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This is the stupidest shit they’ve ever done, and they’ve done a lot of stupid shit.
Hero galas are boring, and as much as Katsuki hates them, they’re necessary because of all their stupid sponsors. He, Eijirou, and Shouto all got stuck at a table with a couple of losers he doesn’t know, and Deku isn’t even here because he’s on some stupid underground mission with Hitoshi right now.
And thanks to Katsuki’s own stupid mouth, that means their last voice of reason is out of town and incapable of stopping them from doing what they’re about to do.
It’s also half Eijirou’s fault, but he doesn’t have the decency to pretend like he knows they’re stupid.
Katsuki stands guard on the ride up in case the elevator stops on any of the other floors while Eijirou has Shouto pinned to the back wall because Katsuki is the only one still clinging onto his last brain cell. God, this would make the stupidest scandal of all time if anyone saw them.
He looks back at the sound of a moan, and that’s when he sees Shouto’s tongue swipe against Eijirou’s in the sloppiest open mouthed kiss Katsuki’s ever seen outside of a porno. His dick stiffens in his pants, and he reaches down to adjust himself so he doesn’t accidentally salute the first asshole they come across.
And Katsuki doesn’t look away when he sees Eijirou reach down to palm Shouto, and Shouto’s hips jerk towards him for the friction, back arching off the wall like he wants Eijirou to fuck him right here in the goddamn elevator.
Holy shit, we’re really doing this.
It was just a joke, something tossed in the air over watered down drinks and small plates of pretentious food, and it wasn’t supposed to stick.
“I wasn’t sure how long this event would last,” Shouto said. “Last time it was difficult to get a cab home.”
Eijirou nodded in agreement. “Yeah, they never run this late.”
“That’s why I booked a room.”
“Well, aren’t you practical,” Katsuki mocked, not once clocking the huge fucking cliff he was speeding towards. “Bet you got the fancy rich boy suite too.”
“They are more comfortable, I think.”
“Tch. Figures.”
“Are they really?” Eijirou asked. “I’ve never been in one before.”
“Do you want to come up to mine?”
“Heh. Careful, Half and Half. Sounds like you’re tryna take Ei back up with you.”
“You can come too,” Shouto said, and god, Katsuki was so stupid for not realizing he was being serious, but how is that his fault when that’s just how the idiot talks?
At least he wasn’t the only one.
“Haha, yeah, the three of us should go up and throw our own party.”
“Alright.”
Shouto got up from the table, and Katsuki and Eijirou looked at each other once before jumping up like two hungry dogs, but Katsuki still thought it was a joke up until Shouto punched his floor on the elevator pad.
He stepped in, and well, Katsuki can now confirm that Shouto’s tongue is both hot and cold at the same time, if anyone out there was curious.
And that bastard likes to flick it like a snake.
Katsuki watches the numbers light up at an agonizing pace, almost begging the elevator to move faster.
It’s the fucking penthouse suite. The asshole booked himself the penthouse suite, and that means they’ve gotta take the elevator all the way up to the top.
“Come on,” he grits. Just three more, and they’re out of here.
“Bakugou.”
Katsuki turns, and Shouto catches his mouth, pressing his hips against him, and Katsuki squeezes his ass to pull him closer. Katsuki pulls away to tongue his ear so he can look at Eijirou and sees him leaning against the back and watching them with a certain degree of satisfaction.
Heh. Pervert.
The elevator dings, and the door opens to a second door. Shouto’s door.
Katsuki didn’t grow up broke, but this is some insane ass rich boy shit if he’s ever seen it, and god, he’s having a blast.
Shouto swipes his room key, and the second door opens, leading them to a hotel room that’s twice the size of the apartment Katsuki’s living in now, and it fucking sparkles.
“Holy shit,” Eijirou says.
“It was the only room available with a full sized bath.”
Katsuki whips his head towards him in disbelief. “You went this big for a bathtub?”
Shouto looks at him, and not much about his face changes, but Katsuki can feel the smile hidden beneath. “It’s a nice bathtub.”
God help me.
He leads them back to his room, a room within a room, and they have to take a stack of steps up to a platform where the bed is.
And it’s huge. Katsuki didn’t stop to think how three people were going to make this work, but now there’s no question. A part of him wonders if Shouto planned this, but he immediately shakes it off. There’s no way.
And Katsuki doesn’t think anything of the ice bucket on the nightstand. It’s probably standard for bougie ass rooms like this, and by the way Shouto reaches for the champagne bottle inside, he’s probably used to having it ready for him.
Eijirou peels off his suit jacket and drops it over a chair, and Katsuki swallows down any mouthful of hesitation he might have left. It’s not like the others are panicking.
Fuck it.
“So how are we doing this,” Katsuki asks as he unbuttons his shirt.
Shouto hands the bottle of champagne to Eijirou, who flicks the cork out with a hardened finger for him. He takes the bottle back and downs three solid glugs before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
“I want to take you both,” he says. “At the same time.”
“For real?” Eijirou’s eyes widen, and even Katsuki is surprised.
“You sure about this, asshole?”
“I can do it,” he says. “I’m capable.”
“Yeah, but that’s–.”
Shouto takes a step forward and reaches for his belt, never once breaking eye contact, and Katsuki’s head spins like a top. “Do you not want to?”
Katsuki looks at Eijirou who’s watching them both with raised eyebrows. “You in?”
“Oh hell yeah.”
The three of them waste no time getting undressed, and Katsuki’s never hated having to wear a suit more. He’s surprised Eijirou didn’t just straight up rip himself out of it, but soon they’re all on the bed, and he’s not quite sure where to start.
“It will have to be the three of us,” Shouto says, and it sounds obvious as shit, but he knows what he means. He doesn’t want them using him like a glorified fleshlight, which means Katsuki and Eijirou are going to have to come to terms with a shit ton of questionable sparring sessions real quick.
Katsuki squints at him, and Eijirou squints back.
“You gonna chicken out?”
“No.”
“Liar.
“Bro, you’re the one sweating, not me.”
“That’s my quirk, idiot, I’m–,” he says, and Eijirou kisses him.
God, he’s his best friend. What the hell are they–? Eijirou leans into him like kissing Katsuki is something he’s been wanting to do for a while now, and it’s kind of awesome. Alright, so it looks like he likes kissing Eijirou as much as he likes kissing Shouto. Good to know.
He kisses Eijirou back in a big way, grand slam out of the park, and while he does, he feels Shouto move to sit next to him, and he turns to him next, because he’s not about to do this without getting a good grade in multitasking.
But Eijirou has the same idea, and they both end up going for him at the same time, and Shouto gets both sides of his neck sucked on like the greedy little bastard he is.
Shouto pants out with a gasp, and Katsuki bites him, sucking a bruise he’ll remember him by, and Eijirou takes his cock in hand, pulling out a moan.
“Don’t make him come before we fuck him.”
“I’m not,” Eijirou says, and Shouto makes a disgruntled noise.
“Don’t pout,” Katsuki says, and Shouto turns to kiss Eijirou like that’s supposed to piss him off. Joke’s on him, it turns out he likes that shit.
He looks and sees the travel sized bottle of lube on the table, and yeah, either Shouto likes to finger himself to sleep or he planned this. Fuck, why do both of those possibilities turn him so much?
Katsuki grabs the bottle for himself and gets on his back because one of them is going to have to take the initiative here. “Come here.”
Shouto crawls on top of him for a kiss, and alright, this is awesome. He’s in. Just tell him where to sign.
“I got it,” Eijirou says, and Katsuki passes him the bottle so Eijirou can stretch him open.
Shouto mewls beautifully in his arms, whimpering and whining into Katsuki’s mouth as Eijirou fingers him from behind. Katsuki gives his own cock a good stroke to get ready, like he’s not already hard as rock.
“Feel good?” Katsuki asks, and Shouto only nods. “Asshole says he likes it.”
Eijirou bends over to pepper Shouto’s back in kisses. “We’re gonna take such good care of you, dude. Gonna add one more, alright? Gotta get you good and stretched for us.”
And Katsuki doesn’t mind holding him like this, keeping Shouto all close and safe and shit while he gets him ready because he knows once they get their dicks in him, Shouto’s just going to be along for the ride.
“This what you wanted?” Katsuki teases, voice low, just for him.
“Almost,” Shouto says before looking over his shoulder at Eijirou. “I’m ready.”
He starts with Katsuki first for leverage, sinking himself down with a determined furrow to his brow, and Katsuki watches him take all of him with zero hesitation. Eijirou comes up behind him, and Shouto turns his head into a kiss while Eijirou rubs his hands over his chest and stomach, and when Katsuki feels him relax around him, he pushes himself up deeper.
Shouto moans as he fucks up into him, slow and easy for now considering what Shouto’s in for, and Eijirou holds him in place for him with a solid grip, leaving Shouto completely at their mercy.
It’s called teamwork.
This alone would be enough to leave a permanent brand in Katsuki’s memory, but that’s not what they’re here for.
“You good, Half and Half?”
“Yes,” he says, and Eijirou lets him go.
Shouto comes down to Katsuki who immediately slows to a stop.
“You got this, Red?”
“Yep,” he says, and Katsuki can’t see him, but he can hear the snap of the lube cap. “Tell me if it hurts. Okay, ‘roki?”
Shouto nods, but he’s no crybaby. Katsuki distracts him with a kiss while Eijirou lines himself up, and Shouto groans when he pushes himself in, which on its own could be enough for Katsuki to come right there, but then he realizes something that makes his mind freeze in place.
Eijirou’s cock has to slide over his to get inside Shouto, and it’s a completely new sensation. Fuck, he’s so tight, he thinks to himself, and god, he can feel everything, both of them. It’s so much he doesn’t know how he’s going to get through this without coming on the spot.
Shouto sighs out, mouth slack with pleasure, and then Eijirou moves, pushing a moan out of them both.
“Holy shit,” Eijirou says. “Fuck, I’m sorry, you both feel so –.”
“Don’t stop,” Shouto says.
“Keep going, idiot.”
“Okay,” he breathes, hands anchored on Shouto’s hips so he can fuck him, and with the constant tight slide against his dick, Katsuki wonders if this counts as Eijirou fucking him too.
Shouto’s arms give, and Katsuki cages him against his chest, and that’s when he uses the new angle to thrust up into him again. Shouto mewls in his arms as they both fuck his little hole, and the louder he gets, the harder they both give it to him.
He wants this. He wants them to use him, to take control and fill him up, and neither one of them are backing off.
Eijirou comes down against Shouto’s back, jerking his hips and pushing Katsuki’s cock in with him. Katsuki reaches around and gets a fist in Eijirou’s hair the same time he bites into Shouto’s shoulder, and Shouto keens before getting an oh fuck from Eijrou.
Eijirou hammers into him mercilessly with Katsuki matching him thrust for thrust, and Shouto comes with a tearful prayer, spilling all over Katsuki’s stomach, and the sound of him crying out is too much for Eijirou who keens for them, and Katsuki can feel every drop of what follows gushing over his own cock. Eijirou pulls out, too sensitive to keep going and collapses on the bed next to them.
Katsuki rolls them, dropping Shouto down on the mattress and holding him by the thighs as his cock thrusts through what Eijirou left for them, and Shouto takes it beautifully, eyes blurred wet and sweat matted hair webbing his forehead.
And Eijirou never takes his eyes off of him.
They’re both watching him.
Both Eijirou and Shouto with the same hungry expression, and instead of it feeling like they’re telling him to hurry up, it’s like they both want to see him come like some kind of reward for coming up here in the first place.
And he does, fucking into Shouto’s loosened hole until his bated orgasm rips through him, and his whole body jerks until his own come squelches out.
Maybe it’s Eijirou’s.
Fuck, he doesn’t know.
That’s so fucking hot.
He pulls out just to see them both leak out of him with a satisfied smirk before he drops down too.
Shouto pants in a daze, and Katsuki sees Eijirou roll over to him for a kiss, slow and delicate like Shouto isn’t the one who orchestrated his own takedown.
Katsuki’d do it too if he could move.
“The bathtub is big enough for three people,” Shouto announces.
“Yeah, we got it. Your fancy suite’s hot shit.”
“Kats,” Eijirou says, and Katsuki lifts his head up to look at them and realizes.
Oh.
“How long did you get this room for?”
“The rest of the weekend.”
Shit.
You know what? Fuck it. They’ve had a tough year, so maybe the three of them deserve to get each other off through Sunday. Why not.
“Anything else you wanna try, asshole?”
Shouto hums lazily, but it counts as an answer.
He’s good for now.
“Hey, Kats, you’ve got a pretty big mouth.”
“Oi!”
“Think you can take two dicks at once too?”
Katsuki sits up and points at Eijirou angrily, ready to come over there and kick his ass.
“Now you–,” he stops when he sees them both, two predators curled up together in some expensive ass hotel sheets, and just for a second he thinks about what it might be like to blow them both at the same time, and alright, maybe Half and Half was onto something.
Guess there’s one way to find out.