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Bakugo was terrified.
It was time for their third year simulations. A test in which would create your worst fear and see how you could handle it as a Pro Hero. Not only was it startling enough that they had to face their worst fear in the first place, but everyone would be watching.
First, you are hooked up to a machine that reads all your vitals, in a creepy old dentist-looking chair. Second is the serum. The one that puts you under, completely unconscious. Then you wake up in your own living hell. The worst part? You don’t even know that it isn’t real.
Some experiences are so traumatizing that you get the option of the whole simulation being erased from your mind. Some people take it, some decide to keep it for future use in case their worst fears came to be. Instead of bringing in the normal pro, Shinso would be able to help with it.
The whole class was sitting in the common room for a night of peace before they had to go through hell, complimentary tea and cake as per Momo and Sato. Katsuki was leaned against the couch next to the bakusquad, leg bouncing up and down in nerves. When he felt a warm hand stop his bouncing, he looked over into crimson eyes. Kirishima was his rock, figuratively and literally. He had become good at seeing Katsuki’s nervous tells.
“It will be okay Bakugo, you can erase it if you have to.”
“I know.” He grunted out.
“I’ll be in the room, you know, if you need me or anything.” Kiri smiled at him with his stupidly comforting smile.
“That’s just it. I hate that everyone has to see.”
“As much as it is gonna suck, its not just you Blasty,” Sero piped in, “Everyone will see everything, every person’s fear. At least you aren’t the only one”
“Yeah, I am really not looking forward to this. I don’t even—like what even is my biggest fear? I could tell you a bunch of small ones, but I have no clue what is going to happen…” Denki stated, electricity started zapping between his fingers, something that started to manifest when he was upset a year back.
The whole class seemed to nod and agree with Denki. It’s hard to really know what your worst fear us until it is happening. Especially with this class, who had gone through the worst and survived. What could possibly come up for any one of them that they hadn’t already somewhat faced?
Aizawa did say that it could be rooted in a traumatic memory. What would his be? Sludge villain, training camp, Kamino? Would he see All Might die this time instead of winning? Would he even be saved in his worst case scenario? No. The bouncing started again, Kiri gripped tighter in a kind warning. Just to let him know, sometimes he didn’t even realize his anxiety was showing.
“As much as I don’t look forward to tomorrow, it’s getting late and we all have to be up early. I’m sure we all want a good night’s rest before this” Ochako stated. Everyone started packing up and heading to their rooms, some going together. Bakugo saw Deku and Round Cheeks sneak off into his room, Sero and Todoroki, and Denki and Shinso heading out together as well. He was happy for them, but deep down he wished that could be him too.
As he looked to Kirishima who was folding blankets, he wished that things could be official with them. Him and Kiri were touchy, per the redheads normal since first year, but he longed to be with him in a different way. He knew that his love for Kirishima was apparent, Deku and Todoroki had both called him out on it. He only wished the redhead would notice himself, because he was too scared to say something, for Kiri to not feel the same. He did not want to lose his best friend. He was almost out of the room when Kiri came jogging up to him.
“Bakugo?” He sounded jittery, almost uncertain. He turned towards him and took in Kiri’s appearance. His hair was down and flowing. Eyes wide yet unwavering. “Yes?” He saw Kiri rub the back of his neck awkwardly.
“You can say no if its weird, but uh, could I maybe stay with you tonight? Or you could come to mine if you want?” Bakugo raised his brow at him, stay the night? With him? Alone? When Kirishima didn’t get an immediate response, he panicked.
“Uh, unless that’s totally weird and not cool and uncomfortable for you, its whatever, I just thought since its gonna be a rough day tomorrow we could just chill, together or whatever, but if you don’t want to I totally get it, you don’t want to cuddle with a bro or anything—”
“Shitty Hair” Kiri’s eyes snapped back up to Bakugo where they had trained themselves on the ground. He wanted to cuddle. All night? Bakugo covered up his nerves of being alone with Kiri like that with his signature smirk, “I’ll come to you, just let me change.”
“Ah, sweet, okay!” They both split off into their rooms and got into comfortable clothes. Bakugo knew that Kirishima ran like his own furnace and opted for his boxers and a tank. He might have also done that on purpose. But no one could get him to admit that. As per usual, he didn’t even knock before he went into Kiri’s room. The latter was under the covers scrolling through his phone, probably texting Sero or Denki. He lifted the covers and slid down next to Kiri but put a good couple inches between them in case Kiri wanted to retract his offer of cuddling.
He reached over across Bakugo and put his phone on the nightstand. Bakugo got a great look at those massive biceps and a whiff of Kiri’s cologne. Fucking hell, he’s in deep with this one. A blush spread along his cheeks as he imagined what Kiri would look like above him. Oh god, he needs to stop, or his boxers are going to become a bit too tight. Kiri laid back down on his side facing Bakugo, he turned to face Kiri too. Kiri was looking all over his face, for any sign of discomfort.
“Are you scared?” Bakugo whispered out. Kirishima rarely ever let things get to him, but this was a situation that no one could run from. They had to do it to graduate. One small scary thing for a lifetime of what they have been training for. They could do it. Kiri looked back up and met Bakugo’s eyes. They were so close together, if he just leaned forward a couple of inches…
“Terrified.” Kiri whispered back. “I have no clue what is going to happen tomorrow. I’m nervous of what people will see. How they will see me after its all said and done.”
“What do you think it will be?” Bakugo asked.
“If it really could be based on memory, probably the Shie Hassaikai Raid.” He took a deep breath, still looking into Katsuki’s eyes, like a lifeline. “Maybe FatGum getting hurt, maybe even killed, or Tamaki. Not seeing little Eri get out alive. Not being able to do anything about it. I had already maxed my power, almost died even before Midoriya and Mirio got to Eri. So much could have gone wrong. I still think about it sometimes.” Bakugo saw as the building tears finally dripped down his cheeks. He lifted a hand and brushed them away. Totally not an obviously gay way of comforting your friend. Idiot, could he be any more obvious? “What about you?”
“Heh,” Bakugo chuckled, “That could be a lot, if mine happens to be based on memory.” He watched as Kirishima cringed. It was no secret that Bakugo had the worst luck of the class in getting in awful situations.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Yeah” he sighed.
“I know its not my fault, but I’m sorry you had to go through any of that.”
Bakugo reached out his hand and flicked Kiri in the forehead, where rippled of hardening went off like reflex. “You helped get me out of one of those bad situations, you don’t have to feel sorry about anything. Now lets go to sleep or were going to have a rough awakening in the morning.” Kiri simply responded with a “kay.”
Bakugo rolled over facing away from Kirishima, all for him to wrap his arms around his waist and pull Katsuki flush to his chest. He could have this, if just for one night. He intertwined one of his hands with one of Kirishima’s. Bakugo felt the warmth surround his body, the felt comfortable, safe. Just as he was slipping into unconsciousness, he felt Kiri press his nose into the back of his hair and whisper, “g’night, Katsuki.” That was the first time he had ever used his given name.
The morning came all too quickly, even if it was a peaceful wake up. Wrapped in the arms of the man you love, even if he didn’t quite know that. They were up and moving with the rest of the class. Aizawa had an array of breakfasts out for them, his own way of apologizing for what they were going through.
When they got to the testing center, everyone was quiet. All of Class B was there as well, no one had anything to say. They were all mentally preparing for the mental battle ahead to them. Vlad put up the order of students as Cementos got all the serums put together. Of fucking course. Of the 40 students there, Katsuki Bakugo was last. He was hoping that he could at least knock it out early. What kind of crappy universe lesson is this? He gets to watch as everyone before him goes through their worst nightmare. Then he would be up.
The first student steps onto the platform and up onto the chair. The screen above just waiting for a mind to be connected. Shinso looked up to the screen, down to the chair and took a deep breath, then he sat. One by one students were hooked up and ran through the simulation. Tokoyami, TetsuTetsu, and Todoroki’s were especially painful to watch. He saw it all, violent quirk malfunctions, betrayals, going mad, villians everywhere, citizens dying, past familial traumas and more. He never knew that TetsuTetsu had such an awful home life, he was just like Kiri with his always positive demeanor. He already knew that Endeavor was a shit father to Shouto but seeing some of the things his mind came up with was disturbing in itself.
The next name flashed on the monitor—Eijirou Kirishima. He looked next to him as Kiri took a deep breath and stood. Before he could take a step, Katsuki grabbed his hand and squeezed. Kiri glanced down at him and nodded. He begrudgingly let go and watched as his best friend stepped up to the chair and laid down. His massive frame barely fit in the chair. It was hard to think that a man that looked like him could be scared of anything. He threw back the serum like he was taking a shot and set the glass back down on the table next to him. He focused on Kiri’s face as he nodded off and the screen flickered to life above him. No fucking way.
He could see from Kirishima’s point of view, he looked to his right and Iida was there, to his left and there was Midoriya. He heard Shouto’s voice in the background, “on my mark you guys,” and Momo’s “You got this. Get him out of there.” He heard Shouto’s countdown, then Kiri’s arms came up in front of him and hardened, they went flying through the wall like it was nothing. A huge ice glacier came up in front of them in a point.
He knew exactly what this was. Kamino Ward.
When they hit the peak of the ice, everything on the ground became clear. He saw himself on the ground dodging Toga and blasting away from Spinner. He saw the moment he looked up and saw them flying through the air, his escape route. He could hear the moment, all over again, when Kirishima called out to him.
“Come on!”
He watched as he blasted through the air, a major explosion behind him. He was hurdling towards them so fast, Kiri’s hand outstretched to him. Almost there. But as he almost got to Kiri’s hand, fingers barely brushing each other, black and red spikes went right through one of his legs. Kiri watched as All for One yanked Bakugo away from them, bleeding and screaming, pummeling towards the ground.
“NO! KATSUKI!” Kirishima screamed, “No!” Then he watched at Bakugo was thrown through another portal, along with the rest of the villains. All Might still battling with All for One below them. “We have to go back!” he yelled towards Iida and Midoriya. They landed harshly on the ground, Kiri’s hardening protecting the brunt of the fall. He watched as Kiri got looks of apprehension from the both of them. “There’s nothing we can do Kirishima. We have to let him go. Let the pro’s find him.”
“What? You’re just going to give up? We can’t leave him behind!” He turned around and started running towards the battlefield before Iida was back in his vision.
“I’m sorry about this Kirishima.” He saw a flash of green, and it all faded to black.
Kiri gasped and woke up, heavily breathing. His body hardened as he looked at his surroundings, ready for a fight. Aizawa was there to tell him that he was okay, that it wasn’t real. Kirishima still looked so terrified. His eyes met Bakugo’s, and relief showed on his face. Kiri was ushered off to the other side of the room where all the students that had gone were waiting. He couldn’t believe it. Kiri’s worst fear was… losing him?
Katsuki stood from his spot and slowly made his way to the landing, chin held high. He could do this. There’s nothing he couldn’t get through. He will be number one, and he has to do this to get there. He laid down in the chair, tossed back the serum that Cementos handed him, and dropped his head back. The room started to grow fuzzy, black was swarming his vision, and he was out.
There were buildings surrounding him. The city. Musutafu, the villains! There was smoke all around them, he looked down to see tears all in his hero suit, he was missing a gauntlet. He lost sight of Shouto and Izuku a long time ago, they all got split up. He caught a glimpse of yellow in the distance, he could see FatGum rapidly downsizing as he was punching a villain. Wait. Where the hell did Kirishima go?
He looked to his left just as a swing was headed towards him, he dodged the fist coming towards his face and blasted the culprit away. That had to have knocked him out for a while. He looked to the right as a building started to crumble down, there were a few civilians under it. Bakugo was blasting off and grabbed them just as some of the concrete slabs started to fall. He jumped out of the way and used his own body as a shield for the civilians under him.
“Go! Run that way, find the red flares, it will lead to rescue heroes! Hurry!” He was frantically looking around again. Kirishima was right behind him before the bomb went off. He had to be somewhere close. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
He started running back where he saw Fat fighting, but with that building collapsing, he could barely see, dust and debris were floating all around him. Just as he made it to a clearing, he saw a flash of red to the right of him. There he was! Kirishima was hardened punching away at a villain who was hurling knives out of his fingertips, he was gracefully dodging and landing hits wherever he could reach. It was a test of endurance at this point. Whoever could hold out the longest. He started running toward him, but then he saw the flash out of the corner of his eye.
He needed to get back to Kirishima. He promised to find him as soon as possible. Time started to feel slow, his legs sluggish like trudging through water. His Red was right there.
A villian with a massive sword in his hands was headed right for Kirishima’s back. He couldn’t see the man coming up behind him. Kirishima was oblivious as he was focusing on the attack in front of him. Bakugo started running faster, but he felt like he was running in mud. “Kirishima!” He yelled out, he and Kiri made eye contact for a split second as Bakugo tried to gesture behind him, but another knife was hurling towards Kiri’s face. He focused on hardening his forehead as the knife bounced right off. But the villain behind him was getting too close. Bakugo was still too far, if he could just move faster, his blast won’t reach that far either. The villain gained speed and was just feet away from Kiri, the blade was drawn back, plunging forward at an alarming speed.
“Kirishima! Harden your back—!” The tip of the sword cut straight through Kirishima’s abdomen, protruding out the front.
“Eijirou!”
As if it wasn’t enough damage, the villain pulled the sword out the back again and dislodged. He couldn’t hear what the villain said, but he saw them both running the opposite direction. He was still running full speed at Kirishima. All he could hear was ringing, it was like everything was going in slow motion as he watched.
He saw the gasp come out of Kiri, how his eyes widened, saw the blood drip down the side of his mouth. His knees bent as they crashed into the rubble below. Blood was pouring from the gash in his stomach, he was cradling his stomach in his hands, almost like he couldn’t believe it had happened. His eyes lifted back up to meet Bakugo’s. Only a couple more feet. Almost there. He wrapped his arms around his best friend before he tipped over. Katsuki stumbled with him, but maneuvered Kiri to lay in his lap. He was cradling his head and neck with one hand while applying pressure to the wound with the other.
“Kiri! Eijirou! Look at me!” Kiri’s red eyes were starting to lose their vibrant nature. He was blinking slowly, breathing slowly. “Ei, come on, you gotta stay awake!” It was then that he felt the tears start cascading down his face.
“EI! Come ON!” The blood was seeping too fast through his fingers, he couldn’t get it to stop, he felt the slightest grip on his hand, Kiri had put his on top of his own.
“kats…” he wheezed out, his eyelids were drooping even slower now, breathing shallow.
“Ei, you have to pull through, you have to stay awake. Please Ei, fight it, fight it” The grip that Kiri had on his hand was loosening. “Eijirou come on, you’re supposed to be my unbreakable” his tears were starting to drip onto Kiri’s neck and chest. “Please, stay awake, don’t die on me, God please don’t die on me…”
It was all in vain as Kirishima’s eyes went vacant, lids closing for the last time, his grip completely slack.
“NOO!” Bakugo screamed, “No! Baby no, no, no, no..” He laid Kiri flat on the ground, he pressed his hands to his chest and started pushing down. Up, down, up, down. “Breathe Ei!” He kept going, up, down, up, down. “Someone fucking HELP ME!” Up, down, up, down. “Eijirou, just breathe, please, please just breathe” he sobbed out. His arms were giving out on him, he couldn’t just let his best friend die. But he had no strength left to give.
He gathered Eijirou back up in his arms, cradling him to his chest. “Come back to me Ei. Come back.” He cried and cried. There was no one in sight, where were all the damn heroes!? He leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I didn’t even get to tell you.” He whispered, “I love you so much Eijirou, please come back. I need to tell you…” As the silence stretched on, he kept on talking, “You’re the love of my life Ei. You’re it for me. You can’t go.” He sniffed and sobbed out again, “SOMEONE HELP!” He screamed out again, he started rocking them back and forth, “You’re Red Riot. You’re unbreakable. We need you.” He took a deep breath, “I need you Eijirou. I couldn’t protect you.” He ran a hand through those red locks. “You’re so beautiful Ei. So beautiful…” the minutes ticked on, “I don’t want to let you go.” He looked around them and realized. No one was coming for them. He lost Eijirou. He lost the love of his life.
He gasped in deep breaths and was flung forward. He was staring at a grey ceiling, fans spinning above. What the hell? Where was he? Where was Eijirou!? He was in his arms, he died! But then he saw a flash of the screen going black above him, and red surrounded his vision.
“Katsuki, breathe!” He could feel those warm comforting hands holding onto him. “I’m right here Kats, I’m okay, I’m right here.” He grabbed one of Katsuki’s hands and placed it on his chest, on his alive and beating heart. “You’re okay. We’re okay.” His other hand was running up and down his back.
“Ei?” He whined out, but, but he saw him die. He died in his arms.
“It was just the simulation Kat, I’m right here. I’m alive.” The simulation. His worst fear. He took a deep but shuddering breath in. He wrapped his arms around Eijirou and sobbed into his shoulder. Ei was okay. He was right there.
“Holy shit.” He heard someone distantly swear out. He forgot about everyone. Oh god, everyone saw that. Everyone saw him confess his love for Eijirou. He stiffened and his breath hitched. He was fucked. He looked around and everyone was still. Even Monoma didn’t have a word to say.
“Kirishima, take him back to the dorms.” He heard Aizawa’s voice ring out. “Everyone’s dismissed. Give each other some grace and privacy.” Bakugo frantically looked towards Kiri.
“Kiri—I—”
“It’s okay. Let’s just get you back.” Normally he wouldn’t let it slide, but Kirishima picked him up and started walking back to the dorms. He wrapped his legs around Kirishima’s waist, too tired to fight it. Kirishima headed straight to his room, thankfully they were already in sweats and didn’t feel the need to change. Without even letting go, Kirishima pulled Bakugo on top of his chest and cradled the man to him. Both of them were just breathing together, appreciating that they were still alive and together when Kiri finally broke the silence.
“I love you, Katsuki.” Bakugo whipped his head up and looked at Kiri, those crimson eyes holding nothing but the truth. He pulled himself up higher and put his hands on Kiri’s cheeks.
“I love you, Eijirou.” He got a sharp smile in return, and Ei was leaning up to connect their lips together. Kat didn’t even feel ashamed when he moaned into the kiss, but Eijirou was breaking it after a couple of seconds.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time Katsuki.”
“Tsk—idiot. Why didn’t you kiss me earlier?”
“I didn’t know if you felt the same way. I didn’t want to ruin anything that we already had. I would rather have you in my life partially than not at all.”
“Eijirou?”
“Yes?”
“Be my boyfriend.”
“Absolutely.” And their lips were meeting again. Kirishima was his safe place and he knew it. As they disconnected and Katsuki snuggled back down into Ejirou’s chest, Ei finally said what they had both been thinking.
“Were each other’s biggest fear, huh?”
“I guess so. I really didn’t expect to see Kamino through you.”
“Well it didn’t quite go how it really happened. You know we would never leave you behind.” There was silence for a couple seconds and Kiri spoke again, “In this line of work, I can’t promise that either of us can say we will be with each other forever. But, Katsuki, I will fight like hell to stay by your side.” Bakugo looked up at him again,
“Me too. You can’t get rid of me that easily, Eijirou.” Ei just chucked out, Kat could feel it in his chest. He pressed his lips to Ei again. He could feel how much Eijirou loved him through that kiss.
Ei’s hands drifted down Katsuki’s back, squeezing when he got to his waist. The bubbling need in Kat to touch Eijirou grew moment after moment. He wanted everything from him. He pulled himself up on top of Eijirou and ground down to meet the solid body beneath him.
“Fuck, Kat…” Eijirou whispered, barely breaking away for a moment before his lips were back on Katsuki’s. The hands at his waist lowered to grip his hips and pull Katsuki down with more force, he could feel the bulge in his sweats growing harder. Katsuki broke away and gasped at the contact, he wanted Eijirou so bad it hurt. Those sinful hands gripped Bakugo by the ass and squeezed. Kat couldn’t help but moan into Ei’s mouth, more like whined, he was starting to feel desperate for his lovers touch.
Still rocking together, Katsuki started to roam his hands to grip anything he could touch. Ei’s neck, his shoulders, his pecs, his biceps, God his thick waist. He wrapped one arm under Eijirou’s shoulder, one on his abs and grinded down harder. He was seeing stars and they hadn’t even taken their clothes off yet. It dawned on Katsuki and he was ripping his own shirt off, then reaching down to pull off Ei’s.
He sat up to get a good view of the man under him. Eijirou’s long red hair splayed all over the pillow. His gaze heavy looking up at Katsuki. Those crimson eyes held so much love and lust all in one look. His hands found purchase again on the chiseled chest beneath him, he threw a smirk down at Ei and grinded his weight down again. He could feel how hard Eijirou was under him, he wanted it, bad.
“Katsuki…” Eijirou’s gaze darkened, his tone a warning. He just smiled and rolled his hips again, reveling in the pleasure he could get from Kirishima’s body. And the pleasure Ei can get out of him. He knows he has a good body; he’s hasn’t kept up his strict training and regimen for it to not pay off. “You’re walking a fine line, Katsuki.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” It looked like a rubber band snapped behind Eijirou’s eyes, all restraint gone. He dug his hands into Kat’s ass and flipped them over, successfully pinning his hips down to the bed. Katsuki held his breath as Kiri leaned down slowly, predatorial.
“I’ll show you what ill do about it.” And Eijirou was yanking off Katsuki’s sweats, leaving the man in only boxers. Ei pinned Katsuki’s hands above his head, still keeping his hips firmly pressed down, effectively keeping Kat in place. Eijirou decided he was going to take his sweet time. He pressed feather light kisses all over Katsuki’s neck, he could feel the shivers wracking over the body beneath him and the hitches of his breath. As he kissed and sucked harder on his neck and grinded down, he was pleased to hear the whines and moans coming from Kat.
“Ei, c’mon…” Katsuki whined. He bared his neck for Eijirou to continue, but he was growing impatient.
“Yes, Katsuki?” Kat could feel the smirk on Eijirou’s lips as he replied.
“Touch me more Ei.”
“I am.” This asshole was teasing Kat on purpose, but he was never good at asking for anything. He knew that is exactly what Kirishima wanted from him. Ei hummed and continued his slow and languid pace. Katsuki didn’t want to give in, but he had tried to worm his way out of Eijirou’s grip twice now to no avail. He couldn’t take control. After a few more minutes of the slow torture, he finally gave in.
“Okay, okay, Eijirou, please, just fuck me already, please!” He gasped out, and he finally met those crimson eyes again. Eijirou peered down at him with a victorious sharp smile.
“All you had to do was ask.” He let go of his wrists and trailed his hands down Kat’s torso, one hand stopping on his pec and the other trailing down to his boxers. Ei returned to his hickey assault on Katsuki’s neck and pressed a thumb to one of his nipples. Katsuki keened and arched into the touch, he took the brief distraction to cup Katsuki’s dick and stroke him over his boxers.
“Fucking hell Ei, please go faster, I can’t take this.” Eijirou licked a trail up to Kat’s ear and conceded.
“As you wish” He took his own pants and boxers off and watched Katsuki’s eyes take in the length and girth of Eijirou, then widen and a whisper of “oh fuck.” Eijirou just chuckled and pulled out the lube he knew Bakugo kept in his side drawer. He kissed along the waist line of Kat’s boxers and slowly pulled them down his legs and tossed them off to the side. He kissed back up his torso until he was face-to-face with Katsuki again. Eijirou kissed his forehead, both his cheeks, to his nose and finally a long deep kiss to his lips.
“You okay with this?”
“Yes, of course Ei,” and in typical bratty Bakugo fashion, he demanded, “now get your fingers in me damnit!” He spread his legs and squeezed his hands into the pillow next to his head and willed his body to relax. He heard the cap pop open and watched as Eijirou kissed the inside of his thighs with so much tenderness he wanted to tear up. He kept on slowly kissing his thighs but met the ruby eyes above him as he circled one finger around his rim and finally pressed inside.
Eijirou and Katsuki both moaned out, the initial breach didn’t feel too bad, he’d fingered himself enough times to be used to the feeling. But Eijirou was reveling in the tightness and heat around just one finger, he couldn’t wait to get inside his lover. He pumped a couple of times while moving up to kiss Kat’s taint and balls, distracting him from entering a second finger. He gave Kat a bit more time to adjust to the second before he licked up his dick and sucked on the tip of it.
“Oh shit, Eijirou, more, more, more” Kat was gasping out, as he had been touched like never before. No one had ever been so gentle and caring with Katsuki and sex, people he had hooked up with tended to see his personality and just think he would want it rough. He didn’t mind it, but the way Eijirou was caressing him made him so positively overwhelmed.
“Such a beautiful body, and it’s all mine. You are so fucking beautiful Katsuki.” Eijirou introduced a third finger, thrusting it in at the same speed as the bobbing up and down on Kat’s cock. He felt a spongy texture and Katsuki’s back went arching, he let out a moan that bordered on a sob and knew he had found his prostate. He pressed small circles of pressure and Katsuki felt like he was going to pass out, small ‘oh fuck’s’ falling off his lips.
Soon enough Eijirou pulled out his fingers and lubed himself up. His tip kissed Kat’s entrance. He gripped one hand on Kat’s hip the other arm tucking itself under his shoulder to firmly but gently hold Katsuki down.
“Ready Kats?”
“Yes, yes” Katsuki pulled Eijirou down for a kiss just as he felt him start pushing inside. The farther he pushed in the fuller Katsuki felt, Eijirou filling him up to the brim. He didn’t even wait until he was fully inside before he was pushing one of Kat’s thighs up to his chest, opening him up more on his cock.
“ahhh, ei, oh fuck” Kat could barely contain how loud he knew he was being before Eijirou set a quick pace thrusting in and out.
“You’re so tight Kat, feel so so good, ugh,” Eijirou was biting and sucking on his neck again, deepening the bruises that were already there. “Such a good boy for me” Katsuki let out a groan at the praise. Eijirou started thrusting faster, he angled his hips up a bit, pushing Katsuki’s thigh farther up and his vision was whiting out.
Eijirou was nailing his prostate with every thrust, he couldn’t even think as he held onto his boyfriend for dear life, little ~uh, uh, uh’s~ falling off his lips every time their hips slapped together. The lewd sounds from where they met and Katsuki’s fucked out expression just spurred Eijirou on more.
“Look at you Kat, doing so well.” Katsuki’s eyes hazily met Eijirou’s, his lips parted and still letting out little moans with each thrust. His eyes started to go cross and he kept tightening around Eijirou, he knew Kat was close, but hell so was he. Kat’s body felt so amazing, Eijirou knew he wouldn’t last. He wrapped a hand around Katsuki’s dick and matched pace with his thrusting. Kat’s moans immediately growing louder.
“God I love you so much Katsuki”
“I l-love you Ei, oh” Kat could feel the cresting tightness grow with each hit to his prostate, and with Eijirou jerking him, it was all too much “ei, gonna cum, gon’n cum.” Eijirou’s bangs started sticking to his forehead where sweat was building, a sheen covering his whole body. One more look into Eijirou’s eyes and Kat was arching into him, tightness exploding all over his body.
He let out a sobbing moan and he released all between him and Eijirou, who was still thrusting at a punishing pace into him. Kat rode out the waves of his orgasm, stimulation starting to feel overwhelming. Eijirou grabbed under both his thighs pushed up and pinned both his thighs to his chest and hands above his head again. Kat saw that Ei’s eyes were closed tight as he hammered into Katsuki even faster than before, he was still griding straight into Katsuki’s prostate.
Katsuki was so overwhelmed with pleasure, overstimulation kicking in. But Eijirou wasn’t slowing down his pace, it was almost frantic in his need to release. Kat could hear himself whimpering, he couldn’t tell if he wanted to pull away or thrust back onto Ei.
“So close baby, almost there, take it, take it…” Kat could feel the coil in his gut about to release again, he had never had a second orgasm so fast, but Eijirou was hitting him in all the right places. Eijirou faltered and moaned into Katsuki’s neck, he could feel the heat release inside of him, and he was thrown over the edge once again, black spots covering his vision. Eijirou rode them both through it once again, slowly grinding into Katsuki with shallow but hard thrusts. He finally stilled and both of them were breathing heavy into each other.
Eijirou finally let go of his wrists and untangled his biceps from behind Katsuki’s thighs. His legs fell off to the sides and his hands loosened from Eijirou’s shoulders. They both basked in the afterglow and held onto each other, catching their breaths once again. When Katsuki barely shifted, he grimaced.
“Eiii, you’re still in me” he whined. All Eijirou did was laugh into his neck and kissed him up and down the trails he already left.
“Mmm, maybe I should stay here for a bit”
“You asshole, you’re getting a kick out of this aren’t you!” He pouted and Ei just laughed more at his puffed out cheeks.
“Let’s shower and I can get you all cleaned up.” Katsuki gasped as Eijirou pulled out of him. His cheeks flushed as he felt warmth leak out of him, and he was pretty sure that he couldn’t feel his legs. Eijirou ended up carrying him into the bathroom anyway.
They were back in clean pairs of boxers and new bedsheets when they finally decided to go to sleep. Katsuki was wrapped up in Eijirou’s arms, his leg thrown over Ei’s abdomen. He was tracing little circles into Eijirou’s chest while he tucked his head into his neck and gave Eijirou some soft kisses.
“Thank you for being here today.” He said,
“Always Kat.”
“Hm, and the sex too, that was pretty great.” He nipped at Eijirou’s neck and leaned up to kiss him properly.
“Ahh, so that’s all I’m here for huh?” Eijirou joked back. After Ei finally leaned back, Katsuki met his eyes. He can’t believe such a bad experience would lead him here. But it got him Eijirou, so he couldn’t regret it.
“I love you Ei, I mean it.”
“I know you do. I love you too.” Ei gave him his million watt smile, and they settled down for the night. When Katsuki finally heard his breath even out, he relaxed again and cuddled down into Eijirou.
Katsuki finally felt loved, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.