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Day 30 - Fucking Machine (but not really)

Bakugo POV

The weeks pass by in a blur, the two men settling into a comfortable routine. When they have time, they wake and eat breakfast together, dissecting Izuku’s wild dreams. Katsuki always makes extra food so that Izuku has enough to take to work with him, and Izuku always sends a picture of him eating it to Katsuki. They do their jobs, checking in with each other throughout the day, then Katsuki usually picks Izuku up from work where they either head out for dinner, for a walk, sometimes a movie, or they head home and simply enjoy each other's company. There’s something symbiotic and effortlessly natural about the way Izuku’s life has bent and molded seamlessly into Katsuki’s. Katsuki can’t imagine a time without Izuku now. The jigsaw pieces inside of him that he hadn’t realised were lost, most likely for his whole life, have finally been found, completing the image. Completing him. 

Katsuki smiles now as he leans back against his car in front of the U.A campus gates. He waits, knowing at any moment Izuku will come bounding down the steps, like a kid on christmas day. Katsuki chuckles to himself just imagining it. Then, as though conjured from his mind, Izuku crests the top of the stairs. His eyes snap immediately to Katsuki, as though he’s got a radar specifically for him. Izuku beams, taking the steps two at a time. He jogs, though it’s more like a skip, toward Katsuki, a toothy grin plastered on his face.

“Hey, nerd.” Katsuki says, opening the door for him. He places a hand on his back as Izuku slides in, then he shuts the door and walks to his side of the car, climbing into the front seat. He leans across the middle, fingers pulling on Izuku’s tie, and tugs his face down, kissing him fervently. 

“Did you have a good day?” Katsuki asks, pulling away slightly. Izuku nods, his eyes wandering down to Katsuki’s lips. Greedy fucker. Katsuki gives in though, kissing him again, his tongue running along Izuku’s bottom lip, eliciting a soft groan from him. Izuku’s mouth opens, an invitation. Katsuki accepts. 

They lose themselves in one another for several minutes, lips moving, tongues wandering, teeth nipping, until Katsuki finally pulls back for breath. Izuku’s face is a light shade of pink, and Katsuki can feel that he must look the same. His thumb reaches up, swiping the sheen from Izuku’s lips. 

“What time do we have to leave?” Izuku asks then, voice a little breathless. 

“Ideally seven. Do you have much left to pack?” 

Izuku shakes his head, reaching for his seatbelt and clipping himself in. 

“I’m pretty much ready.” 

“Great.” Katsuki clears his throat, sitting back in his seat and buckling his own seatbelt as he turns on the car, pulling away.

Katsuki places the last of the bags into the car, waiting for Izuku to catch up, when his phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket, cursing as he almost drops it.

“Yeah?” He answers, accepting the call and holding it to his ear.

“Hey, Bakugo! What time you gonna get here? Everyone’s arrived.” Eijiro’s excited voice crackles over the line. 

“Yeah, we’re leaving now.”

“You haven’t left yet? Dude, it’s almost nine!” 

“Yeah, sorry.” Katsuki shifts on his feet, throat catching mid-breath, as he hears Izuku walk hurriedly toward the car. “We, uh, we got held up.” 

“Alright fine, just hurry. We’ll wait up for you.” 

“Alright.” Katsuki sighs, thinking about the journey ahead. It’s already dark, but the roads at least shouldn’t be too busy. “We’ll be about three hours.” 

“I’m ready!” Izuku exclaims, stepping over to Katsuki. He straightens, seeing that Katsuki is on the phone, and blushes. Sorry, he mouths. 

“Is that Midoriya?” Eijiro asks, his smirk evident in his tone

“Yes.” Katsuki breathes. 

“Is it really not…” Eijiro pauses, searching for his words, “awkward?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?”

“No, I- I just don’t understand it. I guess.”

“It’s not for you to understand.” Katsuki’s tone is short, exasperated. No room for questions.

“I guess you’re right,” Eijiro concedes, “Sorry. See you later, yeah?” 

“Yeah, see you.” With that, Katsuki hangs up and drops his phone back in his pocket. Izuku has already climbed into the passenger seat, fiddling with the buttons on the control panel. Katsuki sucks in a slow breath before opening his door, sliding in, settling back. 

“Ready?” He asks, the car rumbling to life. 

“Mmhmm.” Izuku confirms, smiling up at him. Katsuki can’t help but smile back, his heart thumping in his chest, his frustration with Eijiro already forgotten. He reaches across and flicks Izuku on the forehead.

“Hey!” Izuku gasps, his mouth opening in shock. He rubs his head, feigning pain. “What was that for?” 

“You’re too cute.” Katsuki grumbles, placing one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear stick. He drives, peeling out of the underground parking lot and onto the streetlamp-lit roads above. 

“You’re so weird.” Izuku mumbles, pursing his lips. Katsuki can’t help but scoff.

“You’re one to talk.” His eyes roll, the corners of his lips stuck in a permanent smile, as they always are these days with Izuku. Izuku doesn’t answer, a silence rolling over them instead.

“It’s gonna be weird.” Izuku sighs then, stretching his legs out and leaning his head back on the rest. “Kirishima, I mean. Knowing. About us.” 

Katsuki considers this, then shrugs. 

“Probably at first, but who cares?” 

“You’re so good at this.”

“What do you mean?” Katsuki peeks at Izuku from the corner of his eye, the car rolling to a stop at a red light. 

“Just, being so okay with everything. With everyone knowing. I wish I was like that.” Izuku’s voice is small, almost defeated. The tone makes Katsuki’s throat feel thick, he has to swallow to get his words out. 

“I don’t.” 

“You don’t what?” Izuku asks, his brows lifting now. 

“I don’t wish you were any different. This. You.” Katsuki gestures to him, his palm rising and falling between them. “You’re perfect.” 

Katsuki watches the way Izuku’s cheeks instantly redden, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. These kinds of reactions used to annoy him. Izuku getting emotional would get under Katsuki’s skin without fail. He never knew why, then. Now, though? Now he knows. Love and hate. The finest of lines. Whenever Izuku would show his vulnerable side, be open with his emotions, it would sicken Katsuki to the core… because he couldn’t be there for him. Couldn’t be the one to say it’ll be alright. Couldn’t hold him, keep him safe. He wasn’t ready.

Regret often creeps in, mostly when he’s not with Izuku. Regret for all the things he hadn’t said until now. Hadn’t realised. 

I wasted so much time. 

He places a hand on Izuku’s knee as the lights change to green, squeezing gently as he pulls away. Streetlights become sparse, buildings becoming few and far between, as they leave the city. They sit in comfortable silence for hours, Katsuki’s hand remaining on Izuku’s leg. Where it belongs. 

Eventually, something shifts, like it always does. A hunger, a desire, a need. It creeps under Katsuki’s skin, stirring the blood that pumps through his veins. There’s not much time before they reach the others now, before they reach the villa that Mina’s parents have reserved for Eijiro’s bachelor party. 

Katsuki lifts his hand from Izuku’s thigh, the air against his palm feeling strange and foreign. He reaches into the pocket of his hoody, pulling out a small black control, no bigger than a key fob. He holds it out to Izuku, biting down on his lower lip. 

“Here.” He says, encouraging Izuku to take the device. Izuku turns it over in his hand, inspecting the small buttons. “Just don’t pre- Aaghh!” 

Izuku startles at the sound that tumbles from Katsuki’s mouth. He can feel his cheeks warming, embarrassment coursing through him. Why the fuck did I think this would be a good idea? 

His freehand grabs the wheel, keeping the car under control, as his body trembles. 

“Off, Izu, turn it o- Nnghh!” 

Izuku’s eyes widen as he frantically smashes buttons on the device. Katsuki flinches with each one, until finally letting out a shaky breath when Izuku finally finds the off button. 

“Fuck, I said don’t press any buttons yet!” Katsuki snaps, hearing his pulse thrumming in his ears. 

“I’m sorry, Kacchan! I-I didn’t mean- I didn’t…” Izuku’s desperate apology begins to trail off as he looks between Katsuki and the controller. His eyes widen impossibly further, his lips parting as a whoosh of air escapes him. “Kacchan, is this… what I think it is?” 

“No.” Katsuki answers quickly. “Wait. Maybe. Yes. Fuck.” Katsuki’s grip on the wheel tightens, his stomach twisting into knots. “What exactly do you think it is?” 

Izuku looks at Katsuki, studying him, as he presses another button. Katsuki moans. Izuku gasps. 

“You actually did it?” Izuku cries, a hand flying to his open mouth. His dark eyebrows are so high that they’re completely lost beyond his mess of curls. 

“Y-you said, ah, you said you wanted to try it.” Katsuki answers, his voice breathless. 

“When did you even put it in?” Izuku asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Just n-now. When we stopped for f-f-fuel.”

Izuku says nothing to this, and that concerns Katsuki more than if Izuku were saying everything. He glances at him through his periphery as he drives down a long paved driveway lined with well kept hedges. 

Izuku's eyes are sparkling with equal parts delight and mischief. Katsuki swallows, anticipation rolling through him. 

Izuku shakes his head then, smoothing out his expression, as he turns off the device and slips it into his pocket. 

“This is going to be so much fun.” He whispers, the car rolling to a stop. Katsuki’s muscles involuntarily clench around the vibrator he has pressed inside of him, chasing the sensation as soon as it stops. I’m so going to regret this.

“You made it!” Eijiro exclaims as Katsuki and Izuku lumber through the door with bags over each of their shoulders, a small suitcase dragging behind Katsuki, a crate of beer in Izuku’s arms. Eijiro lurches forward and grabs the beer, beaming with joy.

“Booze!” He cries out, then scampers away around the corner, his slippered feet slapping against the tiled floor. 

Once he’s gone Katsuki lets out a low whistle, looking around slowly. The hallway alone is huge. Cream floor and cream walls blend together endlessly, large crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling at regular intervals. Dark wooden door frames lead off from the hallway into countless rooms, and a grand staircase with an elaborate handrail winds through the middle. 

“Bit much.” Katsuki whispers, kicking off his shoes. Izuku nods, dropping his bags down against the wall. 

“You’d think Yaoyorozu’s parents organised this or something.” Izuku whispers back, his finger running against a dark console table on his right. He lifts his finger, scrutinising it. “So clean, too.” 

“Guys!” Eijiro’s voice calls from the room on their left, the room they can hear a mixture of other loud and excited voices from. “We’re in here!” 

Katsuki drops his bags next to the suitcase and inclines his head toward the room, gesturing for Izuku to walk through first. 

This room is just as elaborate, filled with dark brown leather sofas surrounding an enormous coffee table. At the far end of the room a roaring fire crackles, spluttering small sparks into the air around it. 

A sea of faces turn to them in greeting, smiles and waves blurring together. Katsuki nods once, the best he can muster after a long drive. He’s filled with awe as Izuku hurries around the room, personally greeting everyone, introducing himself to those he doesn’t know, a ball of energy with no limits. Katsuki recognises most in the room, old classmates, work colleagues, people he’s seen on Eijiro’s social media, but there’s certainly over half a dozen people he’s never met before. Or, at least, he’s pretty sure he’s never met them before.

Eijiro comes back a few minutes later, an open can of beer in each hand. He thrusts them toward Katsuki and Izuku, a devious smile painted on his face, then clears his throat. 

“Drink.” He orders, simply. Katsuki raises a brow in annoyance, whereas Izuku lowers his in concern. He opens his mouth to speak.

“It’s been a long journ-”

“Don’t care. My party. Drink.” 

A chorus of cheers sound around the room as Katsuki and Izuku slowly lift the drinks to their mouths. They take a sip, then lower the cans in unison. Eijiro chuckles darkly. 

“Nope. All of it.” 

“He made us all do it.” Denki drawls from one of the sofas, looking a little worse for wear. He hiccups loudly. “s’only fair you do too.”

Katsuki sighs, offering Izuku an apologetic expression. Izuku simply shrugs, smiling innocently, then he lifts the can to his mouth and tilts his head back. His throat works as he swallows and swallows and swallows. He gasps for breath once he’s finished, the can crumpling lightly under his hold, the back of his free hand wiping at his mouth. 

“Not up to it?” Izuku asks then, voice full of sugar. Sickly sweet. 

“For fucks sake.” Katsuki drinks, begrudgingly draining the can. 

“Great!” Eijiro claps his hands together, cheering with everyone else. “Now I can show you to your rooms!” 

“Room.” Someone adds, a simple looking man Katsuki hasn’t met before. He seems comfortable here, relaxed. One of Ashido’s relatives, perhaps?

“Huh?” Eijiro looks at the man, clearly confused. 

“You’ll show them to their room. There’s only one left.” 

“Only… one… room?” Eijiro’s voice is quiet, thick with concern. Katsuki takes a step closer. 

“Is there a problem?” Katsuki asks quietly, making sure only Eijiro can hear. 

“Well, no. Of course not. It’s just, well, I didn’t think you’d want to share.” 

“Of course we do.” Katsuki clarifies, unsure how to feel about the way this conversation is going. I thought he said he was okay with it? Was he just saying that?

“Well, uh, okay then! Follow me!” Eijiro leads them out of the room, picking up one of their bags and herding them up the stairs. He frowns at the doors as he walks down a winding corridor, muttering the numbers under his breath. Eventually he stops outside one and turns back with a grin. “Here you go!” 

Eijiro opens the door, ushering Katsuki and Izuku inside. This room is also huge, with elegant wallpaper climbing up each wall, a thick cream carpet underfoot. A ridiculously large bed stands proudly in the centre of the room, silk sheets draping from each corner. They ripple as Katsuki drops a heavy bag onto the bed, shadows dancing along the rivers of folds cast by the soft lamplight. 

“Don’t be long! The night is still young, even if it is almost…” Eijiro checks his watch. “One in the morning. If you need anything just ask!” His voice is cheery, overly cheery, as he turns and rushes out of the room. They hear the thud of his footsteps race through the hallway, the sound changing as he bounds down the stairs, before a cacophony of cheers erupts from the party. Katsuki is stunned by the fact they can hear it, considering just how far they walked. Perhaps they’re just that loud.

“Wanna unpack now or later?” Katsuki asks, unzipping the bag before him. 

“Definitely later. You head down first, I just need a minute.” 

“Sure.” Katsuki’s hands drop from the bag as he heads for the door. He looks back over his shoulder as he opens it, but Izuku has already disappeared.

Katsuki wanders down the hall, back the way they came, and reenters the room filled with people. He’s handed a drink, another beer, then ushered to an empty spot on the sofa. He looks around, noticing that everyone is wrapped up in conversations. Empty cans litter the table, and when he cranes his neck he can see a small bar, also cluttered with used glasses and empty spirit bottles. He sighs, taking a sip, then jolts upright with a gasp. 

A few heads turn his way, but he can’t focus on them. All he can focus on is the deep vibration thrumming within him. Izuku… you fucke-

He clenches his teeth as he desperately holds back a moan, the vibrations kicking up a notch. The room is so loud, and the device so small, that thankfully no one can hear it, though Katsuki’s reactions don’t go unnoticed. 

“Everything okay, Bakugo?” Shoto asks from the armchair opposite him, the high back and arms swallowing him. His preferred kind of seat. 

“Uh huh.” Katsuki grunts, sipping on his beer to distract himself. He can feel his cheeks burning. 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah. Just, uh, a bit warm. Next to the fire. And all.” Katsuki’s words come out clipped, but Shoto either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. He nods, clearly satisfied with the explanation, then takes a swig of his drink. 

Katsuki shivers as his cock involuntarily thickens, and he has to shift in his seat to hide it. His fingers clench around the drink in his hand, the metal warping beneath his grip. 

Izuku saunters into the room then. His expression completely stoic, his pace normal. Katsuki wonders for a moment if the device has turned on by accident, but then Izuku’s head turns his way, just a fraction, and a wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. 

Before Katsuki can react, Izuku turns his back, striking up a conversation with Yuga. His hand moves to his pocket, his body language unwavering, and then the vibrations increase again.

What have I done?

Katsuki endures the torture for almost an hour, his skin damp with sweat. Eijiro had made everyone join in on a game, one that was supposed to help everyone get to know one another, but Katsuki could barely process the information. Izuku had been irregularly turning off and on the device, though he paid Katsuki no attention. He even played the game well, laughing when he needed to, answering questions, asking even more, unlike Katsuki. Katsuki could hardly string a sentence together.

Katsuki’s vision had blurred on several occasions, his nails biting into his thighs as he drew on all his power to hold himself back from cumming. It was all too much. It wasn’t enough. 

Someone stands now, Tenya, Katsuki thinks, though he can’t tell anymore, and bids goodnight to everyone. He smiles and waves as he leaves the room, a yawn stretching across his face. Katsuki leaps to his feet, intending to do the same, but his knees wobble and he stumbles forward, knocking into the table lightly. 

“Bed. I’m going to bed.” He stammers, feeling a bead of sweat roll down his back. His shirt feels damp, he prays no one has noticed. 

“Had a bit too much there, sunny?” An older man snickers, taking a pointed sip of his drink. Anger bubbles up inside Katsuki, his fists clenching at his sides. He opens his mouth to bite back a retort, when the vibrations begin to pulse. His mind goes blank. His words dying on the tip of his tongue. He staggers to the door, ignoring everyone around him. 

“G’night.” He barely manages to say, a hand flying out to grip the handrail on the stairs. 

He pulls himself up, his muscles weak and straining, until he finally reaches the top. His hand presses to the wall, guiding him down the hallway, until he reaches their door. He throws it open, hardly hearing the thud it makes as it crashes into the wall. He kicks it shut, then claws at his shirt, ripping it off. The air feels cool against his sweat-coated skin, and he would sigh in relief if it wasn’t for the constant stimulation ricocheting through his lower stomach. 

He makes quick work of stepping out of his trousers, tossing them to the floor. He leans over the foot of the bed, his elbows resting on the wood as his body trembles uncontrollably. 

A warm hand presses against his back then. He gasps, spinning around, about to push the intruder away, when he comes face to face with dark green eyes, partially hidden by even darker green hair. Izuku. 

Izuku tilts his head, his brows lowering with a sympathetic expression. It borders on pity, and Katsuki feels a twinge of anger roll through him. It gets mixed up with the pleasure shooting through him though, the pulsing vibrations never ceasing, and his words come out weak.

“You fucking-”

“Oh?” Izuku interrupts, his voice dropped sinfully low, stroking a desperate part of Katsuki’s mind. He shudders, his breath catching, as Izuku leans in close. His lips brush against Katsuki’s cheek, his hair tickling Katsuki’s overstimulated skin. Izuku’s voice falls to a whisper. “And here I was thinking you were being such a good boy for me.” 

Katsuki’s head falls forward, a groan tearing from his lips, as his vision flashes white. He cums. Hard. Harder than he thinks he ever has in his life.  His throbbing cock twitches as his release spurts from him in thick ropes, coating his stomach, Izuku’s shirt. His leg muscles give in, causing him to fall. Izuku catches him, effortlessly, then tosses him onto the bed like dead weight. He grins as he swipes a thumb through the cum on his shirt then lifts it to his mouth. His tongue flicks out, tasting Katsuki. 

Katsuki can’t look away. He can barely breathe. Can barely stop shaking.

“Are you still coming?” Izuku asks, voice full of awe. He unbuckles his belt then, unzipping his trousers and pulling his hard length free. Katsuki swallows. “You have to stay really quiet for me, okay, princess?” 

Katsuki’s eyes roll back, a strangled whimper falling from him. He nods, desperately, his legs spreading instinctively, as Izuku climbs onto the bed.