He was hard again.

Todoroki groaned and rolled over. The tightness in his boxers was increasingly uncomfortable. No matter how much he cooled his body, the pulsing heat stayed.

It wasn't like he couldn't masturbate, he'd already done that.

3 times already...

He must have been hit by a quirk or gotten some sort of illness - because this was just unnatural. Even in his UA days - his sexual awakening - he didn't get it up this frequently. It had been 4 days now. 4 days of spontaneous problems 'popping up', to his utter dismay. At work, in the field, home, even in the gym.

It was like he was cursed.

Ever since...

Ever since that day.

Todoroki had to go out and buy a new coffee table. He genuinely couldn't look at it without having an aneurism.

His dick chose that moment to throb against his thigh.

"Ngh..." He whined, kicking off his bedsheets.

It was all their fault.

'Their' being his two boyfriends.

Fuck, he actually has a boyfriend? Not one but two? Fuyumi's gonna faint when she finds out.

*If she finds out.

He avoids Bakugou at the office now. His work trousers are the worst at hiding his boner. The sofa pillows are his new best friends - one always being over his crotch whenever he's watching TV with one of them. He's invaded with dreams and images every night. Honestly, he's glad their shifts meant they still slept separately rather regularly or he would be completely screwed.

It can't go on like this.

Todoroki glared at his phone screen.

A slightly creepy cartoon man stared back.

Ah.

Todoroki frowned.

How exactly was he supposed to do that though? He zoomed in under the heading to read the rest of the article.

Discussing your needs can seem awkward at first, but it can actually be a good way to bond with your partner. Few people have sexual desires or needs that exactly aligned, which means you and your partner(s) need to have open, honest conversations about each person's needs.

Right. He can do that... It will make his 'issue' go away - right?

...

Bakugou's bedroom door opened with quiet creak.

Todoroki heard a rustle under the covers. It was dark in the room, only lit by the bulb in the hallway spilling over Todoroki's shoulders.

"What." The irritated grumble was muffled by the duvet.

"I have sexual needs." Todoroki spoke in monotone.

"What?" A scruff of blonde hair rose from the sheets - attached to a squinting, half asleep Bakugou.

"Um..." Todoroki hesitated, realising he'd come awfully underprepared.

"The fuck do you want?"

*A squinting, half asleep, pissed off Bakugou.

He remained paused in the doorway, racking his brain of something decent to say.

I keep getting boners.

Too blunt.

I want you to stop giving me boners.

Too forceful?

I am experiencing sexual frustration.

... Maybe.

"Fucking hell, what?!" Bakugou was starting to sound a little more agitated, the familiar pops of crackling explosions reaching his ears. It probably wasn't a good time - but Bakugou's sleepy voice was really not helping the hard on still plaguing him.

"I might have a boner disease."

True.

"Did you need to tell me that at fucking 3am?!" The blonde shouted, covers thrown off his body.

Oh.

Todoroki ducked as pillow whizzed over his head and quickly retreated back to his room, ignoring Bakugou's screaming.

Note: Don't irritate Bakugou at 3am.

...

Todoroki pressed the cushion harder into his crotch.

"Hahaha - I love this guy, man. He's literally Bakugou in another universe." Kirishima chuckled from beside him.

He only hummed in reply, quickly glancing over to make sure Kirishima hadn't clocked on to his 'problem'.

The red heads arm was slung over his shoulders - Kirishima did it all the time now. At first it was awkward, the other pretending to yawn to sneakily have an excuse to reach over and touch him. Nowadays Kirishima slung it over with no thought, which in this case - wasn't particularly helpful.

He couldn't even focus on the TV, stiff under the others arm.

"Hey... Todoroki."

He snapped his gaze away as Kirishima turned to him.

"I'm sorry about the other day - I hope we didn't like... scare you off or anything?" Kirishima questioned, sheepishly. Glancing over, he realised just how awkward Kirishima looked.

"That's not it..." Todoroki choked out.

Never mind Kirishima not noticing...

"You sure? You look like you want this sofa to swallow you whole right now." The other joked, contradicting the tense smile on his face.

"I'm sure." He rushed out, turning to hide his face.

"So you'd like to do it again?" Kirishima prompted, dragging his fingers up Shouto's shoulders and brushing against his neck.

He could feel the phantom pressure of Kirishima hand around his throat...

"Yes." He hissed, the pressure of the cushion doing no favours. He finally turned back to see red eyes flicking up from his lap.

They stared at each other for a few suspenseful moments.

Todoroki braced himself for a bruising kiss, wandering hands, sinful-

"Good." Kirishima smiled - real this time - and slumped back into the sofa, hand dropping back down to his shoulder.

What?

He watched Kirishima for a few seconds, the other did nothing but chuckle at the TV again.

He's not going to do anything?

Now his boner feels even worse.

...

"Momo."

"Shouto? Are you okay?"

"Yes."

There was a pause.

"No."

"What's going on? You're not in trouble or anything are you?"

"No. I need... advice."

"Oh! Are you-"

"I'm dating Bakugou and Kirishima."

There was a gasp from the other side of the phone.

"And I've been having... testicular problems-"

"Shouto wait-"

"I've already looked online to try and fix it but it just won't go down-"

"Shouto!"

"I don't know what to do and I thought about talking to Izuku but he's just got that new case and I-"

"SHOUTO!"

Todoroki snapped out of his rambling.

"Take a deep breath."

He quickly took a breath, not realising his breathlessness. Leaning back against the brick wall, he took a moment to centre himself. Cars rumbled by, the sounds of engines echoing, bouncing around the walls of the alleyway.

"Okay, first- you're dating!? Why didn't you tell me?" He tried to ignore the pang of guilt that settled in his gut.

"I'm telling you now..."

"Is this why you haven't spoken to me properly in so long?"

"Yes... Sorry."

Momo sighed, then broke out into small giggles.

"Oh, Shouto... I'm happy for you."

Todoroki paused, surprised by the sentiment. He fiddled with the zip of his hero suit nervously.

"Ah... Thank you."

Momo giggled again at his awkwardness.

"And your... testicular problems. It's normal, okay? You're attracted to your boyfriends aren't you?"

He listened to her words carefully.

"Yes but..."

"Look Shouto, I know you. You bottle things up until you can't cope anymore. It's the same here. Have you been taking the initiative with your sexual activities?"

He flicked his eyes to the metal door a couple metres away, he'd stepped out of the agency to call Momo, Bakugou's probably noticed he was missing by now.

"No..."

"Well maybe it's time you started, hm?"

He sighed. Momo was right.

Didn't make it any easier though.

"It's just-"

Suddenly there was a loud metallic bang.

"Oi, stop slacking off, Icyhot."

Bakugou stood in the doorway, glaring at him. He let his mouth twitch in subtle smirk, keeping eye contact.

"Sorry, I need to go."

The others eyes snapped to the phone in his hand, as if he'd only just noticed it. Momo giggled, hearing Bakugou.

"Ah! One more thing-"

Bakugou's foot tapped impatiently.

"Remember to be safe! Consent is key-"

He quickly snapped his eyes away, desperately trying to ignore the flashing images of being bent over the coffee table - fucked out of his mind. His dick unhelpfully twitched at the thought.

"Ah- yes. Thanks - goodbye."

"Goodbye, Shouto!"

"Who the fuck was that?"

Bakugou had walked over, standing barely a foot away. Too close.

"Momo."

He let his eyes flick to the exposed skin of Bakugou's hero suit. He could remember the way the muscle flexed as Bakugou drilled into him.

The temperature around them rose.

"Tch. What were you talking about?" The blonde fidgeted slightly under Todoroki's heated gaze.

He felt...

Todoroki decided to take initiative.

He pushed away from the wall, obliterating the distance between the two of them. Bakugou stumbled back at the sudden movement but Shouto followed, tipping his head down marginally to get close to the other's face. The blonde kept stepping back until he hit the wall on the opposite side. Todoroki crowded him there, placing both his hands on Bakugou's hips. He watched the way the other's eyes widened, the hint of a pink flush tainting his cheeks.

"The-The fuck are you doing?" Katsuki firmly placed his hands on Todoroki's chest, quickly checking if anyone was around them.

"Taking initiative." He replied casually, getting so close his lips brushed against the blonde's.

"And what exactly are you trying to say, dumbass?" Bakugou snapped, clenching the fabric of Todoroki's suit. Stepping impossibly closer, he pushed his thigh in between Bakugou's legs. He silently smirked at the way the other's breath hitched.

"I don't really know how to put it in words." Todoroki murmured, flexing his hands on the blonde's waist. He wasn't really sure what was happening - he was just moving by instinct.