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Katsuki looked a little funny, holding a candied apple in hand, lifting his arms so Shoto could retie his obi like he was some kid that needed to have his clothes fixed. "I can get in your pants without you being drunk," he snorted. "It's a festival. You're supposed to get drunk." He looked at Shoto like he was crazy for even thinking otherwise.

He'd spent a whole week sober after all, so he wanted to let loose, especially when they had the perfect cover to do so.
 
"The last time we got drunk we ended up having a slumber party," Shoto pointed out. He finished the bow and ran his fingers along the edges of the yukata so he could feel skin. "Which reminds me, I never got a chance to share your hypothesis about Kirishima with Kaminari."

He took his candy apple back, and Katsuki's hand, and turned them back towards the crowd of people to find their friends and, more importantly for his boyfriend, alcohol.
 
"Hey, I wasn't the one who invited the dumbass," Bakugo quipped right back, not missing a beat to banter with the other male. He didn't seem at all interested when Shoto talked about Kirishima and Kaminari but he'd noticed that the two had been pretty close lately, one never seen without the other.

When they rejoined their friends, Kaminari was waving around a bag of goldfish he'd won, and a few of their buddies seemed drunk already, passing around a bottle of sake that ended up in Bakugo's hands. He took a sip of that stuff and the spirit was so strong that it made him do a double-take. This was definitely not sake, but something much stronger, like vodka or something. He could feel the burn settling in his stomach. He passed it to Shoto without a word, trying not to cough.
 
Shoto wasn't so lucky, the second he took a swing he was a coughing mess, the drink splashing down his chin as he backed away from it to keep any incriminating evidence from splashing on his rented clothing. Kirishima grinned as he took the bottle from him. "Alright there, Roki? Really figured you were used to your throat burning."

Shoto threw him a rude hand gesture before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glanced at his boyfriend, wanting to ask him what the hell he'd just had, but Kaminari's arm went around his shoulders. "Roki, look!" he said. "Fish!"

"Fish," Shoto responded, still coughing, and nodded his head towards Kirishima who had turned his attention to Katsuki. "Shoot your shot," he told his friend. "Katsuki bet his left nut it'd go well."
 
Katsuki was a little distracted by Kirishima who started some impromptu drinking contest with him on the spot, chugging down that liquid fire like it was water. "Like hell I'd lose to you, Shitty Hair!" he barked, ignoring the gut-burning flare as it went down his throat. Fuck, did it taste awful, but he felt the effects already, making his entire body feel warm.

As a few more bottles of that inconspicuous liquid was passed around, there was Midoriya who was pink from the neck-up, who rested his chin on Shoto's shoulder from behind and mumbled. "That... was some r-really strong stuff, huh?"
 
Shoto hadn't even had that much, he couldn't stomach it without coughing, but any time a bottle ended up in his hands he felt the need to join in with his friends. He wondered if that was what 'peer pressure' was, but it wasn't like he wasn't having a good time. In fact, he was spending most of it just checking his boyfriend out.

"Yeah," he answered Midoriya absently, reaching up a hand to run his fingers through his friends hair. He felt way too warm, and blew ice into his hand to rub against the back of his neck, sighing at the cooling effect.
 
When the bottle made its way around them again, Midoriya took another swig and hiccuped as he passed it to Shoto, moving to his front to flash him a cheeky smile. "Are you having fun, Todoroki?" he asked in true Midoriya fashion, all rosy cheeks and glee.

Somewhere off in the distance, Bakugo was punching Kaminari's abs after the blond made a bet that he could get them as hard as Kirishima's. It was a pretty stupid bet, considering Bakugo certainly didn't hold back his punches (literally) and sent Kaminari reeling to the ground, though it all seemed in good, boyish fun. The boys were getting drunk, and it was then that Mina waved the group of friends over. "Party at the boys' dormitories!" she yelled.
 
Shoto made a face as he took another drink, but it seemed to get easier the more he had. He swallowed it down and passed it on. "You're kinda cute when you get all blushy," he commented, then frowned as he tried to put weight on his leg. It was starting to hurt, so he leaned into Midoriya and muttered, "Help me out. Katsuki's busy."

Busy was a bit of an overstatement, given that Kaminari was on the ground whining and Katsuki was smirking at him. Boys. He wasn't surprised when Mina decided it was party time, but he was confused on how he'd somehow ended up with Kaminari's bag of fish. At least Katsuki hadn't punched those too.
 
"Oh, okay," Midoriya said, having a bit of trouble himself as he squatted in front of Shoto, assuming he'd meant he wanted a piggy-back ride. Somehow, Katsuki was having too much drunken fun with the boys to have taken notice of the way Midoriya was carrying his boyfriend off to the dormitories where the lantern party had been moved.

The whole time carrying Shoto there, Izuku had a deep blush on his cheeks, trying to take apart what Shoto had meant by him being cute when he got blushy. Weren't Katsuki and Shoto dating? Was it okay for Shoto to say that stuff? It wasn't until he gently let Shoto down on the couch that the embarrassment hit. "I'll pretend! I didn't hear that! About the, uh, cute part," he chuckled nervously, sitting stiffly like he was at an interview, and watching Bakugo and Kirishima suddenly have an arm wrestling competition, while Kaminari was passed out on the floor. At least, for the time being.

Music flowed, and everything felt muddled to Midoriya, like he'd felt when he'd been under Shinsou's brainwash. "Um! Are you happy, Todoroki?" Izuku blurted out. "I mean, is Kacchan... treating you w-well?"
 
Shoto had expected more of an arm around the shoulders type situation but he wasn't going to turn down a piggy back ride because once it was offered he realized how much his leg really was bothering him. It'd probably been the weight he'd put on it when he'd thrown that punch. He'd have time to regret it later.

When Midoriya sat him down, he pressed his fingers into his thigh to help relieve the pressure, and glanced up when his friend spoke again. His eyebrows knit in confusion. "Why?" he asked, not knowing why Midoriya would pretend he didn't hear something. Was he missing a game? He didn't know.

He's almost forgotten about it when Midoriya speaks again, and he grins at the mention of his boyfriend, glancing over to where Katsuki and Kirishima are having it out. "I love him," he says. "I haven't told anyone but him that yet."
 
Something wilted in Midoriya then, a drunken mind projecting sober feelings in his case. "I'm happy for you," he said sincerely. "Happy for him, too. I think... he needs someone like you. To love someone, I mean. I didn't even think Kacchan was capable of it to be honest with you... but he's really changed ever since he started dating you. F-for the better, I think." Midoriya had noticed Katsuki had become way less argumentative and was willing to let go of minor annoyances more easily.

"He's um, lucky to have you," he tried to say, but it only sounded like he was yearning and desperate. He tried to chase the feelings with some water but it ended up being more alcohol, to which Midoriya coughed and shook his head.

Midoriya rubbed the nape of his neck. "Isn't it weird?" he asked. "To call someone cute if... you're dating someone?"
 
"Thanks," Shoto said honestly, leaning his head back on the couch. The room lagged a bit behind him, and he wondered just when he'd gotten so drunk. "He's not what people think he is, if you can just slow down and see through the callousness." He knew no one believed him, but he thought it said more about other people's lack of patience than anything else. Katsuki was prickly, but if you knew how to hold him, you wouldn't get stabbed. He liked to think he was pretty good at it.

"I'm lucky to have him too," he muttered. "No one sees it. They all think it's one sided. But it's not."

He leaned over to take the bottle from him and passed it off to someone else, not bothering to tell his friend to stop drinking it, but he did make another confused face at the question. "I don't think so? I was just stating a fact."
 
"Yeah," Midoriya nodded. "I think... I think that's why we've been friends for so long. I think he's a great person, and... not a lot of people see that." Did he think that Katsuki would have been capable of holding out a relationship? Probably not. But Izuku thought he was amazing in every other way.

"Oh, then, thanks," he chuckled, pinching at his own yukata nervously. "I think... y-you're cute, too." He fumbled with the words like he was confessing to a secret crush, though for Midoriya it really was true. He'd always had a puppy crush on Kacchan but his crush on Shoto was something more familiar, like a physical attraction more than anything else.

He chewed on his lower lip, feeling the heat rush to his face as he stared at Shoto's lips a bit too long. They looked so pink and glazed like candy, making Midoriya's head a little light from overthinking what a kiss would feel like.
 
Shoto snorted softly. "Katsuki says he thinks I'm cute too. I think he's a little demented, but don't tell him." It was obviously a joke, even if he still wasn't very good at the whole joking thing. He looked across the room at Mina for awhile, who was helping Kaminari up from the floor. He wouldn't be surprised if they ended up together in a dark corner somewhere. it always seemed to happen when they drank, even if Kaminari was feeling guys more lately.

When he looked back, he and Midoriya seemed closer together than they had before, maybe just a breath away. His face was red, freckles standing out, hair impossibly messy. He didn't know why he did it, maybe because he was drunk, maybe because he never had kissed anyone other than Katsuki, or maybe just because it seemed like a good idea in the moment, but he leaned forward and pressed their lips together.
 
Midoriya's eyes blew wide when Todoroki kissed him, his hands lifting to the other male's shoulders as if to try and push him away. He glanced wildly to the side, hoping that Katsuki wouldn't look, but it looked like he was too engrossed in playing with Kirishima and Sero to care.

But oh, Shoto's lips were actually sweet. They were soft... and... was this what Katsuki got to kiss everyday? The grip on Shoto's shoulders loosened and a hand slipped to the nape of his neck to gently pull him closer, trying (and failing) to kiss him. Izuku honestly didn't know what he was doing. Shoto was... embarrassingly his first kiss, but like everything he did, he was willing and eager to learn.
 
Shoto would have pulled back if Midoriya had pushed him, and he froze for a moment, not pushing the kiss further, as Midoriya's hands hesitated on his shoulders. But then they moved, one to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and kissing him back. Shoto smiled into it and shifted a little closer.

"Here," he said softly, not pulling away. He reached up to knock a knuckle under Midoriya's chin, tilting his head slightly. "Like this," he coaxed as he leaned back in. "Let me lead." He remembered all too well his first kiss with Katsuki, too much teeth and desperation. This was softer. Easier.
 
Midoriya nearly forgot how to breathe as Shoto kept kissing him, and honestly, even the threat of death couldn't stop him from leaning into those sweet lips. His hands wandered, shyly roaming Shoto's body until they settled on the hem of the other male's yukata, gently teasing at the skin underneath. Shoto was surprisingly soft, even if Izuku had seen the other male's muscles before.

"Um," he huffed against Shoto's lips, not quite pulling away but still nervous that they would get caught and Shoto would get into trouble. "Are you... really drunk, Shoto?" he asked just to ask, feeling bad if he was taking advantage of him in this state.
 
"Yes," Shoto admitted, pulling back a little. They were still too close, and if anyone had been paying attention to them, he was sure there would be a few choice words, but he didn't really care. He rested his head on the side of the couch again, not taking Midoriya's hands off of him.

He reached up and twisted one of Midoriya's green curls around his finger. "Not too drunk to not know what I'm doing though." Would Katsuki be mad? He wasn't sure. But he'd own up to the fact that he'd started it. At least this time if his boyfriend found them together, his nose wouldn't be bleeding.
 
"Oh," was all Midoriya said, before he looked over Shoto lustfully, following his movements as Shoto lied across the couch. He felt like he was being drawn in, until he was pressed somewhat on top of the other male, reclaiming Shoto's lips in a more confident kiss that was still endearingly awkward but eager.

It didn't take long for Midoriya to get excited, as his erection pressed against Shoto's thigh. "S-Sorry," he squeaked when he realized that he'd been dry-humping Shoto's thigh. "You're just... I don't want to stop kissing you." At this point, he felt it would literally take Bakugo prying him off to get him to stop.
 
Shoto laughed a little to himself, but before he could scare his friend he lifted a hand in surrender. "I just ... Katsuki was right ... he kept saying you liked me. I didn't realize ..." he didn't realize he'd been right.

He felt heavy and warm and interested and dunk and as much as he wanted to keep going, he was very aware of who he was dating - and even through the alcohol he thought enough to put some space between Midoriya's hips and his thigh. "Don't want my boyfriend to beat the shit out of you." But he leaned in and kissed him again.
 
Midoriya got the message and tried not to rub himself against Shoto but it was so damn hard when Shoto looked as good as he did and he was just pent-up. He never thought rutting against another person like this would feel so good. He was about to go back in for a kiss when he felt a hard yank at the back of his head, as Bakugo grabbed him by a fistful of his hair and pulled him off of Shoto.

"The hell are you doing, Deku?!" Bakugo snarled, having come back to make out with Shoto while he was heavily drunk, only to find that the damn nerd had beaten him to it.
 
Ah. There he was. He knew it was coming eventually, Katsuki's friends could only keep him busy so long. Was it possible that he was drunker now?

"Hi," Shoto breathed, and stood up to press himself to Katsuki's chest and kiss him next. He kind of thought his boyfriend was hot, all bothered like this. It wasn't why he'd done it, he hadn't kissed Midoriya to make Katsuki jealous, but now that he was there, he kind of liked the possessiveness. He slid his hands into the open part of his yukata, seeking out skin.
 
Midoriya was expecting the worst to happen, to get a bloody nose or a broken cheek when Bakugo undoubtedly smashed open his face but all he felt was that tight grip in his hair as he watched Todoroki kiss Bakugo and literally unwind him. He watched in awe as he saw the overwhelming anger bleed out of Bakugo with just that kiss alone.

Instead of being pissed about the blatant cheating, Bakugo kissed Todoroki hard to reclaim him. "The fuck were you doing?" he growled as he bit his boyfriend's lower lip. "You wanted dick that bad, you couldn't just call me over?" He grabbed his boyfriend's ass over his yukata possessively, and in one swift motion, dragged them both back to their room, his hand still twisted in Midoriya's hair. He practically threw Deku onto the futon, and yanked Shoto's sash free.

"Keep kissing him, then, right where I can see you."
 
Shoto's head went dizzy with that kiss. Kissing Midoriya had been nice, like the start of something new, but kissing Katsuki was well practiced. He knew him. Knew how he liked it. Knew where to bite. Knew how to make him feel just a little owned. He wasn't sure if it was the words Katsuki spat or the possessive grab to his ass, but he moaned all the same, and then they were moving, too quickly for him to keep up.

The thing was, Shoto was good at obeying, so he didn't ask questions, just looked up at his boyfriend and smirked before he turned on Midoriya again. This time when he kissed him it was with his hands on either side of the other boys face, dipping his head back and crowding into him, coaxing his lips open with his tongue.
 
Bakugo had no attraction to Midoriya, not in a fucking thousand years, but damn did it do something to him to prove himself the alpha male, to sic Todoroki on him and watch Midoriya struggle to satisfy his boyfriend's insatiable libido.

As expected, Midoriya was wide-eyed and delirious when Todoroki kissed him, though he supported the other male on his lap and tried to kiss him back as skillfully as Todoroki was. Maybe he was nervous, with Bakugo watching them, but there was no doubt he was also getting ridiculously hard.

"You wanted him that bad, Deku?" Bakugo grinned as he untied the sash from his yukata, letting the halves fall apart, and palming at his cock through his boxers. "You could prep him for my dick."

In the middle of Todoroki and Midoriya making out, he jerked his boyfriend to his mouth by a fistful of his hair and kissed him, then spat into that open mouth. "You wanna take his cock too, you slut?" Humiliating him in front of Midoriya would be a fitting punishment for what Todoroki had done.
 
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