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Two red lines.
Izuku’s finger circled the rim of the shot glass in front of him.
Somehow his body had moved on its own after classes. He got on the bullet train and made his way to Roppongi where Katsuki had opened his agency. A fond memory and distant of how they discussed as teenagers the location of an agency they could open together in All Might’s footsteps.
He was unsure on why he walked inside that building. He didn’t understand why he asked the receptionist to speak to Katsuki.
Katsuki had left for the day.
The receptionist recognized Izuku and wrote down the heroes address for him. She assured him the hero should be home by now in case what he needed to discuss with him was urgent.
He could have gone straight to Katsuki’s apartment but what would he tell him after all these years?
‘I’m sorry I didn’t take your offer to join your agency? I’m sorry I walked away from you?’
He took the shot glass and threw his head back as he downed the bitter liquor. Taking his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and leaving a few Yen to pay for his drinks. Grabbing his briefcase and dragging his feet to the door of the bar he had made his way into near Katsuki’s apartment complex.
His head was throbbing. Izuku was never a drinker. He didn’t know why he oped to drink tonight.
Izuku didn’t understand many things nowadays.
He should be happy really!
His fiancé, Uraraka, had showed him the pregnancy test she had taken this morning. The zero gravity hero had been unwell the past couple weeks and she happened to be late on top of everything which prompted her to take the test.
Izuku should be happy really. This is what he wanted, right?
His head tilted as he stared at the glass door in front of him.
His body was on autopilot.
He took one last look at the sheet of paper the receptionist had given him and punched in the code to the building. Access granted momentarily as he pushed through the front entrance. His body felt like he had been floating as he reached the for the button on the wall for the elevator.
Kacchan.
There was a small ding as the metal doors opened for the teacher, stumbling inside as he pressed the button to the 58th floor.
Of course Katsuki would live in such a big complex. Izuku still remembered the scent of new car as if it were yesterday. The soft seats he had sunken into as Katsuki reminded him, nobody is special.
Had it been three years since that talk? Four perhaps? Izuku couldn’t think straight.
The door rang once more as he reached the 58th floor. His hand pushing up on the railing as he forced himself to walk towards the end of the hall.
Apartment 587.
His hand extended forward, finger hovering over the door bell.
Just press it.
He stared at the peep hole. Could Kacchan see him right now?
He must know he’s here from how long he’s been standing outside. The system must have notified him someone was standing outside the unit.
He let his head hit the door, causing a loud bang he didn’t intend for.
Izuku took deep breaths. He felt that familiar feeling brew from his stomach up his throat. God, he wanted to puke.
The door handle rattled before it was opened. Izuku stumbling forward for a second before catching himself. His hand gripping onto the now open doorframe.
“Izu— Deku?” Katsuki spoke gently.
Izuku’s eyes followed the familiar black house slippers. Eyes trailing the black sweats until he met exposed skin. Following every line of the exposed abdomen, chest, collarbone, until he finally met Katsuki’s gaze.
Izuku didn’t realize how hard he’d been breathing. Closing his mouth and swallowing in attempt to remoisten his mouth.
The apartment behind him was dark. Empty even. His vision was blurry but he could spot a small source of light inside, probably from a lit candle. There wasn’t much on the dark walls behind Katsuki. Only a couch was visible from where he stood.
Katsuki stared at the man standing at his doorstep. Unsure what Izuku was doing here. In 10 years he’d never once visited his home. To be fair, he never gave him the address nor invited him. Their strained friendship never reached the point of visiting each other’s home after high school.
The blond scrunched his nose as he was hit with the scent of liquor. His hand coming up to pinch his nose.
“You’re fucking drunk aren’t you?”
He reached back towards his door. Of course Izuku would only be at his door after all these years under the influence. He wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for liquid courage. Not after 10 god forsaken years.
Katsuki had began shutting the door before the green haired man lounged at him. His arms draping over the blond’s shoulders, feet dragging behind as he pushed his way into the apartment.
“Kacchan.”
Izuku’s breath reeked of alcohol. The door was barely managed to be shut as Katsuki was pushed back. The momentum sending it back shut against its frame.
“You fucking reek—”
Warm lips crashed onto Katsuki’s. The blond froze, his hands pressed up against Izuku’s chest to push but his body didn’t follow his brain’s commands. Izuku continued to stumble forward and push himself against the blond. The kiss was messy, more teeth than anything, as he pressed their faces together, though it wasn’t reciprocated.
Only once Izuku felt truly lightheaded and pulled for air, he gazed up at the blond.
“Why won’t you… kiss me?”
His eyes were hooded, a short string of saliva still connecting both of them together. Izuku was about to lean forward again before Katsuki turned his head away.
Why was Izuku here? Why did he let him kiss him? He should have pushed back. Katsuki knows better. Izuku is engaged.
“You’re drunk.”
The words come out sharper than intended. His body finally catching up to his brain as he gently pushes Izuku away, attempting to distance their bodies.
“I’ll call you a cab.”
“No.”
Izuku grips onto Katsuki’s bicep. Katsuki winces the harder Izuku tightens his grip.
“You’re hurting me.”
His hand comes up to pull on Izuku’s wrist. Izuku doesn’t let go.
They stare at each other for a few seconds. Izuku searches in those red eyes for a sign. Any sign. The only thing he can think of is that same red shade that appeared on that cursed stick. The same red he sees in Katsuki’s eyes.
He finally let go of the blond. Taking a step back before his eyes find that same couch he saw moments ago. His feet drag as he walks over to it. Letting his jacket fall onto the floor with a thud from the cell in his pocket.
His hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt, managing to undo a few before he tugs on his tie and tosses it on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
Katsuki finally speaks. Mentally cursing the idea of once his friend now crashing in his personal space.
“You.”
Izuku gives up on the buttons and tugs the white shirt over his head. He lets his head fall back on the cushions, sinking into the couch.
Katsuki walks in front of the drunk man. Kicking his foot as he stands before him.
“Get out.”
The words are cold. Katsuki can’t bring himself to look at Izuku but he forces himself to. He stares at those green eyes he once saw as his entire world. A world that crumbled and disappeared right before him.
Izuku groans and sits up. He waits for Katsuki to get out his way but the blond isn’t moving. So he stares. He’s analyzing the soft abdomen, he remembered how outlined it was at one point when they were younger. Katsuki had been very defined at one point but now his body seemed… was softer. He must not be training as much anymore.
“Out—”
“Kiss me”
Izuku looked up once more. His eyes locked onto red ones.
“Kiss me, Kacchan.”
He speaks again, soft, his hands remaining at his sides. He doesn’t want to force the blond again.
“You’re a fucking joke.”
Katsuki laughed, looking behind Izuku. A new light source making Izuku squint.
“Midoriya?”
Izuku sat up at that voice.
“What is Midoriya doing here?”
Izuku turned his head and saw that familiar shade of red. That same red shared between the two little red lines and Katsuki’s eyes.
He bent forward and began picking up his clothes. Embarrassed didn’t even begin to cover what he felt.
His chest hurt.
“Go back to bed.” Katsuki sighed, the sound of his slippers echoing in the apartment as he opened the door for the teacher.
“Is he alright?”
“He was just leaving.”
Izuku wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. Izuku wanted…
There was a lot of things he wanted.
No.
There was one person he wanted.
“Goodbye, Izuku.”
Izuku managed to walk out the apartment without stumbling. God he couldn’t turn back now.
Why was Shoto fucking Todoroki at Kacchan’s apartment?
Why did Kacchan tell him to ‘go back to bed’?
Did they live together?
Were they… together?
The door finally clicked shut once the teacher exited and Katsuki felt like he could breath. His hand resting on the wood as he stabilized himself, his breathing, his thoughts.
“Hey”
He felt a warm hand rest on his waist. He melted into the touch, welcoming it.
“He kissed me.”
Katsuki turned to face Shoto. Shoto just stared at him. He couldn’t read any reaction from him at all.
“And?”
Katsuki smiled, his hands tangling themselves into those white and red locks he grown so fond of.
“It wasn’t you.”
He pulled Shoto in for a kiss. Shoto didn’t hesitate to kiss his lover back. His hands reaching down to grab Katsuki’s thighs and wrap those legs around his waist. A soft thud against the closed door as they pressed their bodies against each other.
A soft moan escaping Katsuki as he felt his lover grow hard as their kiss deepened. Tugging on those short red strands of hair between his fingers. Shoto growled into their kiss and bucked his hips forward, shaking the door once more at the force.
Katsuki’s lips still tasted like the wine they had shared that evening. A bitter sweet taste which Shoto enjoyed. Katsuki let Shoto take control of him, his body, guiding them together as their hips rocked.
Shoto parted momentarily only to attack Katsuki’s neck. Leaving a trail of butterfly kisses from his jaw until he finds that sweet spot he always marks. Low enough for Katsuki’s suit to cover the evidence of many passionate nights they’ve shared throughout the years.
He licks and sucks on the exposed skin, earning small whines and whimpers from the blond. His hair still being tugged on. Shoto leaves a few hickey’s leading down to the blond’s collar bone. Releasing from his attack with a pop as he locks eyes with the other man.
He releases Katsuki from his hold gently. Allowing the blond to find his balance before the hot-and-cold user has his hands roaming on that chiseled abdomen. Squeezing the soft areas where muscle is not as prominent. His hands move up until they find their way to Katsuki’s chest. A warm hand gently squeezing the soft mound of flesh, another cold hand coming up to gently roll his harden nipple between fingers.
“Sho…” Katsuki bit down a moan.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
Katsuki can’t help the grin that tugs on his lips. Shoto never failed to remind him how beautiful he was, how much he loved every single part of him, how pretty he considered Katsuki.
Shoto leaned forward and latched onto the nipple his cold hand had played with. Sucking and flicking his warm tongue against the hardened numb. The cold hand now switching to give the other the same treatment.
“Fuck,” Katsuki reached out to grab onto the door handle. Thankfully, it had been locked. He used it to steady himself as Shoto continued the assault on his chest. It was so much and so little at the same time. His dick was harder than this door he was pressed against.
As if Shoto could hear his inner dialogue, his hands reached down to the waistband of his sweats and tugged them until they hit the wooden floor. Shoto wanted to comment on his lover going commando tonight but decided against its, putting his mouth to better use.
The man dropped to his knees, kissing along Katsuki’s v-line. A cold finger dragging from the bottom of his shaft up. Taking hold of the hard cock and kissing the wet tip that gathered a small pearl of precum.
“You deserve to be loved,” Shoto kissed the head once more, placing more wet kisses along the shaft, “To be worshipped.”
A long moan leaves Katsuki, growing impatient at this rate. Shoto reads his lover like an open book for him. Without another word, he takes Katsuki into his mouth and sucks. Emphasizing a moan as he takes more and more into his mouth. His eyes glued onto the expressions the blond is making.
Shoto’s hands outlined the scar tissue on Katsuki’s abdomen, his chest, keeping a steady rhythm as he bobbed his head. A string of curses left Katsuki as he finally released the door handle he held onto like a lifeline. That hand grabbing a fistful of hair and guiding Shoto’s head on his cock.
“Fuck, just like that,” Katsuki is unable to hold back the whines escaping his throat at this point. The back of his head hitting the door time and time again every time he feels the back of Shoto’s throat.
There was a sudden cold sensation pressed against the blond’s entrance which made him tense. Shoto withdrew from Katsuki with a ‘pop’ as he returned to place kisses on his hip bones.
“Relax,” Shoto’s voice was husky. The single digit slipping into his tight hole, “Fuck yourself on my fingers baby.”
And Katsuki did exactly that, beginning to rock his hips against the single digit which would soon turn into two. Enjoying the feeling of the second finger sliding into his ass. A string of ‘Ah’ and ‘fuck’s leaving the man’s lips as he focused on the familiar sensation bubbling within.
The two digits curling inside of him as Shoto took all of Kasuki’s length back into his mouth. Letting his cock sit in the warmth of his mouth and throat as he focused his attention to his fingers. Occasionally activating his quirk which caused the blond to push his hips forward. Luckly, earning no gag from the half and half user as his his fingers found spongy spot inside him.
Shoto’s cold fingers stroke back and forth, prodding at the spot relentlessly. He could feel Katsuki’s legs tremble as he got closer and closer to release. Finally adding a third finger and alternating thrusts. Letting Katsuki control the rhythm his hips had against his fingers.
“Fuck, right there IcyHot, fuck—” Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut, he was so close, just a few more seconds.
Shoto’s movements came to a complete stop causing Katsuki to lose concentration. Once again pulling away from the cock in his mouth, only a string of saliva connecting them together. Fingers soon following in withdrawal.
“Hey? What the hell,” Katsuki looked down, scowling at the sudden stop.
“You’re coming on my cock,” Was all Shoto said before he stood back up. Grabbing hold of Katsuki’s hips and spinning him to face the door. He reached into the pocket of his pajama pants to grab something out of Katsuki’s field of vision and shimmied the cloth down his legs.
Only until he heard the top of a bottle cap open he knew what the bastard was about to do.
Shoto squeezed some of the strawberry flavored lube onto his cock. Dropping the bottle on the floor and lazily stroking himself.
“Hurry the fuck up— Ngh!” The head of Shoto’s cock pressing at his entrance cut short any thoughts Katsuki had. His own hips pressing back against the other taking more of him. Shoto kept his hands sturdy on the blond’s hips, not allowing him to move an inch further.
“Patience, pretty boy,” Shoto kissed along Katsuki’s shoulders. Slowly entering the man despite the clear impatience the other held. The stretch was intense every time. Katsuki swore there was no way Shoto’s fat cock could fit in him but was proven wrong night after night.
They both let out strangled moans as Shoto bottomed out. His arms trapping Katsuki against their front door. Any neighbor that passed by at this time of night would be able to hear them as clear as day.
Shoto dragged his hips back before plunging back in with force, rattling the door as Katsuki’s chest hit the cold wood. His face pressed up against it as he took every thrust Shoto gave him. Shoto’s cock angled perfectly to hit his prostate. Sweat dripping down their bodies, small sparks appearing every time Shoto’s left side collided against Katsuki’s ass.
The heat his left side created igniting Katsuki’s nitroglycerin sweat. Katsuki opened his mouth but was unable to form any coherent words. Moaning like a bitch in heat as he curved his spine, chest and part of his abdomen pressed against the door now. His ass sticking out for Shoto to pound into.
Man was this a view for Shoto.
He watched as his cock would disappear between Katsuki’s ass, taking every inch he had to offer. He was practically holding the blond up and pulling his hips back onto his cock, “You take me so fucking well, Kacchan"
The old nickname caused Katsuki to let out a strangled moan. Throwing his head back as he looked up at the ceiling. He swore he was seeing stars. His head was spinning at the ruthless pace Shoto had set. God, how much had he grown to hate that name but the way his lover said it? It drove him insane. The only person he could tolerate to hear it from.
Shoto reached a hand forward onto Katsuki’s neck. Holding the man in place and pressing gently onto the sides, creating gentle pressure on his blood vessel. His other hand reaching forward to take hold of his neglected cock, thumb stroking over the leaking slit.
“Please, Shoto,” Katsuki choked out another moan. His vision becoming blurry as felt his balls twitch, begging for him to release. The blond whimpered as a free hand came to hold onto Shoto’s forearm. Another silent plea.
“Cum,” Shoto growled as his thrust became more focused and intense against the blond’s prostate. Not needing to be told twice, Katsuki released. Mini explosions and sparks filling the room with light as ropes of cum tainted their front door. His body felt like it was becoming putty in Shoto’s hold.
Shoto’s thrust became sloppy as he became tense, that same need to release drawing down his abdomen.
He pulled his cock out from Katsuki and released his grip from the blond’s neck. Turning the man once more to face him. Katsuki, unable to hold his own weight as he finished riding out his orgasm let himself slide against the door and fall to his knees.
Now face to face with Shoto’s throbbing cock, he took the length into his mouth. Sucking harshly as he hollowed out his cheeks. That familiar taste of strawberry on his tongue.
It only took Shoto a minute before shooting his load into the blond’s mouth. Katsuki pulling away to swallow before the rest hit his face, dripping down to his chest.
Both men breathing in sync as they caught their breath. Shoto looked down at the mess that was his lover and smirked. After a minute, he stepped away to grab a paper towel from the kitchen island. Returning to his lover and helping him wipe away his release.
“Warn a guy next time.” Katsuki hit the other’s arm playfully. Allowing the man to clean up the mess he had created.
“Yeah, yeah, we can go wash the rest of you in the bath. Come on.” Shoto helped his lover up. Giving a smack to his ass as the blond walked away towards the bathroom. Earning a sharp glare his way as he walked off.
He watched Katsuki disappear into their home as he collected the remaining clothes on the floor. He took a knee as he wiped away at the cum that dripped on their front door. Gross but there had been worse places this apartment had been victim of.
Shoto stared at the familiar shadow that remained underneath the crack of their front door. Unable to contain the grin on his features.
“Goodnight, Midoriya.”
The hero called out. Taking his pile of dirty clothes and dirty paper towels as he went to toss his trash and join his lover in a much needed bath.
On the other side of that door, Izuku remained sat against the front door. His semi-hard cock still in his hand as he felt his warm seed drip down. He looked down at the mess he’d created. His drunken state slowly wearing off as he realized what he had done.
Had he really just… jerked off to his friends having sex?<
Did Todoroki know that entire time he had been sitting out here listening to them?
Izuku was brought back to earth by the sound of a door opening down the hall. Cursing as he quickly shoved his dick back into his boxers and zipped up his pants. Grabbing the discarded clothes on the floor and rushing toward the elevator door.
He half assed put his shirt back on, slipping into his suit jacket. Waiting for the elevator to let him escape.
He shouldn’t be upset. He moved on.
Kacchan had too.
He could only think about those red eyes.
And those two red lines.