Eijirou was dead.
Gone.
It was supposed to be a movie night. Just the two of them after Denki was working with Aizawa in detention for pranking the class again with mustard-filled chocolates, Mina went on a date with her girlfriends, and Hanta went to Shoto's room after dinner.
So Eijirou took the time to just have a movie night with his best bro.
They waited until the common room was empty and met downstairs. Katsuki made them popcorn and hot chocolates while Eijirou got the candy set out on the coffee table. Eijirou worked on setting up the movie while Katsuki worked on the food.
Everything was fine. Going normally between them. Katsuki and him agreed on a horror movie neither of them had seen even if most would think of it as a classic.
Once everything was done Katsuki brought the rest of the stuff in and they started the movie. Sitting beside each other as they usually did. There shouldn't have been anything wrong with this time but Eijirou could not have been more wrong.
They were sharing the popcorn, and the candy, and Eijirou was always used to leaning on his friends. Katsuki being the only one he threw himself at the most of the time and getting the once meanest kid of their class to let him rest his head on his shoulder was a big win for him.
So movie night usually led to them next to one another and leaning on the other with the mix of snacks between them. This time was no different. Eijirou happily ate the perfectly buttery and spicy popcorn, blissfully watching the movie he knew would give him nightmares.
Eijirou's focus was on the TV. He definitely didn't notice how Katsuki's shirt was even more revealing than the last. And he really did not notice how his best friend's shirts always seemed to get lower and lower, tiger around his pecs. Leaving the neck of the shirt useless with how much of Katsuki's muscular pecs that he could see.
His tits were right there.
So clearly visible that Eijirou was a dead man if he looked in the blond's direction at this point. He felt like a total creep for staring, he knew it wasn't manly. But holy shit, when the blond would cross his arms—much like he was currently—Eijirou had to make sure the pillow he had on his lap didn't move.
His thoughts were no better than the purple freak that drooled over all the girls. Except Eijirou had never had these thoughts before. He never thought about any of his friends like this. Going on summer trips with his family and Mina's never once even looking at her when she wore a bikini but two seconds of seeing Katsuki fully dressed—Eijirou was hard for a totally non-quirk related reason.
He didn't even know when it started.
Thinking the worst of puberty was over, apparently when he turned eighteen it was back with a vengeance. Not going through the awkward crushes or dating in middle or high school he was overdue apparently for all of that to be ruined by a very stubborn, aggressive, introverted, blond man.
Yet, for the past few months, it only got worse and worse. Eijirou faked being sick too many times just to avoid getting a random boner in front of his best friend who he was pretty sure was something along the lines of asexual or aromantic since he never once talked about a crush or even a preference for a significant other.
Eijirou knew—or learned two weeks ago—he was demisexual, possibly demiromantic though he was still unsure of the difference for him. Logically he knew the difference but wasn't sure what the hell he was doing, wanting a label all the while he was confused whether or not the label fit him was not what he prepared for when he was eighteen and very much content with being gay up until then.
He knew he liked guys just mostly lacked the urge to do anything more than making out.
At least until Bakugou Katsuki entered the chat apparently.
And life loved to fuck with him.
"Shit," Katsuki cursed.
Eijirou looked away from the people on the TV being murdered and back to his friend, unbothered only to see Katsuki looking down his shirt.
"What happened, bro—" Eijirou trailed off, looking right at his best friend's tits.
Katsuki at least didn't seem to notice and just answered him as he looked down his own shirt. "Dropped a damn piece of popcorn, can you look for me?"
Eijirou froze.
His palms suddenly became very sweaty, almost as if they switched quirks.
"Can I what?" Eijirou stammered.
"Find the popcorn I dropped," Katsuki sighed. He pressed his pecs together and looked over at Eijirou expectantly.
Eijirou had to look away from him, from the tits he very much wanted lean down and suck on—to fuck—thrust his cock through those soft tits, hell, just to see his cum cover them would do it for him.
"Eijirou," Katsuki whined.
He died.
Eijirou was not resting in peace though.
He was done.
He leaned forward to help Katsuki but the blond just moved back and pulled a piece of popcorn out of thin air it seemed.
"Oh there it is," Katsuki muttered, unbothered as he popped the piece into his mouth.
And dear god, Eijirou whined because what the actual fuck was that?!
Katsuki ate a few more pieces before drinking some water and Eijirou was still stunned into silence as he tried to look back to the movie and failed every time. Katsuki seemed to have no problem watching the movie though.
The room was dark, only the TV on at the moment, and Eijirou hoped it hid the stares he sent to his best friend because did he just imagine that or—no he was clearly losing his fucking mind.
It was simple.
No one was there but them and Eijirou was half glad no one witnessed him being a simp but he would also like to know if that actually happened. Eijirou was still so fucking confused—deceased from gay panic.
But apparently, that was only the start of what Katsuki had planned.
Katsuki got up, but before Eijirou could ask where he was going and if he wanted the movie paused his best friend was moving in front of him. He had no idea what to do when he watched Katsuki drop, he was on his knees in front of him in a matter of seconds. Hands coming up on his thighs and he spread Eijirou's legs open, the pillow thrown to the other side of the couch without it, Eijirou's pants did nothing to hide his erection.
Fuck.
Eijirou looked down, red eyes looking up at him and a smirk caught on the blond's face.
"Cat got your tongue Ei?" Katsuki asked with a chuckle. "Or is it these?" he asked, pushing up his tits.
Eijirou prayed to any gods that would listen to have mercy on his soul.
"Come on Ei, I know you look at them," Katsuki muttered innocently.
His shirt was low cut and worse now that he pressed his pecs together. Katsuki spit between them, taking his hand and rubbing it on them, Eijirou was memorized by the action, because holy. fucking. shit.
Katsuki let his other hand go between his legs, palming himself as he looked up to Eijirou like he was not the images from the redhead's wet dreams.
"I know you jerk off to them," Katsuki admits.
Eijirou blinked. "How?"
Katsuki smirked at him. "I didn't, but when you look at them like this it's not difficult to guess."
He leaned closer, settling between Eijirou's thighs.
"I wanna suck you off and you can fuck my tits," Katsuki grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants. "If that isn't okay, tell me to stop now."
There was no fucking way Eijirou was going to say anything.
Katsuki smirked at him and pulled his sweatpants down enough for Eijirou's cock to be out, maybe not wearing under was a mistake but Eijirou was staring at his best friend in disbelief as he watched Katsuki lean forward.
His mouth lapped over the head of his cock before he took him into his mouth. So warm and wet. Eijirou had never felt something so good.
Katsuki started to sucked him off, bring a hand up to jerk off what he couldn't fit into his mouth. Eijirou was pretty sure his best friend's tongue felt like a promise. His mouth was otherworldly as he coated his dick perfectly before popping off. Saliva coated his lips and Eijirou could barely function as he pushed his tits together again.
This time though he settled over Eijirou's lap. Moving so that his tits were lined up with his dick perfectly as he pushed forward caging his dick in, between his plump pecs.
Eijirou squirmed when he felt just how soft and full his pecs were. Plump and round from working out as often as he did, toned and muscular when he flexed but right now they felt mushy and all too fucking good up and down his shaft.
Eijirou let his hands grip the couch, Katsuki leaned down taking his dick into his mouth again. Slipping between his mouth and his tits in a feeling Eijirou had never thought would ever feel that fucking good.
"Fuck, Kats!" Eijirou moaned.
He felt like he was going to lose his mind, his stomach tightening and before he could even realize it he was coming. The feeling washed over him suddenly and all too quickly.
"Kats I'm fuck—ahhh—" Eijirou managed out before he realized what he just did.
He just fucking came on his best friend's face.
Katsuki closed his eyes and opened his mouth, not caring that he had cum on his tits or part of his face. He let it happen, and encouraged it.
Eijirou looked down at him, still unsure if any of this was real.
The blond opened his eyes and looked back at him. Cum on his eyebrow, on his lip, and his tits. He leaned back and licked the tip of Eijirou's dick. Cleaning him up before tucking him back into his sweatpants.
Holy shit, Eijirou just came onto his best friend's face.
"Bakugou—"
Katsuki got up from the floor finally and settled on Eijirou's lap, taking a finger and wiping the cum from his eyebrow only to suck the finger into his mouth.
He smirked.
Eijirou blinked.
"You're literally the biggest prude what that hell was that—not that I'm complaining—"
Katsuki laughed at him. "You do realize I was friends with a nerd and that we wrote fanfiction."
That was not where Eijirou thought that was going.
"So you and he were a thing?" he asked because really it could make sense maybe. They were childhood friends—okay maybe not friends but they grew up together, their moms were best friends so it made sense that the two spent a lot of time together when they were younger.
Katsuki scrunched up his nose. "Ew fuck no, we just wrote smut together."
Because that was normal.
Then again Denki sent the group chat porn videos he liked so Eijirou wasn't really sure what normal friends were at this point.
"So you didn't—"
Katsuki grabbed his face, holding him steady to look him in the eyes. "I have never done that with anyone, fuckass. I just don't go around like the grape bitch or Pikachu talking about the sexual adventures of my hand."
Eijirou turned a bit red.
"You good?" Katsuki asked.
"Nothing you can't kiss better," Eijirou muttered.
Katsuki smirked and leaned down and kissed him.
Tongue licking over his lips and Eijirou happily opened his mouth as he felt Katsuki let go of his face only to grab his wrist. Katsuki gently guided his hand to his waistband.
Eijirou didn't need a hint before his hand was down the front of his best friend's pants. Making work of his dick, pre-cum leaking out of the tip, and letting him jerk him off with ease.
Katsuki moaned into Eijirou's mouth as he fucking came minutes later in his hand.
Eijirou had no idea how he got so damn lucky but he was happy—even after Iida came down and caught Eijirou with his hand still down the front of Katsuki's pants as they made out.
And even after Mr. Aizawa had to talk with them about not doing that in public spaces—and then were told to go back to their dorms—they made a race for them, ignoring their teacher's comments about going back to their separate dorms.
They both knew they were not fucking leaving it at that.
And if they made use of the lock on the door. Poor Shouji would just have to get apology muffins.
"I don't get paid enough for this," Aizawa muttered once they were gone.
"Ah, come on Sho," Hizashi muttered. "We were way worse."
THE END