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Denki has always been a tactile person. He likes to explore textures and passes judgment on anything he touches. Hanta isn’t allowed to hug him when he’s wearing that one hoodie, Hitoshi will never get that green blanket back, and trying to feed him beans is an act of war.
So his boyfriends are amused, but not entirely surprised when he admits that he’s always wondered what it would feel like to rub his and Shoto’s pussies together.
They plan it out, and the next day they all have off, they’re all in the biggest bedroom getting everything set up. Hitoshi had a grueling patrol last night but it’s rare they all are off so he power naps while Denki and Shoto lay towels on the bed and get dressed up.
The idea is Denki’s but the ropes are Shoto’s because they’re good and grounding and as excited as Denki is, he’s nervous. Not for himself of course; he’s been dying to try this for ages, but he’s afraid of Shoto not enjoying it.
They giggle and chat as Hanta wraps them up in pretty cobalt blue. It’s just a simple harness for both of them, but the familiarity of it is comforting. Denki holds Shoto’s hair out of the way for Hanta and they check each other’s ropes when it’s done. Hitoshi is still tired when they nudge him awake but it’s so worth it to see their kittens blushing and beautiful, Hanta’s excellent rope work framing their plush pussies.
They hit a snag when they try to get into position. They all do a lot of yoga, Hitoshi and Hanta out of necessity and Denki and Shoto because the looks on their boyfriends faces when they strut around in yoga pants never get old.
So it’s not a matter of flexibility as much as it’s where the fuck do all these legs go?
It’s giggly and awkward and weird but it’s them and there’s nothing bad about it. Finally they figure out how to lay comfortably, facing each other with their legs scissored. They both moan as their pussies rub together and their boyfriends chuckle.
“Not yet, kittens,” Toshi warns, “We thought it might be a little difficult the first time, so we thought we could help out.”
They hold still as he comes forward with more rope. This one threads through their harnesses and curls around the top of their thighs to keep their cunts together. All they have to do is feel it out and Toshi leaves just enough slack for them to roll their hips comfortably. When they’re secure and checked, Toshi and Hanta settle right behind them for extra support.
Denki, of course, moves first, sliding their pussy lips together.
“Oh!” Shoto gasped.
Denki giggled.
“Feels good?”
“Yeah, really good. Do you like it?”
Because ultimately this is to sate Denki’s curiosity and they have plenty of options if this doesn’t work out.
Denki tips his head in concentration and presses close again. His face splits into a brilliant grin.
“I love it!” he squeals.
He wiggles happily, chasing the texture with his cunt. Hitoshi and Hanta high-five, because a new good texture is always a win.
“Mmm, Sho-Sho, you feel so good,” Denki chirped.
Shoto blushes furiously, as if they weren’t literally attached at the hips. He tries to match Denki’s motion and soon they’ve found a rhythm. They rock in tandem, filling the air with soft whimpers and hums.
And they’re so goddamn cute about it.
“Oh. Oh . Your pussy is so soft.”
“Mmm you too, it’s so nice.”
Denki can't stop smiling.
“You’re good at this, Sho-Sho.”
Shoto’s blush deepens.
“Does it feel good if I do this?”
“Oooh. Do that again?”
Shoto repeats the motion.
“Oh! Yes please.”
They’re getting wetter by the second. The gentle glide of their pussies becomes even smoother and it makes them giggle a little. Then they do something that makes their toes curl and they rub a little faster, their breaths picking up. Denki reaches out to Shoto with grabby hands.
“Sho-Sho, wanna kiss you,” he whines.
Their boyfriends sit them up to hold each other. Their lips clash together, sloppy and uncoordinated but it doesn’t matter when they’re so desperate to taste each other.
“Shit,” Hanta whispers and Hitoshi can only nod in agreement.
It’s mesmerizing, the way they whimper and moan into each other’s mouths as they make out, grabbing at the other’s harness to pull closer, grind harder.
“Denki, feels s-so good,” Shoto panted.
“Sho-Sho, can I make you cum?” Denki pleaded.
He swivels his hips and Shoto shudders as the motion rolls deliciously against his clit. The stimulation is so strange but so so good.
He doesn’t know how to handle it so he kisses Denki harder, licking into the smaller man’s mouth to ground himself. Denki gasps, the feeling of Shoto’s tongue tracing his making him rock faster and suddenly they’re stuck in a cycle of mounting stimulation.
Denki grinds harder, Shoto kisses deeper, over and over until it’s too much. They hide their faces in each other’s necks as they cling to one another.
“Harder Denki harder ,” Shoto mewls.
“‘M close, are you close, wanna cum with you.”
Toshi and Hanta are rock fucking hard but the thought of doing something about it doesnt even cross their minds. It’s so incredibly hot watching their kittens rut against each other, their soaked pussies dripping slick down their thighs.
“Ah ah ah, m-more please, more-“
“‘M gonna cum Sho, cum with me, cum with me, aah !”
Shoto finds Denki’s mouth again and fits their lips together. Their hips buck and they moan around each other’s tongues as they climax together. Their puffy cunts are still pressed together when they come down and suddenly it’s a little too much.
They squirm in each other's arms, unable to pull away from the stimulation and only succeeding in riling each other up more. Luckily their boyfriends intervene, sliding up behind them and curling hands around their thighs, holding them apart as far as the ropes allow so they can calm down.
“Look at you, so wet for each other, that’s so fucking hot,” Hanta groaned, running his thumb over the ropes where they’re darkened with slick.
“You did amazing Kittens, making each other cum so well,” Hitoshi agreed.
Denki and Shoto exchange dopey grins. There’s nothing they love more than making each other feel good and making their boyfriends proud.
“Hanta, can I lie down?” Shoto asked.
“Of course sugar, lean back.”
“Do you want to lay down too, sunshine?” Hitoshi offered.
“Yes please.”
They recline back in their boyfriends laps and immediately notice the bulges under their heads.
“You didn’t get off?” Denki asked.
“Wasn’t even thinking about it,” Hitoshi said, kissing his forehead, “You guys were just too cute.”
Denki giggled.
“Well that’s not fair,” he said, “You should get to have fun too.”
Hanta leans over and rubs his thigh.
“We had tons of fun watching you, Sunshine,” he reassured.
“And I don’t want to get up,” Shoto protested.
That makes them all chuckle. For someone that has to get dragged away from relief efforts after a Villain attack, Shoto is hilariously lazy after sex.
Denki shifts to get more comfortable and the action makes him brush Shoto’s clit. The other man gasps, still sensitive from his orgasm. Toshi and Han stop them before they get worked up again but when they settle, Hanta has a hungry gleam in his eye. He catches Hitoshi watching and trails his knuckles over Shoto’s throat, raising an eyebrow. Hitoshi grins as he catches his meaning.
It’s a perfect solution.
Actually…
He leans over to root around in the bedside table while Hanta talks.
“Hey kittens,” he says sweetly, “Toshi and I just had an idea. Since we didn’t get off, can we fuck your throats? You can just lay back, we’ll do all the work.”
“And if you guys are really good, we’ll make sure you both cum again,” Toshi adds.
He holds up the object where their boyfriends won’t see and presses a finger to his lips. Hanta’s face lights up.
Let their kittens have a little surprise.
Denki and Shoto’s eyes sparkle and they agree enthusiastically. Hanta and Hitoshi share a fond smile as they help them lay back with their heads handing off either side of the bed. Their kittens are too good to them, always so eager to please their boyfriends.
It's a gorgeous view, their kittens stretched out and eager, wiggling in anticipation as Toshi and Han pull their cocks out of their pants. They both hiss, oversensitive from neglect.
“Open up, Kitten,” Hitoshi ordered.
Denki’s mouth falls open obediently. Hitoshi groans as he slides home in his slick throat. He loves all his boyfriends, but Denki is the smallest by far and his throat is all the tighter for it. There’s no jealousy though, because Hanta gets Shoto, who has perfected the art of hollowing his cheeks and sucking when the taller man pulls back, no matter what position he’s in.
Their kittens jolt a little as they adjust to their boyfriend’s lengths. Their hands flail over the towels until they find each other, lacing their fingers together. Hitoshi strokes Denki’s jaw, encouraging him to relax and he can hear Hanta doing the same.
“Ready kittens?” Hanta asks.
They bounce their clasped hands in affirmation.
“Remember, deep breaths through your nose and two smacks if you need to stop,” Hitoshi reminds.
Denki and Shoto let go of one hand to wave him off. They know, they know, they’ve sucked them off a hundred times and they are good at it, thank you very much, but he can feel Denki’s lips twitch in a smile around his dick.
This is what they do, him and Hanta. They take care of their kittens, and that means making sure they know their signals and stay safe.
They go slow at first, taking time to savor the glide. But they’re both impatient and so very hard so when their kittens start to rub their pussies together again, they quickly pick up the pace.
They choke and gag a bit as their boyfriends fuck them in earnest, the taut skin of their throats rippling with every thrust. It only makes them cant their hips faster, chasing another orgasm.
“Shit, look at them, Han,” Toshi panted, “Taking us- ngh - so fucking well. We’re so damn lucky- ahhh -“
“Luckiest mother- fuck -ers on the planet,” Hanta agreed, “Prettiest, sweetest kittens in- oh fuck sugar- in the world and they’re all ours.”
“What do you- fuck, fuck - say we give them their surprise early?”
“Fuck yeah, they deserve it.”
Their kittens mewl in protest when they pull out, and they kneel to soothe them with kisses and praise.
“It’s okay sunshine, we’ll get back to it in a minute. You’ll love this, I promise.”
The toy is still on Hitoshi’s side of the bed so he cups Denki’s cheek.
“I have to get your surprise set up real quick. Do you want to sit up with me while I do it?”
Denki smiled and kissed his cheek.
“No, ‘m good. I wanna keep it a surprise.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
Even still, Toshi keeps his leg pressed against Denki’s as he climbs up on the bed. Shoto has his head back on Hanta’s shoulder, face buried in his neck while Han combs through his hair.
Toshi leans over to massage his calf.
“Doing good, sugar?”
“Mm-hm. It’s different but it’s fun,” Shoto said.
“That’s cuz Denki has the best ideas,” Hanta teased, tickling Denki’s foot. Denki squeals and yanks his foot back, nearly kneeing Hitoshi in the groin.
“Hey watch it,” he scolded, smacking the offending knee playfully.
He fiddles with the ropes around their thighs, retying a section to make sure the base of the toy is secure before pressing the head between their slick cunts. Their heads pop up, Denki’s mouth dropping into a perfect O as they look back and forth between each other’s faces and the vibrator nestled between their folds.
“What do you think, Kittens?” Hanta purred, “Do you like your surprise?”
Shoto twists his head and bites him on the ear.
“Gimmie your dick,” he demanded and they all burst into laughter.
“I think they like it,” Hitoshi chuckled.
“Toshi, hurry up,” Denki whined, trying to tug him off the bed.
Hanta squeezed his ankle.
“Be patient, Sunshine. He hasn’t even turned it on yet.”
Denki and Shoto’s eyes widen as Hitoshi reaches over and clicks it on to the lowest setting. They both shudder at the low buzz.
“Mmmm, mmm, oh ,” Denki breathed, rocking against it reflexively.
Shoto gasped, the motion pushing the toy harder against his pussy. His composure is always a little harder to break, so he’s the one to speak up.
“Toshi? Can we have more please?” he whines.
Hitoshi scooted over to kiss him deeply.
“You can have whatever you want, sugar,” he purred.
He moves back over to Denki before he turns the vibrator up a notch.
That makes them move.
What little breathing room they had has been eliminated by the vibrator’s thick head and their sweet, sensitive pussies can’t decide whether to chase the stimulation or escape it.
Hitoshi and Han just stare.
Toshi may be the brainwasher but their boyfriends cunts have them hypnotized. The vibrator sinks deeper until it sits snugly against their entrances and their pussy lips kiss around the head.
In a daze, Hanta reaches over and turns it up again. They both cry out, backs arching off the bed. Their whimpers turn into pleas, begging their boyfriends to fuck them, let them cum, anything.
And their kittens always get what they want so Toshi and Han scramble to oblige them.
They don’t even have to ask once they get into position; their kittens open up at the first brush of their cheeks.
“Together, Han?”
“Hell yeah.”
Denki and Shoto are desperate and there’s no resistance as they fuck into their hot, delicious throats. They move in sync, each thrust rocking their kittens against the vibrator.
“That’s it sugar, take it all,” Hanta gasped, “God, gonna make me cum so hard. Toshi, give them some more, wanna see them squirm.”
Hitoshi keeps pace as he leans forward.
“I don’t know, Han,” he said, “I think they deserve it all.”
Hanta laughed breathlessly as he turned the vibrator to max.
The difference is immediate.
Their kittens choked on screams as they writhed beneath them, trying to jerk away from the overwhelming sensation yet helpless to do anything but grind against it. They’re so wet they can hear it squelching around the vibrator, their clasped knuckles white as they hold on for dear life.
Hitoshi and Hanta’s thrusts fall out of rhythm, teetering on the edge of release.
“Come on Kittens, cum for us,” Han urged, “Show us how pretty you are when you cum.”
Toshi manages to get a grip on the vibrator, shifting the toy up to press against their swollen clits.
And it’s just enough to tip them over.
Their bodies locked up as their orgasms ripped through them. Denki’s throat spasms around his cock and suddenly Toshi is cumming too. He doubles over with the force of it, pressing his forehead to Denki’s belly as he spills down his throat with a heavy groan. One hand fumbles blindly until he finds the vibrator and turns it off.
Hanta grunts from his side of the bed, fucking through his own release. Everything goes still for a moment while they all come down from their highs. A hand pats Toshi’s hip weakly, reminding him he’s still buried in Denki’s throat.
“Shit, ‘m sorry Sunshine.”
Hitoshi barely manages to pull out before his legs give out. He loops his arms over Denki’s chest and tucks his face in the crook of his neck, murmuring praises into his skin while they catch their breath. Denki hums, gently scratching Toshi’s scalp in return.
“How are you doing over there?” Hanta panted.
“Sticky,” Denki giggles.
How he’s still giggling after that, they’ll never know, but it pulls a weak chuckle out of all of them.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” Toshi said, “Then I’m stealing all of your bodies for a nap.”
“We have like thirty weighted blankets and stuffed animals,” Shoto mumbles.
“Nope, too late, I already called dibs. Come on sunshine, sit up.”
It’s Hitoshi’s turn to start the bath so he helps Hanta untie their legs and settle Denki in his lap before stumbling on wobbly knees to the bathroom.
The so-called ‘master bathroom’ used to be a small bedroom between the two biggest ones. That is, until Shoto decided it could be put to better use as one huge bathroom connecting the two rooms and begged his boyfriends to let him remodel.
At Endeavor’s expense, of course.
The three of them were, to say the least, pushovers, especially when Shoto’s top priority was making sure the bathtub could fit all four of them. Hence, the massive six person tub that took up most of the room.
Hitoshi gets the water going, sprinkling in some epsom salt for good measure. He double and triple checks the water temp, because as lazy as he is, Shoto will use his Quirk if it’s not perfect for everyone.
Is he supposed to be relaxing?
Yes.
Does he care?
No, because he’s stupid and adorable and unbearably sweet.
By the time he wanders back to the bed, Denki and Shoto are free of their harnesses. Hitoshi climbs up and pulls Shoto into his lap, rubbing the lines pressed into his skin.
“Did you have fun, sugar?”
“Of course,” Shoto beamed, “Denki always has the best ideas.”
“I’m good like that.”
“Wow, modest much?” Han teased.
Denki blew a raspberry at him.
“Okay okay, it’s bath time,” Toshi laughed, “Shoto, can Hanta carry you? I think I’ll drop you if I try.”
“Whew, patrol got you good, huh?” Denki said as they switched places.
“Don’t even get me started.”
Hitoshi does not drop Denki on the way to the bathroom and they settle in the tub without incident.
This, again, is familiar.
Han and Toshi wash their kittens' hair while they help each other clean the slick from their bodies. Then they curl up in the hot water, massaging rope lines and sore muscles until their fingers and toes are all wrinkly.
Hitoshi can’t quite open his eyes when they get out so they go to the other bedroom for a well-deserved nap. They’ll clean up the towels and ropes later; it’s cuddle time.
Sweatpants slide on, shirts are stolen, but they’re cute, so they get away with it. Hitoshi sprawls out on the bed face down and his boyfriends pile on gleefully. They’re all a little worn out and slip into a comfortable silence. Denki braids Shoto’s hair until their eyelids droop.
Just before they go under, a soft voice pipes up.
“So we’re doing that again, right?”