Eijirou knew he was fucked the moment he went to college.
He thought he would just have to worry about being too homesick, having to ignore how bad the locker room smelled, and figure out how to actually study because ignoring his tests and exams only got him so far, his athletic scholarship only got him so far, he needed to put in the work this time.
His moms' helped him take his things to his dorm room, the building dedicated to athletes, letting most teammates together if not roommates. Eijirou hoped he got a teammate as a roommate, it could be fun. Late night practices and someone who could go to the gym with him… then he walked into his dorm room.
He froze and had perhaps one of the biggest gay panic crises he had ever had and really he had a lot. His roommate, however, was breathtaking and Eijirou was totally screwed.
The blond man was already moving his things into his side of the dorm. He chose the bed closer to the window and who was arguing with a woman who could only have been his mother with how much they looked alike.
Eijirou could barely register anything but how it was going to be a very hard—difficult—time with a roommate so absolutely beautiful. Snarling teeth and glare harsh enough to battle Medusa. Eijirou would be ranting about this with Mina later.
Eijirou felt his mom push him into the room, the amused look she sent her wife only made the heat on Eijirou's face feel all the more warm. They knew he was having a gay panic moment and they were definitely making bets on it on their way home.
He stepped into the room, getting the attention of two loud blonds and one quiet brunet who smiled warmly at them.
Eijirou's mom pushed past him and introduced them all for him and he mentally thanked her.
"Hi, you must be his roommate. I'm Himari and this is my wife Ren, and our son Eijirou Kirishima."
The brunet was the first to talk, getting up from putting together a small bookshelf that fit perfectly between his roommates and his desks.
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Masaru, and this is my wife Mitsuki and our son Bakugou Katsuki. This is so nice to see more parents helping their kids move in. Katsuki argued with us not to but with all the things he brought—"
"Would you stop, I got it, Hag!"
Eijirou watched the two blonds argue about the bed sheets apparently.
"You don't you Brat!"
Eijirou tried his best after that to just turn to the empty side of his room and start unpacking. He really did try to ignore it, but all he could think of was how even his voice was hot. Rough and raspy the way his own got sometimes if he was yelling for too long. But with his roommates—with Bakugou's it seemed it was just like that.
It was totally manly.
And totally unfair and Eijirou had no idea what to do now.
His moms helped him unpack but really he had zoned out too many times to notice anything other than his Mama keeping polite conversation with Mr. Bakugou while his mom worked on organizing his clothes knowing if it was left up to him that he would just throw them into the organizers and it would be a mess until he went back home.
The room was pretty big for a dorm room. It had two of everything but it was very clear whose side was whose. Eijirou with his clashing colors, camo bedding, his gay pride flag above his bed, and his muscle clock right on the wall next to his desk.
Then there was his roommate's side. Matching black bedding, a load of books, two house plants—which explained why he took the bed near the window—and a few classic novel posters, Frankenstein, Dracula, and The Odyssey. The only thing out of place was an All Might throw pillow on his dark bed.
Which Eijirou could work with, he loved hero comics, and while he preferred Crimson Riot over basically anyone else in the series he could at least have something to talk to the man about. They could bond with superheroes and Eijirou could even tell someone other than his cousin about the fan account he had for the fandom.
Maybe he was getting too ahead of himself. Eijirou wasn't so sure he was even in the right dorm building. What sport did this man play because it sure as heck wasn't the same as Eijirou?
This man looked like he shopped at Hot Topic, which okay, maybe Eijirou had a thing for the 'bad boy' aesthetic but that's beside the point. Bakugou Katsuki's room looked like a total nerd's room. Highlighters, colored pens, pencils, and notebooks, were all organized perfectly on his desk along with his laptop and headphones.
"Oh, wow, a freshman captain?" Himari asked, surprised.
Eijirou looked up to see her talking with the Bakugou's and if he decided to move a little closer and unpack the stuff on his desk then that was his business.
"Well, the current captain is a family friend and put in a good word and Katsuki went through some tests with them to make sure he could manage the position but he seems to enjoy it—though I wish he would pick a less violent sport maybe or try—"
"Fuck off," Bakugou grunted to his dad.
Eijirou had never heard someone curse so much let alone to his parents but neither one of the other Bakugou's seemed to care. Just shrugging it off and letting it go.
"Yeah, I was worried when Eijirou started playing hockey," Himari murmured. "It can be a little uncomfortable to watch his games as a parent but it's what he wanted to do and I can support that."
Eijirou smiled a little at that, he knew his parents didn't want him getting into such a violent sport or any sport. Since being queer in any sport can be quite challenging, being trans was just the cherry on top of picking a sport not totally known for its LGBTQIA+ acceptance—even if it had gotten a lot better over the years.
"Oh, that's what our son plays!" Mr. Bakugou exclaimed.
And Eijirou felt the room tilt a bit.
Oh, dear gods, he was roommates with a teammate alright. He was roommates with the damn captain?!
He just needed to be cool about this. He could be manly and just maybe hope this slight blossoming crush was nothing and not a full-on gay panic crush that ruined his life because he couldn't just let it go.
Mina told him firsthand not to get a crush on his roommate. He had listened to her year of pining on her roomie and how the girl ended up being straight anyway and all the awkward moments after that.
He was already pretty darn awkward so he did not need any help with that.
But then the blond man started cursing more.
And Eijirou knew it wasn't going to be that easy.
Three months later and it was so much worse.
Eijirou had no idea how it happened or rather how he got the grumpy blond to demand that it happen. Studying became a normal thing for them. At least when the blond discovered out the redhead was failing and studying wrong apparently.
"You're here on a scholarship?!" Bakugou yelled.
"Yeah, a sports one, I just need passing grades, what's wrong with that?" Eijirou scratched the back of his neck.
"Sit down and shut the fuck up we are fixing this," Bakugou demanded.
And they did.
Just like that, late nights studying turned into late-night practices, and Eijirou wasn't sure when Bakugou was Katsuki to him but by the five-month mark, Eijirou was comfortable with the blond.
They were best friends.
Eijirou knew the man's coffee order—which was not an easy task for someone who was more of a tea or frappuccino kind of person. Katsuki on the other hand had a coffee order that Eijirou didn't even understand half of the things he was saying when he ordered the beverage.
It was in the simple things like that.
Eijirou knew not to read into it more than being best friends, teammates, and roommates. However, the more time that went by the more difficult that was. Especially when Eijirou knew Katsuki wasn't doing this with anyone else.
He went on morning runs with him at least twice a week, he gave him massages when his legs were killing him after practice, making sure he always ate a healthy breakfast. It was little things like that, that they seemed to fall into with total ease.
It didn't help when Eijirou told Denki, his other teammate, and friend about how Katsuki got tickets to the Crimson Riot movie that he had been wanting to see. Denki decided to choose chaos and informed him it was a date.
Which it wasn't.
It definitely wasn't.
Eijirou would know by now if Katsuki liked him like that.
He knew that Katsuki appreciated their friendship too much for anything else. So, Eijirou made him a friendship bracelet, much like the rest of their little squad. He even made sure to braid little explosion designs into it to match the pillowcase the blond had on his bed.
Yep, Eijirou was doing fine with them only being friends.
He couldn't ask for a better roommate. He kept the dorm clean, even giving Eijirou a chore chart so things were organized for him better. The man went to bed at eight or nine o'clock depending on his nighttime routine. He brought Eijirou food all the time, it all being home-cooked and better than any restaurants he had ever been to. They watched movies together.
Katsuki was his best bro.
However, the looks they got from classmates and teammates was another thing. At least Eijirou knew he wasn't the only one reading into how close they got but at the same time, he really had no idea how they got so close so quickly.
Tetsutetsu even thought they were dating and he was on the soccer team.
Then there was the time with one of the women on their team who rushed after him handing over the gym bag Katsuki forgot.
"Hey, your boyfriend left his gym bag!"
"Oh he's—thanks," Eijirou muttered, just going with it at this point.
He knew he should clear it up before it turned into something and got back to the blond who ignored every comment as if he really didn't hear them or care. But it wouldn't be right not to correct people.
It would be the manly thing to do—even if it just left people more confused. Maybe he should just wait until Katsuki was there with him to help explain or even be the first to correct them so Eijirou could just repeat that or something.
Though, Eijirou didn't hate the idea.
He just wished it were true.
Six months in things felt about the same between them.
Eijirou went about his late-night gym session alone this time, Katsuki was busy with his book club meeting and so he took his time in the shower. His muscles were still sore from practice earlier that day but he had to get in his gym hours. It helped him clear his head and today he was feeling particularly distracted.
He let the hot water run down his body in an attempt to help it feel less like he was slammed into a wall multiple times earlier that evening because all he could think about was fucking himself to sleep.
However, with a roommate that is a bit more difficult than he thought it would be. At least tonight he had the room to himself for a little while, enough time to jerk off if he was lucky.
Katsuki was out with his book club so Eijirou took his time getting back to their dorm only to walk in to see the blond in bed. A book in hand and about ten different colored highlighters around him on the bed.
Reading and annotating the book he had been reading for the last few days for the book club he was in and dear gods Eijirou did not need to see him in glasses right now.
He nearly poked himself in the eye with a pencil the last time, getting distracted by the fact the glasses looked perfectly normal, yet, ridiculous on him with the rest of his punk style he had going on.
Eijirou wanted to groan.
He just wanted to be alone for a few minutes to fucking rub one out. He was so pent up that he knew it wouldn't take him long. As happy as he was to see Katsuki back early he really did not want to have to change his boxers.
He knew he would.
They were already starting to stick to his thighs and it only got worse when the blond started talking. It was nothing new and still happened all the time. Eijirou was still not fucking over his damn voice.
Eijirou thought his crush would be over with by now. He knew he always fell first and quickly when he got a crush, however, he was able to be friends with them after a few weeks, and move on forgetting he even had the crush to begin with.
Just not this time apparently.
"Hey man," Eijirou waved, as if he wasn't dying inside.
"Hey, Ei."
Eijirou nearly melted.
He had no idea how Katsuki called him 'Shitty Hair' one moment and 'Ei' the next but he wanted to hear it again and again—maybe as the blond was fucking him or Eijirou could ride him. Even after practice and his thighs were burning he couldn't think of anything other than how it would feel to sink down on the blond.
Have him moaning out his name.
Having him begging to cum inside.
And Eijirou would let him.
Eijirou made sure the door was locked behind him before dropping his things and laying face down on his bed.
The room was silent, a page turned and another before it went silent again.
"What's up with you?" Katsuki asked.
Eijirou could not deal with this.
"Don't."
"Don't do that, I didn't do anything!"
"Stop talking for the love of—" but he was cut off by the stubborn blond.
"I will talk if I fucking want to!"
Cursing made it worse.
Oh gods.
Cursing made it so much worse.
Eijirou groaned into his pillow.
He could maybe go see if one of his last hookups would meet with him or he groaned again. He hated the thought. The feeling of just going through the motions and never really feeling much for the person past getting off and even then it wasn't anything to hype up.
It wasn't like he even wanted to call a hookup anyway, but it was better than a random person he met at a house party or something that didn't know and wasn't okay with hooking up with a trans dude.
Eijirou was used to his hand and the few toys he managed to get.
However, the fact was that none of his hookups was the blond man yelling at him who Eijirou fucking fell face first for and somehow face-planted into problem after problem with because now that he had him as a friend he didn't want to fuck that up.
He was his best friend, his team captain, and his roommate.
"Why am I so stupid?" Eijirou muttered, muffled by his pillow.
"We've been over this you're not stupid you just learn differently, it takes a different approach—"
"Katsuki I am going to need you to shut the fuck up."
The blond when silent. Eijirou heard him cap the highlighter he was using and slam his book down onto his desk as he stormed over to him.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Katsuki demanded.
"My problem?!" Eijirou half yelled, half laughed at how stupid he was.
Of course, he fell for a straight guy.
"Yeah you've been a dick since you got back, did something happen?" Katsuki asked genuinely.
Eijirou wanted to feel bad about the tone of concern in his best friend's voice. He was just worried about him and all Eijirou was doing was being a dick for no reason.
He flipped over and laid on his back, taking a breath and looking over to the blond who was standing beside his bed. His face scrunched in a glare only Eijirou could distinguish from his usual pissed-off glare to his worried glare.
Then he looked down a little, seeing how his arms were crossed and his pecs smutched together in the black tank top he was wearing. Eijirou turned his red face back into his pillow.
"Ei are you okay?" Katsuki asked, softer this time. "I'll help you kick their ass if you want—"
"It's you!" Eijirou blurted out.
Sure, it was muffled into the pillow but he was sure Katsuki heard him the way the room went silent again.
"What?"
When Eijirou didn't answer him Katsuki took things into his own hands by lunging forward and flipping him back over. Eijirou fought back, he did not need to see how red Eijirou's face probably was nor did he need to catch him staring at him like a creep.
But fighting back was not a good idea either because the blond was pressing him down and climbing up onto the bed. Then as if it didn't send Eijirou into a frozen state the blond straddled him as if it was nothing.
Eijirou's eyes went wide.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
This was how Eijirou died.
He was going to die of being too fucking horny and very much gay for his best friend who was now on top of him and way too close to his face.
"What the fuck is up with you?"
"N-nothing," Eijirou lied.
"Did someone say shit again because I was serious I'll help you kick their ass—"
"It's because of you!" Eijirou blurted out, clearly not learning from the last time.
Which is—okay—not what he wanted to do—again—but when Katsuki mentioned helping him kick someone's ass again it was comforting.
A month into college Eijirou had gotten a transphobic comment from an assistant manager. Katsuki was meeting him at practice and well one thing led to another and the manager was on the ice face down yelling for help.
Katsuki put his foot down on his back, luckily not in his skates yet, just rushing onto the ice when he heard the comment.
Eijirou skated over to them to try and get Katsuki to calm down. People who said those things were not worth it and Eijirou was used to comments like that as shitty as it was.
"Say it again, bitch!"
The assistant manager whinced. "I am a shrimp dick loser who doesn't value basic human rights. I'm sorry I have nothing of value in my pea-sized brain."
Katsuki kicked him.
And Eijirou was suddenly very hard.
He remembered how Katsuki grinned up at him and how Eijirou had to take a little extra time in the shower.
Now though, Eijirou had the blond on top of him and yelling at him.
And fuck.
His voice was so rough and manly—he couldn't think straight—he could never think straight actually, pun intended.
But this was a new sense of panic that he had no idea how to name.
"Forget I said that!" Eijirou yelled back.
"Why would it be me?"
"It wasn't—just forget it," Eijirou insisted.
"If I said something wrong just fucking tell me," Katsuki said softly.
Oh fuck.
Eijirou knew when the man cursed—which he did a lot—that it really sent him overboard.
Shit.
He was so gone for this bitch.
"It's not what you said," Eijirou grumbled.
"Then what?"
Eijirou took a breath.
He could do this.
"Dude, you know I'm gay," Eijirou started, having no idea where he was even going with this without blurting out something stupid again.
"Yeah so?" Katsuki shrugged.
"Your voice," Eijirou laid back, not wanting to look at him. "Is like really fucking sexy."
It was quiet.
Eijirou risked a look up at the blond still on top of him. His brows furrowed in confusion and of course, he looked hot when he was confused. Half of why Eijirou wanted to study with him even when he didn't need help and could just watch him work out whatever problem he was on or a sentence he was stuck on.
"So you have a thing for my voice?" Katsuki asked dumbly.
Understatement of the year.
"Yeah," Eijirou murmured instead.
"Okay but why are you so—" Katsuki gestured to the bed as if to ask why he burst into the room and told him to shut the fuck up and then blurted out how sexy his voice was or so Eijirou assumed.
"You were supposed to be at your book club," Eijirou muttered.
"They canceled it after Round Cheeks forgot to read the book and then Icy Hot went to his boyfriend's and forgot as well. I don't know what that has to do with—"
"Because I'm fucking horny!"
Oh, gods, he said that.
Out loud.
"I mean—I just—oh gods—I just mean I didn't have my thing with me in the shower and using my fingers doesn't—uh do it for me so—then you were here and you started talking and—then I started blurting shit out—so just leave me here to bury myself in my bed."
Katsuki was nearly laying on him at this point.
It was a long silence that if he didn't say something soon Eijirou was going to blurt out something stupid again.
Then he felt it.
Something poking him in the hip.
It couldn't—he looked up at Katsuki's flushed red face. Eijirou didn't notice until just then how much the blond was blushing.
"I could help," Katsuki practically whispered.
Eijirou blinked.
He was hearing things now.
"I mean if you want—"
"You want to help me get off?!" Eijirou asked stupidly.
Katsuki took a breath and holy shit, he knew that look. At least Eijirou wasn't the only one going through a gay panic moment.
Katsuki nodded. "Yeah."
"You know that I—uh—don't have—" Eijirou really hated talking about his junk situation. Sure, on one end of the conversation, it shouldn't have to be something he had to disclose every time he wanted to hook up with someone but he also didn't want to start something only to learn he misjudged and someone was secretly transphobic.
"I've seen you naked before, idiot. We share a room and you air dry in a towel that covers literally nothing with the way you sit."
Okay, maybe he was an idiot, but knowing Eijirou had a pussy didn't mean that Katsuki wanted to fuck with that. He didn't even think Katsuki liked him as anything more than friends—or at the very least didn't think he was attracted to him.
"So you wanna fuck me? Like, really, and not just like hand stuff?" Eijirou asked before adding: "Just to be clear I'm fine with either but I can't cum until something is in me—I really need to shut the fuck up."
Katsuki grabbed his chin, tilting his face towards his.
"Whatever you want to do," he murmured, leaning down so close Eijirou had already closed his eyes.
"Can I kiss you?"
"I would kick your ass if you didn't," Eijirou laughed.
Katsuki closed the distance and Eijirou really thought he died. He kinda wanted to laugh at any shitty family member telling him he would go to Hell because right now he felt like he was in heaven with an angel fucking making out with him.
Eijirou happily opened his mouth and Katsuki got the message. Eijirou pulled him down completely, wrapping his arms around him and trying not to freak out that he was making out with his captain.
Katsuki pulled back and just as Eijirou was about to complain the blond started kissing his jaw then down to his neck and Eijirou couldn't help but moan at the feeling of Katsuki sucking a bruise into his neck.
Eijirou covered his mouth as soon as he heard himself. He had embarrassed himself enough for one day he did not need to make it worse.
"Aw come on, you said you liked my voice but you never asked if I liked yours," Katsuki whispered. He was so close to his ear, leaning in and kissing just under it.
Eijirou couldn't answer.
He felt Katsuki smile against his neck before leaving a bite just under his ear, enough that it would bruise and Eijirou would get shit for it at practice and only Eijirou and their captain, who was behind it would know about it.
Eijirou was finding it hard to complain when Katsuki's hands wandered up his shirt. Soft hands on his skin nearly had him melting.
"You know how many times I've seen your naked ass and had to pretend I didn't want to bend you over your damn desk," Katsuki muttered. "How you would just start talking about shit like you weren't such a godsdamn tease."
"Holy shit."
Eijirou knew none of that… so this whole time he wasn't the only one… holy shit! Eijirou gasp as he felt Katsuki suck another hickey into his neck.
Katsuki smirked when he pulled back, looking Eijirou in the eyes.
"Shirt off, Red."
Katsuki got off of him and Eijirou sat up on the edge of the bed. Wasting no time in throwing his shirt to the ground, Katsuki watched him.
His eyes were on him and he fucking loved it.
Before he could pull Katsuki back onto the bed with him Katsuki was on his knees in front of him, his hands on Eijirou's thighs.
Eijirou's eyes widened when he pulled him forward by his waistband.
"Pants too," Katsuki muttered.
Eijirou didn't care if he was dreaming or not he kicked his pants along with his boxers off with no coherent thought.
Katsuki licked his lips.
Eijirou should have been scared of the hungry look on his roommate's face but all he thought was how he was the one getting those reactions. He was the one who got Bakugou Katsuki on his knees for him. The nerd in all of his classes. The man who was the captain of the hockey team.
"That's a good boy," Katsuki hummed.
And Eijirou was pretty sure he would never hear those words in a pure way ever again. He made a sound that he wasn't sure if it was a moan or gasp or what the fuck it was all he knew was that if Katsuki called him that again then he was going to be fucking dripping.
Katsuki spread his legs open and Eijirou sat back nervously. Nervous because it had been so long and that this was even happening at all. He couldn't believe it.
"Let me know if something doesn't feel good or you want to stop," Katsuki said genuinely.
Eijirou nodded. "My safe word is All Might."
Katsuki looked up at him with a glare. "No, the fuck it isn't."
Eijirou laughed. "Aw man, your face."
Katsuki put his hand on Eijirou's naked thigh.
That shut him up.
"Okay okay, it can be broccoli," Eijirou muttered. "Better?"
"Yes," Katsuki nodded. "Now can I blow you?"
"Hell yeah, I'm not going to—oh, gods!"
Katsuki pushed him back and wasted no time on having his mouth on him. Sucking on Eijirous clit and sending shivers down his spine. Eijirou put his hands in the sheets pulling as he tried to steady himself.
It was like the world tilted and the only thing he could focus on was the tongue on him getting lower and—oh, gods.
Eijirou gasped when he felt Katsuki's tongue push into his pussy.
Holy fuck.
Eijirou had only been eaten out once and it wasn't very fun for either of them. Then again it was at a party freshman year of high school and he was not in the best place then. He ended up panicking and texting Mina, who had to fake being his girlfriend just to get him out of there without it being more awkward.
But now, holy fuck.
Katsuki was lapping up everything he could. Going back between sucking on his clit before lapping at the steady flow of slick coming out of him. He felt like he was on the top of the world.
Eijirou knew if he kept it up he could cum too soon and there was no fucking way he wasn't going to cum on the cock he had been drooling over for months.
Eijirou pulled him back, tugging on his hair.
Before Katsuki thought he had done something wrong Eijirou pulled him up onto the bed with him kissing him to reassure him.
"In me now," Eijirou demanded.
Then he kissed him again, tasting himself on his tongue and really he was lost in the smell of caramel and whatever shampoo Katsuki used.
Katsuki reached between wet thighs, sliding two fingers down his folds and into his cunt.
"Oh fuck!" Eijirou gasped.
Having fingers in him that weren't his own felt entirely different. When he fingered himself he felt like he was a straight cis dude and had no idea where anything even went.
Katsuki had no problem thrusting two digits into him, leaving Eijirou gasping as he clenched around them moaning into his mouth as he came with his fingers in him.
"Not what I meant but shit that felt good," Eijirou muttered. Taking a minute to catch his breath. He hadn't cum that hard for a while. He knew he had been pent up for a while but never thought it would make for that good of an orgasm.
But now that he had Katsuki fucking him and he didn't want it to stop. He needed more.
Eijirou pulled off Katsuki's shirt, nearly ripping it in the hasty process.
"Okay I can undress myself," Katsuki laughed.
"Fucking do it then I don't need to be the only one naked here."
"We wouldn't want that," Katsuki looked him up and down.
Eijirou didn't cover himself.
He liked it when Katsuki looked at him, he liked how he licked his lips every time he got lower and lower.
"Pants too," Eijirou said innocently.
"Fuck."
Eijirou smirked. Looking up at him with his best puppy dog eyes, as Katsuki scrambled off of him trying to get his pants off as quickly as he could. Eijirou moved back to the edge of the bed and before Katsuki took his pants off he reached a hand down his pants.
Fuck.
Eijirou smiled up at him as if he wasn't losing his fucking mind. He was doing this, Katsuki and him were having sex, and Eijirou just stuck his hand down the front of his pants.
"I want to cum around your cock," Eijirou stated.
"Yeah?"
Eijirou couldn't help it if he tried, as he leaned forward and kissed his hip. He looked up to Katsuki who was watching him intently. Eijirou licked a fat strip up his torso before looking back up at the blond.
"Dreamt about it so many times," Eijirou admitted.
Katsuki smirked. "You ever jerk yourself off while on the phone with me?"
Eijirou looked up quickly.
How—he was so careful.
"I thought you were just working out or something at first, but I guess not the kind of workouts I thought," Katsuki laughed.
Eijirou flushed, taking his hand out of Katsuki's pants.
Katsuki called him several times to talk while he was walking to his classes that were farther away. Something that killed time since it was when Eijirou was getting out of his class and heading to get lunch.
Eijirou skipped more times than not, he was always a simp to hear the blond talk. So he rushed back to their dorm. He didn't even know his hand was in his pants until Katsuki cursed some dude out once and Eijirou felt himself rub over his clit. From then on he would make sure Katsuki couldn't hear him as he fucked the dildo he hid in his closet, while listening to Katsuki talk about his classes or how fucking stupid his teachers were.
Eijirou didn't care at the time but after he came the guilt would wash over him.
"I am so sorry," Eijirou said, mortified as he covered his face.
Katsuki moved his hands. "Does it look like a care?"
Eijirou looked at the tent he was sporting and from the tone of his voice he didn't seem to care.
He didn't care.
Okay, Eijirou would have some things to unpack after all of that.
For now, he pulled Katsuki down with him looking him in the eyes. He was over-embarrassing himself and seriously had no idea why Katsuki wasn't pushing him away at this point.
"Can I ride you?" Eijirou murmured, lips so close to Katsuki's.
"Fuck yes!"
He leaned in and kissed him again. He was pretty sure he would never get over being able to just pull him in and lick into his mouth. Eijirou nearly got distracted before he remembered what he was doing.
He rolled Katsuki off of him and pushed him down onto the bed, grabbing his pants and pulling them the rest of the way off before he could lose his mind and overthink anything, he reached forward.
He spit into his hand before he pumped his dick, he knew it would feel good in him. Eijirou moved to straddle him. Katsuki gripped the sheets as he watched him line himself up and sink down onto him.
The slight stretch felt so fucking good, Eijirou nearly fell forward before he caught himself.
"Fuck," they both moaned.
Eijirou didn't move for a moment, just getting used to the full feeling before moving forward. Still not totally believing this wasn't just some really good wet dream. Feeling the dick in him as he slowly moved his hips.
Katsuki let go of the sheets only to hold onto his waist. There was something in the action that felt so possessive and Eijirou moaned at the thought. He loved it.
He ground down, breathless as he got lost in his movements.
"That's it," Katsuki moaned.
Eijirou never thought the hands on his waist would feel so fucking good but all he could do was gay panic about it as he ignored the burn in his thighs and moved faster, grinding down as Katsuki guided him along.
"We should have done this sooner," Eijirou gasped.
Katsuki moaned as he met his thrust, shifting his hips to hit inside him so perfectly. "I should have had you on my dick so much sooner."
Eijirou leaned down and kissed along Katsuki's neck. He knew the blond had his share of hickey's already so why not?
Katsuki moaned and Eijirou had never thought he would be doing this.
He stopped moving.
Katsuki looked up at him, his face relaxed.
"Switch with me," Eijirou muttered.
He went to get up but Katsuki grabbed him by the hips. He kept him on his dick before he moved them both. Katsuki moved them onto their side before he pushed Eijirou onto his back, somehow managing to stay inside the whole time.
Katsuki smirked. "What, need me to fuck you?"
Eijirou groaned as he wrapped his legs around his waist in response. It seemed answer enough for Katsuki, the thrusts into him quickly turned into Eijirou being pounded into the bed.
Relentlessly, his pussy being fucked like he had fucking dreamt about. He let whatever nails he had dig into Katsuki's back, feeling the muscles under his fingers only made him moan louder.
EIjirou fucking loved it.
His head fell back onto his pillow as he gasped, muttering curses, Katsuki's name, hell he might have been muttering random words at this point he didn't really care all that much.
"Holy fuck, right—ah—there!"
He felt so full, like he wanted to milk him dry to feel himself dripping with it for days.
Katsuki was talking but he was too caught up with being pounded into his bed. It was like the words were in a different language and while he knew that Katsuki could speak other languages he was pretty sure he wasn't.
Katsuki seemed to notice.
He bit down on his earlobe before he whispered in his ear. "Be a good boy for me and cum~"
Eijirou felt his head get all fuzzy as he came, nearly blacking out as he felt Katsuki lean down kissing him through his climax.
Katsuki went to pull away his hips stilling as he tried to pull out only for Eijirou to wrap his legs around him tighter.
"Ei I'm gonna—"
"I know."
Katsuki thrust into him one more time before he was coming inside. Warm and full and so fucking satisfying Eijirou went limp.
He felt too good to question anything.
Katsuki collapsed on him and Eijirou was too fucking tired to do much of anything more than wrapping his arms around him.
Exhausted.
He closed his eyes for a moment. He would get up and clean up in a minute, he just needed a second.
When Eijirou opened his eyes there was sunlight streaming into the dorm room.
He sat up a bit too quickly and felt dizzy as he looked around the room. Katsuki was nowhere in sight and he was pretty sure he was wrapped around the blond when he fell asleep.
It wasn't a dream?
The ache in his back informed him that it was very much real but he felt himself reaching between his legs anyway. He had been cleaned up at some point but he could have sworn he could still feel Katsuki's cum in him.
He clinched around nothing.
He shook his head.
Nope.
He needed to figure out where—the thought was cut off as he watched Katsuki kick open the door. Eijirou still naked and in bed.
Katsuki was dressed in his outfit from yesterday as he set down a tray—he brought breakfast up for them and Eijirou was pretty sure the man read his mind because, before he could say anything about it Katsuki was cutting off any sentence he could have made.
"Don't make it sappy," he groaned.
Eijirou ignored him.
"You got me breakfast?" he asked in awe.
"I didn't think you'd want to get up with—uh—well."
Eijirou tilted his head having no idea where he was going but flustered Katsuki was something he could get used to.
"Fuck, don't do that!"
"Do what?" Eijirou questioned.
Katsuki sat the tray of food down beside him on Eijirou's desk and covered his face.
"I was supposed to focus on school and hockey and—not fuck my roommate!" Katsuki grumbled into his hands.
Eijirou looked over at him.
Oh.
So he was just a distraction.
It was fine.
Eijirou knew there was a chance he didn't like him back and that last night was just a horny mess of the two of them being pent up. And the feeling of wanting to start crying was not helping the chill vibe he wanted to handle this with.
"But then I started thinking you were hot—and I don't fucking do that—fuck—I don't even jerk off and then you come along in and I have to constantly think about sad kittens or something just to get it to go away!"
Wait, did he—
"You don't jerk off?!" Eijirou nearly yelled.
"That's what you're taking from that?" Katsuki deadpanned.
"Well, I mean yeah, I jerk off every time I'm in the shower," Eijirou informed him as if it really was that simple.
Katsuki stared at him as if he were a math problem.
Eijirou watched him take a deep breath.
He waited, giving the blond time to say whatever it was he was trying to get out before he freaked the fuck out.
He waited because it didn't feel like nothing to him and if it were nothing then why bring waffles back to him in the morning? He would wait until Katsuki finished talking before he jumped to his depressing assumptions. He knew he could call Mina and they could go eat their weight in ice cream if he needed to.
"I'm demisexual," Katsuki blurted out.
And okay they were doing this and—
Oh.
Oh.
"So for me, I don't get turned on," Katsuki grumbled. "I thought I was ace at first but it didn't feel right. I don't really think about sex or stuff often and the few times I had sex it wasn't all that enjoyable because looking back I didn't like the people I was with like that."
That made so much sense.
Eijirou just thought the man was anti-social or something and well he wasn't the best at making friends so he never thought about his hookup game being all that great.
But he should have known. Mina was ace (sex positive but ace nonetheless) and he had been there with her when she was discovering that, learning the terms under the asexual/aromantic umbrella.
"And I—" Katsuki paused for a minute.
Eijirou let him.
"I don't want to make things awkward and I know just because we had sex that it doesn't have to mean something—"
Eijirou's heart sank a little.
"But it did to me."
Eijirou looked up, surprised.
"I know I'm an asshole and really difficult to deal with—"
"No, you're not. You are one of the nicest people I know," Eijirou shushed him. "My turn. I've always liked you. Thought you were hot the moment I walked in the door and when you were fucking yelling at your mom about bedsheets. I nearly melted onto the floor and my moms' had to push me forward. But then I got to know you and fuck, if I didn't want to slap myself for falling in love with my best friend."
"You love me?"
Eijirou knew most people didn't fall as fast as him. He knew saying 'I love you' the morning after sex was also probably not the best, but Eijirou grew up in a house where you let the people you love know that.
Saying it or showing it or whatever.
"Yes," Eijirou muttered.
It was simple.
"You're always there for me. You're kind even if people don't see it, I do." Eijirou stated matter of factly. "I mean you thought something happened to me last night and were willing to help me kick their asses with no questions asked. You are my best friend, Kats, how could I not at the very least like you?"
Katsuki smiled.
"Plus you're good in bed so that's a bonus," Eijirou added casually.
Katsuki choked.
Eijirou laughed at how red he got, Katsuki looked at the bed for a moment not meeting his gaze.
"Can I— I mean would you want to— it's fine if you don't—"
"Oh, my gods, are you flustered again?!"
"Shut up!"
"Sorry, but I still have your cum in me and you're getting flustered now?!" Eijirou laughed so hard he had to wipe tears from his cheeks.
Katsuki hid his face and Eijirou really wanted to take a picture of how red he was because he was not going to let the blond live this down.
"Shut up."
"Fine fine, ask away," Eijirou waved his hand to motion him on.
He reached over to his desk and grabbed a piece of buttered toast off one of the plates. He would eat the waffles when Katsuki finished up saying whatever it was.
Eijirou took a bite of food.
"Do you want to go out?"
Eijirou grinned. "Hell yeah!"
"Wait really?"
"Did you miss the part of me wanting to fuck you since I moved in or the part where I said that I loved you?"
"I mean—"
Eijirou shook his head. "Oh, we are working on your self-worth, babe."
Katsuki looked over at him and Eijirou rolled his eyes before getting up. Setting the rest of the toast back on the plate before he walked over to the blond.
Eijirou leaned in, almost touching him, almost kissing him. "I don't think we shouldn't be friends."
"Oh, then what should we be?"
"Boyfriend sounds much better doesn't it?" Eijirou smiled.
And Katsuki pulled him in, wrapping his arms around his naked waist, and kissed him deeply.
"Yeah, it fucking does."
And if the food was cold by the time they remembered it, Eijirou was not going to complain about it. He had a loud grumpy blond to call his boyfriend so it was a pretty fucking amazing day already.
THE END
