"Eijiro..." Todoroki hissed, beginning to grow frustrated. His cock throbbed underneath his pants, only being lightly palmed through fabric.

"Tell me what I wanna know." The other inched in closer, breaths of air tickling his neck.

"You want more?" Eijiro's nose nudged against his jaw and his brain spun so fast, he felt like he had whiplash.

The other's words made his legs clench, but a thigh between his own stopped him from being able to do so.

"No. You're going to talk."

Eijiro kept his leg planted as he stared down at the man below him. Shouto kept his mouth tight shut, too embarrassed.

"Come on, Shouto." The other coaxed, softly.

Todoroki only let out a small grunt in reply, lifting his hips to rut harder against Eijiro's hand.

"Ah, Ah, Ah - none of that."

He almost whined as the other lifted their hand off completely, leaving him to rock against the frictionless air.

"Fuck - Eijiro." Shouto panted, knuckles white as he gripped the sheets below him. He felt so needy all of a sudden - like he couldn't focus on anything else.

"Tell me you-"

Eijiro was cut off as the bedroom door slammed open.

"Tch. Having fun without me?"

Katsuki.

Todoroki immediately noticed he looked a little tense, almost stiff as slipped his jacket off. His eyes never left the blonde's face as they walked over, sitting next to Shouto's head.

"Oh, just a bit of fun." Kirishima chuckled, bringing his hand to cup his crotch.

"Ah..." Shouto breathed out, letting his head fall back against the bed as he peered up at the blonde.

His fists were clenched in his lap, flicking his eyes between Todoroki's reaction and Eijiro's hand.

"Kat-"

"Are you okay with this?" Bakugou interrupted, watching him intensely.

Todoroki simply nodded, breath shaken as Eijiro's hand slipped underneath his boxers. The blonde leant close, so close that he could probably hear Shouto's racing heartbeat.

"I need you to say it." His voice became husky, yet softer than before. He kissed up Shouto's neck, Eijiro lightly mouthing on the opposite side.

"Out loud." Kissing all the way up to his jaw, Katsuki's breath hovered over his lips, waiting for a response.

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Shouto's breath caught in his throat. It took him a few seconds to gasp out,

"I'm okay with... this."

Katsuki brought his hand to the back of Shouto's head and turned it towards him. Their lips instantly connected, moving in rhythm with one another. Slow, but desperate. With dual coloured hair between his fingers, Katsuki made a fist and lightly tugged, a muffled groan escaping the other's lips. No matter how hard Shouto tried to resist, their bodies were attracted like magnets, shamelessly rubbing together.

"More?" Katsuki muttered against his mouth, hand on his chest. Shouto rolled his head so he was looking at the door, reluctant to speak.

He was certain they weren't this talkative before... How come they had to interrogate him now?

"I'd answer him if I were you." Eijiro said, taking a hand out of his pants - much to his utter dismay.

"Well?" Katsuki asked, leaning closer to him and moving Shouto's head back to face him

"I feel...hot.." he said finally, a little breathless from the pressure on his chest.

"Where?" he asked, his smirk widening a little. Shouto tried to move his head to look away again but Katsuki held his chin.

"Where, Shouto?"

The dual haired fidgeted below the other, hating how the use of his first name affected him.

"It's-... down..."

"Where?" The blonde repeated, moving his hand down the other's body.

"Here?" he asked, hand on his ribs.

Shouto shook his head, the hand moved down further.

"What about here?" he asked again, hand near his belly button.

"Kats, don't tease him." Eijiro said, chuckling.

"Teasing is half the fun."

Katsuki finally smirked at Shouto's flushed face and misty eyes.

"Katsuki..."

"What, Shouto? What do you want me to do?"

"Just- fuck... Just touch me." He panted, tugging at his trousers. Katsuki's eyes widened at the sight, breaking out into a pleased grin.

"Fuck.." Katsuki muttered, proudly.

"Ei, help me out here."

The red head shuffled over and sat at Shouto's head, holding him by the ribs and pulling his torso up as Katsuki pulled his pants down.

Eijiro grinned at the bulge in the boxers.

"Well, well." He said with a chuckle.

He peered over at Shouto's face to review his expression and felt another crippling wave of horniness at how...vulnerable he looked. Usually at home, Shouto's face resembled a blank, slightly aloof stature but now, in the heat of the moment, he looked like the sexiest man alive. His cheeks were flushed; his eyes clouded and brimming with frustrated tears from excessive teasing.

"Fucking finally." Katsuki said, yanking down the boxers and throwing both them and the pants over his shoulder.

Shouto only felt slightly embarrassed at his leaking dick, white pearly liquid dripping from the tip.

"Somebody's excited." Came the deep rumble of Eijiro's voice behind him, vibrating Shouto's back which was now against the largest man's chest.

Katsuki grinned and licked his lips before placing one of Shouto's thighs over his shoulder, leaning down between his cheeks. The youngest gasped at the wet feeling against his rim - having never felt anything like it before, watching as Katsuki gripped his hips, pulling him into an easier angle.

"Feel good, Shouto?"

He gasped as rough fingers began to brush over his sensitive nipples. Shouto's moans answered his question, making both of the other men chuckle. Katsuki shoved his tongue in further, feeling the other throb and shiver.

He felt incredibly naked - not just from the blonde's probing tongue - but the fact the other two hadn't lost much of their clothing yet. Somehow the difference made him feel even more aroused.

"Ngh..." Shouto dropped his head onto Eijiro's shoulder, turning it to the side and attempting to curl away from the fingers at his chest. He felt so over sensitive there - the contact made his entire body shiver. Eijiro ignored the movement, relentlessly adjusting to continue torturing him. Katsuki must have felt his movement, for he tightened his grip on his hips, pinning him down.

"Kats, you're gonna want to prepare yourself as well." Kirishima spoke up after a while, mouthing the words against Shouto's neck. Katsuki drew back, flicking his hair out of his eyes.

Prepare himself?

Shouto didn't get time to ask as a new set of fingers penetrated him, roughly dragging against his walls.

"I'll take care of this." Eijiro mumbled, curling his fingers with painful accuracy.

"Ah...!" Noises slipped out of Shouto's mouth, Eijiro's other hand abusing his right nipple.

It took him a few moments to realise he wasn't the only one making noise.

Bakugou hissed, scrunching his eyebrows as his hips jolted. One of his shoulders rolled back, allowing his arm to reach behind him. He'd managed to strip himself of all his clothes, knelt with his legs spread - putting on a show.

"Don't hurt yourself, we have time." Eijiro called to him.

"Can't fuckin' wait anymore." He seethed, biting his lip. Shouto could barely tear his eyes away from the blonde's tensed and bare torso - nevermind his harsh v-line and trembling thighs.

"Kat-Katsuki?" Shouto questioned softly, panting. Katsuki let out a small groan and looked at him, red eyes locking with blue and grey.

"Yeah, Shouto?" he asked, a little breathless.

"What are you..." he whispered.

Bakugou grinned and looked over at Kirishima, whose expression was similar.

"Thought you could try out being middle today."

Middle?

"Is that okay?"

He found himself nodding, if he was going to be what he thought he was going to be...

It was going to be a rough night.

He was adjusted onto his hands and knees above Katsuki, Eijiro knelt behind him - shaking off his clothes.

A strange, possessive feeling flooded through him at the sight of Bakugou splayed beneath him - cheeks flushed with arousal and breathing heavily.

"Gonna stare all fucking day?" Katsuki grumbled, avoiding eye contact as his blush deepened.

"Maybe." Shouto replied, almost smirking as the blonde somehow became even more flustered. He wasn't sure what was happening - but he felt more confident now he was above Katsuki.

"Ready, Shouto?" The man behind him asked - interrupting before Bakugou broke a blood vessel.

Todoroki jolted as Eijiro wrapped a hand around his cock guiding it between Katsuki's legs - who's hips were propped up on a thick pillow.

No way... Is he-?

Shouto felt himself nod and immediately let out a choked moan as a mixture of pain and a strange new pleasure formed in his mind. Just as he'd sunk into Katsuki - Eijiro penetrated him from the back.

"How's that?" Eijiro asked, moving a little inside him. Shouto could barely focus - trying not to immediately and embarrassingly cum.

"Feel good?" he asked when Shouto failed to reply.

"It is...strange.." he said, frowning as he shifted his hips experimentally, slightly overwhelmed.

"It'll get better." Eijiro said, Katsuki nodded and lifted his hips at the same time. Shouto's muscles clenched and he yelped out, trying to move away only to gasp out - quickly realising there was no escape from the blinding pleasure.

"Kats-" Eijiro started but Katsuki shushed him, watching Shouto's face as he continued moving his hips. Todoroki eventually lowered his head, rocking his hips to chase the feeling.

Katsuki chuckled and sent a glance over at the red head - encouraging him to start thrusting again.

He watched Shouto's expression as Eijiro found a certain spot. The heterochromatic eyes widened suddenly and he let out a seriously erotic moan, before squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth.

"Right there, Shouto?" Eijiro asked him teasingly, brushing it again with the same reaction.

"Eijiro...! Fuck - I can't." Shouto panted, his erection aching and leaking inside Katsuki, his hips bucking and writhing as if on their own. No matter where he moved - backwards, forwards - he was overrun with pleasure.

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