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Katsuki slid the bathroom door open and Deku nearly knocked him over in his mad dash to take his place. He had one hand between his legs and was hopping from foot to foot while he used the other to fuss with the buttons on his jeans.
Katsuki gave him an easy smile before sliding the door shut. The nerd was arguably too good at staying hydrated when they went out. He took another step forward, feeling the floor rock beneath him. But before he could get worked up about it, soft arms were being wrapped around his waist.
Round Face.
“Whadd’ya want?” The words came out harsher than he intended through the fading drunkenness.
“Awww, babe.” Ochako pulled him closer and he could feel the wetness of the fabric on his back dampen her front. “I’m just saying goodnight since Tsu and I are splitting.”
Katsuki snorted. He was happy for his friends, even if he was going to miss them in bed. But alas, liking the feel of Tsu’s tongue was no reason to stand in the way of what was blossoming into true love.
“Okay.” Katsuki laid his arms over Ochako’s, giving her a slight squeeze. “Have fun.”
“You know we will.” Ochako kissed at the base of Katsuki’s neck. “Tsu sends her love, yeah?”
Katsuki nodded. “Anyone else leaving?”
“Shoto’s in the living room, as usual, but the rest of them are eagerly awaiting your return.”
“Okay, yeah,” Katsuki breathed out, his heart quickening half a step in his chest.
He knew that he was safe. That these people were his friends. That they deeply cared about him. They had had every experience they could together and come out the other end stronger for it. They had saved the world together for fuck’s sake. Logically he knew that he could ask for help, lean on these people…but the first moment of leaning in to do so was still often nerve wracking.
“Will you drop me off?” Katsuki asked.
Ochako let her arms fall and moved to his side, lacing her dainty fingers with his sweaty digits. For years he’d worried about accidentally setting his quirk off with this much sweat already existing and even more building as he held another’s hand, but the easy way Ochako trusted him made him trust himself too.
The hallway blurred as Katsuki passed through and before he knew it they were standing outside the door of Mina’s bedroom.
“You’re going to be great,” Ochako assured him before floating herself just a few inches off the ground to plant a kiss on his cheek.
She opened the door and Katsuki was immediately met with a round of whooping and hollering at his arrival. Sure enough, everyone expected was there. Ei and Mina were making out while Denki played with Hitoshi’s hair in his lap and Hanta casually stroked one hand over his obvious erection as he watched both couples. That just left Izuku, who was, presumably, still in the bathroom.
“There’s our boy,” Hanta cooed. “How are you feeling?”
Katsuki took a moment to check in with himself.
Physically, he was exhausted. A long day at work followed by a long night on the dance floor had left every muscle he had aching. The buzz of the vodka shots he’d been pounding had mostly worn off, but he hadn’t quite yet developed the headache that came with that.
Mentally, his brain was stepping though the same dance it always did before he did this. Vulnerability was something he’d learned through practice and there was no place safer to continue to practice it than in bed with this friends. His friends who wanted him to feel cared for and make sure he drank enough water and didn’t want him to have nightmares.
He lowered one knee to the bed as he settled on the response he wanted to voice to his friends. “Ready to be horizontal.”
Katsuki gave Hanta a small smile and got a face-splitting one in return. Then, he turned his gaze to Eijirou. Eijirou who had removed his tongue from Mina’s throat and was leaning back on his palms.
Unless it was his turn to be last, Katsuki always preferred Ei have him first. Eijirou was gentle, affectionate and a great kisser. He made Katsuki feel sexy and wanted and he never failed to calm any lingering nerves. Because as many times as he had done this (as many times as they had all done this together) Katsuki always suffered from a spark of “is this really a good idea?”.
Ei made it easy to answer yes. As unbreakable as he was on the battlefield, he was equally soft in bed and the way he was now lifting one arm to make grabby hands at Katsuki was infinitely reassuring.
Katsuki lifted his other knee onto the bed, then tipped forward so he could start crawling towards his best friend. An anonymous hand groped at one ass cheek while the other was treated to multiple light slaps.
Katsuki ignored it all as he continued forward, crawling right over Ei and flattening him onto the mattress in the process. He then let himself collapse on top of his best friend, burying his face in Eijirou’s neck as four distinct hands stroked over his ass and legs. Ei gave him a second to settle, then moved his hands onto Katsuki’s body, rubbing everywhere he could reach.
“Did you have a good time out tonight?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki breathed out. “Nice to let loose, you know?”
Katsuki could feel Eijirou’s answering laugh as much as he could hear it, the muscles rippling under his skin. Katsuki shifted his hips, making sure his forming half-chub could harden against Ei’s.
“So are we going to talk about the absolute cutie Kats was dancing with that random blond while the rest of us were still sitting in a booth drinking?” Mina chimed in.
“Ugh,” Katsuki groaned, though he continued to harden at the thought. He’d only taken a break from full arousal to piss. He’d been horny the whole night and the blonde stranger had really been doing it for him.
“The cute ones always go for Kacchan.” Denki added.
“No shit it’s cuz I’m hot as fuck.” Katsuki privately pressed his body into Eijirou’s for emphasis. “What do you all expect when you send me out there all alone?”
“As I recall it was less us sending you and more you berating us for being too lame for shots, taking three and then attaching yourself to the first available person.” Mina ruffled a hand through Katsuki’s hair.
“So,” Hitoshi said. “Who cares? Some guy who was hot and available and a good dancer warmed Kats up for us. Still an extra in Kats’s eyes, right babe?”
Katsuki pushed his face deeper into Eijirou’s chest earning him a squeeze around his waist before grumbling his agreement. As much as he lived and breathed for this attention, it was still embarrassing.
“Aww, don’t tease, Toshi,” Mina said.
The half-chub he’d developed from cuddling with Ei had fully developed. “Good thing he won’t listen, huh?” Eijirou grabbed at his ass, rocking Katsuki down against him to press their erections together. “That we all know how much you love it?”
The conversation must have continued around them but Katsuki was instantly lost in the slow, sensual rhythm that Eijirou had set for them. Years of practice made Eijirou an expert on how to keep Katsuki at the edge without sending him over.
Time was meaningless until Ei tapped twice on his hip, a signal that he needed a break. When Katsuki lifted off of him, Eijirou looked…wrecked. His skin was flushed from his face down to where it disappeared into his v-neck and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.
“You really did a number on him.” Mina said, reaching one hand out to Katsuki, asking to pull him into her lap.
Katsuki went easily, straddling her and hooking his ankles around her back. Ei was soft, but Mina was softer. With the bonus of fantastic tits that he both wanted to suck on and bury his face into. She tilted his chin up for a kiss and Katsuki easily complied.
Last time they’d gone out, Katsuki finished inside of Mina, stuffing her like a donut as she rode him within an inch of his life. Katsuki had felt guilty for passing out before she finished, but between then and now, he’d more than made up for it, having eaten her out half a dozen times. Mina also had a fantastic cunt. The kind Katsuki could get lost in for hours.
The sound of the door was followed by shuffling, then relatively silence other than the wetness of Katsuki and Mina’s kiss.
“Holy shit Izuku, did you not make it?” Hanta’s voice was laced with amusement, shock and arousal.
Katsuki didn’t turn to look, preferring to continue making out with Mina, but he could imagine. Izuku was wearing light wash jeans so there was no way it wouldn’t be obvious if he wet himself.
“C’mere,” Hanta offered as Mina broke the kiss, turning Katsuki around so he could watch the unfolding scene.
As expected, the fabric around Deku’s crotch was a few shades darker, betraying his accident. The wetness was strangely blotchy though, like he’d unsuccessfully tried to fix it with a hair dryer but had given up half way through.
Mina slipped a hand up the front of Katsuki’s loose-fitting tank to idly play with a nipple as they both watched Hanta pull Izuku into bed. Hanta grabbed at Izuku’s crotch, conspiratorially locking eyes with Mina as he whispered something in Izuku’s ear.
“Mina-kun?” Izuku’s voice was shaky.
“What is it, Zuzu?”
“Hanta’s proud of me for staying hydrated even if that meant getting my pants a little wet. It’s important to stay hydrated when we’ve been drinking.”
“Well, I haven’t been drinking,” Mina mused, as though this gave her something to think about. “But since we are in my room I suppose I should be a good host and keep my guest hydrated…Say, Izuku…if I lent you a pair of my shorts, would you bring me a gallon of water along with some cups.”
Katsuki only noticed Izuku’s return because Mina pulled her hand out of Katsuki’s shorts to accept a cup and straw. He whined at the lack of contact, but it was probably for the best that he had a break, he’d begun leaking precum onto his friend’s hand.
“C’mon Kats. Don’t pout.”
Katsuki wasn’t pouting. Well, he wasn’t pouting before. Now he was definitely pouting, lips pursed, arms crossed and eyes shooting daggers back at Mina.
“How about some water?” Mina jiggled the cup back and forth in front of him.
Katsuki was thirsty. And the last time he’d had water was before they’d left the club. Mina lifted the cup in front of his face, nudging the straw against his lips. Eyes still narrowed, he opened his mouth to capture it and suck down the water.
Katsuki was rewarded by Mina’s using her free hand to tweak one of his nipple. He whimpered and kept drinking until the whole glass was drained.
“Good boy, Katsuki,” Hanta praised. “Wouldn’t want you waking up hungover, would we?” Wouldn’t want Katsuki unable to indulge Hanta’s piss kink later was probably closer to the reality of what he meant, but Katsuki did also want to avoid a hangover.
Before he knew it, the glass was full again, and for the second time, Katsuki slurped it down, egged on by Mina’s touches. With his second glass of water done, Katsuki cut his eyes at the booty shorts Izuku had borrowed. His ass always looked good, but especially now with the way he was pushing it in the air as he bent himself over Denki’s lap. “You look comfy.”
“It was an accident,” Izuku whined. That wasn’t necessarily what Katsuki was trying to reference, but perhaps the rest of the group had been stuck on the topic while he was busy being babyed by Mina.
“Deku. We grew up together. You don’t have to convince me.”
Izuku sat up, pressed his lips together in a pout, then made eye contact with Mina over Katsuki’s shoulder. “My turn.”
“All yours,” she smiled. “I’ve been wanting to shove a toy up my cunt, but it’s so hard to let this one go when he’s available.”
Izuku squeezed Denki’s cock goodbye then crawled over, replacing Mina in her spot between Katsuki and the headboard.
“Hey Kacchan.” Izuku ran his wet tongue along the crease connecting his ear to the rest of his head. He didn’t even know people could sweat there before Izuku. Katsuki’s clothes were still sweat-damp, though not as soaked as they were when they all left the club. He liked to make himself available to Izuku early in the rotation, so he could fully enjoy his fresh musk.
He could hear the shaky inhale as Izuku lowered his face, subtly pressing his nose against the right edge of Katsuki’s back, as close as he could to his armpit without looking like he was sniffing Katsuki’s armpit, which he was.
It took him a while to pick up what exactly Deku wanted from him, but as soon as he did, he was more than happy to indulge it. By now it was practically a ritual for Katsuki to casually “forget” his sweaty shirt in a place Izuku could casually pick it up from.
Most times it would come back to him the next day smelling like Deku’s lavender laundry detergent though one time it came back covered in crusty cum. Katsuki had added his own fresh cum before throwing it in the laundry.
Katsuki was sure that time was an accident on Izuku’s part. Izuku had been the last one to leave that night and the next morning he’d been panicing looking for something he left in the room, though he wouldn’t say what it was he was looking for. Katsuki reassured him that it would turn up eventually, casually mentioning that he was also missing something: his shirt. Izuku calmed down just enough after that to confirm that he was, in fact, trying to intercept said cum-crusted shirt.
One day they might communicate enough for Katsuki to tell shitty Deku just how much he liked this game, but in the meantime this was enough. Some days, Katsuki wished he could just admit to his kink in front of the group. If he did, Katsuki would eagerly allow him to lick his armpits the same way he did the back of his ear.
As things stood, Deku was sending shivers down Katsuki’s spine by licking up his neck. It was divine. Katsuki tilted his head to one side to make the long cord of his neck more easily available.
“You wanna suck my cock, pervert?”
“Please,” Deku breathed as he slid down Katsuki’s body to undo the button and zipper on his shorts, using a bit of One for All to power him up enough to lift Katsuki with one hand and drag them halfway down his thighs.
Katsuki loved how eager Deku was. Almost too much. He guided Izuku’s hands to the base of his cock, instructing him to squeeze. Then he watched, rapt, as Izuku slowly lowered his mouth over Katsuki’s length. He had to fight to keep his hips pinned down to the bed.
“Here.” Mina was handing him another glass of water. “Might be a decent distraction if you don’t want to cum yet.”
Distraction was one way to put it. Katsuki really struggled to get off when he had to go. So much so that his cock would easily soften if he told it his bladder needed to empty itself.
Katsuki drank the water down all too quickly and was about to ask for another when he heard his name across the bed.
“Kats?” Denki’s voice was wired and desperate.
“What?” Katsuki meant to snap, but a particularly good lick had the word coming out much softer.
“I’m gonna cum soon. Can I use your mouth?”
“Fuck yeah.”
He and Denki had done and still did one-on-one time, but Katsuki had noticed that his friend particularly thrived in situations directly involving three or more people.
Denki stood on the bed, leaning his arms against the wall behind Katsuki as if his horniness was making it hard to support himself without it.
Katsuki searched with his mouth, much like he’d done with straws earlier, until his lips found and wrapped around Denki’s darling dick. It was short enough Katsuki could fit it all in his mouth and girthy enough to really satisfy his tongue with it’s weight.
All three men moaned in unison as Deku licked at Katsuki’s tip and the vibrations from his moan teased Denki.
“Please,” Denki begged. “I need it.”
Katsuki nodded his chin up as if to say “fuck me” and Denki interpreted it flawlessly, moving one hand behind Katsuki’s head, then thrusting his hips forward.
He wasn’t kidding about being close because two shaky thrust’s later, Katsuki’s senses were being filled with the tangy taste of Denki’s cum. He pushed Deku off, worried he himself might follow suit.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Denki chanted as worked his way through the orgasm, rocking into Katsuki’s face.
Izuku massaged at Katsuki’s leg as Katsuki eased himself back from the edge of how hot it all was.
“Gotta piss too,” Denki whined.
Katsuki spit him out. “Hanta!”
Hanta pulled his mouth off Hitoshi’s nipple, snapping his head over and before Katsuki could explain, Denki was pissing a sharp jet into his mouth, first from a few inches above, then almost immediately with Hanta’s lips wrapped around him so he could swallow continuously.
While that was all happening, Izuku had rearranged himself to Katsuki’s side. “Super hot, right,” Izuku whispered into Katsuki’s ear.
It was impossible to disagree.
Needing a small break from stimulation, lest he accidentally fall over the edge of orgasm, Katsuki pulled up his bottoms and then cuddled up to his childhood friend, lacing their hands together while they watched the rest of their friends enjoying each other.
Katsuki’s eye was particularly drawn to Eijirou and Mina. Mina was sitting on Ei’s face, the toy she’d apparently gotten and used while he wasn’t paying attention laying on his bare stomach. While Ei’s shirt was hiked up, his pants were pushed halfway down his thighs, putting his angry red cock on full display.
Despite not having had the foresight to put in a plug, Katsuki was still tempted to sit on his cock. Ei deserved to be crushed. Katsuki shook the thought away. He and Ei were patrolling together next week which meant more than a little shower sex. Even better, it was an easy district. Which meant that back alley blowjobs were not out of the question.
Hit attention was pulled away by a dull pain throbbing low in his gut. “Ugh. I gotta piss,” Katsuki half-whined, half-pouted under his breath.
“Hanta can help, yeah?” Izuku whispered back.
While some of the others had peculiarities or preferences that were made known exclusively to Katsuki, everyone knew Hanta’s deal: bondage and piss. Normally at the same time, but when lack of sobriety took the option of together away, he was more than content with just the latter.
After helping Denki relieve himself, Hanta was back on Hitoshi’s chest, playing with his nipples. It was one of the few preferences Toshi and Katsuki shared.
Izuku nudged his shoulder as if to encourage him.
“I was thinking of using the toilet.” It was a half truth. Of course Katsuki always considered it. Going to Hanta with a full or full-ish bladder rarely resulted in anything other than humiliation…which Katsuki could never decide if he wanted until he was actively getting off on it. “Wouldn’t want things to get worse while I waited for him.”
Last time they were in Hanta’s bed, instead of helping him relieve himself in a dignified way, Hanta had sprawled Katsuki across the middle, fully clothed and pressed down hard over his bladder until he leaked. He forced Katsuki to wet the bed and then instructed him to take his clothes off, fold them with the wet side visible and leave them in the middle of the bed as a reminder of the “pathetic mess” he made.
Katsuki could feel his cheeks warm just thinking about it.
“How bad do you have to go?” Izuku asked.
“It’s hard to tell since I’ve just been drinking a lot of water, but if I had to guess, maybe a seven out of ten?”
“So there’s no way you’re going to be able to hold it ’til morning.”
“No-pe,” Katsuki popped the p, pulling Hanta’s attention.
Hanta replaced his mouth with his fingers, rolling Hitoshi’s nipple. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you,” he threatened.
“Cuz you haven’t had enough piss for one night,” Hitoshi quipped.
Katsuki’s cock twitched, but didn’t harden—a clear sign that at this point, he was going to have to take care of his need if he wanted to get off.
“I haven’t had any Kats tonight,” Hanta said. “Speaking of which…” He crooked a finger at Katsuki.
Izuku gave Katsuki’s arm a squeeze. “You’re going to do great.”
Katsuki crawled towards Hanta, dread sinking deeper into him as Hanta pulled a clear liter-sized water bottle off the side table, slowly unscrewing the lid.
Katsuki could see where this was going and he did not like it.
“Are you sure I can’t go to the toilet?” Katsuki asked as he settled between Hanta’s legs, his back to the other man’s chest.
Hitoshi snorted beside them, earning him a playful, chastising slap from Hanta.
“Yes,” Hanta said. “I need to make sure your urine color indicates you’re properly hydrated and I don’t want to get out of bed. Besides, don’t you want everyone to see what a good job you’ve been doing staying hydrated after all those shots?”
Katsuki did want everyone to see what a good job he’d been doing.
“But what if I get too shy to go?” It had happened about a month ago. Katsuki was too nervous to let go and so desperate he ended up doing a potty dance in Hanta’s lap, his flaccid dick bouncing off the inner edges of the bottle.
“You’ll get so squirmy you’ll make me cum in my pants and when I recover I’ll hold you still enough and tickle you and press on your bladder until you don’t have a choice.”
And then everyone would praise him for letting go when it was so difficult for him.
“Okay,” Katsuki conceded.
“Are you feeling pee shy today?”
Katsuki crossed his legs. “A little. I just—it was embarrassing to watch everyone tease Izuku for his accident.”
“You aren’t going to have an accident. And you like being a little embarrassed.”
Case in point, Katsuki was blushing.
“I, for one, really want to watch you piss,” Hitoshi said. “Especially with this front row seat.”
“Maybe we could even let ‘Toshi hold you a little,” Hanta said. “What do you think of that?”
“I’d like that.” Katsuki shifted his hips. The water was really starting to catch up with him.
“And we won’t announce it until you’ve got your stream going.”
Katsuki nodded. Less eyes would help and as hot as it was, he really didn’t need a repeat of last time.
“Wanna get yourself out for me?”
Katsuki nodded again, undoing the front of his shorts then pushing them down his thighs alongside his boxers.
“Such a pretty cock,” Hanta praised. “Can’t wait to see it piss for me.” He moved the bottle in front of Katsuki, gingerly lifting his soft cock and pointing it in. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”
He closed his eyes and focused on squeezing out the piss. For a horrifying moment Katsuki was genuinely worried, he wasn’t going to be able to make anything come out…but then he felt it. The liquid flowing down then pattering out against the plastic.
“Good boy, Kats,” Hanta cooed. “You’re doing such a good job doing your pee.”
The phrasing made Katsuki feel like a toddler being potty trained.
“Keep going,” Hitoshi encouraged. “You’ve got a lot to get out.”
The coaxing was as calming as it was humiliating to know he craved it. It helped the steady trickle build up to a continuous stream.
“That’s it,” Hanta said.
Katsuki could feel Hantas erection straining against his low back. Hanta had been going soft when Katsuki first arrived in his arms, so the physical response alongside his words was encouraging.
Hanta maneuvered him to his knees. “Hey everyone! Our boy Kats is taking a leak.”
The various activities happening around them halted in an instant as everyone turned to watch him. There was a second of silence, then everyone was chiming in with their thoughts.
“Look at that color!” Mina exclaimed.
“So manly,” Kirishima said.
“So much lighter than my piss,” Deku said.
“Wish I could drink it,” Denki said.
“Can I hold?” Hitoshi asked.
Katsuki nodded his agreement.
Hanta continued to hold the bottle but passed Katsuki’s cock to Hitoshi. “Look what a good job you’re doing. All of our friends agree.”
Katsuki whined, unable to look at anyone without noticing their eyes were glued lower. Katsuki could never decide if he wanted to look down himself.
“He told me he was a seven out of ten before he went to Hanta, so it’s not surprising how fast he’s filling up the bottle.” Deku casually told Denki as they stroked each other.
“I gave him three glasses since we got into bed and he drank them all,” Mina said.
“I mean, you can tell by the color, Kats is amazing at staying hydrated. When we shower together after patrol the color of the liquid pooling at the drain never gives him away.”
Okay, now he had to look. Katsuki shifted his eyes down to find the bottle about half full with a pale yellow liquid. He couldn’t believe he was letting go like this on display for all his friends. His stream waned.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” Hanta whispered into his ear as he wrapped a large hand around Katsuki’s waist. “Want you to get it all out so you need less bathroom trips in the night.”
Leaving the bed could be difficult with so many of them in it, so most of Katsuki’s friends preferred to use a bottle over night. Actually all of Katsuki’s friends, he was the only one that insisted on using a toilet.
Hanta pressed down over Katsuki’s belly and he closed his eyes, focusing on relieving his bladder.
“He’s so cute when Hanta helps him piss.”
“He’s cute every time he pisses.”
“I’m almost done,” Katsuki announced. He kept his eyes closed as his stream slowed back into a trickle, slowly pettering out.
Katsuki let his body remain calm as Hitoshi gave him a shake and then took him from Hanta.
“All yours,” Hanta said. He kissed Katsuki’s cheek. “You did amazing, baby. And whatever Toshi’s got coming for you, you deserve it.” He took a large swig from the bottle Katsuki just finished relieving himself in then offered it to Denki.
Now in Hitoshi’s arms, Katsuki could feel his erection against his lower back, though unlike Hanta’s it wasn’t hidden by so many layers of clothes. He was less shy about being naked.
“Thank for letting me hold you.” Hitoshi’s tone was conversational as he massaged around Katsuki’s crotch, slowly coaxing him back to hardness. “You’ve got an amazing cock and I love feeling any kind of liquid rush through it.”
“You’re so embarrassing,” Katsuki whined.
“I’d say what’s embarrassing is being such a good boy in bed for your friends when the whole world thinks you’re an angry little spitfire.”
“Mmmph…” Katsuki thrust up into Hitoshi’s hand.
“Eager. I love it.”
Since he’d been edging himself all night, it didn’t take long for Katsuki to get right back to desperate and leaking. Sure, it was fun to fool around in bed together, keep each other company as they sobered up, make sure they each drank enough water to avoid hangovers, but it was time.
Katsuki had been torturing himself long enough and it was Hitoshi’s turn to make him cum. “Wanna finish.”
“How do you want it gorgeous?” Hitoshi’s voice was low and melodic and when Katsuki twisted to make eye contact, he could see the lust mounting in real time.
Katsuki pivoted in Hitoshi’s lap so he was facing the man then moved in closer to trap their matching naked erections between their stomachs. He canted his hips backward then forwards, pulling a delightful whimper from Hitoshi’s lips. The man was always so goddamn composed that it felt like a small victory.
“What if you and your boytoy did it together?” Katsuki punctuated his suggestion with a thrust. He had a slightly more specific pitch, but he had to build to it. He leaned and quieted his voice so he could be sure only Hitoshi could hear. “You think I didn’t notice you and Dunce Face in the club?” Hitoshi had been facing the wall, but Katsuki instantly recognized the blank look in Denki’s eyes immediately before he came in his pants.
“You what?” Hitoshi sounded dazed himself. “Fuck. You saw that and you’re embarrassed about a little piss?!”
“You already know I think it’s hot.” Hitoshi had gotten Katsuki off using his quirk exactly once before. About a month ago. They’d been in the middle of villain fight, Katsuki had been hit with a lust quirk and Hitoshi jerking him off behind a dumpster wasn’t doing it fast enough. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Hitoshi, it didn’t escape Katsuki’s notice how much his friend seemed to like it.
“Do I?”
“What did you think I was referring to when I told you I couldn’t stop jerking off to what happened during our last mission. Cuz it sure as fuck wasn’t the dumpster alley’s ambiance.”
Hitoshi’s eyes widened. “So you want me to…now?”
“Ideally while Denki’s sending sparks up my balls, yes.”
“Holy shit.” Hitoshi smiled, briefly pressing his eyes closed. Then, he found his boyfriend’s eyes across the room. “Denks! Wanna help me finish off Kats?”
Time slowed down as Denki nodded, then crawled his way over, muscles rippling as he did.
“Kats was thinking you could quirk his balls,” Hitoshi continued.
“Hell yeah!”
It was actually going to happen. Katsuki’s heart beat in double time with anticipation. It was all he could do not to squeal as Denki cupped his balls and Toshi wrapped a calloused hand around his cock, presumably to distract from the true source of Katsuki’s orgasm.
“Are you ready?” Hitoshi asked.
Katsuki took a deep breath in, then breathe out his answer. “Yes, please.” Katsuki’s brain softened, the quirk washing the thinking out of him until all that was left was feeling. The air on his skin. The heat of the bed warmed by friend’s bodies. The metaphorical and literal shocks of arousal originating where Denki was fondling his balls and crackling up his spine.
“Cum,” Hitoshi commanded.
And he did.
The orgasm seemed to last forever and it was somehow even better than Katsuki had remembered to have it ripped out of him by Hitoshi’s quirk.
“Thanks,” Katsuki managed to mutter through his daze.
“No problem.” Hitoshi smirked. “That’s what friends are for.”