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Shouto cleans his room, again. Then he cleans the living room, and double checks that his father is still away on a late shift, his brother Natsuo is elsewhere and his sister is busy with her own studies. Touya doesn't live with them, so Shouto isn't bothered about him.

None of these tasks ease the anxiety building in his chest. For the first time in forever, the first time in his whole entire life, the very first time a friend will come over to study or play or hangout at his house.

A friend. Shouto's friend. Bakugou Katsuki.

Of course, Bakugou is shy. He doesn't like labels like 'friend.' He wants to calls their relationship an academic rivalry, and that their everything is a competition. That's fine. Shouto is still learning how to socialize, he can wait to reach the friendship milestone.

Shouto knows the first step, the first part of making friends is to have shared time together, alone. So he invited Bakugou to his house to work on their project together. Alone. Hanging out. He is a little eager for this.

His phone beeps with a rare notification. Bakugou is five minutes away. Shouto quickly checks the part of his hair, making sure he is perfectly symmetrical and heads to open the door so that none of his family appears to ruin this moment.

Bakugou is already half way up the driveway, his backpack hanging over his slouching shoulder. His handsome face is a mask of blankness, completely unperturbed by the opulence of Shouto's father's estate.

Shouto lifts his hand in a dorky wave. "Bakugou."

Bakugou's face twists into a sneer. "Princess. Nice digs, very traditional."

The tone sounds slightly insulting but Shouto takes the words at face value. "Thank you. Please come in."

Bakugou rolls his eyes and doesn't say any of the traditional niceties when entering the front entrance. He looks around, Shouto hovering over his shoulder.

Bakugou slants a glance at him, his burning gaze freezing Shouto to the ground. His eyes scrutinize Shouto intently as his heart beats hard in his chest.

"This fancy house have a fancy garden?" Bakugou asks, apropos of nothing.

Shouto nods. There is a garden. "Would you like to sit outside?"

Bakugou grunts affirmatively and Shouto changes direction, leading Bakugou through the house and out the back patio. His family estate is large. The garden is old, as old as the house. Large trees cascade over the ponds filled with colorful fish. Lush, green plants grow in abundance with flowers in bloom. One section is fully Fuyumi's, where she grows fresh vegetables and herbs.

It smells nice. It is peaceful.

Bakugou stalks through the pathway until he comes to the seating area, completely at ease and confident. Shouto follows him and sets out their work on a small table. 

The breeze of the wind soothes the mucky humidity and moisture that's settled on Shouto's skin. The sun is high in the sky, late afternoon warmth burning into his skin.

Bakugou starts to work, reading through the pages. His face is calm, no signs of his usual hot headedness. Shouto nods and picks up his own books, happy with their quiet companionship. The sozu thunks against the rock, a trickling waterfall in the background of their mutual silence. Shouto is very pleased at how well the evening is going. 

The sliding door opens with a soft swish of friction. 

"Hey, little brother." Touya's voice cuts through the air. "Where's everyone?"

Shouto looks up with a frown. Touya slouches into garden, all lanky edges and swirling ink black tattoos. He struts down the stone pathway gracefully, eyes focused on Bakugou.

Shouto glances at his classmate, taking in the line between his brows, the scrunch of his cute nose. "Who the hell is this punk?" Bakugou asks Shouto, confusion plain on his face.

Touya chuckles, eyes dark. "Pretty sure that's my line. My friends call me Dabi."

Shouto rolls his eyes as his older brother blinks one eye in Bakugou's direction in a corny wink. "He is my older brother, Touya. And he was just going to leave, right?"

"Leave?" Touya says, resting one hand on his chest dramatically. "And leave you alone with a strange boy, snuggling romantically under the trees? What kind of a big, protective brother would I be to do that?"

"Go away." Shouto tells him plainly. "Please go away."

Touya laughs obnoxiously and doesn't leave.

"You got a shit load of tattoos for the son of Endeavour." Bakugou points out. "You look like an asshole."

"I am an asshole." Touya agrees. Shouto watches him run one hand over his neck tattoo and up to play with his earrings. "But not because of my tattoos. Maybe it's because of my piercings instead? If you ask nicely I'll show you all of them, baby."

"All of them? What - oh, fuck off!" Bakugou squawks, eyeing Touya and blushing a brilliant red that catches Shouto's interest. "Get lost, creep."

Shouto knows that Bakugou often says things that he doesn't mean, or that he doesn't care how others take his words, or that most of the time, Shouto just plain misunderstands him, but he is pretty sure that Bakugou does want Touya to leave right at this moment. 

Shouto stands up, ready to usher his brother out of the garden. "Come on, Touya. Bakugou and I have school work to do. Fuyumi is in her room, go bother her."

Unsurprisingly, Touya is unmoved. "School work, huh? I remember that excuse. Have you two kissed yet? Or are you still at the hand holding stage?"

"What?" Shouto blinks.

Touya smirks. "Oh, Shouto. Did you not know what it means to have a friend over when daddy is away?"

Shouto racks his brain. He is pretty sure having a friend over means just... having a friend over, even if their father is at work. He glances at the glaring Bakugou, wondering if this is another social misstep of his. 

Bakugou shakes his head at him. "Oh my god, halfie. Your brother thinks we are fucking."

"Oh." Shouto blushes. "Oh! Touya, no. Not yet, we are at the friend stage still."

There's a beat while Bakugou processes this statement. "Not yet?!" 

Shouto nods. "You are very attractive. I'd like to bed you one day but I understand that there are social steps we need to complete before we get to that point. Right?" He turns to his older brother for confirmation.

"Eh, not really actually." Touya says, drawing Shouto under one of his deceptively strong arms. "You see, as long as all participants are technically willing, you are good to go."

Shouto processes this, nodding in understanding. If Shouto doesn't have to be best friends with Bakugou first before touching him intimately... Together, both brothers turn to look at Bakugou, heads tilted in curiosity. 

Bakugou shifts on the bench, his skin a nice pink. "Oh fuck me, this can't seriously be how the afternoon is going to go."

Ignoring his words, Touya walks forward to Bakugou, dragging Shouto with him. His older brother stops in front of the sitting student and leans over, his other hand gently cupping Bakugou's chin and encouraging him to look up at them. Shouto is surprised that Bakugou isn't slapping his hand away. Instead, he seems to freeze, his eyes wide and mouth popped open.

"I can see why my brother invited you over, pretty thing." Touya whispers in the serenity of the garden. "But you know Shouto. He can be a little strange sometimes. Not a lot of experience with other people outside the family... what do you say to me giving him a helping hand with you? Some good ol' fashioned big brotherly advice?"

Bakugou's tongue snakes out of his mouth, licking his lips. The contrast of the soft skin of his cheeks next to the harsh metallic and shiny rings on Touya's fingers in nice to look at. Shouto reaches out as well, his own scarless fingers mirroring his brother's hold on the other side of Bakugou's face.

"Bakugou..." Shouto starts to say before failing back into silence. The pond trickles in the background and a bird chirps. Shouto rubs his thumb over Bakugou's cheek, pressing in gently.

Bakugou shivers and makes no protest. "Fine." He bites out. "What the fuck, why not. Two stupid, sexy Todoroki's hitting on me, I'd be an idiot to say no."

Touya grins darkly. "Smart kid. Alright then, Shouto. We got our permission. Go on and show big brother how you kiss your little friend here."

Listening, Shouto leans down, bringing his face close to Bakugou's. He searches Bakugou's expression for any hesitation but the other boy surprises him by tilting his chin up, pressing their lips together.

Oh. So this is kissing, Shouto realizes.

Bakugou's lips are soft on his. The pressure is interesting and Shouto changes the angle so their noses bump a little bit, and their lips slot nicely enough that Shouto parts his lips in a little mewling sound.

"Good, Shouto." Touya says right in Shouto's ear, his large hand petting over Shouto's hair. "Now slowly add your tongue. You just want to touch gently along your partner's lips, easing your way into his mouth."

Shouto shivers and tries. His tongue touches the wetness of Bakugou's mouth and his whole body feels like a livewire, ready to combust. Bakugou's moan vibrates over his lips. God, if a little tongue is good, then a lot  must be better, right?

Shouto slams his lips harder against Bakugou's, tongue leading the way to lick along his teeth, taste the lingering flavour of tea from his gums. Bakugou gasps, his mouth opening wider for Shouto to enjoy more and more, their voices rising in the garden.

The hand curled in Shouto's hair grabs hard and yanks Shouto forcibly back. The kiss breaks with a loud wet sound. Bakugou tries to chase his kiss but is prevented by Touya's hand still holding his face. 

"Tut tut tut. Shouto, not so fast." Touya says admonishing him. "Try it like this."

Shouto blinks the kiss-drunk glaze away, focusing on how Touya uses his hand to cup Bakugou's jaw. Bakugou glares half-heartedly up at the brothers but the effect is ruined by his red, wet and pouting lips. Touya smirks, keeping intense eye contact with Bakugou as he leans down. His nose bumps purposefully into Bakugou's smooth cheek, their lips glancing past each other before Touya changes direction, kissing the corner of Bakugou's mouth instead.

A tease meant to tease, forcing Bakugou to be in the position where he is waiting, wanting to be kissed by Touya. His whole head seems to yearn for the contact, trying to shift in Touya's hold and get a proper kiss, the kiss that Touya denies Bakugou over and over again as he nuzzles Bakugou, cheek to cheek.

It looks like agony. "Kiss him," Shouto demands. "Don't tease us. Show me how."

Touya nips at Bakugou's cheek. "Say please."

"Please." Shouto breathes out. "Please kiss him, big brother."

Bakugou shivers and leans in as Touya changes his hold to the back of his head, pulling them together. Shouto watches as Touya expertly kisses Bakugou, his snakebite piercings gleaming in the sun as his lips caresses Bakugou's. There's a flash of tongue and Bakugou moans into it, his hands reaching out to paw at the lapels of Touya's leather jacket.

Touya moves while their mouths are still connected, dropping to his knees so he is now pulling Bakugou down to his face, no longer looming over him. Touya's long fingers tap on Bakugou's exposed neck, his clear eyes staring at Shouto, daring him to guess at his intentions.

Shouto slides into the spot next to Bakugou on the bench, curling his taller body against Bakugou's distracted one. Following his brother's direction, Shouto first runs his hot hand over the length of Bakugou's neck. Leaning in, Shouto traces the same path with his tongue. Bakugou makes an invigorating whimper into Touya's mouth and Shouto opens his mouth and bites hard, right on the spot Touya points to.

Bakugou arches up, breaking his kiss with Touya as he yelps, one hand now pressing into Shouto's hair. "Oh, fuck." Bakugou groans, eyes slammed closed. "Shit. Do that again."

Shouto is a good boy and listens, biting in another hard mark on the pale column of Bakugou's throat. Touya kisses his way down too, sucking and nibbling at skin as Bakugou shivers under their combined attention.

Before Shouto realizes it, Bakugou is covered in hickeys, the wet marks glistening. Shouto feels hot, feverish like his quirk is spiraling out of his control. He wants to touch more, so he does, bumping knuckles with his brother as they work to open Bakugou's shirt buttons, exposing his panting chest to the open air.

Shouto hones on the plush, pink nubs of Bakugou's nipples. His brother takes one side in his mouth and Shouto copies him. Bakugou squirms and whimpers as Shouto sucks harshly, watching his brother bite at the other nipple. Shouto closes his eyes, moaning. Having Bakugou's nipple in his mouth, the softness of his skin causes arousal to zap through his body. Shouto opens his mouth wide, engulfing Bakugou's areola and parts of his pecs. Sucking and kneading the flesh, feeling the pebble of Bakugou's hard nub on his tongue - shit, Shouto could live here, spend the rest of the night and even the rest of his life latched on Bakugou's chest.

"Oh, Shouto likes tits eh?" Touya chuckles. "Hey Bakugou, come to my friends business soon, we will get you a cute little piercing for these nipples."

"Fuck off," Bakugou whimpers, his hand roughly grabbing at Shouto's hair hard, forcing his face closer to Bakugou's chest. Shouto goes willingly, one hand wrapping around his back to tilt his body for Shouto to suckle comfortably.

Touya does something that makes Bakugou yelp but Shouto ignores it, stuck in the bliss that is Bakugou's nipple. Shouto focuses on his chosen task, running his free hand to the other pec that Touya carelessly abandoned.

A sound of a zipper being lowered is obnoxiously loud. Shouto realizes that it is Touya pulling out his cock, right in the open where anyone could see if they just looked out into the garden. Shouto stops sucking to let the nipple rest on his tongue. He stares blankly at his big brother's hard cock.

It looks different when hard. When in the baths, their dicks are never hard. Usually it is hanging soft between his legs, shining with his piercings innocently. Now as it stands tall, the piercing at the tip looks intimidating. The ladders that run down his underside are fully visible, thick metal bars that bump up the skin. Shouto's hand reaches out and he uses one finger to curiously poke at the skin distorted by the piercings.

"Yeah, go on. Touch it." Touya encourages, his voice deep and dark.

Shouto trails his fingers over each bar. Wrapping his hand around the base, Shouto notes how interesting it feels against his palm as he strokes all the way up to the tip. Shouto flicks his tongue over Bakugou's trapped nipple as he pinches the half-circle ring protruding from the head of Touya's cock. He tries to wiggle it.

Touya hisses, bucking his hips forward. "Shouto, shit."

Bakugou's hand joins Shouto, fingers rubbing the tip of Touya's cock, both of their hands taking turns stroking it. Shouto glances up to see Bakugou red faced and biting his lips, huffing as he watches Touya's piercings move.

Touya bends forward, kissing Bakugou hard. He whispers something too softly for Shouto to hear and then Bakugou is moving, gracefully sliding off the seat to join his brother on the ground. Shouto mourns the loss of the nipple in his mouth as he curiously watches to see what his brother and friend are planning.

Touya smiles at them, caressing Bakugou's head and pushing it down so that is now at his dick level while Touya remains kneeling. Shouto gasps as Bakugou parts his lips, his cute tongue sliding out and licking the piercing. Pants feeling tighter than ever, Shouto squirms in place.

Long ring adorned fingers, knuckle tattoos and chipped black nail paint hold Touya's cock steady as he slowly feeds it past Bakugou's swollen lips.

Shouto presses his own hands down on his lap, trying to get some relief from the lust burning inside of him. He isn't often jealous of his brother. Shouto is the favored child in a lot of ways, so he holds any jealousy close knowing he does not want to cause his siblings more hardship.

Right now though, Shouto would happily push his brother out of the way and shove his own cock into Bakugou's very wet, very handsome little mouth in half a heartbeat.

Touya's smile mocks Shouto as if he can read his mind. "Stand up, Shouto."

Shouto stands. He knows his face is burning red, possibly steaming, all from the embarrassment of how his cock strains at the front of his slacks. There's a vague sense that this is strange to have his friend suck his brother's cock and get excited over it. Shyly, Shouto covers his bulge with his palms. "Sorry." Shouto says awkwardly.

Bakugou's red eyes make contact with Shouto and he pulls himself back with a wet sound, his spit coating Touya's cock. "Oi, you fine with this, icyhot?"

Touya reaches for Shouto, dragging him forward until Shouto's hips bump the side of Touya's head. "Shouto, my dear sweet little brother. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Touya nuzzles Shouto and with a smirk, takes Shouto's zipper in his teeth and lowers it skillfully. Shouto steadies himself by placing his hands on Touya's shoulder as his pants fall to his knees, cock out in the open air.

"Fuck me," Bakugou groans deeply. "Why the hell is your cock so big?"

Touya hums happily, stroking the cock in question. "Just another thing little Shouto inherited from daddy. Lucky us."

Shouto gasps at the first flick of Touya's tongue around his foreskin. It's hot, hotter than even Shouto's fire side, Touya's biology working to increase the temperature inside his mouth to a scorching degree. Shouto's body responds, increasing his own temperature to match as his hips fly forward, begging for more. Touya stretches his lips wide and sucks Shouto down, the heated metal of Touya's tongue piercing making Shouto's stomach clench in pleasure.

Bakugou whimpers and Shouto redirects his gaze from where his cock breaches his brother's lips down to his friend. Bakugou is staring at Shouto's cock but Touya is multitasking, his hand pulling on Bakugou's hair and forcing his face into his lap. Bakugou isn't protesting at all, gurgling sweetly as Touya smoothly thrusts his hips forward, Bakugou's cheeks bulging with Touya's cock.

"Beautiful," Shouto gasps, the only one whose mouth is empty of cock. Bakugou trembles, throat working to swallow, drool spilling out and covering Touya's undyed pubic hair. A sharp suck makes Shouto's toes curl and he focuses on his brother. "Touya-nii, that feels so good. Ah, ah, your mouth - you are amazing at this, sucking my cock. Big brother, taking such good care of me. Can I move? Can I use your mouth?"

Touya moans, blue eyes sliding shut as he nods.

"Oh yes," Shouto starts to thrust into the hot heat. Touya takes it, lips clamped down in a tunnel for Shouto to enter. His cock rubs over the piercing, pushing Touya's tongue down before hitting the back of his mouth. Shouto eases back and repeats the motion, slowly getting used to the intensity. "Touya, Touya, god. Your mouth."

Bakugou moans below them, begging for Shouto's attention. "Bakugou, are you making my brother feel good too?" Shouto asks him breathlessly. "Please make him feel good. Suck him for me, okay? I bet your mouth is amazing. So wet and a little cold compared to Touya's skin. It's probably soothing, is it good Touya? Moan for me if Bakugou is doing a good job."

There's the wet sounds of lips running over cocks as Touya groans, sucking hard on Shouto's next thrust in. His lips are bright red, stretched and sore around Shouto's big dick. His usually super cool and aloof brother is looking debauched, sweating and choking on Shouto's cock. Shouto watches when Bakugou finally takes Touya all the way down, his throat stuffed full and nose buried in Touya's pubic hair.

The noise Touya makes at that and muffled by Shouto's cock is obcene. Bakugou stays down, his face nearly purple as Touya grinds deep, one tattooed hand grabbing Bakugou's throat, squeezing his neck. Shouto swears as Touya's head flies off his cock to rest against his hip as Touya groans, cumming into Bakugou's throat.

Shouto can't take it, the sight of his brother unloading into Bakugou too much to bear. He grabs his own cock in hand and furiously strokes it, balls clenching as he cums aiming right at his big brother's face. Shouto whimpers as cum paints over Touya's cheeks, the bridge of his nose, dripping into his open mouth and making his lips and skin pearly white. Touya keeps his eyes open and on Shouto's cock as he is covered in his little brother's cum. Touya moans again, smirking proudly and using his tongue to lick the mess from his lips.

"That's so fucking unfair," Bakugou whines, having freed himself from Touya's cock. His voice is shot to hell, raspy and ruined. Another glob of cum is milked out of the tip of Shouto's cock. "I'm the guest, ain't I?"

Bakugou has a furious scowl on his face, his hair messy in a very esthetically pleasing way. Shouto doesn't want him to be upset or feel left out. "Sorry Bakugou."

Touya huffs fondly, pulling Bakugou up off his lap. "Mad your crush came on my face, huh? Clean me up then."

"Fuck you!" With a growl, Bakugou aggressively jumps forward, tongue out like a kitten to lick Touya's face. Shouto's cum collects on Bakugou's tongue and he swallows it down, letting it join his brother's already in Bakugou's stomach. Touya grins up at Shouto as Bakugou cleans him.

"Damn Shouto. You gotta bring your friends around more often. This kid is hilarious."

Bakugou bites meanly at Touya's cheek. "Punk! I'm horny as hell and it's the fault of you stupid Todoroki's."

Ah. That is why Bakugou is so red and flushed and squirming, chest exposed but pants tenting. It is his turn to come. 

"I understand, Bakugou." Shouto says, kneeling down. "Touya, show me how to make Bakugou cum."

"It'd be my pleasure." Touya purrs. 

Bakugou shivers, his nipples distractingly perky. His eyes switch rapidly between Shouto and his brother, as if he is trying to survey the biggest threat. Shouto goes with his first impulse and captures Bakugou's swollen lips in a kiss. He vaguely realizes this is the same place that was stuffed with his brother's cock minutes ago, tongue detecting a strange taste that wasn't there at their first kiss. Bakugou whimpers, pulling Shouto closer, kissing him back hard.

Touya starts narrating as Shouto hears Bakugou's pants unzip. "Good kissing, Shouto. A little gentler, tease him more. A boy like this one needs you to be in control, and that means not giving him everything he wants right away."

Shouto listens, backing off and breathing against Bakugou's lips, letting the cold air from his one side make Bakugou shiver.

"I've undone his pants for you, his cock is right here. He is ready for you, right on the edge. A stiff breeze would make him spill over."

Bakugou whines in embarrassment, "Please, please."

Touya's mouth whispers right into Shouto's ear as he plasters himself to Shouto's back. "Tell him to beg for it."

"Beg." Shouto repeats, lips glancing over Bakugou's and making his spent cock twitch against his thigh, eager for more.

"Fuck," Bakugou groans, eyes sliding shut, his hands reaching out to grab Shouto's biceps in a hard grip. "I want to cum."

"Beg for it. Tell me what you want." Shouto demands. Touya praises him, hand settling hot on Shouto's nape as they both watch tears form in the corner of Bakugou's eyes.

Bakugou curses. "Please, I need to cum. Your hand or mouth, it doesn't matter, just make me cum."

Shouto is overwhelmed with the urge to eat Bakugou, so he bites down hard on the tempting lip, Bakugou moaning, his hands spasming on Shouto's arms. "Touya?" Shouto asks.

Touya kisses Shouto's cheek. "He doesn't care huh? So, should I show you a neat trick?"

"Yes please." Shouto says, not paying attention to Bakugou squirming.

"On your back, kid." Touya says to Bakugou, pushing him away from Shouto with a rough hand. "Let's get those knees spread."

"Oh god," Bakugou huffs out, doing what he is told. "Are you...?"

"Just enough to make you cum, don't worry."

Shouto blinks ready to ask a question only to be distracted by Bakugou sitting bare-assed in his family garden, pants stuck on one leg, shirt unbuttoned and cock hard.

Shouto swallows loudly, eyes taking in all that plus the fact that he has a full visual of Bakugou's asshole. It's pretty and pink, looking impossibly small.

Touya touches it and Bakugou bites back a gasp. His perfect skin shivers with goosebumps.

"Come closer, Shouto." Touya beckons him. "Firstly, we are outside without any handy lube, so spit on your hand."

Shouto shuffles closer, resting one hand on Bakugou's knee gently. His eyes never leave that hole as he spits on his hot hand, instinctively warming it up slightly, already having a good idea about what Touya is going to show him.

Touya grins and sticks his finger in the pile of spit resting on Shouto's palm. He collects a good amount and spreads it around Bakugou's pink hole. Bakugou makes little hiccuping breaths at that, hips twitching.

"Shhh," Touya soothes the both of them, Shouto heart racing in his chest. Touya carefully presses in his pointer finger, the rim of the hole resisting until the finger wins, sinking in a smooth glide.

Shouto shuffles ever closer. Touya moves the finger in and out rhythmically, Bakugou's hole accepting the intrusion easily. Shouto takes his wet hand and brings it to his mouth, gathering enough spit on his tongue that his fingers drip with it. His hand is steady as he touches the hole too, feeling where his brother is burying his finger.

"Gently, Shouto. Next time I push in, we will do it together." Touya advises.

Shouto nods seriously and then he is entering Bakugou's body. The rim is a tight pressure, keeping Shouto's finger pinned to Touya's as they move as one. It's hot and different and Shouto really hopes that one day his cock can go inside too, fuck into Bakugou and cum deep inside.

Bakugou cries out Shouto's hero name and Shouto shoves his finger in harder, wondering if they can squeeze a third.

"Hey, calm down." Touya says easy as anything, slinging his free arm around Shouto's shoulder where they are crouched between Bakugou's knees. "I gotta show you the best part. Here - curl your finger up."

Shouto curls his finger up and Bakugou's whole body shakes, his rim clenching down tight as he gasps. 

"Wow." Shouto exhales. He does the motion again and again, massaging that one spot that makes Bakugou spill out those sexy little noises. 

"So sensitive." Touya purrs, biting Bakugou's thigh. "Can you cum from this?"

Bakugou keens loudly, not able to answer as his cock leaks a steady stream of moisture over his belly.

Touya grins at Shouto's awed expression. "Ha, you gonna suck him off too? He'll go off like a rocket the moment your mouth touches his dick."

Shouto scrambles forward, mouth open and drooling. Bakugou's cock touches his lips and Touya's right - Bakugou makes an insanely good sounding noise before his cum spills along Shouto's tongue. Shouto swallows quickly, not loving the taste but knowing it is polite. He feels Touya remove his hand and he does too, pulling back from Bakugou's cock at the same time.

Shouto smiles, happy at how relaxed and destroyed Bakugou looks. His arm is resting over his eyes, with tear tracks running obviously down his flushed pink cheeks. His lips are swollen, his neck and chest covered in love bites as his cock slowly softens, even as his thighs still tremble. It makes his own cock twitch again, already half hard.

Touya lights up a cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air. He looks happy and relaxed too.

Turning to his brother, Shouto leans forward and kisses him right on the lips as soon as the cigarette moves away. "Thank you."

Touya seems surprised for a minute before he kisses back, tongue piercing teasingly entering Shouto's mouth. He tastes of smoke and heat and hints of Bakugou too. The kiss breaks and Touya pats him on the back. "Fuyumi would praise us for how well we shared, huh?"

Shouto thinks about it. "Maybe we shouldn't tell her about this. I don't think she will be happy about us being naked by her carrots."

Touya laughs loudly, getting up to his feet, zipping up his pants and dusting off his knees. "Right you are. This is our little secret. I'm gonna go wash my face and say hi to my sister. Enjoy the rest of your 'studying.'" 

As easy as he came, Touya saunters away into the house, smoke carelessly wafting behind him.

Shouto stares at the mess left behind as Bakugou lets out a gurgle of satisfaction. He stands up and fixes his own clothes, gathering their school work. 

"Bakugou, would you like to continue in my bedroom?" Shouto offers, enjoying the sight of the guy half-naked but knowing the garden really isn't the best choice of location.

"Urgh." Bakugou mumbles. "Yeah, fine. Fix my pants, icyhot."

Shouto smiles, helping Bakugou get redressed. He is pretty sure that thanks to his brother's help, Shouto and Bakugou are closer to being best friends than ever before. A successful first friend visit that Shouto can celebrate. Now maybe Shouto can convince Bakugou to turn this visit into his first sleepover too.