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Kirishima was excited to get home all day, so of course the day lasted forever. He was mobbed again as he went through patrols. His fight the previous day kicked off another resurgence in his popularity. He was getting slightly better at making people disperse, so he could do his job, but not much. He was seriously considering just doing some underground work at night so he could actually do any hero work.

Except he really valued his nights now, and he was very excited about this night in particular.

He got called into three minor robberies. All stuff the police could have easily handled but it was real hero work so he wasn't complaining.

Then the day went south. He was patrolling again, when he accidentally hit a rather populated section of town. It was after the normal work day, peak shopping time and he was swarmed with people.

He only barely hardened in time. It happened before he could even think about it. One second he was in a crowd of folks trying to disperse them without discouraging them, the next he was hardened and a series of loud bangs cut through the air.

He felt the bullets as if they were foam darts, but he was acutely aware of them anyway.

The crowd screamed and there was pandemonium. He was able to find the person with the gun easily and tackle them to the ground. Cuffing and disarming them. While still pinning them he managed to get the crowd to stop panicking at least a little but then had to talk a civilian through applying pressure to a gunshot wound on their friend who had gotten hit by a stray bullet, because he still had to hold down the perp.

Police and paramedics arrived. It didn't take too long, all said and done, but the follow up took ages. Interviewing the crowd, getting interviewed by the police himself since it was a targeted attack. Paperwork.

It was exhausting.

He sighed when he finally got home. He sat on the shoe lip to remove his shoes and felt stuck there. He wasn't physically tired but his brain was just not having it.

“Shitty hair! That you!?”

“Yeah!” Kirishima called, flopping back onto the floor of the hallway. “Izuku isn't coming over tonight!”

“I don't think Deku got that fucking memo!’

“Sorry, sorry Ei, I am going to go home but I saw that you got shot and I just wanted to come check,” Midoriya said, having scurried into the hallway. He was now standing over Kirishima looking very worried.

“Come here,” Kirishima said, opening his arms. Midoriya didn't even hesitate to lay down on the floor of the hallway to hug him. “I'm not hurt. Still all weirdly scarless, it was just exhausting. Assassins are normally way too scared to attack pro heroes, so it's got everyone in a tizzy. Seems like the guy was just crazy. We're lucky it was me.”

“You barely hardened in time,” Midoriya mumbled.

“I wouldn't have died. I've gotten shot before, it would have been fine,” Kirishima yawned and rolled over to pin Midoriya to the floor. “I don't mind your concern Izuku, but I'm starting to get a little worried my job might be too much for you. I don't want you to decide it's too stressful to be with me. A lot of civilians do when dating pro heroes.”

“No, no! I won't!” Midoriya said. “I just still don't have a phone, I just wanted to check in. I'll get one soon! I promise!”

Kirishima kissed him thoroughly, pressing him into the floor and absolutely raveging his mouth.

“Feel checked in?” Kirishima teased when he pulled away.

“Yeah,” Midoriya said breathlessly.

Kirishima stood, a grin on his face as he helped hoist Midoriya to his feet. He felt reenergized somehow.

“Oh, right! Okay, I'm going now,” Midoriya said, scrambling to his feet. Kirishima caught him on the way to his shoes and spun him back around for a hug and another intense kiss.

“Thank you for checking on me,” Kirishima murmured into his lips. “I actually do feel a lot better now.”

Midoriya wrapped his arms around Kirishima's neck and hugged him tight.

“Me too,” Midoriya said, smiling widely, before he bent down to put on his shoes. “Now go reassure Kacchan too. You know he came home early yesterday for the same reason I did, cause he was worried after your fight.”

“Aye aye couch,” Kirishima teased. Midoriya blushed and scurried out the door. Kirishima smiled as he made his way into the living room. Bakugo was cleaning dishes from dinner, a plate of hamburg steak on the counter for Kirishima.

He didn't know what to think of the hamburg steak. Bakugo would normally do just about anything to avoid cooking or eating such a “kids” food. Granted it was a very fancy and well seasoned hamburg steak but still. It meant something that he'd cooked it

“Thanks dude! This is great!” Kirishima said, grinning broadly as he ate.

“Whatever,” Bakugo grumbled from the sink. He was still being quiet. Where was the insult on Kirishima's taste buds or shark mutation? He didn't like quiet Bakugo, it made him much more worried than explosive Bakugo.

He finished eating and Bakugo grabbed his dish before he could. So he came around and pinned Bakugo against his chest from behind as he cleaned the dish. Bakugo grunted but didn't protest, just kept washing up.

Bakugo put the dish in the drying rack and gripped the counter with his hands.

“You should wash up,” Bakugo grumbled.

“Mmm,” Kirishima hummed, tilting his head so he could lean in and kiss the side of Bakugo's neck. He could feel Bakugo's intake of breath against his body.

“Don't fucking lick me with your gross ass steak mouth! Go brush your fu- your teeth!” Bakugo snapped. Kirishima laughed so hard he had to throw his head back so he didn't bark out his laugh in Bakugo's ear.

“Did you you just try not to curse?” Kirishima laughed. “Dude, don't be ridiculous. You're still insulting me, the cursing doesn't somehow make it worse.”

He felt Bakugo tense in his arms, and looked down to see he was staring fixedly at the sink. Actually upset.

“I shouldn't fu- I can't-” Bakugo struggled.

“Katsuki,” Kirishima said softly, sobering and turning Bakugo around in his arms so that they were facing each other. Bakugo pressed backwards against the sink. Bakugo didn't look at him. “You don't have to filter yourself for me. I love you. I wouldn't love you if I wanted you to change drastically.”

“Tch,” Bakugo said, looking down and off to the side, over Kirishima's arm.

Kirishima bit his lip, then dived in to execute before he chickened out. He grabbed the back of Bakugo's hair firmly, yanking his head back and over so he could lean in to growl in his ear.

“I’m tempted to just fuck the filter out of you,” Kirishima growled, feeling himself blush slightly at his words and glad Bakugo couldn't actually see his face to ruin the effect. “Fuck you so hard you can't help but curse me.”

He opened his mouth and bit oh so lightly into Bakugo's neck. Not enough to break skin, but enough for him to feel all of Kirishima's pointed teeth pressed into his throat. He could feel Bakugo's breathing go ragged against him. He pulled off and licked a strip over where his teeth had been. Then pulled back and grinned cheerily at Bakugo.

“I'll go wash up then!” He said chirpily, smiling wide. He pushed himself away and was well past the kitchen counter into the living room before Bakugo reacted.

“The fuck is wrong with you!?” Bakugo yelled furiously and Kirishima grinned wider.

He took a very quick shower and brushed his teeth, but Bakugo wasn't in the living room when he was done. He went to his room to put on his pajama pants, not bothering to put on a shirt and padded over to Bakugo's door. He knocked lightly at the door.

“What!?” Bakugo said, yanking the door open angrily so he was standing face to face with Kirishima. Kirishima surged forward immediately, grabbing either side of Bakugo's face to press in to kiss him hungrily. Pushing him back slowly till his knees hit the bed and they both went tumbling onto it.

It had been so long since he'd been in Bakugo's room.

Bakugo was also shirtless and Kirishima pressed their chests together, feeling hard muscle beneath him as Bakugo arched up to meet him. Bakugo had always been the one who initiated sex, in the past. Demanding and confident, Bakugo took without asking. Kirishima had never felt comfortable initiating because he knew he wanted more.

Now he knew had to. Had to show Bakugo this was okay. Had to take like Bakugo had before.

He released one of the hands from Bakugo's face and reached down to grab Bakugo's hip hard. Pressing him down into the mattress as he ground into him, thrusting his tongue in deeper and using his other hand to pull him closer.

Bakugo had his arms wrapped around Kirishima's back, hands fisted to reduce spreading his sweat as he pulled Kirishima closer. Kirishima ground down a few more times before pulling all the way back and grabbing the band of Bakugo's sweats and tugging them hard to rip them off Bakugo's legs.

Bakugo lay out before him, naked. His thick cock leaking onto his stomach. His hands fisted at his side as he heaved for breath, his chest and face flushed. His lips swollen, his muscles hard.

He really was a god amongst men.

Kirishima leaned back down to run his palms up the bumps of Bakugo's abs, even more defined than Kirishima's with Bakugo's obsessive training.

“Fuck are you doing?” Bakugo growled as Kirishima just took him in, running his hands up and down his sides.

“Savoring you,” Kirishima said honestly.

“Well fucking stop, just- fuck- get on with it,” Bakugo stumbled.

“So impatient,” Kirishima teased, collapsing his weight back down on Bakugo and surging back in to kiss him. He had no desire to make this fast.

Bakugo spread his legs so that Kirishima was braced between his thighs. Kirishima ground his hips down again, one hand still running over Bakugo's skin, down his thighs, up his sides, over his muscled shoulders, even more defined than the rest of him, save maybe his forearms.

Bakugo turned his head to break the kiss.

“Get these off, before I fucking rip them off,” He growled, tugging hard at Kirishima pajamas. Kirishima smiled, kissing along Bakugo's jaw till he felt Bakugo tug harder. He sat up, now kneeling between Bakugo's legs. He had his pants half torn off when he noticed. Looking down at Bakugo, flushed and legs spread, he saw the flash of a loop. He reached forward immediately, grabbing the handle of what was unmistakably a butt plug already buried deep inside Bakugo. He grabbed it and pushed it hard into Bakugo, tilting it up and down as he did so.

Bakugo groaned, bucking against Kirishima's hand and arching his back. His head thrown back.

“Fuck!” Bakugo choked.

“That's what I should be saying. Fuck Katsuki, you're killing me,” Kirishima groaned, pushing and pulling at the plug roughly as Bakugo writhed under him. He could feel his own cock throb.

He used his other arm to take his pants the rest of the way down before kicking them off and leaning back in so that he was rubbing his erection against Bakugo's. One hand still pressing into the plug, the other bracing himself.

Bakugo spread his hands and sparked off a few popping explosions to burn off his sweat before reaching down to grab Kirishima's hips and forcing them down to grind their hips together.

“Fuck, fuck,” Bakugo chanted as Kirishima palmed the plug in time with their grinding together.

Kirishima leaned down to suck at Bakugo's collar bone. Grinding down as Bakugo writhed beneath him.

“Fuck! Just- fucking- Eijiro fuck me already! Goddamnit!” Bakugo yelled.

Kirishima pushed back onto his knees again, releasing the butt plug as he sat back. Bakugo heaved a huge breath beneath him, his eyes squeezed closed. Kirishima pushed his pajama pants under Bakugo for a makeshift towel then reached over to grab Bakugo's lube. His brain vaguely registered that Bakugo would need to get more soon.

“Katsuki,” Kirishima said, uncapping the lube.

“Fuck! What!?” Bakugo snapped, from where he lay.

“Look at me,” Kirishima said. Bakugo groaned and picked himself up so he was braced on his elbows and looked up at Kirishima on his knees between Bakugo's legs. Kirishima very deliberately lubed his hand and slowly spread it over his own cock. Watching as Bakugo tracked the motion with his eyes. He had to bite his lip to keep from smiling when Bakugo's mouth gaped a bit open.

Maybe Kirishima really had been an idiot all these years. There was clear admiration on Bakugo's face. He'd always written it off as attraction but… it was definitely more than that. He had to take a breath against a flood of emotion from the realization.

He slowly pulled out the plug, watching as Bakugo closed his eyes and threw his head back again, panting. He lifted Bakugo's hips and lined himself up against the slightly open ring of muscle.

“Fuck- go slow,” Bakugo whispered. “It's- it's fucking been a while.”

“I know,” Kirishima smiled and pressed very slowly into the ring of muscles. Wow, it had been a while. He had to fight to keep his own eyes open as he was overwhelmed with the feeling. Bakugo was so tight.

He didn't close his eyes though. He didn't want to miss watching Bakugo as he gasped and breathed hard beneath him.

Kirishima groaned as the head of his cock popped past Bakugo's tight ring, into the soft heat beyond it. He kept slowly pushing forward, gripping the back of Bakugo's hips to help guide him in.

When Kirishima finally pressed fully in, he had to close his eyes. Bakugo was so tight. So hot. Heat and pressure built and radiated in equal meaures from where they connected. He could hear Bakugo's heavy panting beneath him, and groaned.

“Fucking- move!” Bakugo snapped breathlessly, as if he hadn't just been struggling to acclimate to Kirishima's huge cock only a second ago and it was Kirishima that was delaying.

Kirishima pulled back and thrust in, not fast but still intentionally faster and harder than Bakugo was ready for.

“Oh fuck!” Bakugo choked, scrambling to grab his bedsheets in his fists.

Kirishima pulled his hips up so that Bakugo's legs were braces more on Kirishima's and began a slow and deliberate pace. Pushing all the way in but only pulling out enough that the thick head of his cock tugged lightly at Bakugo's muscles but didn't breach them. Bakugo groaned every time he reached either edge of his slow thrust.

The heat was intense and the feeling radiating out from where they met was even more so. Kirishima could feel his thighs almost tingling with a weird burning overflow of sensation as they helped slowly piston his hips forward.

“Katsuki you- ngh,” Kirishima groaned and bit his lip to stop himself from talking. He didn't feel like getting shoved off the bed right now and Bakugo did not appreciate knowing how amazing he felt. Even if it was absolutely amazing.

“Yeah, fucking- just- fuck! I'm ready,” Bakugo choked out, clearly trying to be threatening and failing miserably.

Kirishima knew that meant he really was ready though, so he grabbed the crook of Bakugo's knees and pressed them forward so that Bakugo's knees were shoved into his armpits. He groaned as he got a bit deeper as a result of Bakugo's flexibility. Then Kirishima pulled back and pounded into him, hard. Shifting his hips so that he was thrusting in at a sharp upward angle.

Bakugo threw his hands out to explode away from his sheets as he cursed sharply and Kirishima knew he'd found a good angle immediately so he kept it and began hammering into Bakugo. Hot pressure built up in his cock and low belly. He had to squeeze his muscles hard so that he could keep pounding into Bakugo. Determined not to come even as he nearly lost it to the quick pace. He knew he was grunting hard, but Bakugo wasn't much better, cursing over and over as if he was completely overwhelmed.

Kirishima groaned, struggling to keep the pressure in his gut at bay as Bakugo litany of “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” increased in speed and desperation. Then Bakugo went quiet and stiff, arching as best he could while pinned under Kirishima and came completely untouched. He spurted between them and clenched hard around Kirishima, groaning long and low after a heavy intake of breath.

Kirishima let go, released his struggle not to cum and jerked deep into Bakugo's tight spasming passage. The relief of finally letting go broke over him, like hot water rushing up and over him from his stomach. He felt his release flood Bakugo's passage and jerked involuntarily a few more times.

He let go of Bakugo's knees so he could unfold and pulled out, collapsing next to him, breathing hard. He pulled up a leg of his pajamas from under Bakugo to wipe off Bakugo's stomach and then threw an arm over him. He felt his body brace for getting pushed away, fully prepared to fight it this time. Not giving in.

The shove didn't come.

Bakugo rolled over so that they were chest to chest and threw an arm over Kirishima. Tucking this head under Kirishima's chin and pulling them close. Kirishima tangled their legs together and held on tight, tilting his head so he could press his face into Bakugo's hair.

This was happening. It was real. It was… oh no, Kirishima was definitely crying. He tried to choke it down, clench down on his shuddering breaths so it wasn't obvious but to his dismay that just made him shake harder.

Bakugo tried to pull back but Kirishima had him in a death grip. Bakugo huffed.

“Why are you fucking crying? Isn't this what you fucking wanted?” Bakugo asked. Kirishima could hear the concern in his voice even if he tried to hide it.

“Yes, yeah,” Kirishima choked. “This is what I wanted. I'm just… sorry. I'm just happy okay. I'm…”

He trailer off and buried his face deeper into Bakugo's hair. It was like years of built up pressure was suddenly releasing in him all at once.

“I've been a dick,” Bakugo huffed, by way of apology.

Kirishima ran his hand along Bakugo's back, tracing down his spine and back up his side then around again. Just grounding himself in reality. In Bakugo being here. He took a few deep breaths and then sighed.

He stopped tracing Bakugo's skin to reach up and wipe the wetness from his face and marveled as Bakugo only pulled back enough to look at him. He smiled and kissed him. Slow and lazy, tangling their tongues slowly together in Bakugo's mouth. Bakugo reached up to grab Kirishima's hair to keep it going.

They were both too hazy to really keep a kiss going. So they alternated between laying close and kissing lightly. Ending each one to just breath together.

He could tell as tension slowly started returning to Bakugo's body. Becoming gradually stiffer under his hands and he knew his time was coming to a close, but it didn't make him as sad as he thought it would.

“I need a fucking shower,” Bakugo grumbled eventually.

“Okay,” Kirishima hummed back. Still feeling boneless and happy.

“You're fucking, alright or whatever?” Bakugo asked.

“Yeah, I'm good now.”

“Right,” Bakugo said uncomfortably and Kirishima could tell there was more he wanted to say.

“What?”

“Fuck I- is it?” Bakugo huffed and gave up. “Nevermind, its not fucking important.”

“What is it, Katsuki?” Kirishima asked, propping himself up on his elbow to look at Bakugo better.

“Fuck! I just- Is it okay if you don't fucking sleep here?” Bakugo asked, he sounded pained.

“Yeah, that's okay,” Kirishima said. He supposed he'd have liked to sleep with Bakugo but it was such a foreign concept that it didn't hurt as much as it could.

“I just- I'm not fucking ready to- I… fuck.”

“It's okay,” Kirishima insisted. He leaned down off his elbow to kiss Bakugo again.

“Yeah, alright,” Bakugo said uncomfortably. Kirishima leaned away a bit so that Bakugo could get up to go shower, but Bakugo didn't move. So he leaned back and kissed him again, just because he could.

“Katsuki, why are you being so passive?” Kirishima asked, running his fingers through Bakugo's hair.

“I'm not being fucking passive,” Bakugo snapped.

“You are. You're stumbling over your words. You're quiet. I'll happily take the hugging and kissing, I'm definitely not complaining about that but… it makes me nervous. Like this will all go away when you go back to normal,” Kirishima said softly. Bakugo huffed.

“I just don't want to fucking- to hurt you again,” Bakugo admitted.

“You wont.”

Bakugo scoffed loudly.

“Oh yeah, because I've never fucking hurt you before,” he snapped.

“I'll tell you,” Kirishima said.

“That worked so great last time,” Bakugo said sarcastically.

“It did though,” Kirishima insisted, still running his hands through Bakugo's hair. It was so thick it was almost hard to reach his scalp. “I talked to you about it and then stopped when it became too much. I'm good at maintaining my boundaries. Trust me to keep doing so, yeah?”

“I don't want to become too much,” Bakugo mumbled.

“I'll tell you before that happens,” Kirishima said. “When have I ever rolled over, huh? That wouldn't be very manly of me. I don't ever put up with your shit. I'm not scared to call you out.”

“You fucking promise?” Bakugo said, thumping his head into Kirishima's shoulder.

“Definitely,” Kirishima grinned. His skin tingled hotly with the realization that Bakugo was scared to lose him. He was acting weird because he didn't want to drive Kirishima away. Which meant, he wanted this. Really wanted this. Kirishima pulled him back into a tight hug. “You can't get rid of me now, Katsuki.”

Bakugo huffed and pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah, alright you complete sap. Go to fucking bed, I'm going to go shower. I'm fucking gross,” Bakugo grumbled finally sitting up. Kirishima watched him squirm slightly as he did so.

Kirishima followed him up, grabbing his soiled pajamas to toss in his laundry. When they reached the junction between the bathroom and Kirishima's room Bakugo stopped him. He was about to ask what was wrong when he was suddenly crowded against the wall. Bakugo's hot lips were on his, forcing his mouth open. He was pushed back hard and suddenly there was a hand in his hair and a hand pressing into his hip.

It was hard to force a kiss on Kirishima, given that his teeth were so sharp. Bakugo somehow managed and Kirishima was never aware enough to figure out how.

“Goodnight Eijiro,” Bakugo said, pulling away with a smug grin on his face.

“Yeah,” Kirishima said somewhat breathlessly, feeling somehow stuck against the wall even though Bakugo was already closing the bathroom door behind him. He managed to push himself off and back into his room. He cleaned himself off a bit more and crashed onto his bed. A tired feeling of giddiness washing over him.

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“Why the fuck haven't you invited Deku to move in already?” Bakugo asked over breakfast.

“Seems a bit early,” Kirishima said, surprised. “Doesn't it? Wait, hold on. Dude, what is with you two and trying to escalate my relationship with each other?”

“I'm not fucking escalating your fucking relationship. Your relationship is escalated and you haven't caught the fuck up yet. You're making him pay for a place he only uses once a week, if that. I'm just not a fucking idiot and pointing it out,” Bakugo snapped.

“That space is nice sometimes though, isn't it? In case he wants his own space or so we can have a night together sometimes,” Kirishima said.

“Deku doesn't want fucking space. The idiot would follow you to the bathroom and watch you piss if he could.”

“Dude! Don't be gross.”

“I think it's kinda fucked up to make him struggle over rent just so you can occasionally fuck me,” Bakugo continued.

“That's not- Katsuki we just started dating so that literally can't have been the reason- ugh, you two are both ridiculous. This isn't about you. What if I'm not ready?” Kirishima sighed.

“Bullshit.”

“Katsuki, I haven't known Izuku as long as you have,” Kirishima said. “Basically every advice anywhere says you shouldn't jump into living with someone. Also you'd be living with him too and sometimes you need space from each other.”

“I don't need shit,” Bakugo snapped and Kirishima sighed again. “Just fucking think about it. I think its fucked up you're making him pay rent he barely uses when you clearly want him all the fucking time.”

“Okay, I'll think about it,” Kirishima relented. “Since you seem so eager to talk about Izuku, I actually wanted to ask you about your boundaries on that.”

“What fucking boundaries,” Bakugo said with all the finality of someone who thought there was nothing to discuss.

“I asked Izuku this too, but stuff like. Are you okay with me being affectionate with Izuku around you? Hugging? Kissing? Stuff like that,” Kirishima asked.

“The fuck? You've been all fucking over each other and you ask me this now?”

“We weren't dating before, we are now,” Kirishima shrugged.

“I don't give a shit what you do,” Bakugo grumbled.

“I'm sure you care about somethings,” Kirishima said. “Positive outcome aside, you didn't seem particularly happy about coming home to us mid sex.”

“I was just fucking jealous. I don't give a shit, just keep the couch clean,” Bakugo grumbled. Kirishima reeled from the honest admission.

“Dude, it is so fucking manly for you to admit that,” Kirishima gushed. “I'm actually so impressed. I think I'd have a hard time with that.”

“Drop it,” Bakugo growled.

“Right, anyway, okay. So you don't care what you see of my relationship with Izuku. Do you care what Izuku sees? Do you want me to touch you less or kiss you less around him? Do you want me to make sure he doesn't catch us having sex? He doesn't mind. I mean you saw him, he likes it, but I thought that might bother you.”

Bakugo was quiet. He had a soft frown on his face and Kirishima realized he was actually thinking about it. It made him feel good knowing Bakugo wasn't just reacting and was actually considering the situation. Bakugo was smart, always top of their class, but he sometimes just didn't actually think.

“I don't fucking care,” Bakugo said after a while.

“Okay,” Kirishima smiled. “Um, those are all the things I can think of to ask. I definitely have no idea what I'm doing so I'm sure there's a lot I haven't considered. I do have a concern though.”

“Spit it out then.”

“I feel like you wont tell me if something is bothering you. You told me now that you were jealous, but you didn't say my affection towards Izuku was bothering you all these weeks. You didn't tell me you loved me for who knows how long and I feel like if something is bothering you with my relationship with Izuku, you won't tell me,” Kirishima said.

“Well that's your problem, isn't it,” Bakugo grumbled.

“I mean, it seems like a mutual problem,” Kirishima responded patiently.

“If you don't fucking trust me to say shit, I don't see why you'd trust me if I tell you I will.”

“I try to take people at their word,” Kirishima said. “So if you say you will, I'll trust you. Will you?”

“Fuck, I don't know. Fucking maybe okay,” Bakugo said and Kirishima had to appreciate that he didn't just lie about it at least.

“Okay,” Kirishima said. “I'll try to keep an eye out.”

“Don't fucking watch me like I'm some fucking bomb waiting to happen or some shit. Just, fucking let me deal with my own shit.”

“You're shit is my shit now, whether you like it or not. But honestly it's been my shit for years, Katsuki.”

“Well, I don't fucking like it. You shouldn't have to deal with my shit that's part of the whole fucking reason I didn't want to do this.”

“Hey,” Kirishima said, standing up and pulling Bakugo up off the loveseat he'd been eating his breakfast from so that they were standing face to face. “I'm really excited about that part too. I know you're not, but I am. You and Izuku like to make decisions about my relationships for me, whether with yourselves or with each other but sometimes you gotta let me make my own mistakes. Let me make my own decisions and trust me to do what I want to do, and I want to do this.”

“Yeah, alright,” Bakugo grumbled. “You fucking done with breakfast yet?”

“Yeah, why?” Kirishima asked before suddenly getting pulled into an unexpected kiss. Bakugo swung him around and pushed him down into the loveseat before immediately following him down to kiss him. Bakugo straddled his hips and pushed his head back into the loveseat as he was completely invaded.

“Because I'm still fucking ready for you after last night,” Bakugo growled into his lips, pulling Kirishima's shirt off.

“Ngh, Katsuki, you have to go to work after,” Kirishima moaned as Bakugo bent down to nip searing marks into Kirishima's neck and chest.

“I don't give a fuck,” Bakugo growled.

Bakugo stripped them both in short order, pulling lube out of his pockets like he'd been planning this and slicking up Kirishima's cock in a few firm strokes. He then lined himself up and very slowly sank down onto Kirishima. Once again capturing his mouth in a heated kiss, using his lubed hand to jerk his own erection.

Kirishima didn't even really have the wherewithal to note that Bakugo normally made Kirishima do all that so that Bakugo could avoid using his hands for things. Too overwhelmed with the sudden tight heat and Bakugo's flexed muscles as he moved.

Bakugo ground forward a few times to acclimate himself and then set up a brutal pace. Kirishima felt Bakugo's quads flex tight under his hands as he pistoned him up and then dropped down hard back into Kirishima's lap.

It was hot and tight and overwhelming. He felt like he was along for the ride even though he was the one being ridden. His mouth felt like it was being seared. One of his nipples was twisted and tugged, sending shots of sensation down to the already overwhelming pressure in his groin.

With the brutal tugging on his own cock, Bakugo came first, shooting hot liquid over Kirishima's abs. Then, with only a short jerking pause, Bakugo amazingly started pistoning himself again. Fucking himself hard on Kirishima even though he just came.

“Oh my- ah- Katsuki,” Kirishima cried, suddenly overwhelmed just from Bakugo's choice to keep going. He came, thrusting up into Bakugo to release.

Kirishima blinked to clear his vision and found a very smug Bakugo smirking above him.

“I bet Deku hasn't fucking ridden you like that, has he,” Bakugo growled happily into Kirishima's ear.

“Oh no, dude, you're going to make this a competition, aren't you?” Kirishima moaned, using one of his hands to try to rub the grogginess from his face. “Ugh, no, Izuku hasn't… we haven't done this at all.”

He gestured at where he was still connected to Bakugo, slowly softening inside him.

“What? Why the fuck not?” Bakugo sat back, sending a small shock of overstimulation from where they were connected. Kirishima groaned.

“He's never… I don't want to hurt him. My brain is so not working. Why are we talking about this?” Kirishima mumbled.

“He's not made of fucking glass and he hates being treated like he is. Just fuck him.”

“What is with- why are you both- just- your both so- Katsuki, my brain is so not ready for conversation right now, please,” Kirishima groaned.

“You make me talk about fucking feelings all the fucking time when I don't want to.”

“That's not-” Kirishima tried to just pull Bakugo forward into a hug to hopefully pause whatever was happening right now, but Bakugo wouldn't go down. He huffed and relented to talking more. “Ugh, just do it yourself, if it's so important. Stop putting me in the middle.”

“Do what myself?” Bakugo asked, sounding genuinely confused. Good. That's how Kirishima felt right now.

“Fuck him yourself,” Kirishima clarified tiredly. “Stop trying to use me to do it for you.”

Bakugo reared back, causing Kirishima to pop out along with a fair bit of cum. He grunted slightly at the disconnect as it sent a jolt up to his navel.

“I'm not fucking- I'm not-”

“Yeah, uh huh,” Kirishima interrupted. “Look, we both know I'm better at talking feelings, even if you ambush me after sex when my brain is all mushy. Don't try me. Go shower, we need to go to work.”

“You need a fucking shower more,” Bakugo said jumping on the topic switch instantly and looking down at the mess of cum on Kirishima.

“Get really nauseous and dizzy if I move after sex,” Kirishima mumbled. “Go shower.”

Bakugo gave him an odd look, before leaning in to kiss him once quickly and standing up to go shower. The chaste, quick kiss almost made Kirishima dizzy alone for the warmth and happiness it shot through his body.

Leaning in the shower once it was his turn, Kirishima suddenly worried if he'd have enough libido to keep up. Maybe he would have to start meddling like he'd teased Midoriya about, just because he didn't know if his body could handle it.

Midoriya's could. He could get horny so easily. He'd be much better at this middle person thing.

Plus they really couldn't complain with how much they were both meddling in his relationships. How in the world did Bakugo think it was a good idea to scold Kirishima for not fucking Midoriya less than a minute after sex. They were both so invested in each other. In his post sex haze he really had hit the nail on the head hadn't he?

They're invested because they're interested in each other. He believed Midoriya would support Kirishima dating anyone that made him happy, but he was more than just supportive with Bakugo. They were living through him. Doing what they wanted through him.

They didn't want to hide any part of their relationship. They wanted to see each other interact with him. They wanted to be seen interacting with him. They didn't say it outright but he got the feeling they wanted to see him have sex with the other.

The problem was, unlike Midoriya, he wasn't a Bakugo whisperer. He'd been living and loving the man for years and didn't even know Bakugo had loved him back.

He had no idea how to do what Midoriya did for him.

---

“Hi, I'm just here to say hi,” Midoriya said in the hallway as Kirishima got home. Midoriya worked with Chargebolt but as an agency personnel he didn't keep the same hours as a hero and was almost always the first one done with work. “I, um, still don't have a phone so I just, you know, wanted to at least see you for a minute. I'm thinking about getting one soon. I got a forward to pay my rent but I'm going to get another pay check soon. I'm making a lot more money. Like way more. So I could afford one, but I kinda wanna save up in case things don't work out. I've never really had a savings before, it seems nice to have that safety net for when I need to find a new job, but I should probably get a phone anyways so that I'm not always coming over unannounced just to say hi and-”

Kirishima stopped his mumbling by swooping down and kissing him.

He was never going to get tired of being able to kiss them. Of that he was quite certain. Even if it didn't give him so much nervous fluttering to kiss Midoriya because he wasn't really nervous about it anymore. It felt safe and sure and easy now. It was still amazing.

“You don't have to get a phone, I'm glad you're here,” Kirishima mumbled into Midoriya's lips and then kissed him again. He had to stop because he was smiling too hard at Midoriya's blush. “We missed you.”

“You mean, you missed me,” Midoriya spluttered.

“No, I mean we,” Kirishima said. “Katsuki wants you to move in with us.”

It had felt like a lot of pressure to move forward fast with his relationship with Midoriya when Bakugo had dropped it on him this morning. But coming home to Midoriya already here, and being reminded again of Midoriya's stress. Suddenly Bakugo seemed right. Kirishima hadn't been considering the cost of the few benefits Midoriya having his own place provided. There was a cost to that luxury and really, he wanted Midoriya here.

He picked Midoriya up, and grinned as he squeaked in surprise. Midoriya wrapped his legs around Kirishima's waist and let himself get carried down the hall to the living room. Imagining sitting down on the loveseat with Midoriya straddling him, sent a jolt of arousal through him after this morning. It seemed kind of perverse though, so he sat down on the couch instead. He leaned back so he could see Midoriya's face as he sat in his lap, curled in on himself slightly from embarrassment.

“I wanna talk about it,” Kirishima said.

“About… um…”

“About you moving in,” Kirishima said.

“Oh, um, I'm sorry I've been here so much, you must feel really pressured. Since I've been staying over all the time and I never even really asked if that was okay,” Midoriya mumbled, fidgeting with the front of Kirishima's shirt. Kirishima ran his hands up and down the outside of Midoriya's legs soothingly.

“I like you being here,” Kirishima said. “I like going to sleep cuddled up with you. I like waking up with you in my arms. I like coming home and finding you already here. I didn't like sleeping alone last night. You don't have to apologize. I want you here. I want you to stay the night tonight.”

“Oh, okay,” Midoriya said, still fidgeting and nervous.

“I have some worries,” Kirishima said. “But I think you'll blow them out of proportion, so I wanna know what you think.”

“Um, I'm really surprised, I guess,” Midoriya said. “And I feel like I've accidentally been pressuring you, by being around so much.”

“You haven't. Just think about it,” Kirishima said, feeling a pang of embarrassment since that's exactly what Bakugo had told him. “So that way we can talk about it. See if that's something we want or a goal we want to work towards.”

“Can I know your worries?” Midoriya asked. Kirishima sighed.

“Please don't make them a big deal,” Kirishima said firmly. “I'm worried you won't have your own space to retreat to. I'm worried you won't have a safe space from Katsuki when you guys do your mutual meddling in each other's lives and getting mad about it thing. I'm worried it will feel like I'm ditching you when I hook up with Katsuki, because you'll be alone in the next room, but that already happens to Katsuki so I'm not too worried about it. You're both kinda weirdly supportive in that regard. I'm mostly worried that it seems really fast, and everything I've been told says not to go too fast but I don't really know if I need to follow blanket rules just because.”

“Hmm,” Midoriya hummed, leaning forward into Kirishima. Kirishima wrapped his arms around his back and just held him there for a while.

“You don't need to think about it right this second,” Kirishima said after a bit. “You can take your time.”

“I know my answer, I'm just scared to say it,” Midoriya mumbled. “You won't like it.”

“There isn't a wrong answer,” Kirishima said. Although he was suddenly acutely aware that he actually would be really disappointed if Midoriya didn't want to move in. Which was probably a pretty good indication of his own feelings on the matter.

“I think you'll get sick of me,” Midoriya said quietly. “I really don't want that.”

“Okay, nope, I take it back. I should have trusted you. I don't like that answer,” Kirishima said. “I wish you'd have more faith in yourself and more faith in me, Izuku. I love you. I've spent every moment not at work with you since before we even started dating. I really don't think I could get sick of you.”

“But you said it was too soon. That's what that means really, that you might figure out you don't like me or would get sick of me so it's bad to move in,” Midoriya said.

“I’m actually much more worried about you deciding dating a pro hero is too stressful,” Kirishima said. “I definitely don't think I'll ever get tired of having you here.”

“I'm sorry I've been fussing so much,” Midoriya mumbled. “I know that's probably annoying but I promise it's not too much for me. I feel bad because I, um, I do think it's really exciting to be dating a pro hero actually. That feels kinda sleazy though.”

“It's not sleazy to be excited about me. I like you fussing. Izuku… you seem really down on yourself today,” Kirishima said in concern. “That isn't because of me dating Bakugo now, is it? You promised to tell me if it started bothering you.”

“No, no! I promise it still doesn't bother me,” Midoriya said. “I don't know, sometimes it all seems too good to be true. I don't want to lose you.”

“You're not going to lose me,” Kirishima smiled. “I'm asking you to move in with me, I think that's a pretty good sign I wanna keep you around.”

“I thought you were thinking about asking,” Midoriya mumbled.

“Well, I thought about it, now I'm asking,” Kirishima said.

“I'd like that a lot, um, maybe in a month or two?” Midoriya said.

“That sounds good,” Kirishima said. “I have something else I want to talk to you about.”

“Oh?”

“Remember how you asked me what my plan would be for making Katsuki date me?” Kirishima asked, Midoriya nodded curiously. “What would your plan be?”

“Oh, um, I really don't think it's possible, Ei,” Midoriya frowned. “I think my making advances would make him really uncomfortable and defensive. So I'd have to let him come to me and he'll never do that.”

“If he did, would you accept him?” Kirishima asked.

“Hmm, yeah, I would,” Midoriya mumbled. “It's more complicated than that though.”

“Well, I'm going to meddle,” Kirishima said. “Turn around is fair play.”

“I really don't think that's a good idea. I'm happy like this,” Midoriya said.

“You'd be happier though, wouldn't you?”

Midoriya was quiet for a long time.

“I don't know, I can't really imagine it,” he eventually whispered. “I don't know what it would be like.”

“I can imagine it,” Kirishima grinned. “It's adorable. I'll drop it for now though. What do you want for dinner?”

“Oh, I can cook!” Midoriya said, scrambling off Kirishima's lap.

“Between you and Katsuki, I'm very spoiled,” Kirishima smiled, watching as Midoriya made his way into the kitchen.

“No, you're just hopeless at cooking,” Midoriya said as he opened the fridge to pull out some vegetables. Kirishima laughed loudly and turned on the couch so he could watch Midoriya cook. A fond smile on his face.

He could easily imagine Bakugo coming home and crowding Midoriya up against the fridge to kiss him. Midoriya just melting for him. Then Bakugo scolding Midoriya for neglecting the food and taking over even though it was entirely his own fault. Midoriya standing there all breathless with stars in his eyes. Bakugo trying to hide his smile.

It was so easy to imagine.

Kirishima wanted that, he realized.

This must have been how Midoriya felt. Why he was so insistent on meddling.

Bakugo got home just as they were sitting down to eat and joined them. Denki sent a link to a video montage of Todoroki being deadpan in truly ridiculous situations so they watched that while they ate. The video had Bakugo howling while Midoriya struggled to figure out if he should be defending the ice hero or not. Kirishima almost snorted curry up his nose for one of the clips and Midoriya couldn't help but laugh at that.

“Deku, can I fucking talk to you,” Bakugo said uncomfortably after dinner. Kirishima paused his dishwashing in surprise to listen.

“Of course, Kacchan,” Midoriya responded.

“Let's go for a fucking walk or something then,” Bakugo said, standing up. Kirishima turned off the water to look over. Bakugo's shoulders were hunched up around his ears again and he wasn't looking at either of them.

“Don't kill my boyfriend,” Kirishima joked.

“I'm not going to fucking kill him,” Bakugo snapped, more angrily than Kirishima expected.

“Who said I was talking to you?” Kirishima teased.

“No promises,” Midoriya smiled although he sounded a bit nervous. Kirishima laughed anyway.

“Fuck off,” Bakugo grumbled.

Kirishima watched as they made their way to the hallway together, feeling unreasonably nervous. The silence after they left made him feel off, so he turned on the music and finished cleaning up the kitchen. They weren't back after that so he grabbed some weights from a rack on the wall and threw down a mat behind the couch to workout.

He hadn't been working out at home nearly as much as he used to, so he figured now as a good time to do it. He warmed up and started a workout set by his agency trainer. Trying to just blank his mind and focus on good form.

It was hard.

Why was he so nervous about them talking? Probably because Bakugo never wanted to talk ever. It was actually just alarming for him to have brought it up. Kirishima would be nervous if Bakugo asked him to walk and talk, but at least then he'd get the resolution of actually doing it.

Maybe he was also just curious.

He powered his way through his workout as a distraction and had gotten most of the way through when the door clicked indicating that they'd returned. He kept up his current exercise so that it wouldn't be obvious how desperately he wanted to run and check on them.

He looked over after they entered the living room. They had both paused to stare at him. Midoriya was red faced and puffy, like he'd been crying hard, but that didn't really say anything about the conversation. There didn't seem to be a strong emotion, positive or negative, that didn't make Midoriya cry.

Neither looked upset now, they mostly looked transfixed by him. He wasn't sure if that was because they'd been talking about him or not.

“Eijiro!” Bakugo barked after shaking himself. “Stop fucking showing off and comfort your goddamned boyfriend.”

Bakugo pushed Midoriya forward by the mid back so that he stumbled closer to Kirishima. Kirishima put down his weight and pulled Midoriya the rest of the way into his chest.

“I'm a bit sweaty, sorry,” Kirishima said.

“That's okay,” Midoriya said somewhat dazed. He had his hands braced against Kirishima's chest and he was slowly looking him up and down. Suddenly Kirishima realized what was happening.

“Do you like seeing me sweaty, Izuku?” Kirishima whispered in his ear. “Like watching your fit pro hero boyfriend workout?”

“Yeah,” Midoriya shuddered slightly, thumping his head into Kirishima's sternum. Kirishima chuckled. He'd expected Midoriya to get flustered and whine rather than just answering honestly, but it was still cute.

He bent down and lifted Midoriya up, which burned slightly more than usual from post workout weariness but wasn't too bad. Midoriya wrapped his legs around Kirishima's waist and grabbed onto his neck looking up in surprise. Kirishima caught his mouth the second Midoriya's face came close to his and felt as Midoriya's muscles relaxed into him with the kiss. His legs stayed taught but his back and shoulders melted.

The kiss got more heated and Midoriya began rolling his hips forward. Kirishima slid his hands so he was more firmly grabbing Midoriya's ass rather than legs and squeezed. Helping him grind forward. Midoriya panting and moaning into the kiss.

“Do you want to shower with me?” Kirishima whispered against his mouth as Midoriya broke away to gasp.

“Yes,” Midoriya breathed out, a little desperately. Kirishima chuckled and moved to carry him to the bathroom and noticed that Bakugo hadn't left for his room. He was still standing just past the hall, watching them. He looked transfixed.

Feeling suddenly bold, Kirishima walked up to him, still carrying Midoriya. Before Bakugo could register what was happening he walked into him, pressing him up against the wall with Midoriya's back until he was smashing Midoriya into Bakugo and Bakugo into the wall.

He rolled his hips forward and knew the motion transferred all the way back. Bakugo grunted and thumped his head back into the wall, while Midoriya dropped his head back onto Bakugo's shoulder. They looked good like that.

“You want to come shower with us too, Katsuki?” Kirishima said huskily. “You wouldn't mind, right Izuku?”

“N-no, I d-don’t mind,” Midoriya stammered.

“I don't- I- fuck- I don't take hot showers,” Bakugo stumbled. Clearly trying for a casual rejection and failing miserably. Kirishima grinned.

“You're loss,” he said before surging forward and kissing Bakugo over Midoriya's shoulder, right next to his face. Midoriya let out a little surprised “oh”.

Kirishima rolled his hips forward again, enjoying as both their breaths caught slightly, before pulling back from the kiss and pulling Midoriya off of Bakugo as he stepped back. He left Bakugo on the wall and carried Midoriya the rest of the way to the bathroom before setting him down.

He turned on the water to heat up and turned back to Midoriya, bending down to rest their foreheads together.

“I hope that was okay,” Kirishima whispered. “I know you both just had a serious talk, so that was probably horrible timing. I wasn't thinking properly.”

“No, no, that was okay,” Midoriya said, still a little shaky. “Kacchan was just apologizing for some stuff in the past. I think I convinced him to move on though, so that's good. I think the talk was good. Important for him to be comfortable around me now.”

“So you liked being pinned between us?” Kirishima teased as he started to undress Midoriya, deciding to let Midoriya and Bakugo's conversation remain between them.

“I… yeah, I did,” Midoriya whispered shyly. Kirishima smiled and kissed him.

---

The next few weeks were a lot for Kirishima. He kind of understood when Midoriya felt like it was too good to be true. He was just so happy.

Casual affection with Bakugo was becoming easier. Bakugo often initiated now as if he wasn't even thinking about it. They'd all agreed to see if this worked with Midoriya living with them as a trial run. He still had his own apartment but it was expected that he'd stay over.

Pro hero work was getting better. He was figuring out how to escape crowds. He actually got to use the assassination attempt to his advantage, frequently just saying “not too many people at once” and that was enough. The assassin was just a glory seeker, not some organized attempt.

He was very happy.

He was also nervous about juggling two relationships. Neglecting one or the other. Living together definitely made that harder instead of easier. There wasn't clearly delineated time for different people.

His saving grace was how invested his boyfriends were in each other's relationship with him. Although they had been acting a bit odd around each other and he didn't know if it was a good odd or a bad odd.

It started out small.

“Oi! Nerd!” Bakugo shouted as he got home. He stomped into the living room and hurtled something at Midoriya's head. Kirishima reached out and caught it on instinct before it could hit him. The package was quite soft though, it wouldn't have hurt. He handed it to Midoriya.

Midoriya just held the paper wrapped package in confusion.

“Fucking open it,” Bakugo demanded and marched off to the bathroom for his post work shower before Midoriya did so.

Kirishima and Midoriya exchanged confused looks, before Midoriya carefully opened the package. It was a pack of a dozen high quality All Might themed socks.

“Ah! Kacchan!” Midoriya yelled, scrambling off the couch and out of Kirishima's arms to run to the bathroom door, which he opened and closed quickly. “Ah! S-sorry!”

“What the fuck did you think was going to happen!?” Kirishima heard Bakugo's muffled yells through the door. “Don't fucking open the bathroom door! What is wrong with you!?”

“Sorry Kacchan! I thought I was fast enough to catch you before you undressed! I'm sorry! But thank you so much! I love them!” Midoriya said, blushing hard.

“I know you do!” Bakugo yelled back. Then the shower clearly turned on, effectively halting their through the door conversation. Midoriya came slinking back over, red faced and clutching the socks to his chest.

“See something you shouldn't?” Kirishima teased.

“Eichaaaan!” Midoriya blushed harder, floppy down onto the couch and hiding his face in Kirishima's chest. Kirishima folded Midoriya into his arms and chuckled.

“Like what you saw?” Kirishima teased more, then laughed as Midoriya just whined in mortification.

Or a few days later over breakfast.

“Is that a fucking Chargebolt hoodie!?” Bakugo actually grabbed Midoriya as he walked past by the back of his yellow hoodie and yanked him closer.

“Um, yes?” Midoriya said, slightly flustered and confused as he was suddenly face to face with Bakugo, who plucked at the logo on the front of the hoodie, effectively bringing Midoriya in close.

“You can't wear a fucking Chargebolt hoodie,” Bakugo snapped.

“Kacchan, I work with Chargebolt, they gave it to me at work,” Midoriya mumbled, looking actually a little uncomfortable.

“Doesn't mean you have to wear it,” Bakugo grumbled softly.

“It's the nicest coat I have,” Midoriya said. “And I like finally having hero stuff again. I lost almost everything and I haven't been able to afford new stuff. I really like this coat.”

“Yeah, alright,” Bakugo mumbled, but he didn't let go of Midoriya's hoodie. So they just stood toe to toe, staring at each other for a beat.

“Um, sorry it bothers you,” Midoriya mumbled hesitantly.

“It doesn't bother me,” Bakugo mumbled back. Kirishima blinked at them. Bakugo was supposed to yell that angrily and push Midoriya away, not mumble it all sullenly.

Eventually they broke off, Bakugo letting go of the coat while Midoriya stumbled back. They didn't say anything as they headed off to work.

That night Bakugo came home with a DynaMight dream coat, Kirishima’s Red Riot line crop hoodie that was meant to mimic his hero costume and for some reason Uravity’s top of the line pink bomber jacket. He shoved them all into Midoriya's arms without a word.

Much to Bakugo's chagrin, Midoriya waited to open the bag until Bakugo was out of the shower this time. When he actually opened the bag and pulled out the coats he burst into tears and hugged Bakugo. To Kirishima's amazement, Bakugo gently wrapped his arms around Midoriya and just let him cry into his shirt. Even going so far as to gently rest his cheek on Midoriya's head as he stood there waiting for him to stop crying.

Kirishima was scared to move and ruin the moment.

Eventually Midoriya pulled away and Kirishima actually held his breath as Bakugo used his thumb to wipe the tears off Midoriya's cheek.

“Thank you Kacchan,” Midoriya whispered.

“Yeah, whatever, you didn't need to cry about it,” Bakugo grumbled.

“It just made me really happy,” Midoriya mumbled.

“Well, good,” Bakugo said softly. Kirishima very quietly let out his held breath because he desperately needed to breathe but was still terrified of ruining whatever this was.

They paid him no mind as they stood there. Midoriya still bracketed softly in Bakugo's arms. Not clutched together tightly, just gently standing close.

“You should see if they fit,” Bakugo said after a very long moment of them just staring at each other.

“Oh! Yeah!” Midoriya said, suddenly scrambling out of Bakugo's arms and over to the coats. Bakugo actually laughed as he took a step back and then made his way over to flop down half on top of Kirishima. Kirishima wrapped an arm around his shoulders as Bakugo slid so that they were thigh to thigh. Bakugo leaned back against Kirishima's chest.

“What was that?” Kirishima whispered softly.

Bakugo just shrugged.

Kirishima laughed hard the next morning when Midoriya wore the Uravity bomber to work, insisting to a grumpy Bakugo that it was more professional than the other coats.

He wore the DynaMight dream coat around the apartment constantly though and Kirishima could tell Bakugo liked it.

There were other little moments around the apartment that started to give Kirishima the confidence to push a bit.

Bakugo was reading on the couch one evening, his legs kicked up over Kirishima's lap while Midoriya lay on the other side of the couch, his feet slotted under Kirishima's thigh to keep them warm as he watched some hero footage for the heroes in the agency he worked for on his new phone. Kirishima was messaging his friends who were accusing him of neglecting them and debating on telling them about Bakugo or not when Midoriya got up to use the bathroom.

He was waiting for a reply when Midoriya got back and suddenly felt bold, so he pulled Midoriya down onto the same side of the couch as Bakugo. Midoriya fell into the space between them, his legs propped up over Bakugo's legs.

“The fuck Eijiro!?” Bakugo grumbled as he dropped his book from the jostling.

“Sorry, Izuku was sitting too far away,” Kirishima said lightly, then shuffled bit so that he could lean into Midoriya, which forced Midoriya sideways so that he leaned more into Bakugo.

“Ah! I'm sorry Kacchan!” Midoriya said, flustered and suprised as he was pressed more into Bakugo's space.

“It's not your fault,” Bakugo grumbled, then shoved lightly at Kirishima's thigh with his foot. “This idiot is just being a dumbass.”

Midoriya struggled a bit to sit up, trying to vaguely extricate himself from the hole he fell into and out from under Kirishima before Bakugo huffed loudly.

“Stop squirming,” Bakugo grumbled as he opened an arm and pulled Midoriya into his chest so that Midoriya fell completely onto the couch, pressed into Bakugo's side, half on top of him. Bakugo adjusted his grip so that he could read his book one handed.

“Oh, um…” Midoriya mumbled in surprise but couldn't seem to think of anything else to say. Kirishima pretended to go back to texting on his phone. He reached down to rub a thumb gently over Bakugo's ankle, as if in absent minded affection but used it to check his heart beat. Bakugo's heart was pounding hard and Kirishima couldn't help but grin.

Midoriya eventually went back to watching his footage, and they spent the rest of the evening like that.

----

“Katsuki, can we talk,” Kirishima asked. He flopped down onto Bakugo's bed as Bakugo closed his bedroom door.

“The fuck have I done?” Bakugo snapped, his whole body suddenly radiating concern.

“It's nothing like that,” Kirishima insisted. “I just want to have a conversation and I don't want to drop it on you if you're not up for it. That wouldn't be manly at all.”

“Well, fucking spit it out,” Bakugo sat down tensely on the bed. Kirishima smiled sadly and pulled Bakugo down next to him, shifting so he was partially over top and propping himself so he could look down into his eyes.

“I love you,” Kirishima smiled and pecked Bakugo lightly.

“Yeah, yeah, fucking sap. What did you wanna fucking talk about,” Bakugo grumbled, but he looked less tense.

“I’m worried about Izuku moving in while your relationship with him is so undefined,” Kirishima said honestly.

Bakugo looked away, avoiding Kirishima's eyes. They just lay there for a while. Kirishima eventually moved down to rest his head on Bakugo's shoulder and tangled their legs together. Just getting comfortable as he waited. He hardly ever got to pillow on Bakugo or Izuku, it was normally the other way around. Kirishima was just big. Although Izuku made a startlingly effective big spoon at night for someone so much smaller than him.

“I won't fuck this up,” Bakugo said eventually. “But if I do, I'll fucking leave. I can help with rent till you find a smaller place. There's no fucking reason you should live with me over Deku.”

“You have a plan then? With Izuku?” Kirishima asked.

“Yeah,” Bakugo breathed out. “I should have fucking talked to you about it. I'm an ass.”

“You can talk to me about it now,” Kirishima said.

“Yeah, fuck, alright. I didn't wanna fucking, say it aloud, I guess. I should have fucking checked it was alright, though. If I date him too, or whatever.”

“Yeah, I guess maybe I told Izuku this and not you. I'm okay with you dating other people, but I'd like to know,” Kirishima said. “But also… I want you to date Izuku in particular. It's just painful watching you both pine all the time. I suddenly know how Izuku felt when he was pushing us together.”

Bakugo just grunted in acknowledgement.

“So you plan on moving forward then?” Kirishima asked.

“Yeah, fuck, I just can't fuck it up,” Bakugo said.

“Then do it properly, unlike us,” Kirishima said.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Bakugo snapped.

“I’ve never been on a date with you,” Kirishima said. “But I did the manly thing with Izuku and asked him on a date. We actually went out on a lot of dates at first. Although I haven't been on a date with him since Hydron, now that I think of it. You should ask him on a proper date, if you want to do it properly.”

“What if some fucking vulture fucking sees us?” Bakugo demanded.

“Wear a disguise,” Kirishima said. Bakugo grunted.

“What the shitty ass dates did you do?” Bakugo asked.

“We'd always go to the park and I'd buy lunch,” Kirishima said. “We'd just eat and walk around mostly.”

“It wasn't actually supposed to be shitty,” Bakugo scowled. “That's lame as hell.”

Kirishima laughed.

“You shouldn't pick my dates, you should pick your own,” Kirishima chuckled. “I just didn't want to overwhelm him.”

“I am not walking around the fucking park with you when we go on a date,” Bakugo growled.

“Is this you asking me on a date?” Kirishima grinned.

“Obviously.”

“You might wanna be more elequent when you ask Izuku for a first date,” Kirishima chuckled.

“Fucking duh,” Bakugo said. “Look, fuck, I am going to fucking try harder with him. If it, fucking bothers you or whatever, then I can do that with you too but you said you didn't need me to fucking change so I'm not. Just fucking tell me.”

“You don't need to change for Izuku either, he likes you for you.”

“I need to do it for myself,” Bakugo said quietly. “I just can't do it like this.” He gestured vaguely between them. “With him. I couldn't handle it. Just too close to… fuck- to before, or whatever. I just don't want you to think you're not fucking worth it too. You are. I could do it.”

“Thanks dude, but I like us how we are, don't you?”

“Yeah… You're a goddamned fucking saint, you know that? I don't know how you put up with my shit but I appreciate it, alright? The fact that I don't have to fucking worry or, I don't know, fucking think I guess. It just works. I appreciate that.”

“I love you,” Kirishima smiled.

“Yeah, I love you too or whatever,” Bakugo said, sounding distinctly uncomfortable like he always did on the rare occasions he said it back. It always sent a happy little tingle down Kirishima's spine anyways.

They lay in silence again. Kirishima just listened to Bakugo's breathing.

“Are we done fucking talking?” Bakugo grumbled eventually.

“Yeah,” Kirishima said.

“Then fuck me already, what the fuck are you waiting for!?”

Kirishima rolled over and laughed but Bakugo shut him up quickly after that.

---

After a few days with no change, Kirishima decided to take things into his own hands.

Midoriya tended to take showers before work since he didn't have a very dirty job unlike Kirishima and Bakugo. As Midoriya headed into the shower, Kirishima grabbed Bakugo and pulled him down into Kirishima's lap. He was sitting in the loveseat and the reminder distracted him slightly.

Bakugo crowded into him, kissing him hard. Keeping his hands in fists to make sure Kirishima didn't go to work with nitroglycerin on him.

“I'm going to Denki's tonight,” Kirishima said, pulling away from the kiss and refocusing on his intended task. Bakugo ignored him, bending down to suck hard on Kirishima’s neck, which made focusing hard. It was made harder with Bakugo straddling him again and grinding down into him. “So you can ask Izuku on that date tonight.”

Bakugo stilled instantly, his mouth half open against Kirishima's throat.

“The fuck?” Bakugo breathed, replacing his mouth with his forehead as he hid his face.

“It's hard with me around. So now you can,” Kirishima said. “Besides, Denki and Mina have been giving me so much shit for not being around.”

“Fucking leeches,” Bakugo griped.

“You'll do it, right?” Kirishima asked.

“Yeah, fuck, okay. Fine,” Bakugo said quietly.

“Good. Next question, can I tell Denki about us?” Kirishima asked. “I hate keeping it a secret.”

“The fucking gossip will tell everyone and their fucking mom if you tell him.”

“Yep,” Kirishima laughed. “So essentially I'm asking if the whole class can know?”

“Ugh, fucking fine, I just fucking worry about Deku's job. Don't wanna label him as a deviant or some shit.”

“I think he'll be at bigger risk of Denki flirting with him once he finds out he's technically available.”

“Yeah, fucking hate that.”

Kirishima laughed.

“Don't worry, Izuku is too enamored with you right now to notice,” Kirishima grinned, then leaned in to whisper in Bakugo's ear. “Can you imagine his face if he got out of the shower to find you riding me? He'd like it so much.”

“Fuck, Eijiro!” Bakugo growled, suddenly rocking his hips forward again.

“He'd collapse against that wall, weak in the knees. You know he wouldn't look away. He'd watch the whole time as you rode me. Touching himself. Do you think he'd come first? I think so.”

Bakugo kissed him and Kirishima suspected it was to shut him up as much as it was to kiss him. He could feel Bakugo hard and straining in his pants so he unbuttoned and unzipped them. He pulled Bakugo's erection completely free of his pants and began fisting it roughly.

Bakugo threw his head back and groaned, bucking up into Kirishima's hand.

He knew the second Midoriya walked in on them by the sharp intake of breath from the hall. He rocked Bakugo's hips up with his other hand so that Bakugo wasn't obscured at all by the arm of the loveseat.

He looked over at Midoriya, who was transfixed by the sight. He chuckled low as Midoriya stumbled back into the wall to support himself. He grabbed Bakugo's head to pull his face close to his.

“What did I tell you?” Kirishima growled low before turning Bakugo's head so he could see as Midoriya shook against the wall. Midoriya grabbed his own erection through his pants as if desperate for some relief.

Bakugo moaned and bucked his hips forward. Kirishima picked up his pace so that Bakugo was jerking involuntarily against him.

Bakugo came with a low groan all over the shirt Kirishima had intended to wear to work that day. He slumped into Kirishima's lap, panting hard. His eyes were squeezed closed. He had a faint blush on his face. Kirishima could tell he was acutely aware of Midoriya watching them.

Midoriya was still transfixed, leaned back against the wall, also panting hard. He was still squeezing himself hard through his pants. He looked wrecked.

“Izuku, come here,” Kirishima ordered in a low voice. He felt Bakugo jerk in surprise against him as Midoriya took a sharp intake of breath. Midoriya stumbled hesitantly over to him. Kirishima kept one hand firmly on Bakugo's hip so he wouldn't bolt and used the other hand, the one still covered in Bakugo's release, to reach out and pull Midoriya flush to the side of the loveseat.

Midoriya had to reach out to steady himself so he didn't fall forward, involuntarily grabbing Bakugo's shoulder in one hand and Kirishima's in the other. Kirishima undid Midoriya's pants and quickly pulled out his cock before Midoriya had time to orient himself. Midoriya groaned and collapsed more into him, pressing his forehead to Kirishima's where Bakugo's already rested, so that all three of them were breathing the same air.

Kirishima used Bakugo's release as lubricant as he started pumping Midoriya's cock. Midoriya gasped and moaned quietly, as if he was trying to hold back and failing. Kirishima could tell that Bakugo and Midoriya were hyper aware of their proximity. He could almost feel the tension in their bodies as they focused on how close their mouths were.

He was suddenly acutely aware, in fact, that he had been basically forgotten, despite his hand jerking Midoriya tightly.

Midoriya collapsed more against them as his breath picked up pace, leaning more into Bakugo than before. He could hear Bakugo's shallow ragged breathing as his breath hitched on the change. Bakugo hesitantly reached out a hand and placed it on Midoriya's side to steady him.

Midoriya moaned long and low and came all over Kirishima's shirt. Which he supposed was better than on the arm of the loveseat. Kirishima pulled back a bit, letting a shaky Midoriya collapse more into Bakugo for support.

They slowly caught their breath and leaned back slightly. Kirishima watched as they both risked looking at each other, making eye contact and then just freezing. Breathing close to each other, low and shallow, like they were afraid to break the spell.

His stomach swooped as they swayed slightly and he had to stop himself from laughing when he realized his stomach had swooped at the idea of them kissing each other. He pushed it down but couldn't stop himself from grinning.

They were so cute.

“Um…” Midoriya mumbled, breaking the spell. They both leaned back and looked away. Bakugo climbed off Kirishima's lap and tucked himself back into his pants before walking to the bathroom without a word.

Kirishima stood up and leaned down to pull Midoriya into a soft kiss, making sure to keep his soiled shirt away from Midoriya's.

“You said you wouldn't reject him, right?” Kirishima whispered very quietly into Midoriya's lips. Midoriya swallowed hard. “Because if you've changed your mind, you need to tell me now.”

“N-no, I wouldn't, um. I'd say yes, I mean,” Midoriya mumbled.

“And you want that?” Kirishima asked.

“Yeah,” Midoriya breathed.

“Good,” Kirishima said firmly. “Now, I need to go change.”

Midoriya blushed hotly, looking down at Kirishima's shirt and biting his lip.

“Um, do you want-? Um, you know… you didn't, um,” Midoriya stumbled.

“Nah, I'm okay,” Kirishima said. “You can't be late for work and besides you already very thoroughly satisfied me last night.”

“Eichan!” Midoriya flushed and covered his face.

“I love you, have a good day at work,” Kirishima kissed the hand over his face and left for his bedroom.

----

“Bro! I'm so glad you're here! It's been forever since we had a girl's night!” Kaminari exclaimed, throwing an arm over Kirishima's shoulder even though he had to reach up quite a bit to do so. Kirishima hunched slightly.

“We're having a girl's night? I thought it was just us?” Kirishima asked.

“Nah dude, with how afk you are, Mina would kill me if I kept you to myself,” Kaminari laughed. “We're going to her place.”

“So a proper girl's night then?” Kirishima laughed.

“You better believe it!” Kaminari grinned.

They took Kaminari’s motorcycle to Ashido’s apartment. Kirishima was always very happy that he had a hardening quirk whenever he was convinced to ride passenger for Kaminari. The maniac had the motorcycle designed explicitly for hero work. To get to incidents as well as to use while fighting. It was an electric motorcycle with no batteries. Kaminari was the battery. That meant it was incredibly lightweight, compact and had the torque and acceleration of a monster electric engine. Kirishima wouldn't be surprised if it could go zero to sixty in under a second and Kaminari wasn’t afraid to test that thought anytime he could.

They reached Ashido's far faster than they reasonably should have and parked in her building's private lot. Kaminari's motorcycle didn't have a key, since it had no power without Kaminari himself, but it did have a complicated automatic locking mechanism. Kaminari's old motorcycle models sold for obscene amounts of money, despite them being useless to anyone else.

They made their way up a private elevator to Ashido's penthouse. Kaminari and Ashido always made him acutely aware of how far below his means he and Bakugo were living.

He had a savings account though, unlike them.

“Girls!!” Ashido screamed as she threw the door open before they could even knock, jumping up to throw her arms around Kirishima's neck so that he had to lift her completely off the ground. He hugged her back and spun her around in a circle.

“Thanks for having me, Mina,” Kirishima grinned.

“What you mean to say is ‘sorry for being a big idiot and not coming over more’, right?” Ashido demanded.

“Yes, exactly,” Kirishima chuckled.

“Good! Oh, I'm so excited! It's been ages since we've had a girl's night!” Mina squealed, releasing Kirishima and pulling him inside. He barely had time to kick off his shoes as she dragged him around. Kaminari bounced excitedly next to them.

Mina led them to her big sunken circle couch, which had somehow acquired a huge amount of pillows and blankets. The table was pushed away and was groaning with snacks and drinks. There were three people already laying around the couch.

“Wait! Jirou! You're not one of the girls!” Kirishima said scandalized as he spotted the earphone hero amongst the cushions.

“I'm literally a girl,” Jiro deadpanned.

“That doesn't mean anything,” Kirishima laughed as he jumped over into the pile of cushions.

“Do you not wanna see me?” Jiro asked in a very bored, could care less tone that made Kirishima chuckle.

“Nah, dude, I'm happy to see you. But Denki said it was a girl's night and you're explicitly a boy,” Kirishima laughed.

“What, kero?” Tsu ribbited from where she sat next to Ururaka.

“Bakugo tried insulting us all once in high school,” Ururaka giggled. “Called us all girls, Kirishima and Kaminari too. He explicitly excluded Kyoka though, so sometimes we just get together as the girls. I didn't know it was supposed to be a girl's night.”

“That's okay, it's just hard to gossip about Denki's massive crush when she's here,” Kirishima laughed.

“Dude!” Kaminari yelled in anguish, tossing a pillow hard at Kirishima's head.

“Kyoka’s a terrible gossip,” Mina laughed, jumping down next to Kirishima and throwing her legs in his lap. “But we never get to see this dumb lug, so I figured best invite anyone for this fleeting glimpse we get.”

“I haven't been that bad!” Kirishima laughed, taking the pillow Kaminari had thrown and thwaking Mina with it. The pillow caught on her horn and stuck there so he left it. Kaminari broke into peals of laughter at the pillow stuck on Mina's head. She pulled it off and threw it in Kaminari's face.

“It's good to see you're all still lively, kero,” Tsu said with a soft smile on her wide mouth.

“Denki’s literally made of energy,” Ururaka laughed. “Okay! Let's start this girl's night then! Kirishima!!!! Midoriya! Oh my god! He's so cuuuute! Tell us everything!”

“Oh dude! He's so smart! My agency thinks I'm going to break top ten thanks to some of the stuff he's helped me with! Not this billboard, too soon, but next one. I've been trying so hard, bro, I've been stuck at fourteen for two years but he really helped me figure out how to go in for the long fights. It's crazy!” Kaminari babbled happily.

“Denki, we love you hun, but we are here to talk romance, not work,” Ashido scolded.

“I like hearing about Izuku's work,” Kirishima grinned. He did, it was actually really great to hear Kaminari gush about him. Midoriya was always so stressed and negative about his contributions. Bakugo and he didn't really believe his negativity but they didn't actually know.

“Awww,” Ururaka coo’d. “That's sweet. How'd you meet him? How long have you been dating? How was he not already taken? He's so cute.”

“Ururaka is jealous, kero,” Tsu said.

“I'm not jealous!” Ururaka cried. “I do wanna be his friend though! He had such good energy!”

“When he wasn't hiding like a huge dork,” Jiro said.

“He's a huge hero nerd,” Kirishima laughed. “I got him a ticket to hero con before we were dating. He didn't know I was Red Riot so he came to get an autograph from me not knowing he knew me and he complimented me and ran and forgot his autograph. It was so cute.”

“Dude, how'd you hide you were Red Riot?” Kaminari asked.

“Hat, mask,” Kirishima shrugged. “When I asked him on dates we'd go in the morning and I wouldn't shave. People don't associate Red Riot with facial hair.”

“Wait, you dated him and didn't tell him?” Jiro asked.

“Aw, Kyoka, I knew there was a gossip deep inside you somewhere,” Mina squealed, throwing herself over to hug Jiro.

“Yeah, we dated a bit before I told him,” Kirishima said, ignoring Ashido as Jiro muttered a half hearted “shut up” and pushed her off. “You should have seen him when I told him, he tried so hard not to be weird or freak out.”

“That's so cute!” Ururaka said.

“You don't normally lie, Kirishima,” Tsu said, tilting her head and looking at him like he had presented a puzzle to her.

“It wasn't intentional at first, I didn't mean to fall for him. We were just meeting up to hangout kinda by happenstance every night because I didn't want to be home and we just kinda fell for each other on accident. He was just some guy at first, you know? I didn't wanna have to deal with it. I was kinda just hiding from my life in general,” Kirishima said.

“Why? Kero,”

“Oh was this when you were hurting over Bakugo?” Ururaka asked softly.

“I don't know how you ever did that, Eijiro. I'm so glad you've finally moved on. It was painful to watch,” Ashido groaned.

“What was painful to watch?” Tsu asked.

“Ugh, this big idiot has had a raging crush on our favorite exploding anger issue since high school,” Ashido said, shoving Kirishima with her foot. “Then the idiot decided to start letting Bakugo fuck him like an absolute moron. That ended with as much heartache as you'd expect.”

“Why would that end in heartache?” Tsu still looked very perplexed.

“Bakugo was just in for a quick bang and Kirishima was a lovesick puppy,” Ashido huffed. “It doesn't take a genius to work out what would happen.”

“But… kero,” Tsu frowned. Kirishima was looking at Tsu with about as much curiosity as Tsu was looking at him.

“Did Katsuki talk to you, Tsu?” Kirishima asked softly.

“No, kero, I just thought it was obvious,” Tsu said.

“Bro, what was obvious? I'm lost,” Kaminari complained.

“I really thought Bakugo liked Kirishima,” Tsu said.

“Oh no,” Ururaka sighed. “That has always been painfully one sided.”

“It's been a trainwreck,” Ashido moaned.

“Why are you grinning?” Jiro asked Kirishima. Who had been grinning wide. It was nice to know he wasn't the only one who missed it and it was also kinda nice to know that someone had seen it. Especially someone as observant as Tsu.

“Actually, Tsu is right,” Kirishima smiled.

“What?”

“Dude!”

“Nooo! Did he make a big fuss or something? He didn't bother poor Midoriya did he?” Ururaka gasped.

Kirishima laughed.

“Nope, actually if all goes as planned he should be asking Izuku to date him right about now,” Kirishima grinned happily.

Everyone went quiet. Kinda just gaping at him, like they couldn't quite figure out what they'd just heard.

“Dude… are you okay?” Kaminari asked gently, like someone who'd just heard about a death in the family. It made Kirishima laugh.

“He's messing with us,” Ashido said grumpily, sending Kirishima a pout.

“A bit,” Kirishima said happily. “But I'm not lying.”

“Can you explain?” Jiro said calmly.

“I'm polyamarous now I guess. Really I should say Izuku doesn't understand monogamy. His stupidly big heart doesn't seem to understand the concept of keeping someone to himself,” Kirishima shrugged. “I'd been dating Izuku for a while but a bit over a month ago I found out Katsuki had actually been in love with me the whole time we were hooking up. Izuku kept pushing me to date him and I eventually gave in. So I've been dating both of them.”

“Wait, are you serious, dude?” Kaminari asked, sounding so astonished that Kirishima couldn't help but laugh again.

“He's fucking with us,” Mina mumbled.

“Nope, I'm serious,” Kirishima grinned. “I'm not just hooking up with Katsuki, I'm actually dating him. Gals, I've been so happy. I cannot even tell you how happy, but figuring out two new relationships is a lot. I'm sorry I haven't been around.”

“Let me get this straight,” Mina said. “You've been ditching us because you have not one but two boyfriends!?”

“Yep! But! Hopefully they'll be dating each other soon too and then I'll have more time!” Kirishima laughed.

“You want them to date each other?” Jiro asked.

“Oh yeah, it's painful watching them pine for each other,” Kirishima groaned. “They were each other's first crushes back in middle school. They've known each other since they were four. I can't believe it's taken them this long.”

“It doesn't bother you?” Ururaka asked.

“Honestly, I'd be happy if they dated anyone. Being the only one with multiple partners is kinda stressful,” Kirishima responded. “I kinda thought about trying to set up Izuku with you or Denki.”

He laughed as Ururaka spluttered.

“That can't still happen?” Denki asked. Jiro threw a pillow at him.

“What is even happening!?” Ashido cried. “Eijiro! How have you been holding so much from us? What the heck?”

“I think it makes sense, kero,” Tsu said.

“Let no one ever doubt that Tsu is always right,” Kirishima grinned. Tsu flushed lightly and looked away.

They all bickered and gossiped for another hour. Ashido managed to pull far more details about Kirishima's sex life from him than he had wanted to share. They finally stopped their interrogation as the food they ordered arrived and they had to sort through dishing it up and fighting over who got what.

“Hey Kirishima,” Jiro said quietly off to the side, while Ashido shrieked about Kaminari stealing something from her plate.

“What's up?”

“Can I talk to you privately for a second,” Jiro said, still quiet.

“Sure.”

They wandered into Ashido's bedroom, which was an absolute disaster zone, and sat on the bed. Jiro tucked her knees up to her chin and looked at her feet instead of at Kirishima.

“I was wondering if you could tell me a bit more about what Polyamory is,” Jiro said, somewhat uncomfortably.

“Hmm, I'm maybe not the best person to ask, I'm kinda just going with the flow here,” Kirishima said thoughtfully, leaning back on his hands and looking up at Ashido's ceiling. They'd all attempted to paint a galaxy on her ceiling a while ago but they'd been very drunk and the outcome was a complete disaster. “Basically you date people in all the same ways you'd date normally, except that you can date multiple people. At least that's what I've got. Midoriya has read a lot about it now, I could have him send you stuff to read, if you want?”

“I'd appreciate that.”

“You don't have to answer this, but does this have to do with you and Denki?”

“Yeah,” Jiro sighed. “You know him. He's got the inhibitions of a drunk sailor when he's completely sober. He just can't not cheat, so I've never dated him. He thinks he could do it, but I don't. But also…”

“Also?” Kirishima proded after she'd been quiet for a while. Jiro sighed again.

“I like someone else too,” Jiro whispered. “It's probably really wishful thinking it could just all work out, you know? I think you got really lucky but… maybe it's worth at least talking about.”

“I always think talking is worth it,” Kirishima said.

“Can you not tell the others about this?” Jiro asked.

“Of course,” Kirishima said. Jiro gave him a considering and slightly skeptical look. “I'm a better information vault than the others, maybe not as good as Tsu but it wouldn't be manly to talk about something I was asked not to.”

“Alright, thanks,” Jiro said.

“Hey! Just ‘cause your boyfriend lets you bang anyone you want doesn't mean you can do it on my bed!” Ashido yelled from the other side of the door. Jiro threw herself to the door and pulled it open.

“Don't be gross,” Jiro said, before pushing past into the kitchen.

“What was that?” Ashido asked.

“Just us boys having a girl free chat,” Kirishima grinned. Ashido flipped him off.

---

He was exhausted when he finally stumbled home. He kicked off his shoes and snuck into his room and was surprised to find the light still on. He opened the door and blinked against the light.

Midoriya was sitting in their bed. He was looking up at Kirishima now but he had his knees tucked into his chest and his phone at his feet. Like he'd been using it while curled into a tight ball.

Kirishima closed the door and stripped down before flopping down next to Midoriya.

“Are you okay?” Kirishima asked quietly.

“Um… I think so,” Midoriya whispered.

“What's up?”

“Kacchan asked me on a date,” Midoriya mumbled.

“Yeah,” Kirishima said.

“You knew?”

“Yeah, that's why I left tonight. Didn't want to be a distraction.”

“So you're okay with it?”

“Of course I am, are you kidding?” Kirishima said, knowing he sounded about as confused as he felt. That should have been obvious.

“Yeah, I know, it's just…”

“What's the matter, Izuku?” Kirishima whispered, reaching over to grab Midoriya's hand in his.

“I don't know. It doesn't feel real. Like I'm dreaming or it's a trick or something,” Midoriya sighed.

“Did you turn him down?”

“What? No! No no, of course not,” Midoriya said. “I did cry though.”

“I'd be surprised if you didn't,” Kirishima chuckled. “So more of it just feels too good to be true again?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Midoriya shrugged. “It was just. Perfect. Everything I imagined. How I imagined he'd do it. You know, exactly as I imagined when I was twelve. For years. That's not supposed to happen in real life. It was so close that it just feels… like a dream.”

“Or like Katsuki knows you really well, because he's been paying as much attention to you as you have to him,” Kirishima smiled.

“He hasn't paid that much attention,” Midoriya mumbled. “He didn't know my mom died. He didn't know I was homeless. I've known every fight he's ever been in. Seen every interview. Like some crazy stalker.”

“He'd have done the same if all that information about you was available to the public,” Kirishima soothed. “I'm sure of it. Come here.”

He pulled Midoriya down into a hug, pulling him tightly into his arms and resting his cheek in Midoriya's wild green curls.

“I love you. Katsuki loves you. Because you deserve to be loved. You're amazing, Izuku. I went to hangout with my idiot friends and they tried to interrogate me on my love life but had to shut Denki up from gushing about how smart you are. Ururaka wants to be your friend, she thinks you're very cute. Honestly you could probably date her. Also Denki but don't do that, he's a walking disaster and also kinda your boss even if you're technically an agency hire. The point is, you deserve this. This isn't a dream.”

“Aah, I thought I was all cried out!” Midoriya moaned wetly into his chest. Kirishima kinda regretted taking off his shirt as Midoriya cried into him, his shoulders shaking as he hiccuped loudly. Kirishima ran a hand soothingly through his hair. It felt like his heart was swelling in his chest from affection.

“I love you so much,” Kirishima mumbled into his hair. “I'm really happy too, you know.”

Eventually Midoriya stopped crying and cleaned up his face and Kirishima’s chest.

“So, do you know where you're going on your date?”

“Oh! Yes! He's taking me to the All Might museum!” Midoriya said excitedly, actually bouncing slightly.

Kirishima choked on his own spit laughing.

“Don't laugh!” Midoriya whined. “It's perfect. It's not funny.”

“I suppose this is why you need two boyfriends,” Kirishima chuckled. “I'm never taking you to the All Might museum.”

Midoriya frowned at him, but a wide smile crept quickly onto his face.

“Ah, Ei! Kacchan actually asked me out!”

“He did,” Kirishima pulled himself up on his elbow so he could look down on Midoriya's happy face.

“Like on a real date!”

“Yep,” Kirishima smiled affectionately, and brushed a wayward curl from Midoriya's face.

----

The next few days were far more torturous than Kirishima would have ever imagined. Midoriya and Bakugo's date wasn't for another few days, but knowing it was happening seemed to have broken something in them.

They were so shy and cautious around each other. Nervous. They could barely function if the other one was in the room.

Except they lived together. It was a foregone conclusion Midoriya wouldn't be renewing his lease. They were basically in the same room constantly. Which meant they were awkward dorks near constantly. Kirishima's only reprieve was when he pulled one of them into their respective bedrooms.

By the end, he thought he might have been more anxious for their date than they were.

Their date was midday on a weekday so that the museum wouldn't be crowded. So Kirishima was distracted at work the whole day. He was dying to know how it went, but when he was done for the day he wasn't entirely sure if he should go home.

He texted Bakugo to ask and Bakugo called him an idiot and told him to just come home.

He kicked off his shoes and padded his way into the living room, not really knowing what to expect, but finding Midoriya and Bakugo sitting on opposite ends of the couch pretending they were focused on their respective tasks was not it. It was no different from yesterday. Bakugo was staring at his page for far too long and Midoriya wasn't even looking at his screen. Their feet were placed conspicuously close to each other and Kirishima had the feeling that they were both just sitting around hyper aware of how close they were to touching.

He sighed and walked over to Midoriya, bending down and kissing him. Earning himself a surprised squeak.

“How was your date?” Kirishima asked into his lips. Midoriya blushed furiously and glanced over to Bakugo quickly.

“It was really good,” Midoriya said softly, with a happy little smile on his face.

“Hmm, good,” Kirishima grinned. He walked over and pulled the back cushion off the couch so there was enough room to lay next to Bakugo. Then he flopped down half on top of Bakugo and pulled him into a kiss. “How about you? I heard you had a date today too. How'd it go?”

“Fucking good, obviously, nosey bastard,” Bakugo grumbled, shoving Kirishima so his weight was more on the couch rather than crushing Bakugo. Kirishima resituating them so that Bakugo was leaned against his chest, one arm wrapped under his back. Bakugo went back to pretending to read.

“Then why are you two sitting so far away from each other?” Kirishima chuckled. “Izuku, come here.”

He opened his arm out for Midoriya to come cuddle but for him to do so, he'd have to lie half on top of Bakugo too. Midoriya flushed bright, looking shyly at Bakugo before looking away.

Bakugo huffed, as if his heart wasn't pounding hard in his chest, and opened his arm too. Midoriya swallowed and carefully climbed over them. He lay down so that most of his weight was on Kirishima but his head was pillowed on Bakugo's chest. Bakugo wrapped his arm around Midoriya's back while Kirishima reached down to rest his hand on Midoriya's waist.

Bakugo put his book down on the table and started to run his fingers up and down Midoriya's arm where it rested on Bakugo's chest.

Kirishima could feel both of their hearts pounding against him.

“Thanks Ei,” Midoriya said shyly, leaning his head back so he could look up at Kirishima. Kirishima bent down and kissed his forehead because he couldn't reach his lips. He then leaned over to kiss Bakugo softly, whose lips he could reach.

“You're turn,” Kirishima teased softly. His grin stretched his cheeks as he felt Midoriya jump slightly in realization, looking shyly up at Bakugo. Bakugo moved the hand he was dancing along Midoriya's arm to cup his cheek instead and very slowly leaned down. He hovered, his lips just a hair from Midoriya's and Kirishima felt his own stomach swoop.

Midoriya leaned in the rest of the way to kiss him.

It was soft and chaste. Their lips met slowly and gently. Kirishima felt his stomach swoop again as he watched. He wasn't entirely sure he should be watching and he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be getting tingles from a kiss that wasn't his own. Then again he really didn't know what ‘supposed to’ even meant anymore. Not since Midoriya had come crashing into his life and turned it all on its head.

He watched as they broke apart by a fraction before leaning back in to kiss each other. Repeating it again and again. He could feel his grin soften on his face and knew he must look absolutely gone for them.

They eventually pulled apart. Midoriya hid his flushed face in Bakugo's shoulder while Bakugo threw his head back, which accidentally put his face right next to Kirishima’s.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugo grumbled softly. “Fuck off with that dumb look.”

“Mmm? What look? The ‘I love you’ one? The ‘you’re both adorable’ one? The ‘you're both ridiculous’ one?” Kirishima teased softly, knowing his soft smile was not getting any less sappy.

Bakugo let go of his soft hold on Midoriya's chin to reach up and push Kirishima face away. Kirishima laughed happily, biting playfully in mock threat.

“Fucking shark,” Bakugo muttered, pulling his hand away. Kirishima watched as Bakugo's expression softened as he looked back down at Midoriya and started running his hand along his arm again.

“Are you going to suck up the hot shower and wash all that nitroglycerin off him or are you leaving that for me to cleanup?” Kirishima teased.

“Shut it, I can not sweat if I fucking concentrate,” Bakugo grumbled.

Kirishima knew this was true and also that Bakugo generally lacked the patience to concentrate that hard. It also became much harder during specific activities or when he was nervous.

Kirishima hummed softly.

Bakugo scoffed and reached over to grab his book, going back to reading. Kirishima and Midoriya didn't resort to any pretexts. They just cuddled in.

It was amazing.

Also very hot. Just physically warm. Being covered in two bodies was far warmer than any blanket. When they finally called it for bed, probably later than they normally would have, Kirishima had sweat through the back of his shirt.

“Come shower with me?” Kirishima asked, pulling Midoriya into him as they all stood.

“Mmm, okay,” Midoriya said sleepily, a happy little smile on his face. “Oh wait! Ei! Did you eat anything?”

“Hmm? No, but that's okay,” Kirishima responded, realizing he'd gotten distracted the second he'd gotten home. Or more accurately had already been distracted before he got home.

“You have to eat!” Midoriya cried in concern.

“I could afford to eat a bit less, honestly,” Kirishima shrugged. “The dichotomy of keeping up your fitness for your work and also your looks for your rating. The heroes bane.”

“Eating less isn't skipping meals,” Bakugo grumbled. “There's salmon in the fridge, at least eat the protein.”

“All right, all right, two against one,” Kirishima yawned. “I just wanted to ravish Izuku in the shower and go to bed. It's so late it's early.”

He ate the very good salmon, showered lazily with Midoriya, no energy for ravishing, then went to bed. They cuddled up so Midoriya was the big spoon, wrapping his arm around Kirishima's broad back and pressing his face in between Kirishima's shoulder blades.

“I don't know what happens next,” Midoriya said softly into Kirishima's back. “I don't know what to do because I still can't imagine it.”

“Just do what you want to do,” Kirishima mumbled sleepily back. “If you want to hug him, then hug him. If you want to kiss him, then kiss him. If you want to fuck him, then fuck him.”

“Eichaaan!” Midoriya whined and Kirishima chuckled low.

“He wants it too,” Kirishima said, then yawned. “He’s shown you he wants it, it's okay to approach now.”

“I don't know if he wants… he's not very cuddly. I don't know how to, um, move forward without that,” Midoriya mumbled. Kirishima took a deep breath and let it out, trying to wake up a bit. He rolled over in Midoriya's arms so that they were facing each other. Midoriya's face was now mostly pressed into his sternum, but now Kirishima could run his hand through Midoriya's hair.

“Your relationship with him will be different from his relationship with me,” Kirishima said. “He already told me he feels differently with you. He's worried I'll get jealous of the soft cuddly Katsuki. Well, he didn't say that exactly, obviously.”

Midoriya huffed a small laugh.

“I don't think you should make assumptions about what he wants with you. Just do it. If you wanna cuddle, then cuddle,” Kirishima said. “You're a teddy bear and cuddling with you is wonderful. I can't imagine Katsuki not liking it.”

“You think so?”

“Almost positive,” Kirishima confirmed.

“Okay, I'll try.”

“Remember how you told me I had to kiss him right off, to show him things were different now? When we first started dating.”

Midoriya hummed in confirmation.

“I think you should do that too. Kiss him good morning. Hug him when he gets home. That kinda thing.”

He could feel Midoriya curl into him more from nerves at the suggestion, but he murmured a soft “okay, I'll try.”

---

The next morning Kirishima watched as Midoriya hesitantly shuffled up to Bakugo cooking, hovering until Bakugo had to turn and look at him. Midoriya reached one nervous hand out to grab Bakugo's shirt, like he needed an anchor and stepped closer.

Kirishima could see Bakugo fighting hard not to snap out a question about what was happening. See the moment Bakugo realized something was happening as he suddenly got nervous too. Bakugo reached down and very gently put his hands on Midoriya's hips.

They just looked at each other. Midoriya looked so shy and Bakugo looked so unsure. Kirishima felt like his heart was melting. Finally Midoriya got the courage to take another step in, so their chests were pressed together and their faces were close. Bakugo's breathing came out ragged.

Then they were kissing. Suddenly, they both just snapped and pressed in close.

It wasn't the soft chaste kisses of last night, it was Bakugo's demanding kiss. Where he pressed into Midoriya's space and forced their mouths open. Kirishima could see glimpses of Bakugo's tongue as it entered Midoriya's mouth.

They grabbed at each other pajamas, pulling them in tight and pressing their bodies together. Midoriya had a hand on Bakugo's neck and a hand in his hair, pulling him down. Bakugo had grabbed hard at the pants on either side of Midoriya's hips to pull him in close.

It felt like watching the floodgates open. Like he'd been watching the water pressure increase steadily over the last few weeks and it had finally burst.

He suddenly wondered if they hadn't kissed on their first date. Had he seen their first kiss last night?

They devoured each other now. Just kept kissing and kissing.

Kirishima was suddenly glad Bakugo had been boiling miso so that he didn't have to save the food from burning.

Finally they broke their kiss, panting hard, but they didn't break apart. They were still pulled in close, foreheads resting together, breathing the same air.

“G-good morning, Kacchan,” Midoriya whispered breathily.

“Good morning, Izuku,” Bakugo said low and deep. Both Midoriya and Kirishima jumped in surprise.

“Y-you don't h-have to-” Midoriya choked.

“I know,” Bakugo said soothingly. “I'll still call you Deku, I know you like it for some fucking reason, but you have a name too.”

Midoriya swallowed and nodded. Bakugo leaned in and kissed him again. This time slow and sensual. Somehow Kirishima could see more tongue as Bakugo slowly moved it along Midoriya's.

“You better still call me Kacchan though,” Bakugo said against his lips. “I'd be sad to hear Katsuki from you. And you can call Shitty Hair Eichan, I know you do when I'm not around. It won't bother me.”

Kirishima hadn't even realized Midoriya was avoiding calling him Eichan in front of Bakugo. Was that intentional?

“Okay,” Midoriya said, dazed. Bakugo finally released him and pushed him out of the kitchen. Midoriya stumbled around the island and half collapsed into Kirishima. Hiding his face as Kirishima folded him into a hug and pulled him in close.

“I think you broke him, Katsuki,” Kirishima chuckled.

“He's the one that fucking started it,” Bakugo grumbled with no real heat. He watched as Bakugo’s face softened as he looked at Midoriya wrapped in Kirishima’s arms. Kirishima’s own face probably looked similar looking at Bakugo.

----

“Oh! You're finally home!” Midoriya came running into the hall and launched himself into Kirishima's arms. Kirishima picked Midoriya up easily, hugging him back.

“Should I have been home earlier?” Kirishima chuckled.

“Ah, I've been so horny since Kacchan’s kiss this morning! I could barely pay attention at work,” Midoriya whined.

“Shouldn't Katsuki fix his own messes?” Kirishima teased.

“Eichan! Please!”

“Are you begging me for sex right now?” Kirishima said huskily into Midoriya's ear.

“Yes! Yes I am! Please!”

“Mmm,” Kirishima hummed low, picking Midoriya up higher as he kicked off his shoes to make his way inside. “I can't wait till Katsuki is fucking you too. You're insatiable. It will be so fun watching him take you apart.”

“Ah! Eichan,” Midoriya moaned, actually biting down some on Kirishima's neck.

“Maybe I'll just finger you in the living room and if Katsuki gets home in time, he can fuck you,” Kirishima murmured. He felt Midoriya do a full body shudder. “Do you want that Izuku? Is that too soon?”

“Ah, Ei, yes, anything. Please,” Midoriya panted out.

“Oh, wow, you are desperate,” Kirishima said in surprise, feeling his own cock swell as Midoriya squirmed against him. It wasn't like he'd been entirely unaffected by this morning's kiss either.

He put Midoriya down in the bedroom, earning a slightly desperate whine from him.

“Strip, Izuku,” Kirishima ordered. Midoriya was out of his clothes in record time. His arousal apparent against his stomach. He looked like he was aching, he was so hard.

Kirishima grabbed a towel and his lube before walking back to Midoriya.

“Now strip me,” Kirishima ordered. He thought Midoriya would struggle more but he was ruthlessly efficient at tearing off Kirishima's clothes. “Alright, living room.”

Midoriya's breath caught a bit, looking up at Kirishima with wide eyes.

“If you walk into the living room,” Kirishima said softly. “You're consenting to Katsuki fucking you. He might not get home, but if he does I'm going to offer you up on a platter and watch him fuck you. Or, you can throw yourself on the bed and I'll make you feel good without him. Your choice.”

Midoriya stood there breathing hard. He looked so desperate. Kirishima thought he might actually be frozen, but then he took a shuddering breath and nearly ran out the door towards the living room. Everything in Kirishima wanted to chase after him and pin him down but he reached into the pocket of his pants on the floor and texted Bakugo.

“come fuck ur boyfriend”

He tossed his phone on the bed and made his way into the living room. Midoriya was standing nervously by the couch and Kirishima considered him for a second. Thinking of how he wanted to do this.

He tossed the towel over the back of the couch and walked up to Midoriya, pulling him flush and kissing him. He pressed his thigh between Midoriya's legs. Midoriya immediately ground into it, moaning somewhat desperately.

They ground together a bit, but Kirishima stopped before Midoriya could get too close. Midoriya whined anyways.

He pulled Midoriya around and picked him up so he was sitting on the back of the couch and stood between his legs before bending down and kissing him deeply. He ran his hands up Midoriya's sides and pressed a thumb into his nipple, watching as Midoriya squirmed.

Midoriya was shifted around desperately, trying to get some contact on his erection and failing.

“Please, please,” Midoriya begged into Kirishima's mouth.

“I love when you get like this,” Kirishima chuckled deeply. Midoriya had been growing bolder recently and every once in a while he got desperate like this. It was rare though and Kirishima wasn't entirely sure what brought it on.

“Eichan,” Midoriya whined.

“You're right, you’re right. You need to be ready for when Katsuki gets here,” Kirishima teased. Midoriya groaned.

Kirishima pulled Midoriya off the couch and then turned him around and pushed him flush again so that he was standing with his ass in the air pressed over the couch like a desk. Midoriya braced his hands on the couch cushions to hold his chest up.

Kirishima ran his hands down Midoriya's back, then down his thighs and back up them, feeling them quake under his palms. He pulled back to grab the lube he'd dropped and slick his fingers. He used one hand to grab an ass cheek and spread it away so he had a clear view of Midoriya's clenching hole. He circled a finger on the other hand around it, pressing the tip in slightly before continuing his circle.

“Ah! Please!” Midoriya cried when Kirishima didn't press in for the fourth time.

“Don't cum, Izuku,” Kirishima ordered and then pressed his finger inside. He loved how soft and warm Midoriya felt, even with just his fingers.

He slowly began pressing his finger in and out of Midoriya. Normally he'd angle his finger down towards the floor to make sure to hit Midoriya’s prostate but he didn't want him to cum yet so he didn't now. Just diving directly in and out.

Midoriya was already moaning and bucking into his hand, so he added another finger. Midoriya barely stilled from the new intrusion. He stuttered slightly and then picked back up his frantic rocking. Kirishima added a third finger and Midoriya groaned, his arms collapsing slightly.

Kirishima kept slowly working his fingers in and out.

“Ei! Please!” Midoriya whined.

“You want it to be over already?” Kirishima teased. “Katsuki isn't home yet.”

Midoriya let out a little anguished “aaah” as he fought the internal battle of wanting to wait and being desperate now. Kirishima spread his fingers and Midoriya let out a shuddering “oh.”

The door slammed open, making both of them jump.

“The fuck are you texting me shit like-” Bakugo cut off mid sentence. Kirishima moved so that he wasn't blocking Midoriya from view. Still squeezing his ass cheek aside, his hand three fingers deep inside him, all on clear display. Bakugo stood frozen at the entrance to the hall.

“We've been waiting for you,” Kirishima said, slowly pulling his fingers out of Midoriya. He wiped them on the towel, enjoying how ragged Bakugo's breath had already become. Although it was clear why, with Midoriya open hole clenching around nothing, ass in the air, legs shaking, he made Kirishima's breath go a little ragged too.

Kirishima pulled Midoriya up to standing, having to support most of his weight as Midoriya was completely boneless and shaking. He then lifted Midoriya up so they were chest to chest and Midoriya's legs were wrapped around his waist. He sat down on the back of the couch, letting Midoriya collapse fully into his lap and then grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and spread him. Leaving Midoriya on full display to a still shocked Bakugo.

“Don't keep him waiting longer,” Kirishima teased. “You're already late.”

“Fuck Eijiro! I can't just-”

“We already talked about it,” Kirishima interrupted. “He wants you to.”

“P-please, Kacchan,” Midoriya stammered, his desperation only barely outweighing his shyness.

“Oh fuck,” Bakugo groaned. He stripped down and strode his way over to them, surging forward until Midoriya was pinned between them. Pressed tightly into Kirishima's chest. He gave Midoriya's shoulder scar an odd look before licking a strip up Midoriya's neck.

Bakugo pulled Kirishima down into a kiss, squeezing Midoriya between them before backing away to pick up the lube from the floor. He poured some into his hand and reached down. Kirishima jumped in surprise as Bakugo reached under Midoriya to grab Kirishima's cock and pump it roughly with his lube covered hand.

“Ah, fuck, Katsuki,” Kirishima cursed, panting as his already overly hard cock was pulled roughly down and between Midoriya's legs.

“You don't always get to be in fucking charge, Eijiro,” Bakugo growled, then he bent to whisper in Midoriya's ear. “He hasn't fucked you yet, has he Deku? You've never had a cock in you before, have you? I’d be your first?”

“Y-yes,” Midoriya choked.

“That's what I thought,” Bakugo growled before he lined up Eijiro's cock with Midoriya's hole, pushing Midoriya's hips forward for a better angle.

“Ah, wait, wait,” Kirishima panted.

“No.” Bakugo said pointedly. “Man up and stop being so fucking scared about this Eijiro, it's ridiculous. You are going to shove this huge fucking cock in Deku and he'll love it.”

Bakugo pressed the tip of Kirishima's cock into Midoriya, just a bit. They both groaned at even this slight of contact. Bakugo let go, leaving the rest to Kirishima, giving him the chance to pull out, but Bakugo didn't back away. He pressed in close, grabbing under Midoriya's thighs and pulling them up so that his hips rolled forward for a better angle.

Kirishima could feel Bakugo's erection bobbing at the base of his own.

Kirishima took a deep, shuddering breath, and very slowly started to press past Midoriya's tight ring. He was so tight. The squeeze was insane.

“Relax,” Bakugo whispered into Midoriya's ear gently. “Just let go. We've got you. Don't even try to hold yours up. Just relax everything. Yeah, good. Now think about trying to suck him into your body rather than push him out. You're doing so good.”

Bakugo's words were soft and gentle and so quiet they were clearly meant for Midoriya alone. Kirishima kept slowly pressing in. The head of his cock finally popped through, making Midoriya gasp and shudder and Kirishima groan low.

Bakugo kept up a litany of quiet encouragement, basically holding Midoriya’s weight entirely now as he pressed them together.

Kirishima finally sank all the way in, his toes curling against the floor as the heat enveloped him. He groaned, clutching Midoriya somewhat desperately. He was so tight and so soft. Midoriya had thrown his head back so that it was resting on Bakugo's shoulder now, instead of Kirishima's chest. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes shut and his breath heaving.

“Eijiro, stand up, so you can thrust properly,” Bakugo ordered.

“Yeah,” Kirishima breathed, because sitting where he was, he didn't have any leverage to move. Bakugo helped them both up, keeping them pressed together. Midoriya still sank down further though, and the jostling changed their angle. Midoriya keened a little desperately. It wasn't a pained sound. Something between overwhelmed and desperate.

“He's big isn't he?” Bakugo whispered in Midoriya's ear, but now he was looking at Kirishima. Keeping eye contact as he spoke. “Bigger than anything you're used to huh? I bet if you press on your low stomach you'd feel him inside you.”

Midoriya actually shakily brought his hand to his low stomach and pressed, and fuck but Kirishima could feel that. All three of them groaned at the action.

“He's ready, go slow Eijiro,” Bakugo said firmly. Midoriya kept his hand on his stomach and his head thrown back on Bakugo, as Kirishima very slowly rocked his hips back and pulled out most of the way. He began a very slow pace as Midoriya started a breathless litany of “oh, ohoh, oh my, ah, please, oh, Ei, oh”, getting higher and more desperate depending on where Kirishima was in his thrust.

Kirishima started to pick up his pace, his willpower waning slightly against the oh so tight passage squeezing around him. When Midoriya started bucking slightly against him, he picked it up more.

He didn't pound hard into Midoriya, he didn't really want to. He liked savoring each thrust a little as he set up a steady even pace that Midoriya had the chance of bucking into and Bakugo could react to as he helped keep them pressed together.

Kirishima leaned in and kissed Bakugo sloppily, not stopping his pace. Bakugo surged forward into him, kissing back a little desperately.

Midoriya moaned loud and came, clamping down hard around Kirishima and jerking frantically between them. They both broke their kiss to watch the ecstasy on Midoriya's face as he rocked his head back and forth.

“D-don't stop, please please don't stop,” Midoriya begged, so Kirishima kept thrusting in. Watching mesmerized as Midoriya’s cock kept welling over with small spurts of cum. Which, Kirishima had learned, was something that only happened if Midoriya orgasmed from prostate stimulation. Eventually Midoriya's cock stopped twitching and Midoriya started squirming a bit before he cried out. “Okay, okay too much, too much.”

Kirishima slowly pulled out as Bakugo pulled Midoriya back and gathered him more comfortably in his arms.

“Do you want to clean up, or do you want to watch Eijiro fuck me now?” Bakugo murmured low into Midoriya's hair.

“Oh, watch please,” Midoriya gasped immediately.

Bakugo chuckled and walked around to the front of the couch. He set Midoriya on his feet just enough for Bakugo to pull the towel down onto the cushions before laying a floppy Midoriya down on top.

“Don't just stand there, grab the fucking lube,” Bakugo barked at Kirishima. Kirishima stumbled down to pick up the lube and walked around to the front of the couch. Bakugo pushed him roughly down onto it, so he landed at Midoriya's feet.

Bakugo lubed Kirishima's fingers and then sat down so that he was straddling him, his thighs bracketed on the outside of Kirishima's. Getting the idea, Kirishima reached down and slowly guided two fingers into Bakugo. Bakugo dropped himself up and down hard onto Kirishima's fingers a handful of times and then pulled Kirishima's hand away and scooted forward to line himself up with Kirishima's erection.

“That was not enough prep,” Kirishima said, reaching out to grab Bakugo's hips to stop him.

“Fucking deal with it,” Bakugo said, slapping Kirishima’s hands away and very slowly applying weight down.

He went so slow, just letting himself sink down onto Kirishima a centimeter at a time. It was warm, soft torture. Kirishima let him set the pace, terrified of hurting him. He knew Bakugo could do this. Just take him from nothing, because Bakugo was determined to figure out the trick to anything he liked and he liked sex. Kirishima hardly ever let him do it though.

Midoriya shakily sat up so that he was pressing into Kirishima, looking down at their connection in rapture. He was flushed and awed and occasionally just racked his eyes over Bakugo. Whose whole body was spasming and shaking slightly, his mouth open and brows furrowed in concentration as he very slowly sank down.

Bakugo bottomed out with a heavy groan and then just sat there heaving. Kirishima had one arm wrapped around Midoriya's shoulders where Midoriya had snaked his way under and the other grasping Bakugo's hips. Midoriya reached a hand forward to hesitantly brush his fingers against the soft skin of Bakugo's erection.

“Kacchan, can I?” Midoriya asked quietly.

“Fuck! Yes, yeah,” Bakugo gasped out. Midoriya firmly gripped Bakugo's cock in his hand and began pumping it. Focusing on keeping his hand squeezed and rubbing right under the head like Midoriya liked to do. Bakugo jerked his hips forward involuntarily and both Bakugo and Kirishima cursed slightly.

Slowly Bakugo began raising himself back up and then sinking back down. Jerking occasionally against Midoriya’s hand and making Kirishima's breath hitch.

Then without any warning Bakugo dropped down hard onto Kirishima, sending a surprising burst of heat up to his navel. Kirishima thrust up to meet him, throwing his head back against the couch.

Bakugo picked up a punishing pace. Midoriya was struggling to keep up with his hand so he ended up just holding it roughly in place so that Bakugo bucked up into Midoriya's hand and dropped down onto Kirishima's cock. Fucking himself hard between them.

A tingling pressure built up from the tight hot pressure around Kirishima's cock as he thrust hard up into Bakugo and spread down his thighs until he couldn't take it anymore. He jerked up hard, sending Bakugo rocking into his chest, pressing close to Midoriya. Then he was coming, his release rocking through him into Bakugo. His head went hot and dizzy and he had to close his eyes as waves of pleasure washed over him.

Bakugo collapsed down onto Kirishima's lap as Midoriya continued pumping him hard. Midoriya pushed Bakugo back slightly so he could bend down and Kirishima watched with hazy eyes and Midoriya wrapped his lips around the head of Bakugo's cock.

Bakugo came almost instantly with a surprised groan, filling Midoriya's mouth. Midoriya sat back up, blushing lightly, as cum dripped down from his lips. Kirishima leaned forward lazily and licked a strip of it off Midoriya's face. Enjoying it as Bakugo shuddered and moaned at the action.

Midoriya and Bakugo both collapsed into Kirishima's chest. Bakugo still sitting on him, Kirishima still softly nestled inside him.

Then Bakugo and Midoriya began a slow, exploratory kiss. Each reaching out a hand to run over each other's skin. Soft and lazy and not urgent, but still somehow a little nervous and excited. Midoriya sat up a bit to more firmly wedge himself between Kirishima and Bakugo so his kissing angle was better. Kirishima dropped the arm that had been around his shoulders to rest lightly on his waist. He felt Bakugo trace Midoriya's skin around each of his fingers, sending a tingling tickle up his arm.

They kissed and lost themselves in each other long enough that Kirishima's lightheadedness receded and the fogginess cleared from his brain. So that he could watch them in better focus.

They broke their kiss and looked at him at the same time.

“Hi,” Kirishima whispered.

“Idiot,” Bakugo grumbled fondly and then leaned in to kiss Kirishima. Bakugo's mouth was wet and swollen from kissing Midoriya and Kirishima groaned into the kiss.

They pulled back and looked down at Midoriya who blushed hotly under the combined gaze and hid his face in the space between their chests. Kirishima laughed happily, grinning at Bakugo, who had that soft smile on his face again.

“I'm sorry, I've been escalating your relationship for you,” Kirishima mumbled softly, running his hands over both of their skin. “I haven't been letting you go at your own pace, trying to catch you up with me.”

“Tch, whatever,” Bakugo flushed, looking away.

“I don't mind Ei,” Midoriya said softly. “I wanna do these things with Kacchan but I'm too nervous.”

Kirishima heard Bakugo's breath hitch slightly and grinned.

“The weekend’s coming up, so Bakugo and I will probably be working basically all day,” Kirishima said. “But come Monday I'll go stay the night with Jiro or Denki so you can have the place to yourselves. You have to promise you won't just sit on opposite ends of the couch all evening though.”

“We won't,” Midoriya said very quietly, blushing to his ears.

“Good,” Kirishima said, nuzzling Midoriya till he looked up and Kirishima could kiss him.

---

Kirishima really should have predicted Midoriya's reaction to finally being penetrated. Midoriya was insatiable at the best of times, somehow capable of having sex any time of day and wanting it multiple times of day. Kirishima could manage twice if it was far apart but not much more than that and even that was a lot. Up until now, Midoriya had been fucking Kirishima a lot, because Kirishima didn't need to be as high energy for that and didn't really mind being fucked when he wasn't fully aroused. He still found it fun and hot, but he was very excited for Midoriya to take out his libido on Bakugo too.

Now that they'd broken the seal on Midoriya though, Midoriya begged him every day that weekend to fuck him. Actually waking Kirishima up on Sunday by sinking down and riding him because Kirishima had gotten home too late and tired on Saturday after a number of extended fights. It had taken Bakugo, the king of sex and master of all things, much longer to be comfortable actively riding Kirishima during sex. It was supposed to take a while to get used to. Midoriya seemed to have missed that memo though.

Luckily Bakugo was also too tired from the weekend to want anything so Kirishima didn't have to balance that. Monday morning Kirishima fucked Midoriya hard and rough into the bed, plowing him into their pillows even though they'd already lazily gone at it the night before and morning before that. There was a slight whisper in his head that he wanted evidence of himself on Midoriya in case Bakugo also fucked him tonight. He wasn't entirely sure if that was the first sign of jealousy or if he just found it hot.

Bakugo leveled him with a very unimpressed look when they finally emerged from their room, breakfast already ready to eat. Kirishima chuckled and pulled him into a kiss.

“Don't look at me like that,” Kirishima murmured in Bakugo’s ear. “You get to do whatever you want to him tonight.”

He felt Bakugo shudder in his arms before he was pushed roughly off of him.

“Fucking degenerate,” Bakugo grumbled. Midoriya was blushing hotly, indicating he had heard what Kirishima had said.

---

Jiro had asked him to come over after their gossip night so she was happy to have him on Monday. He was surprised when Kaminari came and picked him up from his agency with his motorcycle to drive him though. He'd kinda just expected a quiet night listening to music with Jiro.

What was even weirder was how strangely quiet Kaminari was as they made their way to Jiro’s place. Jiro had really outdone herself compared to the rest of her classmates when it came to stuff outside of hero work. For a long time she was the only one other than Kirishima and Ururaka that seemed interested in keeping a tight budget even with hero pay. That was until a year ago when she revealed she'd been saving up.

She'd bought a big warehouse on the border between an industrial district and actual businesses and had converted it into a massive stage and show space. She'd insulated it, put in amazing sound and now hosted traveling bands and indoor concerts near constantly.

She had converted a small area on the partial second floor to her personal apartment. It was tiny and you had to walk over the catwalk and lighting and sound to get to it, but she could essentially sit on her front stoop and watch any concert she wanted from above.

There was a concert happening that night even though it was a monday and it was already in full swing when Kirishima and Kaminari got there. They snuck in with backstage passes and crept up the ladder to the catwalks. Jiro was in the sound booth helping out when they made their way up. She waved them on so they quietly walked to her apartment.

When they closed the door, the concert music dulled to a faint thumbing wub. Jiro had sound insulated her apartment like crazy, but there was only so much you could do when you lived above a concert.

Still, it meant they could safely talk and joke around without ever being heard.

Kaminari did not launch into talking or joking around though. He padded over and pulled down Jiro’s wall bed so he could jump up and sit on it. Kirishima joined him.

“Hey man, what's up?” Kirishima asked, nudging his shoulder with his.

“Huh? Oh sorry bro, I'm not being very entertaining am I?” Kaminari grinned half heartedly.

“Actually, I'm quite entertained. Curiosity is very entertaining and I'm very curious,” Kirishima grinned, leaning back on his hands.

“Ugh!” Kaminari flopped down on the bed, throwing his arms out dramatically. “I just like her so much! You see this!?” He gestured vaguely around the room but Kirishima suspected he meant the whole establishment. “It's amazing! She's so amazing! I'm just so gone on her. I wanna have her babies!”

Kirishima choked slightly and laughed.

“You mean you want her to have your babies?” Kirishima chuckled.

“Nah man, she's a bro. I'm one of the girls. I know what I said,” Kaminari flopped over on his side and looked at Kirishima. “I just… have wanted this for so long and she… she's considering it with what you said and I'm just nervous.”

The music of the concert suddenly increased in volume, blasting loudly into the tiny apartment, before quieting down to a thrum again. Jiro padded in, still wearing bulky headphones around her neck from the sound booth. She flopped down on Kirishima's other side, in a startlingly similar motion to Kaminari’s a second ago.

“Hey boys, how's it hangin’?” She asked.

“Um, good,” Kaminari said in a strangely high pitched voice and Kirishima couldn't help but laugh at him again.

“Absolutely great,” Kirishima grinned.

“Yeah man, you've seemed really happy,” Jiro pried.

“I've never been happier,” Kirishima grinned wide.

“But you're here so Bakugo and Midoriya can hook up, right?” Jiro asked hesitantly. “I didn't read that wrong?”

“Yep, and hopefully they actually do,” Kirishima groaned, flopping down so he was lying between them. They were both on their sides facing him.

“You want them to?” Jiro asked. He was starting to get the sense that there was more to her questions than just casual curiosity into his life. This was about being poly. So he decided to just lay it out.

“Desperately,” he answered honestly. “I can't keep up with Izuku, let alone with both of them. Izuku's libido and turn around are crazy high. Giving him everything I've got isn't enough. I can't wait till they can fuck each other but I honestly think after they've been dating a while I'm going to need to find Izuku another partner if he's ever going to be sated.”

“Humble bragging much?” Kaminari jabbed light-heartedly.

“Why jealous?” Kirishima jabbed back.

“Yeah, dude, that's hot,” Kaminari said and Kirishima laughed.

“Have you had any jealousy?” Jiro asked, bringing the conversation back around to serious.

“Mmm, I don't know, I think I could,” Kirishima hummed thoughtfully. “If Katsuki let Izuku sleep in his bed, that's something we haven't done yet. I'd get jealous about that. They're really enamored with each other now and I think it's really cute but if they started pushing me away I think I'd start to get jealous. I pounded Izuku hard this morning cause I wanted Katsuki to know I'd been there, but I don't know if that's from jealousy or cause I thought it was hot.”

“Bro! Ngh that is hot!” Kaminari said, squirming slightly.

“Denki don't be horny, this is serious,” Jiro scolded.

“I'm always horny,” Denki grumbled.

“I know,” Jiro sighed.

“So this is serious, hmm?” Kirishima said, flopping his head over to look at Jiro. She blushed slightly.

“I read a bunch of the stuff Midoriya sent me,” Jiro said softly. “We've talked a bit about trying it, but I wanted to hear from you again and… I was kinda hoping you'd help us talk it all through.”

“I'd be happy to,” Kirishima said.

What followed was a bizarre night of helping to negotiate Kaminari and Jiro’s relationship with them. Mostly just coaxing them to be embarrassingly honest because that's what he'd always been good at but also talking them through at least what he'd gleamed about the relationship style he suddenly found himself in.

Jiro had to leave a few times to manage concert business details, leaving Kaminari to gush excitedly to Kirishima.

“Bro! It's actually happening!” He kept repeating in various degrees of excitement or disbelief.

They all ended up crashing in Jiro's bed like it was any other UA sleepover. Kirishima learned a long time ago that his friends had no understanding of personal space and he was little better.

----

Much to Kirishima’s relief, Midoriya and Bakugo had broken the seal while he was gone. Unfortunately, this new development didn't seem to actually save him any from Midoriya's libido.

He had made the assumption that once Midoriya and Bakugo got together, that they'd do it much like Kirishima had been. Which was spending part of the evening sequestered in one of their rooms. So instead of Bakugo or Midoriya sitting around in the living room while Kirishima snuck off with the other one, it would be Kirishima sitting around in the living room. Or he'd go off and actually spend time with his friends again, which had been very nice lately.

They seemed to have no desire to do that. Instead, when they were getting to the point of sneaking off to Bakugo's room, they'd grab Kirishima and dragged him along too. Midoriya didn't really seem to see the point of having sex with them separately when they could just have sex all together.

The point was that then Midoriya could have sex more times in a day but when Kirishima pointed this out, Midoriya didn't seem to get it.

So, when Kirishima’s phone rang one evening just before Bakugo was slated to get home, he honestly jumped at the chance to answer it. Sequestering himself in his room.

“Hey girl!” Ashido called from the other end.

“Hi Mina,” Kirishima chuckled, sitting on his bed.

“Yo, what happened? You said you'd be around more and yet here we are months of no contact again.”

“It hasn't been months.”

“Basically has!”

“If you say so,” Kirishima said. He was suddenly uncomfortably aware that he didn't know the dates of either of his anniversaries and both Midoriya and Bakugo were the type to make big deals out of that kinda thing. Probably. Kirishima just didn't have much sense of time.

“You can't just ditch me!” Ashido whined. “Especially not after dropping the holy shit bomb on Denki and Kyoka. Hello!? You had a conversation with them about them starting dating ages ago and you didn't tell me!? Are we even friends?”

“Of course we're friends, Mina,” Kirishima chuckled. “I just respected their wish to work it out first.”

“Respect their wishes!?” Mina yelled. “Dude, we've been supporting their idiocy for years! Years! Since highschool! Together. You and me! The dream team! Then you abandon me at the finish line!?”

Kirishima laughed hard, thumping back onto the bed. He heard the front door open and close and Midoriya’s cry of “Kacchan!” As he ran down the hallway to greet Bakugo.

“Hey, you should be thanking me!” Kirishima laughed. “I finally did it, didn't I? They're finally together.”

“You can't take any credit for that!” Mina laughed. “You know that was all your adorable green haired boy toy. Hell, I owe him two cakes. One for Kyoka and Denki and one for you and Bakugo. I've been dealing with all y'all's shit since UA and he came in and fixed it in one fell swoop.”

“How are Denki and Jiro doing?” Kirishima asked.

“You'd know if you were ever around!” Ashido scolded.

“I'm talking to you now, aren't I?”

“Ugh, fine, yeah they're adorable but also sluttier than I am and I didn't know that was possible. They're poaching hotties for threesomes at Kyoka's concerts. It sounds bonkers. I really think they just needed permission or something and somehow you gave them permission by doing it first. I'm kinda mad about it.”

“Why are you mad?” Kirishima laughed.

“Are you kidding!? They could have been doing this the whole time!?” Ashido yelled.

“Um, Eichan?” Midoriya said, cracking the door to their room and coming in.

“Hold on Mina,” Kirishima said. “What's up, Izuku?”

“Oh, I was just wondering when you'd be done with your call,” Midoriya said shyly. He climbed onto the bed and sat down straddling Kirishima's hips.

“Wait!? Is that Midoriya? I wanna talk to him!!” Kirishima could hear Mina yelling through the phone. He brought it back up to his ear.

“I'm not subjecting Izuku to you Mina,” Kirishima told her. “He doesn't deserve that.”

“Heey! I just wanna thank him!”

Kirishima opened his mouth to argue but Midoriya offered a hand out for the phone so he handed it over.

“Hi, Ashido,” Midoriya said shyly.

“Midoriya!” Kirishima could hear Ashido squeal excitedly. “You are magic! Did you know that!? My idiot friends have been dancing around each other since UA! UA! It's been absurd! The heartache, the pain! My life has been suffering surrounded by fools! And bam! In you come to save the day!”

“I didn't really do much,” Midoriya laughed self consciously.

“Yes you did! Are you kidding! Did Eijiro not tell you that Kyoka and Denki are together thanks to you now too!?”

“Oh, um, I know, Jiro told me,” Midoriya said.

“You've been talking to Jiro and not me!?”

“We just talk about poly stuff, really. Ask each other for advice, stuff like that,” Midoriya said. Kirishima didn't know that, actually.

“What? You got them together and you're helping keep them from messing it up? What's your favorite cake flavor? I owe you like ten cakes!”

“No, no! It's really okay!”

“I'm serious! We're exchanging numbers and I'm doing something for you! Name it! What can I do?”

“Oh, well um, I was just coming in to get Ei…”

“Ah, you want your boyfriend back?”

“No wait,” Kirishima said, pulling the phone from Midoriya's and putting it back up to his ear. “Don't listen to him Mina, he doesn't need me. Remember, weren't you mad I keep ditching you for my boyfriends, you can't take his side now.”

“Well maybe I'm feeling benevolent because Midoriya's just so cute. You should be thanking me,” Mina said.

“No reason to be benevolent,” Kirishima said. “Izuku can go have sex with Katsuki without me, they don't need me every night.”

“But Ei, we want you, I wanted to try something new today,” Midoriya said.

“Wait, are you trying to use me to turn down a threesome right now Eijiro!? What is wrong with you?”

“I have threesomes every night, Mina,” Kirishima said.

“Way to rub it in, dude! Go on! Midoriya's needs overrule yours in my eyes from now until eternity and that boy needs you. I'll talk to you later,” Mina said and then hung up.

“Do you, um, not want to?” Midoriya asked shyly, fidgeting with Kirishima's shirt.

“No, I do, I love it,” Kirishima said honestly. “I don't always need to be included though. I still have sex with you on your own sometimes in the morning but Katsuki hasn't had time with just one of us in ages.”

“That's not true, I go to Kacchan's room in the morning sometimes,” Midoriya mumbled.

“Do you?”

“Yeah, so you can sleep in,” Midoriya said.

“You- are you having sex every single morning?” Kirishima laughed while Midoriya blushed in confirmation.

“You can say no,” Midoriya said quietly. “If you don't actually want to.”

“I know,” Kirishima said, sitting up so Midoriya was now in his lap. He pulled him in to kiss him hungrily. “I don't ever want to say no, so I don't. Sometimes I feel like I should say no though. I feel better knowing you've been sneaking over to Katsuki in the mornings. I don't wanna make it so your relationship doesn't develop.”

“You're sure?”

“I'm sure.”

Kirishima kissed him again, pulling Midoriya's hips close so that the ground together. Midoriya immediately bucked forward and moaned into Kirishima's mouth.

“Oi! You fuckers start without me in here?” Bakugo said from the doorway.

“Sorry Katsuki, I just needed a little convincing,” Kirishima smiled at him and reached an arm out in invitation for him to come in. He could see Bakugo hesitate slightly. Bakugo still never came to Kirishima and Midoriya's room. They always ended up in Bakugo's.

“The fuck you need convincing for,” Bakugo grumbled before climbing onto the bed and joining them. Kirishima reached out and pulled him into a kiss.

“I just wanna make sure we all still have individual relationships too,” Kirishima said. “Can we go on a date soon, Katsuki? We've never been.”

“Yeah, course we can, but I'm not walking around some goddamned fucking park,” Bakugo said.

“‘course not,” Kirishima grinned and then leaned in to kiss him again. He glanced over and found Midoriya looking at them with a soft happy smile, so he broke his kiss and pulled Midoriya in.

“Um,” Midoriya said hesitantly as he pulled away from Kirishima’s lips. “I wanted to try something today…”

“Whatever you want, Deku,” Bakugo responded instantly. Kirishima could see Bakugo holding back from telling him to spit it out. Bakugo had gotten less obvious with what he was holding back when talking to Midoriya, but sometimes it was painfully clear.

“I was, um…. maybe I could bottom for Kacchan while he takes Ei… like at the same time. We always do it one at a time, but I thought really doing it all together would be… fun, maybe,” Midoriya said shyly.

“You don't want to be in the middle?” Kirishima asked.

“I do,” Midoriya said. “But I think I won't last. Kacchan would.”

“Mmm, sounds good to me, what about you Katsuki?” Kirishima looked over to see Bakugo already looking a little ragged. “That seems to be a yes.”

“Fuck off,” Bakugo growled while Midoriya laughed.

They fell into kissing again, not particularly rushed. Kirishima pulled his shirt off while he watched Bakugo ravage Midoriya's mouth, until Midoriya was moaning and squirming in his lap. Then he swooped in to take over as Bakugo undressed completely. Grinding up into Midoriya so that he was struggling not to pant into the kiss.

Bakugo tugged Midoriya's shirt over his head and then pulled him off Kirishima's lap. Kirishima used the freedom to pull Midoriya's pants off, not resisting the urge to lick a strip up Midoriya's very hard cock and take the head into his mouth. Bakugo groaned almost as loud as Midoriya.

Kirishima had learned that while Bakugo couldn't handle Kirishima going down on him, he really liked watching Kirishima go down on Midoriya.

Kirishima reached down between Midoriya's legs and found he was already wearing a butt plug, because of course he was. Bakugo thought it was criminal that Midoriya didn't own any with how much sex he was having and bought him a bunch. Kirishima pressed on it hard with his palm and Midoriya arched up into his mouth.

He pulled off and sucked on the inside of Midoriya's thigh. Midoriya's moan was muffled by Bakugo's mouth.

He sat back and pulled off his own pants, pumping himself up to full mast while watching them. Bakugo was straddling Midoriya's chest pistoning himself up and down on Midoriya's fingers. He could see Midoriya add a third finger and it disappeared into Bakugo as he dropped down onto it.

He shuffled around so that could kiss Bakugo as he bounced on Midoriya's hand.

Bakugo was the one to pull back and declare them ready. He moved so he was kneeling at the edge of the bed and picked Midoriya up slightly before tossing him in front of himself, making Midoriya laugh. He spread Midoriya's legs wide to pull out Midoriya's butt plug. He immediately lined himself up and started pressing in, before Midoriya had any time to catch his breath from the plug's removal.

Kirishima got off the bed and stood behind Bakugo, looking over Bakugo's shoulder down at Midoriya. Midoriya was arched up, his head back. They'd both learned that he really loved that first slow press inside.

“K-Kacchan,” Midoriya moaned loudly when Bakugo was fully seated. Bakugo arranged Midoriya's legs over his hips better then turned his head to Kirishima.

“Any fucking day,” Bakugo breathed. He already sounded strained. Kirishima forced Bakugo to bend forward so that his chest was flush with Midoriya's and grabbed his hips to line himself up.

He'd fucked Bakugo with Midoriya underneath him before so the beautiful image they made flushed together wasn't entirely new, but somehow knowing Bakugo was inside Midoriya as Kirishima slowly pushed his way in was so much hotter.

Bakugo's muscles were spasming slightly around Kirishima. So the oh so hot, soft heat of Bakugo now fluttered around Kirishima's cock. He made sure to go slower, not entirely sure Bakugo could relax into it as much as usual.

Finally seated fully, he did one last thrust forward, pushing Bakugo into Midoriya and making them both moan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bakugo said. Each curse a small gasp of breath. “Okay, I'm, fu- Eijiro just- ah- go slow a bit. Before I…”

Kirishima ran his hands soothingly over Bakugo's sides and then grabbed his hips to slowly start pulling out. He began a slow pace, pressing in and out of Bakugo's tight still fluttering passage while Bakugo stayed still. Buried deep inside Midoriya.

He got little intakes of breath from Midoriya everytime he bottomed out and pressed them together.

The next time he pulled all the way out, Bakugo began pressing back into him slowly. Midoriya gasped and then moaned as Bakugo began a slow pace of pushing back into Kirishima and then rocking forward into Midoriya. Kirishima held still, using his hands on Bakugo's hips to help take some of the weight.

“Ready?” Bakugo choked out, to Midoriya.

“Y-yes,” Midoriya said back.

Then Bakugo thrust into Midoriya hard, pulling suddenly away from Kirishima and then rocking back up onto Kirishima's cock. Kirishima grunted low while Midoriya moaned and arched up on the bed.

Bakugo struggled a bit to keep thrust back and forth so Kirishima grabbed more firmly on his hips and started using his arms to press Bakugo forward and pull him back. Meeting the back pull with a hard thrust forward.

“Oh fuck,” Bakugo said, as he was suddenly being thrust back and forth between them forcibly.

It was incredibly satisfying getting Midoriya's moans and gasps from pushing Bakugo hard into him, but it was hard not to focus on his own deep thrust in, as he snapped his hips forward on each pull back.

Bakugo, normally in control, was completely wrecked. Kirishima could see him fisting his hands, his arms shaking, his back sweating as he tried to hold it together.

Kirishima pulled him back hard into his thrust and then released his hips to grab Midoriya's. He thrust himself forward while pulling Midoriya up to meet them. Then used his arms to push Midoriya back at the same time he rocked back himself.

“Oh, fu- aah,” Bakugo gasped, breathing hard, too overwhelmed to make any sound for long.

Kirishima kept pulling Midoriya up as he thrust down, grinding them into Bakugo from both sides. He could feel Midoriya's hips rocking under his hands to help with the thrust, even as Midoriya fell apart under them. Moaning and writhing somewhat wildly, pumping his own cock as he looked up at them with dazed eyes.

It felt like Kirishima was fucking both of them at the same time. With his hands on Midoriya's hips, thrusting hard into Bakugo. It kinda messed with his brain and that combined with Bakugo’s spasming and tightening around him built the hot pressure in him faster than usual.

Which was good because his arms burned slightly from the effort and he could tell Midoriya and Bakugo were very close. Midoriya was losing the thread of their thrusts, jerking around somewhat desperately while Bakugo was sweating and shaking, his gasps of breath increasing in speed. He barely held himself up with his fists bracketed on either side of Midoriya’s ribs.

Midoriya came first, crying out loudly. Kirishima pressed Bakugo down into him and began thrusting hard into him, so that Bakugo was just seated deep inside Midoriya.

“Oh, fuck fuck, no, oh!” Bakugo came explosively. Literally, his palms exploding slightly, sending him rocking back hard into Kirishima's chest. Kirishima grinned as he caught him, it had been a while since he'd gotten Bakugo to lose it enough to explode when he came.

“Ah,” Midoriya said, grabbing his sides.

“Oh, shit, Izuku, are you okay?” Kirishima asked as he held Bakugo up. Bakugo threw Kirishima off him hard, so that he was thrown backwards, pulling out of Bakugo as he stumbled back.

“Shit! Izuku, I didn't fucking burn you? Oh fuck!” Bakugo was crowding around Midoriya somewhat frantically.

“It's fine Kacchan,” Midoriya said soothingly.

“IT'S NOT FUCKING FINE!” Bakugo screamed and Midoriya flinched slightly while Kirishima jumped in alarm. He made his way over to them and kneeled on the bed, putting a calming hand on Bakugo's shoulder, which was immediately shrugged off.

“Kacchan,” Midoriya said softly.

“Sorry, sorry,” Bakugo said, his voice hitching slightly. Kirishima looked at him in surprise. That was nearly as many ‘sorry’s in one sentence as Kirishima had ever heard from him. “Let me see, please.”

Midoriya let Bakugo pull his hands away. There on either side of his ribs were two starburst burns.

“Fuck!” Bakugo choked. “Fuck! I'm so sorry! I'm so fucking sorry!”

Bakugo had his fists balled up again, his shoulders bunched up to his ears. He was shaking again and Kirishima realized he was actually crying.

“Kacchan, Kacchan, it's okay, I'm okay,” Midoriya sat up and pulled Bakugo into him. Bakugo didn't fight it, but he didn't give in either. Just let the hug happen, still tense.

“It's not fucking okay, it's never been okay,” Bakugo choked. “I swore I'd never burn you again. I promised Izuku. And now I've- fuck- now I've given you more fucking scars.”

“It's not that bad,” Midoriya soothed. “These aren't that bad, they probably won't scar, okay? Trust me, I know which explosions scar, yeah? This isn't bad.”

Kirishima blinked, his brain shifting suddenly from how distressed Bakugo was to the implication of what Midoriya just said.

“What do you mean, you know which explosions scar?” Kirishima asked softly. “Your scars-”

“Are from me!” Bakugo snapped in a pain laced voice. “All of them! And now I've- fuck.”

“Kacchan! You promised not to tell!” Midoriya whined.

“Those scars are- you intentionally didn't tell me-” Kirishima let his eyes take in Midoriya's many many scars in a completely new light. His arms were pock marked up and down with scars, but especially his wrist and bicep. Places he'd be grabbed. Grabbed and then point blank exploded. Fuck he remembered Bakugo doing that to him maybe twice in school but he has plenty of time to harden. He'd assumed Bakugo was giving him time to harden.

Then Kirishima's eyes hit the big one. The hand scar. He'd never asked because you didn't get a scar like that without trauma.

“All of them?” Kirishima asked Bakugo, low and threatening.

“All of them,” Bakugo choked out brokenly.

“Eichan, stop, stop, it's not important,” Midoriya said.

“It's not important!?”

“Eichan, please,” Midoriya said, reaching out a hand.

“I've been pushing you two together when- when-” then Kirishima had a sudden soothing thought. “Did this happen when you were little? Like when Katsuki's quirk was coming in?”

“No,” Bakugo said. He wasn't crying anymore. He was sitting seiza, his fists clenched on his knees, his shoulders hiked up and head bowed. He was tense, stoic, as if preparing for the worst.

“It's not important,” Midoriya said, sounding frantic, on the edge of crying himself.

“It seems pretty important!” Kirishima cried. “How can you-? How can you just-?” He turned to Bakugo. “How could you!?”

Bakugo didn't move.

“Eichan, stop.”

“I defended you! I've defended you my whole life! After the sports festival! When people always said you were violent! I said you wouldn't hurt anyone. I defended you! I thought you were just- this whole time and they were right!? You were so fucking scared of abusing me because you’ve already done it!”

“Eichan, please!”

“Izuku, you can't- there is nothing that makes that okay!”

“I don't care!” Midoriya yelled.

“Well, you should! You can't just accept this! I know you don't think you're important, but you are! This isn't okay!”

“That's not for you to decide! It's my body! It's my body! I'm the one who was hurt so I'm the one who gets to decide!” Midoriya yelled.

“You can't honestly forgive him for that!?” Kirishima asked desperately.

“Well, I do!” Midoriya cried. “I've told Kacchan he doesn't get to decide how he treats me because of my hurt. I’m the one that was hurt! I get to decide! Not you! Not him!”

“I can't accept that,” Kirishima said. “Not when you put yourself last so much. Not when you don't know your own worth. Izuku, this isn't okay!”

“Then get out!” Midoriya yelled.

“Wha-”

“If you can't accept it then get out!” Midoriya yelled, his face was splotchy with tears as he pointed furiously at the door.

“I'm not leaving you alone with-”

“Yes you are! Get out!”

Kirishima stumbled off the bed. He grabbed some sweats from the floor and stepped out into the hall. He recognized vaguely that his blood was pounding hot in his ears and his fists were clenched hard. Anger running like an unfamiliar poison through his veins.

“He's right,” He heard Bakugo say, low and pained through the door.

“No he's not,” Midoriya sobbed furiously. “If I mattered so much then he'd respect my opinion. You can't have it both ways. Either you respect me because I matter or you don't, because I don't. You can't say one and do the other.”

“Izuku,” Bakugo said like he was letting out a deep tense breath. “Don't let this hurt what you have with Eijiro. This is my fault. All of it. Don't let it affect that. He doesn't get mad often, okay, he doesn't know how to handle it. He'll cool off and come back.”

“Promise?” Midoriya sniffed.

“Promise,” Bakugo said. “Where does Eijiro keep his first aid kit in here?”

Kirishima could hear some shuffling around from inside as Bakugo got off the bed. Kirishima felt a spike of guilt as he realized that Midoriya had still been burned the entire time. They hadn't even run it under water.

Then he felt another hot spike of anger as he realized why it probably didn't bother Midoriya much. He was used to it.

Kirishima pushed off the wall and walked to the living room. He pulled on his sweats and began pacing.

He felt trapped here. His blood still pounded. Flashes of memories of Bakugo from UA kept running through his mind. Everything was thrown into a new light. All those times Bakugo attacked people except they were hero students, so they could take it. Kirishima always thought that Bakugo knew that, but he didn't. He would have just hurt them.

He needed to get out. He walked down the hall to the door and grabbed a hoodie but stopped.

He couldn't just leave Midoriya here with Bakugo, could he? The whole point was how absolutely wrong it was for Bakugo to-

He paced back into the living room.

He needed to clear his head. He knew he needed to clear his head, but he didn't know how to clear his head.

His phone and wallet were in his bedroom, so he couldn't even take the train to someone or call anyone to talk. Right about now would be a good time to be one of those people who dumped everything in Tsu but he couldn't even do that.

He was suddenly scared of one of them coming into the living room while he was still liable to snap, so he shuffled into Bakugo's room and closed the door. He didn't want to look around so he threw himself on the bed, covering his face with the hoodie he'd grabbed and just laid there.

He focused on taking deep breaths. Just slow breaths, one after the other. The kind of breaths he used to tackle Bakugo down and force him to take.

His deep slow breaths drained the heat from his veins, but they began to hitch and he realized he was crying. He rolled over and curled up.

He heard the door to the bedroom crack open and squeezed into a tighter ball, trying and failing to be quieter with his sobs.

The bed dipped down from someone sitting next to him.

“I'm sorry,” Bakugo said, low and choked. “I know I fucked up okay. I've known that… forever. I told you, didn't I? I told you for years but you didn't take me at my word. Even though you say you do that shit, you didn't. I told you that you'd never want to talk to me again…” Bakugo took a deep shuddering breath. “It's okay. I was selfish and I'm, fuck, I'm happy for whatever time I got with you… but please take Izuku at his word here. Don't let me… ruin what you two have… I-I know it's fucked up to say this, but… I love you.”

He felt the bed shift as Bakugo started to stand and reached out a hand to stop him. Bakugo didn't resist, sitting back down immediately.

Kirishima scooched himself forward so that he was curled around Bakugo. His face pressed hard into his thigh, his stomach pressed to Bakugo's back and his knees pressed into his other thigh. Bakugo had put on clothes so Kirishima clutched at his pants and buried his face in to cry.

“Eijiro,” Bakugo said softly from above him, sitting and looking down on him. He felt a hand start carding softly through his hair.

He lay like that for a while, hitching breath into Bakugo's leg as Bakugo sat and soothed his hair. Then Bakugo's hand stilled in hesitation for a moment before he could feel Bakugo lean down over him. He was suddenly pulled around into Bakugo's chest, his side in Bakugo's lap and his face pressed into the soft muscle below Bakugo's collar bone.

When Bakugo wrapped his arms around him and held him tight, he hesitantly reached his arms around to hug him back. Somehow this hit him with another wave of what felt like full body grief and he found himself clutching Bakugo hard.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” Bakugo chanted in a choked voice.

They stayed like that until the sobs stopped wracking Kirishima’s body and he could slowly start to breathe again.

“Your right,” Kirishima whispered eventually. “You did tell me… I didn't listen. You told me you were bad news in UA. Many times. I never listened. I don't know why, but it makes me feel better, knowing you didn't lie. Is that dumb of me?”

“I-I don't know,” Bakugo stumbled.

“I just suddenly felt like I didn't know you, like I never did, but you're so important to me. You've been… the center of my life for so long. I've loved you for so long. It's scary to think- to think that it was all a lie.”

“I'm sorry,” Bakugo repeated, his breath hitched slightly.

“But it wasn't all a lie… if you didn't lie…” Kirishima said. “I still love you.”

Bakugo's breath hitched again and he bent his head to flop down onto Kirishima's arm.

“It feels wrong, like I'm doing something bad… for loving you…” Kirishima continued.

“Y-yeah,” Bakugo stuttered out and that made Kirishima's heart ache. Bakugo shouldn't be just taking this. He had a right to defend himself. He might not have been four but he was still a kid. He really wasn't that way now. His villain takedown violence had been steadily decreasing year by year as he got the hang of just how to fight non-dangerously with such a dangerous quirk. He'd been really trying with Midoriya. He was sweet to him now. He didn't curse and yell. He never exploded. Bakugo had said he wanted to do it right and he had been. Kirishima had teased him about it. Didn't see the point. Antagonized him sometimes when Bakugo really struggled.

Kirishima sat up. Bakugo let him go immediately, like he didn't want to cage him in. Like he didn't think he was allowed to touch Kirishima anymore, so he wouldn't. He'd just accept that.

Kirishima brought his hands up to Bakugo's face and wiped the dampness from his eyes. Then he pulled him in for a kiss. Bakugo jumped in surprise, very hesitantly reaching out to hold Kirishima.

“I'm sorry,” Kirishima said. “I overreacted.”

“No you didn't,” Bakugo said.

“I did. This… this is something between you and Izuku. He's right… I can't respect him and also disregard his ability to make his own choices. Where is he?”

“He-” Bakugo cleared his throat roughly. “He left. Went to clear his head. He was pretty mad but he'll forgive- well… so…”

“Yeah,” Kirishima said, feeling another stab of pain at the reminder. He took a deep breath and let it go. “I'm going to go grab my phone, can you wait for me?”

“Yeah,” Bakugo said softly.

Kirishima got up and padded over to his bedroom. The sheets were a mess, the lube was still out, there were two large scorch marks on the bed. He had to hunt around for his phone. When he found it, he opened his text chat with Midoriya.

“I'm sorry” he hesitated, thinking what else to type and then hit send. He saw the three dots of Midoriya typing almost immediately, but it was a while before he actually got a reply.

“I love you. Pls don't be mad at Kacchan. I'll be home tomorrow.”

“I love you too” He paused again, before hitting send and starting a new message. He typed out a few words and then deleted them, then typed a few more and deleted those. Eventually he just decided to be verbose.
“I don't want to send this in text but I am struggling right now”
“Sorry”
“I'm not mad but I think I need your permission”

Permission to… what? Date Bakugo? Forgive him? Go back into his room and comfort him?

“To tell him it's alright”
“For it to be alright”

He watched as Midoriya started typing again. It didn't take as long for the reply this time.

“Nothing would make me happier than things being alright between you and Kacchan tomorrow.”

Kirishima didn't know what else to say, so he took his phone back with him to Bakugo's room. Bakugo hadn't moved an inch while he'd been gone, just sitting there in the dark room, but he still looked a little surprised and relieved to see Kirishima come back. Kirishima put his phone on the bedside table and then pulled Bakugo to lay down in the bed with him.

“Remember how you said you were going to treat Izuku gently and said you'd do that for me too?” Kirishima asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Bakugo replied.

“I think I'm going to need that now, for a bit. Not forever, just a little while,” Kirishima said.

“I can do it forever. Should do it. How I am it's- it's fu- messed up. I'm messed up,” Bakugo choked. Kirishima’s first instinct was to immediately tell him he was wrong and his brain warred with itself for a while on whether it was. On what Bakugo had said earlier about not taking his word for it.

“Maybe… maybe being gentle shouldn't be as hard for you as it is…” Kirishima conceded eventually. “Maybe it should be an option that you have for when it's needed. Like right now. But… I don't think it has to be who you are. I still love you Katsuki. I love your harsh and explosive personality. I don't want that to go away. It's only messed up if it's your only option.”

“Fu- yeah, maybe,” Kirishima huffed.

“Besides I definitely won't be able to deal with you trying to be gentle for long,” Kirishima said, chuckling slightly. “I find it so funny when you try not to curse.”

He could tell that Bakugo was fighting every instinct in his body not to tell Kirishima to fuck off. Eventually he settled for huffing grumpily.

“I just think too much aggression might freak me out right now,” Kirishima continued seriously.

“Yeah,” Bakugo breathed, the fight leaving him again.

“I'm sorry,” Kirishima said.

“What the f-” Bakugo took a breath. “What are you apologizing for?”

“Not believing in you,” Kirishima said. “That's what I do. What I've always done. I'm sorry I freaked out and didn't.”

Bakugo's breath hitched again and Kirishima pulled them closer in their hug.

“You can say no,” Kirishima prefaced. “You're allowed to say no. You're allowed to have boundaries still. You don't have to do everything I ask… just because of this…”

“You can sleep here with me,” Bakugo interrupted quietly. Kirishima blinked, a little stunned.

“How-?”

Bakugo huffed a little fondly.

“I know you better than you know me, Eijiro,” Bakugo said. “I'm sorry I've never let you before.”

“You're sure it's okay?”

“Yeah… I don't want… fuck, this is hard… I really don't want you to leave me,” Bakugo choked out.

“I won't leave you just because we don't sleep together tonight,” Kirishima said.

“I know, I meant- I mean I don't want you to leave me and you- fuck, hold on,” Bakugo looked away and took in a few deep breaths. “I want you to stay here, because then- fu-”

“It's okay,” Kirishima said, getting the idea, his heart clenching at Bakugo's struggle.

“No, I should be able to fucking say shit like this. You should hear it. I should be able to tell you that I fucking love you without brushing it off. I should be able to tell you how I feel, it shouldn't be this fucking hard,” Bakugo snapped. Then took a deep breath. “Sorry.”

“I think you can get away with being a little gruff if you're talking about your feelings and telling me you love me,” Kirishima chuckled.

“Fuck off,” Bakugo said reflexively and Kirishima laughed again. “Ugh, fuck, okay. It feels like you still might- might love me if you want to sleep here with me. I want you to stay. I won't get much fucking sleep with you in the other room anyways.”

“Okay, thank you Katsuki,” Kirishima said softly. “I do still love you. I'm just a little freaked out.”

“Yeah… I mean, I love you too, sorry,” Bakugo mumbled. Kirishima smiled. Bakugo was so bad at just saying it but he was trying.

“Lets go clean up and eat something.”

They got up together and headed out into the living room. Kirishima ordered delivery while Bakugo took a quick shower. He jumped in after him.

When he got out he found Bakugo cleaning up his bedroom. Tossing the burned sheets and throwing stuff in the laundry. He collected their food from the doorstep and plated it up.

Eating was quiet so Kirishima turned on music and when it still felt weird, he pulled Bakugo off the loveseat to sit next to him on the couch. Bakugo sagged into him in relief so Kirishima ate one handed, wrapping the other one around his boyfriend.

Still his boyfriend. His stomach squirmed slightly still, like he didn't know if he was being selfish or not. But Kirishima didn't know if he was capable of not loving Bakugo.

Kirishima sighed.

“What?” Bakugo asked.

“Why'd you do it? How did that happen?” Kirishima asked quietly.

“I don't know,” Bakugo said quietly. “I just… I don't fucking know. Izuku says it's because it was all too much for me. He was too much for me. I just overflowed. I… that feels true… but I don't know. I have a hard time thinking about it without… without exploding. Even now. I have some reasons… but they aren't… they're not enough… it doesn't really matter, nothing justifies it so it doesn't really matter.”

“It matters, for knowing it won't happen again,” Kirishima said. Bakugo let out a big puff of breath.

“It wont,” Bakugo said solidly.

“Tell me some of it, please,” Kirishima said.

“I remember the first time I exploded on him. We were really fucking young,” Bakugo said hesitantly, then slowly launched into the story. “He'd been diagnosed quirkless recently. We'd always wanted to be heroes together and I felt… I don't know, betrayed, that it wouldn't happen. But also, ugh its fucking complicated, even the fucking simple example. All our parents started treating him like he was made of glass. My mom would yell at me for doing shit we used to do all the time. I didn't get why it had to suddenly change. His mom kept crying all the time. Fucking- Deku didn't fall far from the fucking tree, so you can imagine it. They treated him like he was broken but he just wanted to go be a hero still. I don't know, I just wanted to prove he wasn't made of glass I guess. So I, just, treated him like he had your quirk. Like he could take anything and he, well honestly he acted like that was true a lot. He cried over everything, it was hard to fucking tell he was crying cause he was hurt. It just… kept happening and getting worse and then Middle school it got. Really bad… I… honestly the shit I said to him is what haunted me because I didn't know I actually hurt him. I… I didn't know about any of those scars till recently.”

“You didn't know?” Kirishima asked, not quite able to wrap his brain around how that was possible.

“Deku is tough as shit, don't ever fucking underestimate him. If he’d been a hero, regardless of quirk, he'd be the kind that fought to his last fucking breath and you'd wouldn't know he was hurt except for the visible wounds on his body. If he could cover those, you'd never fucking know. I don't know if that's my fault or not, but you saw him. I just fucking… fuck, I just burned him again and… he barely reacted. I'm not trying to blame him, even an idiot could figure out if you explode your hand while holding someone's arm it would hurt, but I was too fucking stupid to think that far.”

There was a long silence.

“Thanks for telling me,” Kirishima said. “I'm assuming I'd have another freak out if I know what you said to him?”

“Yeah,” Bakugo said, the tension from talking about the past bleeding out of him in a sad sort of exhale.

“I don't wanna know,” Kirishima decided. “It seemed like he didn't want me to know.”

“Yeah, he'd rather break his arm than have you treat him like he's delicate,” Bakugo said. “And you probably would… if you knew.”

They lapsed into silence again.

“I just… don't know what to do,” Kirishima said.

“Sorry.”

“Come on, let's clean up and go to bed.”

Surprisingly Bakugo wanted to go to sleep cuddling. Kirishima fully expected Bakugo to cuddle a bit and then roll away. Instead, Kirishima pulled Bakugo into his chest and they just fell asleep like that.

When he woke up, he had rolled so that he was spooning Bakugo, his head buried slightly in Bakugo's fluffy blond hair.

He blinked awake, feeling disoriented. His brain kinda fuzzy like he couldn't hold it all in his head. He heard a sniffle from the door and looked over.

Midoriya stood framed in the door, his hands over his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks. When he saw Kirishima looking he dropped his hands to reveal a wobbly sort of smile.

“Aah! Eichan! I'm so happy!” Midoriya cried rushing over to the bed and throwing himself onto them. Bakugo grunted. “I was so worried! I thought-”

Midoriya broke off to hiccup.

Bakugo rolled onto his back under Midoriya and they both wrapped him up in a hug.

“I'm sorry, Izuku,” Kirishima whispered. “I'm sorry I got so mad. I'm sorry for not listening to you. I… still need some time, I think, but I'm sorry for freaking out.”

“As long as we're all okay,” Midoriya sobbed. “I've been so scared. I don't want to lose you!”

“You won't lose me,” Kirishima said.

They held him as he cried some more. Kirishima exchanged a fond look with Bakugo over his head.

They all called out of work that day and just talked and cuddled. They mostly just stayed in Bakugo's bed, getting up to cook and eat but never really setting up in the living room. Always returning to Bakugo's room.

They laughed over a text from Ururaka scolding them for making Midoriya cry, as if that was hard. Apparently Midoriya stayed the night at her house the previous night. Midoriya had to wrestle Kirishima's phone out of his hand to stop Kirishima from sending a text bragging about how often he made Midoriya cry.

They didn't have sex. Just cuddled and talked. Kirishima didn't cry again but Midoriya cried a lot and Bakugo cried again.

Kirishima still didn't entirely understand, but it kinda seemed like the only one who did understand was Midoriya. Which was comforting somehow. Knowing that Midoriya forgave Bakugo and also understood it. It felt like maybe if he understood then he'd forgive him too.

In the end, Midoriya had a point when he said that he was the one that should get to decide Bakugo's fate, not Kirishima.

They ended up all sleeping together in Bakugo's room.

----

Kirishima felt disconnected from himself for a while. Like his feelings didn't match up with his knowledge which didn't match up with his brain. He went out to Jiro's concert house twice that week just to do something outside of himself. Mina was torn between ecstatic to go dancing and anguished that there was “trouble in paradise” which of course she'd heard about from Ururaka.

They all kept sleeping in Bakugo's room together but they didn't have anymore threesomes. He knew Midoriya and Bakugo snuck off to his room to have sex but he didn't join them. In fact he didn't have any sex with them at all.

They were both treating him delicately, and he could suddenly understand why Midoriya would hate that, but he wasn't entirely sure he didn't need it. He didn't know what he needed.

---

Kirishima was sitting on the couch after work, watching his buildup of memes and videos sent by his friends. Midoriya wasn’t home. He was going to hangout with Ururaka again. She wanted to take him shopping because she claimed she knew how to make shopping fun when you were used to stressing about money. Kirishima was a little nervous about how much hero paraphernalia Midoriya was going to come home with.

Bakugo had texted him not to order food, but wasn't home yet.

News said he'd just been in a huge hero fight near the port, and Kirishima assumed he wouldn't be home for a while. So he was surprised when Bakugo came storming into the front door, nearly blasting himself down the hall. Kirishima tilted his head back to look at him.

“Shit! Put on a suit and fix your hair!” Bakugo said before tearing into the bathroom.

Kirishima blinked, standing up and walking over to the bathroom. He made sure Bakugo was using the shower and not the toilet before opening the door.

“Why am I putting on a suit?” Kirishima asked.

“I have fucking reservations,” Bakugo snapped, frantically soaping himself. He did look very dirty, it had not seemed like a clean fight. “For our date.”

“Our date?” Kirishima asked, his stomach swooping unexpectedly.

“Yeah, fuck, it was supposed to be a fucking surprise but some dumbass villain, damnit,” Bakugo dropped the soap.

“I take it we're late for our fancy surprise date?” Kirishima laughed.

“Yeah,” Bakugo grumbled, retrieving the soap. “I'm- fuck- just-”

“I'll go get ready,” Kirishima said. He padded to what used to be his room and was slowly becoming Bakugo and Midoriya's sex room and opened his rarely used dresser with his event clothes. He pulled out a nice tailored suit his agency had commissioned for some event and put it on. It had shimmering red threads woven into it that were hard to see, but sorta gave the suit a red tint. He heard the bathroom door slam as Bakugo ran to his room.

Bakugo hated being late to things, so Kirishima stood by the door when he was ready so Bakugo wouldn't stress about him. He had a face mask and sunglasses but they didn't do as much to disguise him with his hair styled.

Bakugo came out of his room in a nice fitted suit but no tie, his collar undone slightly, his hair still damp. He looked effortlessly rugged.

He rushed to the door and scrambled to put on his shoes. When he was done Kirishima pulled him up to standing and stopped him from opening the door.

“Katsuki, what happens, happens. If we're late, we're late but if you're high strung the whole time it won't be fun,” Kirishima said calmly.

Bakugo squeezed his first then shook them out. Letting out a breath.

“Yeah,” Bakugo said more calmly. “Ready to go?”

“Ready,” Kirishima said.

He could tell Bakugo was still a bit anxious but it wasn't bleeding out of him now. There was an agency car waiting for them when they got outside. It drove them to a private parking lot of a fancy hotel and they were discreetly led to a small private dining room. It was when they were sitting seiza at the low table that Kirishima realized.

“Is this a wagyu restaurant?” Kirishima asked.

“Where the fuck else would I take you?” Bakugo grinned at him.

The steaks were amazing. He'd hardly ever had true wagyu beef. They ate slowly, savoring the food even though Kirishima desperately wanted to inhale it.

They talking casually about Bakugo's ridiculous day. It was honestly the perfect date for him. The top experience of his favorite food in a private space. Maybe an amusement park would have tied. Very different experiences.

They headed home afterwards to take off their suits and watch a movie. Bakugo had the movie picked out and he pulled Kirishima down so that he was pillowed on Bakugo's shoulder to watch it.

“Thank you for this,” Kirishima said, when the movie was over. They hadn't moved from the couch.

“Should have done it years ago,” Bakugo said.

“I'm happy we're doing it now,” Kirishima said.

“Are you?” Bakugo asked quietly. Kirishima pushed himself up so he could look at Bakugo, who was looking away somewhat sadly. He slid up so he was chest to chest and used his hand to turn Bakugo to face him.

“I am,” Kirishima said and kissed him. Bakugo tightened his hug, pressing them together.

“Fuck, can I- can we-” Bakugo huffed and thumped his forehead into Kirishima's. He closed his eyes. He looked pained in the way he always did these days when he was about to admit something he'd normally be too embarrassed to. Kirishima’s skin tingled preemptively, becoming trained to expect something when Bakugo got like this. “Eijiro, fuck me please? I miss you.”

“Yeah,” Kirishima breathed, his heart clenching at the admission. He kissed Bakugo softly.

They stripped each other slowly, migrating to the bedroom, kissing the whole way there. Hands running softly over their skin. Kirishima prepared Bakugo slowly, kissing him the whole time. When he lined himself up and pressed in, he almost cried. Somehow the overwhelming sensation pooling in his groin, the heat and tightness that he hadn't felt since their fight. It was familiar and intimate and hit him more emotionally than he thought.

He leaned down so he could keep kissing Bakugo as he thrust slowly in and out. He kept running his hands down Bakugo's body and Bakugo his. They gasped quietly into each other's mouths and Kirishima didn't pick up his pace. Just kept slowly pushing in.

The pressure in his gut built up almost quietly. Built little by little with each tight slide down his cock as he slid into Bakugo's hot passage. Bakugo was shuddering underneath him, his thighs beginning to shake and his kissing becoming less coherent.

His orgasm almost took him by surprise as it crashed over him in a hot flash, causing him to thrust into Bakugo hard to bury himself deep as he released. He vaguely felt Bakugo reach down to his own erection and tug it a few times before he came between them. Kirishima collapsed on him, smearing Bakugo's release between their stomachs.

Kirishima buried his head in Bakugo's neck as he slowly came down and his head became less hazy.

“Was that okay? Going slow?” Kirishima asked quietly, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious about it. Bakugo squeezed him tightly before responding.

“Yeah, great,” Bakugo breathed. “We can go slow more often.”

Kirishima grinned and kissed him.

----

He decided to take Midoriya to Hero Park for a date, which had various amusement park rides based on different pro heroes. It was silly and cheesy, but Kirishima liked the rides and Midoriya liked the cheese so together they had a good time.

When they got home, Kirishima made Midoriya fuck him. Enjoying the fullness and feeling of connection. There was something deeply intimate about feeling Midoriya stretch him and fill him. Something deeply satisfying about feeling his hot cum flood inside him.

----

They continued to go on dates and Kirishima started having sex again regularly with them. Always separately and not together.

He didn't feel disconnected anymore. Not from himself or from them. If anything he felt more connected. They all slept together every night. Learning things like they can all sleep together but they each need their own blanket so the middle person can escape their blanket when the heat of two bodies was too much. When the room was too warm Bakugo needed to roll away because he was a walking furnace. When the room was cold, Bakugo needed to roll away lest he become their personal heater.

He was still honestly a bit nervous about seeing Bakugo and Midoriya have sex. So that became the line. They could kiss and hug together, even getting heated and desperate, but once things progressed too far, Kirishima left them.

He could tell it bothered them a bit. Midoriya in particular. Given that Midoriya had essentially lost his virginity in a threesome, Kirishima could see what that kind of intimacy felt important to him.

At some point he realized that he'd avoided it so long the fear had become irrational. At that point he decided enough was enough.

“What are you two doing for your anniversary?” Kirishima asked casually over dinner one evening. Bakugo had surprised him with a party with their friends for Kirishima’s anniversary a few weeks ago. Which was incredibly sweet and also foiled his plans completely. On the one hand, Bakugo publicly telling everyone that he loved Kirishima, would be a memory he cherished for the rest of his life. On the other hand, it completely cockblocked him.

“Um, I don't know,” Midoriya said shyly.

“Expecting me to do all the fucking planning,” Bakugo grumbled.

“Do you have anything planned?” Kirishima asked.

“I have ideas, why?” Bakugo asked suspiciously.

“It's just… we all kind of got together then,” Kirishima said carefully. “So I thought maybe we could celebrate it together.”

“You wanna celebrate our anniversary with us?” Bakugo asked.

“I'm pretty sure I ordered you to have your first kiss while you were both laying on top of me,” Kirishima grinned. “And then the next day, took Izuku's virginity while you held him up for me.”

Midoriya inhaled and choked slightly on his bite of food. Bakugo thumped him on the back.

“Are you saying? Are you, um?” Midoriya asked shyly.

“I just thought maybe we could do something, the three of us together or just the two of you even to be a proper reflection of your anniversary but then we could all spend the evening together,” Kirishima said, trying to sound casual. It didn't seem to work because they were now both staring at him. “I was thinking Midoriya could be in the middle this time. Less explosive.”

“Yes please! Oh Eichan!” Midoriya threw himself onto Kirishima, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

“You're supposed to ask if he's sure before you launch yourself on him,” Bakugo scolded fondly, but his face was slightly worried. Searching Kirishima’s for something. Kirishima smiled softly at him.

Bakugo leaned in to kiss Kirishima over Midoriya's head.

“I'll take Izuku on a date, and we'll all meet up for dinner and come back here?” Bakugo suggested.

“Y-yeah,” Midoriya said, clearly starting to cry.

“Are you going to cry the whole time we're having sex too?” Kirishima teased as Midoriya hiccuped.

“Shut up,” Midoriya grumbled.

“Very likely,” Bakugo laughed.

Kirishima ended up going to work that day, making it feel like a very true reflection of the anniversary. He spent the whole day distracted thinking about Midoriya and Bakugo, in much the same way he had been a year ago. He only worked a half day though so he could get home early.

He cleaned up what was now officially dubbed the sex room, unless they had guests over, in which case the name was avoided and Midoriya blushed if any mentions of the room were made.

The room was always a bit messy, because Midoriya was still completely insatiable, so Kirishima changed the sheets and laid down a terry cloth blanket they'd picked up. He cleaned and arranged their various sex toys and picked up their discarded clothes they were often too tired to collect later. He vacuumed even, until the room was cleaner than it had been in a while.

Then he went and cleaned up the bedroom too. Despite being more lived in, this took less work because Bakugo couldn't stand living in a mess and generally already made them keep it tidy.

He put on some nice clothes because Bakugo had ordered them a private room in an upscale restaurant. It was essentially the only way Bakugo could stand eating out, but both Midoriya and Kirishima only let him do it on special occasions.

He learned at dinner that they had gone to the All Might museum again. Which made him laugh hard until Midoriya was covering his mouth and blushing.

Apparently, yes, they were completely capable of having a good time and being completely entertained going to the museum a second time. Despite there being no new All Might content. And Midoriya was perfectly capable of gushing about it the entire dinner.

Kirishima loved them and he was so glad they had each other.

“So, um,” Midoriya said nervously as they took off their shoes and made their way inside. Kirishima crowded in to kiss him, pressing him up against the hallway wall and slipping a hand under his shirt to run up his bare skin. Midoriya moaned into his mouth.

He reached over to grab Bakugo and pull him close, then broke his kiss with Midoriya to kiss him. He pulled back quickly so that he could pull Midoriya's jacket and shirt off, tossing them on the hallway floor. He kissed Bakugo again as he ran a palm up Midoriya's chest and thumbed at his nipple. Feeling as Midoriya whined and bucked into him.

“Your turn,” Kirishima smiled, feeling nostalgic and leaning back slightly to watch as Midoriya and Bakugo hesitantly pushed in for a kiss. They kissed around him all the time, but never while Kirishima was playing with a shirtless Midoriya's nipple. Making Midoriya buck, shudder and moan. Bakugo ran his hand up Midoriya's torso too until he was pinching at the other nipple, so that Midoriya was writhing under both their hands.

Kirishima let go in order to tug Bakugo's shirt off and then shed his own. He grabbed them both by their belt loops and led them through the sex room door.

Something about entering the room seemed to kill the last of their hesitance. Bakugo surged forward to pull him into a searing kiss as he undid his own pants and kicked them off. Midoriya stripped Kirishima, kissing his way down his thigh as he pulled down his pants so that Kirishima could step out of them and then running his hands back up Kirishima's inner thigh slowly till he could press up hard just behind Kirishima’s balls. Making him jerk and moan as a shot on sensation ran up his spine and down his legs.

Bakugo reached down and grabbed his erection firmly, giving it a few tight jerks.

“You okay using this monster while Izuku takes me?” Bakugo said. “Or do you wanna take him?”

“Either,” Kirishima groaned.

“Then you're on top, I wanna watch you spread him apart,” Bakugo growled.

They made their way to the bed, fumbling and groping at each other. Mouths on skin and lips in equal measure.

“Wait, is this a butt plug?” Kirishima asked as he reached between Midoriya's legs. Midoriya flushed and nodded. “When did you have time to put that in?”

“Um, we put them in before dinner,” Midoriya mumbled.

“You both snuck into a public bathroom to- did you do it together?” Kirishima laughed.

“Yeah,” Midoriya said shyly.

“Are there other instances of public sex between you that I should know about,” Kirishima teased low, pressing the plug up into Midoriya.

“Ah! No, no, we haven't, aaah,” Midoriya panted.

“Not yet,” Bakugo grinned.

“Ah! K-Kacchan!” Midoriya whined and Kirishima laughed.

“He said them, so you have one too?” Kirishima asked. In response, Bakugo just turned around and got on all fours arching his back down so that his ass was raised in the air and clearly on display. Kirishima reached over and tugged on it, so that he had both of them, one in each hand. “And you asked me what position I wanted when you had it all planned out.”

Bakugo groaned.

“You might wanna get up, Katsuki, you said you wanted to watch,” Kirishima said, releasing Bakugo as he slowly pulled Midoriya plug out. It was quite large and clearly there with the intention to prepare himself to take Kirishima.

Bakugo got up to get the lube and handed it to Kirishima, wrapping his arms around him. They were all kneeling on the bed, so Kirishima pushed Midoriya onto all fours as he slicked up his cock and lined himself up.

Having worn the large plug all through dinner, Midoriya didn't need Kirishima to go too slow. He pushed in slightly, then pulled back out, savoring Midoriya's moan turned whine and Bakugo's intake of breath. He kept pushing in a bit and then pulling out, making slow progress as he pulled out only slightly less than he pushed in. Bakugo reached down a hand and began running a finger along their connection, circling Midoriya tight muscle.

Midoriya gasped hard when Bakugo first touched him, and kept twitching and bucking at the touch. His fingers sent a sort of ticking tingle over Kirishima's skin, competing with the flood of warmth and tight pressure washing over him with each little thrust.

He pushed the rest of the way hard, pinning Bakugo's hand between them and starting a choked “Ah!” Out if Midoriya.

He pulled Midoriya up to kneeling so that his back was flush with Kirishima's chest.

“Your turn,” Kirishima said huskily to Bakugo.

“Fuck,” Bakugo breathed, pulling his hand free. He moved around in front of Midoriya but instead of laying on his back, he got on all fours again.

Midoriya was panting and shuddering against him, so Kirishima slowly removed Bakugo's butt plug and lubed Midoriya's cock. Then he lined them up and grabbed Bakugo's hips. He slowly pressed his own hips forward, effectively thrusting for Midoriya and guiding him slowly inside.

Midoriya fell forward slightly as he brought them all flush together. Gripping Bakugo's hips and pulling them back so Midoriya was squeezed between them. Midoriya scrambled for purchase and ended up grabbing Bakugo's hips just above where Kirishima held them.

“Fuck, okay, I'm ready,” Bakugo huffed.

“You ready, Izuku?” Kirishima whispered in his ear.

“Yeah,” Midoriya breathed.

He slowly pulled back and pushed Bakugo's hips forward and then brought them all back in close. Setting up a slow, careful pace so that neither of them pulled out.

Even slow, Midoriya was falling apart. Shuddering and gasping. “Oh, ah, on no, ah ah ah, oh my- ngh, Ei! Ah! Oh wow, ooooh Kacch- aah”

Bakugo started rocking his hips back in time with Kirishima's and picking up the pace, so Kirishima picked up his pace too. Snapping his hips forward and pulling Bakugo flush, hard. Bakugo groaned and again Kirishima’s brain wasn't entirely convinced it wasn't somehow fucking both of them at the same time. Like he'd somehow managed to penetrate both.

He started thrusting hard and snappy, groaning each time he bottomed out. Midoriya was alternating between throwing his head back into Kirishima's shoulder and bowing forward over Bakugo's back. Flopping around, with a look of lost ecstasy on his face, like he didn't quite know what was happening anymore.

Bakugo pulled one hand up to start jerking himself off, groaning as it made him lose some control over the flow of the thrusts, leaving him more at Kirishima's mercy.

“Oh, please, oh oh please, please, ah,” Midoriya's littanies changed to a desperate sort of begging as he started shaking hard, his thighs spasming in between Kirishima's and his arms losing grip. He went silent suddenly, his littanies completely cut off as his mouth fell open and his head thumped back and then he came. Jerking and twitching, head thrashing side to side.

Kirishima kept fucking him through it, even as Midoriya passage squeezed him impossibly tight, spasming and fluttering around him. It was a lot, almost too much and he knew he was going to have to pull out soon but he didn't want to.

“Oh fuck,” Bakugo groaned as he came. His deep groan sent a spike down to Kirishima’s groin and he jerked a few more thrusts into Midoriya's now too tight passage before he followed. Midoriya whined a bit desperately as Kirishima stuttered inside him and came.

They just kneeled there heaving together until their breathing wasn't so desperate. Kirishima sat back gently, to pull out if Midoriya and Bakugo pulled forward. Detached, Midoriya crumpled between them.

Bakugo twisted around so that he could pull Midoriya into his chest.

“You did so good, love,” Bakugo whispered fondly. Izuku took two big hitching breaths and then burst into tears. Kirishima chuckled and carefully laid down to join them on Midoriya's other side, throwing an arm over them both.

“Good tears, I hope?” Kirishima whispered.

“Ye-yes, g-good, ah I'm so happy!” Midoriya cried.

“Definitely went better than last time,” Kirishima joked.

“Ah! Eichan!” Midoriya said, shoving at Kirishima's chest. He laughed and swooped down to kiss Midoriya tear filled eyes. He pulled back and leaned over to kiss Bakugo.

“I love you, Katsuki,” he murmured into his lips. “I'm sorry this took me so long.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, fucking sap,” Bakugo grumbled as he leaned in to press his forehead to Kirishima's. “I love you too.”