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“Shou?”
Izuku hurriedly kicks off his shoes in the genkan. He doesn’t bother to line them up, even though he knows it bothers his boyfriend when things are out of place. He shrugs off his coat and tosses it, barely getting it on the hook before barreling through the house.
Katsuki hadn’t told him over the phone what had happened, only that Shouto had been part of a quirk mishap. He’d had to reassure himself the entire drive home that if it had really been something serious, someone would have told him. Instead, Denki had just chuckled in the background and told him to have fun.
Izuku isn’t having fun.
He checks the house room by room, starting with the kitchen where Shouto would normally be after patrol. He’s usually just starting supper and hollering at him to wash his hands and then come help chop the vegetables. Now, it stands deserted – grocery bags still sitting on the counter. It’s proof that Shouto had made it home, but that’s little comfort to him until he sees his boyfriend. Izuku checks their training room-slash-office, and then the bathroom before calling out louder to his boyfriend again. “Shou?!”
“In here.” Shouto’s voice is muffled and comes from somewhere off to his left. “They told you I’m fine, right? Just a little quirk mishap.”
Izuku races down the hall but freezes just outside the bedroom door. He reminds himself, again, that whatever lies beyond that door is only temporary and it can’t be that bad or they would have told him. Shouto isn’t hurt and that’s what matters.
“Can’t be worse than the time he sprouted mucus membranes from his neck.” Izuku rests his head against the door and mumbles quietly to himself for a few moments more before opening it.
He’s not sure what he was prepared for, but it definitely wasn’t his boyfriend standing completely naked, looking mostly normal – happy even – with a small, shy smile on his face. Izuku looks him up and down, searching for any sign of injury and finding only one thing odd. Shouto’s normally peppermint colored hair is completely red and his heterochromatic eyes both now the same bright cerulean color.
“You look so worried, Izuku. Are you okay?” Shouto’s voice comes from behind Izuku and when he turns, he finds himself staring at another version of Shouto.
One with snow white hair and grey eyes. Like the other one, he’s completely naked. A small, amused smile graces his face as he leans in and kisses Izuku’s cheek. While he’s thoroughly distracted, the other Shouto crosses the room and wraps warm arms around him. Fingers trail up under Izuku’s shirt to tease along the plane of his stomach.
Izuku’s gaze flits back and forth between the two men and then he reaches out to touch them both. One cold. One hot. Both of them staring at him expectantly. His mind is already racing with questions. Do they share thoughts? That wouldn’t make sense… Is one controlling the other? Not likely, but possible… Is anything more than just his quirk split? Oh gods, is one evil… He’s still mumbling the questions out loud, rapid-firing them one after another while he thinks through potential answers on his own until warm hands cup his face and drag his gaze upward.
“They said…” Izuku trails off as Shouto kisses him again.
He’s fine. Just… have fun, nerd.
The two men move in tandem, guiding Izuku farther into the room, and stripping him of his clothes as they go. The hands on his chest are hot, much warmer than Shouto normally is while the lips kissing the nape of his neck are cold. They touch him and drag his hands up to touch them.
Four hands all touching him at once, as if they really are sharing their thoughts. Hot. Cold. Kisses and gentle caresses, so much like his Shouto. And yet…
Izuku looks first at the Shouto behind him and then at the one in front. “Is it really you?”
“I’m fine. I’m real.” Warm hands caress his face before Shouto kneels down and squeezes plush thighs. “It’s just a quirk. They said it’ll wear off sometime tomorrow.”
“We shouldn’t waste an opportunity like this, should we?” Cold lips are working their way down his spine before nipping at the curve of his ass. He can feel cold lips pulling up into a grin against his skin. “There’s so much you could learn about this quirk, after all.”
Warm breath ghosts over his mound, teasing heat against the swell of his clit while hot fingers slip between his thighs. Four hands are exploring his body, touching and squeezing, kneading soft, muscular flesh and then suddenly both of the men’s hands are flat on their thighs. They’re looking up at him expectantly, reverently – just like Shouto always does.
“We can stop if you want us to.”
“We only want this if you do.”
Izuku gazes down at both men before carding his fingers through red and white hair. While he’d never wanted to be with anyone else, he can’t deny the rush he’d felt when he sometimes watched porn. Two men stuffing some pretty boy’s holes and filling him full of cum until he was dripping.
Of course, he hadn’t watched porn for years now, hadn’t even thought about that fantasy since well before he’d started dating Shouto but, gods, he can feel his pussy clenching at the thought. This could be my only chance…
Izuku bites his lip in contemplation before curling his fingers in his lovers’ hair and drawing both men closer to him. It’s all the permission the Shouto in front of him needs to hook a leg over his shoulder and bury his sweltering tongue deep into Izuku’s cunt. Cold hands pull him open, exposing his tight, puckered hole to then probing it deep with a cold tongue.
“Ah!” Izuku squeaks in surprise as he’s thrown off balance and teased. His fingers dig into the muscular shoulders of both men.
“Mmmm…” The Shouto in front of him licks a broad strip up Izuku’s folds before sucking teasingly on his clit. “We got you, love.”
They hold him steady, teasing him – a warm, wet finger joining the cold tongue in his ass to help stretch him. They lick and suck, pulling on his clit with cold fingers and reaching up to pinch and roll hard, sensitive nipples. Hot. Cold. Hot. How do they move so well together? They’re both varying their temperatures, mouths and fingers growing colder and hotter at will and pulling small huffs of pleasure out of him with each new sensation. Never knowing what each new touch will bring… It’s all so wonderfully overwhelming.
“Shou, I’m gonna– ah! ‘M gonna cum!” Izuku can feel his legs starting to tremble, but both men just push him harder – thrusting their tongues and fingers deeper, curling them inside him and tugging on his rim, sucking his clit hard and fast until he’s finally pushed over the edge.
Izuku’s orgasm rips through him like lightning, making his whole body tense and shake. His fingers twist in red hair as he curls over his lover and moans against him. They both work him diligently through his orgasm before making their way up his body. They lick the sweat from his skin, nipping and sucking deep purple marks on his skin as they go. Colder. Hotter. Colder again. All moving over new spots on his skin before they cup his face and take turns kissing him deeply.
His legs feel weak, but the arms that wrap around his thighs and hoist him up are strong. His back is pressed to Shouto’s warm chest just before an icy prick is shoved deep into his cunt.
“Fuck! Shou! Fu– fuck!” Izuku’s back bows at the sensation and he swears that his breath frosts in the air as he exhales. “S’cold.”
“Cold?” A hot tongue trails up the back of his neck. “You like that, baby? Want him to make it colder?”
Izuku contemplates it for only a moment before nodding and letting his head fall back so he can truly sink into the feeling of that frigid cock pounding his cunt. It squelches obscenely in his slick, echoing loudly between Shouto’s heavy, panted breaths. They’ve played with temperature before, but he’s never had something this cold inside of him. It makes his pussy clench and flutter and sends shivers up and down his skin.
Shouto fucks him harder, faster, until Izuku is squealing out his second orgasm. He buries his face against Shouto’s neck and moans as the cock inside him continues to move. His body tries to arch, but they hold him still as the cock inside him slows to a steady, languid rhythm. Cool fingers are still rubbing slow circles over his sensitive clit when warm ones cup his ass and spread him.
Shouto teases him, rutting the hot length of his cock between his cheeks a few times, letting it catch and pop off his rim before slowly pressing in. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, love.”
“Hnnhh…” Izuku moans against frosty skin as he’s slowly stretched and filled.
His lover’s cock is so hot, like a fire burning inside him, but he doesn’t even think about whether or not his body can handle the heat. Shouto would never hurt me. They’re both so gentle, kissing him and petting his back, cooing at him and telling him how good he’s doing.
They’re so sweet, but all he can focus on is that thick, impossibly hot cock sinking deep inside him. By the time Shouto gets fully seated, Izuku is panting and breathless. His entire body feels like a live wire, stretched thin and stuffed impossibly full and when they finally start to move it drags another high-pitched keen from his lips.
“Look how fucked out he is already, Shou.” His chin is grabbed and tilted so they can admire his blown pupils and hazy gaze. His mouth hangs slack, soft little pants forced out with each harsh thrust of their cocks. “Think he can cum again?”
“Mmm…” Shouto purrs, warm breath ghosting along the shell of his ear before trailing a hand down his chest to pinch at one neglected nipple. “I think he can give us two.”
“I think he’ll even squirt for us this time.”
They fuck him hard and fast, moving perfectly in sync with each other, to keep him full and pliant. Soft lips and sharp teeth vie for purchase over sweat-slicked skin as they moan against him. They tug and rub his clit – hot then cold then hot again – fingers insistently circling the already swollen and throbbing bud.
“Please, Shou! Please, please, please…” Izuku’s voice is a desperate whine, barely audible over the sounds of their slapping flesh and squelching slick.
Tears begin to stream down his face as he begs and pleads. He clutches tightly to the man in front of him as he cums, but they still don’t stop. His mind is fuzzy a mess, disjointed thoughts floating above it all as they hold his body and use him. Somehow, he’s still so sensitive, feeling every pulse and twitch of their cocks inside him, feeling every slight change in temperature as they tease him. It’s too much.
“No more. I can’t…” His voice cuts out with a small, choked-out sob as his head falls back. His arms feel heavy, hands uncooperative as he grabs uselessly at the fingers still teasing his clit.
“Shhh….” Shouto kisses his cheek, swiping salty tears with the pad of his thumb and pushing them into Izuku’s mouth. Without a word to each other, the cocks inside him slow, but never stop thrusting into him languid and deep. “One more for us love.”
The warm, salty digit presses on his tongue, rubbing small circles and holding it down until drool leaks out of the corner of Izuku’s mouth and drips down his chest. His head is moved up and down in a controlled, careful nod that even his hazy, faraway mind can recognize. Green?
Just one more… Izuku moves his head up and down once on own accord and the spit-soaked digit is pulled from his mouth. He leans forward, desperate for a bit of grounding and Shouto meets him with a sloppy kiss. He wraps his arms around Shouto’s shoulders and nods once more.
His body jolts as they resume their frenzied pace, lifting and dropping him onto both their dicks. He clings to them out of habit, but he knows that Shouto would never let him fall. He floats happily in the myriad of sensations while his orgasm slowly grows.
There are coarse, white curls causing a warm friction against his clit as they jostle him. Sweaty skin slapping against him as they thrust in and out, relentlessly chasing their own orgasm. Soft hair and firm muscle beneath his trembling fingers as that warm coil in his belly tightens further.
“Ah! Fuck! So tight. So perfect, for us.”
“Are you gonna be a good boy and cum on our cocks, love?”
Izuku lets out a pathetic sounding whine against Shouto’s neck before nodding weakly
He can feel how close they are, how desperate. Their hips begin to stutter, for the first time falling out of sync and breaking their once harmonious pattern. They squeeze his ass and thighs and chest – every inch of skin they can reach – in bruising grips. They pull his hair and claim his mouth in brutal kisses until his lips are sore and sensitive. They rut into him like wild animals until they finally, finally, find their release.
He can feel their cum painting his insides like ice water and lava, cocks twitching as they continue grind into him, pushing their spend deeper. Izuku groans; his own release washes over him softly, like warm water rushing through his veins. He can feel it dripping out of him, soaking their cocks and leaving a mess on the floor beneath him.
“So pretty. So perfect.” Shouto hums softly, fingers dipping down, to drag through the slick coating their cocks and pushing the soaked digits into Izuku’s mouth. “You even squirted for us.”
They fuck him through it, slowly bringing both of their temperatures back to normal as they pepper him with kisses and caress bruised skin. They coo at him and tell him how well he did and how proud of him they are. His arms feel heavy, his body boneless, but they’re holding him so close that he doesn’t feel anything but safe.
“You took us both so well, love.”
They kiss him once more before pulling out of him and setting him back on his feet. Thick globs of cum and slick begin to dribble down his thighs. His holes clench reflexively around nothing and the world starts to crash down around him. He’s exhausted and sore. His thoughts are still fuzzy around the edges, but he still feels the sudden loss like a sharp kick to his gut. Izuku doesn’t think that he’s ever felt so empty before.
“Shou, I…” Izuku shakes his head, unable to form the words he wants. His ribcage feels so tight and all he can do is sob quietly against Shouto’s chest. He reaches up to curl his fingers in red hair and pulls Shouto down to him in the hope that Shouto understands his meaning.
“It’s alright, love. You’re just dropping. I’ve got you. Come on.” Shouto picks him up and carries him to the bed, setting him down and then shifting. Izuku reaches for him desperately, and Shouto chuckles softly. “I’m not going to leave you.”
One Shouto lays with him while the other grabs a damp washcloth and begins to clean the mess from between his legs. They get him into his favorite pajamas and the other crawls into bed with them. They hold him close, making him take small sips of water in between sniffles until that empty feeling begins to fade and he feels small and safe again. Shouto tells him how much he loves him and that makes him cry all over again.
“Shhh… You’re safe.” Shouto brushes unruly green curls off Izuku’s forehead and kisses him. “I would never let anything happen to you.”
Izuku blushes at the sweet words and curls into his lover’s chest. He lets out a soft, contented sigh. “I know. I’m okay.”
The room around them is quiet – nothing more than their soft, steady breathing and the whir of the overhead fan. Their fingers move in tandem, up and down his thigh and he can’t help but wonder if they’re sharing thoughts or sensations. Did they move in unison or had they planned this before he’d arrived. He realizes that he’d spent the whole time feeling everything and hadn’t studied the quirk at all.
Warm breath ruffles the hair on the back of his neck, dragging him out of his thoughts and back to the moment. When he looks up, he finds Shouto’s eyes closed. His mouth is slightly open and he’s letting out tiny little snores that are mirrored by the Shouto behind him. Izuku can feel his own eyes growing heavy under the weight of exhaustion and stress. He lets himself sink into that feeling, curling against Shouto as his thoughts grow disjointed as his mind drifts off.
There’s always tomorrow.