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Stupid. This was insanely stupid.
What the fuck was he doing here? Seriously. What. The. Fuck. Was he doing here?
Sneaking into Eijirou’s room and pawing through his things like Mineta on a girls’ trip. He was fucking disgusting.
Certifiably insane. Take him to Tartarus and lock him up in the lowest cell block. He didn’t deserve to emerge. Ever.
But he couldn’t help it. Ei was driving him to this -- this -- desperation, with his rubbing and lotioning and glistening.
Watching him squirt the sweet smelling sunscreen in his hands and rubbing them together was fucking torture. The slick sound the thick liquid made between his hands as he rubbed and rubbed them together some more. It was 80 fucking degrees at the beach, Katsuki KNEW the sunscreen wasn’t cold! Why did he have to rub his big large palms together like that!?
Katsuki would watch him, dark sunglasses pushed high up on his nose to hide his greedy eyes as the liquid dripped down his palms. Mina would plop down right in front of him on the recliner to offer her back to Ei. Flutter her lashes and tug on the little neon green strings of her tiny bikini to bare her whole back. She was the sweetest to Eijirou when she wanted something.
“Ei! Could you…? I don’t want any tan lines.” And she’d smile brilliantly as Kiri would lather her back and shoulders up. His hands large on her strong pink shoulders, cupping the cut muscle of her arms and edging close to the sides of her breasts and Mina would let out a sharp squeal at the ticklish sensation, barely holding onto her bikini cups as she twisted away to slap at him. The dumbass would laugh his loud overbearing laugh and cringe away as though he hadn’t done it on purpose. The fucking flirt.
And then! The way he’d lather it on his full pecs after, his firm touch making the flesh bounce as he made circles around the muscles to smear it all over, rubbing the pads of his fingers over his goddamn nipples like they were going to get burned. Sliding those long broad hands down his abdomen, dipping his fingers into his trunks to get below his waist band, the fabric slipping lower to flash the perfectly smooth hairless skin above his cock. The line defined from the week and a half of sunbathing. He'd toss his head back and laugh, at something Denki would say, all that bright hair blowing in the wind, like some Fabio on a romance novel cover.
Fuck his brain was short circuiting thinking about it.
Don’t even get him started on the smell. That fucking smell.
It was like a Pavlovian response. Smell sunscreen. Get hard. Katsuki knew no one else bought sunscreen with the intent to tempt him. Just Ei.
He closed the bathroom drawers with a sharp snap. No luck. Just one hundred different hair products and Katsuki was running out of time. He grit his teeth. This was taking too long. If he was gone for much longer he knew someone would come looking for him.
There was only one last place to look.
He made his way to the bedroom and opened the top drawer of the dresser. His eyes widened. Jackpot. The motherload of sunscreens. Katsuki grabbed the top one, which felt half full, and made to leave the room until a brown bottle tucked under the avalanche of bright yellow bottles caught his eye.
Oh fuck. It was the tanning oil. The devil’s oil.
The stuff that Eijirou had rubbed all over his legs and ass yesterday while he was tanning naked with Mina on the deck of the house they were staying at. He grabbed the little plastic bottle the same way Eve took the apple from Satan. Tentative, sure this was a bad idea but with a whole lot of anticipation.
He flipped the top, closed his eyes and inhaled. Coconut, papaya and a trace of plumeria invaded his senses. Katsuki’s dick went from soft to hard enough to crack an actual coconut in seconds. His mouth watered and he bit his lip reaching down to palm himself over his green trunks. The pressure made him hiss, because he was so swollen and sensitive from jacking off like some teenage boy this week.
He cupped his balls and brought the bottle closer to his nose, closing his eyes and remembering the glisten on Eijirou’s naked ass. The tan lines cutting sharply into his waist and the gradual fade from dark to light on his muscular thighs. Katsuki remembered how Ei propped himself up to turn and pour more on the backs of his thighs. The way the oil spurted out to drop between the globes of his ass cheeks. The round flesh looked so biteable and soft. His big toothy grin at Mina as she said something. The high pitched squeal he made as the cool oil made contact against his heated skin. The way Ei’s thighs parted as he adjusted on the flame printed towel and Katsuki got a tiny glimpse of his balls, completely hairless and covered in this clear oil. It was like a scene from a sci-fi anime -- the light had caught the oil in a lens flare so bright that Katsuki saw stars and had to run to his room to rub one out. His fist furious on his cock, spurting all over his swim trunks.
The only pair of swim trunks he had brought with him on a 14 day vacation. It was becoming a joke, "How many times could Katsuki wash his swim trunks in a week?" He was running out of excuses on why he had to wash them every day, sometimes twice a day. Fucking Shitty Hair. Fucking vacation.
He squeezed the half empty bottle a little to bring more of that intoxicating scent to his nose, but it was fuller than he had thought and the oil spilled over in a gush around his fist. Katsuki fumbled to catch the overflow in his hand, the liquid slippery and shining in the sunlight. Out of the bottle it smelled even fucking better. He could feel his mouth watering and goosebumps breaking out on his forearms as he cupped the aromatic liquid.
He couldn't wait. He crept over to the massive unmade bed and kneeled on it. The aroma of Eijirou permeated the room. The scent of Ei’s hair products on his pillow and sheets, the deodorant he left uncapped on the bedside table, the pile of swim trunks discarded at the foot of the bed. Katsuki was drowning in it. The hot sun pouring in the floor to ceiling windows just intensified it, the heat making Ei’s scent swirl around Katsuki’s nose. With a groan, he put the yellow sunscreen bottle down and squirted a generous palmful of the tanning oil into his hand. He yanked down his swim trunks and dragged an oil slicked hand over his hard cock.
“Hnggg -- fuck. Eijirou!” A strangled moan escaped Katsuki’s mouth as he pumped his swollen length with the fragrant oil.
Slow. Slowly, Katsuki wanted to make it last. It had to last.
He closed his eyes and thought about the way Ei’s fat ass cheeks glistened in the fading sunset when it was covered in this oil. He thought about how his own dick would look, squeezed between those cheeks, glistening in the twilight. He built the fantasy in his head, the scent of the ocean, the chlorine of the pool, the coconut scent of the tanning oil. How Katsuki’s red and dripping cock head would look emerging from the tanned flesh as he ground into it, oil dripping between them to pool on the plastic lounger. A puddle for Eijirou to hump into. He thought about the desperate noises Ei would make for him. Begging for Katsuki to fuck him, reaching around to grasp Katsuki’s hands as they squished his plush ass cheeks together to create a tight little channel for his cock to drag through. He opened his eyes and watched his fist squeeze his hard cock, squeezing it tighter, imagining it bigger and browner, tanned from his days by the pool, rough from his quirk.
The copious amounts of oil made his grip slippery. So much it was dripping down his fist over the light blonde hair on his balls, rolling down his inner thighs like he was some omega soaked in slick from Sparky's fan fics that Katsuki DIDN'T READ. It wasn’t enough, he needed more. Friction, smell, more of something, anything of Ei’s.
He reached down and grabbed the sunscreen bottle, forgotten about on the bed, and fumbled to open the flip top cap. The bottle went flying across the bed in his oil slicked hands, landing on Ei’s pillow. Katsuki crawled up the bed, smearing oil all over the sheets and gasping as the soft fabric dragged against his swollen dick. He grasped the bottle with desperation and flipped the top to pour a little of the viscous liquid on one hand.
He sniffed deeply at his hand inhaling the flavors of pineapple and mango. The sunscreen smelled like the fruit beverages that Pikachu drank by the gallon this week. But it was more than that, it was the hint of sea water coming through the open window near the desk and the Ei perfumed sheets. Katsuki rubbed the glop of sunscreen onto his chest with one hand and fisted his cock with the other. He rubbed his nipples, the thick paste making them tight little nubs as he pinched and tugged at them.
That was it. That was the fucking shit. The combined scents made Katsuki’s balls draw up tight against his scrotum. He panted and slowed his fist -- not yet, not yet. A little longer. Just a little bit more of this forbidden fantasy.
“Mnh -- ah!” He spread his legs, leveling himself down a little lower to rub his sunscreen slick fingers over his balls and asshole. He brushed through the soft hair of his lower body trailing the tips of his fingers around the puckered flesh, inhaling the scent of a summer time Ei. He opened his bleary, lust hazed eyes and glimpsed a peek of bright fabric from under the pillow.
Oh fuck fuck fuck. It was those swim trunks.
Before this vacation Katsuki had only ever seen Eijirou wear two pairs of swim trunks; the UA issued shorts and an ill fitting pair of red ones with flames on the hem. It looked like he pulled the curtains from his room and made them into swim trunks. They were that ugly. Like a AU of The Sound of Music or some shit with a manly soundtrack. But he hadn’t seen hide nor hair of either of those swim trunks this trip.
Pikachu mentioned that a high end swimwear company approached Ei right after they all went Pro to model for them. Apparently the company had sent him their entire line of swimwear samples to try on this trip. And fuck did Katsuki need to write them a thank you letter. Maybe provide personal security to their head designer -- because Ei looked like a whole meal in every single pair.
There were tiny red ones that clung to his backside, the spandex thin and clingy, showing the outline of his ass crack. Fashionable pink ones that looked like walking shorts, straining over Ei’s thick meaty thighs as they rode horseback. A pair of green ones that matched Raccoon Eye’s tiny string bikini, making Katsuki’s disaster bi heart pound.
And then these -- these fucking created-just-to-drive-Katsuki-mad -- swim trunks. Cut high over his thighs, and white with little red and blue sharks all over. It wasn’t just the cut -- no, although that was perfection, cupping Eijirou’s ass like they were made for him -- it was the goddamn fabric. The designer must have cut corners to get the print to look so vibrant because these trunks were fucking sheer as hell.
And Ei loved them. He wore them at least once every single day. Hiking at the beginning of the week before cannonballing into a natural pool. Waking up early to make everyone breakfast. Out to lunch in the little town adjacent to their vacation house. Lazing by the pool with that infernal fucking sunscreen! The fabric was constantly put to the test, the water making it sheer, the shadow of his thick uncut cock completely visible between his thighs.
Katsuki almost choked on his gin and tonic when Ei emerged from the pool on the first day in these damn trunks. Nudity would have been better than these fucking torture devices! The shadow of his ass crack was embellished by the white fabric when the sun shone just so on them, his heavy balls were straining at the swim trunks seams. Katsuki didn’t know if he wanted to leave an offering for this designer next New Years or send him hate mail. Katsuki reached down and grabbed the white trunks with his sunscreen slicked hand, bringing them to his nose, burying his face in the crotch. Katsuki moaned.
There! Fuck, his fist flew over his throbbing cock as he huffed his face into Eijirou’s filthy swim trunks. He knew Ei hadn’t washed them, he was wearing them just last night as he laid out on the couch with a trashy magazine while Raccoon Eyes braided his hair. Katsuki sat at the end of the giant couch and his eyes kept flicking to the way the trunks gaped around his bent thigh, hoping for another peek at his balls. Not like he needed to see them in the flesh, the trunks cupped them and his cock, the outline clear as day on that couch. How none of the idiot squad teased Ei for it, Katsuki would never know.
Katsuki took a deep inhale as he rubbed his thumb through the dripping precum at his tip. The scent of Eijirou’s sweat clung to the crotch. The soft whiff of his body wash was embedded next to the musky scent that was all Ei.
No, he needed more, he needed something inside of himself. He reached down and tore off his own trunks, leaving them in a puddle of discarded fabric by the bed. Katsuki stuffed the shark trucks into his mouth, leaning over to bury his face in Ei’s pillow groaning as he clenched the fragrant swim fabric between his teeth. The scent of Eijirou’s hair products, his shampoo and the chlorine of the pool washed over him. The salty taste of Ei's sweat permeated his mouth from the swim trunks and mixed with the brine of the ocean wafting through the open window. It made him shake and he slid two sunscreen slicked fingers deep inside his needy hole.
“Uh-- yeah, like that.” He groaned out in the silence, the fabric making the words slurred and muffled.
He pumped his fingers in and out, tugging on his rim, scissoring his fingers, reaching deeper and deeper struggling to reach his prostate. The scents enveloped him, making him lose track of time, and space till all he could feel was his fingers barely brushing his prostate, the scent of Ei in his nose and the taste of his salty sweat in his mouth. The grey black of the backs of his eyelids faded away to just sensations, his fist on his cock, the noise of the oil slicking up and down, his smothered grunts as he drooled around the fabric between his teeth.
“Fuck, Ei, you’re so tight and wet.” He let the trunks fall out of his mouth and shoved his face deeper into the fabric, saliva coating his cheeks. He was so caught up in his fantasy, tearing the shorts apart at the seams in his head to thrust into Kiri’s wet, tight heat, that he didn’t hear the door creak open.
“Kats…? ” a rough inquisitive voice breathed near his feet.
Katsuki gasped, his cock kicking in his hand at the sudden appearance of the low voice of his fantasies now present in his ears. He yanked his fingers from his asshole and lifted his head from the pillow to look at Eijirou with wide eyes. Fuck fuck fuck. He yanked the white shark trunks from the pillow and threw them over his lap, covering his shining cock as he sat on his ass.
“What the fuck Shitty Hair!?” Katsuki panted, sliding one leg off the bed to touch his toes to the floor.
Katsuki flicked his eyes around the room. Maybe if he was fast enough and used his quirk to blind Eijirou, he could make a break for it. Except this bed was fucking huge, and Ei was blocking his only way out. So unless he planned on blasting a hole in the bed, jumping over Eijirou and giving him a perfect view of the gaping hole he just fingered into oblivion he was out of luck. It sounded like a better idea by the second as Ei stared holes into him.
“Uh, Bakugo, you’re in my room." Eijirou laughed nervously, "Did you have too much to drink buddy?” Ei glanced from the tiny shorts covering his hips to Katsiki’s slick chest, his eyes wide and brow furrowed in concern. He nibbled on his lower lip, the sharp points of his teeth gentle against the flesh, making Katsuki squirm. This whole situation should have been an immediate boner killer but -- fuck -- everything Shitty Hair did was a turn on. He was throbbing under the stupid shorts, his cock leaking precum all over to mix with his drying saliva.
“No! I didn’t have too much to drink you asshole I was --” Katsuki’s mouth ran to defend himself before his brain could catch up, mouth gaping open and closed like the fish Soy Sauce Face caught earlier in the week. Katsuki thought furiously, the blush creeped higher and higher on his face.
“You were what bro?”
“--Trying to find a pair of fucking swim trunks to borrow! What does it look like hah?” He glared at Ei, chin aggressively tilted outward, daring him to look below his murder eyes. At Katsuki’s belligerent tone, Eijirou's worried frown faded, and a soft smile tugged at his lips. That smile said “gotcha” as it spread over his handsome face. Oh fuck.
“Oh yeah? That’s interesting bro, because I swear you’ve been wearing --” Ei leaned down to the floor to grab the gunmetal green swim trunks Katsuki had been wearing before this whole horny debacle happened. “ -- these all week.”
He fingered the swim trunks and stalked forward, his eyes dropping from Katsuki’s murder face back down to his glistening chest to the smear of oil and sunscreen shimmering on his thighs. He reached out to nudge the open sunscreen bottle with the tips of his long brown fingers, the fluid smearing all over the cap and on to the sheets.
“I dunno, it looked to me like you were having a bit of fun in my room all by yourself." Eijirou drawled, a small smile quirked his full lips, "Do you want some company?”
Katsuki swallowed, eyes flicking from Ei’s bedroom eyes to the open Hawaiian shirt framing his chest, down to the sculpted planes of his abs. A pair of eye searing neon orange swim trunks hung low on his hips, the bow tying the fly together brushed the growing bulge at his crotch. These trunks were longer, hitting the tops of his knees but the bright color didn’t hide a single inch of the erection that was swelling between Ei’s thighs.
“Huh Katsuki? Do you want some company? I’d hate to interrupt you.” Eijirou dropped Katsuki’s swim trunks to the floor, gliding closer to Katsuki’s spread legs. “You looked so good like that moaning my name. Don’t you want to continue?” Ei’s rough hands slid to the ties of his trunks, slowly pulling the laces free of the knot. Katsuki licked his lips, his hand clenching on the white shorts between his legs, squeezing his hard cock at the ravenous look in Eijirou’s eyes.
“Uh -- you want me to -- fucking what?” Katsuki’s voice came out rough and needy instead of antagonistic like he wanted it to.
“You heard me Katsuki.” Ei slid his fingers under the velcro fly of his trunks, the sharp rip of the clasp loud as a slap in the silence of the room. “I want you to take my filthy swim trunks off of that pretty cock of yours and continue shoving your fingers up your ass with my tanning oil.” He shimmied out of the trunks, letting the orange fabric pool on the floor around his strong ankles. Katsuki followed the fabric with his eyes, unable to raise them to look at the cock he was just lusting over a few minutes before.
Was this really happening? Katsuki thought to himself as he stared down at Ei’s brown toes flexing while he stepped out of the puddle of orange fabric. Katsuki could smell him, the astringent hint of hair product, his woodsy deodorant, the comforting scent of his fabric softener, and Ei’s personal scent. It was thicker here, close and cloying now that Ei was in the room and -- oh shit fuck -- naked in front of him. Katsuki could feel saliva pooling in his mouth at the scent. The Hawaiian print shirt dropped to the floor next to the trunks.
Eijirou stepped forward and slid a strong hand into the ash blond hair at the nape of his bowed neck, gentle and assertive, tugging Katsuki’s head back to look at him. Carmine met scarlet as their eyes connected. Ei’s sharp brow rose in question, his eyes watching, observing him everywhere. Looking at his fists clenched in his lap, the bead of sweat rolling down his cheek, each flick of his eyes broke down a wall Katsuki had built up over years of friendship.
Katsuki licked his lips and nodded. It may not have been the way he expected to reveal his all-consuming, embarrassing, desperate lust for his best friend. But now that he was here, naked in his bed, glistening in Eijiro's tanning oil and covered in his sunscreen, almost marinating in his own shame, he wasn't gonna back out now. Mitsuki never raised no coward.
The smile that swept over Eijirou’s face was predatory, all sharp edges and gleaming angles. His teeth were as white as the shorts clutched over the remains of Katsuki’s dignity. Ei didn't even need to be in his unbreakable form to inspire the chill that ran down Katsuki’s spine when he saw that smile. The sweet sunshine boy had been transformed into a monstrous, lustful, beast whose indomitable will was almost stronger than his unbreakable form. Apparently his quirk translated into the bedroom too. Katsuki gulped.
The fingers buried in the back of his hair tightened, pulling a soft gasp from Katsuki’s mouth. Ei leaned down over him, brushing his lips over Katsuki’s sharp jaw and letting him feel the edge of his teeth before licking over his earlobe. He sucked the sensitive flesh into his mouth, nibbling on it gently before whispering; “Do you need some help getting started, Kats?” Ei’s voice was low and rough, the register tickling Katsuki’s ears, sending little static charges of lust straight to his cock.
Katsuki closed his eyes and nodded. His breath shuddered out slowly against the soft hair that flowed loose around Ei’s shoulders inhaling the intoxicating scent of his best friend. Eijirou let out a soft, satisfied sound, mouthing his way across Katsuki’s cheek to his lips. At the brush of their mouths, Katsuki gasped. Never in his imaginings had he thought about what it would be like to kiss Ei.
He’d cum so many times thinking of the noises Ei would make under him, the touch of his mouth on Katsuki’s cock, the feel of his hands gripping Katuski’s ass, but never the warm fragrant puff of breath on his chin as Ei adjusted the tilt of his head for a deeper kiss. Not the wet lime-tequila taste of his tongue flicking against his own. Not the sharp bite of Ei’s teeth on his lips as he gently nibbled on the lower one. And not the intimacy of Ei’s soft hair brushing their shoulders and Katsuki’s cheeks, the bittersweet scent of his hair products encasing them like a cloud.
Katsuki moaned and melted like a pina colada left out in the hot sun, his spine sagging slowly to lay his weight against Ei’s chest, his hand in Katsuki’s hair the base note anchoring him as he was swept away in the experience of kissing Eijirou.
Ei groaned long and loud into the space between their mouths as he pulled away. Their lips smacked gently as they reconnected, the slick sound of tongues and mouths noisy against the silence of the bedroom. The muffled sound of the waves and seagulls squawking just background noise to the onslaught of sensations. A hot brand prodded against Katsuki’s abdomen.
Fuck, how could he have forgotten that Ei was naked?
Katsuki reached down greedily and grasped the hard cock in front of him. The flesh was hot and firm under his fingers. The spongy head slick as he explored it between his fingers, Ei’s kiss turned more frantic and desperate as Katsuki sought out the frankly impressive dimensions of Ei’s dick. The sticky precum leaked steadily out between them as Katsuki rubbed his palm over the tip. The groan emerging from Ei's lips made him shiver and clench his hand around his own cock, still covered by the dirty swim trunks he had stolen from Ei.
“Fuck. That feels good, Kats.” Ei pulled away to pant into his mouth, his soft breath puffed against Katsuki’s lips as he pumped Ei’s cock in his fist, using his thumb to smear the wetness at the tip around his generous foreskin. Eijirou clenched his fingers in Katsuki’s hair, tugging gently to meet his eyes as he pumped his hips into Katsuki’s hands, mouth slack and eyes hazy with lust.
Katsuki couldn't stop looking, his expression melted from cowed and embarrassed to gloating, eyes narrowed and a small smirk quirked his lips at the little noises and involuntary motion of Eijirou’s hips. Not even in his most lust filled and depraved fantasies did he think Ei would look like this, determined and satisfied as he drove Katsuki wild. Eijirou’s fucked out face hardened in response to Katsuki’s smirk, the tips of his fingers hardening into sharp points as he adjusted his grip in Katsuki’s hair, tugging his face closer to hover his mouth over Katsuki’s as Katsuki kept exploring his dick.
“You’re fucking disgusting, you know that? Did you think I didn’t notice you sneaking off all those times?" Katsuki let out a soft whimper at the words, tugging his head against the sharp pain of Ei's fingers in his hair trying to get closer to that filthy mouth. "Sneaking peeks at my body the whole time we’ve been here? And I come to find you in here like a fucking desperate slut humping my clothes, three fingers deep, gagging for my cock.” Eijirou growled into his mouth, flicking his tongue up to trace the sharp bow of Katsuki’s upper lip.
Katsuki moaned. Ei couldn’t have seen much more than a few seconds of Katsuki making an utter fool of himself but his words caused Katsuki to clench down on nothing as he squirmed in horny embarrassment.
“Shitty hair -- I…” A high pitched whine emerged from his throat as that fist in his hair tightened to the point of pain, the sharp tips of Ei’s quirk-hardened fingers sent a shiver down his spine.
“I’m not done yet Blasty,” he growled. “Bet you were going to hump the pillow next huh thinking it was me? Shoving your little dick up my ass.” Eijirou smiled, tilting his head to look at Katsuki’s upturned face, his eyes gleaming with restrained humor, but that humor was tinged with a dark edge.
“Oh, I see, you thought you’d top huh?” Ei grinned, “Bro, that ain’t happening. I saw what your pretty hole looked like when I came in, I’m not going to be able to let you out of this room until I get a piece of that.” Eijirou’s tone turned playful as he leaned down and bit gently on Katsuki’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you so deep that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I want you to feel me in your guts tomorrow babe.” The words tugged at the heat pooling in Katsuki's loins. He was left adrift as Ei let go of his hair, slumping over, drool threatening to leak from his mouth at the combination of Eijirou’s words and his hard cock in Katsuki’s hands. “But first, let’s pick up where you left off, yeah?”
Katsuki adjusted his grip on the trunks over his frankly soaked dick, squirming in place as he got a good look at Ei’s round and brown ass when he leaned over him to grab the pillows behind Katsuki. Ei placed the overstuffed pillows between the two of them, setting them on their sides so the narrow edges faced up, blocking Katsuki’s view of the dick he still hadn’t had the balls to look at straight on. With a warm smile, Eijiro reached down to grasp his wrist and tugged Katsuki’s hand away from the death grip he had on the stolen trunks.
Katsuki’s heart pounded in an uneven rhythm. Being this close to Ei was breathtaking, like getting the chance to touch a shark in an aquarium touch tank. As a kid, Katsuki would wait patiently for the slithering striped body of the bamboo shark to swim round and round the tank, spiraling closer and closer to where Katsuki was standing. He would wipe his toxic sweaty fingers on his pants to claim one single touch of the shark in that tank.
The trunks fluttered guilty to the bed as Katsuki swallowed, meeting Eijirou’s piercing stare. Ei flicked his eyes downward, his fingers tightening on Katsuki’s wrist as his smile turned feral and lustful.
“Oh wow Kats. Look at you.” He reached down to reverently touch a fingertip to the head of Katsuki’s bare cock. The glistening precum sticky and hot as it leaked out of his hard dick. As he pulled away, Katsuki groaned at the sight of the precum sticking to Eijirou’s finger in a thread of wetness. Ei glanced up with a smile and tugged Katsuki forward to straddle the pillows in front of him. Katsuki’s eyes fluttered shut as their chest’s brushed. Touching Kirishima Eijirou was one hundred times better than touching scratchy shark’s hide.
Katsuki's mind was whirling from the emotional rollercoaster - shock, shame, arousal - is this what Denki called "brain go brr?" Katsuki swallowed at the touch of Ei’s skin, licking his lips as his brain flickered like a TV with a bad connection. Torn between being enraged that Ei never told him that he felt the same way after YEARS of friendship, (even though he knew it was hypocritical to feel that way) and rolling over to let his deepest, darkest and most shameful sexual fantasies come true by letting Kirishima Eijirou top him like some himbo sex god.
“You liked my swim trunks hmm? Those were my favorite.” Eijirou whispered, his mouth a hair's breadth away. “I could tell they were yours, too. That's why I wore them so much.” Ei leaned forward to kiss Katsuki chastely on his lips as he climbed on the pillows facing him. Katsuki perched nervously on them, eyeing Ei’s muscular brown thighs bracketing the white cotton, the contrast of that smooth tanned skin and the bleached fabric absolutely blinding to his eyes, like a work of art. A soft noise escaped his mouth as he reached out to brush his thumb against Ei’s knee, Katsuki’s thumb paler in comparison from his time in the shade.
“I could see your little dick getting hard for me when I was lathering up.” Ei’s hand trailed down Katsuki’s chest, slowly, tweaking his nipples with a soft pinch, causing Katsuki to let out a soft "hah" of a breath. “Your cock was so cute, just look at it all pink and hard right now.” Ei reached down and palmed Katsuki’s whole cock.
It wasn’t that Katsuki was small -- he was average thank you very much -- but Ei was just massive. His hands, his feet, his chest, and now Katsuki knew that his fucking cock matched the rest of his giant frame. Katsuki panted, rutting his hips against Ei’s hand, the soft pillows beneath him cradling his sensitive balls and rubbing against the cleft of his ass. Eijirou let out a rough laugh as he tightened his fingers on Katsuki’s length, eyes roaming his face and body, like he was imprinting Katsuki to memory.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Ei wrapped his other hand around Katsuki’s hip. His warm hands made Katsuki clench his own hands down low on Ei’s thighs as he squirmed on the pillow searching for friction. “Look at you, you’re a natural.” Eijirou crooned, coasting his nose against Katsuki's. “How many times have you humped your pillow, fist in your mouth to muffle the noises you make while you fuck yourself thinking about me, hmm Blasty?”
Firm pressure engulfed Katsuki’s dick as he looked down, finally getting an eyeful of Ejirou’s cock. Fuck fuck fuck, was that even going to fit? It was thick enough around that Katsuki had to grip it tight to wrap his fingers around it earlier. His balls were brown as the skin on Ei’s butt, which was just a little lighter in color than his sun tanned thighs.
And hairless. Katsuki’s eyes went wide.
Did he mention hairless? His stomach was silky smooth, the muscles defined all the way down to his groin.
How Ei had the courage or time to wax every single black hair off his pubic area, Katsuki would never know. But thank whatever deity was looking out for him during this vacation. The lack of hair just made Eijirou’s cock look more massive and throbbing. Precum dripped down from the red head as Ei brought their dicks together in one massive hand.
“You’re so stubborn Kats, you couldn’t even come to me for it. You just had to come in here and start jacking off on my things like a pervert.” Ei licked into his mouth as he squeezed their shafts together. “I bet you were going to cum all over my shorts, all over my sheets, all over my pillow.” With each declaration of his voice Ei squeezed their cocks, twisting his fist around their heads. Katsuki whimpered with every squeeze, shuddering with overstimulation at the pull on his cockhead and shaft.
“Yeah -- fuck . That feels -- ah!” Ei’s hips pistoned back and forth on the pillows, his heavy balls brushing the soft pubes on Katsuki’s as they touched. Ei blinked slowly in the bright room, his long black lashes flickering against Katsuki's cheek. “Blasty your cock looks real red - like you’re desperate for it. Do you want more?” Ei grunted in a low voice, “You’re so wet for me, you’re leaking everywhere. We almost don’t need all this oil.” Eijrou squeezed their heads together, letting their precum mingle, the slick friction making Katsuki’s flanks twitch.
No oil? Katsuki whimpered at the thought of Ei taking that glorious scent away. Katsuki reached down to squeeze Ei’s hand wrapped around them. “Please -- I need it… ah!” Katsuki would deny it till the end of time that he begged Ei not to take away the instrument of his downfall. Katsuki's oil and sunscreen slicked hand rubbed across their wet cockheads as the other creeped up to dig his fingers into Ei’s thick thighs, his short nails digging half moons into the browned flesh as he whimpered and humped into the hand in front of him.
“Oh? You don’t like that idea do you? You want this stuff?” Ei smirked and brought up the little brown oil bottle, squeezing it in his massive fist. “You like it that much? Here -- let me…” He drizzled the shining liquid down between them, coating their fists and cocks as the oil caught the golden light of the afternoon sun, before tossing it on the bed next to them.”This IS what you came in here for right babe?”
The endearment dripped between Katsuki’s ears like the condensation on a glass in front of a thirsty man. Slow, glistening and making his chest tight with thirst for the fucking sexy god in front of him.
As the oil slid down their fisted cocks, Katsuki clutched Ei's forearm. The pungent scent of the oil, which had receded from Katsuki's consciousness like a turned page, came back to the forefront of his mind. He leaned forward and mouthed along Ei's massive shoulder, the muscles bunching beneath his lips as Eiji twisted his fists around them. The copious amount of oil covering their dicks made an obscene squelching noise with every upstroke. Ei’s fingers were shiny and slick on his other hand as he brought up his fingers to brush Katsuki’s lower lip. The slightly bitter soapy taste of the tanning oil made Katsuki shudder.
“Kats -- ughn -- yeah you feel so damn good… let me -- ah!” Eijirou moaned, licking into his mouth. He adjusted his hold on both their cocks, gripping them tighter, bringing Katsuki closer to him on the pillows. “I want to see how you do it when I’m not there, babe.” Ei breathed into his mouth. “Fuck into my fist Katsuki. Show me how badly you want to fuck me.”
Katsuki gasped and looked as their cocks rubbed against each other. A sense of desperation squeezed Katsuki’s heart, his hips frantically pounding into the soft pillows and Ei’s thick fist as he chased his orgasm.
"And maybe if you're lucky... I'll let you next time."
He clutched his fingers in Ejirou’s hair, panting into the soft space between them. His heart pounded and his eyes roamed; Katsuki couldn’t figure out where to look. Did he look at Ei’s eyes, which were narrowed in smug pleasure, or his full lower lip, captured between those deadly teeth? Should he follow the bead of sweat that ran from his temple down his chest? Or what about the one that sat suspended right above his nipple, begging Katsuki to taste the salty fluid. Would it taste soapy and minerally from the sunscreen or briney from the ocean?
Waves of stimuli crashed over him; from the rough calluses blunted by the oil on Ei’s hands to Mina’s screeches as someone splashed in the pool outside the window. The grains of sand between Katsuki’s toes and the scratch of the sheets against his knees overwhelmed his senses, topped off by the scent of summertime and sex and oil and -- Eijirou!
His hips stuttered as doors slammed, and Hanta’s obnoxious laugh echoed through the back of the house. Katsuki lets his head droop down to Ei’s shoulder as he nestled closer, head lolling on Ei’s shoulder, forehead pressed against his pec. He licked his lower lip on a gasp and caught the real taste of Eijirou -- briney from the sea, salty from the chlorine of the pool and fucking delicious. He turned his head a fraction to press his nose against Ei’s bicep and -- fuck, oh fuck -- if he could smell Ei before, he could really smell him now. His sweaty aroma bleeding out from under his arm, Katsuki’s nose so close to being buried in that damp pocket of flesh.
With a tip of his chin he turned his face to touch his nose to the dark hair of Ei’s armpit, taking a deep inhale at the scent. He felt the sharp bite of Ei’s teeth on the ball of his shoulder as Eijirou grunted between his lips, chasing his own pleasure in the hot space between them. Katsuki closed his eyes, nuzzling upward, deeper into his armpit, the hair there soaked in sweat. Flashes of days past, training dates, late night movies in the common area with Katsuki asleep on Ei’s shoulder, forgotten hoodies smuggled close to his face to inhale the scent as familiar as his childhood home -- Katsuki came with a deep inhale of the scent of his best friend.
The hot fast spurts slicked up the space between them. Katsuki whimpered, inhaling deeply with every pump. Katsuki kept rutting into Ei’s fist, throbbing and working himself through the overstimulation and spraying his cum into that hairless tanned skin. Ei growled, and dragged Katsuki close, digging those sharp hardened tips of his fingers into the meat of his ass. He kissed Katsuki roughly, tongue aggressive and wet, the tips of his teeth pricking into Katsuk’s swollen lower lip as he slowed his hand on Katsuki’s cock.
“Fuck Blasty. You came so much, look at you.” He smiled in wonder and lifted his cum stained hand from between them. Touching one sticky finger to his pink tongue, his eyes fluttered closed at the taste. Katsuki whined, his cock twitched valiantly at the sight. Ei slid the whole of his finger into his mouth, sucking deeply on his stained fingers, smiling around the thick digits as he slid it out of his mouth, clean and shiny with spit.
“You taste good babe.” He smiled as he reached down and fisted his own still hard cock, yanking the pillows out from under them both, sending Katsuki ass first onto the bed. His legs trembled like a virgin’s after his orgasm, heart pounding and mouth dry at the sight. His oil slick chest was sweaty and heaving as he attempted to catch his breath after that wet dream inspired cum eating display. That was something Katsuki wouldn't forget for a very long time. It would be seared into his brain. Eijirou’s hair was messy and tangled, his grin shit eating and wide, and he looked absolutely gorgeous to Katsuki.
It wasn’t often Katsuki was speechless, but this experience left him short of breath and even shorter on words.
“I could eat you up. But first, turn over and let me look at your pretty hole.” Ei grinned at him, with a lewd lick of his lips. Katsuki groaned, the choked noise embarrassingly loud as he scrambled, eagerly, to turn over on his hands and knees. Ei grasped his ass, swatting it playfully before pulling Katsuki ass cheeks apart to look at the puckered slick hole between them. His thumb rubbed against the muscle, dipping inside, making Katsuki shudder, his legs trembling again with an unsteady weakness. A weakness that had nothing to do with muscles or stamina and everything to do with his goddamn shitty heart.
“You had three fingers inside yourself when I came in, I think you’re almost ready for me.” Eijirou stated this with a cruel twist of his fingers, slipping them inside Katsuki’s asshole aiming down to press on his prostate like it was some olympic archery target, wringing a sharp squeal from Katsuki's orgasm bitten lips.
Each prod of Ei’s fingers against that firm pocket of flesh made Katsuki’s dick jerk, like some goddamn penis hardening button, filling him up, his cock swelling as he twitched and moaned under Ei’s thick fingers. How the fuck he had such good aim was beyond Katsuki. Eijirou laughed, digging his fingers of his other hand deeper into the meat of Katsuki’s ass and rubbing his thick cock between Katsuki’s thighs, prodding gently against Katsuki’s balls. The glide was slick, aided by the glistening oil that Katsuki could glimpse on the tip of Ei’s pretty cock.
“Mmm, you ready for me Blasty?” Ei crooned.
Katsuki nodded, fingers gripping the sheets as Ei slid his thick cock into his greedy and waiting hole. Katsuki was sure, if he wasn’t so desperately turned on, hadn’t prepped himself before and if Ei’s cock hadn't been so soaked with tanning oil, Ei wouldn’t have fit. The stretch was that good. It was filling him up to the brim, the sensation giving his cock that last little push to get fully hard.
“You good Kats?” Eijirou whispered and Katsuki could do nothing but nod frantically whimpering out, "Just fuck me shitty hair." His voice was wrecked, cracking in the middle.
Ei barely paused, he adjusted his grip on Katsuki’s hips and set a rhythm that was fast and deep. The rhythmic sound of their flesh slapping together overwhelmed Katsuki’s ears, as his body flushed pink with the pleasure of Ei’s cock hitting his prostate over and over.
“You’re such fucking slut Katsuki. Ung -- fuck yeah babe -- You came so fucking fast for me.” Ei gasped as Katsuki clenched around him, “I wanted you to cum around my cock. Wanted to feel you squeeze -- ah -- fuck fuck -- You’re so fucking tight. Your fucking pussy is so tight like this.”
Ei gripped Katsuki’s ass, reaching his hand back to smack the firm round flesh with a sharp movement, making Katsuki yelp at the sting.
Katsuki’s face slowly lowered with each strong thrust of Ei’s hips, until it was buried right in the shorts that inspired all this shame. He opened his mouth and licked the damp fabric, drawing it between his lips to suck as he muffled his moans. Each pass of Eijirou's cock pushed right into his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through him. Each inhale brought the scent of Ei into him. He must have been delirious because he couldn't stop thinking that it would be wonderful to get filled by Ei from both sides as he breathed in the scent of Eijirou on his trunks.
“You looked so good cumming all over me like that -- goddamn Katsuki ah! -- you fucking whore, so goddamn easy, just a little bit of touching and you came all over my fist -- ah -- like a 15 year old virgin.” Eijirou leaned over Katsuki surrounding him with his sweaty and warm chest, pressing Katsuki’s nose deeper into the dirty swim trunks. Each word thrummed through him. Katsuki could feel the pleasure winding up in his gut, like a knot, tied tighter and tighter before it snapped. It wouldn't take much.
Eijirou licked the shell of Katsuki’s ear, his voice low and rough as he murmured, “Probably just like you did in high school, fucking yourself to the thought of me right next door.” Katsuki closed his eyes, tears pooling in his eyes as that knot snapped and he came for the second time that day, spurting on to the white sheets in front of him with his hips cradled tenderly in Eijirou’s massive hands. Ei was right. He was so fucking -- fuck fuck fuck -- right.
Ei let out a roar and crammed himself deep inside Katsuki, cumming in short snaps of his hips, his rhythm uneven as the hot spurts of his seed shot into Katsuki’s hole making his hips twitch with each spurt of Ei’s orgasm. With every thrust his fingers clenched on Katsuki’s hips, the bite of his quirk hardened fingers forcing a gasp out of Katsuki’s mouth.
Katsuki’s knees shook as he collapsed beneath Ei’s wide frame, both of them panting with the effort to catch their breath. Eijirou curled his chest around Katsuki's back, cradling him and shuddering through the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Katsuki's mind was slowly cleared, pulling back like a wave leaving speckled foam on the shore as it slowly melted into the sand. The ebb and flow of sensation pulsing through him, tingling his fingers, rolling down his torso and into his thighs.
Katsuki felt like no matter how many pulls of air he took he couldn’t catch his breath and then realized, “Oh I have the fucking sturdy hero crushing me.” Katsuki huffed out a laugh, the noise sounding broken and cracked as he struggled to breathe under Ei's heavy body.
“Get. The fuck. Off. Red. You’re like a million pounds.” Katsuki wheezed from under him, letting off a half hearted explosion over his shoulder in the general vicinity of Ei's face.
“Oh! Sorry Katsuki!” Ei rolled off him onto his back, his hands grasped Katsuki’s shoulders and slid down to drag him close into the nook of his arm as he laid on his back. Katsuki ended up face first into the fragrant hairy armpit of his debauched dreams. The sweaty, sweet, salty and musky scent of Eijirou wrapped itself around Katsuki’s senses and he felt his eyes drift closed slowly. His ears were still buzzing pleasantly from the best two orgasms of his life. He felt the soft press of Eijirou's lips against the top of his head.
He inhaled the musky scent of the two of them, noises slowly coming back into his ears, the waves, the smell of cooking wafting from the kitchen, the rumble of his stomach, the noise of the blender, all of it a soothing background track to what was sure to be the fucking highlight of this whole vacation.
Except for the pounding heartbeat under his ear. Katsuki could feel his own heart slowing now that he wasn’t getting railed into next week, but Ei’s heart was thumping in an uneven rhythm fast as a birds.
“Um, Kats are you okay?” The worried note in Ei’s voice made Katsuki’s eyes snap open in alarm. He felt the arms wrapped around him tremble even as the held him tenderly. “Was that okay? Did I hurt you at all? Uh, you seemed to like it but like, I just wondered…”
Katsuki leveraged himself up on shaky arms to glare at the massive man who he’d pined over for years, and who had -- just minutes ago -- made him cum untouched on his enormous fucking cock. His eyes narrowed as he pushed his face close to Eijirou’s worried one.
“Ei, you dumb fuck. You better take me to fucking dinner after all that. And not some cheap fucking hotdog on a stick - 'm talkin' wine and dine my ass!” Katsuki flushed a pale pink all over at the unintentional innuendo.
A bright grin dawned on Ei’s tanned face, the teeth sharp and glistening with how big his smile spread.
"Of course, babe." He nodded enthusiastically, shitty hair bouncing with every movement. Ei leaned up to kiss Katsuki’s sneering lips. “Maybe you’ll need to borrow a pair of my swim trunks to wear?” His eyebrows waggled suggestively.
Katsuki flushed bright red and grabbed one of the overstuffed pillows to smother him with it, muffling the roars of laughter shaking the giant chest under him.