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Izuku had been clock-watching for the last hour of class. His nervous energy was making it hard to keep still as he tried, and failed, to concentrate on grading his students' papers.

It was the second Friday of the month, which meant it was Shoto’s turn for their weekly date night. He tried glancing at his watch instead, hoping time would go faster that way. 

Five more minutes, then the bell would ring. Katsuki would be waiting outside, in his car, like every Friday. Unless there had been a work related emergency, but so far, Shoto’s date nights had been the only ones that remained free of any IOUs. 

He looked up at his suspiciously quiet class, all their eyes were watching him. Whispers and giggles ping ponged from one side of the room to the other. He felt his face getting warm, realizing he’d been caught…again. 

His head snapped back to the papers. Two left. He could do this. Just two left and he’d have the students come get them, then they would be dismissed. 

Green eyes dashed a look up at the wall clock again, three minutes. Izuku scrambled to review this student's work. He briefly wondered why the handwriting was so sloppy before pushing his hair back in frustration at losing focus. 

His shoulders sagged as his face moved closer to the paper, as if that would help. A small shriek of laughter from the back corner made him jump. Two girls were covering their mouths trying to suppress their laughter. 

His eyes zipped back to the worksheet, he tried channeling the speed he once had with OFA. These papers were important for Monday’s class, he hoped he didn’t miss anything. 

Another look at the wall clock. Less than a minute to go. He read the name at the top, joy spreading through him, giving him a boost of energy. Of course Kota’s would be the last one. His handwriting was so neat and careful. Izuku smiled at the thought it was probably because of working with Eri. 

With seconds to spare, he finished grading the paper. He let out a breath he’d been holding and quickly stood, trying to remain somewhat professional. Izuku really didn’t want to be face down, ass up in front of his students because he’s tripped…again. Gathering up all the worksheets, he moved to stand next to his desk. 

The bell rang, congratulating him like he’d just finished first in a hard fought race. Students lined up in front of him to receive their graded assignments. 

“Please review what’s marked incorrect in preparation for Monday as tomorrow’s a training day!” He called out as he handed the first sheet back. 

“Bye Mr. Midoriya!” Some of the students called as they filled out into the noisy hallway. 

“See you tomorrow!” Izuku called back to a few of them as the line in front of him began to thin out. 

Handing out the graded sheets went smoothly, only a few students teased him about his rush to leave this time. That wasn’t new, they teased him every Friday since they’d found out why and who he would be with. 

As the last student ran out and the room became silent, he quickly shoved his teaching materials and personal items into his yellow bag. He hastened out the door, smoothly avoiding any lingering students. 

A few cheerful waves and goodbyes followed him as he made his way through the halls to the main door. No one stopped him as he picked up his pace and walked down the path from the school to the main road.

Izuku had been stopped only once before on date night. Katsuki had managed to get out a few choice words to the student before Izuku had managed to get his mouth covered.

He’d had to apologize profusely on Katsuki’s behalf to the young girl. Her friends had been with her during the apology, making faces and giggling to themselves. She hadn’t been able to look him in the eye for a whole week, turning bright as a tomato whenever called on.

He found out later, from those same friends of hers, they’d told her why ‘Dynamight’ wanted to get Izuku home fast on Fridays. 

He’d had to apologize for that too.

Arriving at the opened gate, he spied Katsuki waiting in his car. He gave a small wave as the driver's window rolled down. 

“C’mon Izuku, move your ass!” Izuku rushed over to the driver's side window, giving a quick cheek kiss in apology. 

“Sorry, sorry! Had to hand out worksheets today,” he hurried around to the other side, sliding into the front seat, setting his bag on his lap. 

“Yeah, yeah, excuses,” Katsuki leaned over, grabbing his seat belt. 

“I can do it, Kacchan,” Izuku said, but made no move to help. He moved it around the bag and snapped the buckle into place. His kiss from earlier returned before he pulled back. 

“I’m not arguing with you again. We do it my way or you walk home,” beautiful red eyes stared him down, pausing to make sure his threat was taken as a promise, before he huffed and sat all the way back in his seat. 

“Shoto would be very unhappy if you made me walk back,” Izuku replied, fingers drumming on his bag, as Katsuki pulled onto the main road, heading towards home. 

“Nah, he’d be easy to sway to my side, a couple of pleases, a sweetheart or two, and he’d be putty,” he said with a smug shrug. 

As if it really didn’t take that much to get Shoto on your side. Izuku thought it over, and, well, he was right. Shoto would do anything if you asked nicely. Add in his favorite pet names too…

“Did Shoto say what we were doing tonight?” He asked, trying to change subjects to avoid giving Katsuki the win. 

“You know he never does,” they made a turn, stopping at the next traffic light. 

“I just figured I ask, it’s become a habit now,” he stretched his arms out, chest jutting forward, straining the buttons on his dress shirt. He noticed a sliver of red watching him as the light turned. 

Izuku suppressed a shiver as the red moved back to the road. Something in the mood had shifted with that small movement, he could feel it. The rest of the car ride was light chatter about work mixed with moments of intense quiet as they drove to their shared apartment. 

The sun was beginning to set as Katsuki parked and they exited the vehicle. He saw lights were on upstairs, the top floor, meaning Shoto was already home. He hefted his bag over his shoulder, hurrying through the main doors to the brightly lit lobby ahead of Katsuki. 

He bounced at the elevator doors as Katsuki took a place beside him, hands in his pockets. He was trying to play with an air of nonchalance, but his rigid arms and shoulders gave him away. 

“Do you know something I don’t?” He asked, gleaming eyes following Izuku as he bounced. 

“No, just excited to get home! I love date night, ” He chirped as the doors opened and they stepped on. He pressed the button to their floor and as soon as the doors shut, Katsuki grabbed and pressed him up against one of the walls. His bag dug into his shoulder and back, the tips of his feet barely remained on the floor as he was held up by muscled arms. 

The elevator began to move up as hands roughly grabbed at anything they could touch. Fingers dipping under clothes to brush over heating skin. Their mouths slotted smoothly together, pressed and pulled, trying to taste as much of the other as possible. 

Spit gathered quickly between them, making the plush glide easier. Tongues wove together in practiced motion, soft exploration giving way to the wet feel of familiarity. 

Izuku swung his leg up and onto Katsuki’s hip, hoisting himself higher. He let out a high pitched whine as his lower lip was sucked on in response. 

A ding declared they’d made it to their desired floor. Katsuki bent and grabbed under Izuku, fully lifting him up, wrapping both thick thighs around his trim waist. 

Izuku entangled his hands into Katsuki’s hair, gripping and pulling, moving his head the way he wanted. He made a desperate noise, slamming back against the wall beside their door. Izuku was, and not for the last time, glad they’d chosen a full floor apartment for the three of them. 

He withdrew a hand from Katsuki’s mussed hair, pounding loudly on their door. The same hand slithered up, rubbing Katsuki’s soft chest as he sucked harshly on his tongue. A deep groan rumbled in Katsuki’s chest as he bounced Izuku back up, half hard erections rubbing roughly together with the movement. Katsuki’s hand squeezed greedy handfuls of his ass in return. 

Their door opened and Shoto poked his head out. 

“Aw, you started without me? But it’s my date night,” a little hurt in his voice. Katsuki spun them around, crowding Shoto back into the entrance. 

He kicked the door behind him and pulled back with a smack from Izuku’s shiny and swollen mouth. His tongue tried to trail after before catching on, a small smile creeping up. 

“I’ve got some for you too, sweetheart,” came the throaty reply. While keeping one hand under Izuku he used the other to grab the top strap of the adorable cat apron Shoto was wearing and hauled him in. 

Their mouths crashed together as Izuku began to suck and bite at Katsuki’s neck and jaw. Something hard smacked him in the back as Shoto grabbed for purchase to keep from falling over. Katsuki pulled Shoto back slightly, breathing heavy. 

“What the fuck smacked me?” He asked, taking in a deep breath of air. Shoto looked confused as he came back to his senses. 

“Spoon,” he said softly, eyes dreamy, showing Katsuki the wooden spoon he’d been using to stir their dinner. 

“Fuck you’re cute,” he pulled Shoto back in, tongue fighting and winning for space in his mouth. Spit began to slip out from between them, Izuku greedily licking up what could be reached, before they separated only enough to get air.

“Me too!” Izuku called, keeping his legs around Katsuki, he leaned and wrapped both arms around Shoto’s neck, smashing his puffy lips against bright red. 

Katsuki took his chance to begin shucking clothes off, beginning with his shirt. The strength in Izuku’s legs were now the only thing holding himself aloftz With only a few snapped threads, he managed to get it over and off.

He popped a sagging Izuku back up around his waist as he began to unbutton his suit jacket and shirt with the free hand, the other still holding Shoto’s apron. He felt the heels of Izuku’s dress shoes pressing into his back as he worked to kick them off. 

Shoto and Izuku pulled apart again, breathing heavily against each other. Lips brushing lightly, as if trying to continue, hot air mingling between them. 

“C’mon,” Katsuki growled, slipping off his shoes while he took hold of Shoto’s free arm and began to move them to the bedroom. 

“Wait, I’ve got to turn the stove off,” Shoto said, shaking his head as came back to Earth. 

“Hurry up,” Izuku whined, canting his hips up for friction as Katsuki let go of Shoto’s arm. He smacked Shoto’s ass in encouragement as they continued onto the bedroom, resuming their kissing. Making it through the door, Katsuki dropped Izuku onto the large bed with little bounce back, the soft mattress sunk with his weight. 

He bent forward, resting a knee beside Izuku’s hip. Both hands slipped into his open shirt and slid up his back as Izuku spread one leg to make room for Katsuki between his thighs. He began to nose at Izuku’s throat, peppering nips and kisses, Izuku’s warm hands mimicking his. The drag of his nails down Izuku’s back, tugging him closer, earned him an insistent groan. 

Movement rustled the door behind him, and two hands settled on Katsuki’s waistband. 

“You both look so good like this,” Shoto whispered, leaning heavily along Katsuki’s back. 

“Bent over?” Katsuki teased, swaying his hips back against Shoto, who was starting to get hard behind him.

“Under me,” Shoto mouthed between his shoulders, hot and cool hands running up his abs. Katsuki tightened his grip on Izuku as the changes in temperature washed over him, “Do you like being under me, Katsuki?” The breathy question tickled his ear, Shoto’s thumbs running over his nipples. 

A strangled moan tore from Katsuki’s throat as his hips thrust forward into Izuku and he buried his face in his neck. Shoto loved his date nights, Katsuki became so easy to fluster when he let his control drift. 

Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s shoulders and head, “I think he likes that very much, Shoto,” came the gleeful reply. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki spat, flush with embarrassment. Shoto’s fingers slipped below his waistband as Izuku’s moved to the front of Katsuki’s pants, deftly undoing the button and zipper. 

Katsuki moved his leg back to the floor, allowing Shoto to easily work them over his hips. 

“No underwear too, Katsuki? How naughty,” Shoto cooled his right hand, then gave a stinging smack across his ass. Another strangled noise escaped him. 

“Did you like that too, Kacchan?” Izuku teased, trying to shimmy out of his own pants. Katsuki gave a small nod as Shoto finished helping pull Izuku’s underwear, socks, and pants off. 

Izuku began to run his knees up and down Katsuki’s hips and thighs, hands caressing as much flushed skin as he could reach. Scarred fingers dancing down his abdomen, ghosting over Katsuki’s already wet cockhead. Shoto warmed up his left hand and tapped gently against the backs of Katsuki’s thigh, signaling him to put his knees back on the bed. 

Katsuki raised up from his hiding place in Izuku’s neck, face tinged red. He kept one arm around Izuku’s back for comfort, using the other for leverage as he complied with the silent ask. Shoto nudged him forward until he was where he wanted, hovering over Izuku, ass level with Shoto’s chest. 

“Where’s all that confidence from before gone?” Shoto asked, taunting. Hands raised and lowered their temperature as he gently slid up and down thighs, moving between Katsuki and Izuku. 

“Fuck off,” Katsuki said without any bite, missing the subtle changes in Shoto’s body language. 

“That’s not very nice, it is my date night, Katsuki. And you’ve both managed to derail all of my plans. Again. So…who started it?” His tone switched from the light taunt to thinly veiled irritation. The air around them instantly cooling down, indicating the instigator was going to be in big trouble. 

A shared feeling of dread zipped through them as if electrocuted. Neither answered, red and green eyes met in a silent, but shaky, truce. Shoto watched it happen, their body language screaming danger in the silent room.  

Now he’d have to change tactics to get the answer he wanted. Although, having been in this same situation before, he was pretty certain who broke their, fairly new, date night rule. 

“It’s a-alright Shoto-“ Izuku began, voice quivering with nerves. He pointedly looked away from Katsuki, but was cut off. 

“No, Izuku, it’s not alright, you’re teaming up on me,” a little bit of pout in his voice, “And that’s not fair.” Just as he expected, Izuku would be easier to break today. 

“No, Shoto, oh don’t be sad,” Izuku used a free hand to reach for him. One of Shoto’s hands met his in the middle, lacing their fingers, “It was me, I’m sorry! So sorry. I just…got too excited!” Predictably, he always caved too fast. 

“You know you’re a bad liar, Izuku,” Shoto replied, squeezing his hand. His victory secured. He saw Katsuki tense up, knowing he’d been caught and preparing for another smack or worse, “Punishment wasn’t originally part of date night, but I can work it in. Don’t move.” He gave Katsuki an unexpectedly light smack and walked over to the bedside table. 

Hesitant, but interested, eyes followed him as he dug through the second drawer, pulling two bottles out. One looked like the lube they usually used, but the other looked new. 

They shared another look between them, trying to see if the other knew what it was. A head shake, a shrug in return, neither recognized the bottle, it was small and the label looked to be missing…or purposefully removed. 

As Shoto made his way back around and behind Katsuki, he stripped himself of his button up shirt, but not the apron. He’d need the apron to hold the bottle so it was within his reach only. 

“Here Katsuki, for Izuku,” he said, handing the half empty bottle over. Katsuki didn’t take his eyes from the smaller bottle. 

“And that one?” He asked, motioning to it with his chin, tone suspicious. 

“That’s my business,” he turned Katsuki’s shoulders and pushed him forward. Whoever’s date night it was, usually ended up in charge. And Shoto liked to be in charge this way, but only once or twice a month. 

Izuku scooted up a little to give Katsuki more room on the bed. He glanced back at Shoto, still unsure, who crossed his arms. 

They stared at each other, Izuku’s hands running along Katsuki’s arms and shoulders, trying to cajole him into giving in. Katsuki huffed once in resignation, then uncapped the bottle in his hand. 

“Good boy,” Shoto whispered, causing Katsuki to squirt out more lube than what he wanted. 

“Aw fuck,” Katsuki made a disgusted face but coated his fingers, the cool liquid warming quickly. He glanced one more time at Shoto, eyes wary, as Izuku squirmed in anticipation excitedly below him. 

“C’mon Kacchan,” he said sweetly, taking his dripping hand and moving it down to where he wanted to be touched. 

“Yeah,” he replied, a little nervousness gracing his brow, slowly rubbing his middle finger around Izuku’s hole, barely sinking his finger pad at the entrance. Katsuki bent down and began to kiss an eager Izuku again as the first finger slipped inside. 

Izuku let out a happy sigh as Katsuki’s finger gave a hard drag against his walls as he moved it in and out. Shoto slipped out of his pants as he watched Izuku’s hips give small jerks as a second finger slid easily in. 

Shoto rested his hands on Katsuki's hips, who stilled his hand, a tremor of trepidation shot up his spine. 

“Kacchan,” Izuku whined, trying to rock Katsuki’s fingers to keep moving. His hands moved down, gathering precum from them both before he began to stroke them, wanting more. 

Shoto smiled when he heard Izuku’s high pitched moans start up again. He slowly began making circles with his thumbs in Katsuki’s skin, making his way to his unoccupied hole. 

He gently spread tight cheeks and leaned forward, licking just enough to leave a thin wet stripe. Katsuki didn’t bottom often, in fact, he only seemed to bottom if it was Shoto’s date night. 

He cooled down the left side of his tongue, and right before it hit freezing, ran it from Katsuki’s balls all the way up to his hole before pushing in. 

It was music to Shoto’s ears, the most beautiful wail of a moan shook through Katsuki, his hole clenching tight around his tongue. 

“S-Shoto?” Izuku asked, voice hitched in confusion, trying to look over Katsuki’s shoulder. 

“Hmmhm, fucking fuck that’s cold,” Katsuki grit out. Shoto cooled down his tongue again, moving it further inside. Katsuki began to shake under him, fingers from his free hand gripping tight into the bedsheet. He brought his left hand up and slipped in a cool finger alongside his retreating tongue. 

“How’s he doing Izuku?” Shoto asked, pulling his tongue all the way out, but leaving his finger inside, twirling it in a circle at the knuckle. 

“He looks so p-pretty from here,” Izuku replied, wiping hands across the sheet before using them to run over Katsuki’s face, moving hair back from his eyes. 

“How many fingers does he have in you?” Shoto could already see how many, but wanted to hear Izuku say it.

“Four,” came the breathy reply from Katsuki. 

“Good,” he withdrew his finger from Katsuki, earning him a hiss of displeasure, “Be patient Katsuki, you’ll get yours. Now scoot up some more.” 

“How far?” Katsuki muttered and looked back. His face was slightly red and his eyes were shining wet already. Izuku was right, he did look pretty. 

“Just a little,” Shoto watched him scoot his knees a little higher, bracketing Izuku’s chest now. Shoto wrapped his hands around Izuku’s ankles and pulled him so his ass was just barely off the bed. 

It earned him a startled gasp as Izuku barely managed to straighten his arms so as not to smack into Katsuki’s knees. But now, Katsuki’s cock was even with Izuku’s mouth. 

Izuku didn’t need to be asked and immediately began to lick at it, a hand wrapping around. He began working the tip, letting his tongue encircle the soft skin where the head and shaft met. Shoto could tell Katsuki was biting his lip due to how his moans came out stifled. He lifted and straightened Izuku’s legs to rest against his chest. 

Shoto pulled the small bottle from his apron, popped the cap, and stroked a very small amount along himself. He placed the bottle safely back in his apron before adjusting it so it wouldn’t get caught and leaned forward, guiding his dick into Izuku’s very wet hole. 

A thick moan choked out from Izuku as he pushed in, he noticed almost all of Katsuki was now in his mouth.

“Shit, Izuku,” Katsuki groaned as Izuku bobbed deeper, humming along the way as Shoto effortlessly bottomed out. He waited a moment, in case Izuku needed to adjust, before pulling back until just the head was inside. 

The soft ring of muscle stretched wide around his girth. Appreciation rose within him at how well Izuku took him, admiration taking over at the sight as it constricted when slowly pushed back in, beginning to feel out the rhythm he wanted. 

He heard gagging and looked up to see all of Katsuki down Izuku’s bulging throat. With one hand digging in Katsuki’s hip, the fingers from Izuku’s other hand wiped at the drool sliding down his chin and moved to Katsuki’s entrance, using the wetness to begin teasing it to open. 

“He can’t come, Izuku,” Shoto said, serting a slow and easy pace to start. Experience had taught him Katsuki would, and had, come very quickly like that before. 

Red eyes glared angrily back at him as Izuku’s throat released its grip. He watched Izuku take a few deep breaths before beginning to lick at the tip only, hand moving from his hip to barely stroking along Katsuki’s shaft. The other hand switching between his first two fingers at Katsuki’s entrance, barely going to the first knobbled joint. 

“Why the fuck not?” He yelled, tears beginning to form on his lashes, anxious uncertainty on his face as he looked between Izuku and Shoto. 

“You’re being punished Katsuki,” Shoto stated firmly, beginning to pick up his pace, “Now lean back for me and I’ll help open you up more.” 

Katsuki didn’t move at first, as if weighing his options on being a brat or not, Izuku doing his best to not distract him, but also not stopping the small ministrations. 

Shoto waited patiently, hands moving up Izuku’s legs to hold him just below his knees. Coming to a decision he nodded, Izuku removed his fingers completely, and shuffled back slightly, enough so that when Shoto leaned forward, they met in the middle. 

Izuku made a sound of discomfort as he was being pressed further in half when Shoto leaned in. He pulled back slightly, maneuvering Izuku’s legs around his waist and hips instead. Ankles locked securely behind him.

“Shoto…are you using your quirk?” Izuku asked, leaning back, face flush as he pulled off of Katsuki completely, content with just stroking. 

“Why? Does it feel bad?” Shoto began to slow down. He’d tried this new lube on himself, in both small and large amounts, to make sure it wouldn’t hurt his boyfriends. It had felt better than usual, especially when using a lot, almost mimicking the hot side of his quirk.

Izuku’s knees snapped tighter around his waist, pulling him back, “No! It feels good, I like it! Don’t stop.” 

“Oh, that’s good then,” he picked up his thrusting again, trying to go deeper, the way Izuku liked it. Sweet moans spilled from Izuku’s mouth with every snap of his hips. Izuku’s hands had stopped stroking Katsuki, but with how Shoto was thrusting, it still gave stimulation as it pushed him back and forth on the bed. 

Katsuki, face sulking, turned so he could look back at Shoto, “Don’t forget about me, damnit, you said…”

“I’m sorry, you’re right,” Shoto pulled the lube back out, dripping enough to thinly coat the fingers on his left hand. He wanted to keep a ruse going a little longer. 

Gently, he slid a finger past Katsuki’s ring, the lube, and heat from his hand, giving just enough relief to make any burn pleasurable for him. Katsuki pressed his lips together in a tight line as Shoto moved to loosen him up. Every time he’d bottomed before, he would talk about how he liked the feeling of the burn when he was stretched. 

Shoto added another finger, trying to easily, but quickly, ready Katsuki. He changed the angle of his hips, the way Izuku liked, just barely grazing his prostate. 

“Sh-Shoto, s’g-good” Izuku whined, little twitches with each pass. Watching Katsuki’s face closely, Shoto added a third finger, receiving a whimper in response. He tightened up then relaxed into the feel of Shoto’s fingers spreading him wide.

“Your fingers are warmer than usual,” Katsuki sighed, beginning to really enjoy the feeling of Shoto inside him, his body moving with the give and take. 

“Shoto, Shoto, gonna come,” Izuku gasped, a few tears rolling down his cheeks in surprise. As he began to clench around him, Shoto immediately stopped, hips flush against his ass, “No, no, no, don’t stop!” 

“We can’t have you come too soon, Izuku,” Shoto chided, withdrawing his fingers from Katsuki, earning him a grumble. He determined he was ready, the way they liked, “Trust me.” 

He grabbed Katsuki’s tiny waist, moving him back so he was hovering over Izuku. Green eyes widened at the sight. 

“Yes! Yes, please yes!” Izuku cried in joy, desire to cum seemingly forgotten. As if magnetized, his fingers flew to Katsuki’s waist, ready to shove himself deep. 

“Slow down Izuku,” Shoto said calmly, inwardly pleased at how excited he was, “Are you ready, Katsuki?” He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Katsuki’s broad mid-back.

“Don’t fucking baby me, just do it,” He snapped with false bravado, hands automatically moving to Izuku’s shoulders. 

“I’ll help you, hand me the lube again Izuku,” Shoto said and Izuku looked around his head, spotting the forgotten bottle, he grabbed it and handed it impatiently to Shoto. He poured out a generous amount, the bottle almost empty, coating all of Izuku’s length so that it ran down over his balls. 

“Cold…” he whined, hands kneading hard into Katsuki. 

Shoto stroked him a few times, then moved his lubed hand to Katsuki, rubbing what was left along and around his puffy ring. He had an idea and slid out of Izuku enough so just the tip of him was still inside. 

They shared a look, communicating with eyes and brows, both coming to the same conclusion. 

“Wait, fuck wait-“ Katsuki tried when he saw what was passing between them, but it was too late. Both of them slammed home at the same time and a chorus of pleasure shook throughout the apartment. 

A shocked, pitiful whine slipped from between Katsuki’s agape mouth, the momentum of two seasoned heroes barreling into him forcing his soul out and all senses to go offline. His bones rattled within him as toes curled tight. 

Hands dug deep purple bruises into Izuku’s shoulders as the rest of Katsuki clenched around him. No one moved, Izuku took a shaky breath as heat scorched his cock. 

He pet over Katsuki’s thighs, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. Concern began to take over as Katsuki remained tight, afraid he was going to snap his dick in half if he didn’t ease up. 

Shoto gave an experimental rock of hips, jostling Izuku and sending Katsuki’s soul back into his body. He sucked in harshly, pupils dilating so only a faint trace of red remained. Tears collected and spilled over like a dam had broken, a low, whispered groan reached their ears. 

“Kacchan?” Izuku asked nervously, getting caught up in the moment and afraid they’d gone too far. He ran his hands in a soothing way up his chest, holding under his wet jaw. 

“M-move asshole,” came the angry whine as he, finally, loosened his grip from around Izuku’s dick. 

“Move?” Izuku parroted in confusion, relief on his face. Katsuki bent all the way forward, arms thread under his neck and lips ghosted across Izuku’s as wide eyes swiveled to look back at Shoto. 

“Move. Now. Want it.” Katsuki demanded, wiggling his hips.

“Ask me nicely. It’s date night,” Shoto reminded him, giving a stinging smack to Katsuki’s ass. He saw the pout return and his face reddened. 

“Please Kacchan?” Izuku begged, nuzzling against him, small kisses working their way up his face. 

“Fine,” then huffed, “Will you, please, move it asshole?” 

“Of course Katsuki, that was very nice,” Shoto teased while hefting Izuku’s knees up into the crook of his arms. Both men made similar noises of confusion as they were shifted back and up. He planted his feet, adjusted his stance, and gave a testing thrust. 

He did it again, watching closely, gauging how much force he’d need. Curious and intense eyes watched as hands tried to find something to hold onto. Moving restlessly between skin, sticky hair, and the rumpled up sheets under Izuku. 

Satisfied, he rocked back on his heels, pulling halfway out of Izuku and paused. He tightened his focus on where they were connected, then drove himself back in. 

The resounding slap rang in his ears, followed quickly by two loud gasps of surprise as he set a grueling pace. His hands gripped tightly around Izuku’s thighs as he held him in place. Every thrust bouncing Katsuki up with the momentum.

A cacophony of moans, grunts, and explicatives, courtesy of Katsuki, mixed together in the air. Katsuki’s arms fought to stay around Izuku’s shoulders as he was jostled in place. 

Shoto watched Izuku’s hands scramble down and grip tight into the meat of Katsuki’s ass. He tried to match Shoto’s rhythm, helping to move Katsuki up and down. Earning him loud praise.

“Izuku, there, shit r-right there!” 

“I’m try-trying Kacchan!” 

“Good?” Shoto asked, lightly panting from the effort, already knowing the answer by the responding sounds and hazy eyes. 

Each punctuating thrust caused their weight to swing back, driving Shoto deep into Izuku as he came back down with a sharp clap. 

“S-Shoto…” Izuku tried, eyes and mouth thrown open, tears and saliva running heavy tracks down his strawberry red face. 

“Yes…Izuku?” Shoto asked between thrusts. 

“Ooooooooooooooh,” he howled, slamming Katsuki down particularly hard that time. 

Something sounding like ‘good’ and ‘close’ gurgled from Katsuki. 

“C-close,” Izuku agreed, legs hanging uselessly in the air, working to thrust up. Shoto slowed down his bruising pace which caused Katsuki’s movement to completely stop.

“NO!” He screamed, sitting as straight as the angle would allow, “Shoto!” 

Shoto continued to lazily move back and forth, face unimpressed, chest quickly rising and falling. 

“What Katsuki?” He asked innocently, eyes reflecting the opposite. Izuku had, unfortunately, become collateral damage at this point and whined as his own orgasm was, again, staved off. Although not the instigator, some punishment was in order for being complicit with Katsuki. 

“No fair Shoto,” he mumbled, hand loosely slapping at Shoto’s, hands still clamped around Izuku’s thighs. 

“I…I asked nicely,” Katsuki fussed, genuine confusion replacing the anger on his face. 

“You did, but this is the second time you’ve usurped my date night,” he gave one sharp thrust, then continued his lazy pace, “Are you going to do it again?” 

“No!” Katsuki said, a little too quickly, shock on his face. 

“I don’t know, that didn’t seem sincere to me,” another sharp thrust. 

“Stop that!” Katsuki cried out, face hot, the angle didn’t give much for him to work with as he tried rolling his hips. Izuku could do nothing to mediate, trapped between Katsuki’s heavy weight, the bed, and Shoto’s grip. 

“Hm, I dunno Katsuki…you could always get up,” Shoto suggested, acting just as hard headed as Katsuki when he wanted something his way. 

Grey, blue, and red eyes locked in a battle of wills, Izuku hanging on by threads, the stimulation just enough to keep him on the edge without pushing him over. 

“Kacchan,” he whined, teetering on overstimulation, “Shoto, please.” He lowered Izuku back down, Katsuki's knees touching the bed, and pulled out completely. A miserable little noise came from Izuku. 

They’d been together long enough to recognize what each of their noises meant. Hearing Izuku’s, Shoto was probably toeing the line of ‘too mean’ by building them up in this way and then pulling it away. If it did become too much, they would let the other know. 

He’d been very excited about this date night and he wanted it cemented that this couldn’t and wouldn’t happen again. Shoto wasn’t angry, he knew they didn’t do it on purpose, he knew that. But this was two times too many. 

Then Shoto got an idea.

“Here Katsuki,” feigning graciousness, he put his hands under Katsuki’s thighs. He moved to lift him off of Izuku, both groaning until Katsuki was back up on all fours. Surprisingly to Shoto, he didn’t try to put up a fight at being moved, “If you really are sorry and promise not do it again…” he took him by the waist and, without warning, flipped him onto his back beside Izuku, “I’ll let you, both, cum this time.” 

The air whooshed from Katsuki as he landed on his back, wide eyes regarded Shoto with shocked offense. Shoto leaned forward, smirking back at him, knowing he didn’t appreciate being manhandled unless there was ‘cock in someone’s ass’ involved. 

He grasped Izuku’s hands in his own and pulled him up so he was sitting. He tilted his head cutely to the side, but didn’t argue as Shoto helped move him so he was now over Katsuki, flipping their earlier positions. 

Shoto pulled out his bottle of lube from the apron, and the need for it over, slipped it off. He poured a generous amount from the bottle in and onto his left hand.

“What is that?” Izuku asked, face concentrated, some of the sex fog clearing from his mind as the wheels began to turn. 

“It was something I’d wanted to try for date night,” he pressed three fingers into Katsuki, working the lube in as deep as his fingers would go. He received a bitten off hiss in return they moved roughly inside him. 

“Right, but what is it?” Katsuki asked, unhappy with being kept in the dark. Shoto withdrew his fingers, then slathered them up one more time and began to stroke Katsuki. 

“You’ll see,” Shoto finished with a borderline mean smile, leaving Katsuki’s lower half very wet and shiny. 

“I don’t like it,” the pout deepened on Katsuki’s face as Izuku took each hand and interlocked their fingers. Shoto used the residual to stroke himself back to fully erect. 

Izuku readjusted his legs, one bent up the other on the bed, “Ready Kacchan?” A big smile on his cute face. Izuku’s favorite position was to ride. 

“Yeah, whatever,” he sighed, giving in. He wanted to cum. 

Izuku wiggled back, catching the head of Katsuki’s cock on his rim. Shoto gently pushed it forward and it slid easily into Izuku. He began an easy ride to start, waiting to see what Shoto was going to do. 

Shoto took hold under Katsuki’s knees, hiking them up and back towards his shoulders, earning him a grunt. He looked down to line himself up with Katsuki’s begging hole. He took a moment to appreciate how pretty it looked, being slightly swollen gave it a pretty blush of  reds. 

The lube made it shine, reminding him of Katsuki’s eyes when he held back tears. He teased his tip against the opening, it clenched tight trying to catch and suck him in. 

He glanced up, Izuku’s head was thrown back, breathy moans pitching higher every time he came down, mixing with Katsuki’s own. The pink on cheeks slowly spread down his neck as he worked hard, his knuckles white as he held tight to Katsuki’s own.

He slipped a little of himself in, the wet squelch making him shiver. He could already feel Katsuki's internal temperature rising. 

Katsuki was biting his lip, a mixture of pleasure and confusion pulling his eyebrows together. Just like he’d mused about his lovely entrance, his red eyes were holding onto glittering tears. He let more of himself be sucked in, the tingle from the lube starting to work itself over him. 

“Kacchan, Kacchan,” Izuku called, “Do-do you feel that?” 

“Hnn, yeah, what the hell, Shoto?” Katsuki asked, a few tears finally falling as all of him was swallowed inside. Control beginning to slip as the searing hot heat inside Katsuki continued to rise, “Why’s it hot?” 

“It’s a new Quirk-made lube Kaminari couldn’t stop talking about,” Shoto sighed as he began to move, trying to match Izuku’s pace. When he went down, Shoto pulled out so Katsuki was receiving constant stimulation. 

“Fuck, not Dunce Face!” Katsuki’s hips jerked from Shoto, only to bury himself deeper in Izuku, “It’s…it’s so much! Please…” More tears decorated Katsuki’s face like stars. 

Neither Shoto or Izuku slowed down, energy matching as Katsuki writhed below. 

“Oh, that was an adorable please Katsuki,” Shoto said, heart swelling at how beautiful they both looked like this. 

“Does it hurt Kacchan?” Izuku asked, slightly slowing down, rolling his hips as he sat flush with Katsuki. Shoto continued to match Izuku, slowing down.

“Don’t fucking slow down!” An upset wail exploded from Katsuki, “I want it, keep going!” He jerked a leg free from Shoto’s grip and swung it around, catching Shoto hard in the back and yanking him forward. 

“Don’t be a brat Katsuki,” Shoto shoved his leg back into place, but refused to move again. 

“I need, one of you fuckers, to move!” Little pops began going off around Katsuki’s hands and feet. 

Shoto, anger flaring, immediately pulled out. 

“Fucking hell, I feel like I’m going crazy, m’right there damnit. Put it back, don’t stop!” 

Izuku looked back at Shoto, unsure if he should keep going. His hands still held tight to Katsuki’s, refusing to let him go as he squirmed. 

Then Shoto got an idea. An awful idea. Shoto got a wonderful, awful idea.

If he wanted to be a brat, fine then. 

“Go ahead, Izuku, let’s give Katsuki what he wants,” Shoto said, voice cool. 

Izuku nodded and began to bounce hard again, using both legs this time.

“Yes! Yes, like that Izuku,” Katsuki exploded with relief, “Shoto, c’mon sweetheart, please,” his voice warbling as he was driven quickly back to the precipice. 

Shoto placed his left hand on Katsuki’s knee, with the other he began to form an ice replica of his dick. 

“Ok Katsuki,” he said, voice sweet. He let his left hand travel down, using his thumb to pull a cheek away, exposing his hole to the air. It again clenched as if trying to entice something to slip in, “Don’t stop, Izuku, no matter what.” 

He saw Izuku’s head bob, lost in pleasure, and in a smooth motion shoved the entire crystal clear ice dildo into Katsuki. 

Surprised red eyes dilated to pin points, muscles contracted, back arching from the bed. Katsuki’s mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out. 

“K-Kacchan?” Izuku asked, dazed, “Are you cumming? It feels like you are.” 

Shoto realized might’ve gone too far this time, but it was too late to back down now. He set to pulling it out and in, working Katsuki thought his orgasm. The heat from inside Katsuki in addition to the lube caused it to quickly melt. The water soaked into the sheets as it trickled down. 

Izuku looked back at Shoto, confused, but still bouncing like he’d been told. 

“What’s wrong?” Shoto asked, leaning forward and looking from Katsuki’s still form to Izuku’s troubled face.

“I’m pretty sure he came but he’s still really hard,” Izuku said, a little tremble in his voice, “And he’s, uh, not moving.” 

“Katsuki?” Shoto asked, rubbing his legs. He was still breathing, he could see the tiniest bit of movement in his chest. 

“Kacchan?” Izuku slipped his hands free of Katsuki’s still clenched ones, leaning forward and tapped on his frozen face, expression euphoric. He tapped harder when there was no response, using both hands, “Kacchan!?” 

Channeling enough strength so as only to bruise a little, he pulled both hands back then brought them down against Katsuki’s cheeks with a loud smack. 

Katsuki blinked hard, pupils swelling back to normal and his eyes fixated between them. A soft noise of acknowledgment rose out of Katsuki’s throat. 

“Y-you…you’re b-both…ass-assholes,” Katsuki managed, finding the barest trace of his voice. 

“Kacchan! Are you alright? I don’t understand what happened,” Izuku said, eyes big, looking between Katsuki and Shoto, still gripping tight to his face. 

“I may have lost my temper and…shoved a dildo made of ice that was shaped like my dick…inside him,” Shoto said, crossing his arms. 

“F-fucker,” Katsuki whispered, more of his voice coming back. He shifted himself up to his elbows, Izuku’s hands lowering into his lap. He continued to look between them, open mouthed. His wide vocabulary eluded him. 

“Was it good?” Shoto asked, anxiety beginning to creep in, “You looked like you died.” 

“Felt like it too, somewhat the same, yet very different from last time,” his head moved side to side as if considering, “But that was also the best I’ve ever come. I’m even still hard! Let’s keep going, you two still gotta cum.” He flopped back and, as if re-energized, slipped his hands under Izuku’s plush cheeks and grabbed Shoto with his legs, tugging him forward. 

“Wait, shouldn’t we, I don’t know, call a doctor?” Izuku’s voice was heavy with worry as he tried to move Katsuki’s hands from under him, “You just said you felt like you died!” 

“Nah, now stop being a Deku and bounce,” Katsuki demanded, trying to encourage Izuku to raise up and get going. 

“Shoto?” Izuku looked back at him, face begging for someone with sense to intervene. 

Shoto mulled it over, Katsuki seemed fine, was acting fine, better even, and he did want to still cum, preferably inside Katsuki. He, instead, gave Izuku a quick kiss.

“If Katsuki says he’s alright to keep going, then he’s alright. We can always take it slow.” 

“We’re really going to just keep going? Like that didn’t just happen?” Izuku’s voice incredulous. 

“Yup, now hop to it bunny boy,” Katsuki smacked his ass, red eyes bright with excitement. An almost feral smile on his face. He looked like he was going into a fight he knew he’d already won. 

It reminded Izuku too much of how he looked after literally coming back from death’s door. Shoto kissed him again, hands moving to Izuku’s elbows to start moving him. 

“Alright, ok, slow down Shoto-” Izuku tried, he pulled his arms free and pointed, “We’re unpacking this later.” Katsuki shrugged like he didn’t care one way or the other. 

“Katsuki doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean,” Shoto pushed back the wet hair from his forehead and kissed it. 

Shoto was right, Katsuki didn’t say things he didn’t mean. Izuku felt Katsuki wrap his hand around him and start a fast pace to get him erect and going again. Pleasure began to well up in him as Katsuki rapidly went from base to tip, circling the head with his thumb.

Shoto grabbed the regular lube this time, the ice dildo having thinned out the other he’d used. He squirted what was left onto his palm, then swiped it along himself. Once coated, he didn’t hesitate and shoved back into Katsuki, appreciation spilling from Katsuki’s mouth. 

“That’s real good, Shoto. Want it harder.” 

Even though it had thinned, there were still pockets of warmth as he thrust in and out. He put his hands on Katsuki’s lower hips for a hold as Izuku sighed and whined at Katsuki's hand touching him, earlier worry fading. 

“Katsuki, I should’ve told you before, but you feel so good. You’ve taken everything I gave you so perfectly today.” Despite some brat moments, he had taken everything Shoto had given to him. 

“Kacchan’s the best,” Izuku replied on an exhale, starting to move up and down him again. Katsuki’s hands slotted under him, providing support. 

“M’not gonna last like this. I was already ready to blow again.” From Shoto’s spot, it looked like Katsuki was doing almost if not all of the work raising and lowering Izuku. 

He saw Katsuki’s cum trickling out of Izuku’s spread hole as they moved. It looked so good, the swollen rim tightening and squeezing every time he reached the root of Katsuki’s cock and was lifted up. 

“Good good, come, please, please Kacchan,” Izuku babbled, continuing to beg for it, “Yes yes yes, there.” Gladly letting himself be used like a sleeve for Katsuki’s pleasure, muscles weary. 

“Keep talking,” Shoto ordered, getting close himself. He loved hearing Katsuki and Izuku begging and pushing each other closer to the edge. 

“Shoto, can you do that thing from-from earlier? Please?” Izuku whimpered, head rolling back to look at him. Katsuki squeezed down on him in response, as if already knowing what Izuku wanted from Shoto.  

“What thing? We’ve done a lot of things today,” Shoto smirked like Katsuki would. 

“He wants you to bounce us again,” Katsuki laughed out. 

“Of course,” surprise in his voice, and while keeping his rhythm, quickly slipped his arms under Katsuki’s knees. Izuku scrambled low to grab hold of Katsuki as they were lifted up. Like before, Shoto centered himself and on the next thrust began to drive into them hard.  

“Yes, that, love this, it’s my new favorite,” Izuku mewled, eyes closed tight, holding under wide arms. His lips found the skin on Katsuki’s chest and bit hard, drawing a pained cry that turned into a pleasurable groan. 

Shoto tried to angle himself so that he smashed into Katsuki’s prostate every time he swung back down. 

“Shoto, there, right there. Please, please, PLEASE sweetheart, don’t stop this time!” Katsuki begged, nails cutting into Izuku’s back as he held him. 

“This is nice, when you both beg,” Shoto said smiling, panting hard. 

“G-gonna-,” Izuku barely managed before biting again, cum bursting in thick pulses, smearing along himself and Katsuki where they were pressed together. 

Shoto didn’t slow down as he watched pleasure wash over Izuku in waves as he rode it out. The sight nudging him ever closer. 

“Shit, Izuku, that’s it,” Katsuki said, tucking Izuku closer, “You’re so tight!” A loud roar tore from his throat, he slammed Izuku down, and Shoto could feel Katsuki shake and constrict around him as he came deep and hard. 

Izuku whimpered loudly as Katsuki’s cock pulsed inside him, hot cum filling him further.  

Shoto was right there, he lowered Katsuki’s legs a little and leaned forward. He dug hot and cold hands into the bed, quirk flaring, and looked down at his two favorite people. 

They looked back at him with expectant, lidded eyes, wet and blissed out. It hit him like a punch to the gut. Every muscle went taught and he exploded on a thrust into Katsuki. He gave a few shallow thrusts, then pulled out and stroked himself over where they’d all just been connected. . 

His cum mixed with theirs, just the way he liked it. 

He sagged forward, legs jelly and energy spent. He tried to find a spot that wasn’t too wet as he rolled onto the bed, beside Katsuki. No one said anything, only the sound of heavy breathing as they came down from each respective rush. 

Shoto took Katsuki’s hand, pulling it to his chest and closed his eyes. Izuku’s hand brushed the hair off of his face, mixing the already mused colors together. 

“Who…wants to start the shower?” Izuku asked, but didn’t move to get up. 

“Not it,” Shoto sighed, sinking further into the bed, body tired. 

“I’ll get it,” Katsuki pulled his hand back and kissed the top of Izuku’s head then leaned over and did the same to Shoto, “Be back in five. No sleeping, it’s still date night, right?” 

Izuku whined and grumbled, rolling over to cuddle Shoto. He wondered if these sheets could be saved or if they’d have to be burned…again. 

“Where’d his energy come from?” Shoto asked, not expecting a real answer. 

“Kacchan’s mean, he knows it’s nap time,” Izuku rubbed his face into Shoto’s chest like he wanted to bury himself inside. 

“But I made dinner,” Shoto said, running his hand through Izuku’s very damp hair, baby hairs curling around his face. He heard the shower start. 

“Soba?” Izuku teased looking up at him. 

“What else would we have for my date night?” Shoto asked, eliciting a genuine laugh from Izuku. Katsuki came back, stopping at the edge of the bed. 

“C’mon, you’re both gross and I’m hungry,” he bent down and scooped Shoto up. 

“Oh?” Shoto whispered, arms wrapping around Katsuki’s shoulders. 

“I wanna be carried too!” Izuku cried while sitting up. 

“It’s not your date night,” Katsuki said matter-of-factly over Shoto’s shoulder as he turned to the door. 

“I guess that’s fair…” then Izuku’s feet were following behind. 

“I love date night,” Shoto said, rubbing his cheek against Katsuki’s. 

Around 7am The Next Morning:

A hacking cough in his ear woke Izuku before his alarm could. He opened sleepy eyes to see Katsuki coughing into his arm. 

“Kacchan? You sick?” He asked, patting his shoulder. They were alone in the bed, and he heard Shoto’s footsteps coming down the hallway. 

He scooted over to Katsuki, feeling his forehead against his own. He always ran warmer than most, but he could feel a fever was definitely brewing. Shoto came back into the bedroom holding a light blue popsicle. 

“We’re out of honey tea, Katsuki, but we still have popsicles,” he tried handing it to him, “For your throat.” 

Angry red eyes squinted at the popsicle as if it had afronted him then back at Shoto, “You think you’re funny?” 

“What do you mean?” He asked, face innocent, genuinely confused as he looked to Izuku for clarification.

“First you make me sick,” he stopped to cough, “Then you taunt me with food that looks like the thing you used that made me sick.” 

It seemed to click at the same time for both of them, Izuku covered his face and Shoto looked chastised. 

“Katsuki-“

“Kacchan-“ 

Katsuki huffed loudly and rolled over, pulling the blankets tight around him. Unsure of what to do now, Izuku grabbed for his phone while Shoto turned the popsicle around in his hand. 

“So…Katsuki…” Shoto started, pensive. 

“What?” He grumped, voice hoarse.

“Can I have the popsicle then?” 

Katsuki whipped back around, blankets and pillows flying as he grabbed it out of Shoto’s hand. He glared at them both before making a show of biting it in half. 

Who knows if they’ll ever have a normal date night.