Once they had settled at a booth and Izuku had convinced Eijirou to get him a cocktail and not a chain of shots, Izuku leaned back and groaned. The music was soft, the night was still young. And there was no way he thought he could keep his eyes off Katsuki.

Thankfully, Eijirou was a loud guy and all of his outbursts and ranting had kept Izuku's ears on his voice, and eyes on his hands as they gestured wildly. He felt eyes on his, but he was afraid to look up and meet Katsuki's, so he laughed and slapped Eijirou's hands away, and sipped sparingly at his drink.

Maybe he would leave at 10 pm, 11 for the latest. He hadn't seen Shouto in a long time, what felt like a long time.

Half an hour into solely focussing on Eijirou, Katsuki got to his feet and walked away.

"Fuck, he's got his eyes on another one already?" Eijirou looked pointedly, which was encouragement enough to watch after him too. And fuck that shirt, because it was as good as lingerie. Izuku wanted to peel it off him.

It was then that Izuku saw Katsuki walk up to a man. A tall man who's long limbs were a tangle as he sat atop a stool, with what looked like whiskey in a glass. A man who greeted Katsuki with the same kind of hunger Izuku was staving off. A man who was much older, with hair tied into a lazy bun and stubble scattered on his face, with sleepy eyes and charisma Izuku had no way of matching.

Katsuki had touched his shoulder and then promptly sat on the stool beside him, his back to Eijirou and Izuku.

"Kacchan's not straight?" Izuku mumbled his thoughts out loud. Eijirou gave a bark of laughter and that devolved into a teary eyed breathless giggling. Izuku waited for him to settle down because he really wanted that question answered.

"You-" Eijirou gasped and pointed, inhaled and tried to speak again, "-think he's straight? You? "

Izuku had no idea what he meant.

"God, don't you know anything?" Eijirou sobered once Izuku didn't join in his laughter. Finally, wiping the tears from his eyes, he looked at Izuku. "He's bi, man. Ochako's just been the one long term relationship he's had."

"Oh." Izuku was still lightheaded from the discovery. He was now rethinking everything, all the time they spent together, the wrist holding. Katsuki touching his hair, spending so much time with him. It wasn't in his head. Possibly, possibly not in his head.

"Dude, chill." Eijirou was watching Izuku's face warp as he went through his thought process. "He wasn't hidin' it or anythin'. He just doesn't care."

"I know. I just honestly didn't know." Izuku swallowed and smiled. He waved away the thoughts he was spiralling into, Another time. Izuku watched as Katsuki leaned into the man ever so slightly, encouraging but not desperate and the man smirked at him before taking a sip of his drink. "So, he just goes home with half the people in this bar?"

"He has issues, man. Ochako was a whole thing by itself. I say let him have his fun." Eijirou sipped on some water.

"So you're actually just here to keep an eye on him?" Izuku felt a smile spread across his face. Eijirou might be crass and come across as simple and happy all the time, but he cared. Eijirou grinned, showing all of his teeth.

"Yea man, I still have my girl, Mina, back at home. She knows where I am, but I can't tell him we're working our shit out while he's in that kinda headspace, y'know?"

"Kacchan's not a delicate flower though. I'm sure he can handle it."

"Man, you have no idea."

Izuku didn't. He was still learning. And he resumed sipping his cocktail as he watched Katsuki seduce a tall, dark stranger.

*Katsuki*

Fucking Kiri had to have Izuku along for the ride. He wasn't even getting laid in peace. He hoped Izuku was watching at least. Kirishima had told him something that implied Izuku thought he was straight. That was laughable. For someone who claimed to be strategic and knew a lot about Katsuki, Izuku let Katsuki's sexuality fly over his head.

Maybe that's why he didn't freak out nearly as much when Katsuki couldn't control his stupid hands as they reached for his hair.

"Kid, what's your name anyway?" The man's voice was low and gravelly. He tried to concentrate on that. The sex with this guy was great, but he had no intention of being bottom again. Not tonight when he needed to fuck someone and it couldn't be a woman.

"For starters old man, don't call me kid." Katsuki smirked with one corner of his mouth and pressed his knee to his thigh; heat bloomed from the place of contact. "Gimme your name."

"If I'm going home with you, sure." The man cocked an eyebrow with his glass to his mouth, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Katsuki's eyes followed the man's tongue as he licked the alcohol off his lips and took the glass from his hand, tasting the whiskey. It was clean, you could taste the wooden flavour from the barrel it was stored in. It was slightly smokey, and it settled on the back of his tongue in a smooth coating.

"I'd love to go back to yours." Katsuki said, imitating him now and slowly skimming his own lip with his tongue. "Katsuki. Or Bakugou. Whichever name is fine, you get to select which you'd moan."

The man coughed in the middle of swallowing and Katsuki grinned broadly, wickedly.

"It sounds like you're not down to be my fuck toy." His eyes watered as he swallowed.

"I'd rather you be mine, tonight." Katsuki turned now to face him, his knees pressing against the man's thighs. He smelled clean like breath mints or air freshener, but mixed with cigarette smoke and coffee. He leaned into Katsuki's ear, his lips brushing against his skin.

"Aizawa," the man's voice was low, Katsuki could feel it in the pit of his stomach, "Shouta. Remember it, so you can beg."

"We'll see who's gonna do the beggin'." Katsuki nipped at his ear before trailing his lips against his scruffy jaw to his mouth. The kiss was immediate and hungry, as though they weren't completely surrounded by people. If Katsuki had his way, he'd fuck Shouta Aizawa in full view of Izuku Midoriya, because he couldn't have Izuku Midoriya. But he could make Izuku see him; want him the way Katsuki had begun to want him.

"In your pretty head about that green-haired kid you came here with, Katsuki Bakugou?" Aizawa said to him as he broke from the kiss. Katsuki sucked at his teeth, dismissing him.

"I don't know what you mean." he said lamely, his lips tingling still from the intensity of their kiss.

"Anyone with eyes can see how you look at him." Aizawa leaned away and sipped at his whiskey again. It was mostly melted ice at this point. "Is that why you want to fuck me? Because you can't have him?" He tilted his empty glass toward Izuku.

Katsuki remained silent, his head racing with retorts but none of them quite reaching the surface. Finally, he refocused on Aizawa's dark eyes and noted that they looked equally intrigued and hungry. "Would you let me?"

"I have a few ideas on how I can help you tonight." Aizawa touched his chin and tilted his head back, observing Katsuki's face as it went through a range of emotions. Katsuki was reminded instantly of Izuku touching his face, tilting it, taking his photo in the studio.

"Are you gonna tell me those ideas now, or later?" Katsuki asked, turning away and back to the glass the bartender slid toward him. He threw it back in one big gulp and felt it burn all the way down to the pit of his stomach.

"Come home with me, and if you don't want to try it, you can do whatever you'd like with me."

Katsuki looked around and saw Aizawa levelling him with an even gaze. "Okay, let's go."

"Okay if I drive? I had the one glass of whiskey, no more."

"Whatever man, doesn't bother me."

Katsuki remembered where Aizawa's place was because he had to walk from it to his house, which meant it wasn't far from his and he wondered if he would be leaving sooner rather than later. But this man, with his unkempt long hair tied back into a lazy bun, and scruffy beard that looked about three days old, was well dressed, smelled enticing, and was a good lay. He'd not pass this up especially with the bait he used to peak Katsuki's interest. Whatever he wanted to do was exactly what he wanted to hear.

When they entered the man's apartment, about twice the size of Katsuki's little one, Katsuki leaned back against the counter and folded his arms, waiting patiently.

"Ah, are you waiting for my proposal?" Aizawa said as he ducked into the fridge and pulled out a mug of water. Katsuki cocked his eyebrow. "Hmm, I have a question before I begin."

Katsuki grunted.

"How much do you want to fuck that friend of yours?" Aizawa leaned into Katsuki, reaching past him for a glass before retreating and filling it and sliding it to Katsuki. Katsuki nearly growled and contorted his face to show his anger.

"Angry pup, huh? I'd take that as a very much ." Aizawa leaned back into Katsuki, caging him with his arms. Katsuki looked up at him, allowing Aizawa to sidle his legs between his own and press into him. "What if your friend did this?"

Aizawa leaned in and kissed his jaw, trailing his lips to his neck before catching his skin between his teeth. Katsuki felt his nipples stiffen against the thin cloth that masqueraded as a shirt, he unfolded his arms and unconsciously grabbed at Aizawa's waist.

"Ah, good, you're interested." Aizawa smiled against his skin. "Think about your friend as I do this." Aizawa slowly lowered himself to the floor and unbuckled Katsuki's pants. Katsuki's eyes widened as his mind immediately did as Aizawa was painting for him and it was Izuku kneeling before him, trembling fingers releasing the strain in his pants.

He blinked as he watched his cock disappear into Aizawa's mouth before he threw his head back and groaned to the ceiling.

"Izu-" Katsuki clamped his mouth shut and Aizawa withdrew.

"Well, I'm glad you're surprisingly into this." Aizawa said as he stood. "How about you and I get ourselves ready, there's stuff you can use to prep in the bathroom."

"I'm not gonna let you-" Katsuki started to protest but Aizawa closed the space between them and he could taste himself on Aizawa's tongue.

"We're going to continue this, and we're both getting ready. If you don't like it, remember, you get to do whatever you want to me." Aizawa grinned down at him and then kissed him again, slowly, tugging at his tongue and nipping at his lips. He pulled away and pointed to a door. "Go. Then come back out here, strip, and I'll meet you."

Katsuki did as he was told, which was a first since it didn't come with him spitting insults at the person bossing him around. He didn't even have a clear enough head to swear internally. His mind was filled with Izuku and Aizawa and the things they were about to do. And if maybe it would be good enough to stave off his cravings for some broccoli.

A pile of neatly folded towels told Katsuki that prep was important for Aizawa. A cat meowed at him from the bedroom doorway before rubbing on his legs as he walked into the bedroom and stared at Aizawa.

"My turn." He said as he got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Katsuki removed his clothes and hung them across a squishy armchair that sat in the corner of the room. Big and plush, and obviously used by the cats as a scratching post. He remained in his boxers and lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering how convinced he was that this was a good idea.

Aizawa returned completely naked, his hair loose around his shoulders and a smirk on his face as he watched Katsuki's body spread on his bed, his eyes travelling from his face to his hips. He closed the door (locking the cats out) and sat beside him. Katsuki looked at him.

"What now?"

"Get on your knees." Aizawa said with a lopsided smile. Katsuki didn't move. Aizawa placed his palm onto Katsuki's hip, gripped and pulled, forcing the motion and Katsuki complied, rolling onto his stomach. Aizawa gripped his hips and pulled him to his knees, then looped his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. Katsuki kicked them off and waited, anticipation made blood stir in his groin. He felt very exposed.

"Now imagine your friend- Izu- doing to you what I'm about to." Aizawa said and Katsuki fought a shudder. Katsuki felt Aizawa's breath before his tongue teased at him, his palms holding him open so that his tongue had clear access. Katsuki's hips bucked at the contact and Aizawa steadied him with his palms.

Katsuki was losing his mind. If Izuku were to see him like this, to do this to him, he'd come in seconds. There was no way he thought this would be a fantasy of his, being fucked by the stupid broccoli head, but he wanted nothing more than that in this moment.

He spread his legs wider and pressed his chest to the bed. He moaned low into the bed and gripped the sheets as Aizawa prodded into him and back out again.

"Would you like it if Izu stretched you out?"

Katsuki nodded into the sheets. Was this weird? Maybe a little, but Katsuki wanted it so bad, his cock was throbbing eagerly. He wanted to grind himself onto the mattress if only for a little relief.

His hips stuttered as Aizawa slipped a finger into him with ease and he bit the sheets, groaning into the mattress.

"You're a fucking god." Katsuki heard Aizawa murmur. Another finger slipped into him and begun to move together, curling into that one sensitive spot that made him back into Aizawa's fingers for more, deeper. Katsuki didn't know when lube was even used, but he was losing himself on Aizawa's fingers that played into him as his mind imagined it was Izuku getting him undone.

When he'd had enough and needed to be filled, he looked over his shoulder, eyes half hooded with need and Aizawa smirked at him. "Back back to the edge of the bed."

Katsuki did as he was told, Aizawa spread his knees very slightly so that he was level. He heard the wrapper of a condom being ripped, every sound enhanced by his lack of seeing what was going on.

Katsuki pressed his forehead into the bed as he waited, bare and exposed, and was rewarded with the feeling of Aizawa pressing into him, gently at first to get past the tight barrier. He relaxed and allowed Aizawa to slip right in, where he stilled as Katsuki clenched and unclenched around him, getting used to the sensation of being filled.

"Fuck-" he clenched his jaw as Aizawa's cock touched his prostate. His hand found his erection as he seeked respite from the intensity of sensations in him and Aizawa grabbed his wrist and flattened his arm to the bed.

"No, no. Let Izu do that." Aizawa said and he reached around and held Katsuki in his hand, tugging at him firmly. Katsuki wanted to sob into the sheets as the sensations overtook him, so he rotated his hips against Aizawa as they began to find a rhythm. "You feel amazing, fuck Katsuki."

Katsuki grinned and looked over his shoulder. "I knew you'd be the one moaning my name." He clenched around Aizawa's cock and released before he started to fuck himself back onto Aizawa, harder and faster with every stroke.

"Shit, you're gonna make me-"

"Do it." Katsuki said as he gripped the sheets and increased his momentum. He felt a little warmth flood into him as Aizawa filled the condom and groaned, hips stuttering. Aizawa fell forward and kissed Katsuki on his back, panting against his sweaty skin.

"You didn't come." Aizawa laughed as he slipped out of him and lay on the bed.

"Because I'm not done with you." Katsuki said as he sat up, balancing on his knees. Aizawa's eyes opened in surprise. "Shouta, you had me imagining all kinds of things, and those things made me definitely need to be inside of you. So it's my turn."

"Kid, I am empty." Aizawa laughed as he gestured to his softening cock.

"I'll give you fifteen minutes. Then you're going to make good on your promise and let me do whatever I want to you." Katsuki leaned toward him and kissed him, slow and taunting. Aizawa moaned against his tongue and Katsuki smirked.

Katsuki walked through the apartment naked as he sought a glass of water, ignoring the cats -three, he thought- that otherwise stared unblinkingly at him or wound their tails around his ankles. Aizawa followed him into the kitchen for the same thing before leading him back to the bedroom, a sleepy look in his eyes.

Katsuki instructed him to lay on his back as he looked down at him, his own cock still hard from his thoughts running rampant on Izuku.

"Lube and condoms?" Katsuki asked as he looked down at Aizawa, hungry to feel him swallow him whole.

"Box, left of the bed."

Katsuki peered over the edge of the bed and found the box, grabbed the lube tube clumsily and snagged a condom. He smothered his fingers before he smirked at Aizawa, whose eyebrows were raised in interest.

"It's been a while for me." he said, eyeing Katsuki's slick fingers.

"I can't promise I'll be gentle."

"I don't expect you to be."

Katsuki prodded against his hole before finally slipping in. Aizawa's eyes fluttered closed as he threw an arm over his face and moaned. Katsuki, taking advantage of his momentary sightlessness, lowered his mouth onto Aizawa's half erect cock and took him into his mouth. Aizawa's hand found his hair as he gasped at the contact.

"You're gonna kill me, boy."

Katsuki came up for air and grinned, probing his fingers and curling it as he watched Aizawa's face contort from pleasure.

"Your come's a little bitter, Shouta. You might want to stop smoking and drinking so much coffee." Aizawa laughed and looked at him from under his bicep.

"Fuck off, Katsuki."

Katsuki took him back into his mouth and when Aizawa was fully hard and oozed into his mouth he retreated from him completely and stared down at him with a smirk across his face.

He pressed his palms flat to his thighs and spread Aizawa open before him. When his legs remained, he quickly rolled on a condom, positioned himself and sunk into him. Aizawa clenched around him at first, the sensation gripping at Katsuki sucking him in. He fought the pleasure as it tried to peak because he just wanted to explode. But he wanted Aizawa at his mercy for what he had done to him earlier, and that would take some time.

Katsuki thrust into him slowly at first, allowing Aizawa to adjust around him with every movement; he was grateful for the condom as it dulled the pleasure ever so slightly. Having him like this was exactly what he needed. He sped up and Aizawa grunted.

Katsuki leaned into him, balancing on his elbows as his face met Aizawa's breathing each other's air. Their skin caught on each other, sticking where their sweat mingled. Aizawa had taken himself in his hand as Katsuki sunk into him, deeper each time, folding him in half and reaching parts of Aizawa that hadn't been reached in a long time.

"Katsuki-" Aizawa groaned against his neck. Katsuki buried his face in Aizawa's hair; he felt Aizawa explode between them, hot and sticky. As Aizawa moaned his name, the pleasure that he had allowed to peak finally erupted out of him. He sunk himself into Aizawa as his hips weakened with the electric sensations tingling from his groin to his toes.

"Shit, Shouta." He collapsed onto him and laughed, Aizawa's hair getting inhaled into his mouth.

"Good, I got you to moan my name." Katsuki balanced himself on one arm and looked down at him, Aizawa was smirking. "You're the best lay I've had in a while. What do you say we do this again some time?"

Katsuki slid out of him and lay on his back, both their chests heaving out of sync as they fought for breath.

"Only if you let me fuck you."

Aizawa chuckled. "Only if you let me fuck you , too."

Katsuki looked at him.

"Maybe."