Zuzu? Are you in there?"

Bakugo slowly, reluctantly, withdrew his hands from Izuku's face. But not his eyes. Izuku couldn't look away either. He didn't want this moment to end. He'd been so close. He knew it with every fiber of his being.

We were about to kiss.

"Zuzu?"

"You should answer her," Bakugo whispered, staring at his mouth.

Izuku flushed with desire. "Probably," he whispered back. If only we had...just a few more minutes -

Inko knocked again. "Izuku, are you alright?"

"Yeah," he answered, dazed. "I'll be right out, mom."

Bakugo stood up and opened the door, all without taking his eyes off of Izuku.

"Honey! What happened to your face?!" Inko exclaimed, pulling Izuku out of the bathroom and getting up on her tip-toes to examine him. "And your hands...they're all wrapped up - "

" - I'm okay," he assured, his gaze still fixed on Bakugo.

"Oh," she said, catching sight of him. "Hello again, um - "

" - Katsuki," he introduced. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Last time I was...distracted."

Izuku blushed redder. Katsuki. He didn't expect someone like Bakugo to have such a feminine name. A name like that usually means moon. Or fragrance. But it can also mean...

Victory.

"Oh, that's alright," she said pleasantly, but there was a slight edge to her voice. "Thank you for patching up Izuku, but I'm afraid it's a little late for company."

Izuku suddenly hated his mother. I'm twenty years old. You can't shoo him away like a date who dropped me home. "It is late. Maybe you should stay over," he suggested pointedly.

Inko stared at him in surprise. "Honey, that's not what I - "

" - You're right," he replied, giving a small bow. "I'll see myself out. Good night, Mrs. Midoriya. Izuku."

"Goodnight...Katsuki," Izuku muttered shyly.

Bakugo flushed pink and looked away. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Inko locked the door behind him once he left. "You seem to be spending a lot of time with that boy," she inquired.

"We work together," Izuku explained.

"He works at Cinnabon with you? I've never heard of him before."

"No, Cinnabon is under construction. I got hired at Hot Topic."

She gasped, whirling around. "What?! Since when?"

Izuku shrugged. "June. Why?"

Inko started pacing, distressed. "Those people are bad news, Izuku. Just last week one of them left a man beaten and bloody in a dance club. A few days after that, a fight almost broke out in the sushi restaurant on Main Street. They're always out drinking and partying. All the girls in that group are...rather promiscuous - "

" - No they're not," Izuku argued.

Inko placed her hands on her hips. "One of them is a Hooters waitress. The others model underwear and lingerie. It's a shame to see bright young women wasting their potential by - "

" - Everyone's been really nice to me," he said. "And modeling isn't a bad thing. Or being a waitress. They work just as hard as I do."

She sighed. "And that Katsuki boy - "

" - Saved my life," Izuku snapped.

Inko smiled at him sadly. "No need to get defense, Zuzu. I just want you to be safe. I'm sure he's a nice boy but you can do better than a ruffian like him."

I'm not exactly helpless, Izuku thought. He might not be big or strong but that didn't mean he laid down and rolled over, either. When people tried to take a bite of him, he bit back.

"Working there part-time while you're in school is fine, but remember you only have a year left and then you'll graduate and start your career, so don't get attached."

"Good night, mom," Izuku said curtly, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

~.~

Izuku's heart fell when he excitedly left his apartment only to find the Acura. He expected Bakugo to be waiting there for him. He became intensely glad he hadn't eaten anything for breakfast. He would've just thrown it up anyway. he tried not to cry as he stepped into his car and turned his key into the ignition.

I was wrong, he thought. Or maybe he did like me but I screwed it up.

He blasted the radio as loud as it could go, trying to drown out his thoughts.

~.~

Bakugo usually got himself off before bed but he'd stayed up far later than he was used to. The second his head hit the pillow, he passed out. Then he woke up late, which meant he hadn't been able to shoot off a round in the shower in the morning, either. He was pent up. Especially after last night, when Izuku's mouth had been just inches from his in that cramped, hot bathroom. On top of that, it was Saturday. The mall would be packed from opening until closing, and his underlings would be going in and out of the stock room when the displays needed refilling. There wouldn't much of a chance of hibachi.

But after what he saw, he had no choice but to risk it.

Bakugo clocked into work, ready to make it onto the sale floor when he caught sight of Izuku through the crack of the door, bending over to fumble for something.

That damn nerd, he thought. Of all fucking times he chose today to wear skinny jeans.

Some deity had it out for him because only a monster would choose today for Izuku to look like the hot piece of ass he was. His viridian-green skinny jeans hugged his form perfectly. His cute, curvy, petite form, including the perfect round ass that Katsuki spent half his break staring at so he could fantasize and jerk off during the other half.

He dodged back into the storeroom and hid in the darkness. Then he bit into one hand as he slid the other down his pants to palm his erection. If he didn't get to finish and had to spend the next three hours hiding a raging hard-on, he'd implode.

He jumped at the sound of a turning knob and opening door.

Katsuki growled as he withdrew his hand. Dammit, I was close. Really close. "Kaminari, what part of Hibachi - " he froze, as he recognized the figure in the doorway.

Izuku stood there with flushed cheeks.

Like usually, his hair was fluffy. He wore a baggy T-Shirt that did nothing to hide his slim body. He'd skipped the gloves today. And the jewelry. Bakugo never thought he'd get aroused from seeing someone's bare, exposed hands.

"The hell are you doing here?" Katsuki gasped.

Izuku squeaked shyly. "My break's over soon...I came to clock back in."

Dammit. He's just doing his job. And what the hell was he doing? Oh, that's right. Being a pervert who couldn't keep his hands off his dick for five minutes.

Izuku cleared his throat. "I...I think I figured out what Hibachi means," he mumbled.

Katsuki blushed. "Y-yeah?" He snapped.

Shyly, Izuku walked forward and pressed a hand to Bakugo's crotch.

Bakugo exhaled shakily, thrilled by the unexpected friction. Izuku flexed his fingers experimentally, learning the outline of Bakugo's arousal. As he did so, Izuku tilted his chin up to look into Katsuki's eyes. The desire in his gaze matched his own.

They'd been tiptoeing around it all week. Ignoring it. But In the dark, private, quiet storeroom, the tension between them was overwhelming.

Izuku swallowed nervously, leaning up towards Bakugo's lips. "Katsuki..."

Bakugo shoved Izuku backward against the wall and claimed his mouth. Izuku gasped into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Bakugo's neck and allowing Bakugo to touch him. The blonde's hands ran down Izuku's abs and over his waist to cup his ass. He moaned as Izuku let him thrust into his hand.

He felt like a kid in an amusement park. There was so much to enjoy. So many things to process, he didn't know where to start. Izuku's tongue in his mouth was soft and tasted like cherries. His lips were even softer, better than he'd imagined. This morning he smelled like vanilla and mint. His body looked soft but every part of him was firm and toned. And his hand...small but strong, pressing against him...

He groaned into Izuku's mouth.

You taste so good. You smell...fuck...you feel amazing...

"You're so hard," Izuku whispered huskily, kissing him back.

Bakugo pulled away and laid his face into the nape of Izuku's neck with a snarl as he continued bucking his hips. "It's," he moaned, "Your," he moaned as he thrust again, "damn. Fault. You and those fucking jeans."

Izuku shuddered. "You're like an animal in heat," he marveled, struggling to press against Katsuki's frenzied bucking.

"I hate it," he admitted, breathing hard. "Every time you bend over, all I can think about is fucking you."

Izuku flushed, starting to get hard himself at Katsuki's words. "Why didn't you ever come over and talk to me?"

"Because I hated you!" Katsuki exclaimed as he bit back a pleased moan. "I'd just gotten promoted to manager and then you get hired next door a week later...all my focus just disappeared. I kept fucking up at work. I started needing to hide in here to get off so I wouldn't go crazy. You've turned me into a sex addict when all I wanted was - "

" - You're not the only one who's been distracted," Izuku admitted, breathless.

Katsuki finally pulled away. His face was flushed red from exertion now. His limbs trembled with fatigue. But his eyes were bright. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Izuku fought to catch his breath. "Why do you think I got a job at Cinnabon?

Bakugo stared at him blankly.

Izuku glared at him. "So when my boss caught me drooling I'd have an excuse."

Bakugo gasped, stunned. No way in hell...

Izuku continued palming the outside of Katsuki's jeans as he spoke. "Do you have any idea how many times I stuffed a cinnabomb into my mouth so I could feel something hot gush down my throat? It was all I could do to hold me over until I got home and could fantasize about taking in your hard, throbbing -

Bakugo's legs felt weak at the thought. "Stop," he begged, gritting his teeth. "You're torturing me."

"I want to do it," Izuku said, stopping the motion of his hand. "Please."

Bakugo shuddered, gawking at him. "W-what?"

Izuku licked his lips. "My mouth is watering just thinking about it," he admitted shyly. "For years, I've wondered what you taste like - "

" - Enough," Bakugo growled. He knocked Izuku onto his knees, beginning to undo the top button of his jeans. "You've got five minutes left on your break."

Bakugo pulled down his boxers enough to free his aching erection.

Izuku gasped, gazing with desire at the hard bulge in front of him. He's so much bigger than I thought. "You mean I get to - "

Before Bakugo chickened out or Izuku could change his mind, he thrust half of his length into Izuku's mouth while he was talking. He let out a sound he'd never heard himself make before. Something between a sigh and a whimper. The way Izuku's hot, wet, tight mouth felt around his needy cock was indescribable. And he wasn't even completely in yet.

Somewhere the logical part of his mind lectured him. You're his superior. This violates countless codes of conduct. You're crossing the line for what's acceptable between employees and supervisors.

But every voice of reason got drowned out by his ecstasy. I don't care if anyone walks in right now. I'm so close. What is it about him that drives me to do such perverted, lecherous things? Why can't I control myself?

His last voices of reason left the building when he looked down and saw the sight he'd dreamed of more times than he could count. Izuku's soft pink lips circled around his cock.

~.~

Unbeknownst to him, the sound he'd made struck a chord in Izuku. He'd never seen Katsuki so desperate. So at odds with himself. When he looked up, he could see the conflicted emotions play out on his face. He wanted this. Badly. Some part of him must have acknowledged that this was wrong... but he wasn't strong enough to hold himself back anymore.

It was beyond desire at this point.

I understand now, Izuku thought. Sex isn't just a want for him. It's a need. Like being thirsty or hungry...

And Katsuki was on the verge of starvation.

You've been starving both of us, Izuku thought bitterly. I could've had this years ago. But still, he relished the moment. His mouth was so full. Katsuki was hard as a rock, throbbing every time Izuku slightly moved his tongue. Izuku felt a thrill rush through him as he swirled the tip of his tongue over the head of Katsuki's erection, tasting his precum.

Katsuki growled with desire, just barely holding himself back from thrusting forward.

Without any prompting, Izuku began bobbing his head up and down Katsuki's length.

The blonde clearly hadn't been expecting this response because he almost collapsed before steadying himself with his palms against the wall. He let out another sound like he'd made before. Desperate. Pleading. A cry for help.

Katsuki's breathing got shorter and shorter as his orgasm edged closer. He couldn't help it. He started bucking forward whenever Izuku went all the way down, timing his thrusts to be in sync with Izuku's movements.

"I'm s-sorry," Katsuki shuddered under his breath. "Fuck I can't stop...AAH!" He sounded genuinely frustrated about it.

Izuku pulled his mouth off of Katsuki's cock and started stroking it with his hand. "I get it," he admitted. "I spent a lot of time in my storeroom too."

Katsuki groaned gutturally. "I'm abusing my power," he insisted. "As your manager - "

" - I'm grateful for this opportunity," Izuku whispered huskily. "I hoped when I took this job I'd get to help you like this."

"What?!" Katsuki gasped, staring down at Izuku.

Izuku spoke fondly. "I know you love your job. You want to do it well. You can't do that if you're stressed out." His voice was a purr. A contented, confident cat strutting figure-eights between the legs of his sex drive. "So let me take care of you."

Katsuki clenched his eyes shut. "Oh fuck...aah...Izuku - "

" - I swear," Izuku promised, planting passionate kisses on the head of Katsuki's hard-on. "Whatever you need me to do...I'll get it done." Those were his last words before sinking his mouth back down Katsuki's erection. He didn't stop until he felt the head of it brush against the back of his throat and he reached the base.

The shock and speed of it sent Katsuki over the edge. His mind went blank as insane pleasure erupted in him. Izuku moaned at the sensation of Katsuki's orgasm shooting into his mouth. Katsuki tried pulling away, uncertain whether Izuku wanted the taste of him on his tongue.

I've waited too long for this, he thought stubbornly. You're not depriving me of one drop, you bastard. Izuku growled angrily and grabbed Katsuki's hips to hold him in place.

Katsuki whined, ecstatic that Izuku let him ride out his orgasm in his mouth. The peak of it seared his nerves, then lessened to a more bearable rush of endorphins. His shoulders sank as he began to calm down. His forehead lowered to rest against the wall between his palms as he fought to catch his breath.

After a few moments, Izuku slowly and carefully relinquished his mouth so nothing would be spilled. Then he pulled up Katsuki's boxers and rebuttoned his jeans. He planted a soft, affectionate kiss on the outside of Katsuki's pants. "Tell me the next time you need me in the storeroom, okay?"

Izuku stood back up, allowing Katsuki to lean on him for support.

"Don't go out for Hibachi anymore without me." he leaned in close and whispered against his ear. "You're not the only one who gets hungry."

~.~

I'm so stupid, he thought as he mentally kicked himself. He's wanted me this whole time...I wasted...so much time...He stuck his nose long Izuku's hairline, snuggling into him. That girl was right, he thought. His hair...is soft...

"Katsuki?" Izuku asked, placing his hands on his shoulders.

I hate that I have to work, he thought. All he wanted to do was lose himself in Izuku. His scent. His body. His warmth. He'd never wanted to snuggle with someone this much before. But now that he had Izuku pinned against the wall, he couldn't stop. "You feel so good," he admitted deliriously. "So warm."

"We have to get back on the floor," Izuku whispered, ruffling Bakugo's hair to release some of the heat trapped there from exerting himself.

"I was so mad when those assholes hurt you," he mumbled. "When that girl had her hands on you. I hated it. I hated her."

Izuku gasped. "Katsuki - "

" - Don't let her do it again," Katsuki begged, burying his face in Izuku's chest. "Don't let anyone else touch you. Please. Izuku..."

He shyly kissed Bakugo's head and hugged him close. You're so cute like this...Kacchan. "Okay."