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Ever since highschool, Eijirou had watched as Katsuki and Izuku came together like two tectonic plates colliding. They'd probably been doing that since before high school, in a different way. Butting heads, ideals, ways to win versus ways to save…
Now it's entirely different. Instead of pushing off of one another, it's like they're hurtling each other forward. One slingshotting the other, over and over in a cycle until they finally reach the peak of their abilities. It's pretty astonishing to watch.
That, and… kind of…
Eijirou watches as Katsuki sneers, a whopping one and a half inch taller than Izuku but making it seem so much more than that. His grin is sharp, almost mean, but Izuku is pressed right up against him, their chests collided until Katsuki had to take half a step back to stop from being shoved over. Their faces so close that a bead of sweat drips off of Katsuki's brow and mixes with the sweat already making a line down Izuku's neck.
Izuku is grinning right back at him, eyebrows pinched, cheeks dimpled. He moves a little, just slight shift in his weight, and it seems to make their bodies mold together even closer.
They're training. Sparring, trying to see who throws the other off the mat first before they call it a day.
Eijirou gulps, and pulls his eyes away when Izuku's knee slides between Katsuki's legs, right up against the intimate part of him. For a second, Eijirou could swear he saw the indent of… Katsuki's private parts, plump and inviting, all pressed up against Izuku's strong muscular thigh.
It's… sensual. Erotic.
Eijirou kind of feels like he's objectifying them, which is not cool but…
He squeezes his eyes shut as Katsuki grunts from across the gym, the sound going straight to his own groin.
Fuck, he hopes they won't get mad if they, someday, somehow, find out that they've been the objects of his wet dreams for years. This is just going right into that spank bank.
Eijirou drops the weights he's been ignoring ever since Izuku stepped up onto that mat with his bicycle shorts riding so far up his crack that Eijirou could see every flex as he stretched himself all limber to try to beat Katsuki today.
No use pretending any more, he guesses. Might as well go get some cardio in to hopefully fight back the erection that he'd long ago given up trying to hide. Luckily, Tetsu is the kind to pop 'exercise boners' at the gym too, so his bud won't judge him on that front.
As he duck-walks away, carefully trying to avoid gathering awkward stares, he completely misses the two pairs of eyes that follow him hungrily.
---
"… I drank too much," Izuku whispers against Katsuki's bicep, his face snugly cushioned against the muscle as he squeezes it as tight as he can.
His body couldn't possibly be smushed any closer against Katsuki's right side, but it seems Izuku will be damned if he doesn't try anyway. Katsuki grunts as he's nearly shoved out of the little booth they'd squeezed themselves into, planting one foot flat on the floor to help usher Izuku in the other direction.
"Yeah, yeah. Drink this." Katsuki slides his half-full mug of water over to his boyfriend.
"Bluh," Izuku responds, so eloquently.
Katsuki snorts and lifts the cup himself, pressing it to Izuku's lips. It's all muscle-memory with how often he gets too drunk at these little functions.
Their ex-classmate's had organized yet another get together, a 1-A reunion as if half of them didn't work together regularly and as if the other half weren't dating. The party was winding down, though, and it was just Katsuki taking care of his little drunk…
and Kirishima sitting on the other side of the booth, watching them with unblinking eyes.
"Y'got beer in your eye or somethin'?" Katsuki grunts at him, smudging a napkin across Izuku's face excessively until the latter is sleepily giggling and pawing him away.
Kirishima hums noncommittally. The noise tapers off into something else when Izuku flops over and ends up sprawled across Katsuki's lap, hugging his arms completely around Katsuki's torso. He was touchy on a good day, but when he's drunk it's like he turns into a touch-starved octopus. Katsuki doesn't mind it much, if only because it's Izuku.
He reaches down and gently cards his fingers through Izuku's curls, carefully fingering out any tangles that had happened when he'd been on the dancefloor with the rest of the class earlier that evening. That's probably where he got so drunk. Katsuki had been sitting here at the booth most of the night, making sure he was decidedly not drunk so that he and Izuku could make it home safely. And so he could atleast buy a taxi for any ex-classmate who inevitably lost their phone in the party.
Now that he thinks of it, though, it had been him and Kirishima sitting at the booth for most of the night. But while Katsuki had been slow-sipping on waters and sodas, Kirishima had been throwing back ales like they were candy.
Katsuki squints his eyes at him across the table. The lights are still dim even though over half of the party had died down already. The little dance club would still be open until daylight hours, which is why the group liked to book this one. But it also meant that Katsuki had a harder time keeping an eye on them all (being the forever designated driver that he was. Sue him, he didn't like getting drunk in public).
"Spill it, Red. Or I'll shake Deku and make him puke on you."
Izuku whines something that gets lost against Katsuki's belly, where Izuku has snuggled his nose against to help warm it up.
Kirishima meekly mumbles his own response, which is another flag that something is wrong.
Katsuki regards him curiously for another moment. But he's not sure what to say to get Kirishima to open up. Even after therapy, Katsuki has… problems being a shoulder to cry on. His friends don't seem to mind though, and always bring problems to him even if his advice is always to stop being scaredy-cats and face their issues head on. It's weird that they like depending on him for that kinda mushy-gushy shit, but… Katsuki would be lying if he said he doesn't feel happy they depend on him outside of things like battle too.
"You don't have to tell me," Katsuki says slowly, searching for the right words. But that seems to be enough to get Kirishima going, because he shakes his head vigorously and tries to brush him off.
"It's nothing, dude. Just… just thinkin'. Just thinking!"
Katsuki would make a joke at Kirishima's expense but he has a feeling it'd be in poor taste with how torn up he looks at the moment. So Katsuki keeps his smartass quips to himself and places both hands on the table so that he can give his full attention to their favorite unbreakable hero.
"Did something happen at patrol?"
"Hm? Today? No, I mean… me and Amajiki had a slow day, and then I was able to meet up with Tetsu and help a few workers fix a demolished building but it was pretty fun. A great workout, haha…" Kirishima finishes lamely, rubbing the back of his neck. His face is all red, and not just because he's drunk.
He's not as drunk as Deku, of course, but… it is kind of weird that Kirishima let himself get so smashed, especially since he has such a high alcohol tolerance.
Katsuki feels weirdly anxiously at how not normal Kirishima is acting, actually. He frowns.
"… Are your moms…?"
"Wha—NO, no yeah—" Kirishima flubs up his words, hurriedly trying to placate Katsuki's fears. "They're fine! Everything's fine, dude. Just—ugh!"
Kirishima drops his head and lets it land painfully against the wooden tabletop. There may be a dent in it.
"You and Deku are really cute, don't get me wrong."
Oh.
"And I think it's sweet how you don't mind being all… touchy and stuff with him, 'cause I know how you didn't like it in highschool, but fuck, dude it makes me so jealous. Which is so unmanly. What kind of friend gets jealous of his best bros for being all 'in love', y'know?"
Huh?
Katsuki blinks dumbly as Kirishima goes on and on. He misses a few bits of the conversation from his own shock, but catches Kirishima saying things like, 'I just get so aroused when I see you two spar at the gym,' and 'I still think about that one time Deku accidentally sent a nude to the groupchat. I think I could have died happily.'
Katsuki clears his throat before Kirishima can say anything more incriminating in his drunken state, but Kirishima takes a gulp of the remains of his beer, wipes his chin with the back of his hand, and sighs heavily.
"And like—I'm still the most single dude in our entire class, and we're not even a class anymore! And it's fine 'cause I guess I'm focusing on work and stuff… but I hang out with you two the most and it's like, I haven't even seen a pussy yet, and whenever I see you two all I think about is being in the middle of, well… yours. Both of yours," Kirishima whines. "I wouldn't even know how to start making you guys feel good."
Katsuki is floored. The words that have been spilled like alcohol from a spout fizz out in Katsuki's brain as he thinks, hung up on, of all the confessions just now, the fact that Kirishima is still a virgin after all these years.
He plants his elbow on the table and hides his mouth with his palm. His grin is too maniacal to let the other man see it.
You know… he's always thought Kirishima was kind of cute.
---
"Kacchan told me you get a potty mouth when you're drunk," Deku laughs, the very next afternoon after their 1-A party.
It's like he doesn't even have a hangover! Even Eijirou with his own high metabolism suffered with a bit of a headache all morning.
They'd run into one another near the end of Deku's patrol of this side of the city, and the two of them were sitting down near the entrance to a park, where they were set to diverge.
"I'm so sorry," Eijirou wheezes. "I… get like that. I don't even remember much of what I said except…"
Except the 'pussy' comments. He hopes they weren't too upset with him.
"Don't worry," Deku laughs again. "I was super drunk. I barely remember a word!"
"Good!" Eijirou says, genuinely. "Just… totally forget about what Bakugou said. And tell him to forget it too! That was probably the least manly I've ever been."
Deku's happy smile falls a bit, switching from that confident grin to something a bit more… personable. There's still a little dimple in his cheek. Eijirou's heart beats a little faster.
It's when Deku reaches over and lays a hand on his shoulder, letting the fingers curl against it as he leans his weight into it so that Eijirou dips over, and leaning in close enough that he can feel the warmth radiating off of Deku's body, that he realizes that Deku is teasing him on purpose.
" I thought about it for a long time and I realized I didn't mind at all," Deku confesses. "Trust me, and don't worry about it."
"I…" Eijirou gulps when Deku briefly presses his cheek against Eijirou's shoulder, bare thanks to the make of his hero costume. He's so relieved that they don't hate him, still want to be friends with him after that embarrassing night, that he can't decide on what to be thankful for first.
"… Come over tonight?" Deku offers, instead of letting Eijirou flub through his own response. "Kacchan'll forgive you if you bring his favorite snack. Not that he's really mad, but… you know Kacchan."
Eijirou hesitates for a moment before he's grabbing both of Deku's hands and shaking them gratefully, nearly tearing up. "Thanks, dude. I'll be there right after patrol. Promise!"
"Sounds like a date!" Deku says. His grin is like sunlight after a rainstorm as Eijirou has never been so grateful for the guy. "See you later, Eijirou-kun!"
With that, Deku takes off with his blackwhip to finish his own patrol.
It isn't until half an hour later, when Eijirou is in the corner store trying to figure out which level of spicy chips was the spiciest for Katsuki's tastebuds, that he realized that this was the first time Deku had called him by his first name.
---
Despite everything, Eijirou had not been expecting this tonight.
He sits politely, his legs tucked beneath his ass as he watches Katsuki and Izuku kiss each other. They've all squeezed onto their king size bed, Eijirou so big that they only have half the bed to work with for themselves.
Somehow, he doesn't think it's much of an issue. Not with the way Izuku fondles Katsuki, fingers dipping against the curve of his chest, thumb passing across a nipple until it goes hard and pert.
With a moan, Izuku breaks the kiss with a wet noise.
Katsuki's eyes light up as if illuminated with his own mirth, their focus entirely on Eijirou. He suckles along Izuku's neck, leaving light red hickeys tracing all the way down to his collarbone.
Izuku trembles when he focuses his kissing on his earlobe, something that Eijirou quickly learns is Izuku's weak point. It leaves him all stuttery-moans and shaky hands as they tangle in Katsuki's hair, pulling him close until their bodies are intertwined like one.
Eijirou groans from low in his throat when Katsuki yanks Izuku in closer, somehow. It makes the latter's legs spread, baring his uncovered pussy right for Eijirou's eyes to feast on. His belly heats up with desire as he watches it grow wet, leaking arousal between Izuku's soft thighs.
He's so focused on it smearing against the freckled skin that he doesn't realize they've stopped kissing until Izuku is closing his thighs and rolling off to the side.
"Ei," Katsuki commands. "Don't you dare look away."
Then, he spreads his legs. His inner thighs are shiny with his own slick, just like Izuku's. The natural lube wetting him up so sufficiently that Eijirou can see a bit of it bead up and roll until it disappears between the cleft of his ass. His cheeks are soaking with it.
There's a very thin happy trail going from his belly button to the hair covering his pussy. All of it is light and blonde, so downy that it's almost golden. Especially with the way it reflects the waning sunlight coming through their floor-to-ceiling windows.
Katsuki's always been crazy attractive. His body is strong on the top, more lithe on the bottom. Muscled all over nonetheless, it's as if he's made of the most beautiful marble stone. His skin is mostly unblemished, except for the battle scars he'd gotten saving Izuku, oh so long ago.
Eijirou watches Izuku idly trace a circle around one before he happily lets Katsuki take the center of the stage again.
Katsuki lounges back more comfortably against the few pillows pile up behind him, specifically angled so that he can watch Eijirou's reaction to his every movement. He doesn't break their gaze for a second as he drags his heel across the soft sheets until his pussy parts naturally, showing off the tender pink of his hole.
Eijirou reflexively looks away, but Izuku is there to gently turn his head back, before he's climbing back up the bed to join his lover and show off his own body.
Izuku's fingers dip across Katsuki's belly. Just the brush of his fingertips through the soft-looking hair of his underbelly is enough to make him not just gasp, but moan. Seems this is Katsuki's sensitive spot, then.
They're now sitting side by side, so when Izuku lifts up to kiss Katsuki again, both pairs of eyes fluttering shut, Eijirou gets just another glimpse of what's hiding between Izuku's own legs. A teasing pass. It makes his cock throb in his briefs.
In contrast to Katsuki, Izuku's body is a bit softer around the edges. His pussy is chubby and a bit more hidden, covered in more hair than Katsuki's is. It's more of a dark, blushing color than Katsuki's peachy pinkness. Eijirou wonders if they taste different too, and then bites his tongue as if he said the words out loud.
But now that he's thought it, he can't help but let a soft whine escape him as he hungers for a taste. He wonders if Katsuki will taste heady, sweaty, leaking so much that Eijirou can slurp down mouthfuls of his essence. He wonders if Izuku will be softer, sweeter, shy with what spills out of him. If he'll be quiet like he's being now in comparison to how Katsuki moans freely into the air.
"Y'like it, rocks for brains?" Katsuki breathes, his voice airy. His fingers just barely graze across his mound, but it's enough to have his eyelashes fluttering as his hips just barely cant upward for more of his own touch. "Like seeing your first pussy?"
"First two pussies," Izuku corrects, just as airy and soft.
"It's sensitive, you know," Katsuki says, ignoring Izuku's interruption. "Doesn't take much to get me off. Deku here could go for hours but mine doesn't need much at all… a little touching. Rubbing…"
Katsuki demonstrates each word, tracing around his pussy lips, rubbing along the side of his clit. His voice quivers a bit as he continues,
"N-not much, haah…" He slowly slides just one finger, the longest, inside of himself. There's a faint sound of wetness being displaced as he does, and his palm quickly gets covered in slick. "… at all."
His legs are twitching.
Eijirou nearly bows forward, drops his head to beg for a touch, a taste, but blessed Izuku comes to his rescue.
"Don't tease him, Kacchan. We're supposed to be nice, remember? Teaching him how to make us feel good."
Izuku reaches down to where Katsuki is penetrating himself and puts more pressure on that finger, until it's gone as deep inside as possible. It leaves Katsuki keening for it, hips grinding up so that his clit bumps against his palm.
"You don't want Eichan to see how you get when you're getting punished, do you?"
"P-punished?"
Eijirou doesn't realize it's himself breathlessly asking the question until Izuku's absolutely gleeful eyes lock onto his.
Katsuki's chest stops as he holds his breath, eyes widening marginally.
"Wanna see?"
Eijirou expects Katsuki to argue immediately, to tell Izuku to fuck off and kick him off the bed and instead bring up a punishment for Izuku himself.
Instead, his face blooms red with a blush that goes down as low as his chest. He holds his breath for so long that Eijirou thinks he forgot how to breathe out, until Izuku almost boredly tugs Katsuki's finger out of himself and presses it to his lips.
The slick transfers to his bottom lip like a gloss, and he takes his sweet time licking it clean. His tiny little tongue laps out of his mouth and traces all the way down Katsuki's knuckles until he's cleaned the appendage of every drop of his arousal.
Then he lets it drop off to the side. Katsuki allows it to rest limply where it's been lain.
"Do you wanna see, Eijirou?"
"Yes…" Eijirou whispers. "Please."
A noise whines out of Katsuki's throat, maybe the beginning of a moan. Izuku smiles at the both of them.
Then, he flattens his palm, letting it form a flat plane, and then lets it drop soundly against Katsuki's unprotected slit.
"Ah!"
Izuku doesn't give him a moment to rest before he does it again. This time he uses his fingertips, and the sting makes Katsuki's thighs jerk together, to protect his most sensitive place. Izuku places his other palm against one leg to keep it flat.
"Be a good boy and take it. Show Eichan how much you like it, okay?"
Izuku rolls his thumb against Katsuki's clit until he's whining for another reason. Katsuki murmurs some sort of agreement, because Izuku hums appreciatively and lets the pleasure linger before he's, once again, spanking it away.
Eijirou watches as his slaps bounce off of Katsuki's cute pussy, the labia slowly swelling with the rush of blood that comes to them.
"He likes it gently at first," Izuku says matter-of-factly. "Soft like this, okay?"
As if he's actually teaching Eijirou this, to use in the future someday.
Eijirou pays apt attention, more than he ever has and ever would in any classroom. He memorizes immediately the way Katsuki's golden hair down there gets all wispy, clumping together with his own wet as Izuku spanks it again. A string of it connects to Izuku's fingertips on two fingers, before it breaks and leaves another streak of arousal to mix with the rest that is so eagerly spilling out of Katsuki.
Now that Eijirou is paying so much attention, he realizes that it's only the sharp sound that makes it seem like a solid spank. It's really just skin against skin, the impact made even louder by Katsuki's arousal. As if it's begging for more, to make it actually hurt with the next swing, the next impact.
One, two, three… Izuku's spanking sounds rougher, louder, harder each time. The more that builds up, the harder Izuku spanks. It's as if he's simultaneously punishing him for liking it, and rewarding him for getting off to it.
"Twenty!" Katsuki cries out. Eijirou didn't even know he was counting them, but Izuku makes a very pleased sound from the back of his throat.
He pauses, then, letting the buzzing feeling settle in Katsuki's pussy. He parts the fattened lips, letting Eijirou see how it, too, has swelled up with arousal the same way Eijirou's own cock has. It's begging for attention.
"Do you want to try?" Izuku asks, suddenly.
Eijirou gulps, the sound loud over the thrum of his own heartbeat.
"T-try…? Won't I hurt him?"
"He likes it when it hurts," Izuku admits easily. "Isn't that right, Kacchan? Don't you want to let Eichan know how much you like it, so he can give you a nice punishment too?"
Katsuki shakes his head. It's only now that Eijirou notices the desperate tears budding at Katsuki's eyelashes. He's so fucking pretty, those too acting as ways for sunlight to reach him.
“He just gets a little shy,” Izuku teases. Eijirou rarely sees him so confident, and in this context it’s doing all sorts of stuff to his heart, brains, and loins all at the same time. He curls his hands into tight fists as he watches Izuku tilt his head, trying to find the best angle for the next spank.
“That’s okay, though, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to teach Eichan well, just for you. Soon he’ll be making you feel good like this, too.”
He finds the angle. He’s curled up compared to Katsuki’s splayed out body. He’s partially leaning over his boyfriend, body leaving him shadowed as he practically looms over him. He finds the perfect angle for his hand to hover, aimed perfectly at Katsuki’s pussy. He can hit the flat of the mound if he wishes, or easily part it with his other hand and hit directly against the clit if he so desires.
Or, if he’s feeling really mean, he can ignore the bundle of nerves completely and just spank-spank-spank his poor hole until Katsuki’s sensitive body learns to cum just from that, instead.
Izuku taps Katsuki’s clit with his fingertips five times, one for each finger, before he lifts his hand against and lets it sail through the air. The impact makes Eijirou flinch, makes Katsuki keen, and makes Izuku smile.
And so it continues like that for a while. Izuku finding another way to build up to the next slap, Katsuki staying perfectly still as he waits for it, and Eijirou leaning in in in until it finally collides, and then he snaps back into place and waits for the next.
Katsuki had dared him not to look away, after all.
“Kacchan and I have always had kind of a crush on you,” Izuku admits, in between the lulls of the spanking. “As soon as he told me what you said when you were drunk, we were so excited to be able to… you know…”
Izuku suddenly gets shy, ducking his head. He drops his palm against Katsuki’s labia, which jiggle with the impact. Not hard enough for a slap, but still enough to make Katsuki’s body minutely jump from a twinge of pain.
Katsuki’s head tilts over, knocking against the side of Izuku’s leg. His eyes are squeezed shut, maybe shy in his own way. Izuku comforts him gently, using his clean fingers to card through Katsuki’s hair, wiping sweat from his brow at the same time.
“I’m glad you’re watching, Eijirou,” Izuku says finally. “Kacchan is glad, too. So make sure you give all your attention to him, it makes him feel so good to know that you’re watching—just like that.”
Eijirou has no clue what expression he made at that moment, but whatever it was pleased Izuku enough to grin at him excitedly. Katsuki’s head falls back flat against the pillows with a soft ‘humph’, his thighs tense as he humps Izuku’s hand desperately.
Ready to cum. And Izuku knows it.
It’s rougher, now. There’s no mercy with each spank. Katsuki's voice comes out of him high-pitched and desperate, but not a sound could be interpreted as pleas for Izuku to stop, not even to slow down. He wants it so badly.
A number spills from Katsuki’s lips every so often, getting lost in the sounds of Izuku praising him at the same time he spanks his needy cunt.
Fifty, and he makes eye contact with Eijirou again. His mouth drops open in a silent moan, their gaze only broken when Izuku slaps his cunt.
He watches until he can’t, until his eyes slowly roll up and back as the pleasure builds and builds inside of him. Eijirou can almost feel the sting in his palm from how roughly Izuku is hitting him, until he realizes he’s holding his hand in a fist so tightly that his fingernails are biting into the flesh. He keeps them digging in.
One hundred, and Katsuki finally breaks. He twists and writhes, body flopping out of position before it snaps back into place like a trained puppet. He curls in as he anticipates the next slap, then his back bows upward when it comes to him, rocking him to his core.
What must it feel like, Eijirou wonders. Does the impact travel through his labia and vibrate through his clit at the same time? Or is it the pain itself that Katsuki adores, the feeling of the sting that just builds and builds and builds each time Izuku hits his cunt?
Either way, it’s enough.
"Fuc—aHN!" Katsuki weeps, "I-Izu, oh fuck, Izuku!"
"We spoil you too much, Kacchan. You're gonna cum already?" Izuku leans over so that he's pressed cheek to cheek with Katsuki, their faces squished together. “I only just started again.”
Katsuki's overwhelmed tears are dripping onto his skin and making Izuku shine in the afternoon sunlight too, but Izuku doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. He nuzzles Katsuki lovingly and squeezes down on his soft inner thigh until a red handprint appears to match the red of Katsuki's pussy.
Izuku keeps spanking his cunt.
Katsuki loses his mind.
"G-gonna, fuuu, g-gonna…! Please…!!"
"You can cum just from this," Izuku praises him, soothingly. "Just… like… this…"
Each word, each command is punctuated with a spanking on his pussy. Katsuki goes silent, his body taut like a bowstring.
Slick spills out of him in a rushing wave, spurting out against Izuku's fingers as they pause against his pussy, the clit twitching right against his fingertip.
He's cumming, Eijirou realizes. He's cumming from getting his pussy spanked all sensitive and red, just like Izuku said he would.
Katsuki cums from it, and Eijirou, in all honesty, almost does too.
"Good boy," Izuku's voice lulls through both of their ears like sirensong. "So good for us, so good showing Eichan how much you love it. Cumming just from getting your needy little cunt spanked."
An aftershock trembles through Katsuki like a wave. Then his legs fall limply apart, spread eagle and leaving him somehow more exposed than before.
But Izuku, finally, grants him mercy. He smiles happily, prettily, and kisses Katsuki on his tear-streaked cheek as he murmurs the sweetest of nothings to him until his chest stops heaving with desperate breaths.
Eijirou grinds a bit against the bed, but stops so as not to ruin the moment. He can't stop fidgeting though, desperate to join in some way. To praise Katsuki for taking it so well. To beg for his own punishment, maybe? He's not sure what he wants.
Izuku offers a choice for him.
"You should kiss it better," Izuku stage-whispers. "He really likes it when he gets it rough like this."
Katsuki groans, legs slowly sliding closed. The sensitivity has him parting them all over again with a soft hiss. Katsuki bites his lower lip as he lifts up his upper half, resting his weight on his elbows.
"That's enough out of you," Katsuki hoarsely accuses. His voice is lower after his moaning and crying out, and now that he's calmed a bit it's full of rough timbre.
Izuku 'eeps' as Katsuki grips him by both shoulders and flips him easily, pinning him down with one hand on his chest. The other yanks Izuku's leg up, stretching the flexible appendage until Izuku is nearly bent in half. He traps it up between both of their chests, kissing Izuku to muffle any of his half-hearted complaints.
Eijirou can't stop himself when he realizes that they're going again, immediately after the first round. He shoves his hand into his underwear and grips his weeping cock, jerking a few times beneath the fabric. It's beyond soaked with precum, and the wet noise makes Katsuki laugh without even looking.
He lifts himself up, his pussy pressing against Izuku's now spread one. He ruts his clit against Izuku's cunt, spreading his own pussy juices across it like a messier kiss than before.
"Didn't you hear, Ei? Deku told you to kiss it better, didn't he?"
Katsuki lifts up, letting their pussies separate. Then he reaches down and unceremoniously shoves two fingers into Izuku's cunt. They go in easily, Izuku beyond aroused from their game already. They plunge in and out quickly, but he's nothing if not efficient in the way he brings Izuku to the edge in a matter of seconds.
Only for Katsuki to yank them out just as quickly, punctuating the motion with a vicious swat at Izuku's pussy.
It's mean, a cruel hit when he was just giving Izuku pleasure.
Eijirou can't take it any more. With both of their permission, he joins in the fray.
He rushes forward to let his tongue swirl against Katsuki's hole, lapping up the taste of it before it mixes with Izuku's too much. He wants to have a nice little catalogue of their separate tastes before he lets them mingle on his tongue, hopefully over the span of the rest of the night.
Katsuki is pleased by his eagerness with the way he arches his back, shimmying down so that he's not so completely dwarfing Izuku's body.
That doesn't mean Izuku gets a reprieve, oh no. It just leaves him entirely vulnerable for Katsuki to spank his pussy again, over and over and over, as Eijirou finally gets his own hands-on learning experience.
Each lap is punctuated with Izuku's moan crying out, begging for more. Starting the 'learning experience' all over again.
Later on, Eijirou will do his best to kiss him better too.