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Katsuki isn’t sure how he got here.
There’s a cold hand pressed lightly against his jaw, and a searingly hot hand grasping his hip.
Being held in place by Todo fucking Roki of all people is enough of a problem.
Being hard enough to cut glass because of it is an even bigger problem.
Shouto leans in, putting more of his weight against Katsuki’s hip.
“Do you cry when you come?”
Katsuki chokes, “What the fuck- you can’t just fucking ask people shit like that.”
Shouto hums and the hand on Katsuki’s jaw gets so cold it aches. “But I want to know. You’re the one who said we should talk about things before we do them.”
Katsuki did say that, but he didn’t think clinically repressed Todoroki Shouto would jump right in.
“You planning on making me cry there IcyHot?”
The freezing hand slides down his neck and brushes over his chest, lingering on one nipple that perks up even through the thin material of his t-shirt.
“I’d like to see it, Katsuki.”
Katsuki shivers, half of his brain focused on the way Shouto just has him pinned there, up against his own goddamn door. The other half of his brain is reminding him that there’s someone else just fucking watching.
Shinso is sprawled on Katsuki’s bed like a king on his throne. Long limbs, messy hair, and purple eyes nearly glowing in the moonlight shining through the window.
“I think he might cry baby, but you’d have to really work for it”, years of quirk training has made Shinso’s voice fucking criminally attractive.
Hot breath washes over Katsuki’s cold jaw, “I want to try. Will you let me?”
Katsuki drops his head against his door and contemplates his life choices. “Ye s fuck-”, his voice sounds broken and needy even to his own ears.
Shinso’s lazy smile goes predatory in the blink of an eye. “Quirks okay?”
Katsuki’s brain stalls, he can think of some obvious uses for Todoroki’s quirk, built in temperature play is something he’s fantasized about. But Shinso’s? A wave of curiosity sweeps over him.
Katsuki looks over Shouto’s shoulder, and fuck he’s Shouto now, and looks Hitoshi in the eye, “Yes.”
Hitoshi’s quirk washes over him, smoke in his lungs and Katsuki’s brain just fucking wipes itself clean.
Take your shirt off.
Katsuki know’s that Hitoshi is saying it outloud, but he feels the command like it was carved into his brain. His hand goes to the back of his neck, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling it off over his head. Which is not how Katsuki takes his shirt off, but is exactly how he’s watched Shinso take his shirt off in the locker rooms.
Shouto makes another one of those little humming noises and then there’s hands sliding over his bare skin. Cold fingers just barely graze over a nipple, and warm ones grab the other and twist.
Katsuki hears the filthy moan echo across the room and realizes it came out of him after it fades. Shinso’s quirk blankets his entire mind, he can’t fucking think, and Shouto is pressing kisses against his pulse. There’s so much going on and only one of them is touching him.
Katsuki can feel his pulse in his balls. He tilts his hips forward, searching for friction, anything to move this along.
Hold still.
Katsuki snarls, fighting the quirk, raging in his own skin. Shouto just keeps exploring, fingers sliding against muscle, kisses dropping lower across his collar bones. Katsuki loses the fight.
Standing there, helpless to do anything, something finally comes loose in his chest.
“Bring him over here baby”, hearing Hitoshi speak without a command hitting his brain is like getting skipped in the smoke circle.
Shouto pulls him off the door and then spins, backing Katsuki up to his own bed, hands gentle and careful. A second set of hands comes up, guiding him to sit on the bed and then pulling him back against a firm chest.
Katsuki drops his head back onto Hitoshi’s shoulder. His heart feels like its going to beat out of his chest.
Shouto climbs onto the bed after him, sliding between his legs almost exactly the way he helped place Katsuki between fucking Hitoshi’s legs.
“Look at my baby, doing such a good job,” Hitoshi is talking to Shouto but his hands have slipped under Katsuki’s arms and have his pants unbuttoned.
Shouto looks at Hitoshi like he’s the sun and Katsuki, even deep in the fog of the quirk in his brain, feels like he understands it for the first time. Then a warm hand is finally wrapping around his achingly hard cock and everything falls out of his brain for the second time.
Katsuki moans low and broken. He almost misses the way Hitoshi sucks in a breath. Almost.
“My quirk doesn’t just take control Kats,” Hitoshi rolls his hips, the firm press of his hard on sliding against Katsuki’s back, “It’s like a feedback loop. I feel that, not as clearly as I would if it was my dick, but I feel it.”
Katsuki’s eyes roll back in his head as he tries to process that little tidbit. The warm hand on his cock squeezes gently. There’s so much happening to him and a small part of Katsuki is furious because he’s a better fuck than this. He doesn’t just lay there and let things happen to him. Except he is.
Shouto’s cool hand slides down the inside of his thigh and pushes his knee up in one smooth motion, “Hold this for me Toshi.”
Katsuki whines, feeling so fucking open and exposed and still fighting the last command Hitoshi gave him, if he could just rock his hips even a little, then maybe they’d speed this up.
Hitoshi holds his knee in place and then scrapes his teeth across Katsuki’s neck. They moan together.
Shouto’s hands slide down to Katsuki’s ass and press up, tilting his hips up, and Katsuki can almost feel the eyes on his asshole. His cock is aching, laying on his stomach, flushed red and weeping.
Hitoshi stops mouthing at Katsuki’s neck for a second, “Baby’s so good at this, we’re in for a treat Kats.”
Katsuki’s last coherent thought is that it should be illegal for Hitoshi’s quirk to work like this and then Shouto is ruining his life. Shouto licks a stripe from his hole to his balls and sucks one into his mouth, hand snaking up to wrap around his cock again and twist around the head so lightly it almost hurts.
Katsuki can’t move, can’t do anything but listen to the horrible noises get drug out of him. Hitoshi sighs again and sets his teeth back into Katsuki’s neck, free hand sliding down to pluck at his nipple.
“Oh fuck Sho - please please fuck.”
There’s a weird plastic clip and then a cold wet finger is working its way inside Katsuki, Shouto leaning up to suck on the vein running up the underside of his cock and it’s so much.
Hitoshi is making soft little bitten off noises against his skin and rocking his hips up into Katsuki, hand slipping down to push his own pants down and Katsuki just takes it.
Shouto works a second finger in next to the first and Katsuki forgets to be embarrassed about the way it makes him whine because he can feel Hitoshi’s cock leaking on his back and twitching with every thrust of Shouto’s fingers.
“Almost baby so close you’re almost there,” Hitoshi’s other hand reaches down and grabs Katsuki’s other knee, holding him open and exposed and Katsuki just… drools about it.
Shouto twists his fingers and then pulls them forward, hitting Katsuki’s prostate like it has a massive target on it. Katsuki and Hitoshi arch in unison.
Shouto scissors his fingers and mercilessly works him, works them fuck.
“You’re not crying yet”, Shouto makes eye contact with Katsuki for just a second, taking in the way Hitoshi is panting against his neck and the flush spreading down Katsuki’s chest and grins.
Then there’s a warm wet mouth just swallowing Katsukis cock down and the fingers spreading him open cool off even further. Katsuki’s yelp is smothered by Hitoshi’s mouth, pulling him into a deep kiss that is perfectly in time with the motion of Shouto’s fingers.
Katsuki breaks the kiss as Shouto pulls his hand out, “No don’t stop fuck-”
“He isn’t, look at him,” Hitoshi’s voice cracks at the same time Shouto runs his tongue over the head of Katsuki’s cock. Shouto’s fingers press back in but they’re too hot to be natural and Katsuki screams.
Hot fingers press into his prostate, Shouto swallows his cock down until two tone hair is splayed across his hips, and Hitoshi rolls his hips again.
It’s so fucking much and Katsuki still can’t fucking move.
He just has to lay there and take it. His head drops back onto Hitoshi’s shoulder, too overwhelmed to hold it up on his own anymore. Shouto slips a third finger inside and Katsuki hears himself sob.
Shouto slowly, slowly pulls off his cock and doesn’t stop working his fingers in and out, “Is he ready Toshi?”
Katsuki can feel the way Hitoshi grins in the haze wrapped around his mind.
“Yeah baby I think he is.” HItoshi presses a soft kiss to the side of Katsuki’s head. “I’m going to let you move now, Kats. Are you going to be a good boy and hold still for me for just one second?”
“I will I will just someone fuck me.”
He’s expecting Shouto. He’s expecting Shouto to to fuck him while he’s being held up by Hitoshi.
He is not expecting Hitoshi to use the leverage he has holding his knees to pull him further up his body. He is not expecting to look down and see Shouto grab Hitoshi’s cock, working lube over it with his free hand. He is not expecting Shouto to slide his fingers free and slowly replace them with Hitoshi’s cock.
Katsuki’s mouth drops open, the slow press and stretch of Hitoshi sinking into him, the way Shouto is watching, overwhelming him until all he can do is whine brokenly.
“ Oh fuuuuck ,” Hitoshi’s voice is so fucked out already, half gravel and sin, and then Katsuki remembers that he’s feeling it too.
Katsuki’s cock jumps, everything is too much and knowing that Hitoshi is feeling Katsuki opening around Hitoshi’s cock pushing him over the edge suddenly.
Don’t cum.
Fucker, mother fucking shit fucker .
Katsuki howls, so fucking close to the edge and he can’t go over. Trapped by his own mind and Hitoshi, and the cold hand wrapped around the base of his cock and he just. Loses himself for a while. He can feel Hitoshi slowly fucking up into him, feel Shouto climbing off the bed to undress, feel the way Hitoshi’s chest vibrates with the force of his moans.
“-taking it so fucking good isn’t he baby. He feels so good, such a tight little ass.”
Katsuki blinks and Hitoshi is trembling, shaking, fucking him at that same slow lazy pace, scraping every nerve.
Katsuki knows he can’t cum, knows he's been ordered and he can't but the pressure is building anyway. He whines a broken noise out and Shouto looks down at him.
“Oh shit Toshi he might cum anyways look at him.” Shouto is lazily jerking off, matching Hitoshi’s thrusts, but his mismatched eyes are locked onto Katsuki’s cock.
It’s all Katsuki can take, his back arches and Hitoshi swears. Katsuki feels the orgasm rip through him, hears the way his voice breaks and cracks apart, can even feel the tears pushing out of his eyes.
When it’s over though, he looks down and is fucking cock is still hard.
“Did he just-” Hitoshi sounds awed.
“Cum dry? Yeah he did.” Shouto’s eyes are wide.
“ Oh fuck.” Hitoshi cums with a broken moan, fingers digging into the skin of Katsuki’s knees.
Shouto is on him before it’s over, cock sliding against Katsukis and kissing him like his life depends on it.
“You did so good Kats so so good I can’t believe it,” Shouto breaks the kiss and desperately grinds their cocks together, “Let me fuck you please please you can cum I’ll make it so good for you please.”
Hitoshi huffs a laugh, sounding blissed out and gone.
Katsuki is still trying to figure out what happened but he’s still so fucking hard and he desperately wants Shouto to fuck him. He nods.
Hitoshi pulls out gently and scoots back, gently easing Katsuki’s knees down.
Shouto is pushing in before Katsuki can miss the feeling of being full.
“Fucking shit. ” Katsuki whimpers.
Shouto sets a brutally fast pace, so different from Hitoshi’s slow steady fuck that it scrambles whatever brain Katsuki has left.
He’s making some embarrassing wailing noise and grabbing the blankets for dear life and Shouto’s just pounding into him like he’s been waiting to fuck him his entire life.
“Toshi, Toshi let him, I’m so close fuck Toshi.” Shouto is gasping and shaking, hot hand in a bruising grip on Katsuki’s hip.
Hitoshi grabs Katsuki’s chin and grins at him. “Look at those pretty little tears.”
Cum
Katsuki can’t even find the breath to scream this time. His orgasm white’s out his vision and muffles all sound. He’s dimly aware of Shouto moaning his name. There’s nothing but waves of pleasure so intense they hurt and it goes on forever.
When Katsuki comes back to awareness his head is propped up on Hitoshi’s chest, and Shouto is curled into his side.
Hitoshi’s quirk is still at the edge of his brain, but it fades away as Katsuki turns to look at him.
“Just making sure you were okay Kats,” Hitoshi sighs and drags a blanket over their legs. Shouto makes a weird little snuffling sound Katsuki realizes must be a snore.
“We can talk about it more in the morning.”
Katsuki wants to tell him that if they think they’re ever getting rid of him after that then they have another thing coming.
But that can wait until the morning too.