing through his ears and Todoroki’s breathing. Shit, did he go too far, come off too strong?
Katsuki tenses, whole body going rigid. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut. He’s about to open his mouth and blabber something, anything to do some damage control, but then Todoroki is pressing against him, an arm winding around his neck and pressing warm lips against his mouth.
Katsuki kisses back, urgent and deep, relief crashing through him in waves, his head in the clouds. He wounds an arm around Todoroki’s slim waist and a bit of wine sloshes out of Todoroki’s glass and onto the hardwood floor.
“Shit, sorry…”
Todoroki pulls away to presumably clean up the mess, but Katsuki can’t stand being apart, wants his hands on Todoroki, needs to be touching him.
“Mmmf, no don’t, let me just—” Katsuki plucks the glass out of his hand, placing both their drinks on the end table and they immediately snap back together like magnets.
He supposes they are just like two different sides of a magnet, complete opposites that attract. Katsuki is loud, brash, and rough, and Todoroki is soft, refined, gentle. But there’s something bringing them together, pulling them close until they’re one.
Todoroki drags him back and kisses him so hard he can hardly breathe through it. Katsuki pulls back abruptly, leaving Todoroki chasing after his lips.
“I— I just wanna say, shit— fuck half ‘n half,” Katsuki gasps as Todoroki leans forward and latches onto the skin between his shoulder and neck with his teeth, sucking on the bite he created. “Todoroki, wait,” he pulls away again and grabs Todoroki’s chin in his hand, gentle and firm. “I… shit, I’m so fuckin’ bad with words. You’ve become so ingrained into my life. I don’t want you to think I’m only dating you to get you into my bed. I invited you over here tonight because I like you, a whole fucking lot.”
Todoroki leans in and his lips brush Katsuki’s while he finishes his sentence.
“I really like you too, Bakugou. There was never any thought in my mind that you only wanted me because of my job.” There’s a very small smile playing across Todoroki’s lips. “Ever since our first date, you tried your best not to pry into my profession, you let me bring it up in conversations on my own. You’re so respectful to my friends, they all adore you. I want this. I want you.”
Katsuki sucks in a breath.
“And if you don’t kiss me again I’m going to be very upset.”
He doesn’t need to say it again. Katsuki surges forward for another kiss, fingers tangled in Todoroki’s hair, loosening the hairband holding up his bun and letting his soft, silky, locks cascade down his shoulders. Todoroki lets out a low moan, kissing back, hungry and excited, and so eager. He lets his lips part and Katsuki slips inside him, wet and hot.
Katsuki walks backwards slowly toward the couch, pulling Todoroki along with him. The backs of his knees hit the cushions and he goes down, Todoroki following. They don’t break the kiss, Todoroki throws his legs on either side of Katsuki’s lap, hands in his hair, his shirt, whatever he can grab on to.
Deft fingers start unbuttoning his shirt and Katsuki shivers at the cool air hitting his skin. Todoroki tugs the fabric open, running his long, nimble fingers over the tanned skin of his muscled chest, stomach, arms.
“Shit, Bakugou, you’re built like a Greek god.”
A laugh rumbles through Katsuki’s chest. “You know how to flatter, halfie.”
Todoroki tugs Katsuki’s unbuttoned shirt and he gets the hint, raising his arms so Todoroki can pull it off him. Todoroki then grabs at the back of his collar, hauling his own shirt over his head, red and white hair getting messed up by the fabric.
Katsuki runs his own calloused hands all over Todoroki’s bare chest, dipping fingers into the waistband of his pants while Todoroki stares back at him with lidded eyes.
Katsuki ducks down and takes one of Todoroki’s nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing. He presses his thumb against the other and rubs. Todoroki keens and grabs onto Katsuki’s shoulders, his forming erection obvious in his pants. Katsuki is pretty sure Todoroki can feel his hard-on pressing against his ass too.
Katsuki presses up and Todoroki spreads his legs wider as they kiss again, messy and frantic. They move against each other, all friction, breathing their want into each other’s mouths.
He’s about to reach down and unbutton Todoroki’s pants when a beeping sound goes off.
“Fuck, that’s our dinner,” he says gruffly, reluctantly patting Todoroki’s thighs, signaling him to get off so he can keep their food from burning. Todoroki whines and grinds down even harder. “Shit halfie, we’re going to burn the complex down.”
“Screw dinner, it can wait.”
“Someone’s impatient,” Katsuki smirks.
“I really want to suck your dick, but if you’d rather sit at the dining room table together and have a prim and proper dinner, then fine.”
Katsuki gapes at that blunt statement and his cock twitches in his pants.
“Well at least get off me and let me turn off the oven.”
Todoroki smiles triumphantly and moves his legs. Katsuki power walks to the kitchen and Todoroki follows close behind as he turns the oven off.
He turns back to Todoroki. “Bedroom, now. Or I’m going to take you right here on the floor.”
They stumble over to the bedroom, still trying to kiss, nearly going down as Todoroki trips over Katsuki’s legs. But they finally make it and Katsuki tips Todoroki backwards onto the sheets. He lands on top of him and accidentally clacks their teeth together in their haste.
“Christ," Katsuki mutters, spreading a hand wide over Todoroki’s chest and dragging down. His thumb traces the lines of definition between his abs. "I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Why didn’t—” Todoorki shudders and presses up against Katsuki’s touch. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
Katsuki angles his head to the side. "I wasn't sure what you wanted."
Todoroki drops his head back and lets out a frustrated groan.
"How could you not know? The first time you came to the studio, I couldn’t stop looking at you. I was imagining your hands on me instead of Hanta’s.”
“Were you now?” he trails his thumb over Todoroki’s lower lip and presses it there. Todoroki flicks his tongue out across it and takes it into his mouth, scraping teeth over the skin.
Desire settles heavily on Katsuki’s chest, and he’s suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Todoroki slides his fingers under the waist of Katsuki’s pants, teasing the skin low on his stomach. He pushes up onto an elbow, and sets a searing palm on Katsuki’s chest. “I want you on your back.”
"Yeah?" Katsuki returns with a smirk, sharp and wolfish. He rolls onto his back and lets Todoroki push him against the mattress.
Todoroki wastes no time, nudging Katsuki’s legs apart until he’s sitting between them, already sliding his fingers under the waistband of Katsuki’s pants and the elastic of his boxers. He opens the button on his fly, slowly working the zipper down. Katsuki is painfully hard, has been since they started grinding against each other on the couch and Todoroki stripped all thoughts from his head.
Todoroki starts by mouthing against Katsuki’s hip, pressing warm kisses to tanned skin, edging lower by inches. He gently strokes him through the fabric, a lopsided smile on his face, making electricity shiver across Katsuki’s skin. Katsuki arches, pushing up into Todoroki’s touch and drops a hand down to fist at the blankets beneath him.
Todoroki slides along Katsuki’s body and pushes his pants and boxers down together, pulling them off and throwing them to some corner of the room. Katsuki beckons him back in but Todoroki smiles coyly, standing up to take off the rest of his own clothing. Katsuki’s eyes wander down Todoroki’s body. God, he’s ethereal, a slight pink flush running down from his neck to his chest, his skin soft and smooth.
Todoroki catches him staring and makes a show of sliding his pants off, then slithers back up the bed towards Katsuki. He skims his fingers up Katsuki’s bare cock once he’s close enough.
Todoroki’s fingers are warm, soft, and sure, his touches light. Then he gazes at Katsuki, eyes playful and leans down, licking up the underside of his cock.
Katsuki swears viciously, hands flying to Todoroki’s hair and Todoroki moans as he presses his open mouth against him. His mouth is so hot, it’s almost painful. Katsuki throws his head back and closes his fists into the wild mess of Todoroki’s hair as the other man takes him apart.
After some indeterminate amount of time, Katsuki looks down and is gifted with the sight of Todoroki humming around his cock as he continues swallowing Katsuki’s length into his mouth. Katsuki tightens his grip on his hair and Todoroki whines, grinding his own dick against the soft sheets like he’s getting off on it, like Katsuki’s cock down his throat is the best feeling in the world.
Todoroki does something absolutely filthy with his tongue and Katsuki swears, bucking up against his mouth without thinking. Todoroki makes a tight, quiet choking sound and Katsuki’s eyes fly open, going up onto his elbows and reaching toward the other man.
“Shit, sorry, are you okay, I didn’t mea—”
“Do it again.”
“What?”
“I said do it again.”
“A—are you sure?”
Todoroki responds by bringing his hand up to Katsuki’s fingers, tangled in his own hair, and forces his own head forward with Katsuki’s hands, opening his mouth and swallowing his cock whole before pulling back to look up at Katsuki.
“Fuck my mouth, Bakugou.”
And shit, okay. So they’re approaching dirty talk territory. He’s pretty sure Todoroki has heard every line of dirty talk in the book. But this is going to be different, this is going to be unscripted and real and Katsuki feels like he’s going to fall apart.
It takes him a moment to realize that Todoroki has let his mouth go slack around his dick, waiting for Katsuki to take control. He grips his fingers uncertainly in Todoroki’s hair, but Todoroki hums, an impatient sound that makes heat pool warm and low in his gut. He shakily tightens his fingers and pushes Todoroki’s head down all at once.
Todoroki shudders from head to toe and moans, mouth full of Katsuki. He can feel the vibrations from Todoroki’s throat spasming around his cock and fuck that feels so good. He holds Todoroki down for a few seconds then lifts his head back up and the other man gasps for air.
“M—more, Bakugou. Again.”
“Fuck,” Katsuki gasps out and pushes Todoroki down while lifting his hips to meet him. Todoroki makes a desperate whining noise, responding so beautifully that Katsuki is lost. He lowers his hips and presses up again, deeper this time and Todoroki makes another desperate keen, fingers digging into Katsuki’s thighs. Katsuki lifts him off, mesmerized by the way Todoroki looks, hair a mess, lips slick with spit and Katsuki’s precum.
Katsuki sucks in a breath so ragged that it hurts and groans before shoving Todoroki down all the way so that his cock hits the back of Todoroki’s throat, this time holding his head down and fucking his hips up. The noises coming out of Todoroki’s throat turn needy and loud and desperate and his legs start to shake.
“Holy fucking shit, look at you, swallowing me whole,” he starts babbling. “Fuck baby, your mouth is unreal.”
Todoroki’s breath hitches at the word “baby” and he nods, moaning loudly, the vibrations sending a shiver up Katsuki’s spine. Katsuki’s head slams back against the pillow. He reaches for Todoroki's face and pulls him back up into a bruising kiss as Todoroki gasps into his mouth.
“Gonna come in your mouth if you keep doing that, jesus.”
“You can come in my mouth if you want to,” Todoroki rasps coyly, throat fucked raw by Katsuki’s cock.
“Mmm, tempting. But I want to fuck you first.”
Todoroki’s expression turns suggestive and then widens in surprise when Katsuki sits up to grab him by the shoulders and flip them around so that he’s back on top.
He feels like maybe they should move a little slower, savor their first time together, but they’re too impatient, both dying to take each other apart.
Todoroki falls against the sheets with a tiny “oof” and Katsuki lays down on his stomach in front of him, feeling the soft sheets against his front. Todoroki may be taller than him, but he’s slimmer, more lithe, and Katsuki is stronger. He wraps his arms under Todoroki’s thighs, and pulls the other man towards him until Todoroki’s ass is in front of his face.
Todoroki curses loudly before throwing his legs over Katsuki’s shoulders. He stares down at Katsuki through glassy eyes and Katsuki stares back.
“Been wanting to do this since I saw Hanta do it.”
“Wha— oh fuck, Bakugou, shit—”
Katsuki traces the rim of Todoroki’s hole with his tongue, and Todoroki’s head falls back, mouth open. Katsuki pushes his tongue in, thumbs pressing into the meat of Todoroki’s thighs.
He feels a little delirious. He reaches under Todoroki’s legs and lifts his slim waist off the bed, trying to get a better angle. He fucks Todoroki with his tongue, enthusiastically, and Todoroki whines, legs trembling, fisting the sheets and digging his heels so hard into Katsuki’s back it’ll probably bruise.
He eases out and then pushes right back in, reaching down with a hand to slowly push a finger inside Todoroki, just to his knuckle. A sound tears out of Todoroki’s throat, ragged and high, and his hands dart to Katsuki’s hair, gripping tightly, blunt nails digging into his skull.
“Fuck, Bakugou, fuck.” Katsuki pushes his entire finger in, groaning at how easily it sinks in, pumping in and out along with his tongue. “B—Bakugou, fuck, I— please, I need— I need you to— oh fuck—”
Katsuki stops and moves up to lean over Todoroki. God, he looks wrecked — his lips a little swollen and slick with spit from biting them, eyes wild.
“Katsuki.”
“Hmmm, wha—?” Todoroki says eloquently.
“I want you to call me Katsuki.”
Todoroki’s eyes widen and he nods quickly, babbling, “Katsuki, Katsuki,” and oh, he likes that. He likes the sound of his name coming out of Todoroki’s mouth very, very much.
“I want you to call me Shouto, then.”
Katsuki repeats his name back to him without hesitation and Todoroki grins, satisfied, pulling him down for another kiss, painfully chaste compared to the last few. Katsuki leans back and softly kisses the tip of Todoroki’s nose, leaning down to mouth at the edge of his jaw. “What do you want me to do, Shouto?”
Todoroki reaches up and tugs at the silver stud in Katsuki’s left ear. “I want you to fuck me.”
Katsuki shudders as he looks down at Todoroki — his pupils are dilated, dark and eager, like he wants Katsuki to take him apart and devour him. And fuck, that’s exactly what Katsuki intends to do.
He rolls off Todoroki for a moment to grab the lube and a condom from his bedside table. His body feels cold without Todoroki’s body heat under him. He shuffles back and slicks up his fingers with the lube, warming it on his fingers, and drapes his whole body over Todoroki, their faces close. He reaches down and rests a hand on Todoroki’s ass, pulling him open and presses two slick fingers against his hole. Todoroki whines and presses back into him, pulling a knee up to his chest
Katsuki fingers him open like that, while Todoroki whines and circles his hips in an attempt to get more friction.
“Fuck,” Todoroki groans as Katsuki adds a third finger, arms wrapping around Katsuki’s shoulders, gently rocking against the fingers prodding inside him. He’s moaning breathily into Katsuki’s ear. “You stretched me enough with your tongue already, come on.” Katsuki’s hands linger a bit but he ultimately pulls away, sitting up and reaching for the condom. Todoroki lets out a soft breath and puts a hand on Katsuki’s wrist. “I—I’m clean, by the way.”
Katsuki tilts his head, a bit confused. “What?”
“I’m clean. We test. At the studio, every week. In case you were worried. About that.”
Katsuki sucks in a breath. "I’m clean too. Did… did you want me to, not use the condom?”
Todoroki flushes shyly but nods nonetheless. “If you’re comfortable with it. I want to feel you.”
Dear god. Katsuki has to resist the urge to come right then, untouched without ever being in Todoroki’s ass.
“Fuck, halfie. You’re going to destroy me.”
Todoroki lays back down on the sheets, giving him a sly smile. He whimpers as Katsuki grips his thighs and pushes them up to his chest, fitting his hard cock between Todoroki’s ass cheeks, not pushing in yet, just teasing. Todoroki lets out a choked sound.
“Please,” he gasps. “Fuck me, please, Katsuki.”
Katsuki leans in, pushing Todoroki’s legs apart, folding him up even more so that Todoroki must feel the strain of it on his back.
“I’m going to give you everything you want, Shouto,” he whispers, pressing his slick cock to Todoroki’s hole, pushing in slowly, stopping when he gets just the head inside.
Todoroki is slick and hot, and Katsuki can feel when the muscles in Todoroki’s whole body tenses. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead that Katsuki licks away.
“More, Katsuki,” Todoroki chokes out, legs spreading, and pulling Katsuki even closer until he has no choice but to thrust all the way in, balls deep.
Katsuki groans, they’re as close as they can physically be. Todoroki lets his head roll to the side and Katsuki bites at the exposed skin, teeth scraping lightly, remembering not to leave any marks or else Mina, Momo and everyone else at the studio might murder him. He’d like to stay alive so he has more chances to see Todoroki pinned down on his bed like this.
Every touch feels magnified. Todoroki moves his hips forward and down, grinding against Katsuki. It’s unbelievably hot, having this perfect, gorgeous man cradled in his arms.
“Look at you, you’re beautiful like this, half ‘n half.”
Todoroki sobs in response.
Katsuki drags his cock out and Todoroki sighs as he inches back in. He wants to make Todoroki lose control, again, and again, and again, wants to know that he was the cause of it.
He picks up the pace and Todoroki moans loudly, Katsuki’s name falling from his mouth like a broken record. Katsuki leans forward and crashes their lips together. This new angle must cause him to hit Todoroki’s prostate because the loudest moan tears itself out of Todoroki’s throat, muffled by Katsuki’s continuous kisses.
Todoroki is shaking and groaning, pressing down against Katsuki as if he can’t get enough of him. Katsuki growls into Todoroki’s mouth, breathing harshly as he fucks Todoroki into the mattress.
Katsuki isn’t a pornstar. He doesn’t do any “tricks,” for lack of a better word. He’s seen Hanta do some sort of fluid-looking body roll while he fucks Todoroki. Has seen Mina do some complicated move with her fingers that makes Todoroki scream. But Katsuki doesn’t know how to do any of that. He just knows that he wants Todoroki to feel really fucking good, wants Todoroki to feel him, think of him, and think of this for days to come.
So Katstuki leans back and sits on his haunches, grabs Todoroki’s waist and pulls Todoroki down against him hard as he bucks his own hips up.
Todoroki convulses and moans so loudly he’s pretty sure his neighbors can hear it.
“Shit, shit,” Todoroki gasps, writhing in Katsuki’s lap, back arching.
Katsuki does it again, pulling Todoroki roughly against his cock while he thrusts forward and Todoroki’s eyes roll to the back of his head.
Todoroki lets go of his death grip on Katsuki’s shoulders, stretching his arms over his head. He pushes his arms against the headboard, using it as leverage to push himself deeper onto Katsuki’s cock while Katsuki thrusts up. The whole bed rocks as Todoroki meets him thrust for thrust, making him toss his head and arch his back as he cries out for Katsuki over and over.
It’s so fast, so hard, so good, and Katsuki picks up a rhythm. Todoroki continues pushing against the headboard, rolling his hips in time with Katsuki’s, shivering and crying out as Katsuki keeps hitting his prostate. All he can hear is the loud slap of skin against skin as he pulls Todoroki against him, each thrust knocking the air out of both their lungs.
And then Todoroki is finally moaning out, “Katsuki, fuck. I’m gonna— I’m close,” as he starts to go loose-limbed.
Katsuki is so close as well— he feels heat unfurl deep in his belly. He leans over and reaches for Todoroki’s cock. The other man jerks in his lap, crying out. He starts to stroke Todoroki in time with his thrusts and Todoroki twitches around his cock, moaning long and low.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” Todoroki chokes out and reaches down to wraps his own fingers around Katsuki’s grip on him, both their hands slick with sweat and Todoroki’s precum. Katsuki gives one final tight squeeze and Todoroki lets out a high-pitched gasp, eyes blowing wide open as his orgasm rocks through him.
Katsuki moans, raw with desire as his thrusts grow erratic. He leans down and kisses Todoroki hungrily, hips rutting forward. He pulls back, preparing to pull out and come all over Todoroki’s chest but Todoroki makes a humming sound and digs his heels against Katsuki’s hips, keeping Katsuki inside him.
Todoroki breathes, words hitching in odd places as he catches his breath. “Want you to come—in me.”
Katsuki shakes his head, frantic trying so hard not to tip over the edge. “Are you sure,” he gasps.
Todoroki makes a broken sort of noise, then reaches up, wrapping his arms around Katsuki and pulling him against his chest, burying his face in the side of Katsuki’s neck.
“C’mon, fuck, please Katsuki, come inside me.”
Todoroki’s voice is so close to his ear, so breathy and desperate. His hands find Todoroki’s and he laces their fingers together and squeezes. Katsuki kisses him again, their mouths sliding together once more, and he tumbles over the edge, moaning into Todoroki’s mouth as he comes.
“Fuck, Shou,” Katsuki rasps, “fuck, fuck.”
Katsuki stills inside Todoroki, as deep as he can go and reaches down, running a thumb over the slit of Todoroki’s cock, making the other man shiver from the overstimulation.
He leans down and presses light kisses to Todoroki’s collarbones, jaw, lips, and then eases off slowly, collapsing onto his back to Todoroki’s side.
Todoroki immediately curls against him, tucking himself against his chest, intertwining their legs together. Katsuki eases an arm around his shoulders and rubs soothing circles onto his bare skin. He can feel Todoroki’s heartbeat racing against his side.
They just lay there, holding each other, their breaths evening out, coming down from the intensity and reveling in the afterglow. Katsuki feels Todoroki’s soft lips against his chest, his neck, his mouth. He kisses back, tangling his fingers into Todoroki’s messed-up hair.
“Baby,” he mumbles against Todoroki’s lips.
He feels Todoroki smile as he hums contentedly. “You have to call me that all the time now.”
“Mmm, I can do that,” he says, as Todoroki mouths against his jaw, slowly moving lower, pressing kisses against his chest. Katsuki lifts up onto his elbows before Todoroki can kiss any further down and Todoroki pouts. “We do still have dinner in the oven though.”
Todoroki makes a face. “Right, whoops.”
*
They take a quick shower together and Katsuki smacks Todoroki’s hand when he tries to reach lower while scrubbing Katsuki’s back.
They end up changing into comfier clothes. Katsuki lets Todoroki borrow one of his longer sweatpants and a t-shirt with his university’s logo on it. It makes him feel all affectionate and a little possessive, seeing Todoroki in his clothes.
They go back into the kitchen and Katsuki serves them the lukewarm dinner that was almost left forgotten in the oven.
They sit next to each other on the kitchen counter and eat their dinner, occasionally bumping their knees together.
Katsuki grabs his phone from the counter and composes a new text message. Todoroki takes a bite of chicken and peers over his shoulder. “Who are you texting?”
“You’ll see, halfie.”
A minute later, Todoroki’s phone vibrates next to him.
New Group Chat: Deku Fucking Sucks
BK added Half ‘n Half, Shitty Nerd, and Shitty Hair to the chat
BK: alright fuckers, when’s this double date happening
Todoroki looks up and his eyes crinkle in a way that’s so utterly sweet. He grabs the front of Katsuki’s shirt and pulls him into a kiss, chaste and soft and so full of promise.
Both their phones buzz at the same time.
Shitty Nerd: SHUT UP KACCHAN ARE YOU SERIOUS?????
Shitty Hair: BROOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
“I’m going to suggest another cat café for the double date,” Todoroki says, poking Katsuki in the cheek.
“Don’t push it, halfie.”
Todoroki grins and knocks their ankles together. Katsuki is smiling before he realizes it, chest tight and heart incredibly warm. His phone continues to go off in his hand.
He opens up Todoroki’s contact info and adds a cat emoji next to “Half ‘n Half.”
Todoroki smiles and kisses him.