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2006
Touya is 17. Katsuki is 15.
It didn’t take long for Katsuki to get the hang of kissing.
It took even less time for him to get very good at making out.
After that first night, when they’d kissed on the porch at Katsuki’s request, Touya had worried that maybe that had been a step too far, an irrational move on his part to give in to Katsuki’s demands. He’d worried that things would be awkward, that they wouldn’t be able to share a bed without one or both of them trying to put up some kind of boundaries.
But… nothing much had changed.
They didn’t even talk about it the next morning, and for a few days Katsuki relented on his clinginess enough that Touya felt he’d gotten what he’d wanted out of the experience. And it wasn’t as though Touya had hated it. He hadn’t hated it at all, he just didn’t know what to do about it now. Now that they’d opened that gate, now that they’d started something that hadn’t been part of their dynamic before.
The next time they’d kissed, it had been so casual Touya wasn’t even sure either of them had realized they’d done it til he was halfway down the road. He’d woken Katsuki up to tell him he was off to work, and Katsuki had dragged him close and planted a kiss on his cheek before sleepily mumbling something and falling back into slumber.
So, when he’d come back, he’d kissed Katsuki on the cheek too.
Then it just became something they did, the same as how they walked around the tiny room half naked after a shower, or crawled into bed together and wrestled about til they found a comfortable spot on the lumpy mattress. There wasn’t really emotion attached to it per se, it just… existed. A comfort for the two of them to share and offer when they felt like it.
Their banter turned more flirty, too. Double entendres shot back and forth between them from across the room or over text message when one of them was out. It made something warm and giddy bubble up in Touya’s belly and he found he didn’t want to ignore it or hide from it. It was there, slowly growing roots and settling in for the long haul.
One night Katsuki joined Touya in front of their room and snatched his cigarette from him to take a drag. He’d ended up coughing up a lung, with Touya similarly doubled over from laughing so hard. What could he do to ease the poor guy’s ego than kiss him and reassure him that just because Touya smoked, it didn’t mean Katsuki had to start.
One night, Touya had grabbed one of Katsuki’s shirts to wear to work and the kid had snagged a fist in the front of it and kissed Touya so hard against the door they’d almost toppled through it. Touya had left on unsteady legs, feeling a little excited and a lot turned on. He’d actually had one of the best nights ever, income wise, and he was pretty sure it was because he looked like he’d won the lottery and was out celebrating.
The fact of the matter was that they were teenagers, and they were horny. In Touya’s case, he had an outlet that was literally his job, but in Katsuki’s… well, the kid was definitely picking up what Touya was putting down and giving him a run for his money in the come hither department. He also started to get adorably pouty on nights Touya went off to get some extra dough and intel from Giran, which Touya found he could quell pretty quickly with a hot and heavy make out session upon his return.
It was… working. It was fine. They were fine.
But they were also stupid, and teenagers, and one of them still had the ability to keep his head in the clouds despite the shitshow that was their life out here.
“What does someone get if they buy you for a night?” Katsuki asked, leaning against their window with Touya as he smoked. He’d tried smoking since that first disastrous attempt and was getting better at it. Touya wasn’t sure he had it in him to caution the kid off of an incoming addiction when he himself had more nicotine in his blood than iron most days.
“Depends who, depends where, depends how long for.”
“Stop being a dick.”
“You asked.”
“Yeah, coz I wanna know!”
“Curiosity killed the Kat ,” Touya chuckled, nudging him deliberately. He passed the cigarette over and puffed a few smoke rings into the air.
“Just fuckin’ tell me.”
“Fine. Okay. Theoretically,” Touya gestured, “let’s say it’s a regular, we go get a room and it’s for a couple hours, yeah?”
Katsuki grunted with a nod and turned the filter between his fingers as he listened.
“Not counting the room price that he’ll shell out for, that’s about twenty-five, solid. That definitely gets you at least a blowjob before we fuck. Hands, if they’re picky or greedy.”
“You just fuck em the one time?”
“Theoretically?” Touya snagged the cigarette back. “Twice at most. Most of ‘em can’t exactly get it up again right off the bat. Some can’t at all actually, after the first time.”
“So what do you do with those ones?” Katsuki pushed, and Touya smirked at him while the kid’s face bloomed pink and he fidgeted. “Theo-fuckin’-retically.”
“You are so fuckin’ cute, look at you getting all flustered.”
“Shut up!”
Touya considered him for a moment, wondering if he was about to blow the kid’s mind, and decided fuck it . He’d asked.
“Some of ‘em get off on gettin’ me off, so they play with me til they’re satisfied.”
Katsuki choked on his own spit before glaring up at him and Touya just shrugged, passing the cigarette over. “If they can’t get it up, they still have their hands. And their tongues. One guy has this weird tentacle thing–”
“Oh my God.”
“You asked.”
“Not about the tentacle thing!”
Touya’s laugh rang out into the evening and he stifled it against the back of his hand as he watched Katsuki puff angrily at the cigarette til it burned down to the quick. He was getting good at putting the cherry out between his fingers without burning them now.
“What about a weekend?” Katsuki asked at length.
“What about a weekend?”
“Don’t make me fuckin’ say it.”
“Oh, Touya, tell me about those awful naughty nights you share with the bad, bad creepy man who takes you away in his scary car to do god knows what to you for two days in a rooow.” Touya’s falsetto made him break out into a coughing fit and Katsuki leveled him with a glare that could scare bunny slippers, if he were lucky.
“I swear to fuck I will blast you.”
“That’s what you wanna know, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, that’s what I wanna fuckin’ know,” Katsuki shoved him a little and moved to get the door open again. Touya followed with a chuckle. “And I don’t sound like that, fuck you.”
“You do get a little pitchy sometimes–”
“Fuck you.”
“A weekend is whatever the fuck we feel like doing at the time,” Touya relented, ducking down to their mini fridge to grab a soda. “We fuck wherever we feel like it. We share a shower, take fuckin’ naps, watch stupid shit on TV. If he’s working, I usually eat as much of his good chocolate as I can and wait for him to get back before jumping him in the corridor. Nothing special.”
“Twenty-five solid?”
“Giran pays in favors,” Touya countered. “Money, rarely. But if it’s cash in hand, then…” he held his palm parallel to the floor and waved it back and forth, “seventy-five, seventy-seven.”
“The fuck?”
“A day, obviously.”
“That’s still fuck-all compared to what you charge for a couple of hours.”
“What’s it to you?” Touya asked, amused, and Katsuki sputtered a little.
“Just hate to see you undercharge yourself,” he muttered. “That guy has you at his beck and fuckin’ call whenever he feels like it and you just–”
“You really think Giran dictates my time?” Touya interrupted, sucking down a mouthful of soda. “Really?”
“Well you see him a lot.”
“Kats, I see whoever I want, whenever I want. That’s the beauty of not being attached to a pimp or a service.”
“You’ve had other clients for ages, why don’t you see them too?”
“Don’t trust anyone else.”
“I don’t fuckin’ get it.”
“You don’t have to,” Touya told him, passing the can over and mussing Katsuki’s hair. “And you don’t have to fuck him either. Just drop it.”
“Do you like doing it?”
“I don’t hate doing it.”
“That’s not a fuckin’ answer.”
“Then ask the question properly,” Touya replied, resting back against the TV stand and crossing his arms. “Ask what you actually wanna ask me, and I might give you an actual answer.”
“Touya, seriously–”
“Go on.”
He watched Katsuki frown and chew the inside of his lip before he took another swig from the can, fiddling with it afterward. It was obvious what he wanted to ask, and it was obvious why. Maybe Touya should have addressed it earlier, maybe he shouldn’t have given Katsuki such free run of his emotions, but he could set down a fence post at least that the two of them could both properly see in the future.
“Do you… like … Giran?” Katsuki ventured, and Touya had to work very hard not to smile just then and break the stoic look he was keeping up. “D’you… have feelings for the fuckin’ guy? Is that why you do it?”
“Giran’s an asshole,” Touya replied, finally allowing his lips to ease up at the corners. “And so am I. We just… work out. He’s never lied to me or tried to cheat me. He pays fair and he’s good to me. He has good connections and some hella clout with certain underground groups and that’s useful to me.”
He eased his posture and stepped closer to Katsuki to snag the soda from him again. “And in return, he gets to fuck me, and suck me off, and eat me out, and get off on some half-baked notion that he’ll ‘rescue’ me someday, when we both know I won’t let him.”
He took another sip and set the can down behind himself. “That answer your question, Kats?”
Thankfully, it seemed that Touya’s answer relaxed Katsuki from his wound up tension rather than setting him off into something worse. Maybe he’d genuinely worried that there were feelings there, that this was some silly Pretty Woman situation that Touya wasn’t allowing himself to experience. Dumb kid.
Katsuki nodded and puffed a breath through his nose, so Touya set his hands on the kid’s shoulders and gently shook him.
“Hey.”
Katsuki pouted and glared up through his fringe.
“I’m a whore who fucks for money,” Touya told him, “it’s something I choose to do, even if I could do something else, because that works for me. I make enough for us to get by, I don’t get hurt too often, and I have a whole series of favors owed that I can cash in if we’re really in dire straits. But the fuckin’ fact is I fuck people for money and I don’t hate it, Kats. And I’ll keep fuckin’ doing it. I would keep doing it if I’d never found you, and I’ll keep doing it now that we have each other, okay?”
Katsuki nodded and relaxed a little under Touya’s hold, so Touya moved his hands to rub his shoulders instead.
“And that doesn’t stop me wanting to make out with you, so calm down.”
Katsuki sputtered before shoving hard against Touya’s chest until he was laughing, catching Katsuki around the middle to pick him up and toss him to the bed.
“Shut up, it's not about that!”
“Sure it isn’t, Kats,” Touya took a running leap, hoping to hell the bedframe didn’t crack beneath the two of them when he landed. “Figured I’d tell you anyway. Just to have in your back pocket.”
Katsuki didn’t say anything to that, but he did snuggle in against Touya as he found the remote and started channel surfing for background noise.
More and more, Katsuki was starting to surprise Touya in the most unusual ways. Sometimes those ways were far from pleasant, but they were certainly fuckin’ novel.
Getting a collect call in the middle of going down on a guy was not something Touya had had on his springtime-in-the-slums-of-Musutafu bingo card, yet here they were. Nothing more embarrassing than missing that only to find a message left from Katsuki mumbling about how he was in the slammer.
The first person Touya had called since he couldn’t fuckin’ call Katsuki back was Giran.
“I’m afraid that’s outside of my jurisdiction.”
“You can shove that juris-my-dick-tion crap up your ass. What the fuck happened?”
“I believe your little starfire botched a delivery,” Giran replied evenly. “And it’s much more of a hassle than I care to take on, getting him out of his own damn trouble.”
“What, no family discount on this one?”
“Sweetheart, you are always worth the hassle. He is a liability waiting to happen.”
Touya rubbed his eyes and tried to ignore the panic slowly growing in his chest. “Where is he?”
“One of the smaller stations. I believe he was picked up for grand theft.”
“God-fuckin’-dammit Katsuki.”
At least it wasn’t the central one. At least they weren’t in fuckin’ Tokyo. At least Kats had been picked up on the cusp of three in the morning when fewer officers were likely to care about paperwork and easier to bribe.
Touya worked himself up into a sweat as he jogged over, bracing himself against the front desk with a look of panic on his face.
“Oh thank God, someone’s here. My little brother just called, I don’t even know what to do. Bakugou Katsuki, but we don’t share a surname; our parents just recently married. Name’s Setsuno, Touya Setsuno.”
The guy behind the desk was half awake and less than half interested in Touya’s bullshit story. But it was easier to leave a false breadcrumb trail in case they recorded audio or something along with the camera footage. He poured his soul out about how his baby brother was in trouble, how he had no idea how this could happen, had never seen it coming.
“He’s a straight-A student, well on his way to a scholarship to UA academy, this can’t be on his record, it just can’t!”
In the end, Katsuki was led out of the nearby holding cell and told to report to the Musutafu prefecture’s judicial office in the morning for processing, and Touya dragged the kid away by the scruff of his neck, bowing his way out of the station.
They walked calmly for a few blocks before Touya bodily shoved Kastuki into an alleyway and blocked him in.
“What the actual fuck, dude?” he hissed.
“Me??” Katsuki gestured between them. “You literally just introduced yourself with your fuckin’ rapist’s name and I’m the problem?”
“That’s his actual name,” Touya sighed, rubbing his eyes.
“Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah, don’t remind me. And don’t change the fucking subject. Grand theft?”
“It wasn’t auto.”
“Katsuki you’ll get a fuckin’ record!”
“Okay?” Katsuki shrugged, “Not like I exist as anything but a runaway in the system anyway, what’s the problem?”
“The problem,” Touya groaned, leaning in to press their foreheads together, his heart was still going a million miles a minute at just the thought of Katsuki behind bars. “Is that we have to fuckin’ move now. Coz I sure as shit ain’t taking you to the courthouse come morning.”
“I’d kick your ass if you tried.”
“What did you steal?”
Katsuki looked sheepish for a moment before digging around in his pocket to pull out a little pouch. Inside what looked like tiny shards of stars.
Ah. Starfire. Makes fuckin’ sense now.
“Fuckin’ diamonds, Kats?”
“And some weird antique thing. They took that off me, didn’t find these. They were just lying there, Touya, I didn’t think anyone would notice.”
“Just coz rich people have a lot of shit, doesn’t mean they don’t notice when it’s missing.”
“How the fuck would you know?”
“My folks were loaded,” Touya waved dismissively before running a hand through his hair. “Just… you can’t pawn that here.”
“I’ll get Giran to do it.”
“Yeah, good fuckin’ luck,” Touya scoffed, before finally stepping back and taking Katsuki’s hand to drag him back home.
“What? Why not? He’s a broker it’s his fuckin’ job!”
“Yeah, well apparently you were on a delivery when this went down. He wants nothing to do with you til this shit blows over.”
“Oh come on!”
They bickered all the way back to the motel. There was no use for Touya to head out again, since it would take as long to walk to his block as it would for the sun to come up. Besides, he was fuckin’ tired. The emotional rollercoaster he’d been on, from indifferent headspace sucking some guy’s dick, to the jolt of panic hearing his boy was in jail, to the cool reminder that while Giran tolerated Katsuki he wasn’t invested in him, had Touya’s head spinning.
“The question is,” Touya was saying as he shoved the door open, holding a candy bar between his teeth as he wrestled the key out of the sticky lock again. “What the fuck would you have done if I hadn’t come to get you?”
“Probably sucked some guy’s dick to get away.”
Touya choked on spit and had to lean against a wall to catch his breath again. “Excuse me??”
“It’s what you’d’ve done.”
“But I didn’t do that,” Touya reminded him, taking another bite of the candy before jabbing it into Katsuki’s chest. “Which part of my rescuing you involved sucking cock, huh?”
“I figured it’d come into play if the straight-A younger brother schtick didn’t fly.”
“Maybe,” Touya mulled this over as he picked caramel out of his teeth with his tongue. “But it didn’t come to that. Besides, that was only half a lie, I’m pretty sure my kid brother will get in on recommendation when he ages into UA. The best lies are based on truths.”
Katsuki just gave him a look, so Touya rolled his eyes and passed the rest of his treat over. “Alright, smart guy, how exactly were you planning on using that mouth of yours when you’ve never done it before?”
“I was actually gonna ask about that,” Katsuki said, grabbing a glass of water from the bathroom to chase down the sugar. “Can you teach me?”
Touya blinked at him. “Run that by me again.”
“Can you teach me to suck dick,” Katsuki repeated, calm as anything. Touya wondered if he was about to have an aneurysm.
“Let me see if I’m getting this,” Touya sighed, trying to keep his voice level and not let laughter fill it up. Because this was insane. “I’ve kept you off the streets for nigh on eight months now and you want to learn to suck dick.”
“For emergencies.”
“Oh, well that changes things.” Touya lifted an eyebrow and shook his head. “You’re fuckin’ nuts.”
“You do dumb shit in case of emergencies all the time,” Katsuki pointed out, amused, and Touya couldn’t even argue with that, because he did. Christ, he was raising a little monster.
“Yes, but I also don’t put myself into situations where emergencies can happen.”
“Neither do I,” Katsuki shrugged. “It’s the first time someone caught me, won’t happen again. But just in case…”
“Just in case, you want me to teach you to suck dick,” Touya repeated. For a moment, neither spoke, and then Touya lunged forward and grabbed Katsuki around the middle and dragged him to the bed. He didn’t even have time to struggle properly before Touya dropped him into it and pinned him down.
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” He muttered. “I can’t decide if I’m proud or pissed off.”
“Do they cancel each other out?”
“Shut it, smartass.” Touya kissed Katsuki chastely on the lips before pushing himself off of the kid again and tugging his shirt over his head. “Stay there. I’m gonna take a shower.”
“What?”
“Kats, I am fresh off a fuckin’ night shift okay? You don’t know where I’ve been. Hell, I don’t know where I’ve been.”
That shut the kid right up and gave Touya enough space to lock himself away for the few minutes he’d take to use up the hot water in their bathroom.
This was probably a bad idea, a monumentally bad idea. But… knowing Katsuki he’d find other means to learn if Touya didn’t teach him and the last thing he wanted was to learn it the hard way like Touya had been forced to. Once that boy got an idea in his head he was like a damn pitbull with it.
By the time he was suitably clean, Touya wasn’t quite so wired anymore, and he slipped into a loose sleep shirt and a pair of boxers before stepping out into the room again. Katsuki had made himself comfortable in the bed, tapping away on his phone before he looked up. Touya beckoned him closer, grabbing his pillow to toss to the floor for Katsuki as he sat on the bed instead. As Katsuki made himself relatively comfortable, Touya eased his underwear down and reached out to stroke Katsuki’s hair off his face.
“Don’t rush it,” he said. “And don’t even try to throat me, you’ll choke and puke all over the floor. Trust me, it won’t be pretty.”
Katuski looked like he was about to argue but Touya caught his chin gently and pressed his thumb against his lips.
“Open up,” he said, and Katsuki did, after rolling his eyes. “Keep your tongue flat and over your bottom teeth. Some guys like to feel that edge but a lot don’t, and it’s best not to risk it. Just wrap your lips around it and suck.”
So Katsuki reluctantly did, making it obvious that he felt like he was being patronized and was going along with it as some sort of favor. But it didn’t take long for him to get the hang of a slow back and forth, to figure out when to suck and when to release, when to bend his tongue and how. After a few minutes of this, Touya freed his thumb and sat a little closer, guiding the head of his cock into Katsuki’s mouth next.
“Easy,” he reminded him. “It’s not like porn, don’t just devour the damn thing. The most sensitive part is the head anyway.”
Not like he had to tell the kid, two teenage boys sharing a room left little space for them to jerk off without the other knowing about it. He knew Katsuki could get himself there, and probably already knew the places he liked to feel good. The rest was adaptation and practice.
With the first tentative suck, Touya hissed a breath between his teeth and bit into the back of his hand, keeping his eyes closed so he didn’t blow his goddamn load too early. Because inexperienced or not, it felt fucking awesome when someone’s mouth was on you.
“Yeah, like that,” he sighed, slipping a hand into Katsuki’s hair as he started to feel out his own pace and rhythm. The kid was a quick study, as he had been in everything, and it didn’t take long before Touya was gripping the sheets with white knuckles and holding himself back from easing deeper into that clever mouth of his.
“Move your… move your tongue back and forth,” he guided, and caught a groan against his wrist as Katsuki did it. “Fuck, that’s good,” he mumbled, glancing down to catch Katsuki’s eye as the kid looked up at him. He looked too damn pretty down there, too fuckin’ innocent, and Touya’s stomach flipped a little at the thought of how much better he’d get at it once he set his mind to practicing.
Just like kissing.
It didn’t take long, and Touya had to damn near yank the kid away so he didn’t spunk in his mouth. He caught it in his hand instead and doubled over to catch his breath as Katsuki panted softly against him.
“Don’t you usually swallow?” Katsuki asked softly, and Touya cleared his throat before standing up to grab some toilet paper and wash his hands.
“I have to, yeah,” he said, “but not everyone does. Doesn’t taste that great and the texture’s slimy.”
“I would’ve swallowed,” Katsuki told him, and Touya pressed a hand to his eyes to ground himself. His dick was already twitching its renewed interest, and he wasn’t going to make a habit of this like the kissing thing. He wasn’t.
When he returned to the room, Katsuki was still sitting on the floor, leaning back against the bed, and Touya crouched down and reached for him, pulling him close to kiss his forehead and down to his lips. He could taste himself there, just the slight tang of pre and the remaining sweetness of the chocolate they’d shared.
“Just for emergencies, right?” he murmured. And Katsuki smiled against him.
“Just for emergencies.”
Unlike the kissing, Touya absolutely did not encourage Katsuki to keep up his “just for emergencies” practice when they were together. It wasn’t as though Katsuki was showing particular signs of jealousy or possessiveness, it was just that Touya liked sex. It was the reason he’d started out in this line of business in the first place, desperation aside, and he didn’t want to drag the kid into it more than he already had.
He could grow up and make his own decisions on who he wanted to fuck around with, Touya could hardly stop him, but Touya was also not blind.
Katsuki was capable, a fast learner, tenacious to a fault and growing into a handsome guy. To say Touya wasn’t often tempted would be an outright lie, so he did his best to avoid temptation. That was quite the challenge given that they shared a room and a bed day after day, but Touya was nothing if not determined.
He’d already corrupted the kid enough, he had a goddamn record –even if the two of them had skipped that side of town before Katsuki could be summoned to have it read to him–and was slowly making a name for himself as a talented messenger. He’d gotten back into Giran’s civil graces a few weeks after his arrest and was making fairly decent money delivering whatever the guy needed him to.
He wasn’t the scared, helpless little scarecrow Touya had rescued from the alleyway a year before, and he knew it. He was growing into himself, getting tougher, building lean muscle and a sharp wit.
Some nights he’d snuggle up against Touya’s chest and stroke his fingers up and down his arm, bumping along grafts and scars until he fell asleep. Some nights he’d drape his entire body over him and fall asleep that way, pinning Touya under his comfortable weight. Some nights he would stare at Touya and keep quiet when asked what his deal was, choosing to just kiss Touya quietly instead before looking away or turning over.
Some days he wasn’t home when Touya got back from the street, and would plop into bed around midday having come home from wherever he’d been.
It was one of those days when Touya rolled over and draped himself over Katsuki instead, sighing low and long before settling into rest again. When he’d woken up that night, Katsuki had tucked himself up under his chin, still dressed in whatever he’d worn out the day before.
That winter had been the easiest Touya had known in a while. They had what equated to a dual income by then, and he didn’t need to seek out the yakuza nearly as often as before. He still saw Giran, he still had his regulars, but for the first time in his entire life, Touya had time to properly heal up before his body took more damage. It felt weird, it felt a little unsteady, but it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling. It was actually kinda nice. He started spending some of his hard-won savings on ink that flowed over his healthy skin and onto the damaged stuff, lines lacing between old scars and new and creating an entirely strange and beautiful picture.
He stopped dying his hair black for a while, embracing the snow white just because he could.
2007 dawned and he and Katsuki got absolutely hammered, falling into a pile of giggles and groping hands, lips spread too wide in dopey grins to even kiss properly when the clock struck midnight, but that was nice too. They had their own lives that just happened to overlap a lot. Katsuki was starting to make his own connections through the jobs he did for Giran, was adding up his own favors to use as needed.
He’d added a few more marks to his record too, a couple of gnarly scars, and a smoking habit.
It was the day before his birthday that Touya got a message, one that made him chuckle.
“Lord explosion murder has bartered away our usual birthday plans, I’m afraid.”
“The fuck did the kid give you?”
“A favor.”
“Learned from the best, obviously.”
“Flattery will get you anywhere, sweetheart, you know that. We’ll postpone our tradition to the coming weekend instead.”
Touya didn’t think too hard about it. Sure, for four years he and Giran had started this weird little tradition, but it wasn’t a peg to hang his entire life on. Touya hadn’t celebrated birthdays much at all as a kid, his father made him train and often just outright forgot about them. His mom and siblings would make a bit of a fuss, but nothing major, and after that… Well, it hadn’t mattered then either.
But apparently it mattered enough to Katsuki to swallow his pride and go to Giran about it, and Touya wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He didn’t need to work on his birthday anyway, and if Katsuki had plans then they certainly wouldn’t be worse than that. So Touya had gone off to walk the street, got picked up by a few regulars, indulged in a shitty coffee from the corner store and meandered back as the sun was creeping over the horizon. Katsuki met him at the door, looking grumpy and half awake, and Touya couldn’t help but muss his hair before handing over the last dregs of his groggy dirt water.
“Giran said you bought him out.”
“Giran deals in favors.”
“Good thing too, you couldn’t fuckin’ afford me.”
“Shut up, shithead. Happy birthday.”
Touya snorted and shouldered off his jacket. “You get me another cake?”
“Nah, something sweeter,” Katsuki yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “Take your damn shower first then I’ll give it to you.”
“The intrigue will kill me,” Touya deadpanned, but he went regardless. By the time he came out, a pair of boxers loose on his hips, Katsuki had drawn the curtains and was sitting on the edge of the bed in one of Touya’s shirts and a pair of mismatched socks.
“So what’s the big plan, sparky?” Touya asked, slouching down next to him and resting his head on Katsuki’s shoulder. “And how awake do I have to be?”
“Up to you,” Katsuki murmured, before bringing a hand up to scratch Touya’s scalp gently. “I just want you to be selfish.”
Something about his words made Touya still for a moment, before he hummed and sat up again, slipping one hand around the back of Katsuki’s head as he stroked his face with his thumb.
“Birthdays are the only days we’re allowed to be selfish,” he mumbled, and Katsuki smirked, tilting his head into the touch.
“Damn right.”
“This is starting to feel more like a gift for you than for me.”
“You don’t fuckin’ want it?”
“Never said that.”
“‘S what I fuckin’ thought.”
“You really like hearing the sound of your own voice, don’t you?”
“Then shut me up.”
So Touya did, dragging Katsuki closer to kiss him stupid, to pull that low, deep purr from him that bubbled forth every time they’d fooled around. He leaned closer, edging Katsuki down onto the bed so he could lay over top of him, catching a knee beneath one of Katsuki’s thighs to spread him open.
Katsuki groaned, dropping his head back and snagging a hand in his hair as the other dragged down Touya’s back. He drew his knees up and welcomed Touya between them, and it was then that Touya noticed that he wasn’t wearing anything under that shirt. They were two parts of the same outfit, Touya shirtless and Katsuki pantsless, and fuck that just did something to his stomach.
“Little shit,” Touya sighed, “how long’ve you been planning this, huh?”
“Long enough to know that if I didn’t make the first fuckin’ move, we’d both shrivel up and die before you did.”
“Fuck you,” Touya grinned, rocking his hips down against Katsuki’s until they both moaned. “What do you want to do?”
“I want you to be fuckin’ selfish,” Katsuki repeated, hooking one socked foot over Touya’s hip even as Touya shook his head.
“Do better than that.”
“I want a fuckin’ weekend.”
Touya groaned and caught Katsuki’s lips against his own again, digging one hand into the sheets as the other spread against the side of Katsuki’s face.
“D’you…” Katsuki gasped, writhing up against him when they broke for air, “d’you want that too?”
“Selfish,” Touya agreed before kissing him once more and moving a hand down to slip beneath Katsuki's shirt. Yes, he wanted a fuckin’ weekend. Yes, he wanted to spend the day, the night, the next day in bed with Katsuki, learning his body by heart, corrupting him to his heart’s content and feeling his own goddamn age for once. A teenager. An eighteen-year-old in the prime of his life, playing and fucking around with his best friend with no goddamn strings attached and no adverse consequences.
Yes, he was going to be fuckin’ selfish.
He was going to be properly selfish for the first time in his goddamn life.
Touya pulled back just far enough to tug his shirt over Katsuki’s head and toss it off the bed before wrapping his arms around him and rolling them over. The blond was flushed a pretty pink as he made himself comfortable in Touya’s lap, his cock already hard and bouncing up against his belly. Touya spread his hand against Katsuki’s chest, fingers splayed wide enough that the tips of his thumb and pinkie finger rested up under the sides of his ribs. He wasn’t small but he was smaller. Touya had never had someone so young in bed with him before, it absolutely thrilled him.
He moved his hand up to tease over a nipple and Katsuki sucked his belly in, biting his lip. It struck Touya then, as though he could have fuckin’ forgotten, that Katsuki was a virgin, in every sense of the word. He’d never been touched like this, had never fucked or been fucked by anyone. And he’d gone out of his way to make a goddamn deal with the only other person Touya trusted to give all that to Touya for his birthday.
He’d never received a gift like it. He doubted he ever would again.
Touya sat up and kissed across Katsuki’s chest until he could suck the little bud into his mouth, instinctively wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s middle when he squirmed happily in place at the novel sensation.
I’m going to make it feel so fuckin’ good for you.
I’m going to make it feel how it should fuckin’ feel.
Katsuki’s fingers parsed through Touya’s damp hair as he arched into his mouth, spreading his knees wider and sinking into his lap to rut lazily against him. The only thing between them were the flimsy boxers now, and that just added to the slow build up of tension.
“Touya, fuck,”
“I’ve got you,” Touya smeared the words against his skin before catching Katsuki’s hair and leaning up to kiss him again. “I want you to be selfish, too. Tell me what you want.”
“Everything.”
“Greedy little shit,” Touya sighed, licking his way past Katsuki’s lips before rolling his hips up and holding Katsuki down so he could feel just what he was doing to Touya. “Good thing too, coz that’s what I wanna give you.”
Touya wasn’t a romantic at heart, he’d gone from being an abused child to a sex worker within the same breath.. He didn’t believe in love and romance and devotion or any of that shit, but he allowed himself to pretend, just for his birthday, that he did. He bit down against Katsuki’s clavicle and grazed his dull nails against his scalp. He drew his knees up to press Katsuki closer and set his teeth to worrying the skin beneath his jaw, pulling up a mark.
“Shit!”
“Gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good,” Touya grinned against him, before flipping them again and kissing his way down Katsuki’s body. He nuzzled the thatch of blond pubic hair, breathed him in, shouldered his way between Katsuki’s legs and took his cock into his mouth.
Unlike Katsuki, he knew just how to use his throat, just how to turn his tongue to get the piercing in it to press just right against the thick vein. Unlike Katsuki, he’d been both on the receiving and giving end of a blowjob plenty, and he was going to take his fucking time.
“Fuck, Touya!”
Touya hummed, and Kastuki whined, arching damn near off the bed before wrapping his legs around Touya’s head and dropping a hand into his hair.
“Holy fuck that feels good.”
I’ll bet it fuckin’ does.
There were few things in this life that Touya was proud of, but his prowess in bed was absolutely one of them. He was shameless in it, always had been since the moment he’d started to learn, and he was going to give Katsuki the ride of his goddamn life and savor every moment of it.
“Shit, I’m close, I’m fuckin’ close…”
Touya didn’t relent, he didn’t pull away when Katsuki grabbed his hair with both hands and tried to move him. He kept sucking, swallowing, moaning around him until Katsuki tensed up and came, hot and hard down his throat.
“Touya what the hell,” he groaned, bringing a hand up to press to the blush on his face. “You didn’t have to–”
“Selfishly,” Touya interrupted him, crawling up to kiss around Katsuki’s fingers until he could get to his lips again. “I wanted to.”
“Fuck,” was all Katsuki could manage before wrapping his arms around him and kissing him properly. His hands slunk down Touya’s body and into his pants, squeezing his ass with unpracticed eagerness before shoving his boxers down for Touya to kick away.
“Fuck,” he said again, wincing a little when Touya dropped his hand down to stroke them together. He adamantly shook his head no when Touya asked if he wanted to slow down. “I want you to fuck me.”
“We’ll get there,” Touya promised, kissing the corner of Katsuki’s mouth, his cheek, his jaw. “Gotta get you ready for me first.”
Another groan as Katsuki tried to bury his embarrassment against Touya’s throat, but he was smiling, he was grinning as he clung to him and rocked his hips up into Touya’s fist.
In his line of work, Touya had supplies stashed all over the place. In the bedside tables, in the mini fridge, in the bathroom. He had pockets filled with stuff, and the bottom of his bag littered with condoms and packets of lube. But before he sought any of that out, he caught an arm beneath Katsuki’s lower back and kissed the center of his chest.
“Turn over for me.”
Katsuki shook his head. “Wanna fuckin’ see you.”
“Ain’t fucking you yet, pump the brakes,” Touya chuckled, kissing Katsuki’s pout before nosing against him. “Just trust me.”
“I fuckin’ trust you,” Katsuki mumbled, but he relaxed in Touya’s hold a little before sighing and shifting to squirm into his belly. “Don’t trust anyone else,” he stifled into the pillow. But Touya heard him.
He kissed up between Katsuki’s shoulders and breathed him in, the familiar smell of him that was as comforting as his own, that filled their room and lingered on his clothes. He kissed lower, down Katsuki’s spine, his hands soothing over his ribs, down to hold onto his hips as he mouthed lower and lower, lingering just over Katsuki’s tailbone before snagging a pillow from the head of the bed and slipping it under his hips.
Katsuki was no dummy, and he wasn’t ignorant when it came to sex anymore, not after what he’d seen Touya go through, but Touya was certain that he had no idea what was coming. Because very few people ever wanted to do this to Touya; he could count on one hand the clients who actually bothered to, and on two fingers the ones that got genuine pleasure out of giving it to him.
He was about to blow the kid’s mind.
Gently, Touya eased Katsuki’s thighs open a little wider, rubbed his hands slowly up and down his legs before reaching up to spread his cheeks. Katsuki tensed, just a little, and Touya waited for him to relax before leaning in and dragging his tongue over his hole.
“Touya what the fuuuuuck, oh my God.”
Touya’s laugh was a low, pleased rumble as he nipped playfully at Katsuki’s ass before diving back in. He started slow, just a deliberate drag of his tongue against him, over and over, until Katsuki was fisting the sheets and arching back against him, burying his moans into his pillow. He was pumping his hips back, regular demanding little thrusts, and Touya was all too happy to give him more.
“Fuck, what the fuck, that feels so good,” Katsuki whined, shuddering in pleasure as he rubbed his cock against the pillow and lifted his ass for Touya to play with. Licks became gentle prods, Touya’s tongue spearing into him in shallow, calculated little shoves that had Katsuki’s voice cracking and his whole body trembling.
“Holy shit this is insane,” Katsuki keened, and someone in the next room slapped their hands against the wall and called for them to shut the fuck up. “You shut the fuck up!”
Touya laughed, pressing his mirth against Katsuki’s skin before burying his face in his ass and starting to rim him properly. If Katsuki’s voice was loud before, it was nothing compared to the sounds he made now. No pillow could stifle them enough, Katsuki was frenzied, desperately grinding down on the pillow, arching his back to get more of Touya’s mouth on him, and when Touya moaned…
“Fuck what the fuck, Touya, Christ. I’m close I’m fuckin’ close.”
“Good, right where I want you to be,” Touya groaned before drawing his tongue lazily between Katsuki’s legs and pushing his tongue in deeper once more.
It didn’t take long for Katsuki to absolutely lose it, whimpering into the pillow as he rutted himself through another orgasm, going boneless against the bed immediately after. He was trembling all over, goosebumps up all down his back that Touya kissed away and stroked flat with quirk-warmed hands.
“What the fuck was that??” Katsuki asked helplessly, blindly reaching back for Touya, who met him in the middle and kissed the center of his palm.
“One of the best parts about getting fucked in the ass,” he said.
“One of??”
The first time someone had rimmed Touya, he’d actually burst into tears; it had felt so wonderfully overwhelming. He thought back to that moment so often, held it close to his chest when he was being fucked particularly brutally, that he knew exactly what Katsuki was experiencing right then, despite it being years since his first time.
“Opened up a fuckin’ can of worms asking me to be selfish, Kats,” he promised, kissing Katsuki’s shoulder as he leaned over him to grab some lube from the top bedside drawer. He liked keeping it there near the Bible, as a particularly petty fuck you. “Now, you’re in for it.”
“Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.” Katsuki groaned.
“Don’t count on it,” Touya whispered, nuzzling into Katsuki’s hair before sitting back and pouring the lube onto his fingers to warm it up. “We’re just getting started.”
“If all of it feels this fuckin’ good I’m gonna die,” Katsuki complained, and Touya slapped him playfully on the butt. Not all of it, and not with everyone, but Touya was gonna make damn sure that Katsuki enjoyed himself.
“Deep breath for me,” Katsuki breathed in and let it out, and Touya eased the tip of one finger into him, slow and steady. Katsuki didn’t tense much, he was far too relaxed, just like Touya hoped he’d be, but he knew it would feel damn fucking weird until Katsuki got used to the sensation. So he took his time. He pressed into and out of the blond until Katsuki started bucking his hips lazily back again, and only then did Touya gently ease a second finger into him.
Katsuki hissed but relaxed again almost immediately, and Touya curled over him to press hot kisses to his back and shoulders.
“Easy,” he praised, keeping his lazy pace before curling his fingers gently and seeking. He knew he found it the moment Katsuki clamped down hard against his fingers and shouted a curse into the room. “There it is, that’s the good spot, right?”
Katsuki didn’t answer in words, but his body language screamed the affirmative. Touya teased around his prostate, soothing his fingers on either side of it, spreading them to stretch Katsuki a little wider. He toyed with him for several minutes before pressing in a third finger, and by that point Katsuki didn’t jerk back. Instead he arched his back deeper and pushed up, welcoming Touya in.
“That’s it, fuck , Kats, just look at you.”
“Feels really fuckin’ good,” Katsuki mumbled.
“Yeah, I’ll bet it does.”
“Wanna see you.”
“No one ever tell you patience is a virtue?”
“Not when it comes to vices, asshole,” Katsuki snorted, and Touya leaned down to bite his shoulder playfully before freeing his hand. Immediately, Katsuki flipped himself over, pushing the pillow aside and to the floor, and reached out for Touya. Touya managed to avoid his kiss by pressing his fingers to Katsuki’s lips, and the kid grumbled. “Don’t fuckin’ care, just kiss me.”
“Where’d you learn to talk like that?”
“Where the fuck you think?”
So Touya kissed him, and Katsuki melted into it, hands grasping his shoulders and knees coming up to squeeze Touya between them.
“Want you to fuck me,” Katsuki told him again, and Touya rocked their foreheads together with a sigh.
“You gotta let me up for that.”
“No.”
“Kats.”
“You use condoms with everyone,” Katsuki reminded him, and Touya snorted.
“Yeah, I’m clean, I’m not fucking suicidal.”
“I’m not everyone.”
And that brought Touya up short, it stilled him entirely and emptied his head of everything but the sound of his own pulse, the sound of his own heavy breathing. Katsuki’s hands spread over his back, up into his hair, and he nudged Touya’s face with his own before kissing him again.
“I’m not everyone,” Katsuki repeated softly, nuzzling up against him. “I wanna feel you. I trust you.”
“Fuck,” Touya’s voice broke, a single syllable cracked in two, and Katsuki scratched lightly against his neck.
“Please?”
How the hell could he say no to that? Why the hell would he want to?
Here was a boy, the only boy Touya had ever been friends with, the only boy he’d ever wanted to protect, the only boy who wanted him and trusted him and loved him , asking Touya for the most intimate thing one person could do with another.
“Yeah,” Touya whispered, licking his lips before kissing Katsuki again. “Okay, yeah.”
Katsuki’s smile was radiant, his hands slid down to cup Touya’s face as he wrapped his legs around Touya’s hips and he was still wearing his fucking socks and it was so goddamn cute… fuck.
Touya fumbled blindly for the lube again, managing to get some on his fingers before tossing the bottle to the floor and fisting his cock until it was slick. He wiped his hand on the sheets, stroked Katsuki’s hair from his face with the other and leaned in to kiss his forehead.
“It’s gonna be a little uncomfortable,” he whispered, “just a little, just to start. We’ll go as slow as you need, okay?”
“Okay,” Katsuki sighed, setting his toes to the bed and spreading his thighs for Touya to rub between. Touya caught his lip between his teeth, kept his eyes on Katsuki’s, and guided the head of his cock up against him.
“Relax,” he said, “don’t hold your breath.”
Katsuki nodded, so Touya gently pressed in. It didn’t take long for Katsuki to wince, to snarl his lip up in discomfort, to dig his nails into Touya’s back and urge him to keep going, just keep fuckin’ going, I’m fine.
“Breathe,” Touya reminded him, reminded himself, as he sank deeper and deeper, groaning at the tight, wet heat that welcomed him in. “Fuck you feel so fuckin’ good,”
Katsuki made a sound in his throat and tugged Touya down to kiss him, body tense again, nervous, sore. Touya stroked up and down Katsuki’s sides, kept kissing him, kept hushing him and soothing him until he bottomed out and just pressed close trying to catch his breath.
“Holy fuck,” Katsuki whispered, licking his lips and stroking Touya’s hair. “Holy shit, Touya.”
“Yeah,” Touya laughed, breathless and happy, smile so wide it hurt. “Yeah, holy shit.”
“Move.”
“We don’t have to ru–”
“Move, Touya, I wanna feel you.”
So he did. A slow, careful shift back, just shallow, before pushing back in again. Then further back, and further. Testing for friction, for pain, for any sign that Katsuki wanted this to stop. But the boy in his arms just moaned softly and bit his lip and clung to Touya tighter, and Touya didn’t stop moving. He picked up the pace a little, just enough to push gasps from Katsuki’s lips, catching them against his own.
“You okay?”
“Fuckin’ awesome,” Katsuki croaked, grinning. “Feels fuckin’ awesome, Touya.”
“Good,” that’s how it should be. That’s how it always should be and never any other way. It should always feel good, and safe, and comfortable. You should be able to smile, and laugh, and tease your partner. You should feel it with your whole soul.
Touya slid his fingers into Katsuki’s hair and tugged just a little, kissing his mouth, his jaw, down his throat. And he started moving faster, angling his hips a little, aiming a little to the left until Katsuki clenched down and wrapped all his limbs around him and groaned Touya’s name towards the ceiling.
“Fuck, fuck do that again, fuckin’ do that again.”
So Touya did.
Again and again and again until Katsuki was cursing and squirming and crying out in pleasure for the whole damn world to hear. Their neighbors banged on the wall again and neither cared, too lost in this and in each other to give a single solitary fuck about anything or anyone else.
They were two bodies moving in tandem, Katsuki arching up and Touya pressing down, lips meeting and parting again, sweat slick between them, breath humid and familiar.
“Fuck, I love this, I fuckin’ love this,” Katsuki whispered and Touya kissed him again, wrapping his arms around his back and pushing himself to sit up, settling Katsuki into his lap and thrusting up, going deeper than he had before.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Katsuki was scratching furrows into Touya’s back, biting down against his neck, his chest, his shoulders. Feral and wild and greedy for more, and Touya more than happy to give it to him.
“Feel so fuckin’ good for me,” Touya groaned, one arm wrapped around Kastuki’s middle, his other against the back of his head. “So fuckin’ good, Kats, so goddamn good.”
He was so close he was aching, pressed pulse to pulse with his best friend as they pushed each other closer and closer towards climax, voices loud and loose, hair a mess, kisses smeared wherever they could put them.
Orgasm was a full out of body experience for Touya, shuddering through him, pulling his arms tight around Katsuki who clung back just as desperately to him. It felt like his quirk was going off in every pore of his body, sparking in his toes, behind his ears, in the pit of his stomach. He whimpered Katsuki’s name and held him tight and the younger boy scratched his scalp gently and kissed his cheek over and over.
Touya felt weightless, boneless, formless. He felt alive like he hadn’t in a long, long time. He reached out to catch himself against the mattress before lowering Katsuki onto it and pulling out of him, gathering him in his arms and just holding him. Holding each other.
“That,” Katsuki sighed, dragging the back of his hand across his forehead as he caught his breath. “Is worth so much fuckin’ more than twenty-five solid.”
Touya snorted, then he started to laugh, bright and loud and joyful, until his eyes began to tear and he buried them against Katsuki’s chest, letting the blond hold him close and comfort him as he shook with sobs. No judgment, no teasing, just keeping him together.
When he managed to catch his breath to wipe the worst of the mess from his face with his wrist, he levered himself up on his elbow and looked over the kid in his bed.
“Noted,” he sighed, sniffing before reaching out to tuck some hair behind Katsuki’s ear. “But the weekend’s not over yet.”
Katsuki’s answering smile lit a fire in Touya’s belly that he never, ever wanted to go out.