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Izuku Midoriya. 

Izuku. Midoriya. 

He is one of the newer Leads and had been particularly fresh to KTKD when Katsuki had been looking for a Lead. There had been others that offered to show him a good time, but their hands were too soft, personalities too flippant, or Katsuki would look at them and merely laugh knowing they couldn’t handle him. They just weren’t good enough and therefore never would be in Katsuki’s eyes. 

No one really got a real chance to show Katsuki what they could do for him. However, Izuku Midoriya? He didn’t wait for Katsuki to give him one. He demanded one by taking someone else’s chance. 

Katsuki found it completely arrogant how the man had walked up to him, and the Lead he had been heading up to a room with, and stopped them. Then there was the way he looked at him; those warm green eyes, soft with a kind and gentle openness, but Katsuki could see the hidden message in them.  If one wasn’t careful, they would be stripped defenseless with just one glance. 

However, Katsuki wasn’t fooled. He could tell that warmth was just a mask as the man salaciously looked over his body, making him feel as if he was nothing more than someone meant to be preyed upon. Izuku looked at him like he was meant for him to observe and that rubbed him the wrong way. Then again, it also made him curious because no one else had ever looked at him like that. 

The welcoming smile that came to his angled face was also another mask meant to draw people in with his exuberant personality, but again, Katsuki could see right through it. Izuku has a predator’s smile. A seductive smile that coaxes one in with a promise to keep someone safe but also hinting at a quiet deviousness. Katsuki knew as soon as he saw him, Izuku wanted to put him in his place. 

That much was proven when he turned to Lead Mirio and told him, in the politest way possible, he was going to be taking Katsuki from him. He didn’t even ask Katsuki if he wanted to. All he did was turn on his heel and told him to follow him. 

Katsuki had refused him and turned back to Mirio but Izuku didn’t see that as a deterrent. Instead, he saw his defiance as a challenge, one he was eager to accept. He made that much known with the first words he ever directed towards him. 

Aw… Does my Kacchan not believe that I can catch him? What? Are you scared?

Those words made something inside Katsuki click into place, the hair on the back of his neck standing at attention, and his muscles tensing up immediately. Those words wrapped around him the way a rope would, gripping him with a tight-like vice while his overall presence felt more like the comforting feel of velour rubbing against the skin. Katsuki truly didn’t like how this man had approached the one person that actually seemed to be his type and outshined him with his mere confidence and knowing attitude. 

He had called him ‘my Kacchan’ like he had been watching him, like he had been waiting to make his move. Now that he had, he wasn’t going to back down without a proper fight. Who the fuck was this man? 

Izuku Midoriya was tall, lean built, with a mop of curly green hair on top of his head while the sides were buzzed. When he allowed his mask to drop, neat knitted brows appeared and his sharp canines peeks from his lips demanding more of Katsuki’s attention. 

Yeah. Katsuki accepted his challenge. 

Izuku took him from Mirio. The blonde man wished them ‘Good Luck’, but something about the way he said that put Katsuki on edge. Did Mirio say that for him or Midoriya? He shortly figured out that it was for him. 

There are levels to Lead care. 

One being the gentlest level; full of praise, soft touches— it borderlines being vanilla. Two was a little more than a One. That was where the introduction of impact play came into a scene. It wasn’t heavy handed. To Katsuki it just seemed more like ‘experimental kink’; still on the verge of being vanilla but impact play, and the suggestion of service was introduced. 

Three Leads for the most part were individuals that introduced or trained a Follow in the basics of BDSM. They would guide a submissive in learning traditional submissive poses, test limits, and build up a submissive understanding of their wants and needs in a safe environment. 

Mirio was a Lead Three. Katsuki didn’t need to know the basics because he already knew them. He knew his limits and was very good at making sure his partner stayed within the boundaries of them. What he wasn’t very good at was knowing when to pull back when he was bratting. Sometimes he would inadvertently test a Lead’s limits and that was where the downfall of a lot of his scenes occured. 

Katsuki knew that Mirio would crumble beneath him without fail; just like the other Leads that had attempted to take him on. However, Mirio was  Katsuki’s type: strong, gloriously tall, positively ripped, and had a nice set of hands. Even though he knew nothing would ultimately come of their pairing for a night, Katsuki had agreed to his offer based on attraction alone. 

Four Leads picked up where the Three Leads left off. 

Oftentimes, a Follow would graduate into the care of a Four Lead to further train up or be taken on as a submissive for that Lead. The Lead would work with their Follow on personal goals and introduce a more diverse set of scenes to them. A Follow was expected to listen to their Lead, but there was still a form of leniency that allowed a submissive to comfortably dictate their wants over their Leads. 

Katsuki had a few scenes with a level Four Lead but nothing truly exciting came out of it. Most of the time, the Lead would find him too difficult to direct while Katsuki found the Lead to be a bit of a push over. He wanted more and they wanted less. He found himself becoming bored and feeling unchallenged in the scenes. In fact, Katsuki had discussed leaving KTKD because he thought that this was all the club had to offer. 

Then there were Five Leads. 

Most clients at KTKD were not interested in Five Leads because they were a bit too extreme for the average kinkster. They were very much a vanilla person's worst nightmare as they were individuals that had a firm no bullshit style of domination. If one thought of BDSM as a whole, with the whole leather, chains and whips, that is what a Five Lead was. 

Unlike Four Leads, a Five didn’t spend their time doing additional training nor did they allow leniency. They performed extreme scene plays such as, but not limited to: extreme penetration, humiliation, CNC scene work, and heavy impact and restraint play. With a Five Lead, it was expected that a Follow would willingly listen to instructions or they would be punished, coaxed, or pushed into doing so. 

Katsuki had not had the opportunity to have a scene with a Five Lead. In fact, it would be more appropriate to say that he didn’t even know that there was a Lead care above a Four. It wasn’t even an option on his paperwork to select and that was due to the serious vetting system in place to approve clients to participate in a Five Lead’s scene. 

He was too new to KTKD to be considered for the vetting process. However, Katsuki quickly learned about the additional Lead care with his introduction to Izuku Midoriya. 

Izuku explained to Katsuki that if the scene they were about to play got to be too much, he was to call out ‘magenta’. It was the club’s safe word to end a scene immediately. Katsuki had scoffed at the suggestion and thought that this man was insane to even think he might need to do such a thing. 

However, when they entered the elevator and Izuku had to use a separate key to access the floor that he wanted to go to, Katsuki was intrigued. As the elevator climbed floor after floor, Izuku continued to detail the elements of their scene to him. Izuku said that there would be no toys used and that Katsuki only had four things to remember. 

Firstly, he had till the count of ten to run and hide. Secondly, if the scene became too much he needed to call out the club’s safe word ‘magenta’. Thirdly, he could do pretty much anything to avoid being caught. Lastly, Izuku just smiled at him and warned him not to get caught if he didn’t want to lose. He told him that being caught meant that he would be made to submit to his Alpha and suddenly Katsuki understood what kind of scene this was. 

Primal play. 

Not to be mistaken for ‘animal play’, which is a totally different kink entirely, primal play is instinctively honest sex. Sometimes it could be described as ‘releasing your inner animal’ or ‘animalistic sex’ but that’s not what primal play is at its core. In fact, there are some players that don’t become aggressive or rough with their partners at all and instead indulge in a more sensual experience. 

Rather than focusing on what sex acts to do, what toyed to use, or what was socially considered acceptable, primal play allowed all masks a person wears day to day to drop. It was all about forming trust and building a connection to another person or persons while doing what felt most natural and good to a person. 

In all honesty, it’s a freeing experience for most but can be overwhelming to those that are new to the play. One of the ways to ease into primal play is to just strip down to the basics which Izuku had done by taking away the expectation that toys would be used and giving him permission to fight. However, Katsuki was a tad bit confused by the whole prospect that he would need to run and hide. 

To say Izuku sparked a fire within him would be a massive understatement. He was very intrigued by what Izuku was offering, even though it sounded far too simple in his mind. 

When the elevator arrived at the designated floor, Izuku guided him down the hallway to a large set of doors. Izuku offered him a chance to refuse his proposed scene play, however Katsuki could tell that the man didn’t mean it genuinely. He was taunting him, trying to get into his head and Katsuki promptly lifted a middle finger to tell Izuku where he could shove his offer. The subtle act earned him a rich laugh before Izuku pushed open the doors and stepped aside to allow him to go in first. 

Katsuki didn’t want to go in first, there was a voice in his head that said doing so would put him at a major disadvantage. Then again, following after Izuku didn’t exactly have a long list of pros either and suddenly Katsuki realized that their scene had started. The act of him refusing Izuku’s offer and then having the doors open was the catalyst, even without him stepping into the room, the mind games of this scene were already in full effect. 

Carefully, Katsuki entered the room. He blinked his eyes quickly, trying to get them to adjust to the  predominantly dark space and found that there was only one light source for the room. That source was the low hum of light coming in through the large floor to ceiling windows that wrapped along the edge of the room. The room was barely illuminated by the residual light pollution from the city below, but even still, once Katsuki’s eyes adjusted he was able to get a good look of his surroundings. 

It was a ballroom; a long room that was just as equally wide. However, it had been converted into a parkour obstacle course wet dream. There were various padded mats, rope ladders, wooden planks designed to be crawled or run up as well as tucked away places one could utilize for hiding. In all honesty, the room seemed a bit out of the ordinary, especially with the whole general vibe that KTKD had. Yet, Katsuki found himself getting a little excited by the mere challenge it presented. 

This room was definitely one that needed to be played in carefully.  

He walked deeper into the room to admire the vast array of physical features when Izuku asked if he was ready. Katsuki chose not to answer him directly, instead he lifted up his middle finger again with a wide smirk forming on his face. Just like that, Izuku chuckled as he turned around to face the door and called out a solid firm, “One”.

Instinctively, Katsuki froze as he realized that this man had been serious about the whole counting scenario. If he was serious about that then he was also serious about him needing to run and hide. When Izuku called out “Two”, Katsuki quickly looked around to formulate a game plan then Bolted across the room to put some space between them. 

“Three” echoed in the room as he ran to maneuver himself into a crawl space. “Four” followed as he got to the other side and looked back to see that he could still see Izuku which meant the man could just as easily see him. “Five” rang inside his head as he scanned the room and could physically feel and hear his heart pounding viciously with a sudden rush of adrenaline being pumped throughout his body. 

Need more space. 

“Six” was called out as he ran to another spot and began to skillfully climb up a rope ladder. He decided to get to higher ground believing it would give him a greater advantage. In theory, it was the right move to make because he would be able to  look down to find Izuku and hopefully the man wouldn’t be able to easily spot him. 

As he reached the level platform at the top of the ladder “Seven” bounced hauntingly in the room and Katsuki ran to a dark space in between two mats. Then he hid, actually hid, when he heard Izuku loudly announce “Eight”. He squeezed between the two soft pads along the wall, and found comfort in the thought that this would be the best hiding spot  in this odd game of hide and seek of theirs. 

“Nine” sounded particularly deafening to Katsuki’s suddenly sensitive ears. The man’s voice carried up in the room making it seem like he was just as close as he was when he was standing next to Katsuki. It embodied the entire room causing Katsuki to swallow back his rushed breathing as he willed his heart to slow so that he didn’t give away his position. All the while, he was unknowingly slipping into a state of mind that was a bit different from regular subspace. 

“Ten” didn’t sound nearly as loud as the other numbers but even still, Katsuki paused. 

Listening. 

Waiting. 

However, there was nothing. Not even the sound of walking footsteps from down below. If he couldn’t hear anything then Izuku had to be further away from him than Katsuki had anticipated. 

Trying to stay hidden from sight, but wondering where the man was, he chanced a peek around the mats. Where was Izuku? Katsuki got his answer when a cupboard abruptly slammed shut with an insanely loud crack. 

He gasped, the sharp inhale far too loud for his liking, and he sent his hands flying up to cover his mouth in the efforts to silence himself. Then he realized that his body was trembling. Not from fear, but with excitement as more adrenaline madly coursed through him as the man continued to look for him down below. The man was hunting him and for some reason knowing that positively thrilled Katsuki. 

After a long period of silence, Katsuki felt brave enough to pop his head out again to try and see where Izuku was. However, when he did he sighed heavily as his body shamefully brushed against one of the mats making him aware of just how hard he was. He bit his lip, a low moan vibrating in the back of his throat as he rubbed against the mat slowly. 

He enjoyed the soft touch along his covered erection, rocking his hips slowly against the mat for a touch of friction when his eyes spotted movement. Izuku was still on the bottom floor looking for him almost meticulously as he searched all the crawl spaces. He was unbelievably quiet, Katsuki couldn’t even hear the man's movement and he wondered how the man managed that. 

Then he realized that if he stayed between the two mats he was as good as caught. 

There was nowhere for him to run. He was essentially stuck and vulnerable staying here but that was only if Izuku found him. It would only be a matter of time before Izuku made his way up to the platform and when he did Katsuki wouldn't have anywhere to go. 

Deciding it would be best to find a new hiding spot in one of the places Izuku had already searched, he quietly stepped out from his current hiding spot. He made sure not to make a sound, holding his breath, and carefully staying close to the wall as he walked to look for a way back down. That was when he saw Izuku again. He was right to leave his hiding spot because the man was climbing up the same rope ladder he had. 

Quickly, he looked for his escape and he found it. A climbing rope. If he could slide down it, then he could get down to the main floor probably without Izuku even noticing him. He made his way to it as Izuku lifted himself up to the platform and made his way to the ledge where he had been hiding. Katsuki carefully grabbed the rope, pulling it to him to wrap his leg around like he had during drills in school. 

Who knew that rope climbing bullshit would actually come back to help him out as an adult, Katsuki thought smugly. He had always thought those drills were just an adrenaline junkie’s idea of a good time but lucky for him, he had been really good at climbing up the ropes and knew how to get down them quickly. However, as he prepared to slide down, he stiffened and snapped his head up to find where Izuku was as the chain securing the rope to the ceiling jingled, loudly announcing where he was. 

“There you are, Kacchan.” 

Katsuki sucked in a breath and slid down the rope immediately without a second thought. 

He could hear Izuku making his way down the rope ladder, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the rope quickly. When the man made the jump down rather than climb down the rest of the way, Katsuki’s instincts kicked into overdrive. He sprinted to the other side of the room. 

He threw himself through a tube that led him into the original open space of the room and then ducked behind the wooden plank wall. There was a hidden crawl space behind the wall and he made his way through it before he carefully hid himself between a pile of gym mats and a wall. If Izuku came up on either side, he could run and find another spot. 

Izuku had told him that he could fight; that this scene was essentially a free for all. He couldn’t even begin to think about why he was running and not just meeting the man head on. He was too wrapped up in this twisted game of hide and seek and trying to not get caught. That was when he realized Izuku never explained how he could win . 

As that realization set in, his mouth dropped. 

The mother fucker offered up this game without there being an actual way for him to physically win. There were only four options much like Izuku’s rules: run, hide, fight or be caught. However, in the end all of those options ended up with him being the prey and Izuku being the hunter. The thing about a hunter was that they didn’t give up easily. 

Once they had their scopes lined up and had a target they would track it down until they acquired their trophy. That is why when hunters go out to catch some game it is called Trophy Hunting; and he was Izuku’s trophy. 

“Goddammit.” 

Suddenly, and completely unexpected, Izuku used a rope Katsuki hadn’t seen to swing himself on top of the pile of gym mats in front of him. Before Katsuki could rush away from his spot, Izuku jumped down and was far too close to him. What he didn’t expect from someone of Izuku’s size was just how incredibly strong he was but he made that known as he fought to pin Katsuki to the wall behind him. 

Nor did Katsuki expect how sensitive his skin would be feeling Izuku’s hot breath on his shoulder, or how the man’s lips would tease the nape of his neck sending a shiver up his spine. It felt good, too good actually. However, the threat of being caught too soon made him aggressively shove Izuku away and sent him running through the room again. 

He ran away, nearly tripping when a hand reached out to grab him but he managed to dodge the attempt. Another graze of fingertips tripped over his skin and Katsuki dug deep into himself to push himself further away from the man that was continuously far too close. However, this man was fast; like really, really fact. 

It almost seemed as if Izuku wasn’t truly pushing himself to his full potential in an effort to catch him; as if he was just toying with Katsuki. That annoyed the hell out of Katsuki. He vowed that, after this session, he would reevaluate his work out regime. 

He worked out almost religiously to maintain his looks for his career. Yet, this man was so confident in his catch that he felt he could afford to taunt him while chasing him around the room? Yeah, no, Katsuki needed to up his work outs if that was the case. 

Then Katsuki found himself face down on a mat and pressed back up against a wall. His hands were pinned between his body and the mat rendering them useless as Izuku’s toned torso pressed against his back to keep him flat to the wall. He enjoyed how the man’s thick thighs pressed against the back of his own and felt the imprint of Izuku’s cock nestle between his ass cheeks. 

At that moment, Katsuki contemplated staying still and allowing himself to be caught but, in a last ditch effort, he made an effort to break free. Izuku made that extremely difficult, choosing now to display a taste of the strength that he possessed. Then Katsuki felt the man’s mouth on his neck, biting, softly pulling at the skin to tease him with what would soon be his fate. It was a tempting offer, very. 

The smooth ridges of Izuku’s teeth sliding across his skin drew out a heady moan that Katsuki was embarrassed to be making. However, it felt so damn good. Even if he was caught between a rock and a hard place, there was still pleasure behind it all and he was enjoying every second of it. Or he was until the man whispered into his ear. 

“I thought there would be more of a fight from you Kacchan… I’m starting to think I was right to think that you were already mine to begin with.”

No. 

Katsuki belonged to no one. He had made a promise to himself that no one would ever own him. No one deserved to have him in that way ever again. 

He wretched himself from the wall and sent his elbow into Izuku’s side before he sprinted across the room again. It was a struggle. 

Izuku was overwhelmingly passionate about his pursuit and he didn’t just allow their instincts to set the mood of this scene. When he got close to Katsuki he touched him gently but possessively, encouraging him to keep fighting. He spoke in a whisper, taunting Katsuki, worming his way syllable by syllable right into his head. 

It got to the point that Katsuki wanted to stop this chase rather than continue again, just like Izuku teasingly advocated for him to do. However, he couldn’t just give in because he wanted a taste of what Izuku had to offer. This entire scene was his art, his specific craft for a Follow to enjoy, and Katsuki was thoroughly enjoying it.

Plus he didn’t just willingly give his submission to anyone; they had to take it. They had to earn it; and that was exactly what Izuku Midoriya did. 

Izuku got him on the floor, holding his face down to the gym mat, squishing his cheek to the mesh. He had his hand to his neck pinning him down in a painful way that still sparked a rush of excitement, while his other hand touched him absolutely everywhere he could reach. He made sure to keep Katsuki’s hip in a position that connected to his crotch and sinfully rocked up against him. 

Whenever Katsuki fell from his knees, Izuku would quickly reposition him and grind his hips into Katsuki’s ass to keep him in place. The taste of his dominance was exactly what Katsuki desperately wanted to have. It was delicious, captivating even, but still he wanted to flee and keep fighting Izuku because he was stubborn. 

Even knowing there truly wasn’t a way for him to win, he didn’t want to lose. Especially not with how Izuku was practically chanting for him to submit. 

“Submit.”

“Fuck you!”

Katsuki thrashed, dropping his hips but Izuku lifted him right back up. 

“Submit.”

“Eat my ass!”

He slid his right leg up to get some leverage, but Izuku’s leg followed, trapping him into a limited form to fight in as he slipped his hand into Katsuki’s hair. 

“Submit.”

“Die!”

He stiffened, feeling Izuku work his sweats down over his hips. The feeling of Izuku’s hand sliding from his hip to his bare ass nearly short circuited Katsuki’s mind. Izuku may have a soft angelic face but his hands were rough, scratchy with thick calluses, and dips from scars covering the entirety of his hand. That fact alone almost had Katsuki caved. 

He liked hands. 

A lot. If he had to state his ultimate weakness when it came to his attraction to men it would be their hands. However, he wasn’t going to just roll over and give in. 

Katsuki tried to slide his left leg back to try and toss Izuku off of him, only to realize this move was just as fruitless as his earlier one. Izuku’s thigh was pressed up to the back of his leg, blocking him from getting his left leg out of its kneel. 

“No! God dammit!” 

He lost. 

Even though he knew it, he didn’t want to admit it. Not even when he felt Izuku’s fingers deliciously slide past his rim, slick and wet from what he could only assume was lube, and began to finger his hole. Katsuki cried out into the mat, moaning from deep in his chest as Izuku fingered his ass, before easily curling his fingers and finding his prostate. 

Katsuki tried to not buck his hips back and seek out those wonderful fingers bringing him pleasure. He willed his voice to be silent, biting on his bottom lip in an attempt to shut the fuck up. Yet, Izuku pulled the neediest moans from him with the sinful flick of his fingers. 

He wanted to figure out a way to get up and continue the chase. He didn’t want to be caught so soon or make this an easy hunt and chase for Izuku. However, he knew he had been bested. His mind fogged over from the pleasure, every thought of fighting Izuku off being erased from his mind as his body relaxed and his hips began to rock back to meet Izuku’s thick fingers.  

He had lost. 

“Submit.” 

This time the word was cooed into his ear, gently willing him to give in and be taken by the hunter. Subtly telling him to do as prey does, and be caught. 

“Fine! Shit!” 

“Say it. Submit to your Alpha.” 

Katsuki hated how those few simple words made him shiver in delight. He hated that Izuku had managed to do what no other Lead had done yet and make him genuinely want to submit to his lead. 

Izuku had planned this scene out at a moment’s notice and showed him that, without even having to physically over exert himself, he could handle him. Izuku made it painfully obvious to Katsuki that he was not going to get away from him easily because even if he did, he would track him down. Izuku would run to find him no matter where he hid and when he did he would make him into a whimpering, moaning bitch; just like he was right now causing Katsuki to finally submit to him. 

“I submit Alpha. I submit.”

“That’s it Kacchan… That’s My Pet.”

He cried out his submission and Izuku rewarded him by working his cock into him. He continued to cry it out as Izuku viciously fucked him from behind, pressing his face down into the mat as he claimed his prize. This was new, exciting and incredibly different. Although Katsuki would say he hated being made to submit, he had finally found a Lead that was worth his time, and worth submitting to. 

There was a vast difference between the way Izuku played with Katsuki and the way Eijirou did. Both equally nice because he was ultimately made to be docile. There was effort put forth to gain his submission by both Leads and, although different, the end game was all the same. Katsuki willingly submitted to both men. 

When Katsuki heard that Eijirou Kirishima had trained Izuku Midoriya when he first came to work at KTKD, he was surprisingly shocked. Eijirou wasn’t the same kind of dominant that Izuku was but he was unmistakably a Five Lead. Perhaps that was the reason Katsuki found himself thinking more and more about Eijirou. 

Unlike Izuku, Eijirou’s skill was mature and intoxicating, making it hard to refuse the pull Katsuki felt towards him. He held himself back and was as much in control of himself as he was his partner. He didn’t let up. He didn’t play around like Izuku did but then again Izuku was not the type to go down without a proper fight. 

That had been why Katsuki had told Kirishima he would have to speak with Izuku if he wanted to have him all to himself. Even if Izuku complained at times, he was always ready to earn Katsuki’s submission over and over again. Izuku liked his company. 

Katsuki knew Izuku wouldn’t allow it to be an easy feat for another Lead, mentor or not, to take his Pet away. But maybe he would share…

That meant Katsuki had to tell Izuku that he wanted to take on another Lead. For some reason, he felt that was going to be much harder than asking Eijirou if he would take him on. Katsuki was comfortable playing around with Midoriya, and after being in a Lead/Follow partnership for just over two years that was to be expected. 

However, Eijirou was new and different. Plus, Katsuki really fucking liked playing with the man as well. He wanted to have more scenes with him, and was excited at the prospect of starting the process of working with a new Lead. Still, Katsuki was a little worried how Izuku would react to hearing his plan. 

Izuku could be a tad possessive at times.

“Kacchan!” 

Katsuki glances up as he steps out of the elevator, and sees the man he had just been thinking about. Izuku beams, nearly causing Katsuki to smile back but he refrains. The Lead’s smile is gentle and welcoming, and Katsuki doesn’t have time to prepare himself for Izuku as the man puts down the blankets he is carrying and quickly runs up to him to immediately sweep him off his feet. 

“D! Fucking put me down!” Katsuki hisses, hitting at the Lead’s chest, but Izuku keeps him in his embrace. 

“Aw come on! I was gone for a month! Let me have this!” Izuku chuckles as he squeezes Katsuki tightly. When he finally puts him down he ruffles his hair causing Katsuki to seethe and slap at his hand. 

“I haven’t even checked in yet! Control yourself dammit!” Katsuki snaps. 

Izuku just smiles sheepishly and brings his hand up to cup around the back of his neck. “Oh! Yeah! Haha! Sorry, I just saw you and I guess my excitement got the best of me.” He blushes and Katsuki feels an ache bloom in his chest. 

This soft display is something Katsuki has looked forward to just as much as he did thinking about the rough way Izuku would toss him around in bed later. Even though he is connected to Izuku, he doesn’t love him. He doesn’t love anyone and vowed he never will. Those emotions will only get in his way and take up too much of his time. 

Love is for people that want the white picket fence wrapping their yard. Their yard protectively cared for so their loud obnoxious children can play with the family dog in what would be a welcoming atmosphere. The very idea makes Katsuki’s stomach churn. 

He absolutely doesn’t want that. He just wants to fuck. That’s it. 

“Here.” Katsuki says, reaching into his aftercare bag and then abruptly shoves a box into Izuku’s unsuspecting hands. Then before Izuku can say anything, he turns away from him and quickly approaches the receptionist sitting behind the desk. 

“Evening, Bakugou-san!” The blond chirps as they focus on the computer in front of them. They playfully push away from their desk and roll their chair down to the printer to grab something. 

Katsuki swallowed nervously as he watches Denki Kaminari’s nylon covered legs and classy four inch pumps push them across the floor and back to the desk. He never would understand why someone would willingly wear women’s clothing the way that Denki did. Really, if Eijirou hadn’t made him wear lingerie for him, he probably wouldn’t have caved to his mother and accepted the contracted offer with Mr. Yamaguchi.  

Even if Mr. Yamaguchi is attempting to open the door for male lingerie fashion, he still found it too feminine for himself. He could handle parading around in lingerie for a show or a campaign because he could quickly take it off once he was done. It is fine if others want to wear it and find comfort or happiness doing so. However, for him, he was perfectly comfortable wearing gender clothing that made him feel secure in his masculinity. 

Kaminari smiles at him after they return to their desk. They click a small pile of papers to the desktop before they look back at the computer. With a few clicks on the keyboard, they hold out a key card from him. Denki’s acrylic manicure nails instantly catch Katsuki’s attention as he takes the key card and then he notices something that he hasn’t seen before; a ring. 

On Kaminari’s left hand. 

“You already know your room number. But in case you forgot since Lead D was gone from us for so long…” Denki says and sighs dramatically as Izuku walks up to the desk to stand beside Katsuki. “Room 7150.” They smile then wink in Izuku's general direction. 

“Hey! It was a month. Not a year!” Izuku pouts as Denki playfully reaches up and pats his cheek affectionately. 

“Yes, and now we have a firefighter in our midst.” The blond cooes, making Izuku blush as he pulls away. 

“Stop it! I have already been congratulated enough already!” Izuku fusses, causing Katsuki to smirk and reach out for the box he had given him. 

“If that’s the case, I’ll take that back.” He says curling his fingers around the box. 

Izuku quickly jerks the box away then takes a couple steps back from Katsuki. “No!” He states firmly before tucking the box behind him to hide it. “I'm just sayin…”

The man pauses, his freckled cheeks becoming impossibly red the longer he stays quiet. “Never mind! I’ll be up in a moment!” Izuku declares suddenly, and with that the man disappears to finish the task that he had been doing before Katsuki arrived.  

Such a goof. 

“Bakugou-san!” Denki calls out to him again bringing his focus back down to them. 

In their hands are the papers they had collected from the printer. They slip a paperclip over the top to bind the stack together before they offer the papers to him. “New client paperwork.” He says gently. “From Lead Red.” 

Katsuki looks at the papers and feels a sense of nervousness wash over him. Should he bring the papers up with him or wait until to grab them when he is leaving after his session with Izuku? This would definitely be a way to start that conversation he needs to have with Izuku. However, bringing the papers up with him might be disrespectful to do or possibly bring the subject up too abruptly. 

“I’ll pick them up on my way out.” He tells Denki quietly. 

Denki nods, putting the stack aside on the desk. They tuck their hair behind their ear as they go back to whatever other tasks they had to do. Again, the ring catches Katsuki’s attention as it refracts in the light, twinkling like a star on their finger. 

“You’re married.” 

Katsuki doesn’t know why he blurts that out loud. He doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter to him if Denki is or isn’t. Honestly, he is just… surprised? Mostly that there is someone in the world that would tolerate being with Denki when they dress as they do. 

Denki’s face radiates brightly as they reach under the lip of the desk and hold up a small photo frame that had been hiding out of sight. It’s a wedding photo. They are wearing a wedding dress, their hair longer and in beach waves as a man with wild purple hair kisses their cheek. Denki is smiling, their face lit up more so than it normally is while the man beside them wears a tux and has a soft look of adoration on his face as he kisses them.

“I still go by my own last name, but yes. I am married. Four years this June!” Denki announces proudly. 

“Hmm.” Katsuki nods as the picture is replaced with another. 

This one is of the same purple haired man and Denki, except in this photo he looks unamused rather than blissful. He is wearing a facial mask and a fluffy pink headband that has cat ears propped up on top of the band. However, even unamused, his lilac eyes show he is happy or at least content as Denki grins beside him. Denki is also wearing a facial mask and a matching headband. They are flashing a peace sign to the camera making it obvious that they had taken it themselves. 

“Is he a Lead?” 

“Oh no.” Denki laughs and covers their mouth delicately. “My husband is one of the psychiatrists that help vet our Leads, and Follows. He is a wonderful man, and an excellent husband. I am a very happy wife.” 

Wife? WIFE?! As in W-I-F-E… the feminine noun meaning a married woman? 

“Wife?” 

Once more, an inside thought is spoken aloud before Katsuki can stop it and he wishes he would just be swallowed whole by the Earth. Especially as Denki looks up at him in confusion and slowly nods their head. 

Her? 

Wife?

“Happy wife, happy life!” Denki chirps happily as Katsuki continues to have a momentary crisis inside his head. “I always knew I would find someone meant for me, and I am glad it was him. Are you married Bakugou?” 

“Tsk. Absolutely not.” Katsuki scoffs, pulling himself away from the desk to head up to his session room. 

He had assumed that Denki was a man. But wife was feminine—

He didn’t have the fucking time to worry about this! Who cares if they are married? Who fucking cares if they are male or female? It doesn’t fucking matter to him! They are still the Bimbo receptionist, regardless of their gender. 

Katsuki makes it into the elevator and up to the room before Izuku does. The man is still probably finishing up his Lead tasks which— what a relief ; he has to get himself ready for their session. That and he still has no clue how he is going to bring up the discussion of taking on another Lead. 

Did he really even need to, Katsuki wonders as he walks to the bathroom. Would he forget the idea all together if Izuku wasn’t happy with the idea, his mind continues as he turns on the shower. He twists the knob all the way down allowing the water to become scalding hot effectively creating a warm welcoming fog in the small room.  

Probably not, Katsuki answers himself while he strips out of his clothes. Although Izuku is his Lead that doesn’t mean the man gets a say in what he does, who he fucks, or what he ultimately will decide to do. With that reassurance in mind, he hops into the shower and, in an instant, he fastly tries to burn away his earlier thoughts and irritation.  

Some people like to fuck and I’m one of those people. 

Katsuki repeats the statement like a chant, actively hyping himself up. There is nothing wrong with enjoying sex or wanting to have it with different people as long as it is done safely. People don’t need to be in a relationship with someone to go out and enjoy their carnal desires. However, even reminding himself of this, Katsuki’s mind drifts to think about his spontaneous car ride with Eijirou. 

He doesn’t mean to but he can’t help but recall the whole event and feel his face nearly split with a smile as he washes himself up. That had happened nearly a week ago and had really been an eye opening experience; unexpected but something that Katsuki finds himself thinking about a lot. They fucked and it was rough, hard, everything that Katsuki wanted and a little more but that wasn’t what he kept thinking about. It was easy to get the man talking, entertaining to see how the man communicated and held back at times.  

Katsuki bites his bottom lip then slowly releases it as he replays Eijirou’s description of what kind of domination can exist outside the bedroom in his head. It sounded… Intense. What Eijirou described was definitely not what Katsuki was looking for because, by definition, Eijirou was talking about a deep intimate relationship. Not just fucking. 

It isn’t any of Katsuki’s business, but to him, it sounded as though Eijirou was just fucking to pass the time. The man said he enjoyed working at KTKD and clearly was very passionate about his craft. However, Katsuki couldn’t help but wonder if Eijirou was waiting or searching for the right submissive. 

Eijirou spoke like he wanted it to be believe that he just wanted to fuck but Katsuki could hear it in his voice; the man craved connection in the form of a relationship. If that is the case, why wouldn’t he just say that, Katsuki wondered as he turned the water’s temperature down and continued to wash. 

What would a 24/7 BDSM relationship be like? 

On some level, he knew what a relationship looked like that had hints of kink entwined with it. It was just as average as a regular relationship. That didn’t thrill him nor call to him in the way hearing Eijirou speak about his wants did. 

What would a relationship with Eijirou be like—

Katsuki immediately reaches back out to grab the shower handle and yanks it back to burn that thought from his mind. Why the fuck did he care what it would be like? He just wants to fuck. Eijirou is a Lead that wants to fuck. That’s all that should matter to him because it matches his wants. 

He had no room for a relationship and besides there was a rule in place that stated partnering up outside the club with a Lead or Follow was strictly forbidden. If a Lead or Follow wanted a relationship outside the club then they had to keep the two separate; either by ending their contracted relationship at the club or leaving the service end of the club. 

Luckily, Katsuki didn’t want that. He just wanted to fuck. Nothing more. Nothing less. 

Izuku… Well, Izuku understands what he wants. They have discussed it in great detail. Katsuki relaxes again as he reminds himself of this. 

He turns the water back down, the idea of a relationship slipping down the drain with the water to be forgotten. Izuku knew he just wanted to fuck and nothing more; that was why he was here. They understood one another and that is why their Lead to Follow relationship works. Does he really want to mess with that by taking another Lead?  

Katsuki sighs, angrily fluffing his hands to his hair to get out some of his frustrations. When he finishes his shower, he steps out and begins to dry off. Just as he finishes, he hears the door open up to the room and then hears Izuku call out for him. 

“Kacchan? You almost done?” 

He smirks, wrapping the towel around his waist before he opens the door to lean against the doorway. Izuku is in the entryway, still holding the box he has given him and Katsuki narrows his brows at the man. “You still haven’t fucking opened it yet?” He scoffs then struts over to him.

Izuku smiles, the apples of his cheeks warming just a touch. “I wanted to wait until it was just us.” He says honestly, causing Katsuki to roll his eyes. 

“Oh, for fucks sake. It’s not that big of a fucking deal Izuku.” Katsuki grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Open it.”

Izuku chuckles but lifts the black lid of the box and folds back the white tissue paper to reveal a neatly designed paracord bracelet. It was dominated by charcoal black paracord with a thin line of fire truck red twisted and secured around the band by the black. A small stainless steel buckle brought the two ends together; stamped to the steel was  the insignia of the Tokyo Fire Department on it. Added to the detailing was a stripe across the middle and a star stamped out into the steel to signify that Izuku had completed the course and was an active member of the department.

Katsuki wanted to do something to congratulate the man for his hard work. He took time getting this bracelet for Izuku and, after spending some time reading about firefighters, he decided that this bracelet was the perfect thing. Fire fighters use paracord on the job and it has some fire resistant qualities. Izuku could wear it at work if he wanted and not worry about it getting damaged.  

Izuku might say it was no big deal having to go through training but Katsuki knew better. Even as obstacles kept arising attempting to push him off course, Izuku had worked his ass off to meet his goal. The man juggled school, training for work, his mother’s health,  all while working a handful of odd jobs. Izuku didn’t have it easy but he made it happen and that deserved to be celebrated. 

“Katsuki…” Izuku whispers, staring down at the bracelet. 

Katsuki nervously bites his bottom lip, his arms tightening around his chest as he looks from the box then up to Izuku. “What? Not good enough?” He demands, lifting his chin pridefully. “Tch. A lot of fucking thought went into that you little shit.” He snaps before reaching out for the bracelet to unsnap the buckle and secures it around Izuku’s wrist. 

Tightening the ends so that it’s snug but not biting into Izuku’s skin, he pulls back to shoot out some more fiery words. However before another word could leave his mouth, Izuku grabs him by the back of his neck and pulls him in to rest his forehead to his own. A soft low rumble vibrates Izuku’s throat producing a warm comforting sound that Katsuki didn’t even realize until right this very second that he had missed hearing. 

That was Izuku’s happy noise. In a way it was Katsuki’s as well. 

It was a nonverbal expression that felt to him like he was being deliciously praised. Paired with the affectionate head bump, Katsuki subconsciously leaned into Izuku and placed his hands to the man’s chest. 

Fuck… He missed Izuku? Seriously? 

Katsuki swallows the words he wants to say and instead answers Izuku’s rumble. He hums, nuzzling the tip of his nose to Izuku’s and hears the sound immediately get louder as Izuku’s fingers squeeze at his nape. Like this, Katsuki feels his chest warm and that wonderful brain fog comes to his mind. 

They don’t kiss. This is as close as they got to a kiss. Katsuki had a no kissing rule and Izuku offered other forms of contact as a way to express things couldn’t such as: rubbing cheek to cheek, a soft nip or nibble, prolonged eye contact, hand holding, and forehead bumps.

Izuku had told Katsuki that he had grown up with a friend who was autistic. They craved intimacy but the idea of doing certain touches made them feel grossly overstimulated. Izuku had come up with some interesting alternatives to achieve physical touch and intimacy for them. Which was ultimately what had led him into being interested in primal play. 

Izuku never tried to pressure him into wanting to try and work up to kissing in a scene. He was understanding without prying and Katsuki was glad for it because he didn’t just kiss anyone. Yet… He had one fucking session with Eijirou and wanted to kiss him. 

He never had that urge with Izuku. Not once. How… How fucked up is that? On top of that, he had kissed Eijirou. A lot. 

So much so, his lips were swollen for a couple of days after the fact. He still couldn’t stop bringing his fingers to his lips to trace over them in an attempt to feel that pleasant tingling sensation. 

In all honesty, Katsuki simply didn’t feel as if he truly deserved that kind of intimacy, much less an intimate companionship. No. He knew he didn’t because as wonderful as it can be it can also be detrimental. That’s why he pays for this kind of affection because he is several shades of fucked up and someone has to be paid to deal with it.

“If it breaks or tears fucking tell me so I can rip the designers a new one...” Katsuki whispers, skimming the tip of his nose up along Izuku’s once more before he pulls away. 

Opening his eyes, he finds the man staring back at him, he smirks and curls his fingers into Izuku’s black shirt. “I bet you’re fucking pent up.” He teases seductively, watching how Izuku’s pupils instantly widen with the statement.  

“Ugh. You have no fucking idea.” Izuku groans, letting the box drop from his hand. Without any hesitation, he wraps his arm around Katsuki’s waist and greedily grabs at the blonde’s ass over the towel.  

“Poor Alpha…” Katsuki purrs, a playfully alveolar trill adding emphasis to his words causing Izuku to growl at him. “Let me fucking take care of that for you then. Eh?” 

“Of course My Pet…” Izuku agrees, lifting the towel away from Katsuki’s body and drops it to the floor. 

Collectively, they breathe in and sigh noisily as they press up against one another. Katsuki threads his fingers up into Izuku’s under cut then grabs a fist full of hair from the top of his head. He pulls, exposing Izuku’s neck to him, and nibbles on the sensitive spot on his neck that Izuku likes the most.  

Izuku grunts, suddenly lifting the blonde up into his arms while he continues to leave little marks into his skin. Katsuki groans approvingly, clasping his hands around Izuku’s neck to softly scratch at the sides of his neck needily. With ease, Izuku walks them over to the bed and immediately lays Katsuki down. 

As Izuku drapes over him, urgently rocking his hips to drag his crotch over his, Katsuki is reminded of the emergency session he had with Eijirou. He has to tell him that he had an emergency session. Then they could fuck. If he does that then he could move past the thoughts swirling in his head about the damn redhead.

“D… wait. Um… Question.” Katsuki pants, arching his back as Izuku drags his tongue up his sternum. The Lead hums but doesn’t stop his task to work up to the blonde’s neck. “How would you feel about me having another Lead?” 

Izuku scoffs, lifting his head to make a face causing Katsuki to glare up at him. “Another Lead? We both know there isn’t another Lead that can handle you Pet. You require special handling.” He chuckles teasingly and resumes what he had been doing, sucking a soft maroon mark to his collarbone. 

It almost makes Katsuki moan and he almost says fuck it to the question at hand. However, he clears his throat and smacks his hand to the man’s chest, pushing him back up so that he is looking back at him. “Fucker, answer the question.” 

Izuku sighs and shrugs his shoulders. 

“You looked for a year for someone before I finally came and grabbed you for myself. If you found another Lead, by some miracle, I would be happy for you. Why do you ask Pet?” 

Izuku’s vibrant green eyes peer down at him questioningly. When Katsuki doesn’t readily answer him, he dips his head back down and bites up Katsuki’s neck to work his way up to his earlobe. Katsuki’s eyes roll back, his hips bucking up as Izuku nibbles on his ear. His ear is a sensitive spot and Izuku knows that; which means he is doing that to purposely distract him. 

Asshole.

Katsuki hooks his knees to Izuku’s sides, squeezing him between his thighs before he flips them so he’s on top. “Knock it off!” He growls, snapping his teeth at the green haired man as Izuku chuckles underneath him. “I can’t fucking focus on shit when you are fucking biting at my ear!” 

Izuku responds swiftly by slapping his ass and squeezes the soft flesh in his hand. “Hurry up then. I am fucking starving.” He groans, bucking his hips up to prove the point. 

“I was thinking about having two Leads.” 

Katsuki can see the realization coming to Izuku’s face as he says the sentence. Izuku isn’t good at hiding his feelings and he doesn't feel the need to when they are playing. 

The confusion written on his face is plain as day as if he’s trying to solve a puzzle when he doesn’t have any of the pieces himself. The pieces are tucked in a sealed box only advertising a picture on the outside to show what should appear if the pieces are mashed together. However, Katsuki is the sealed box, and he isn’t giving up anything to help Izuku decipher the missing pieces. 

“Did… Did you find another Lead?” Izuku asks, his tone a mix of disbelief and surprise. 

“I…” Katsuki freezes, trying to form his thoughts together quickly as he tries to decide what to say and what not to say. Why does he feel so weird telling him this?

“I had an emergency session two to three weeks ago.” He admits, and feels Izuku’s hands move from his waist to his hips, deep concern marking his face.  

“Kacchan… an emergency session? Are you okay?” He asks sitting up suddenly to pull Katsuki to him again. 

It’s moments like this, when Izuku looks at him like he is someone special, like he is someone special to protect, that Katsuki feels the most unnerved. He knows that Izuku doesn’t actually care for him like that. They are just… friends?Business partners? 

Yes. Just one person providing a service for another that is greedy to receive. Nothing fucking more. Nothing fucking less. 

“Tsk. You know me. Every fucking thing is a minor inconvenience. So… chill.” Katsuki scoffs.

He knows he can be melodramatic at times. He wouldn’t even try to deny it. However, he wanted Izuku to stop looking at him with that damn expression. 

“Just needed to fucking clear my head so I could decide on a fucking contract. Don’t worry puppy—” Katsuki dismisses, trying to tease him with the soft nickname that usually makes Izuku scoff in disgust. 

Maybe it would rile him back up but no. Instead Izuku tenderly cups his cheek and leans in. “You could have called me… ” Izuku reminds him gently, making Katsuki frown before pushing his hand away. “I would have at least talked to you, you know?”

Too much. Why is he making this even more awkward than it already is?

“Yeah! Yeah! Mr. Hero-Complex, chill! You had your own shit to worry about, this was after hours—” He says but his words halts when Izuku knocks his forehead to his again. 

The warmth and affectionate touch is back, and Katsuki can feel his heart start to beat erratically. He wanted to tell Izuku he had just forgotten he could call him but that would be a gut punch and he knows it. So he keeps that to himself, the words stuck in his throat almost like they are glued in place.  

“Katsuki, we are friends outside of work, and I help my friends more than I would help my clients. Just remember that next time.” Izuku says quietly before he leans back, giving him another compassionate look before he smiles.  “I’m happy for you, you actually gave someone a chance.” He taunts playfully as he lays down on the bed beside him causing Katsuki to roll his eyes. 

“Who did you sesh with? Who is the other Lead you are thinking about?” 

“Lead Red.” Katsuki says with a sigh. 

Right. Now they are getting somewhere. 

He turns to Izuku to explain the session when he sees Izuku’s smile immediately fall from his face. Perhaps Izuku is confused as to how he got a session with the man since he is so over booked? When Katsuki had looked online after their session to find out more about Eijirou's new client information, he realized that the man had nearly a full booking for many months to come. 

“I was originally paired with Lead Jo but Hashimoto switched me to Lead Red. I tipped him well for having to fucking put up with me, so don’t— Ack!” 

Suddenly, he’s on his back and Izuku is climbing on top of him. He had pushed him back onto the mattress and towards the foot of the bed. That compassionate look’s gone as he stares down at him with a look that Katsuki can only read as jealousy. His brows are knitted together, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth is clamped shut in a tight line.

“Red? You had a session with Red?” He demands. 

“Jesus. Yes! Hashimoto—”

“You could have rejected that and gone to Lead Jo.” Izuku snaps, causing Katsuki’s brows to shoot up in surprise. 

Izuku hardly ever snapped at him and that was only when he was mad about something, so yes. Jealousy is the right answer. He is always so flirty and warm but this… This feels hot. Hot burning jealousy rolling off of him like the fires he put out for a living now. 

“Oh? So Lead Jo is better than Lead Red?” Katsuki smirks, tilting his head back playfully. He can see the shift in Izuku’s gaze but now he is feeling like being a brat. “Might have to try him out too—”

“Katsuki.” 

“Oh come on… I was thinking I would keep two—” Katsuki laughs only to have the sentence cut short. 

Izuku leans down, his face mere inches from his, a cold look in his eyes as he inspects Katsuki closely. Katsuki shrinks. He knows that look. This wasn’t Eijirou… 

Eijirou would just spank and please him in sweet torture for being a brat. Izuku would literally rip him to shreds. He would leave him with nothing to hold onto, forcing him to rebuild himself back up, and honestly as tempting as that sounded, he didn’t want it to go that far tonight. 

“Are you thinking about him right now?” 

Shit… Fucking Shit…  

Katsuki can feel that instinctive panic, the one that heightens the senses to cause one to fight, flight or freeze. Like when the forest goes unearthly quiet— 

“Did My Pet forget my touch so much he got excited by someone else’s?” 

The feeling of Izuku’s nails pinching into his sides is enough to make Katsuki whimper. He tries to squirm away from the touch but Izuku holds him still. This is the taunt of a predator about to catch its prey if it doesn’t break free. 

“I just—”

“You just… what?” Izuku snarls slowly, each word punctuated purposefully as he presses his forehead to Katsuki’s and pauses. 

Izuku reaches away from Katsuki’s side and moves his hand to wrap it around the blonde’s cock. Katsuki didn’t think Izuku would care if he had another person to help him out. Sincerely, he had seen this as an opportunity where Izuku wouldn’t have to shoulder the burden of dealing with him on his own. However, maybe Izuku didn’t want any help? 

Katsuki grunts, his hands flying into Izuku’s hair to lace in the man’s soft curls. His nails scratch into the Lead’s scalp as he feels the man’s hands slowly stroke at his length. A thumb swirls over the slit on his cock head and— 

Oh fuck… No-no-no! This is not a challenge to make Izuku feel he has to reclaim me. We are just talking.

Katsuki pulls at Izuku’s hair to make him stop but Izuku is determined. He growls, pressing his thumb down harder to the hole while leaning down to nip at his cheek. Katsuki yelps, his hips rocking up to meet Izuku’s hand as delicious pain and pleasure shot up into his core. He kicks at Izuku’s legs and thighs only for the man to quickly catch his ankles and push them up, bringing Katsuki’s knees up to his chest. 

Fuck I forgot to stretch!

The thought flies in his mind as his back muscles burn from the sudden intense stretch that lifts his hips off the bed. Luckily, Izuku must have realized that because he lets him rest his thighs back onto his chest to drape over his shoulders. Katsuki looks up at him just in time to see the man feed his cock into his warm mouth and moans, the sound coming deep from within his chest. 

He feels that wet mouth slowly lower to the base to kiss at the skin of his crotch. Izuku’s hand strokes over his ass before Katsuki feels the intentional probe of his fingers. He cries out needily but again tries to get out of this sticky situation, however Izuku just folds him more into himself by leaning into him. 

Keeping him like this, Izuku deliciously sucks at his cock while his finger teasingly traces the ring of tight muscle. Katsuki sucks in through his teeth, his eyes blinking nervously as he watches Izuku. He grips the back of his thighs, clawing his nails into his own skin as those gorgeous green eyes stare back down at him. He can see the taunt in them, that possessive look growing steadily causing his stomach to excitedly flip in anticipation. 

When Izuku lifts his head, he parts his lips and Katsuki can physically see his teeth as they scratch up the shaft making him squirm uselessly against the man. The flat of Izuku’s tongue warms the underside of his cock until he lifts off the head to greedily circle his tongue around the glans. It’s good, almost too good, Katsuki thinks when Izuku’s mouth leaves him completely but two fingers curl wonderfully past his rim.  

“I think I asked you a question sweet little thing. You just… what?”  

Then without waiting for an answer, he begins sucking at his cock again. This time he doesn’t take it slow and nor is he kind. He moves his mouth quickly up and down the shaft, keeping his jaw relaxed so his spit lathers the length from base to tip. Katsuki nearly forgets he is supposed to answer until those eyes lock back on him fiercely demanding an answer. 

“I… I just… n-ne-needed to let go…” Katsuki moans, lifting a hand up to stroke Izuku’s hair back. 

He aims for the touch to be soothing to Izuku and to connect with him to ease back that territorial tension. There wasn’t any need for it because Izuku is his Lead and he Follows him. That isn’t changing and oddly Katsuki just wanted to make sure Izuku knew that. He… 

He wasn’t leaving him but maybe Izuku needed the reminder, just as much as he did himself. 

Katsuki trails his hands down the back of Izuku's neck, dragging his nails along the sensitive skin to make Izuku moan around his cock. He repeats the movement, dragging his nails back up harder, feeling the skin pull against his fingertips as he leaves little red lines over his skin. Izuku’s eyes roll back, and he whimpers beautifully as he sinks down Katsuki’s cock to swallow him whole. As he throats him, his fingers brush over that special spot, sending Katsuki right over the edge. 

He cries out pathetically, quickly burying his hand up into Izuku’s hair to push him back but instead he pulls him in. His voice echoes in the room as his stomach sucks in and his body trembles but Izuku doesn’t ease up. He is drinking him up, swallowing every drop, sucking for more as he curls his fingers until there is nothing more spilling out from Katsuki’s cock.  

Then he sits up and smiles.

“Did he do that for you Kacchan?” 

No. Eijirou didn’t suck him off… But he had sucked him off. 

His cock twitches just thinking about the redhead’s cock in his mouth and spearing down his throat. Katsuki’s cheeks burn with embarrassment as he swallows excitedly. He had really enjoyed— WAIT! He shakes his head to push the memory and phantom sensation to leave his mouth. 

Kiri-fucking-shima! He thinks, clamping his eyes shut as Izuku lowers him back down slowly. 

“Did he get you to do something new?”  

The question immediately pulled Katsuki from his thoughts, his eyes widening thinking Izuku had just read his goddamn mind. However, he quickly realized that was physically impossible. Izuku was just asking a question but he had just given himself away if Izuku’s dark chuckle was anything to go off of. 

Fuck! 

“What did he have you do Pet? Tell me…” Izuku cooes, tenderly stroking his hands up and down Katsuki’s thighs.  

Katsuki shakes his head adamantly— 

Do you not want him to know? What? Do you not want to serve him like this? You see my bulge and immediately want it down your throat? Picky, picky, little slut. 

Fuck. It is bad enough that he can’t seem to get Eijirou off his mind but to hear the man taunting him in his head? Katsuki absolutely fucking hates that. Even more so, he wants to prove the man wrong. He isn’t a picky slut . He just… Has demands that had to be met. 

“Lay the fuck back and I’ll fucking show you…” Katsuki growls out, and he doesn’t know if he is angry with Eijirou or Izuku. Why not both? They were both proving to be difficult fucking men in different fucking ways. 

“Oh? Are you demanding me?” 

What have I told you about topping from the bottom Katsuki?

Katsuki gasps as he feels a hand tightly squeeze at his cock and in an instant he is back in that car. He is sitting in Eijirou’s lap and the man is squeezing his cock punishingly. Although he knows he isn’t actually there he feels like he is and Katsuki can almost feel the man’s overwhelming presence surrounding him. 

He rakes his nails down Izuku’s chest, weakly protesting his hold the way he had done with Eijirou. When Izuku squeezes harder, Katsuki’s toes curl in as his mind reminds him of how Eijirou had done the same. However, Eijirou’s grip was stronger—

“What is it Kacchan? Tell me.” 

Katsuki pants, his lips curling up into a smirk as his head returns to that soft fuzzy place that makes his muscles feel warm. “If you want to fucking know, lay back…” he chuckles, running the tip of his tongue along the ridge of his teeth before he opens his eyes to look up at Izuku. “Or what? Do you want him to be the only one that knows what I can do?” He asks and watches the muscle in Izuku’s jaw twitch. 

The hand on his cock goes slack, and immediately Katsuki shoves his hands up to Izuku’s chest then uses his feet to lay the man out flat to the bed. Izuku huffs out a breath of air as he hits the pillows and Katsuki laughs again as he sits up. He slaps his hands to the Lead’s  jean clad thighs causing the man to grunt. When Izuku attempts to sit up, Katsuki shoves him back down and leans in, forcing Izuku to push back into the pillows. 

“You move. I stop. Got it?” 

There is an inner battle happening in Izuku’s eyes, as if he is trying to decide if his curiosity is stronger than his will to be on top. However, if Izuku wants to play this game then he has to make a choice. To keep playing or not because Katsuki doesn’t have to show him anything and Katsuki knows that his curiosity will win over. If not today then the next time they see one another. That’s something he has learned about the man and Katsuki enjoys that predictability about him. 

“Hmm?” He hums challengingly before he leans in to swipe his tongue up Izuku’s cheek. 

The action earns him a soft surprised gasp making Katsuki wonder if he likes that as much as he likes doing it. “Aren’t you curious?” He whispers, playfully nipping at the apple of Izuku’s cheek earning a low groan. “What has he had that you haven’t?” 

The taunt makes Izuku’s chest lift as he breathes in deeply and Katsuki knows he has him right where he wants him. Izuku wants to know about everything Katsuki is willing to give. So, if he wants to know what he is missing out on then he is going to have to play Katsuki’s game. 

Izuku nods, knocking his head to Katsuki’s with a huff before he returns the lick Katsuki did. A rapid shiver races up Katsuki’s back and he moans, turning his head to rub his cheek against Izuku’s affectionately. “Don’t move, and I’ll show you… Be good for your Pet, Alpha.” He whispers. 

Led by compulsion, he licks Izuku’s cheek again before doing something that he has never done before. He pecks a kiss to Izuku’s cheek. Slowly, he trails little kisses down to his jaw before nipping at Izuku’s neck. 

Izuku tenses under him, and Katsuki shakes his head with a low hum. “Relax, Alpha…” he whispers, lifting his head up to rest his forehead to his as he undoes the belt then the button. He pulls the zipper down, and then reaches his hands inside the pants and boxers. “Lift your hips.” 

Because Izuku is curious he listens and does as he is told. Katsuki palms Izuku’s cock excitedly, his smile growing when he hears the man’s breath hitch. “Let me be good to you. Let me show you…” Katsuki begs, nuzzling the tip of his nose to Izuku’s.  

“Yea-yeah…” Izuku agrees quietly, tipping his head back to return the affection. 

Katsuki moves to sit back on his legs, kneeling in between Izuku’s thighs. However, he can see Izuku physically tense up as he realizes what he is about to do. Izuku is a sucker for having his dick sucked, but Katsuki never felt the need to show him the fullest extent of his skills. 

They had been great without it, so why over exert himself? Regardless, he begins to work up Izuku the way he likes. 

Arching his back and keeping his eyes on those green eyes above him, Katsuki licks his tongue up the underside of the shaft. He nips at the soft flesh and feels Izuku’s cock immediately harden up under his touch. He really must have been pent up because normally it takes a lot more than that to get him this hard. 

How cute… Katsuki thinks as his mouth waters knowing what he is about to do. 

He knows he can prove that he can serve his other Lead just as well as he served Eijirou; Lead Red. Briefly, Katsuki wonders if Izuku will tell Eijirou about this and the rush of excitement that runs through him makes him rear his head back to spit onto Izuku’s cock. Izuku gasps, making Katsuki chuckle as he wraps his hand around the shaft to spread the spit as he moves to tongue the small hole to flick it the way Izuku likes. 

Izuku isn’t as long as Eijirou, but he is thicker and fills Katsuki’s mouth nicely as he sucks on the head. He opens his mouth, slurping loudly as he begins to bob his head. Izuku’s cock twitches in his hand, responding to the lascivious noise causing Katsuki’s cock to throb needily. 

As he takes Izuku into his mouth with each slurping bob, he can feel Izuku’s hips starting to move a little. It’s a shy tentative thrust, as if he is unsure if he can buck his hips up to meet his lips and Katsuki groans. Waiting to feel Izuku’s hips to lift again, Katsuki dives down to meet him when he moves and the man cries out from above him in surprise. 

“Oh fuck!” 

Katsuki feels the head of Izuku’s cock stretch into his throat, almost over filling it,and groans. His eyes roll back, his throat tightening up from the harsh intrusion causing him to quickly lift his head to gasp in a breath of air. Messy spit trails connect his lips to Izuku’s cock, and he smiles proudly, flicking his eyes up to the panting man. 

“Do you like that? Am I making you feel good?” He asks sweetly, wiggling his hips in anticipation as Izuku stares down at him looking nearly blissed out. 

“Do you want more?” He asks, flicking his tongue under the head of his cock to tease that spot Izuku likes again. “Please… Please tell me you do.” 

“Yes.” Izuku says in a voice barely above a whisper and Katsuki feels himself rock his hips to the bed eagerly. 

It isn’t a praise by any means but Katsuki will take it because he is a Good Boy and he wants to serve. That is why he is here, to be of service and to be used however one feels to take him. 

Katsuki doesn’t waste any time, he moves his mouth back to Izuku’s cock and resumes throating the man to his heart's content. He is going to lose himself if he isn’t careful or maybe he has already passed that point. 

Eijirou was right. 

He is a cockwhore. 

He could feel a slip happen in his mind as Izuku tangles his fingers into his hair. Izuku holds him down causing Katsuki to gag but he forces himself to hold it back. He blinks past the building tears and aches in his throat because this is what his Sir likes so Izuku might as well. He said so. 

Eijirou thinks he is a Pretty Boy like this. 

A pleading whimper lifts from his throat as Izuku begins to move his hips, slowly fucking up into his mouth and sending the tip of his cock just past the tight ring of Katsuki’s throat. When he breaches his throat and fully fucks up into his face, Katsuki slips completely into his head with his eyes rolling back. 

He places a hand over Izuku’s on his head guiding him as he sinks further down so Izuku’s cock goes deeper. Katsuki shakes his hips enticingly because he is really getting off to how Izuku is getting into the spirit to properly use him. 

God… He really is a cockwhore. A no good shameless little slut that is eager to please… 

The memory of taking Eijirou’s cock this deeply in his throat makes him moan around Izuku’s cock. He opens his mouth and the room echoes with the slick sickening wet sound of Izuku’s cock sliding in and out of his throat. It makes him reach down between his legs to grab at his cock.  

He knows he shouldn’t touch himself without permission but when he doesn’t immediately feel a hand clap down to his ass to stop him, he strokes himself. The feel, the stretch, the sound— everything is perfect. He’s a good little cocksucker, he tells himself and knows Eijirou would agree with him. 

He is a Good Boy. 

The best. 

Such a Good Boy… My beautiful boy.

Katsuki whines as Eijirou’s voice echoes in his head and all too quickly, he is lifted up and off of Izuku’s cock. He gasps, spit bubbles trailing down his chin to his chest as Izuku checks him over. Katsuki knows he has to be drunk off pleasure or something because… Izuku?  

Alpha? Not… Not Sir? No… He doesn’t have a Sir. Not yet. So why did he think Eijirou was here? Why is he aiming to please him— 

“More.” Katsuki moans breathlessly, panting as he opens his mouth invitingly. 

Izuku smiles, a small breath of relief hissing through his teeth as he nods. Then the man guided him back down to his cock and Katsuki returns to sucking the head before relaxing as Izuku proceeds to fuck up into his throat gently. Far too gently for Katsuki’s liking but he relaxes and allows his head to go empty. 

He focuses on the thickness of his cock and how it spreads his throat out. There is no way he isn’t going to have a sore throat later and that positively thrills him. He wants that. He wants to swallow later and feel the lingering memory of this cock being buried in his throat. The very thought has him leaking pre all over the bedding and Katsuki desperately begins to fuck himself against the mattress. He wants to be touched; needs it.  

“Shit-shit-fuck!” Izuku growls, aggressively lifting him away and Katsuki spits the thick spit out of his mouth. His red eyes glaze over as he watches Izuku squeeze his cock to stop himself from cumming. 

“No… no, cum… cum for me.” He begs, his voice hoarse and quiet, as he reaches out to stop Izuku. “I’ll be good…” he insists, closing his eyes to move back to Izuku’s cock. 

“Let me make you cum Sir—” Katsuki gasps and immediately falls into a fit of giggles as Izuku roughly pins him down to the bed with a hand tightly wrapped around his throat. He eagerly lifts his chin and nestles his neck comfortably into Izuku’s hold. 

“Don’t worry Pet. I won’t let you forget who really makes you weak…” 

It's an odd promise, but Katsuki hums as he nods his head as best as he can. 

Abruptly, he is moved to be on his knees with his ass up in the air and is promptly spanked causing him to arch back into the sensation. He shakes his hips teasing, enticing the man behind him to do it again and gets another harsh clap to his ass. Then his eyes roll back and his throat feels rawer than it has even before in his life. He screams his pleasure into the bed as he feels Izuku thrust his cock into him. 

He grips the blankets, pulling them up with him as Izuku lifts him up so he’s seated his cock. Izuku snaps his hips, moving in and out quickly causing Katsuki’s hole to clench and flutter around his girth. Then he moves even faster, and the sounds that leave Katsuki are obscene and crude as he begs to be fucked harder. 

Izuku pulls Katsuki’s arms behind him, looping his own arm through them to ensure he stays in place, then uses Katsuki’s own body weight as leverage to fuck up into him. The slick sound of skin meeting skin, loud grunts, and pathetic whimpers fill the room deliciously.  

Katsuki feels his stomach tighten and his balls scrunch up with a dangerous pulse and he shakes his head. “Cumming! Fuck! Fuck I’m going to cum!!” He whines, gasping urgently as his cock bounces against his stomach. 

God, he’s fucking him just right. Just the way he likes when he is this far gone. Eijirou knows him so well— Fuck.

He’s broken. 

He has to be. He knows it because he knows Izuku is the one fucking him, but he is thinking about Eijirou Kirishima. 

How he made him kneel. 

How he made him work for everything and behave for him. 

How his cock felt down his throat and how full he makes him as he fucks his cock into his ass. He wants more. 

He wants his cock in his throat. He wants Eijirou’s cock thrusting into him. He wants—

His mind goes blank and he screams out in pleasure as Izuku’s hips move faster. Then he feels a set of teeth sink into his neck very similar to how Eijirou had bit him in his car and he loses it completely. “Eijirou!” He cries out desperately. The bite to his neck, the rough fucking, the whole scene pushing him deeper into his headspace as he cums helplessly. 

His cock jerks uncontrollably, cum dribbling pathetically from the slit but it is perfectly perfect. Incredibly perfect as his Sir finishes himself off inside him. Suddenly, he is released and Katsuki willingly collapses into the bed completely spent. He doesn’t hear or feel anything as he drifts in and out of the pleasurable waves of his orgasm. 

Katsuki sees Izuku for a moment sitting near him and blinks in confusion. He wants to ask why he is here but he feels too tired to try and articulate words. All he wants to do is rest. 

He opens his eyes again only to see that Izuku is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had just imagined him, he thinks as his eyes close. With a sigh, he turns more into the soft bedding, curling up for that warmth he wants. Where is Eijirou? Eijirou is warm. 

So… So warm, he thinks as his lids become too heavy to open and look around for the lead. His mind is too foggy to even realize what he has just done. Instead, a small smile plays at his lips as he thinks of only one thing. 

Eijirou Kirishima.