"Staring at me doesn't help me concentrate," Shota growled as he flipped through the contract. He flicked an annoyed glare at the men across from him crammed into the small booth in Thirteen's dining area.

"We're just nervous Mr. Aizawa, we hope you can find something to help Eri," Izuku tried to move sideways to give Kacchan more room. His back was grinding against the wall as his big body pressed into him so hard, he could barely breathe.

"Oi, get the fuck out of the booth," Katsuki shoved himself sideways, Kiri and Sero went flying onto the kitchen floor. Taking up their now empty spots, he spread out to keep them from trying to climb back into the booth.

"Kacchan!"

"They were fucking smashing you into the wall."

"It's okay Zu, we're used to him," Kiri kicked Bakugou's leg, "fucker," he scrambled back immediately, out of his range.

"Fuck," Shota snarled, "this is pretty iron clad shit, they always write a good contract." Shaking his head, he noticed Midoriya's face fell, "not sure we can get her out of this." Another movement, Shota watched as Bakugou put his arm around his nephew, rubbing his shoulder. Black eyes narrowed at the gesture.

"Mr. Aizawa?"

"Yes Ojiro?" He paused a brief moment before looking up at the driver sitting on the couch with Shinso.

"Toshi made a comment yesterday that got my head spinning. He was asking when Eri's parents let you know she was quitting?"

"Toshi?"

"Ah, Shinso," Ojiro's ears colored a soft red.

"He calls me fucking Toshi, got an issue with that?" Shinso raised his brows challengingly.

"No," Shota glanced down at the other two idiots now sitting on the floor together. "What is this? The fucking love bus?" He muttered under his breath, pinching his nose. "Sorry Ojiro, I would need to ask Midnight, she'd have all that information." Tapping on his phone he called his sister, putting her on speaker.

"What's up? You got the contract?"

"We did, Eri was brilliant."

"She always was the smartest, did Midoriya meet with her?"

"He's right here and he did."

"Hey Midnight," Izuku leaned forward so she could hear him.

"Shinso has a question," Shota waved him over. Standing at the booth, Shinso pointed to the seat next to him. "Fuck," Shota slid over giving him room.

"What?"

"When did Eri's parents let you know she was quitting?"

"Hang on, let me get my notes," they could hear clicking as Midnight typed on her computer. "I got an email from her mom just over two weeks ago officially requesting dissolution of the contract based on minor status."

"But didn't that Yamada guy say that Eri's parents moved here a couple of months ago?"

"He did Freak, you're right," Katsuki agreed, "they moved into a house that's owned by Kai Chisaki."

"What?" Shota's brows snapped together, "who the fuck owns that house?"

"According to the P.I., it's in a trust held by Kai Chisaki," Kiri chimed in from the kitchen floor.

"What P.I.?"

Kiri nudged Sero, who sat cross legged on the floor with him. "His uncle is an investigator so we asked for help, he did some digging and found out that they moved here a few months ago."

"Are you fucking shitting me!?" Midnight yelled over the phone. "That's fucking breach of contract right there Shota!"

Steepling his fingers, he nodded, "it is Midnight, so he's been planning this for a while, and got to the parents somehow. He must've been working on this for quite some time."

"Eri had already been telling her mom that she was upset at that point," Izuku added, "the day I saw her she was really excited that they'd moved here, she could see all her old friends."

"I have in my notes that you told me about a month ago she was unhappy, Midoriya."

"That sounds right."

"So, get them to move here, Eri wants to have her old life back and let her quit, thinking it was her decision, minor's rights."

"Can we do the same on this contract?" Izuku pointed to the paperwork on the table.

"No, but that explains the paragraph I saw," Shota turned to the third page, "I see it sometimes but not often, there's a minimum that she has to earn before she can claim her rights."

"They owe them money?" Midnight sounded surprised, "but Eri's made a ton of money."

"Her money is wrapped up in educational accounts, the parents only get their portion plus any parental living costs claimed."

"That's still a lot of money," Midnight sniped back, "we upped the contract two years ago, they should've been rolling in it."

"Not if you make stupid investments. My investigators came back with information on her dad, it looks like he was trying to build on the wealth from his daughter but not very successfully."

"Fucker," Shinso muttered. "Eri mentioned that Kai said her dad owed him money."

"Maybe Kai loaned him money to get out of debt?" Katsuki followed Freak's train of thought, "that would make sense."

"Is their contract that much better than ours?"

"Yeah," Shota grimaced, "they claimed a larger parental allowance and there is a separate payout to them directly." The room grew quiet, the only sound was the movement of paper as Shota continued to read through Eri's contract.

"Can we go after Eighth?" Midnight's voice was clear in the silence that had descended on the bus.

"We can," Shota flipped to the last page, "there's some other stuff that could work as well but I think right now I'm going to have my lawyers tie the parents up in court on breach."

"Fuck, poor kid, this sucks for her."

"It does Shinso, we see it sometimes, not always, you don't need a license to be a parent, so some real dimwits get the job."

"That's for fucking sure," Katsuki mumbled, feeling the nerd tense, he pulled him tighter to his body, "what'll you tell Eri?"

"The truth, I've always done that," Izuku sighed. He felt bad that he couldn't do anything else to help her. "That Purple High will go to court to sue for the contract, that's all we have right now."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, you said it, fucking fuck," Shinso stood up walking around the living room area, "when's our next concert?"

"In two days, why?" Izuku leaned on Kacchan's shoulder, it was still early morning and he already felt tired.

"Nothing, just thinking we could hang out again with her before we leave."

"I don't think that's a good idea Toshi," Ojiro watched him pace. "If you get caught you could screw up what little Mr. Aizawa can do for her."

"I'll be back soon Midnight," Shota hung up the phone. He turned to look at the singer. "He's right Shinso, don't fuck up what I can do for her because you feel some strange affinity with the kid. Ojiro," black eyes fell on the driver, "I have a flight home in three hours, the airport's at least an hour away, let's get moving, drop me and then you can head to your next city."

"Got it." Ojiro jumped up and started prepping Thirteen.

"I should call Eri and let her know what's going on," Izuku pulled out his phone, he stared at it trying to muster the courage to tell her the truth.

"Fuck, sorry nerd, I was hoping for a miracle."

"Me too, I hate it when life ends up being crappy."

"You wanna call her in the bedroom away from everyone?"

"No, I better hang with my uncle first, I have some band business to discuss with him."

"About us?"

"Yeah," the corners of Izuku's mouth lifted. "I have some ideas to help promote the tour, nothing too expensive, I need his approval."

"You're incredible, you know that?"

"I know," Izuku teased, "thanks Kacchan." He sighed, "I just wish I was so incredible I could help Eri," He held up his phone, "I'm gonna try her really quick."

"Okay, I'll be in the back, I have another song I've been working on. Update me as soon as you hear something." Katsuki ruffled his hair, heading back into their bedroom.

Focusing on his phone, Izuku frowned as he pulled up Eri's new number, he wanted to have better news. Waiting, it went to voicemail. Hanging up he began typing in his message, thinking of what he needed to say. She'd warned him they were watching her phone, so they'd planned out how to chat in texts discreetly.

Izuku - Hey loved seeing you at the party! So fun ^-^ Can u talk?

Eri - U toooooo! Busy right now - can we go again soon?

Izuku - Maybe, my dad is here, so not today

Eri - He is? Next week?

Izuku - Not sure, depends on stuff. Did u watch last night's episode? The guy is going to court!

Eri - NOOO! I haven't, wow, that's a twist. Is that bad?

Izuku - You have to watch it! It has a good ending

Eri - Okay, phew! watch tonight, see u soon!

Thinning his lips, he'd hoped to talk to her, at least he'd been around girls long enough to know a little bit about how to text like one. He wondered about what he'd said, was she really getting a good ending?

"Is she okay?"

The question invaded his thoughts, Izuku looked up to his uncle's black eyes focused on him. "I think so, we can't really talk, they watch her phone."

"They're being so careful, she must have cost Kai a lot of money." Shota closed his laptop with a sigh. "Hopefully this will help us figure something out." He tucked the contract into his small briefcase, leaving the extra copy on the table. "I'm not sure we have the same end goal for her Midoriya, what are you thinking?"

"Right now?" Izuku looked at the text string again, "get her away from Eighth, back to Purple but only doing what she wants, I guess." He shrugged.

"Okay, I'd like her back at Purple too, I just wanted to make sure you understood that this is not altruistic, I'm running a company."

"I know," Izuku put his phone away, "I'll help you as long as Eri is happy."

"I guess that's all I can ask for from you." Leaning sideways, he looked down the empty hallway. "By any chance did you misunderstand me about getting too close?" His nephew burst into a deep red from his neck to his forehead. "At least you have the decency to be embarrassed."

"I'm sorry, it surprised me as much as you. I didn't think he wanted anything to do with me."

"Seriously, are you like all the others? Thinking a kiss and a fuck means he's in love with you?"

"That - that isn't what's happening," Izuku sputtered. "I haven't, I mean, we haven't."

"Oh sure," he laughed harshly, "based on what I saw, there is definitely something happening." Shota rolled his eyes, "can you at least extract your tongue long enough to get through the tour? Then you can go lick your wounds at home with your mom."

"I'm not extracting my tongue!" Izuku hissed, "And how do you know I'll be going home when we get back?"

"Oh," Shota gave Izuku a half smile, "oh, oh, oh," a throaty chuckle slowly escaping. "You're one of them."

"One of them?" Izuku could feel his anger mounting at his uncle's sarcastic tone, he tried to keep calm.

"There are a few types that pursue these guys, mainly Bakugou but Shinso gets his share too."

"A few types?" Izuku bristled.

"Yes, Midoriya and you're the worst type, so in love with him that you think you're the one that will fucking change him, foolishly believing he's in love with you." Shota wagged his finger at him. "At least be the type that just fucks and runs, get what you want and get out."

"What if I'm the second type, fuck and run?"

"No way, not you, too sweet, I can see it in your eyes, you like him, just like the long line of others sitting on the sidelines now."

Grinding his teeth, Izuku looked down. Was he really like everyone else?

"Well at least you're not stupid Midoriya, prepare yourself now, it's not if with him, but when."

"But I know Kacchan," Izuku tried to keep his voice steady, pushing past the lump forming in his throat. "Better than everyone else," jutting his chin out stubbornly. "You're right, I'm the first type, but I know in my heart that I'm the one for him. I have to take that chance, no matter the consequences and I believe that he wants me too."

"And when the tour is over? When he's fucking the next one right for him?" Shota sneered, fuck he was dumber than he thought.

"Then I'll do the same thing I've done for the last ten years of my life, push him out of my mind and pretend he doesn't exist." Izuku wanted what he had now, he didn't care what happened at the end of the tour.

Shota blinked, "Ten years? Did it work?"

"Enough that I was able to live."

"Sounds like a fun life," Shota shot back.

"It's my life, so I guess it's my choice." Izuku's face was expressionless, he held his uncle's gaze.

"Then I wish you all the best Midoriya," Shota smirked. "In fact, if it works out, I'll pay for the fucking wedding, the bash of the century."

"We don't need that from you."

"Is he really that special? Never could see all the hype."

Stopping himself, Izuku held his tongue. He could see his uncle had his own biases, nothing he said would change his mind. Shaking his head, he needed to get some work done while he was here. Grabbing his laptop and Izuku opened his P.V. folder. "Did you get the video I sent to the editing department, I never got anything back, can we discuss that now?" His voice was clipped and professional.

"Fine, fine, back to work," Shota smiled slyly, "yes I saw it."

"And?"

"Who filmed it?"

"I hired a cameraman for the concert, the rest was me with my phone. Why? Was it that bad?"

"No, it was fucking brilliant." Shota tapped his fingers on the table, "you did that?"

"Yes," Izuku breathed a sigh of relief, he'd thought his idea might be too juvenile, the videos Purple High put out were professional productions, this one was mainly his own video clips.

"Have you shown the band?"

"No, I wanted to have the recording from the concert laid down over the video, I was hoping to get it out as soon as possible."

"I've got the final cut, I can send it to you now."

"That was fast," Izuku laughed, surprised. "I just sent it the other day," getting videos for the 5 L's had been a multi week process in some cases, he mused.

"It's me Midoriya, I get what I want," Shota's eyes glittered mischievously. "I may not act like it but I want these guys to hit the charts, like I said I run a business." He hooked his thumb over his shoulder at the three sitting on the couch, yelling while playing video games. "I also find when a band starts to hit a certain point, they fizzle or succeed. These guys have plateaued in the last year, they were doing well, but something began to fade for them. They piss me the fuck off, but I like them."

"Me too."

"That I have no doubt. Midnight said you were good and I wasn't sure, she was right. You might be a stupid idiot about love, but you're a good fucking manager."

"I'm not sure what to say to that," Izuku glared at his uncle. "I'm going to show the video to them." Sliding out of the booth he headed to the bedroom door, "Kacchan?"

Sitting in front of a small drum machine, Katsuki was working out a new song. He saw the nerd come into the bedroom, he pulled off his headphones. "What did she say?"

"I texted her, she knows, but I didn't get to talk to her."

"Sorry about that, I know you wanted to," he tapped his sticks on the black pads.

"Do you have a moment? I have something I want to show the whole band."

"Sure, just messing around on my new song, it can wait." He pushed his equipment to the side.

"Is that the one you told me about?" Izuku leaned on the doorframe.

"That song," Katsuki flashed him a cocky grin, "no, that song is special, I can only work on it with you."

"Only me?" Izuku tipped his head. "Then you need to let me know when I can help you." Watching him put his stuff away and stand, Izuku couldn't stop staring at his lips, he had his hoops in again today. They fit snugly against his full bottom lip, he decided those were his favorite, a playground for his tongue. He bit his lip.

Green eyes were staring at his mouth, Katsuki arched a brow, he pulled the nerd into the room and closed the door behind them. "How about now?"

"Kacchan, I have something for the band to see,"

"Then you'll have to stop giving me that 'kiss me look'." Katsuki pressed him against the door, brushing his lips against his mouth. "We never did finish the kiss from the dance floor, your uncle broke up our party."

"He did," Izuku kissed him back, "I have to show you, the band," he sighed as Kacchan's mouth continued to roam over his lips.

"Right this minute? Can it wait?"

"Kacchan," Izuku latched onto his full lips, fingers weaving through his blonde spikes, tongues tangled, he kissed him, desperately, letting out the frustrations of the morning into the kiss. He whimpered as large hands roamed his body, "Kacchan, we can't."

"Can't what?"

"I want more," Izuku felt his pulse quicken, he wanted to do so much more than kiss.

"Me too," a soft grunt escaping his lips, Katsuki rolled his hips against the nerd.

"My uncle, though, after we've dropped him. OH," he gasped feeling the purposeful thrust of the blonde's hips against him, "my uncle, then, then we can," words tumbling, Izuku wondered if he was even making sense.

"Then we can do what?" Sliding his hand slowly along the nerd's stomach, Katsuki let his fingers trail along the top of his pants.

"Kiss, um," his freckled cheeks burning scarlet.

"That's all?"

"N-No."

"You have to tell me what you want." Katsuki knew what the nerd was thinking, it was reflected in his brilliant green eyes, but fuck he loved to tease him.

"What I want?"

"Tell me," Katsuki watched the play of reactions on his face, they were fucking erotic. Running his hand down the nerd's front, he palmed his now hard cock, Katsuki knew he wanted him to stroke him again.

"I want," Izuku sucked in a breath, the pressure from his hand draining his thoughts, "I want to touch you Kacchan, like you touched me.

"That's what you want?" Katsuki's brows raised, that wasn't the answer he was expecting.

"The way you stroked me, I want that, I mean, I - I want to do that to you," Izuku tripped over his words, his heart thundering in his chest. Hesitantly he reached under the blonde's shirt and touched his stomach, Kacchan's muscles jumped, Izuku smiled. He ran his finger across his waistband and down the front of his pants. He was hard.

Katsuki grunted, the nerd's hands were so gentle it was making him crazy. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?" He rubbed the outline of Deku's rigid shaft.

"I've never done anything Kacchan," Izuku copied him, he squeezed Kacchan's hard cock through his pants, feeling it bulge under his hand. The roar in his ears was deafening as blood rushed through his veins. He captured his gaze, watching him intently, green eyes blazing. "I don't know how to do much, but I know what I like and that's you. I want to touch you, Kacchan, I want to see you, watch your face when you're cumming."

"Fuck," air pulled from his lungs, everything tilted in his mind. Katsuki couldn't look away from those emerald depths, his body vibrated with a true yearning. He laid his forehead on the nerd's shoulder trying to breathe.

"Kacchan? Are you okay?"

"No," his voice raspy, Katsuki trembled almost violently. The nerd's hand moved to his face stroking his cheek, he kissed him on his jawline. Sliding his hand under his chin the nerd turned his face, kissing him tenderly. Katsuki closed his eyes, his gentle touch and soft mouth wiping out any hold he left on his sanity.

"I really like kissing you Kacchan," Izuku murmured against his full lip, "if it isn't already obvious." He let out a shaky laugh.

"Why?" Katsuki swallowed hard, he tried to clear his head, "why did you come get me?" He needed to get himself back under control.

"I - I have a video of your new song, my uncle sent it to me." He kissed him again enjoying the feeling of his metal hoops. "I should probably go back out," he whispered over his lips, "before he thinks, oh," Izuku laughed softly, "but he already knows."

"He knows what?"

"Oh, he kinda guessed we were together."

"Fuck," Katsuki stood back up looking at the door, "did he say anything?"

"No, not really."

"He didn't?" Katsuki stepped back looking at the closed door sharply. He needed to be careful, Mr. A could screw up everything. "You're right we should probably stop and go out." Taking a deep breath, he sat on the bed trying to calm himself, an almost impossible task considering his heart was slamming in his chest.

"I'll go out first," pulling down his shirt. Izuku hid his erection. "Wish me luck," he laughed awkwardly and opened the door walking as calmly as possible to the main area.

"Fuck," Katsuki watched the nerd slip out the door. He felt like he'd stepped off the edge for a moment into some fucking endless abyss. Clawing his way back, he ran his hands unsteadily through his blonde spikes. Had he ever been this hard? He could still see the look in those bewitching eyes, the feel of his hands and kiss. He'd wanted those eyes on him again and now that they were, could he really keep himself from taking him completely? And what happened when he did? Waiting a few more minutes he couldn't give himself any answers. Finally, he pulled himself up and headed out to where everyone was sitting. Mr. A looked up from his laptop and glared at him, Katsuki glared back.

"Don't turn it off!" A panicked cry from Sero as he grabbed Izuku's hand.

Sitting down on the couch, Katsuki listened as Deku bickered with the guys trying to turn off the game. "Oi, let him connect to the fucking TV, he wants to show us a video for the band."

"Fuck Katsuki, I just dropped in," Sero whined.

Kiri threw his controller on the side table, "It's cool Sero, come on, we can play again," he waited until Sero logged out, "what video is this?"

"For your new song," Izuku connected to the TV, opening his uncle's email he hit play. Backing up, he bumped into Kacchan's legs who grabbed him and pulled him next to him.

"Sit here," Katsuki squeezed his waist waiting for the video to start.

"Okay," Izuku bit his lip, sneaking a peek at his uncle's dark look.

The song started with the rapid drum beat, a sideways shot coming in on Katsuki, as the music blared through the speakers. The angle of the camera backed up, tightening as Shinso began singing, a close up of his dark purple eyes that looked rimmed in black in the colored stage lights.

"Fuck yeah, look at me, I look hot."

"Like a fucking zombie," Kiri kicked him in the ass.

"Fuck you."

"Shut up, fuck, move, I want to see this shit." Sero watched as the camera panned the stage, focusing on him then moving across to Kiri. "This is fucking dope, that really was a great fucking show."

The live concert faded and a video of Bakugou bowling, covered in neon paint, jumping in the air at a strike, turning he pointed at the camera laughing. Kiri's face suddenly appeared on the screen, also covered in neon paint, dragging Pinky with him, both giving peace signs. The scene changed to the group of them sitting on Thirteen, game controllers in their hands screaming at the TV, the music blaring over them. Sero jumping up and down on the couch, beating on Kiri's head. The scene shifted again back to the live concert, this time focused back on Bakugou during the drumming section, his red eyes darting back and forth as his hands shifted between his drums.

"Fuck, look at you dude!"

The video continued with shots of them at the arcade, on the bus and finally in the cat cafe, a close up of Katsuki glaring at the cat on his stomach, ending with a pan of the entire crowd screaming at the end of their last concert.

"That was incredible," Sero gawked at Izuku, "did you take those videos?"

"I did."

"Nice nerd."

"You liked it Kacchan?" Izuku grinned ear to ear. "I'm glad, I thought you'd be angry about the paint and the cat."

"I knew you were up to something with that camera," he chuckled, "I thought it was really good."

"I think it's cool that Shinso likes to do fun stuff while you're on tour so incorporating it into the video seemed right."

"I loved it Midoriya," Shinso thumped him on the back, "fucking perfect, when does this go live?"

"If everyone's in agreement, I can post it and share with all our normal feeds today."

"Do it, go grab your laptop Mr. manager, get to work," Shinso snapped his fingers pointing to the table.

"Freak, cool it."

"I'm fucking with him," purple eyes glanced back, "sort of, I'd like to see it on our page today," his cheeks colored slightly. "It was really good."

"I'll do it right now Shinso," Izuku smiled jumping up, "we've got time before we get to our hotel. First person I'll share it with is Todoroki."

Trying to keep his breathing steady, Izuku could feel the slow burn in his calves, he shook out his arms keeping the pace of the treadmill. How could he be so out of shape so fast? He'd only been running for five minutes. He'd not heard back from Eri since their texting earlier that morning, so he'd skipped going out to dinner with the band to try to get rid of his nervous energy. Adjusting his ear phones, he hit play on his favorite running album, the first song had the perfect beat for his stride, The Lady Don't Mind, The Talking Heads. The gym door swung open, clanging shut as someone came in behind him. In the large mirror he saw Kacchan come around the corner, he pushed pause on the treadmill grabbing his towel, he wiped his face. "I thought you all went to dinner."

Bakugou looked up surprised, a smile cutting across his face. "We did, but I took off early, they're going dancing."

"Did Ojiro go with them?"

"Yeah," Katsuki knew Deku worried about the guys, "he'll keep watch over them, especially Shinso."

"Okay," he nodded slightly relieved. Kacchan stepped on the treadmill next to him, punching in a program, he began to move. "Are you running today?" Izuku started his program again.

"No, just a warm up, doing weights today."

Trying to keep his head facing forward, Izuku glanced sideways a few times. "How do you run after dinner?"

"I ate light, I really only went to talk about the next concert."

"Are you guys planning something?"

"Freak wants us to dress differently, so he has a fucking shopping trip planned." His scowl dragged his lips into a deep frown. The nerd broke out in a laugh, grabbing the rails he steadied himself on the treadmill. Katsuki flicked him an annoyed glare, "why the fuck are you laughing?"

"Your face Kacchan!"

"I hate fucking shopping."

"I know, I know," Izuku couldn't stop giggling. "Can I come watch?"

"Watch me get fucking annoyed?"

"Yesssss," the word hissed out of his mouth as he giggled harder, Izuku hit the pause, stopping the treadmill, he tried to stop laughing.

"What the fuck is so funny about that?"

"I don't know, everything, I've been so stressed, then you, your face," he waved his hand, "it was funny, sorry Kacchan." Tipping his head back, Izuku took a cleansing breath, the blonde grunted as he sped up his treadmill, he glanced over at him.

"Feel better?"

Starting the treadmill again Izuku smiled, "I do, thanks, I guess I needed to laugh." Settling into his run Izuku peeked over at him again, his body was beautiful. Thick muscled thighs rippled with every stride, his t-shirt was tight around his chest, he could just see the small nipple bars he wore, Izuku bit his lip and concentrated on his balance. He heard the treadmill slow down as Katsuki stopped the belt and hopped off.

"I'm doing weights if you want to join me," wrapping the towel around his neck, he drank his water and sat on the bench.

The mirrors gave Izuku the opportunity to watch him, although occasionally he turned to peek at him directly. He appreciated the effort he put into his workout. His body straining against the weights in his hands, muscles bulging, veins popping up along his skin. Izuku tripped on the belt, grabbing the rail, he straightened up, snapping his eyes forward. He couldn't help it though, every so often his gaze traveled that way, tugged by the grunts coming from Kacchan. Each time he would get an eyeful of sweat, muscles and skin flushed a bright red, holding the railing he focused on moving his legs. At some point his heart was pounding so hard, he'd had to slow his pace, Izuku grimaced, he really doubted it had anything to do with the run.

"Are you done?"

Startled Izuku almost tripped again, he grabbed the rail. Kacchan was standing next to him looking at the timer on his display. "No," Izuku pointed to the program, "I have five minutes left." His big hand slammed down on the emergency stop, the belt came to a halt. Izuku yelped as he catapulted forward, hands flailing. Kacchan's arms grabbed his waist and lifted him backwards to the floor, holding him until he caught his balance. "What the hell was that!?" Izuku yelled, fuming at him. "I could've gone head first into the wall!"

"You didn't." Katsuki started for the door, pulling the grousing nerd with him.

"I need to finish Kacchan."

"No, you're done, we're going to the room."

"I'm not, I need to stretch," Izuku tried to stop his body from being yanked out of the gym. The blonde paused, his hand on the doorknob.

"I'll stretch you in the room."

"Kacchan! I'm fine stretching here, what are you doing?"

"Not what I'm doing, what you're doing." Grabbing Deku's hand he pushed it against his crotch, his dick rigid against the nerd's palm.

"Oh, what am I doing?" Izuku blushed as he pulled his hand from Kacchan's bulging erection, which were causing his shorts to tent.

"Those fucking devouring looks you keep throwing my way aren't helping me work out, so I'm gonna work out you in the room instead." He winked at the now wide eyed, very red nerd.

"Work out me?" A warmth pooled in Izuku's groin. "I - I should stretch."

Dragging his bottom lip through his teeth, Katsuki smiled, reaching down he took his hand and laced his fingers through his. Bringing the nerd's hand to his mouth he began kissing each of his fingers. "I can think of a lot of ways to stretch you Deku, we can do it here or back in the room, your choice." Opening the door, he waited for him to decide.

"The room, let's go to the room," Izuku stepped out of the gym quickly. Trying to keep up with Kacchan was difficult since his legs were wobbling from both his run and the explosion of butterflies in his stomach that were shooting through his lower body.

Once in their room Katsuki shook out a large workout towel for him on the floor, "lay down," he commanded. Squatting down he waited as the nerd clambered onto the towel propping himself on his knees.

"Kacchan? I thought earlier, you asked what I wanted, I want to touch you." Izuku put his hand on his thick thigh, he could feel his warm skin, tacky with sweat.

"I know you did," Katsuki had been trying to shake off their kiss all day, between that and the lustful looks in the gym, his body was on fire. He was afraid, if he gave the nerd control to do what he wanted he'd push him so far over the edge, Bakugou sucked at his piercing, he'd fucking never be able to stop. The damn deal with Shinso was fucking up his love life.

"But-" Izuku's words cut short as his hand cupped the back of his head, he flipped his body backwards to the ground. "Kacchan!" Izuku winced, expecting to feel pain, but at the last moment his big arms softened the impact. He hung over him resting on his elbows, red eyes on fire, he took his mouth in a soft kiss. Hands running down his legs, Kacchan sat up.

"We'll start with the left leg," Katsuki teased, taking in sight of him sprawled back on the floor, his green hair plastered to his face, sweat drying now, the deep red on his face from his workout now a crimson blush. "You look fucking ready to be eaten," he growled huskily. Adjusting his body to lift Deku's left leg up over his shoulder, his loose workout shorts pooled around hip exposing green fabric underneath. Katsuki stared at the small glimpse of color as he pressed his leg in a stretch towards his chest, he kissed his inner thigh. "Tell me if I go too far."

Izuku groaned, grabbing his shoulders. Those full lips were sucking on his skin, a flush of heat rose in his groin spreading through his entire body. Kacchan's wet tongue trailed to a new spot, each time higher up his leg until his spiky blonde hair brushed seductively across the exposed flesh at his hip. "S-Stop there!"

"I think you're ready to stretch more." Katsuki could feel his muscles give, he pushed gently, his tongue tasting the tangy salt on his skin. Fuck, all he had done was suck on Deku's leg and his body was shaking for release. Taking a calming breath, he moved down his inner thigh sucking harder, watching the red marks dot his skin from his mouth. Deku's hands clutched his shoulders, fingers sinking into the firm muscle, he bucked as Kacchan bit into his tender flesh.

"Careful, oh shit!" Izuku choked out.

"Too far of a stretch?"

"No, no, your mouth," Kacchan's lips went soft again, tickling as his hand moved his leg slowly outward, stretching his inner thigh. Izuku sucked in a breath, his hands covering his visible erection, a thick coil of tension in his chest pulsed down into his groin clashing with the heat rising from his cock, everything throbbed. The blonde furrowed his brows, clicking his tongue.

"How am I supposed to take care of everything if you cover up like that? Are you worried I might bite?" Placing his mouth on the back of one his hands he bit and licked. "Move Babe, I want to tease you some more."

"You'll make me cum Kacchan," Izuku moved his hands, covering his face, he could feel the warmth creeping back into his cheeks.

"Oi, that's not any better, I wanna see your face."

Peeping between his fingers, Izuku glared at him, "that's not fair Kacchan, that's what I asked."

"I know," Katsuki settled his mouth on Deku's hard cock, squeezing the outline of his shaft with his lips. He blew hot breath through the fabric of his shorts.

"No, no, Kacchan, seriously, I'll cum." The tension grew tighter as heat singed his groin. "Stop!"

"Sorry, I got carried away," a small smirk on his face, Katsuki straightened his leg. "Let's get the other side stretched." The nerd whimpered and sucked in several quick breaths.

"I - I can't."

"Yes, you can Babe." Taking his right leg, he lifted it up on his shoulder, "relax, let me do all the work." Fuck, Katsuki could imagine him naked like this, begging for him. He gritted his teeth, right now he needed to stay away from that luscious ass. "Someday we can do this all the time, nerd."

"You'll stretch me all the time?"

Dipping his shoulder to let the muscle gently pull, Katsuki laughed softly, "fuck, you kill me Deku, yes, I will fucking stretch you all the time." He kissed his leg, sucking hard to create a matching pattern of red marks on his inner thigh. The nerd shuddered as Bakugou's teeth raked over his pale skin. Moving his leg outward, Katsuki gently pushed down to stretch his inner thigh. He heard Deku let out a soft groan. "Is that the stretch or me?" He teased, straightening his leg.

"That's good enough." Izuku came up on his elbows, Kacchan was staring at him, his eyes flaming almost a brilliant orange. The butterflies exploded again, his erection bulged. Scrambling unsteadily to his feet, Kacchan helped him stand. "Thanks," Izuku's legs felt like jelly, his body ready to erupt. "I - I'll take the first shower."

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Katsuki hissed, "I'm not gonna let you walk away with that beautiful erection." Palming one hand over Deku's hard shaft, he pushed into his green curls with the other, devouring his mouth, "I think we both need attention." Katsuki rasped huskily, pulling him into his arms as he ground his hips against him. Hooking his fingers into the nerd's shorts, he tugged the waistband down past his hips and ass, letting them slip the rest of the way on their own. Glancing down he stopped, his mouth hung open in surprise. "Deku?" Pulling the nerd's shirt up over his head quickly, he stared at his body, Katsuki sat on the bed. "What is that?" He croaked out, pointing to the nerd's underwear.

"It's a running jock," Izuku studied himself, his body still trembling. He could feel heat racing to his face, he was blushing again. He touched his cheeks, "is it strange?"

"Turn," Katsuki tried to swallow but his mouth was completely dry, "turn the fuck around." The damn shit nerd was wearing a bright green jockstrap. From the front he could see the tip of his hard cock pushing out of the top. He spun around. The back, fuck, Bakugou closed his eyes. The goddam back was just straps around his waist and legs, his plush ass completely exposed. Opening his eyes again, any control he thought he had was shattered. How was he going to go three months without fucking him?

"Don't you wear something like this working out?" Izuku spun around, his face still pink from the intensity of Kacchan's gaze on his bare ass.

"No," he could barely get the word out. Leaping off the bed, Katsuki wrapped the nerd up in his arms, squeezing his firm butt cheeks. "Do you know what I want to do to this ass right now?"

"I - I think so," Izuku breathed into his shoulder, his hands were hot on his skin. He knew exactly how things worked between men, having looked it up a few times. "Are we doing that?" His voice was slightly apprehensive.

"No Babe, that takes time, fuck, lots of time." Fucking three months. Katsuki groaned.

"I'm sorry," Izuku mumbled under his breath, his face buried into his shirt, still slightly damp from his sweat. He breathed in his musky scent.

"Why the fuck are you sorry?"

"If I knew more, if I -" Kacchan cut him off sharply.

"What the fuck did you say to me on the bus today? You know what you need to know nerd," brushing back his hair he kissed his ear, tracing the curl slowly with his tongue, Katsuki could feel the chills that raced down Deku's body. "You said you like me, right?"

"I do Kacchan," Izuku nodded, his legs started to lose strength again as his breath tickled his ear. The blonde thrust his hips against him, the motion coiling the tension tighter in his body, pushing him closer to the edge.

"That's all I want you to know, I'll teach you the fucking rest," grabbing his hips he began to slide against the nerd's hard cock with his own erection. Gasping Deku clutched at his shirt, twisting the fabric in his hands, throwing his head back, moaning. "That's it Babe, enjoying that? Fuck, you feel so good," thrusting harder, he could see his cock bulging further out of his underwear. Slowing himself down, Katsuki let his hard erection slide along the full length of the nerd's cock in a rhythmic thrust. Another loud moan escaped Deku's lips. "Fuck you sound good," he kissed his neck, running his tongue down to his collarbone, sucking at the tender skin. Sliding his hands over his full butt cheeks, Katsuki slipped his fingers into the elastic cupping his ass, he snapped the bands hard against the greenette's flesh.

"AH Kacchan!" The sharp pain against Izuku's skin snapped the building tension, his cock surged as pleasure overwhelmed his senses, waves of cum spurt between them dripping down his stomach, soaking into the blonde's shirt. Izuku's legs went limp.

"Gotcha Babe," Katsuki chuckled as the nerd began to fall. Picking him up and carrying him into the bathroom, he heard no arguments, only soft moaning.

"That was so good," Izuku murmured as Kacchan started the shower, turning the knob until a thick fog of steam billowed from the hot water.

"Wanna do that again?" Katsuki winked at him.

"Yes," Izuku nodded his head vigorously as Kacchan's thick fingers pulled down his now wet underwear. Casting off his own clothes, he herded him into the shower. His lips immediately on him, Izuku let him ravish his mouth with his tongue. His kiss was sloppy, demanding, teeth pulling at him. Izuku could feel his hard cock pressing on his stomach. Reaching down he grasped him with both hands, the blonde's body shuddered.

"Fuck yes," catching his breath as water poured over his head dripping down his face. Bakugou leaned forward to cage the nerd into the corner of the shower with his arms, the water now hot on his back. "Like that, stroke me babe, like you would yourself." He tasted his lips, coaxing the nerd's tongue to twist around his, playing with his mouth.

Rubbing him was so different from himself, Kacchan was bigger, girthy and long, he ran his hands up his silky skin, his fingers felt the coolness of metal. "Kacchan?" Breaking their kiss, Izuku looked down. There on the tip of his cock was a metal ball, another smaller ball on the opposite side below the tip.

"Shit, I should've taken that out, sorry."

"NO!" Izuku let out a strangled laugh. "I - I love it," he cupped his rigid cock in his hand, pushing it upwards admiring the beautiful piercing.

"Deku, can we get back to what you were doing?"

Lowering his fingers over Kacchan's cock, Izuku let them slide gently down the tip, reversing and sliding them up again, he watched his ruby eyes flutter. Taking his thumb, he rubbed the precum leaking from his slit, pushing across the tip, he slid his thumb over the metal ball. "Do you feel that?"

"The vibrations," his voice was rough, "I can tell you're touching it," Katsuki eyes locked on his emerald orbs.

Using the precum that continued to spurt from his dick, Izuku coated his shaft leaving one hand to continue fingering the tip, he began stroking his entire cock with his other hand. "It's strange because I'm turned around," Izuku twisted his hand as he pumped Kacchan's length, not stopping the gentle movement at the tip. Izuku watched as his face tensed, mouth opening and closing, the blonde huffed out several small grunts. Moving his hand faster, he palmed the tip, sliding more precum over his shaft. Then he wrapped both hands around him and twisted gently, stroking with just his top hand. A shudder shook Kacchan's face and body, his eyes staring blankly, he was completely focused on the need to cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," hands fisted, Katsuki's body jolted, muscles clenching, the nerd's hand at the tip going faster, the other twisting at his base. His orgasm slammed into him, his groan guttural through gritted teeth, he spasmed as thick ropes of cum fountained from his cock in several waves. His firm strokes pulled every drop of cum from his body. Panting he leaned on the nerd. "Fuck," he caught his breath, chuckling, "I don't think I'm teaching you anything."

"I'm a man too Kacchan, I know what feels good," Izuku ran his hands over his shoulders, feeling the hot water cascade over his back.

"Fuck, yes you do." Pulling him into his arms he kissed him tenderly. "You're hard again."

"Watching you was better than I thought," Izuku sucked gently on his lips, "you're beautiful when you cum Kacchan."

"I don't think anyone has called me beautiful while cumming, more like angry or scary."

Twisting his mouth, Izuku looked down. "Can we not talk about the others?"

"Fuck, sorry."

"It's okay, you didn't know, that's why I'm asking. I know what your life is like, but while I'm here with you, I'd rather not be reminded."

Hugging him Katsuki let out a sigh and kissed him again, he wanted to kick himself. "I like that you think I'm beautiful when I cum, I thought I was louder than a fucking train."

"You were," giggling Izuku felt relieved, he'd listened to him. Obviously, he'd been with others, but Izuku was here in his arms right now and he wanted to be the only one, at least for as long as possible.

"It's your turn Babe."

"Again?"

"As many times as you beg me nerd."

Curled up against his chest, Izuku could feel his body melting into the mattress. As it turned out he'd begged him two more times. His legs had lost all strength so Kacchan had washed him and carried him to bed. Now his mind and body were blissfully buzzing. Kacchan had said he only needed to like him, nothing else. Smiling, he slid into sleep, the happiness that coursed through his mind coated his reality of the world. If he only had three months with him, it was worth everything, having him as his first lover was beyond anything he had hoped. He snuggled deeper under the covers, a small hum of contentment vibrating in his chest.