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Eijirou is about to lose his goddamn mind. His knuckles white, a grip around the pencil in his hold. “Bakugou.”
“Hm?” The blond looks up through his lashes. “What’s up?”
“You know what’s up.” He grits out. The pressure against his cock pushes in more, causing a groan to escape. Katsuki looks pleased with himself when Eijirou sends a half-hearted glare his way.
They’re in Eijirou’s room, supposed to be studying for their upcoming final. Katsuki is usually very adamant about getting their work done, smacking Eijirou upside the head if he gets distracted. But now? It seems that Katsuki has other plans, with the way his sock-clad foot presses into his clothed cock.
He honestly should’ve expected this. Ever since they began this arrangement, Katsuki has become insatiable. He does anything and everything in his power to get a rise out of Eijirou until the redhead inevitably takes them back to either of their rooms and fucks Katsuki until he’s drooling on the sheets.
For the last week though, Katsuki has been more upfront with his actions. Like when his hand slid down and toyed with the head of Eijirou’s dick while they were underneath a blanket during movie night with the Bakusquad. Or when his fingers trailed down to brush against the thick black happy trail that shows when Eijirou has his hero costume on.
Honestly, it’s a shock that no one has figured out what’s going on between the two of them. (Or so he believes. Who knows at this point).
Now they're in the privacy of the redhead’s bedroom with nothing to stop them. And things always took a dangerous turn when they were left alone.
Eijirou tries hard not to jerk his hips up into the touch he’s given. As much as he wants to cave in he doesn’t. He stays on the floor, boring a hole through the papers scattered on the table.
Katsuki stops suddenly, causing Eijirou to glance up. He looks annoyed, yet determined: something Eijirou has seen several times on the battlefield or during training. He gulps; he’s in for it.
The blond stands up and grasps the front of Eijirou’s shirt, reeling him off the ground. Despite their size difference, Katsuki is still strong as hell. “Bed.” Is all he says, and who is Eijirou to refuse, especially since Katsuki has his hands that could blow things up wrapped within his shirt?
He stands up completely, towering over Katsuki for a moment before settling down on the bed. The blond hums, avoiding the table that toppled over when he grabbed Eijirou initially. With Eijirou on the edge of the bed, Katsuki moves to unbutton Eijirou's pants. Eijirou makes a noise of shock, but quiets down when Katsuki levels him with a glare.
They are pulled off of Eijirou without much issue, leaving him in his boxers. With that, Katsuki straddles him, legs on both sides of him. The redhead's back presses into the wall, legs dangling slightly off the side of the bed.
Katsuki acts fast. He doesn’t even get fully adjusted on the redhead’s lap before he’s grinding down on Eijirou’s erection, causing a moan to fly out of Eijirou. Katsuki chuckles, rubbing up and down. A wet patch forms on the fabric of Eijirou's boxers from the motion.
“We’re trying something different today, Kiri.” Katsuki states. They stare at each other for a moment before Katsuki elaborates. “And you’re gonna love it.”
Then without warning he yanks Eijirou's boxers down and tucks them underneath his balls. The tip is red and leaking steadily. The palm of Katsuki's hand touches the torrid flesh, running from the top of Eijirou's cockhead to his balls.
Eijirou opens his mouth to let out a shaky whine that echoes along the walls. In a flash, Katsuki slaps his free hand over Eijirou's lips. “Do you want people to hear you moaning like a whore that badly?” He teases, thumb rubbing circles over the wet slit. Katsuki's hand muffles another sound of pleasure Eijirou lets go of as he shakes his head. The blond coos. “Good job, Kirishima. You’re doing amazing.”
The praise has the redhead arching his hips, eyes fluttering. Katsuki takes advantage of it almost every time they get together like this because he's weak to it. Katsuki drags his hand away from the redhead’s plump lips carefully like he’s waiting for another sound to come from him. But Eijirou is quiet, biting onto his lower lip in order to stifle the noises that desperately want to come out.
The strokes start to get faster, with slick noises joining in. Katsuki’s fingers dance around, poking and prodding at the head exactly how Eijirou likes it. Eijirou peers up through his eyelashes, seeing Katsuki’s face riddled into one of pure ecstasy. The expression alone has Eijirou’s abdomen tightening. His balls clench up and oh god oh god he’s about to–
Katsuki removes his hand completely, Eijirou still humping up into the air like it’s chasing the friction that is no longer there. He was so close, too!
“Hm? Something wrong, Kirishima?”
Eijirou wants to open his mouth and say ‘Yes, of course something is wrong you asshole,’ but stops himself. It would be exactly what Katsuki is looking for and he isn’t going to give in that easily. He purses his lips and settles with a scowl.
Katsuki shuffles off of Eijirou for a moment to grip onto the soaked boxers and pull them down more. "Off. I want these off." He demands, and Eijirou lifts his hips to allow Katsuki to fling them across the room. Katsuki only snorts at the dazed expression on Eijirou's face, repositioning onto his lap and putting his hand back on the flagging hard-on.
Immediately Eijirou is throwing his head back, red hair cascading around him. Katsuki does what he did before while using his other hand to press down on the crown of his cock with force. It twists left and right, pre slipping against the semi-sweaty palm. Eijirou pants like he’s run a marathon, eyes unfocused and looking at the ceiling.
His hands come up to grapple onto Katsuki in some way. He needs to have the blond underneath his hands–
He’s slapped away. “No touching.” Katsuki murmurs, not stopping his motions. Eijirou stares at him like he grew two heads. Katsuki never refuses for Eijirou to touch him (especially when they’re doing something like this,) so to see it change within a blink of an eye perplexes Eijirou.
Katsuki responds to the unspoken inquiry, “Touch me or yourself while I’m here, and this is over. I will leave you alone, hard as a fuckin’ rock.” He turns his hand just right for Eijirou to arch up. “Got it?”
Eijirou lets out a shuddery gasp, feeling on the precipice of an orgasm. His legs shake, eyes slipping shut and allowing the blond to do whatever was necessary in getting him to cum.
But right as he gets to the top and is about to drop down towards his impending climax, Katsuki yanks away for the second time.
The redhead loses it. A hiccupped sob croaks from his throat. “Baku—gou…” His voice wavers around the syllables of his best friend’s last name. Everything starts to get blurry from the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He needs release so badly, yet Katsuki is too busy teasing him. At this point, he might as well take care of the problem himself.
He tries to do as much and his hand is swatted away quickly. Eijirou pops his head up towards the blond. “Baku–”
“What did I say?” Katsuki growls. Eijirou pauses, lips pressing together to stop a moan from tumbling out. “Well?”
“You said…not to touch.” Eijirou mutters, unwavering in his gaze towards his best friend.
Katsuki grips the top of Eijirou’s cock, “this is mine . Nothing but a toy for me to play and fuck with.” He starts running his fingers downwards, tickling the pubic hairs peppered around the heavy set of balls. “So you’ll let me do what I want with it. Got it?”
Even though he wants to complain, he nods, lower lip wobbling. Katsuki has never acted this way, so to see it happen at random throws Eijirou off his game. He thought that Katsuki would at least tell him that he’d do something like this. Or…maybe that was the point? This could’ve been the plan all along. Eijirou would not put it past Katsuki if that was the case. He’s been doing things out of the ordinary for days, why would he stop now?
If he were of a more conscious mind, he’d have an answer. But the blood that’s supposed to be supplying his brain has now traveled down to the pulsing tip of his dick.
“You’ve been fucking me so well these last few days, Kirishima,” Katsuki’s voice takes on a darker tone, dripping with lust. He begins to move his hand up and down, “I can’t even sit around you without thinking about the next time you’ll fill me up with this huge fucking thing.”
Eijirou mewls. Gods, Katsuki was hot when he talked about getting dicked down. His fists clench harder at his sides, digging into the sheets below him. If he isn’t careful, he’ll have holes in the bedding and he really doesn’t want to order new ones again .
Katsuki pushes his hips into Eijirou once more, the redhead’s cock leaking all over the hem of the shirt he didn’t remove before they started. Sweat beads on Eijirou’s forehead, plastering some flyaway strands of red hair to his skin.
The blond places his fist around Eijirou for the third time. “I bet you wish this was my hole, huh?” he taunts. Eijirou keens into the contact; he wishes it was. He wants to have Katsuki on top of him, riding his cock like a fucking champion with that tight ass of his—
Tears cascade down his cheeks. He wants so badly to cum but he knows for a fact that Katsuki won’t let him. “F–uck… please, Bakugou…” He whimpers, “I wanna…I wanna—”
Katsuki clicks his tongue. With a short grunt his hand starts to move faster. Eijirou inhales air like he had just emerged from imminent drowning. Was this going to be it? Will he finally be able to cum after being played for so long?
His answer is given to him when Katsuki reels back with a shit-eating grin. Eijirou sobs hard, tears rolling down his cheeks. He sends a quick apology to his bed before burying his fingers that he transformed into claws through the mattress. It was a necessity or he would have dug them into Katsuki if he lost control.
“Please! Fuck, please! ” He could give less of a fuck if people heard him now. His only concern is getting his best friend to stop being such an asshole and fucking jerk him off.
“If I let you cum, you gonna fuck me until I can’t walk?” Katsuki smirks, “Because you look like you’re about to destroy me .”
Hell yeah, he was. Eijirou is pissed and in distress. His toes curl, eyes boring into Katsuki as a wretched moan brushes past his lips. “Katsuki…let me cum…”
There was a change in the blond's haughty expression, as his pupils darkened. The use of his given name has him leaning down, their mouths close. A hand grabs and jerks Eijirou off hard. The redhead wheezes at the sudden contact.
“Say that again.” Katsuki ferociously clamps his hand down around Eijirou’s cock, clear liquid aiding in the slide. “Say it.”
“Ka-Katsuki.” Eijirou cries. Drool runs from his lips. It feels so good, yet too much at once. His stomach whirls in circles, cock twitching. He’s close—
“Again.” Katsuki grounds out. Eijirou can feel the telltale bulge running along his leg as Katsuki humps into it. Eijirou obliges in a slurred tone, “Katsuki.”
“ Again .”
“Katsuki!”
Then lips skate down the line of his neck, leaving small kisses in their wake.
“You want your reward now?” The man nods so fast he could be seen as a bobblehead. Katsuki huffs into the sweaty skin–
“Good boy, Eijirou.”
— and teeth bite down into the tanned flesh.
It’s enough to finally, finally have Eijirou screaming his best friend’s given name.
Hardening ripples across his body like a second skin, going from the tips of his red hair to the bottoms of his feet.
Ropes of cum shoot out of his cock as he’s milked with Katsuki’s hand. His legs shake from the crazy orgasm that wracks his body. He’s bawling, blubbering out ‘thank you’ after ‘thank you’ to Katsuki for allowing him to cum. When he finally comes down from his high, he becomes limp and falls onto the sheets and ruined mattress.
It takes a minute for him to regain his senses and to notice that Katsuki hasn’t said a word since he climaxed. He tilts his head up to find Katsuki removing his shirt, showing off his gorgeous figure. He isn’t sure why Katsuki is doing something like that. Not to mention that he’s still perched on his lap, lightly driving his erection into his leg.
Then he jumps off Eijirou for a moment to shuck off his pants before hopping on once more. He's flushed red, panting like he was the one that got edged more than three times.
“Did you think I was done?” Katsuki speaks up, making eye contact with the disoriented redhead. Eijirou tries to open his mouth to respond when his cock is enveloped in a fist, lukewarm liquid coating the shaft. Eijirou chokes on a groan as overstimulation races through his body. Katsuki readjusts until his ass is positioned right above his cock. Clicking his tongue. “You said you would, remember?”
Eijirou didn’t realize he meant right after he came! He isn’t prepared at all! “W-wait, Katsuki–”
“Now come on,” The tip kisses Katsuki’s rim. He smiles wide, “fuck me until I can’t see straight.”