Running around the back, Izuku found the stage manager. They'd been able to fix the bank of lights pretty quickly. The first band was already playing and since their lighting was simpler the crew had been able to work on everything while they were on stage. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, he flipped it off, he needed to concentrate.

"Thumbs up Midoriya, your guys will look good, I promise."

"Thanks," Izuku felt a wave of relief, this was a good venue, a perfect opening night. Big but still intimate. He'd sent the press to go interview the band, including Todoroki. He just hoped with all the coverage they would get some more spotlights on the P.V.'s songs. Their album was doing well but it needed a fresh boost. They'd decided to add two of Kacchan's new songs to the live concert playlist. One was different, moving from his heavier rock sound to more of a punk beat. He'd yet to hear the whole song, since he missed so many practices, so he was looking forward to hearing it tonight. Walking to the edge of the stage, Izuku heard the lead vocalist talking to the crowd about her new song, the band kicked up a quick beat and she began to sing, Melancholy Friend by Jayme Graves. Izuku loved their whole vibe. This song was softer, but it had a great sound and showcased her voice.

Putting his hands on the nerd's shoulders, Katsuki pressed his cheek against him placing his lips just at his ear, "she's good."

Kacchan's soft breath sent a jolt of anticipation through Izuku's body. He shivered, had they really kissed? Gazing up into those piercing ruby eyes, Kacchan stared back at his lips hungrily. Yep! They'd kissed. Blushing, Izuku quickly focused on his clipboard, a wide smile breaking out across his face.

"I can't see those green eyes when you look away," Katsuki ran his finger along his cheek.

Pushing his hand away, Izuku laughed, "Kacchan, Todoroki is downstairs, you need to go talk to him about the new songs." Turning Izuku pointed to the back stage, "I need them on his blog tomorrow front and center."

"I'm good here," Katsuki glowered, "I hate that shit."

Izuku pushed him towards the back stairs. "I know you do, but you need to go."

Catching him up in his arms, Katsuki smiled at him, "they'll be fine without me Deku."

Tilting his head, Izuku laid his hands on the blonde's chest, eyes sparkling. "Do you want to kiss me tonight Kacchan?" Izuku's voice was playfully stern.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, "seriously? You gonna pull that shit on me?"

"Try me." Izuku pushed at his chest, "these lips are off limits if you don't go talk to the press."

Sweeping his gaze down his body, Katsuki smirked "I can kiss more than your lips Deku."

"Kacchan!" Izuku's face erupted in a hot blush.

Chuckling, he kissed him quickly, "I'm going." He walked backwards staring at him, finally turning to go to the dressing room.

He stomped off down the hall to where the reporters were meeting with the band. Izuku sighed, he hoped Kacchan would behave himself at the casual get-together he'd set up. That was his preferred opening night press conference, most reporters were former band members and the thrill of opening night was electric. He found that the excitement was reflected better when the reporters tasted the magic of the night with the band themselves. The first group played their final song and the crowd sent them off stage with loud thunderous applause. Izuku clapped as they walked by, they were a perfect warm up band, the crowd was happy but ready for more. Running down the hall where Kacchan had disappeared, Izuku poked his head into the main dressing room. As he hoped the informal chat was going well, everyone was sitting around laughing and talking, even the blonde was chatting to a couple of people. Izuku called out, "hey everyone, only twenty minutes until start," he went to duck back out.

"Midoriya," he recognized Todoroki's calm voice.

Opening the door he stepped inside, "Todoroki?" He was waving him over to where he was sitting with Shinso. "Hey Todoroki, good to see you, anything I can help you with?" Izuku kept his voice professional.

"I was asking your singer some questions and I found out that you managed the Lollipops, is that true?"

"I did, uh, what about that?"

"I heard a rumor that one of them is going to go single." He watched as Midoriya's jaw went slack, he blinked several times. "I'm guessing from that look you weren't aware?"

"NO! Who?"

"It hasn't been announced yet, like I said it's just a rumor."

"Thanks Todoroki," Izuku pulled out his phone, he saw the missed calls, it was Midnight and his uncle. "I need to go see what I can find out."

"Hey Midoriya?" Todoroki smiled shyly, "would you consider letting me know? If it's going to go public, I'd love to scoop it before some others."

"I'll think about it," Izuku's mind was already racing. He ran down the hallway out into the night. Stopping on the outside platform, he caught his breath as he called Midnight.

"Midoriya."

"Is it true, is a Lollipop going single?"

"I don't know." She snapped, her voice tired. "I have some feelers out, I'll know more hopefully soon."

The door crashed open behind him, he spun seeing Kacchan.

"What happened?" He paused seeing Deku, his face was stark white.

Holding up his hand, Izuku pointed to his phone, "okay, okay Midnight, I'll call you after the concert is over." Hanging up, he slipped his phone in his pocket. "Nothing," Izuku began pacing the small area. Kicking his foot up on the metal frame, he cocked a brow. Izuku stopped, "what Kacchan? You have a concert, this has nothing to do with the PV's."

"I don't give a shit, it has to do with you, what happened?"

"It's something from the Lollipops."

"I got ten minutes, tell me what happened."

"I don't know, I need to make some calls and find out, but I think one of the Lollipops might be going single." He continued his chaotic pacing.

"What's wrong with that?"

"The only one that could make any money as a single would be Eri, she was the talent in the group."

"Oi, you're making me fucking dizzy with all that pacing," grabbing his shoulders, Katsuki saw the worry on his face. "You don't fucking know yet, right?"

"No," Izuku shook his head, gnawing on his lip.

"Maybe it's one of the shitty ones." The nerd shrugged and nodded. Katsuki studied him for a moment, "look, whoever it is, they go single, doesn't really change anything for you, right?"

"I guess not, it's just, I thought Eri and I were close, if it's her," he took a deep breath, "it'd be really crappy." Izuku heard his timer, "shit! Kacchan, you have to get going."

"You really do cuss a lot more now."

"Stop messing around, move!" Grabbing his hand Izuku went back inside, he could see the group leaving the dressing room heading to the stage. Suddenly he felt his hand pull away. Izuku turned around, "Kacchan!" He was bending over unlacing his boots. Pulling them off he thrust them into Izuku's hands. Catching up to the rest of the band, he walked barefoot on stage. The entire place let loose, screaming echoed off the walls of the entire venue. Izuku set the boots on the wardrobe rack and ran to the side. A hand shot out with ear plugs, he quickly put them in his ears, he looked over to see Ojiro, he mouthed thank you.

"Fuck, you sound good out there!" Shinso screamed into the mic, the already rowdy crowd managed to raise the level of noise at least three octaves. Shinso raised his arms asking for more, the crowd responded now thundering their feet, the place was shaking slightly. "Fuck yeah! We are the Pointless! Fucking! Vandals!" Bakugou hit a quick beat and the song exploded out across the crowd, (Behind The Trigger Nomad Stones) The fast beat and hard pace had the crowd on their feet, Shinso grabbed the microphone jumping to the edge of the stage, he ran slapping the fan's hands, his husky voice perfect with the riotous music behind him. The song moved to the guitar and drum solo, Kiri smiling as his fingers tapped out the challenging riffs, moving across the strings, his calloused fingers pulled the heavy sounds from his guitar.

The drums in this song were fast and powerful, Izuku pulled his clipboard into his chest, finally letting his eyes watch him. Set on a platform behind his massive drums, Kacchan was all motion, his arms flying as they pounded out the crazy rhythm. His face was set, jaw clenched, his eyes moving with his hands as he snapped out the incredibly fast beat. This time Izuku savored everything, his face already sweating under the hot lights as he set the ferocious pace of the song. His tight shirt pulled as his thick shoulders and arms moved, he looked every bit the Adonis that Shoji had warned him about, Izuku's stomach leapt, they'd kissed. That beautiful man had kissed him and wanted to kiss him again, Izuku sighed watching as they finished the song. The crowd was jumping up and down, a large section trying to rush the stage, Izuku held his breath, thankful he had beefed up security as he saw the guards directing people back to their seats.

"This is a crazy fucking crowd!" The place erupted to Shinso's panting voice. "Fuck, I want to introduce the band, you all know the best fucking guitarist in the world," Shinso backed up pointing to Kiri, "fucking give it up for Eijiro Kirishima!" Kiri played several chords eliciting screams and cheers. Izuku heard shouting from behind him, turning he saw Pinky and Yuga standing off to the side, jumping up and down screaming holding onto each other.

"Pinky!" Izuku called, she looked around hearing her name, her eyes grew wide when she saw him, grabbing Yuga, they raced to stand by him.

"Zu! Thank you for the passes, this is so awesome!" She jumped up and down hugging him. "Doesn't he look delicious! So tasty I wanna eat him up!" She giggled, holding Midoriya.

"He's pretty sexy Pinky," Izuku laughed.

"This guy is so hot," Shinso walked up behind Kiri and licked him on the neck, the crowd screamed, "he tastes good too!" He chuckled as Kiri backhanded him in the face laughing.

"Next up on bass," Shinso danced as Sero began plucking out a low beat, "that's fucking right! Sero Fucking Hanta!" The fans let loose as Sero played a low sound, his powerful fingers moving over the vibrating strings.

"Those fingers," Yuga held up his hand wiggling his fingers, "they're as good as they look!"

"Yuga!" Pinky hit him.

"Oh, and Kiri doesn't have strong hands?" Yuga air guitared moving his fingers copying Kiri's motions.

"Okay, okay," she blushed.

Shinso's husky voice continued as Sero drew out his last note, "He's on fucking fire tonight everyone, scream if you want this man!" There was a chorus of screams that rippled through the crowd, adding to the deafening applause. "That's what I fucking thought." He walked toward Bakugou, the crowd erupted, thundering feet again, the building shook slightly. Shinso could feel the vibrations through the floor, this crowd was fueling him, making him feel alive.

"Everyone loves Bakugou," Pinky bit her finger, "they all want the drummer," she glanced at Midoriya. He was as transfixed as the crowd, a big grin on his face. "Better watch out Zu, you'll end up loving him too shorty," she muttered, patting his curls. He looked at her questioningly, she just smiled in return.

"Fuck, you'd think ya'll know our drummer," another octave added to the sound, Bakugou began to bang out a quick beat, he added a double beat speeding up his hands, he moved faster and faster. Shinso danced in front of the drums, until he was practically running in place keeping up with the fast drum pace. He stopped, "FUCK ME! Katsuki Bakugou," Shinso roared, holding out his hand to Bakugou. "Okay, I'm noticing something wrong here." The crowd dulled for a moment, the noise swirling waiting to go off again. Shinso stepped up into the drum area behind Katsuki, he was scowling at the singer.

"Get the fuck off my platform," the microphone picked up Bakugou's voice his words ringing out, laughter mixed with the screaming.

Shinso shook his head, "I can't until I fix this problem," he tugged at the blonde's shirt, which was already stained in sweat. "You got way too much clothing on Baku baby," the crowd agreed applauding, random screams from various places.

Izuku held his breath, he'd never seen one of their stage shows, was this part of the routine? The look on Kacchan's face was not happy, Shinso was teasing him, tugging on his shirt.

Sliding a hand down his chest, Shinso, leaned over him, "I'm doing what every last person in this fucking place wants to do right now," his husky voice soft in the microphone, the crowd agreed. "Now fucking take it off for us." He walked off the platform, turning around as he waited, pointing to Bakugou.

Izuku could see the tongue click, it was the small twitch in his jaw, he scowled. Finally, Kacchan ripped off his shirt throwing it to the ground, the entire venue cheered. Even Izuku had to agree, he was incredibly sexy without his shirt, but he felt bad, being forced to strip in front of a crowd wasn't okay, he really hoped it was a routine.

Yuga shook his head, "Shinso knows how to draw in the crowd."

Grinning Shinso turned back to the crowd, "and if you don't know me, then fucking crawl back under your rock, I'm Hitoshi Shinso, lead singer of the Pointless Vandals," the screams were now higher pitched, a wave of energetic bodies surged towards the stage. "Our next song tonight is different, I hope you like it, our drummer wrote it, like most of our fucking songs. It's gotta really great sound, I think you'll love it." He laughed, "plus I get to say fuck you the entire song!" Shinso lifted up his arm and pointed at Bakugou, who set a rapid beat and Kiri and Sero started in on the fast-paced song, (Nothing to Me, Goldfinger)

A tall figure moved into Izuku's peripheral vision, he turned to see Todoroki listening intently to the new song, it was very different from their normal sound, but the energy was incredible. The crowd was dancing in their seats and aisles. Izuku really hoped Shoto would like the song enough to plaster it on his web blog tonight. Watching the red and white haired reporter out of the corner of his eye, Izuku was happy to see him thumping his fingers to the beat, he had a small smile on his face. He liked the song. Smiling himself, Izuku continued to watch the band play. The song ended, the crowd was almost out of control, security holding them back from running on stage, the band went straight into their next song.

Standing to the side of the stage Ojiro pushed his ear plugs into his ears. The brat was on fire, he soaked up the energy of the crowd and pushed it right back out again, it was impressive. Ojiro knew the stamina it took to be able to do that, stars that were almost lifeless after a big show, others buzzed like they'd done a few lines of coke. He wondered what Shinso would be like afterward. He wouldn't be able to see him, he'd have to go down to the bus once they were done in case anyone needed to get on, but he'd see him later. Maybe even see the real Shinso? The one he saw last night. He tapped his fingers to the song. Holding the microphone, he started making introductions, his cocky arrogance on full display. Ojiro glowered as he pushed the drummer to take off his shirt, what the fuck was that? He crossed his arms, he guessed he needed to needle the drummer somehow. He hid his jealousy well with him, or maybe Bakugou knew, it definitely broiled under the surface with Shinso. His declaration on the bus was clear, whoever wanted him, better only want him. Ojiro sighed, he wasn't sure what he wanted, this kid was crazy, he was easily five years younger than him, in such a different place in his life. Shinso spun around and saw him, the singer smiled knowingly, pointing to himself. Singing the song, he turned back to the crowd again. Ojiro knew what he meant, only me, he laughed to himself, on stage Shinso was the one giving the orders, that was where he reigned. Settling back, he watched only him, smirking when purple eyes landed on him, checking, making sure he wasn't looking anywhere else.

"That was a great night," Sero lay spread out on a chair in the dressing room, his head in Yuga's lap. The last few reporters had come through and finished their post-concert interviews. "You wanna drive me back?"

"Sure." Yuga beamed at him.

"You heading down?" Katsuki was tired, it had been exhilarating, a fucking high like no other and after the concert was over, he'd been feeling amazing. He'd wanted to celebrate with Deku but he'd given them quick congratulations on the concert and disappeared. He'd texted him twice now with no response, he knew he was stressed over the Lollipop news. "I'm heading to the bus." Maybe he'd heard something by now.

"We'll walk down with you." Sero draped himself over Yuga as they walked down the hallway and out the back, the bus was sitting open, Ojiro in his same spot.

"Hey Ojiro," Sero waved at him, "Kiri went back with Pinky and I'm going to catch a ride with Yuga."

"Okay," Ojiro nodded as they continued out into the large parking lot. "Where's Shinso?"

"He's talking to Todoroki in the dressing room."

"Nerd in there?" Katsuki pointed inside the bus.

"Yep, been in there a while, think he's on the phone with someone." Ojiro glanced up the stairs where Midoriya had disappeared a little while before.

"It's the fucking middle of the night," Katsuki looked at his watch

"Yeah, think it's the big guy, Mr. Aizawa, something about The Lollipops?"

"Yeah, the nerd told me one of them might go single? Did you know them?"

"I did, drove them a lot when they did domestic tours. Honestly the only one I liked was Eri, she was cute, acted like a real girl." Ojiro closed his magazine, he was tired but until Shinso was back on the bus, he couldn't leave. Picking up his coffee, he drank the now cold liquid, he grimaced.

"Not sure when Shinso will be done, want a new pot?" Katsuki smiled at the face he was making.

"Thanks," Ojiro nodded, "I can make it though, you look like shit, you could probably use some sleep too."

Climbing on the bus with Ojiro, Katsuki saw the nerd, he was sitting on the couch, bent over, face in his hands. "You okay?" He sat down next to him.

"Yeah, I've got a call set up tomorrow with my uncle and Midnight," Izuku looked up, forcing a smile, "I'm sorry I missed the after party." The blonde grunted leaning back on the couch, he laid a hand on his back.

"What's the scoop?" Ojiro started to make some fresh coffee.

"It's true, someone went single, but they signed with Eighth Circle, that's all they know."

"Fuck, Eighth Circle?" Katsuki raised his brows, "what idiot would sign with that agency? They just fucking use and abuse their people." The nerd turned to look at him, his eyes wide with panic.

"Was it Eri?" Ojiro glanced over.

Tears sprang in Izuku's eyes, "I sure hope not," he whispered. The thought of his sweet Eri with some terrible company. "She would come back to us, I know she would." Izuku's voice wavered with uncertainty.

"I think you need fucking sleep and figure out what the true story is tomorrow," the nerd's eyes were bloodshot with dark circles underneath. "You look as bad as Freak," he chuckled ruffling his hair.

"That bad?" Izuku smiled weakly. The three men grew quiet as the coffee machine spurted hot liquid into the carafe.

"I'll wait outside," Ojiro poured a cup of coffee as soon as there was enough. "I'm just waiting on Shinso now, we'll head out soon."

"Thanks Ojiro, I'm going to hang out here." Izuku waved as he left.

"Got it," he ran down the stairs.

"I'm gonna take a shower, I feel gross," Katsuki touched the nerd's cheek, he was still staring at the floor, his brain clearly spinning. "Alright, come on, let's get you into the back." Pulling the him up from the couch, Katsuki wrapped his arms around his waist picking him up, "I'm dragging you to bed where you're laying down to get some rest."

"Kacchan, I can't," Izuku protested quietly.

"If you don't then I'll push us both into that small shower and distract you with another kiss." Katsuki chuckled seeing the look on his face.

"Oh," Izuku blushed a hot red, the idea of standing naked in the shower with him blitzed his brain of any remaining thoughts. "I, um." Kacchan kissed him softly, letting his lips explore his mouth.

"I went to the press conference as commanded," Katsuki traced his lip lightly with his tongue.

"You did," a shudder rippled through Izuku's body as Kacchan nibbled at him, dancing over his lips. His hot tongue swept through his mouth, exploring him slowly. This kiss was tender, his large hand cupping his cheek. Laying his hands on his broad shoulders, Izuku ran his fingers down his arms, feeling the hard muscles under his skin. The heat of their kiss sent a jolt deep into his groin. Izuku groaned softly, he could feel the growing tension building.

"I like that sound," Katsuki whispered into his mouth. The nerd's noises were so erotic, he wanted to touch him everywhere just to hear what came out of his mouth. He ran his hand down his back pressing him into his body. Bakugou felt him harden against his thigh.

Izuku pulled out of his arms, blushing, "I - I think I'll lay down while you shower." Had Kacchan felt his erection? He backed away quickly.

"Where you going? You like to run away from me Deku" He snagged the nerd pulling him back into the embrace, he pushed his hips against his now rigid cock.

"I just, I - I'm." He fell silent.

"Hard as a fucking rock," Katsuki's hand rubbed against his erection, he could feel the nerd's cock throb.

"I'm sorry!" Izuku squeezed his eyes shut.

"Why are you fucking sorry?" Katsuki kissed him, rubbing harder. "I love how turned on you are."

"Kacchan, stop, oh god, don't," he tried to pull away but he couldn't move, the waves of pleasure from his hand were crippling.

"In fact, I want you to get fucking hard every time you look at me." Katsuki used his other hand to pop the button on his pants, "then I can do this to you." Pushing the nerd back slowly, he eased him onto the bed. Hovering over him, Bakugou kissed his neck, licking along his skin, pushing into his underwear he looped his fingers around his cock.

"You, you," Izuku threw back his head, his eyes closed as Kacchan's hand slid into his pants touching him. "I'll cum if you do that!" He covered his face.

"Good," Katsuki's voice was guttural, "I wanna hear you Deku," he pushed away his hands blocking his face. Kissing a path to his neck, he tugged on his earlobe, licking the curl of his ear. "I wanna hear those fucking noises you make," he stroked his dick deliberately slow, taking his time, letting him feel his rough hand. A sharp hiss escaped the nerd's lips as he bucked following his hand.

"I wanna, oh god, Kacchan, do that faster," Izuku whined, the feeling of his hand was overwhelming as his rough calluses slid over the tip of his cock. A soft mewl escaped his lips, "that feels good."

"Slow down Deku," Bakugou kissed him, tasting his mouth, he could feel the vibrations of his groans as he sucked on his tongue. Standing up quickly, Katsuki pulled off his shirt, opening a drawer he grabbed his lube, squirting a small amount on his hand, he threw the bottle on the bed.

The loss of the blonde's heat and hand was jarring, Izuku blinked, "Kacchan?" He pulled himself up on his elbows. He was standing, shirtless, dark red eyes reflecting raw desire. Izuku's body shivered, "come back," he begged, laying back down, he reached out for him. He wanted him, no, he felt another wave pulse through his cock, precum collecting at the tip, it was more than that, "I need you."

"You do?" Katsuki's voice was hoarse, he climbed back over the nerd, staying on his knees, he ducked under the top bunk.

"I do, I always have Kacchan."

"Fuck," Katsuki stared at him. He was studying him with his brilliant green eyes. He smiled as Deku's gaze fell on his nipple rings, a loud groan that trailed into a soft hum rose from the nerd's throat. He laughed, "you love my piercings," Bakugou's body was shaking, his dick was so hard it threatened to burst through his pants.

"Can I touch you?" Izuku's voice was thick with need.

"Anywhere you want," he reached up to his chest, his fingers trailed over his nipples, lifting the rings.

"Can you feel that?"

"Yes, I can feel you," Katsuki pulled the nerd's pants down further, pushing his legs open, he slid his lubed hand deep between his legs, cupping his balls, he fingered them, rubbing his taint with his thumb. He let out a shuddering laugh.

"Oh god, Kacchan," Izuku didn't think he could get any harder, but his fingers on his balls sent another crippling wave through him. Gritting his teeth against the surge in his groin, he squeezed his eyes shut. "I'll cum soon if you do, UHN," Kacchan wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking him now, the lube letting his hand slide easily over his entire shaft. "Oh fuck!" Izuku gasped, sitting up, the blonde pushed him back down.

"Go ahead Deku, I fucking want to see you cum," Katsuki was panting now, his own body slamming his brain for release. He stroked his cock, the perfect size for his hand. "I think the German grip would work best for you," Bakugou teased using his middle finger more firmly, bending his elbow and flicking his wrist, his hand moving up over the tip and back. After a few tugs, he stopped to splay his hand at the base, cupping his balls. Precum dripped from the tip of the nerd's cock in a solid flow, he was squirming clearly desperate to cum. Katsuki laid a strong hand on his chest, holding him still. "Feel it, don't fucking fight it." He felt him relax, "there you go." Kissing his chest, he bit at his soft skin. "What's wrong?" He teased him more, moving his hand slowly, thumbing his sensitive tip. "Want me to go faster?"

"Yes,'' Izuku choked out, "Please! Kacchan!"

"I like how well you beg Deku," Kacchan stroked him faster.

Trying to keep his body still as the swirling pleasure slammed into him, Izuku wailed as his orgasm hit. "There!" He screamed as Kacchan's rough hand moved up his shaft with the last needed stroke, his balls convulsed, the first wave of cum shot from his cock. His muscles clenched as Izuku felt another stream shoot over his body. Clenching the bed, he shuddered as Kacchan continued to stroke him, it felt like his cock was spurting endlessly.

Feeling him bulge, Katsuki stroked him to his release, a stunned expression on the nerd's face as pleasure wracked his body. His cry as he orgasmed was irresistible, Bakugou bit his lip, fuck, that was a sound he wanted to hear again. Once the nerd finally fell back, his body exhausted, Bakugou kissed him again moving his tongue lazily through his mouth. Deku tugged on his blonde spikes, kissing him back.

"Kacchan," he whispered in the kiss.

"Now you do need to get into the shower with me," Katsuki sucked his lips, nipping him gently, he felt the nerd tense slightly. "I'm teasing you Deku, it's too small, but it would be fun."

Laughing nervously, Izuku closed his eyes, enjoying the soft kiss. A blush rushed to his cheeks, "I can't believe, I mean, I came on you." He looked down at the mess on his stomach.

"Fucking fantastic," Katsuki reassured him, "I'd like a bigger mess next time, we need to clear out all this thick shit, get you cumming every fucking day." He licked the nerd's stomach.

"What!?" Izuku's eyes widened as Kacchan licked at a glob of white cum on his body. "Don't - Don't do that," Izuku stammered, he didn't think he could get hard again, but another surge was threatening. "Kacchan," he groaned.

"Too much?" Katsuki stood up.

"Wait! Don't leave," Izuku panicked, suddenly he wanted to be held.

"I'm getting something to clean us up, I won't leave you Deku." Going to the bathroom, he grabbed a towel and wet cloth, he slipped back into the room. The nerd was still laying on the bed, his arm over his eyes. "See, I'm back," he sat on the bed, using the warm cloth he began wiping down his body. He heard him groan again. "Getting you off?" he chuckled.

"No, now I'm embarrassed," Izuku admitted from under his arm. He'd panicked when Kacchan had left, but then lying alone the impact of what they'd done hit him.

Pulling up his arm, Katsuki stared at his shimmering green eyes, he shook his head, "not with me Deku, never with me." He kissed him softly, wiping his body using slow movements. "I want you to always let go with me."

"O-Okay," Izuku's voice was small, his mind still spinning from his orgasm, the warm cloth felt good, he closed his eyes, letting Kacchan take care of him. "That does feel really nice," he smiled, full lips touched his, kissing him gently.

"This is good until we get back to the hotel." Katsuki helped him get comfortable on the bed. Laying down next to him, he pulled the blanket up over his body. The nerd pushed into him, his body completely relaxing.

"Take your shower Kacchan," Izuku smiled sleepily, "I'm fine now."

Katsuki stroked his curls, "are you sure, I can stay for a while."

"Mmm, no it's okay." He nuzzled into his chest feeling the heat of his body. "This was enough," he yawned.

"Okay, sorry, I get pretty itchy after a concert, I hadn't noticed it until now," he laughed, "you had me fucking distracted." Getting up, Katsuki grabbed his shower bag and a change of clothes. "I'll be back soon," he ducked out of the room, going into the bathroom. Based on the nerd's reaction he guessed that was the first time he'd had been touched like that, grinning wickedly, Katsuki looked forward to a lot of firsts with him. Turning on the shower, he stripped in the small bathroom. Stepping under the warm water, he stroked his own erection keeping the vision of the nerd's sweet face as he reached his orgasm in his mind. Cumming hard, he leaned on the shower wall catching his breath, that would be so much better with Deku's help, his hand or mouth. "Fuck, soon enough," he smiled, washing off his body.