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Katsuki shivered as the last drop of cum drained from his balls and dribbled deep into Shoto. He waited until he felt all of Shoto's orgasmic contractions stop, and then slowly pulled out of him to watch that fluttering gape. He still held him up by the leg and shook off the rest of his cum against that pink hole.

Finally, he let his legs down, and leaned over to press kisses all over Shoto's face, licking off the stripes of cum all over it.

"God, you feel fucking good," he mumbled, flopping on top of Shoto, his weight sagging against him.
 
He was getting his breathing under control as he tilted his face into Katsuki, loving the little kisses and the clean up.

He wrapped his arms around his lover when he fell against him, would have wrapped his legs around him too if he could move them at all, and nosed along his hairline.

"That was fucking good," he mumbled, tiredness finally starting to work its way into his tone. He yawned heavily, warm like this, under Katsuki's weight. "Okay, I can go to sleep now."
 
It was a few days later on a lazy Thursday when Denki showed up with a backpack full of snacks.

Katsuki was on his way out to the gym, and stared at Denki, but didn't seem to mind that Kaminari had come over since he was one of the two guys he trusted to be around Shoto besides Kirishima.

"Be back later," he said to his lover at the door, stealing a kiss like he was a doting husband going off to work in the morning. "Bye, babe."

Denki mouthed Bakugo in a mocking way behind him, and waved pleasantly when he walked away. "Ugh, so domestic," Denki teased, barging his way inside. "I brought snacks and entertainment for a bottoms night!"
 
Shoto hadn't been expecting Kaminari, but he didn't mind having him around on days like this. They didn't have long before their summer course started, and spending a bit of time with his friends was nice.

"Bye love," he said as Katsuki left, leaning in his doorway before giving Kaminari his attention. He smiled at the way his friend looked after him, then started as Kaminari barged his way inside.

"What is a bottoms night?" He asks, shutting the door behind him and being drawn in by snacks.
 
"It's like a friends night, but we exclusively talk about boys," Denki grinned, jumping onto the couch that still had some questionable stains on it. Katsuki had tossed a throw blanket over it to cover up the worst of them.

He dumped his backpack of snacks onto it and handed Shoto a cold pop, not spiked for once. "And for entertainment, I brought..." He held up a purple dildo still in its gaudy packaging. "I was hoping you could teach me how to give head, Roki," Denki said with no shame at all. "Please?"
 
Shoto was so happy with his cold pop that he almost missed what 'entertainment' was. When he did look up, he dropped his snack. He caught it, but he was still upset about dropping it in the first place.

"What the hell, Denks?" He asked, using a nickname on someone other than Katsuki for the first time in his life. He blinked at him with wide eyes for a moment before opening his cold pop and slowly sitting on the couch too. "What is even happening right now?"
 
Denki beamed when Shoto used a nickname on him, feeling like he'd just gotten chosen for something great. A nickname wasn't an honor bestowed upon all. "It's bottoms night," he said as if that would explain everything. "And you being the only person to consistently date a guy among us means you can probably teach me how to give good head."

He nodded. "I think I might have nicked Shinsou in the damn dick last time," he winced. "And, you know, if things go well with Kiri, I want to be good at it." He wiggled the dildo in Shoto's face. "What do you think? Good practice size, or too adventurous?"
 
Shoto stared at his friend for a long time. They'd talked about sex on occasion, but never quite like this. "You know I don't actually know what I'm doing, right? Kats and I just kind of figured it out as we went." In fact, he was pretty sure Katsuki got a lot of material from porn, which couldn't be the best source of information.

But, at least he'd never nicked him. He had almost thrown up on him once, the first time they'd tried deep throating. It's that thought that makes him sigh and make Kaminari hold his pop while he opens the toy.

"Going smaller is easy, going bigger is hard. So this is fine." It's silicone, at least, and while not the most realistic feeling, it'll do. "If you pull your lips over your teeth, it helps, but it doesn't look the most attractive."

He hands the dildo back. "Your cheeks are your friends, so is your tongue if your teeth feel like they're getting close. As long as you don't bite though, a little scraping can be fun."
 
"I have like, the worst gag reflex," Denki sighed, eyeing the dildo once he had it out in front of him. It was a little intimidating honestly, but he tried to make this situation a little more humorous by kitten licking the tip and grimacing at the taste.

"There's no way anyone looks sexy doing this," he sighed. He then got a good idea and moved to the floor between Shoto's legs, planted the base of the dildo on his friend's crotch, and looked up at him with a sunny smile. "So do you like, make eye contact, or..." he awkwardly mouthed around the head, and tried to tuck his lips over his teeth to take it down.

"What if Kiri's dick is way bigger than this? Fuck, I'm screwed," Denki sighed.
 
"Squeeze your thumb," Shoto said distractedly, more focused on his pop now. He did look up once Kaminari was between his legs, and quirked his eyebrow. "If Katsuki was here, he'd blow you sky high. And not in the fun way."

He sighed. "You're not screwed, calm down. Kirishima is nice, just talk to him. Ask him what he likes. I couldn't make eye contact at first, but Katsu likes it, so I figured it out."

He pushed Kaminari away and took the dildo from him. Walking into the kitchen, he washed it under the sink before shifting through their fridge for the lemonade he'd made a few days ago. He poured himself a large glass and brought both items back with him, dunking the dildo in carefully before handing it back. "That should help with the taste."
 
Denki raised his brows when he was handed the newly rinsed dildo dunked in lemonade. He tried it, and the tang was nice, making it easier for him to take into his mouth. In his eagerness he might have taken it down too quick and gagged on it. "Fuck," he huffed, taking the glass of lemonade to chug.

"How big do you think Kiri is?" Denki asked, eyes glimmering. "I was thinking like a solid five inches." Average, but perfect to take on a daily basis. "I saw a dick print the other day when I saw him in sweats and Jesus, I almost drooled."
 
"Squeeze your thumb," Shoto says again, and sits forward to take one of Kaminari's hands in his, curling his thumb into his palm and his fingers over it. "Tight. It turns your gag reflex off."

He can sympathize with the sweats issue. "Katsuki wears them so often it should be illegal," he grumbles, and wonders vaguely if he and Kirishima have ever compared lengths. "Length isn't the real contender, though. Girth is."
 
Denki looked amazed when Shoto showed him how to turn his gag reflex off, and stuck his thumb back up to signal when it worked.

"Yeah," he said absentmindedly. "Bakugo does look good, huh?" He didn't mean it in the "I have the hots for your man" kind of way. Denki appreciated good looks and he'd always thought Todoroki and Bakugo were some of the most attractive in their class. "You know it's big when they wear sweats," Denki grinned. "Huh? You think so?"

"It'd just hurt if it was too thick," he said as he sipped on lemonade. "Think Kiri is more of a length guy." The blond blinked. "So... how did you seduce Bakugo? Think I'm gonna need some tips to try myself."
 
"You get used to it," Shoto said about thickness. Though he wondered if that was true for everyone, or just true for him because he was a slut. He's back to paying attention to what's left of his pop when Kaminari asks about seduction techniques.

"It's going to disappoint you," he says. "I just asked if he wanted to fuck." It hadn't really been that straight forward - he'd been too shy back then. It'd been a lot of stuttering and awkwardness and finally a kiss because actions always spoke louder than words. And a kiss had become more, and more, and they just hadn't stopped until they were cursing, fumbling, hormonal messes.
 
"Huh, I see that," Denki mused before he rummaged through his bag for more snacks, handing gummies over to Shoto. "Did you guys use condoms?"

He wasn't sure if that was a thing still, if people still practiced safe sex or threw caution out the window once they fucked once or twice. "But damn, Roki, it's true when they say the quietest guys are the freakiest," he teased. "No wonder you went for Bakugo." If there was anyone who could give it to a bottom hard, anytime and anyday, it really was Katsuki Bakugo.
 
Shoto took the gummies from his friend like they were payment for each answered question, and popped a few happily into his mouth. Katsuki wasn't a huge fan of airing out their sex life, but with Kaminari, Shoto didn't mind giving some details. If he'd had someone to help him out years ago, he would have taken it.

"For awhile, yeah," he says. They still do on occasion, but more for easy clean up. He lifts a shoulder at being called freaky, there was no need to really get into it. He'd learned a lot about himself over the course of his relationship that hadn't been there before Katsuki. "Don't feel like you have to know everything. Part of the intimacy is figuring it out together."
 
"Easy for you to say when Bakugo is so smitten with you. You could look like you rolled out of bed with bad breath and he'd probably think you were hot," Denki pouted. "And trust me, I know. Kiri and I used to talk about how we'd always just catch him staring at you. He'd get so flustered and pissed when we called him out on it."

He snickered a bit before he started snacking on his own chips with the lemonade. "You know, if things take off with me and Kiri, then we're probably gonna have more nights like these! Since, you know, Bakugo and Kirishima are gym bros. At first I tagged along but damn they really go hard."
 
*That* caught Shoto's interest. He felt impossibly young, wanting to take Kaminari by the shoulders and shake more information out of him. *Katsuki used to stare at me? When? How long? Did he ever say anything?* It's silly, he's going to marry the man, but damn if it doesn't make him smile like an idiot.

"I know," he says, he'd tried tagging along for a bit too, because he needed to stay in shape and because watching Katsuki get hot and bothered was always a good thing. But he couldn't keep up, and it wasn't as fun with how serious Katsuki got. He'd rather just blow him when he got home.

"Have you talked to Kirishima yet?"
 
"Yeah, I asked him out on a date tomorrow," Denki said casually, throwing up a victorious peace sign. "So that's why I'm here, getting some tips in case I get lucky."

A part of Denki hoped Kirishima was just as psyched about it as he was but the two gym rats hardly did anything but deadlift and train when in the "mode." Denki tipped his head back to look at Shoto since he was still sitting on the floor. "You know, I think Bakugo mellowed out a lot with you. I remember him mentioning it once, at the recovery room way back when, before you guys were even a thing. He said it was hard to control his anger because of the nitro-whatever in his blood. Like, it was actually something he couldn't stop, you know? But I think you helped him out a lot with that."
 
Shoto smiles, slow and genuine. "Proud of you, man."

Hearing that Katsuki had talked about his anger before, makes him pause while he chews his gummies. They'd never really talked about it much themselves - Katsuki's anger, even when overstated or undeserved, had never bothered him. He'd always had the patience to wait him out. To understand what was going on behind clenched fists. "Nitroglycerin," he supplies, not that Kaminari actually wants to know. "I like to think I help." Not because he actually thought it was something that needed to be fixed, but because he didn't want Katsuki to spend every day of his life pissed off. He wanted him to be happy, too. "I think he's made me ... louder." Bigger. Able to take up space.
 
"Louder is an understatement," Denki laughed. "You know this technically wouldn't be possible with the Roki from two years ago? You were always so quiet, and glare-y. At least Bakugo yelled." He'd always been more scared of Todoroki and his silent, judgmental looks.

"Sex was probably a big part of it," he teased. "Maybe you just needed to get dicked down." Like how some people needed food to feel better, maybe Todoroki needed cock.

"I think you always had it in you," Denki said. "The way you talked back to your dad, sticking up for yourself, even just making friends."
 
Shoto rolled his eyes but maybe Kaminari was right. Maybe sex had been a big part of it. It was how he and Katsuki had communicated, in those early days, and it was how his fiancé had first pulled noise from him. At least behind bedroom doors, Shoto wasn't silent and withdrawn.

"Maybe," he says, about all of it. Who knew who he would have been if he'd grown up normal. What he did know was that Katsuki gave him a safe place to figure out who he was now.

He finishes his gummies and holds his hand out for another snack. "Any other questions?"
 
Denki handed Shoto another snack, this time a roll of sour tape, and popped some gummy bears in his mouth. "Yeah, do you think it's weird if I ask Kiri if he's a top? What if I do get lucky and it turns out he's a bottom?"

He hadn't even realized how awkward those situations got until he'd experienced it himself with Shinsou. "I thought I could be a switch but I had a hard time getting it up when I was trying to, you know, get it in," he sounded a little embarrassed about it.
 
Shoto snorted, but honestly, he wondered what he'd feel like if Katsuki came home one day and decided he wanted to try switching positions. It'd never happen, he couldn't even let Shoto lay him down and blow him without going all dominate on him - but if he wanted to, could Shoto? He wasn't sure.

"You and Shinsou really had an awful time, huh?" He asks, and is honestly a little surprised Kaminari has the will power to keep trying. Shoto probably would have just died in embarrassment. His and Katsuki's first few times had been awkward and messy but at least they'd gotten off and been happy afterwords.

"I think you're safe though, at least he's never looked at Katsuki like he wants him to bend him over a locker room bench," Shoto mumbles. "I don't see the harm in asking, though. Better to know before you're hard and have nothing to do with it."
 
Denki nodded, and the two chatted about sex some more, until he went right back to practicing on the dildo. It was quite awful timing, because when Denki had the dildo down his throat, there was a beep at the door and Katsuki coming in sweating after his workout.

He stopped at the doorway and stared at the two, more so at Denki who pulled off the dildo and waved. "What the hell?" Bakugo snorted, like he was more amused than horrified.

He wasn't even going to ask. He headed straight into the shower as if he wanted nothing to do with what he'd just seen.

"Oh god," Denki whispered, flustered.
 
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