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“Oi, what’s this shit?”

“What’s what?” Izuku asks, his voice echoing out from the crate he’s half hanging out of. Like there’s not literally a couple dozen of them taking up the entrance hall.

Champion of Hyrule, protector of the land’s most beloved ruler, stomps right over to the aforementioned royal and smacks him pointedly on the ass. Izuku yelps, yanking himself out of the box. Actions speak louder than words after all.

“Kacchan!”

“What do you mean, ‘what’? The goddamn mess is everywhere! What in Hylia are you doing?” He gestures at everything, scowling.

“Oh, this.” Izuku rubs the back of his head sheepishly.

Katsuki just glares and crosses his arms. He got his point across, he didn’t need to waste his breath saying anything more. Not unless Izuku decided to try his patience. Which is very likely, actually.

“Well, this year’s political dinner is being held at the Zora Domain and I really wanted to get them gifts. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen everyone and I thought it would be a good idea to get them something they like…but then I couldn’t decide! So I bought everything just in case!”

Katsuki stares…and stares. “Are you stupid or just that oblivious?”

Izuku, powerful Sage of Time, pouts. “What do you mean?”

Katsuki grabs Izuku by a pointed ear and shakes him. “Didn’t I tell you that they don’t care about shit like this?”

“Ow, Kacchan!” Izuku pulls away, rubbing the abused appendage. “I’ve been away for so long, I can’t help but think that….”

“They’ll hate you for it?”

Izuku nods, green eyes downcast, green curls looking just as forlorn. Katsuki immediately goes soft. He knows how much this meant to Izuku, but he also knows how much he tends to doubt himself.

He steps forward to grip his chin, lifting those worried eyes to meet his own. “We wouldn’t be here without you. I know that, they know that. They’ll be beside themselves when you walk across that bridge. No gifts, no fanfare, just you. You’ll see.”

Eyes watery, Izuku smiles. “Ok.”

The utter trust Izuku has in him will always bring Katsuki to his knees. Strong in his own right, Izuku still chose to rely on Katsuki’s word, believes in him to keep him safe. Like Katsuki swore he would when they were children and every day since.

“Good.” Katsuki places a chaste kiss to Izuku’s lips. Then bites his nose. “Now finish packing up, we leave in the morning.”

“Mean.” Izuku grouses, holding his nose but still smiling.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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Bright and early, Katsuki and Izuku head northeast, horses packed with their luggage (and, yes, some of the gifts too. Izuku insisted and Katsuki can never say no). They’re dressed comfortably for the warm weather.

What should’ve been half a day’s ride, takes almost the entire day. Izuku stopped to speak to every merchant, stable, and traveler on the road. Although Katsuki responds to delighted praises with grunts, he watches fondly as Izuku blushes and grins and shakes hands. He was truly the people’s sweetheart.

They enter the watery landscape, the lampposts marking the entrance to the domain. Katsuki watches Izuku shift in his saddle, mumbling to himself.

“Nervous?” Katsuki asks. When Izuku doesn’t answer, Katsuki continues. “Don’t be. You’ll be too distracted to worry about anything anyway.”

“Distracted?”

Kastuki just lifts a blond brow, staring down at his longtime friend, lover, his everything. Who really thought Katsuki couldn’t see right through him.

Izuku goes red immediately. “He’s just so big!” Izuku covers his face with his hands. “…and so nice….and big…”

Katsuki smirks. “You said that.”

The first time Katsuki had formally introduced Izuku to the Zora prince, he’d stood there with his mouth agape. Katsuki could relate. He wasn’t used to looking up very often, much less having his physical bulk matched.

Granted, the Zora were a large species by default, but Prince, no— King Kirishima Eijiro was slowly taking after the former King’s exceptionally large frame. A fact that they both liked very, very much. But…

“It’s been a whole ‘nother year and he’s just not getting the hint!”

…Eijiro was so incredibly, endearingly oblivious.

Katsuki cackles, shoulders shaking with the intensity of it. “What happened last time?”

Being the Champion was a busy job, being a ruler even more so. They didn’t get the chance to visit outside of Hyrule together very often. They flirted with the Zora prince together, or not at all. It’d been a year since the last time all five sages had gotten together and they were as unsuccessful then as they had been the year before that.

“When I tried to invite him out to a picnic with us, he seemed genuinely interested in Hylian cuisine…and I spoke for hours about it until we had to leave.” Izuku looks up at Katsuki, eyes watery. “Why am I like this?”

“You both get way too fuckin’ distracted, no wonder you haven’t gotten anywhere.” Katsuki snorts. “You sure you don’t want me to just ask him?”

Katsuki was, of course, closer relationship-wise to the Zora, having fought alongside him more than once. They were close, Katsuki silently pleased over Eijiro’s loud grins whenever they met up. Although Katsuki’s not-so-subtle skinship tended to go over the Zora’s head as well. Katsuki looked at the big man like he grew two heads more often than not. 

“No! We have to do this right!” Izuku pouts into the distance. “We woo him like gentlemen.”

“I don’t think desperately wanting Zora cock in you is very gentlemanly.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku goes red and covers his face, words muffled as he continues. “You know it’s not just t-that…he’s so nice…and polite…and honest. I really…like him”

Katsuki snorts softly and reaches over to ruffle Izuku’s green curls, heart clenching when Izuku leans into it with a soft noise. “I know. Me too. We’ll try it your way one last time. But,” Katsuki tightens his hold, forcing Izuku to look at him. “If it doesn’t work, we’re fucking cornering him, got it?”

Izuku moans out a soft, ‘y-yes’ and Katsuki lets go, smirking. “Good. We’re almost there, fix your face.”

Izuku shakes the dazed look from his eyes and wipes the little trail of drool that can be seen pooling on the corner of his lips. He straightens in his saddle, green eyes turning sharp in determination. “We can do this.”

Katsuki just grins in agreement.

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They arrive within the hour, Zora flocking to them with shouts of delight. They ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over the little trinkets Izuku presents to them, some even shaking his hand with tears in their eyes. Meanwhile, Katsuki is left to the devices of the little Zora children who pull and pinch at his clothing.

“Spin!” One says, which quickly prompts the other children to spew a chorus of that very word. Over…and over.

Katsuki, generous hero that he is, growls and pops a squat, arms held straight out. The children cheer and grab a hold of his biceps, two on each arm. They squeal as Katsuki stands, their legs kicking in the air. Once settled, Katsuki begins to spin in place. Fast.

The children scream with glee, urging Katsuki to go even faster, their little fingers beginning to slip. As always, Katsuki makes sure he’s near one of the many shallow pools around the domain. As the children fly off his arms, they land in the water in little laughing piles where they dart off to continue a different game.

“I’m amazed you are always willing to do that with them, friend!”

Katsuki and Izuku turn at the new, booming voice. Katsuki grins at Izuku’s immediate floundering as Eijiro walks over. He takes Katsuki’s hand and pumps it for all he’s worth.

“I’m so happy to see you both, it’s been too long!” Eijiro’s head fin wags wildly behind him as he takes in both hylians.

Katsuki just grunts in acknowledgement. Meanwhile, Izuku looks like he swallowed a restless cricket. Eijiro had turned and taken Izuku’s hand in his own (wow one can swallow up both of Izuku’s and isn’t that hot) and was placing a chaste kiss over his scarred knuckles.

“Your gifts to the Zora just about brought a tear to my eye, Highness, your kindness will be returned ten-fold, I swear it!” Eijiro thumps his chest with a wide, toothy grin.

“N-not necessary!” Izuku stammers, smiling in return. It was impossible not to.

Katsuki elbows Izuku in the ribs, giving him a meaningful look as he subtly nods his head in the Zora king’s direction. This is a good chance, stupid!

Always in tune, Izuku processes what Katsuki is hinting at immediately. He turns back to meet Eijiro’s slit-eyed gaze. “A-actually, how about you return the favor with a request?”

Eijiro blinks owlishly for a minute but is quick to place his hands on his hips and smile confidently. “Of course! You don’t even need to ask, anything for my most precious friends!”

Izuku clamps his hands. “Great! Maybe after the meeting?”

“Just say the word!”

“Right! We’ll be down after unpacking, we’ll meet you in the dining hall.”

Eijiro gives them both one last embrace and waves them off, cheerful as ever.

The pair make their way to the guest rooms, Katsuki looking down at his fidgeting ruler. “Do you actually have a plan or are you ju-”

“I’m winging it, Kacchan please help me.”

Katsuki cackles and gives Izuku a pat on the back hard enough to cause him to stumble. “You’re so goddamn dumb, how did I get so lucky?”

Izuku glares, although it’s about as threatening as a rabbit. “Only you would make that sound endearing.”

“You love me for it.”

“Unfortunately.”

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“I’m not wearing that.”

“Why not, he’d love it. Hylia knows I sure as fuck do.”

“Not in front of everyone!”

“Riju won’t be dressed any different, what’s the big deal?” Katsuki scoffs, holding up the lacy green desert outfit he’d worn to get into the all-female city.

Izuku is perched on the edge of their bed, clutching a plethora of clothes he couldn’t decide on to his chest.

“It’s so revealing!”

“Sweetheart, Zora don’t even wear clothes.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Isn’t it?” Katsuki steps closer, shoving his way between Izuku’s legs and caging him in. “Don’t you want those huge, curious hands touching you all over? Wanting to know how the fabric feels…how you put it on….or take it off?”

Izuku whimpers, eyes glazing immediately at the fantasy Katsuki paints. “I…”

“He probably wouldn’t even realize that his genuine, innocent touches are turning you on, would he?” Katsuki continues, pressing his lips to Izuku’s pointed ear. “He’ll just flash those stupid, sharp teeth at you and have you soaked immediately.”

Katsuki can feel Izuku shudder beneath the hands he’s placed on slim hips, chuckling at Izuku’s breathless retort.

“Y-you’re not any better …”

“No.” Katsuki agrees. “Idiot licks his lips and one look at that forked tongue has me bricked the fuck up.”

Izuku giggles, squeezing his legs around Katsuki’s hips. “Is that why you wouldn’t stand up during the last dinner?”

Katsuki groans and drops his head to Izuku’s shoulder, gnawing playfully. “Shut up.”

“ ’My back hurts, I’m just gonna sit a little longer.’ ” Izuku says in a deep voice, eyebrows furrowed to mimic Katsuki’s signature scowl.

Katsuki bites a little harder, pulling a yelp from the smaller man. “Keep testing me.”

Izuku laughs. “Ok Kacchan.”

Izuku wraps his arms around Katsuki’s shoulders, pulling Katsuki down on top of him. It’s a little awkward with the clothes between them so Katsuki takes a moment to lift, shove them out of the way, and continue to squeeze the air out of Izuku with his weight.

They lay there in silence for a moment, Katsuki breathing in Izuku’s warm skin while scarred fingers card through his hair. They don’t get to relax often, get to just…be together in comfortable silence. There’s always somewhere they gotta be and sometimes, that just has to wait. Softly, as if it’s not a reflection of Izuku’s inner turmoil, Izuku asks.

“What if he says no?”

Katsuki doesn’t snort a doubtful noise because he knows it’s not what Izuku needs right now. Izuku loves Katsuki’s brashness and unapologetic opinions, but he loves Katsuki’s ability to be gentle. Just for him.

So Katsuki hums against Izuku’s pulse instead and waits for him to continue.

“What if…this hurts our friendship? It’s one thing if it’s me, but he’s Kacchan’s friend too. Oh Hylia, what if he never wants to speak to us again, this could damage our political relations, not to mention trade—”

“Hey.” Katsuki has risen to his elbows high enough to bonk Izuku on the head, effectively ceasing his rambling. “Do you really think he’s like that?”

Izuku’s lip wobbles.

“Do you really think he wouldn’t bend over backwards for you, for us? I’m sure if rejection ever crossed his mind, he’d be such a sap about it you would think you rejected him.”

Izuku cracks a smile at that. “He really would, wouldn’t he?”

Katsuki smiles back, small and genuine and just for Izuku. Katsuki kisses the little red mark he left on Izuku’s lightly freckled forehead, affection washing over him when Izuku sighs a reassured, happy sound.

“One step at a time, Izuku, alright?”

“Yes, Kacchan.”

“Good. Let’s go eat raw fish and mingle with politicians.”

Izuku’s face scrunches. “Why did you remind me...”

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Izuku spends the evening trying not to pass out or alert every Zora in a five foot vicinity that he very much wants their king carnally. Katsuki gives him one teasing look and he immediately knows he’s in for a long night.

“You do our desert wear justice, if I do say so myself!” Riju calls from her spot at the table when Izuku and Katsuki walk in. “Excellent choice!”

“O-oh, t-thank you.” Izuku flushes under the praise, resisting the urge to wring the fabric beneath his fingers. “Kacchan picked it.”

“He was right to do so!” She hiccups, raising her wine glass with a knowing grin.

“Oh!” Eijiro’s voice rings from the other side of the room and it takes everything in Izuku not to bolt. “Gerudo garb! I’ve never seen it up close!”

Izuku freezes in place because otherwise he’d melt into the floor as Eijiro, in all his finery, is leaning down into Izuku space. He smells like a storm, lighting and rain, and his eyes are traveling all over Izuku.

“Here,” Katsuki says helpfully, clasping Izuku’s hand and slowly spinning Izuku in place. Izuku wants to die, but he’s also soaring, face red and mind somewhere behind the clouds.

“Stunning.” Eijiro smiles.

“Isn’t it?” Katsuki shoots back, red eyes locked with the Zora’s, the double meaning loud and clear in his tone. Izuku holds his breath.

“Yes! The craftsmanship is so well done, the detail put into every piece is incredible, how amazing! I should ask Riju where their cloth is refined.” Eijiro claps his hands, the sparkle in his eyes damn near blinding.

Izuku hopes the sigh he lets out isn’t as disappointed as it sounds in his ears.

Food is placed all along the dining table as Zora, Gerudo Goron, and Rito representatives chatter amongst themselves. Izuku engages as he should but picks at his plate sullenly. Eijiro talks amiably with Katsuki (if grunts of acknowledgment on Katsuki’s side count), his excited tone bringing a smile to Izuku’s lips. He really was a huge ball of sunshine.

Then, Katsuki compliments Eijiro on his growth, which immediately prompts the Zora to stand and flex in different angles for the next ten minutes. Katsuki stares stone-faced while Izuku’s eyes glaze over. They have never loved the color red more.

Eijiro gets a fish bone stuck in his teeth and tries to subtly fish it out with tongue and claw. Large teeth exposed behind a curled lip and Katsuki is cursing lowly in his seat while Izuku chokes on his water.

“So, Tulian tells me he saw an interesting photo when he last paid you a visit. I’d love to know more about it.”

“I..um, huh?” Izuku snaps his eyes to Riju, squirming at the way her painted lips curl in a suspicious smirk.

“The painting in your house.” She repeats.

Izuku thinks back to the giant, framed image of Katsuki on Eijiro’s back, their skin wet with the spring water they popped out of. Izuku stares at it at least five times a day, sighing dreamily when no one is around. His eyes flick to Eijiro sitting right there, pretty shark eyes boring into him with interest and Izuku promptly says—

“What painting?”

Like he didn’t know what in Hylia Riju was talking about. She knew it too, with the way it looked like she was seconds away from cackling like a madwoman. She lifts a bracelet clad arm and makes a waving motion towards the back of the room.

There’s a gust of wind and a familiar chirp, and suddenly Tulian is perched right between Izuku and Katsuki. “Hi, guys!”

Izuku can’t help but flick his gaze between Riju’s grinning face and the literal incarnation of sweetness that is the Rito Sage.

“G-good to see you, Tulian.” Izuku smiles, praying that Riju keeps whatever she plans on saying to herself. He doesn’t have much hope.

“Likewise Highness! I feel like it’s been forever since I stopped by to see you both!” Tulian spins in place like the delight he is, eyes big and sparkling.

“Yes, speaking of that, little bird,” Riju starts.

“Please stop asking about the painting!” Izuku blurts, burying his face in his hands, red as a radish.

“Oh! Are you talking about the reference photo?” Eijiro finally chirps in, fists on hips as he’s prone to do when excited.

“Reference?” Izuku peeks through his fingers.

“Yes! For the statue I asked to be placed at the domain square!”

Izuku thinks back on the incredibly detailed stone figure of Katsuki and Eijiro that was placed there after the defeat of Calamity Ganon. He does see the resemblance now actually, how did he never put two and two together? Of course Eijiro would have the same refined taste as Izuku when it came to Katsuki.

“Yeeeah,” Riju says drily, eyeing Eijiro with clear judgment in her green eyes. “I hope you know that statue makes everybody really—”

“Proud!” Izuku interrupts, waving his hands wildly at Riju to politely tell her to shut up. “It fills us all with pride!”

“That’s not the word I’d use but ok.” She deadpans.

“Yeah! I like the colors of the painting a lot better! Although I don’t think I like it enough to stare at it for a couple hours like his highness, Izuku, sorry!” Tulian announces like he didn’t just make Izuku want to crawl into a Bokoblin nest and ask to be hit over the head.

All eyes swivel in Izuku’s direction, minus Katsuki who is hunched over trying not to burst his appendix or whatever from laughing so hard. Tulian is smiling innocently, looking back and forth between everyone. Eijiro looks like he’s about to burst out in overly joyous tears, and Riju…

“I think you were definitely full of something, alright.” She leers, wiggling her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

“Please-!” Izuku wails as he hides himself with his arms over his entire head, upper body blushing so hard that heat radiates out at least a foot from his body. He can never look Eijiro in the eye again! Which is a shame because he really, really likes watching the way they contract with emotion and—

Then he’s being pulled into a tight hug, Eijiro’s rumbling laughter vibrating through his chest and straight into Izuku’s skull. Breathless and swooning, Izuku is spun in a tight circle.

“You are truly the greatest friend anyone, Zora or otherwise, could ever ask for!”

“I am?” He wheezes, brain already leaking out of his skull with his face against Eijiro’s perfectly sculpted chest. He could die right here, be reborn, and die again. It’s over too soon however, as he’s placed back on the ground, Eijiro’s big hands swallowing his shoulders.

“You doubt me?” His pretty shark eyes are big and imploring.

“N-no! Never!” Izuku squeaks, going red at the Zora’s proximity. Sharp teeth flash and Izuku just about faints on the spot his blood rushes south so fast.

“You should tell him about your room!” Tulian suddenly shouts. Izuku has never regretted giving him a tour until today.

“Oh?” Eijiro says, leaning in closer with a curious tilt of his head. Izuku immediately explodes.

“Whaaa!! Please forget it!” Then he literally freezes everyone in the room, rips Katsuki’s sheikah slate from his waist and beams himself to a shrine in the cliffs.

The minute he’s gone, everyone unfreezes and is left confused. Katsuki snickers quietly and grabs Eijiro by the wrist. “I know where he went.”

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Izuku sits in the grass, knees to his chest, plucking at flowers. He’s scolding himself for being so dramatic but still can’t bring himself to stand up and go back to the Domain. He’s not ashamed to be proud of both Katsuki and Eijiro and their accomplishments. They were amazing heroes. It was telling everyone but Eijiro exactly how he feels that had him pouting like a shy child.

Sulking to himself, he doesn’t notice when Katsuki and Eijiro walk up to him until Katsuki is pushing the Zora to sit next to Izuku in the grass. Izuku startles and looks up at Katsuki looming over them both with his arms crossed. He raises one blond brow.

Eijiro clears his throat. “Forgive me for making you uncomfortable, your Highness.”

Izuku’s jaw drops. “What? No! That wasn’t—”

“You’re still royalty in your own right and I should refrain from being so familiar with you.” Eijiro is the very image of a kicked puppy and Izuku’s heart clenches in his chest. Izuku looks to Katsuki for something, but he just inspects his nails with a bored look.

Eijiro continues. “I swear, I’ll never touch you—”

Izuku scrambles to his feet. Eye level with Eijiro, he grabs his face without thinking. Eijiro’s ramble cuts off as his eyes widen in surprise. Izuku looks at Katsuki one last time, taking comfort in the encouraging grin he gets from his Champion. Then, softly, so softly, he presses his lips to Eijiro’s.

“I like you.” He whispers when he pulls away, smiling at Eijiro’s shocked expression. Affection bleeds into his words as the Zora slowly turns blue with his blush. “We like you. If I couldn’t touch you, I think my heart would break.”

“We…?” Eijiro croaks. His hands tremble over Izuku’s waist, hesitant to grab and pull the small Hylian closer. He looks to Katsuki.

“Yeah, we, you idiot. Ain’t no way I’d let Deku have you all to himself.”

Eijiro’s eyes water. He looks between the Hylians. He still hasn’t closed the distance but he hasn’t pulled away either. “Am I dreaming?”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. He finally steps closer and shoves Izuku into Eijiro’s lap. He eyes the Zora as he murmurs into Izuku’s ear. “Again. I don’t think he’s getting it.”

Izuku whines softly and surges forward, pressing his mouth to Eijiro’s once more. This time, Eijiro’s clawed hands circle Izuku’s waist to press them together desperately. Katsuki hums, pleased. He curls fingers into Izuku’s hair and pulls.  

“Taste him.” He commands.

It’s hard to tell who he’s speaking to, but it doesn’t matter. Izuku gasps and Eijiro moans at the sound, tongue darting out to eat it up. Shyly, hesitantly, he licks into Izuku’s mouth. Circles his flat teeth and eager tongue. Izuku trembles. It’s good, so good but—

Katsuki tugs at Izuku again, pulling him away. The disappointed noise he makes is cut off when Katsuki devours his mouth in Eijiro’s place. Red eyes lock with red as Katsuki shows Eijiro exactly how to turn Izuku into jelly. He bites Izuku’s bottom lip, fucks his tongue inside, and sucks the spit straight out. Eijiro’s eyes have long since glazed over.

Finally, once Izuku is a shaking mess, he releases him. He turns to Eijiro in challenge. He stares at the Zora as if asking ‘want some?’ Eijiro is quick to open his mouth and offer his forked tongue. Katsuki smirks and leans over. Slowly, deliberately, he allows the gathered drool in his mouth to spill onto Eijiro’s waiting tongue.

Beneath them, Izuku watches with rapt attention. Growing hot with every bob of Eijiro’s throat as he swallows the mix of Izuku and Katsuki. Mesmerized, Izuku can’t help but rut gently in the King’s lap. He outright whimpers when Eijiro and Katsuki’s tongues meet as they look at him, burning gazes lighting him up from the inside.

The moment passes when Eijiro chuckles, blush a pretty blue on his cheeks. “I guess it’s safe to admit that I’m in love with you both?”

Izuku blinks in surprise and Katsuki outright sputters. “Were you just acting dumb this whole time?”

Eijiro pets Izuku’s sides sheepishly. “Yes and no. I really tricked myself into thinking that all Hylians were…well…you know.”

“Horny bastards?”

Izuku laughs and Eijiro turns a darker blue. “No! Just, I don’t know, touchy? Affectionate? There was no way you two would be…”

“How many Hylians do you know? Like, really know?” Izuku asks. The words come out breathier than intended, Eijiro’s hands being quite the distraction.

Eijiro plucks at Izuku’s belt, pinches the cloth between his fingers. “…just you two.”

Katsuki smacks his forehead as Izuku blurts, “…that explains a lot.”

Izuku and Eijiro laugh as Katsuki mutters up at the sky. They really should have just outright asked rather than rely on Eijiro understanding their terrible attempts at flirting.

“So.” Katsuki starts once more, face serious as he addresses Eijiro. “To be clear. We want you. Not just in this sense, but romantically. The sappy shit. If this is something that’ll affect political re—”

“It won’t.” Eijiro interrupts, reaching out to pull Katsuki in by his shirt front. Their lips meet again and that’s that.

Its teeth and tongue. When Eijiro accidentally draws blood, Katsuki is quick to keep Eijiro from pulling away with worry, groaning into the kiss instead. Izuku watches those shark eyes dilate in real time and moans softly, drawing the two’s attention. Katsuki grins and moves to kneel behind Izuku.

“So,” he says casually, taking Izuku’s elbows in his palms and lifting Izuku’s arms. Exposed to Eijiro’s hooded gaze, Izuku blushes from head to toe. “What did you really think of the outfit we chose for you?”

Dazed and tongue-tied Eijiro simply lifts a hand, tugs Izuku’s tiny top to the side, and presses a claw into his pretty, pebbled nipple. Izuku arches into it with a gasp, legs spreading unconsciously. Eijiro freezes for a second and looks to Katsuki.

“Keep going.” He encourages with a wolfish grin.

Taking a shaky breath, Eijiro rips the fabric away, watching Izuku’s freckled chest rise and fall with increasing speed. He looks at Izuku. Bottom lip red and swollen beneath his front teeth, Izuku gives a single nod. Permission granted, Eijiro surges forward.

Katsuki keeps Izuku in place as Eijiro laps and nibbles across his chest. Izuku whines and gasps when claws lightly scrape across his skin. Moans when forked tongue and sharp teeth tenderly abuse his nipples, chest, and neck. He shakes with every whisper Katsuki places in his ear.

“How long have you fantasized about this, Your Highness?” He mocks, making sure Izuku reaches back to lock his hands around Katsuki’s neck. “Wanted to be eaten that badly?”

Eijiro murmurs something unintelligible to that but doesn’t interrupt. He locks eyes with Izuku as he answers. “Y-yes.”

“Wanted him to touch you…”

Izuku flushes.

“…taste you…”

He whines softly.

“…fuck you.”

Izuku moans and ruts in Eijiro’s lap, crying out when Eijiro bucks up in turn. Katsuki laughs and wraps his hands around Izuku’s hips, sliding down, down until he’s cupping between his shaking thighs. He circles Izuku’s clit feather soft with one hand and pets over Eijiro’s leaking slit with the other. Eijiro sucks in a breath.

Katsuki bites at Izuku’s shoulder, drawing Eijiro’s attention. “His Highness here has cum to the thought of your fat cock in him more times than I can count, did you know that?”

“K-Kacchan!”

Katsuki shushes him when Eijiro’s mumble goes unheard. “What?”

Eijiro clears his throat. “C-cocks. U-um, plural.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows hit his hairline just as Izuku squeaks. “Two?”

“For, um, effective b-breeding.”

Izuku makes a strangled noise that Katsuki files away for later.

“Well, fuck.” Katsuki recovers first, looking over Izuku’s shoulder. He presses his thumb a little harder against Eijiro’s slit, humming at the way slick drools out. He dips his thumb inside, pulling the skin apart gently. Something blue begins to peek out.

Eijiro is looking away shyly, Izuku is mumbling up a storm, and Katsuki is having the time of his life. His mouth waters as Eijiro’s cocks slowly unfurl from their confines, thick, wet, and easily half the size of Izuku’s torso. In sync, Katsuki and Izuku each slowly wrap a hand around a cock. Eijiro shudders violently beneath them.

“Wow.” Izuku mutters, eyes half lidded as he gives an experimental pump.

“Fuck.” Katsuki grins, eyeing the sheer amount of pre that is drawn out. “I don’t think we practiced enough for this Deku.”

Eijiro whips his head toward Katsuki, mouth open and closing in shock. “P-practiced?”

Katsuki hums in confirmation but doesn’t elaborate. Instead, he brings his soaked hand up for a taste, first for himself, then Izuku. He revels in Eijiro’s growl as Izuku swirls his tongue around Katsuki’s fingers. Katsuki makes a thoughtful noise.

“…wanna see?” He asks casually. Izuku stiffens and Eijiro’s eyes go wide. “See how we trained His Highness’ pussy to wring out cum?”

He doesn’t give either of them a chance to answer. Before either of them could restart their brains, Katsuki is already gathering more of Eijiro’s slick with a pump and ripping Izuku’s flimsy bottoms aside. Then he’s pressing two fingers inside Izuku. That rips a wail of pleasure from his Sage and all Eijiro can do is watch.

“Goddamn Izuku, did you just fucking cum?”

Izuku slurs something as he goes limp in Katsuki’s arms, legs spreading wider for Eijiro to see. His face is wet with tears, inner thighs just as messy. Still, green eyes devour the big, blue cocks in front of him. Katsuki chuckles meanly as he addresses Eijiro.

“Look at him.” He rasps, as if Eijiro wasn’t already doing that. Katsuki pumps his fingers in and out of Izuku’s pliant cunt, spreading his fingers wide. “I can fit my whole fucking fist in here and he’ll still beg for more.”

Eijiro bucks up, placing his hands on Izuku’s hips to grind his little body against him. Katsuki fits another finger inside, then another. Until Izuku’s pretty, pink insides are gaping wide. Izuku‘s a babbling mess between them, slick pouring out of him invitingly.

“Please please please, I—” Izuku gasps, his fingers pulling at Katsuki’s hair to keep them in place. “I want it, I want his cock so bad-!”

“See?” Katsuki grins.

Then he stands, bringing Izuku with him. Eijiro watches feverishly as Katsuki positions Izuku above one of his cocks, watching the slick drool out and drip down and mix with Eijiro’s leaking pre. He cocks an eyebrow at the Zora King.

Eijiro swallows hard. “What if I…”

“Y-you won’t hurt me.” Izuku stutters out. “Kacchan is here.”

Eijiro only hesitates for a second. His trust in Katsuki just as great as Izuku’s. Katsuki almost wants to laugh at the serious little nod of acceptance that Eijiro gives him. As endearing as ever. There’s an affection that swells in his chest, one that he’ll deny to anyone else.

So, he watches Eijiro’s face as he lowers Izuku onto his waiting cock. Thin at the tip, it slides into Izuku easily.

“A-ah….” Izuku moans. “I-it’s almost cold. F-feels…good…”

Eijiro looks like he’s trying not to bury himself in Izuku. Face pinched and sweat at his temple. Katsuki can relate. “Y-you’re so w-warm.”

Katsuki keeps going. They watch Izuku’s cunt stretch around Eijiro’s increasing girth, slick pouring out with every ridge that inches inside. Both men shake as Katsuki holds Izuku in place, inches from bottoming out.

“Fuck fuck…” Katsuki curses to himself, hard and aching in his own pants. Izuku’s soft tummy is bulging and Katsuki is moments away from busting right then and there.

Izuku is shaking, moaning, bucking. “Big…”

Eijiro is growling low in his throat and bruising his fingers into Izuku’s hips. “…tight.”

“Can you keep going? Want to have his cock break you in half?” Katsuki whispers into Izuku’s ear, already knowing the answer.

“Yes!” he cries out. “I-I want it…”

“Want what?” Katsuki drops Izuku a little lower, rutting his cock against Izuku’s ass. “Want to be stuffed? Bred?”

Katsuki allows Eijiro to pull Izuku down the rest of the way when Izuku moans loudly at the question. The meaning of his reaction is clear to both of them and, fuck, is that a different kind of hot.

“IzukuIzukuIzuku—!” Eijiro chants, hooking his chin over his freckled shoulder.

Katsuki smirks at the overwhelmed look on Eijiro’s face. Flushed blue and panting, his eyes are so blown out they’re black.

“Go on then,” Katsuki smirks, leaning back to take it all in. “Breed him.”

Eijiro doesn’t waste time. He sits up, easily pumping Izuku onto his cock with the hold he has around his middle. His wails come out punted and broken as each thrust forces the air from his lungs.

Not a minute later, Katsuki is pumping his cock in time with Izuku’s bouncing frame, red eyes locked with Eijiro. Eijiro fucks Izuku like the beast he is all while zoning in on Katsuki’s hand sliding in the pre Katsuki squeezes out. He sticks his forked tongue out in silent plea.

A plea Katsuki could never say no to. He steps a little closer and groans long and deep as Eijiro’s tongue wraps around him with unexpected flexibility.

“Greedy.” Katsuki grunts breathlessly, petting one of Eijiro’s head fins. “Your cock in a tight, wet hole not enough for you? Gotta have the taste of my cock too?”

Eijro moans around him, drool dripping from his chin as his eyes glaze over.

“Gonna pump my queen with your Zora cum, Eijiro? Fill him up with your babies?” He taunts.

Eijiro growls something predatory with every word. Izuku sounds about as fucked up as he looks. His front smeared with the pre of Eijiro’s unburied cock, face a mess of snot and tears and drool.

“C’mon then, S-Sage of Water.” Katsuki groans, warmth pulling in his belly and lifting his balls. “Fuck him full of cum.”

Eijiro lifts his head in a snarl, fucking into Izuku for all he’s worth. Izuku, unseeing and drowning in ecstasy, screams his release.

“Ah-ah, I-I’m cumming! I’m cummingI’mcumming—!” His tummy begins to expand as Eijiro cums alongside him.

Even with the blinding release of orgasm, Eijiro still considers Izuku’s well-being. He fights his instinct to really breed Izuku, instead pulling Izuku up and off, spilling all over Izuku’s twitching body instead. Which might have been a good thing. It’s more cum than Katsuki has ever seen in his life. Still, Katsuki hasn’t cum yet.

He pulls Izuku out of Eijiro’s lap, setting him on the grass. “Hands and knees, Izuku.”

Izuku doesn’t need to be told twice. Dazed but still lucid, he places shaking hands into soft dirt and lifts his ass. Katsuki hums, pleased. He kneels behind Izuku and bends over his back to say: “Why don’t you thank Eijiro for filling you up so well?”

Izuku nods drunkenly, looking up at Eijiro still sprawled in front of them. “I want you in my mouth…please.”

Eijiro doesn’t pause to consider this time, eager to do as asked. Like the stupidly cute dork he is, he kneels in front of Izuku like he’s introducing himself for the first time. His untouched cock bobs in front of Izuku and Katsuki snorts at the conflicting imagery. Fuck, he loved them. He could unwrap that later. He had something to take care of first.

Izuku wheezes out a moan as Katsuki’s hands enclose around his abused hips and ruts his cock between Izuku’s cum soaked pussy lips. “Fuck, you’re a mess.”

Katsuki, unwilling to plug up Izuku’s beautiful, wrecked cunt just yet, presses his cockhead against Izuku’s asshole instead. Smearing Eijiro’s cum around and around. He looks up in time to watch Izuku take Eijiro’s giant cock in hand and lick from bottom to top. Well, as far up as Izuku could get with Eijiro’s cock straight up. Izuku would have to stand to reach it all properly.

Eijiro tilts back to accommodate. Izuku wraps his lips around the tapered head. Katsuki fucks his cock inside in one smooth motion. Katsuki groans in relief, Izuku chokes on the cock in his mouth with a moan, and Eijiro locks a fist into Izuku’s hair with a hiss.

Izuku hangs between them, Katsuki pulls out and Eijiro fucks in. Sometimes, Katsuki is kind enough to grind his cock inside languidly as he watches Eijiro’s cock stretch Izuku’s throat. Sometimes he just fucks and fucks with stunted growls and leaves Izuku blabbering against the cock pressed to his weeping face.

“K-Kacchan–! Full full, I’m so full, please-!” He moans, one hand clutching the bulge of his belly as Katsuki fucks out cum with every thrust.

“So pretty…” Eijiro breathes out, claws loosely circling around Izuku’s neck. He watches Izuku’s fucked out face and strokes himself. “You’re doing so good.”

Izuku sniffles at the praise, tightening around Katsuki hard enough to cause the man to curse behind him. “I’m…I’m gonna-!”

Eijiro coaxes his cock back into Izuku’s panting mouth. “Together.”

“S-sap.” Katsuki stutters, but he’s close too so he can’t say much. Not with Izuku squeezing his cock and choking on another. Not when Eijiro’s black gaze is fixed on him in predatory challenge. Fuck. Fuck!

Then his hips are pressed flush against Izuku’s ass as he cums deep inside, moaning alongside his friend, his lovers, as they cum harder than they thought possible. Distantly he hears Izuku’s wanton gurgling and Eijiro’s reverent praise.

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The setting sun is warm on their skin as their bodies cool and their breathing slows to comfortable levels. If they ignore the sheer amount of fluids on and around them, it’s weirdly nice to lay there in a tangled mess of limbs.

Izuku is the one to break the silence with a yawn. “Think they’ll notice?”

Katsuki snorts. “I’m sure Riju is already collecting her bets.”

“Ah. My father as well.” Eijiro chimes in. Both Hylians look in his direction with varying expressions of incredulity. “Did I not mention that my father expressed his suspicions to the entire Domain?” 

Izuku goes red, hiding his face in the grass. “Oh noo…” He muffles. “I’m so embarrassed.”

Katsuki squints at Eijiro. “When did he do this, exactly?”

Eijiro scratches at his chin thoughtfully. “The gathering last year?”

“Last year?” Izuku squeaks.

“And you still didn’t pick up on the hints?” Katsuki’s eye twitches as he stands. “I knew we should’ve just jumped you from the beginning.”

Eijiro chuckles nervously as Katsuki moves closer. He picks up Izuku’s muttering form like a sack of vegetables and slowly begins to back away to the shallow waters they’d passed earlier. 

“This is not wooing him like gentlemen, Kacchan.” Izuku says mournfully from where he’s tucked beneath Eijiro’s arm.

“No, but I’m gonna knock some sense into him like one.”

Then Eijro is taking off with that loud, booming laughter of his, apologizing all the way down to the water. They have never been happier.