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Eijirou should have known better than to shower in the locker room and not back up in his own room. But desperate times and all that, and being drenched with a rank combination of his own sweat and Mina’s acid after a particularly intense training session definitely felt like a desperate situation that warranted an immediate shower.
He stands in the corner and tries to ignore the noise of the door opening and closing, or the soft splashing of footsteps drawing nearer. He doesn’t know who it is and he doesn’t want to know, he just wants to rinse himself off and get out of here as quickly as possible, hopeful he can wrap a towel around himself before anyone has a chance to gawp at him.
But of course the universe has it out for him.
“Hey, dude.” Denki. Fuck . “Why are you hogging all the soap? Gimme some!”
He slaps Eijirou between the shoulders, laughing. Eijirou flinches and passes Denki the bottle of body wash without turning around, feeling the handprint of where Denji touched him like a burning brand on his skin.
“What’s wrong, man?” Denki asks immediately. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” Eijirou’s voice cracks. “I’m fine, just…tired.”
Just don’t want anyone to see me naked. Please, please don’t look at me.
“I can imagine,” Denki laughs, and his voice sounds further away now. “Mina beat your ass hard. ”
Some of the tightness in Eijirou’s chest eases as he hears Denki shower, clearly no longer paying any attention to him. He sighs and scrubs shampoo into his hair, relishing the refreshing feeling of both his gel and the grime wash away. He loses himself in the methodical rubbing, taking care to break apart each spike with his fingers and let his wet hair fall to his shoulders. He loses himself in his thoughts, in the noise of the water pattering on his skin and the steam loosening his tight muscles.
It’s relaxing enough to forget he’s not alone.
He turns under the hot spray of the water to wash his hair, shampoo suds dripping down his back, sighing with relief at how nice it feels —
“Oh my god?”
Denki’s voice sends panic shooting through his chest.
Fuck fuck fuck, no, please don’t be talking to me, not about me, please please please —
“Eijirou, bro, your dick is so cute?”
… what?
Eijirou pries his eyes open and peers over at Denki, who is facing and staring at Eijirou, completely unabashed. Well, of course he’s not embarrassed. His dick is huge . It hangs like a third leg between his thighs, thick and veiny and everything Eijirou wished his own inadequate cock could be.
He’s always been insecure about his size. How could he not be? It’s the least manly part of him; every aspect of his body is sculpted to perfection — he’s worked hard to make sure of that — and then there’s his stupid little cock. Barely longer than his index finger when fully hard, and even more pathetic when it’s lying flaccid against his (also too small) balls. So it’s hard to properly process what Denki has said, or the way he’s fixating on Eijirou’s cock with a grin spreading across his face.
“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that from me,” Denki says, taking a step closer to Eijirou.
“I’m not hiding ,” Eijirou lies. His body feels far too hot all of a sudden, the room too full of steam for him to properly draw breath.
“You never shower in here if you can help it,” Denki points out. “You think I don’t notice? You always run away.”
“I don’t run —”
“It’s literally so cute, though. Like, I wanna just…”
Denki trails off, and what the hell, did he just lick his lips? Eijirou steps back until he feels the smooth tile wall behind him. He can’t help but notice Denki’s monster cock twitch against his thigh, and Eijirou’s mouth goes completely dry. Why is Denki looking at him like that? Why is Denki’s dick reacting like that to Eijirou’s awful body? Is he making fun of him?
A sudden, indignant burst of annoyance lends Eijirou his voice once more.
“You don’t have to tease me, dude,” he snaps. “Not everyone can have the perfect dick like you, but that doesn’t mean —”
“Perfect?” Denki cuts him off, blinking up at Eijirou, distracted from his almost trancelike staring.
“I uh,” Eijirou swallows. “I mean, it’s huge . It’s, y’know…what I wish I had…”
His head droops as embarrassment takes hold once more. His soft, squishy cock mocks him. He barely manages to resist the urge to cup it behind his hands and run out of the shower entirely.
“Hey, having a big dick isn’t always as great as it sounds.”
Eijirou scoffs and glances at Denki out of the corner of his eye. He’s definitely getting harder, growing even larger. A flood of heat begins to pool in Eijirou’s abdomen, and his own dick twitches minutely. He can’t help it, Denki is… he’s hot . He’s always been hot, and it’s always been a problem, ever since they met, but Eijirou always managed to bury it beneath the heavy weight of someone as hot and cool as him would never want me anyway . But now, with Denki looking at him like that, reaching down to grip the base of his rapidly swelling cock… a seed of hope blooms in Eijirou’s mind.
“No, really,” Denki continues, “Sometimes I feel like people just wanna fuck me because of my dick, y’know?”
“No,” Eijirou says honestly. “I don’t know.”
Denki smirks. He pumps his cock and Eijirou’s eyes are magnetized to the precum beading at the flushed tip.
“Well,” Denki says. “I can show you. Because I really want your dick in my mouth.”
Eijirou’s heart stops. All the blood in his body seems to rush to his cock, leaving none for coherent thought because did Denki just say what he thought he did? He wants to suck Eijirou’s…? But before Eijirou can fully process what Denki has said, the blonde is dropping to his knees in front of Eijirou, hands on his thighs.
“D-Denki, what are you —?”
“Please? Please, can I?”
Denki’s golden eyes are wide and pleading as he looks up at Eijirou from between his legs. His mouth is just a breath away from the tip of Eijirou’s now rock-hard cock and Eijirou is so overwhelmed by this sudden turn of events he feels as though he must be dreaming — surely this is some wildly detailed sex dream and any second he’ll wake up entangled in sweaty, cum-stained sheets, unable to make eye contact with Denki in the morning.
But if it is a dream…he might as well enjoy it, right?
He swallows all his doubts and nods at Denki. Denki bites his lip and grins and Eijirou can’t stop the shiver that runs through his body at that, a wave of uncontrolled hardening rippling down his arms.
Denki doesn’t waste another second. He sucks the tip of Eijirou’s cock into his mouth and Eijirou bites his hardened fist to stifle back a moan. Denki’s tongue flicks over his slit and underneath the head, massaging his glans before moving forward and taking Eijirou’s entire cock into his mouth all at once.
Eijirou doesn’t even hit the back of Denki’s throat. His tiny cock sits perfectly on top of Denki’s tongue, and he feels more than hears Denki moaning around him.
“ God, Denki…” Eijirou groans, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut.
The steam from the hot water still pouring down his back only adds to the heady, dizzying pleasure of it all. Denki’s mouth is wet and warm and unlike anything Eijirou has ever felt before; the way he sucks as he bobs his head makes Eijirou see stars .
And just when Eijirou didn’t think it could get any better, Denki’s mouth widens and he grunts and groans with effort and then he’s pulling Eijirou’s balls into his mouth alongside his cock. A tidal wave of pleasure crashes into Eijirou and he’s left gasping with the intensity of it. He twists his fingers into Denki’s hair and thrusts forward into the heat of his mouth. Denki lets out a wet, gargled moan that has Eijirou’s cock throbbing.
“ Fuck,” he breathes as Denki’s tongue flicks under his balls and his nose presses into his pubes. “I’m — Denki I’m not gonna l-last — holy fuck —”
Denki grabs Eijirou’s ass and chokes on his cock and balls and Eijirou couldn’t stop it if he tried. He cries out, balls tight and aching as they empty into Denki’s mouth, cock pulsing. Denki is moaning hoarsely, throat squeezing the tip of Eijirou’s cock as he swallows every last drop of cum.
Eijirou’s legs are shaking. He leans heavily against the wall of the shower, cock slipping out of Denki’s mouth. He can’t quite summon up any thoughts beyond holy moly that felt so good , so when Denki rises to his feet and pulls Eijirou down for a frantic, sloppy kiss, he doesn’t protest.
He can taste himself on Denki’s tongue, salty and bitter, alongside something that feels entirely Denki . Coppery and sharp, like a lightning storm after the rain. A thrill of static electricity runs over him that sets his hair standing on end.
“Denki,” Eijirou murmurs against his lips. “The — the water, be careful…”
“Shit,” Denki pants. “Sorry, I —”
“It’s okay.”
Eijirou shuts off the showerhead and the sudden silence rings in his ears. Denki is staring up at him with hazy eyes and this close, Eijirou can see the faint webbing of lightning shaped scars that spread up his neck and down his arms. He can feel Denki’s cock poking his thigh, and when he reaches down to cup the soft flesh of Denki’s ass and pull him closer, Denki’s lids flutter shut and he whines. His face falls into the curve of Eijirou’s shoulder and his hips rut seemingly of their own accord.
“Eijirou, can I…?”
“Yeah, babe, whatever you want.” The name slips from Eijirou’s tongue easily, naturally , and Denki’s breath hitches at it, fingers digging into the muscle of Eijirou’s back.
“Oh my god ,” Denki whispers and Eijirou worries for a moment that he’s ruined the moment, but then Denki’s cock is pressing between his thighs and once again all coherent thought escapes him.
Denki’s cock nudges up under Eijirou’s balls and that heady, overwhelming sensation creeps back up through his core. He’s still oversensitive from his orgasm but that just makes it even better as Denki fucks his thighs, thick cock long enough that it brushes over his hole easily with every thrust.
“Fuck, Eiji, fuck,” Denki babbles into the crook of Eijirou’s neck. “Fuck, you’re so hot oh my god. I want you to fuck me so bad, fuck me with your sexy cock —”
Oh my god Denki oh my god —
Eijirou is fully hard again now, cock pressed up against Denki’s stomach, smearing precum over his abs. He didn’t even know he could get hard so quickly after coming, but the praise streaming from Denki’s mouth settles into his skin, tingling almost like Denki’s electricity until he’s buzzing and high and panting. He wants to fuck Denki so badly, wants to bend him over right here and watch him wail on Eijirou’s cock as his own monster-cock lies useless between his legs.
Denki wails as he comes, clinging to Eijirou so tightly he wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises on his back tomorrow. The warmth spilling down Eijirou’s thighs and the wet panting of Denki’s mouth against his skin send Eijirou tipping over the edge once more. It’s almost dry and his balls ache with the force of it, but it leaves Eijirou trembling and jelly-legged all over again. If he weren’t propped up in the corner of the shower with Denki holding him up he’d be dropping down on his ass.
Denki sighs his name, soft and sated. Eijirou grins lazily and kisses the top of his head.
“Thanks,” Denki says, peering up at Eijirou. “That was…that was. Wow. That was.”
“Yeah,” Eijirou agrees. “It definitely was.”
Denki pulls away and Eijirou mourns the loss of his body heat. He’s suddenly, sharply aware that they’re still in the locker room showers, that anyone could walk in at any moment, and that oh my god he had sex with Denki.
“Don’t,” Denki says with a small frown.
Eijirou swallows past the sudden lump in his throat. “Don’t what?”
“I can see your brain working.” Denki reaches up and squishes Eijirou’s cheeks. “So stop it. No thinking allowed.”
“Denki…”
“What do I hafta do to get you to call me ‘babe’ again?” Denki asks slyly.
“Go out with me tomorrow?”
It’s out before he can stop it, hovering in the minimal distance between them. Denki’s eyes light up and the sight sends warmth spreading through Eijirou’s body like wildfire.
“Fuck yes,” Denki breathes. “Will you fuck me after?”
“Of course — I mean, you…you really want —”
Denki shuts him up with a kiss, rising up on his tiptoes and threading his fingers through Eijirou’s hair. Eijirou wraps his arms around him and can’t hold back his smile.
“I told you,” Denki says when they break apart, “I want you. I want all of you. Every sexy inch. How many times d’you want me to tell you?”
Eijirou kisses the tip of his nose and smirks. “Actions speak louder than words, y’know.”
Denki giggles at that, melting into Eijirou’s embrace. “You horny bastard. We should probably at least leave the showers, though. Before Aizawa-sensei or someone comes in here…”
Elation Eijirou has never known swells through him as they dry and dress themselves. Denki wants him. Wants him, all of him, imperfections and all. Eijirou wonders how long he’d been stifling himself with his own insecurities, hiding and running away from the judging eyes of his peers. How long could he have had this feeling, instead? This perfect happiness?
“You okay?” Denki asks, reaching for Eijirou’s hand.
“Yeah,” Eijirou smiles. “Never better.”