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  Category:
      M/M
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  Relationship:
      Midoriya_Hisashi/Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Hisahi/Midoriya_Izuku,
      Midoriya_Hisashi/Midoriya_Izuku/Bakugou_Katsuki, Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya
      Izuku
  Character:
      Midoriya_Hisashi, Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
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      Alternate_Universe_-_No_Quirks_(My_Hero_Academia), Pedophilia, Power
      Imbalance, Dom/sub_Undertones, Praise_Kink, Masturbation, Size
      Difference, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Rimming, Barebacking, belly_bulge,
      Bottom_Bakugou_Katsuki, Dominant_Hisashi, Cock_Slut_Bakugou_Katsuki,
      Dirty_Talk, Creampie, Intercrural_Sex, Come_Swallowing, Sex_Toys,
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Multiple_Orgasms, Dry_Orgasm, Daddy_Kink, Father/Son
      Incest, Rare_Pairings, 69_(Sex_Position), Face-Fucking, Rough_Oral_Sex,
      Deepthroating, Crying, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, First_Time_Bottoming, Bottom
      Midoriya_Izuku, Facials, Double_Anal_Penetration, Statutory_Rape, Shota
  Series:
      Part 8 of Funky_Writes_Rare-Pairs
  Collections:
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  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-18 Updated: 2018-02-25 Chapters: 4/? Words: 13604
****** Katsuki Loves Mondays ******
by Funky_Hanji_(Temari)
Summary
     - Contrary to most people, Katsuki loves Mondays. He likes most of
     the other week days too, but Mondays are by far the days he waits for
     the most. On the other hand, he hates weekends. Saturdays and Sundays
     always feel too long. -
Notes
     I've long since thrown away any innocence left in me. ¯\(◉‿◉)/¯
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prompt Fill *****
Chapter Notes
     The first part sticks close to the prompter's request, and it's in
     Katsuki's perspective.
It's 6 am and Katsuki hurries down the stairs as fast as his short legs will
carry him. His mom grumbles at him to «don't fall and kill yourself brat!» and
to «keep it down will you?!» as he makes his way to the door and hastily puts
on his shoes, hoisting his school bag on both shoulders once he straightens up.
He shouts a quick goodbye in the general direction of the kitchen, where he
knows his parents are still calmly having breakfast. He waits for his father's
quiet answer before he's out of the house.
The trek to Izuku's place is a relatively short one—a fifteen minute walk at
his usual pace; though today, Katsuki's not going at his normal speed. Once he
closes the gate and turns left down the street, he finds himself picking up his
feet until he's jogging.
Finally it's Monday again! Katsuki thinks, a grin appearing on his mouth, his
eyes sparking.
Contrary to most people, Katsuki loves Mondays. He likes most of the other week
days too, but Mondays are by far the days he waits for the most. On the other
hand, he hates weekends. Saturdays and Sundays always feel too long, even when
he spends them at his childhood friend's house… they're actually worse when the
sleeps over at Izuku's. Don't get him wrong, Katsuki doesn't mind the
sleepovers at all; Izuku's fun to be around—as much as a nerd and loser who can
never beat him at any game they play can be, anyway—and Auntie Inko's cooking
is way better than his mom's, even if she fusses a little too much for
Katsuki's tastes.
The weekends he spends at the Midoriyas' almost always put him in kind of a bad
mood because his Daddy ignores him the most then.
Not blatantly, or at least not in such an obvious way someone other than
Katsuki would notice, but still; it hurt his feelings a little. A lot. He only
got polite greetings and stupid, too-cheerful smiles; he got exactly zero
touches all throughout his stay, leaving him feeling uneasy and railed up,
prone to explode in bouts of petty anger he more often than not takes out on
Izuku.
It wasn't all he hated about his sleepovers, though… the number one thing he
despised was being forbidden from calling his Daddy 'Daddy'. There is an
unpleasant churning in his stomach every time Katsuki has to use 'Uncle 'Ashi'.
But Mondays clear up and make him forget all his bad feelings, because Daddy
pays him back for his patience!
Katsuki arrives at Izuku's—and more importantly his Daddy's—apartment building
and jumps into the elevator. At the fifth floor, he gets out and rushes to the
end of the hallway, a spring in his step. He doesn't ring the bell or knock; he
shrugs off his school bag and rummages in it, unearthing an old model flip
phone and sending a quick text to the only number saved in it: [I'm here
Daddy!].
He waits for the door to open, shifting to and fro on the balls of his feet.
His head perks up when he hears shuffling on the other side and Katsuki's heart
flutters in his chest, anticipation and excitement already thrumming in his
veins.
«Katsuki,» Daddy greets him, a friendly smile on his thin lips. «Come on in.»
Katsuki returns the gesture with a smaller curve of his mouth, nods, keeping
silent as he steps past the tall man and pauses to take off his shoes. The door
clicks shut behind him, Daddy quietly walking back further into the apartment
while Katsuki deposits his school bag next to the wall by the entrance. He
follows the retiring back, padding by the living-room and open kitchen. He
watches as Daddy turns off the stove—Katsuki guesses he'd been preparing some
breakfast for Izuku, maybe thinking he'd finish before Katsuki arrived—, eyes
the clock on the wall near the fridge—6:18 am it says—and grins: school started
at 8 am.
They had all the time.
«It's been a long weekend, hasn't it Katsuki?» Daddy says, coming to kneel in
front of him.
Long fingers cup his cheeks; Katsuki breathes slowly, sparks of electricity
going off under his skin at the contact. He feels dizzy already as he leans
into the touch and looks up into grey eyes alight with a blazing hunger.
«Yes, Daddy,» he murmurs.
His Daddy hums in thought. «Did you miss me?»
Katsuki inhales, eyes wide; shocked that the man has to even ask such a
question. «Of course I did!» His tone hushed but strong with an underlying core
of sureness Daddy no doubt catches.
A low chuckle has Katsuki's shoulders relax and smile. «I'm happy to hear
that.»
Daddy stands back up and holds out a hand which Katsuki wastes no time in
grabbing. Pleasant tingles blossoming all across his body, because he
knows—Daddy will let him in, take his hand and lead him to his bedroom (the bed
is always undone, one side more than the other and Katsuki remembers Izuku
telling him Untie Inko works the night shift at the hospital); he will sit on
the bed, undress him with warm, rough, grown-up hands and touch him
everywhere—and he's been waiting two whole days for it.
It's their routine after all.
Katsuki spares a brief glance toward his best friend's room as they step past
it. Izuku's still asleep at this hour; none the wiser as to the fact Katsuki,
who walks with him to school every day, actually arrives way before he's
supposed to, all so he can spend that extra time with his dad. He wonders for a
moment if Izuku has ever done the things Katsuki does with his Daddy… would
Izuku do them with Katsuki? Would Daddy allow him to have Izuku? Would Daddy
like to see him have Izuku?
He's brought out of his reverie when he hears the bedroom door being locked.
Katsuki's gaze follows Daddy as he circles around him and sits on the edge of
the bed, hands clasped in his lap. Expectant silence falls over them and after
a few beats of quiet, Katsuki frowns, head tilting to the side in a confused
gesture.
«I know I'm usually the one taking off your clothes, but-» the man across him
raises his eyebrows, lifts one hand in a vague movement- «today you'll do it
yourself. For me.»
Daddy smirks at him, and it's one of those Katsuki is more familiar with; it
sends a buzz of hot delight from the base of his spine to his nape, goosebumps
littering his skin. His cheeks flush in surprise and his hands tremble ever so
slightly, but he nods and complies because he loves his Daddy and is happy to
do whatever he asks. He yearns to please him in any way he's allowed to.
Katsuki also knows he'll receive a prize if he's good. He feels his shorts get
tighter at the thought and it only gets worse when he sees Daddy grab a bottle
of lube from somewhere in the mess of rumpled sheets. He pulls down his
sweatpants, freeing his half-hard penis, eye-contact never faltering and lips
still curved upward on one side.
«Go on, Katsuki,» Daddy prompts.
Daddy squeezes a dollop of clear lube on his left hand, works it a little until
it warms up—Katsuki knows how it works, he's been taught; he's been educated in
all the things they do together, and even in those Katsuki has to do on his
own—and wraps his palm around his penis.
Cock, he corrects himself mentally, Daddy told me to call it cock.
«Yes, Daddy,» he says, cheeks blushing deeper despite the determined furrow on
his brows.
With a steadying breath, Katsuki's hands skim the hem of his skull-printed,
black t-shirt, they close around the fabric and pull it over his head in a
deliberate movement. His Daddy likes to undress him slowly, so he'll do the
same to the best of his ability. He lets the first piece of clothing fall on
the carpet; the white, cotton undershirt is discarded next. Shaking fingers
pause on his light-colored shorts' fly. He glances through his fringe toward
Daddy—one hand flat on the bed, supporting his weight while the other rubs the
large cock in gentle caresses; it reminds Katsuki of the way Daddy sometimes
touches his own smaller one—and the burning, intense gaze he sees fixed on his
every movement and eating up each centimeter of skin being exposed… it gives
Katsuki the courage to undo the button, pull down the zipper and shimmy out of
his shorts.
«Mmh, good boy,» says Daddy.
He licks his lips, his grey eyes traveling along Katsuki's mostly naked body
and stopping at his white briefs; Katsuki is aware the outline of his erection
is obvious. He shifts on the spot, hands twitching at his sides the same way
his cock does under his Daddy's piercing stare. He wants to touch it, but
doesn't dare unless Daddy says he can. He keens, teeth biting the inside of his
cheek.
Daddy snickers. «That's fine, Katsuki-» he motions for Katsuki to come closer
and he obeys- «you can touch yourself. Take off your briefs first.»
Katsuki scrambles to do just that, a breath of relief leaving his lungs when
he's finally free and completely nude in front of his beloved Daddy after such
a long, lonely weekend. Shivers run up his body when he carefully encircles his
small cock in his fist. He strokes himself following Daddy's «tighter», «thumb
the head», «pull down the foreskin», «down and… up», his whispers falling on
the shell of Katsuki's right ear. It takes only two minutes before his knees
buckle and he's gasping, cumming over his own hand.
Daddy's free hand helps him to keep standing. «It's OK, I've got you.»
He smiles at Katsuki; it's reassuring and it makes his chest swell up in
happiness, his blush never fading as he returns the expression. «Thank you
Daddy!» he says. «Are you gonna put your cock in me now?»
His Daddy laughs loudly. «Not yet baby. In fact-» he hums in thought, one
finger poised at his chin- «I think we should leave that for when you come back
from school, hm?»
Katsuki's eyes are wide as saucers in shock and disappointment; he shakes his
head, shooting forward and closing his hands carefully around his Daddy's big,
hard cock. «No! Want this, Daddy! Now! Please!» he says, voice wobbly in
desperation.
«It's gonna take a long time to stretch you out, Katsuki,» Daddy explains,
frowning down at him but not prying his hands off him. Rather, he bucks his
hips upward a little in a hint Katsuki catches; he starts pumping his small
hands up and down in well practiced and enthusiastic pumps. «You wanna— mmh— be
late— yeah, like that— at school? What about— dig that nail in the slit, shit
yes— Izuku?»
Katsuki doesn't answer right away.
He's too entranced by the sounds and instructions falling from Daddy's mouth;
he's too busy watching that unmistakable adult cock throb in his grasp every
time he twists his fists under the flaring head or thumbing the slit. He's too
distracted by his own erection pulsing again between his legs for the same kind
of attention but Katsuki's resolute in ignoring it. His hunger stems from
Daddy's cock. His mouth salivates in ravenous thirst as the first pearls of
pre-cum ooze out of the slit and he can do nothing to refrain himself from
leaning down. His tongue lolls out, lapping up the drops of liquid evidence of
how much Daddy wants him too.
Katsuki's eyes squeeze shut, his body quivering—he's cummed a second time, from
tasting Daddy for the first time this week.
Shudders from his orgasm still coursing through his veins, he lifts his face
off the erection to look up into grey eyes shining with a sort of humor at the
display.
«But I want it, Daddy,» Katsuki says, tone almost petulant. «Sooo bad, I have
that thing!» He wriggles where he's kneeling on the carpet between Daddy's
thighs, one hand leaves the cock he's stroking to lightly graze his bottom.
«The plug! After my bath yesterday— I put it in, slept with it even! So we
could, y'know?»
Katsuki knows his speech pattern makes close to no sense, but he's just so
eager, so ready for it. His hole clenches around the object snugly nested
inside it, his cock is standing again and his breathing is already shallow.
Daddy has yet to even touch him in any way. He creeps closer to the man sitting
on the edge of the bed, nuzzles up to his knee and slowly ruts against Daddy's
calf until he's quaking and gasping and spilling on Daddy's sweatpants.
«Pleeease Daddy...» he whines, hands clawing at the flushed and twitching cock
standing mere centimeters from his face.
A sound like a groan tumbles out of his Daddy's throat, and Katsuki can see his
eyes darken, glow with a greed which leaves him breathless. A sense of victory
bubbling in his belly because it's him doing this to Daddy. Katsuki and
onlyKatsuki.
Without prompting, he gets to his feet and watches as Daddy discards his
bottoms, followed by his underwear. He scoots backward and pats the mattress, a
signal for Katsuki to climb up.
He does, crawling toward Daddy and bending down to take his thick cock in his
mouth; he grumbles in dissatisfaction when he can't go much further past the
head—despite all the practice he's had, he guesses his mouth is still too tiny
for it—, so he uses his hands to stroke what he can't fit. He moans, pulling
off with a pop before attacking the side with his tongue, laving each vein he
sees until he's at the base; he noses at the curly black hair, humming. He
sucks and licks on Daddy's balls like he would a candy.
He gets off on the smells and tastes assaulting his senses.
«What a nice mouth you have, baby,» his Daddy praises, a hand weaved in his
ash-blond hair. «And you even slept with— ah, good Katsuki— my butt plug?» he
asks, sighing in approval when Katsuki nods, going back to drink up the pre-cum
dripping from the slit. «Bet you're all loose-» Daddy's hips lift up from the
mattress and his cock slides deeper into his mouth, making him choke a bit;
Daddy groans, repeats the action- «could fuck— shit baby, swallow around me—
into you— yes like that— with no prep...»
Katsuki keens at that.
Do it, do it! his brain pleads and his ass grinds on the bed reflexively, the
plug shifting with the friction to poke at that place which always makes him
see stars—prostate, Daddy had called it—, and it does now too; he's cumming for
what feels like the millionth time.
«Ah,ah, ah, Katsuki,» Daddy says, tone chastising. «Aren't you having all the
fun, little runt?»
Katsuki's eyes shoot wide. «Sorry Daddy! I'm just… too excited… for you!»
«Well, that's fine,» his Daddy concedes, smiling. «But we're running late, so
y'know what to do.»
Katsuki nods, smiling back. He turns around so he's facing the bedroom's door,
his backside bared for his Daddy to see. He reaches backward, spine bowing, and
plucks the plug out; the sound it makes is so lewd his whole body erupts in a
flush, but Katsuki knows his Daddy loves it so he presses on. He plants his
elbows on the mattress and lifts his legs until they stand straight and a few
centimeters apart, leaving him with his exposed hole in the general vicinity of
Daddy's face.
The first smooth brush of Daddy's tongue over his ass has Katsuki recoil even
though he'd expected it; the second has him moan. Daddy sucks at his hole,
mumbles how «it's so beautifully red» and how he «can't wait to see it swollen
around my cock»; he prods and pushes his tongue inside; he scissors it, shoving
two fingers, three, four inside and says it's «better than a pussy» which
«craves to be filled with my cum».
Katsuki agrees to everything, blabbering and tearing up. He cries and gasps his
Daddy's name, asking for more because he can't wait any longer and he's lost
count of how many times his penis has gotten hard and soft by now.
«You've been so good, baby,» says Daddy, kissing one of Katsuki's inner thighs
while he takes out his fingers. «Here's your reward.»
Katsuki is pulled up until he's simply kneeling with his back to Daddy. Two
warm hands clutch his sides and he feels the bed shift with Daddy's weight.
He's lifted slightly, and lowered—a gasp escapes him when the blunt head of his
Daddy's cock nudges his hole; he goes willingly, seating himself down on it and
shuddering at the sensation.
Katsuki lifts an arm up until he's half embracing Daddy's shoulder; his other
one rests low on his belly, a needy whine breaking out of him at the familiar,
amazing feeling and sight of the bump under his fingers. «Daddy… y-your cock is
here-» he stares up at his Daddy with elated, wet eyes- «i-inside me.»
«Yes, baby.» His Daddy leans down and laps at a tear track running down his
cheeks; his large hands caress his straining stomach, his heaving torso and
navel, his quivering inner thighs. «You're perfect. You're mine.»
Daddy starts moving with no further signal and Katsuki's nails claw at his
shoulder—at this point he's left with the only option to hold on. His body
bounces upward, forward, plunges down on the cock ramming into him. The strong
grip at his hips aids Katsuki's own weak attempts at meeting each thrust with
as much force as he can, but there's only so much he can do. Instead, Katsuki
chants a stream of «Daddy!» and «so big, so full» and «more!» and «please!»
until his voice is high-pitched and scratchy. He keeps his right hand over his
belly and moans loud and broken each time he feels his stomach swell under
Daddy's cock's pressure.
Long fingers stuff his mouth to keep him quiet, they thrust down his throat in
sync with the hips digging into his ass.
Daddy chuckles a little breathlessly, after a particularly whiny «more D-
Daddy!» falls from Katsuki's slobbering mouth. «Little whore,» he says. «So
greedy today…!»
Daddy sits up, dragging Katsuki with him until he's only half kneeling and
slightly tilted forward, and snatches the lube. The pause in the thrusts has
Katsuki squirm, stealing a grunt from Daddy which has him smirking despite
feeling dizzy. He's the one driving his Daddy crazy like this. Slick fingers
probe at his stuffed-full hole and he moans, long and dirty, as he's stretched
even more by those fingers wiggling their way into him, alongside Daddy's cock.
Katsuki sobs, tears keep flowing down his blush-numb face; he pushes back on
everything that's being shoved in his ass and mewls for more.
Daddy starts moving again and it's everything Katsuki has wanted. His brain is
goo. His body surrendered over to Daddy's firm hold, he's lifted and pushed
down on Daddy's cock like he's some doll—he yells a «y-yes lo-love it! F-f-fuck
me!» when he's asked if he likes it but he's not sure he's said it right,
because his mouth isn't working and his words come out all messy.
«Yeah, baby,» Katsuki thinks his Daddy says. «Messy. You're— fuck you feel so
good— gonna be so— gettin' close ngh!— messy, crammed full of— God I'm— Daddy's
cum!»
There's a breathy groan next to Katsuki's ear. He's shoved down forcefully on
Daddy's throbbing cock and his hole gets filled with warm wetness.
Barely awake, Katsuki moans at the sensation.
Large hands sneak over his stomach. «You did so well Katsuki.»
«Thank you, Daddy...» Katsuki breaths out before everything goes dark.
***** Bonus 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     - But he guesses, for the sake of their three's love for one another,
     he can share his boys with the each other. -
Chapter Notes
     *angry noises at computer*
     This was supposed to be uploaded with the first chapter but it
     crapped out on me right before I had to go out, so I'm posting it now
     at 0:35 am after coming back from seeing The Shape of Water (amazing
     movie btw. so good!)...
     Anyway.
     Even more filth, this time in Hisashi's perspective.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hisashi stares down at the passed out boy in his arms and the utter disaster
they've made; of both the boy himself and the bed. A self-satisfied smirk
curves his lips—all signs of what a great fuck that has been.
A nice way to start off the week.
He wraps an arm around Katsuki's slender waist, shifts forward a little and
snatches up the discarded butt plug. He turns both of them around carefully and
pulls out of the boy; his hole has been so completely fucked out that it's
sordidly gaping and swollen, thick drops of Hisashi's cum trickle out and he
almost gives into the urge to thrust his fingers or tongue in, just to indulge
in the feeling of how loose he is. He doesn't, this time. Instead, he re-
positions the plug where it'd been before and throws the rumpled sheets to
cover Katsuki's naked body.
He glances at the clock on the nightstand before making his way out of the
bedroom. He curses, noticing it's too late for Katsuki to go to school, not in
the condition he's in; he's going to be wobbly on his legs for the next few
hours—Hisashi had gotten too worked up, fucking him a little too violently.
Izuku is waiting for him when he steps out of the bedroom.
«Papa?»
Hisashi freezes on the spot.
How long has Izuku been standing there? Has he heard anything? He silently
scrutinizes his son. He takes stock of the wet eyes and red-stained cheeks, the
way he worries his bottom lip with his teeth and how he fidgets with the hem of
his All Might pajama shirt, trying to hide a damp dark spot in his crotch area.
Hisashi's shoulders relax, immediately no longer worried about being naked—his
flaccid cock still slick with lube and cum—or getting found out by his son
because, yes, the sight before him is proof Izuku has heard him fucking
Katsuki, but it's also evidence Izuku was excited by it.
His son has eavesdropped on them and gotten off on it. Hisashi smirks, a
feeling akin to pride blooming in his gut.
«P-Papa,» Izuku ventures, lips wobbly like he might start crying any second.
«D-did you play with Ka-Kacchan…?»
Hisashi places a gentle palm on top of curly, green hair. «I did, Izuku,» he
says.
«Be-because I was asleep?» Izuku asks, shaking in an effort not to let the
tears fall. «D-do you not l-love me anymore?»
«Oh, no, no Izuku, I love you,» he intercepts, lowering to his son's height and
kissing him chastely on his quivering mouth. «Papa has also been playing with
Katsuki for some time now,» he continues, «but he loves you both very much.»
Izuku seems unsure.
Hisashi supposes he can imagine his son's struggle—he's always thought he was
the only one his father touched that way on a regular, daily really, basis;
finding out he's been wrong this whole time so suddenly is bound to make him
feel hated, even if that isn't the case.
Hisashi loves his son.
He doesn't mind him for sex either, although Izuku is rather shy and hesitant.
He's more of a softie; he thrives in receiving loving kisses and caresses,
being cradled and sucked on, petted and showered in gentle attention. Much like
his mother, he's still quite skittish about a hefty cock in his ass; yet,
unlike Inko, he's willing to work his way up to it, if only so he can spend
time with his father.
Katsuki, on the other end? Fuck, don't get him started or he might nut right
there and then.
Such raw potential in such a lithe, flexible body.
His son's best friend was a Godsend and Hisashi will forever thank Izuku for
bringing him home that one fateful day.
Katsuki yearns to please him. He'd happily choke on his cock if he but asked
him to—the boy actually did it a few times, without being told, knowing Hisashi
loved how his throat constricted in protest—. Katsuki begs to lick his grow-up
cock with his cute, velvety tongue and lap up his cum like it's the most
delicious juice he's ever drank; like it's all he'd love to chug down his
throat for the rest of his life.
Katsuki craves being stuffed so full of Hisashi's cock his stomach bulged
visibly, whining so beautifully for it and bending every which way to take
it—and take it he does.
Better than Inko ever did, better than Izuku could do any day. Katsuki is by
far the best Hisashi's ever had. He opens every fuckable orifice he has to
Hisashi. Every day, multiple times a day, Katsuki aches for it and Hisashi
hungers for that slim body in return like a starving man in the desert. The
weekends are damnable exceptions—Inko was home on most Saturdays and Sundays
and they could do nothing too compromising—, though sometimes Hisashi just
can't resist; he lets his baby suck him off, those times, or he tells Katsuki
to bend down so he can finger his cute, pink hole into oblivion in the hallway
while his wife and Izuku are sound asleep, enjoying the muffled moans echoing
off the walls and the extra thrill.
Katsuki is perfect.
He's so well trained to receive the girth of his cock. Always tight despite
endless stretching and the frequent use of butt plugs and dildos, always warm
and soft and smooth. He's so pretty as he bounces helplessly in Hisashi's lap;
bent over a flat surface; on his hands and knees; pressed to the wall or with
no support whatsoever. He's so fiery. Everything—from the bratty demands for
more, to the glow in his face at being allowed to satisfy Hisashi; from how
quickly he dissolves into a blubbering, mewling mess after he gets Hisashi's
cock inside him, to his tears and sweat and his adorable, tiny cock always
spilling watery cum or downright piss after he'd cummed too much—everything
about Katsuki makes him harder than he's ever been in his life.
And he's Hisashi's.
He's for him to use.
Hisashi's perfect, perfect cock sleeve.
But he guesses, for the sake of their three's love for one another, he can
share his boys with the each other. If anything—having them compete on who can
work his cock better with hands, mouths and asses; having them jerk each other
off, prep and fuck each other in front of Hisashi, all while he rubs one or two
out at the sight, praising and encouraging them—it does sound like a debauched,
mouth-watering, exquisite fantasy.
«Listen, Izuku,» Hisashi says after a long pause, still eye-level with his son.
«How about we all start playing together, from now on, eh?»
He waits, smiling invitingly at Izuku. He can see the gears turning in the
boy's head but he's not nervous: he knows his son, knows how much he loves his
Papa as well as his Kacchan; he's certain Izuku's going to agree.
«Kacchan won't mind…?» Izuku asks, frowning.
Hisashi chuckles and shakes his head, because he's also aware of how Katsuki
has been wondering about including his best friend for a while now. «He'll love
you being there too.»
Izuku positively beams, squealing a shrill «then OK!» and Hisashi grins; an
eerie, lecherous expression dripping in victory which goes straight over his
son's head.
Hisashi stands up and extends a hand toward Izuku. «Shall we go back to
Kacchan?» he asks, already planning on calling the school and tell them both
boys had a fever and were taking a leave for the day. He thanks his good star
that Inko has a double shift at the hospital today.
His son grasps his fingers and follows. «Yes! Can't wait!»
«Yeah… me neither, baby.»
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Back in his bedroom, Hisashi lets go of Izuku's hand and nudges him forward.
While the boy stares dumbfounded at the mussed up bed and the barely visible
mop of ash-blond hair peeking from under the sheets, he takes his opportunity
to make that call to the school.
Hisashi keeps his focus on Izuku through his conversation with the secretary
and watches as his son tiptoes near, fearing he'll wake his best friend if he
moves too fast. He can't see the wide-eyes from where he is, but he's certain
they're there, along with a slack mouth and thundering heart.
Izuku climbs on the bed gingerly; he crawls toward the lump that is Katsuki and
sits next to him. He reaches a hand out, hesitating a little, and Hisashi
endeavors his son must be wondering if he's still dreaming, before poking the
sleeping boy's cheek. Katsuki mumbles and Izuku backs away, yelping. When
nothing else happens, he takes courage, going back to touch his friend's face;
one finger turns into two, until the whole hand is cupping Katsuki's cheek in
awe and he's leaning down, placing a chaste kiss on the other's lips.
A coarse smirk threatens to pull at Hisashi's mouth—this is going to go as
smoothly as his boys' bottoms. He can't believe his luck.
Call ended, Hisashi turns off his phone and throws it on the chair next to the
closet.
He makes his way to the bed as well. «Izuku?» he says; huffs a laugh at the
startled jolt he gets from his son, who's been too mesmerized by the sight
before him. He yet has to see Katsuki's true beauty.
«It's the real Kacchan…!» It's a whisper full of incredulity; a dazzling
happiness which brings out a tender side of Hisashi the man only ever feels
when his son is being particularly innocent.
«It is,» he answers. He pats Izuku's hair with a smile. «Now, you said you
wanted to play with Papa and Kacchan-» he gets a thrilled nod in response-
«well, Kacchan is a bit dirty right now… so how about you help him get clean?»
Izuku tilts his head to the side, confused as expected.
Hisashi chuckles. He pulls down the sheet covering Katsuki's curled up body—he
spares a moment to bask in the delectable sight of creamy white skin still
flushed in places, of fingerprints already blooming along his baby's hips, of
the few, light hickeys he's left—and revels in the gasp escaping his son, as he
sees what his father had done while he listened in on him and best friend.
Hisashi gently pushes Katsuki's shoulder until he's laying face-first on the
mattress. The sleeping boy sighs a «'addy» but doesn't stir further. He tells
Izuku to kneel behind Katsuki, while he moves to lift the prone boy's ass in
the air; he straddles his back and he parts the cheeks in his hands.
«See that, Izuku?» Hisashi points at the base of the black butt plug firmly
lodged in Katsuki's hole. «It keeps Papa's cum from coming out-» he reaches for
the toy and pulls it out with a lewd pop- «I want you to lick it up, for
Kacchan's sake.»
Izuku flushes red in a heartbeat—how cute, Hisashi coos, only a little
sarcastic—, stuttering so badly his words make no sense. «R-r-really?» he
manages to say after a minute. He stares, unsure, torments his lips with his
teeth. «It'll help K-Kacchan…?»
Hisashi hums affirmative and grins when his son's expression shifts to
something determined. He fixes his eyes on Izuku; a spark of indecent pleasure
igniting in his gut. He drinks in the view of that pink, pointy tongue brushing
Katsuki's fucked out hole, lapping up the thick cum that dribbles out and down
to the boy's sack. Izuku's trembling lips close over the abused taint and
Hisashi can see his son's throat work as he fumbles to swallow, can imagine his
tongue sneaking inside the blond boy carefully.
A breathy sigh escapes him, his cock stirring to life.
Below him, Katsuki squirms a little, calling for 'Daddy' in the depths of sleep
while unknowingly it's a clumsy Izuku who's eating him out. Nonetheless, he
pushes his ass further against the face settled at his crack and it's enough
for Hisashi to feel himself slowly swell, blood pooling low.
It's such a perfect display of a well-trained boy-whore.
On the other hand, Izuku still needs conditioning. It's a slow process because
of his extreme shyness and easily embarrassed disposition. Maybe having him
join his sessions with Katsuki will speed everything up. Seeing his friend so
zealous, so eager to entertain and gratify his Daddy might spur Izuku to
measure up to the challenge; to push past his skittishness, to be proactive and
ask Papa for a good romp.
But that could come later on.
«It's enough, Izuku,» Hisashi speaks up.
Izuku lifts his head off Katsuki's backside; he's panting and red-faced, with
spit glistening on his cheeks and chin and Hisashi groans. He stretches past
the sleeping boy and mashes his lips to Izuku's, one hand cupping his son's
thin jawline to coax it open; he plunges his tongue inside none too gently,
gulping down the surprised gasp, and wastes no time in exploring the boy's
warm, wet mouth. He can faintly taste his own cum on Izuku's tongue as he
circles it and sucks on it with his own. His son timidly tries to reciprocate,
no doubt taken aback by the sudden attack, and Hisashi hums in approval.
«P-Papa…?» Izuku wheezes when he's released from the intense kiss.
Hisashi licks his lips. «You did a good job, baby,» he says. His half-hard cock
pulses in agreement. «Now… why don't you undress for me, mh?»
His son smiles at him and nods, pulling off his blue All Might pajama and
matching briefs.
Hisashi settles Katsuki's still prone form back to lay flat on the mattress and
rolls off of it; walking to the closet, he takes out a small, nondescript box
which he carries back to bed and deposits on the pillow on Inko's side. He
fetches the discarded lube bottle and puts it next to the box.
He beckons Izuku to crawl over to him and when he does, motions for him to
stand in front of him; like this his son is slightly taller than him—his
collarbones at the perfect height to be bitten, so Hisashi does. He nips at the
protruding bones from the right shoulder to the hollow of his neck; he mouths
up it, stopping to pay attention to the fluttering pulse point and kissing
wetly below his son's ear. He bows his head a little, he sweeps his tongue
along the sternum; a hand comes to rest at the small of Izuku's back and his
mouth veers to engulf a dusty-pink nipple, already perked and beseeching
Hisashi's attention.
All the while, Izuku sighs and keens. Calls of «Pa-Papa…!», little «Oh!»s and
«Ah!»s cascading from his lips; shudders of pleasure making him tremble in
Hisashi's hold.
«How're you feeling?» he asks, pulling off of his son's left nipple, now
shining with saliva and swollen-red like its twin. He eyes the adorable, hard
cock in front of him; it's leaking so much. «You resisted so long,» he
commends. «Want me to help you?»
«Y-yes Papa. Please.»
Izuku's so wet, he doesn't even need lube. He wraps his thumb, fore and middle
fingers around his straining erection, the long digits overlapping each other;
he caresses up the short length, peels back what he can of the foreskin, sneaks
his thumb under it—and Izuku mewls, nails digging into Hisashi's shoulders,
knees buckling as he spills. He steadies his son with the palm on his back; he
brings his dirtied one to his mouth, laps up the youthful, almost-sweet cum
before he bends down and gingerly cleans Izuku's crotch as well.
«You're so tasty, baby.» Hisashi says. «Just as Katsuki is.»
At the mention of the other boy, his son turns to look at his still-resting
best friend.
«Should we wake him up? I'm sure he'll miss not being included...»
Izuku gasps, dismayed at the thought. «I don't want Kacchan to be sad!»
«Well-» Hisashi motions for the other to approach the other boy- «go on, then!
Wake him up with a kiss.»
He watches his son go back toward Katsuki.
Izuku flips the other boy around cautiously. He stares at his relaxed
expression with a sort of adoration reserved only for Katsuki. He weaves his
small hand in ash-blond hair, brushing off strands of it sticking to his
forehead; he caresses his cheeks, his slender neck, marked with a couple of
Hisashi's hickeys. Izuku skims Katsuki's nipples, bashfully pinching the nubs
between thumb and forefinger and flicking his tongue over them, like Hisashi
has done to him numerous times—a shaky sigh leaves Katsuki, he arches into the
touch. Izuku moans in return. He moves to straddle Katsuki and at long last, he
presses his mouth to the other boy's and though Hisashi can't quite see it from
where he is, he knows his son has pried Katsuki's lips apart to deepen the
contact.
Katsuki wakes up at the feeling of a tongue in his mouth.
Hisashi takes his neglected cock in hand, strokes himself a few times
leisurely; enjoys the view of his two boys, making out after getting over the
shock of both of them being there together, 'playing'—having sex—with Daddy/
Papa.
'Playing'—having sex—with each other.
Putting on a salacious show for him.
«Papa said we can all play together now!» Izuku's excited voice cuts through
Hisashi's immoral train of thought.
Katsuki swivels to face him, auburn irises shining in delight. «Is it true,
Daddy?!» he asks expectantly.
Hisashi grins at him. «It is, baby,» he confirms, «since you both wanted it,
and I'm more than OK with it. We're all happy now.»
The two boys grin at each other; Izuku throws himself at Katsuki, kissing him
over and over. Hisashi looks on some more, content but wanting to get back on
track.
«Katsuki, c'mere,» he says, reaching for the bottle of lube to his left. The
boy wastes no time in obeying, kneeling in front of him expectantly. Hisashi
hums in approval. «You're still quite loose from before-» he opens the box on
the pillow and takes out a slim prostate massager and a girth-y silicone dildo-
«so I'll put these in you.»
Katsuki opens his mouth to protest, to demand a real grown-up cock—and God if
that alone doesn't make Hisashi want to yield and give it to him, harsh and
quick—, but Hisashi interrupts by telling him there's all the time to do what
they want today.
«For now,» he adds, «I'm gonna fuck Izuku's thighs and I want you, Katsuki, to
suck on my cock while I do it. With the toys in your ass.» He sees Katsuki sigh
in disappointment and he smiles encouragingly. «If you do your job nicely, I'll
let you have a special treat, mh?»
«OK, Daddy.» Katsuki looks up at him with his ever-present strive and
determination to satisfy his Daddy, and Hisashi bows down for a quick, deep
kiss as reward.
«Good,» he says. «Then stand up and lean on me, arch that pretty spine of
yours. Let Izuku see as I fill your greedy hole.»
The boy does as told, his whole weight on Hisashi; he goes out on a limb and
pulls his cheeks wide apart.
Hisashi glances at his son, sitting in the center of the bed, eyes almost
falling out of his sockets, mouth agape and face blushing dark.
«Come closer, Izuku, you don't wanna miss the view.» Hisashi laughs a little
when he scrambles to close the gap.
Hisashi squirts some lube on his palm, warms it up. He reaches past Katsuki's
back, skirting around the rim of his hole teasingly, sinking three fingers in
with no resistance; it's still relaxed from being so roughly fucked only
fifteen minutes before. Hisashi groans a «Good, baby» when Katsuki meets his
prodding fingers, whining about it not being enough, mouthing at whatever skin
he can get to. Hisashi pulls out and snatches the prostate massager, turns it
on, the low buzzing resounding in the quiet room; he coats it lightly in lube
and slots it into place—he doesn't expect Katsuki to cum right away, but the
effect hits him anyway; a drawn-out moan bubbles up his throat, his hips
squirming in place.
Hisashi reassures him, motions for Izuku to pet his best friend's ass.
Izuku obeys, snapping out of his trance during which he'd been staring at them,
enraptured and fondling his adorable cock without noticing, tongue peeking out
between his lips.
While his son is massaging Katsuki's cheeks, Hisashi grabs the dildo, its width
and length similar to his own cock. He covers that in lube too and jams it up
the writhing boy's hole. Izuku gasps, shocked and taken aback by his father's
harshness; he startles that much more when Katsuki cries out a «Daddy!» and «F-
fuck yeah!» in bliss, working his own ass over the toys like a seasoned hooker.
Like he's paid to do it.
Izuku gawks as Katsuki tries to angle his hips to make the large dildo
Hisashi's holding rub against the massager and consequently, having the latter
assault his prostate.
«K-K-Kacchan-» Izuku folds in on himself- «oh shit!» The sudden orgasm hits him
and he's moaning alongside Katsuki, shuddering and peering over his fringe at
his friend, unwilling to miss a single jolt quaking the other's body.
Meanwhile, Katsuki paws at Hisashi's chest and abdomen, panting and flushed.
«D-Daddy…!» he rasps, «J-jerk— nnh!— you off? P-plea— ah!— se!»
Hisashi groans, pure lust racing in his veins. «Fine.» He's close, but not so
much that a few pumps would have him blow his load too early. «Yeah, like
that... you're so good for me, baby.»
His perfect cock slut indeed.
One small hand wraps around his cock, movement sloppy yet pleasurable; the
sheer urgency and need to gratify 'Daddy' more than enough to make up for it.
Hisashi glances past the sight of Katsuki also shamelessly grinding on the toys
in his ass, looking at his son with a smirk spelling corruption.
«You're feeling— nh— left out, Izuku?» he asks, receiving a dejected nod in
return. «Well, Kacchan— the head, baby— is here, he wants you to touch him,
right Katsuki?»
«Yes!» Katsuki whines, «'Zuku…!»
It's enough to snap Izuku into moving.
He crawls forward, feeling up the back of Katsuki's legs in gentle strokes,
from his ankles to his knees; from his straining thighs to his rolling hips. He
stands up and shifts to the side, delicate fingers tracing every dip and bump
of the curved spine, of the ribs. He ducks between Hisashi and Katsuki's bodies
and repeats the process from the front; he nips at what he can reach of his
friend's clavicles. He swipes his tongue over pert nipples and bites them
gently—it earns Izuku an inarticulate «more 'Zuku!», Katsuki forgetting about
moving his hand over Hisashi's cock. Hisashi doesn't mind, he's entertained
anyway—before going lower.
Izuku's touches grow bolder the more Katsuki cries his name. He presses wet
kisses along the smooth skin, he tastes every centimeter of it. Hisashi's son
is clumsy, still awkward, but the eyes he meets occasionally, when Izuku checks
to see if he's OK with what he's doing, are bright with adoration and longing;
his smile is blinding and mesmerizing.
Hisashi wants to see him get as destroyed as Katsuki does when he fucks him in
earnest, multiple times one after the other, until his brain is so fried he'll
be speechless and unable to move for hours afterward.
Today's not the day, though.
«That's enough, Katsuki.» Hisashi pries the boy's hand off his now-leaking cock
with his free one.
He guides Katsuki to sit on his ankles, a sharp look quieting his complaints,
and motions for him to keep the toys inside on his own. He grabs Izuku, who's
still kneeling between them with his back to Hisashi, by the armpits and lifts
him up. One hand goes to his son's nape, pushing him forward until Izuku's face
is mere centimeters from Katsuki's, his ass laid bare for Hisashi's groin to
rut on.
«Keep your thighs closed tight, Izuku,» he instructs. «I'll push my cock
between them and you, Katsuki-» he looks pointedly at the kneeling boy, who's
drinking in the view with his cute, swollen erection about to cum- «I want that
brazen mouth of yours on me when I peek through, eh?»
Izuku squirms in his hold; Katsuki groans; they both nod their understanding.
«Such dutiful boys. So ready for your Daddy, for your Papa,» he says, voice
sugary sweet. «Give each other a kiss.»
Hisashi looks on as the two meet halfway, mouths opening without hesitation as
their little, pink tongues slide against each other. Katsuki is quick to take
control, one hand raising to grip green curls in a fist and bending Izuku down
further; he bites at Izuku's lower lip, at a freckled cheek, at his cupid's bow
before going back to deepen the contact. He sucks on his friend's tongue like
he's trying to rip it out, his moans drown out Izuku's and Hisashi knows the
blond boy is imagining, anticipating, going down on his length.
He chuckles and reaches for the lube; he pours it on himself, pumps his fist to
spread it and warm it up. Wipes his dirty hand on the sheets.
Hisashi clutches his son's thighs, at the perfect height for this, and angles
his crotch. No warning is given when he drives forward, a grunt leaving him as
he pushes through. He rolls his hips in place to slick up Izuku's soft, inner
thighs and his son's breath catches in his throat, interrupting his kiss with
Katsuki, who also inhales sharply as he orgasms from the sight. Hisashi pulls
back and forward slowly a few more times. He grins when he finally feels a
moist warmth encase his cock on his next thrust and each one that follows—he
sees Katsuki kneeling between Izuku's bowed legs, his head tilted back slightly
to avoid the other boy's sack and his lascivious mouth flush against Izuku's
skin and readily waiting to be filled with Hisashi's hefty cock.
He shoves his length between his son's quivering thighs over and over, his
fingers gripping them and pushing them together for a tighter passage. His hips
increase in speed as he gets closer to orgasm, moans and words of praise for
his boys falling freely from his mouth—«good, good boys», «you're so soft
Izuku», «baby's naughty tongue», «you take my cock so well», «wanna impale you
on my cock Izuku» «suck harder baby»— until his tempo stutters and he cums with
a loud groan down Katsuki's throat.
The boy milks him through the climax for everything he's worth and lets go of
his spent cock only when Hisashi himself pulls free of Izuku's legs.
Katsuki wriggles, whines as the toys inside him torment his overstimulated
prostate.
Still, he stretches and fists a hand in Izuku's hair again; he drags his weak-
kneed friend to fall on top of him and pulls him into a bruising kiss. The
moment Izuku opens his mouth, Katsuki rams his tongue in, pouring some of
Hisashi's cum down the other's throat and swallowing the rest with a satisfied
sigh.
His babies look absolutely wrecked—hair sticking up every-which-way; pupils
blown, eyes teary; faces and chests flushed dark; bite and kiss marks marring
smooth, creamy skin; drops of cum and lube crusting along their groins and
thighs, and Katsuki's ash-blond strands; fingerprints blooming on their hips;
Katsuki's hole was probably swollen again, his prostate super sensitive, with
the way he couldn't keep still, the massager stimulating it and prompting dry
orgasm after dry orgasm—and it ignites something more wretched and depraved,
nastier in Hisashi's gut.
«I couldn't have asked for better boys,» Hisashi mutters, licking his lips.
Two perfect, breathing, begging, willing sex toys.
All for him. To do as he pleased.
Chapter End Notes
     If you kinda hate him, good, I kinda do too. lol
***** Bonus 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     - «You're getting a very special gift, today, Katsuki [...] I'll let
     you fuck Izuku.»
Chapter Notes
     Oops, a third chapter happened. ¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hisashi leaves the bedroom, telling the kids he's going to fetch some water for
the three of them. After such intense activities, and with more to come,
they're going to need it.
For a moment, he considers having Katsuki and Izuku take a quick shower, but he
changes his mind; he'll let them wash up before lunch. It wouldn't be worth it
yet: he's far from done messing them up this morning, and the thought alone
sends a fluttering of noxious excitement to spread along every nerve ending of
his body—God knows when he's going to be granted this much time again. As a
first time with both his babies together, he's determined to enjoy himself
thoroughly.
Two water bottles in hand, Hisashi pads back into his room and halts.
Katsuki and Izuku are facing each other on the bed, the latter sitting in the
former's lap. They're oblivious to the fact they're being watched; both too
busy staring down at their groins, their boyish cocks standing at attention and
so close to each other they're practically touching. Hisashi wonders what
they're doing, if they're thinking of fucking while he's absent… he stifles a
growl, stopping himself from jumping to conclusions too fast. He's trained them
both well, especially Katsuki, so he's confident the blond boy wouldn't
disrespect his Daddy's wishes like that, no matter how much he's dreamed of
burying himself in Hisashi's son.
«Woah, Kacchan,» Izuku says, so easily impressed. His hand hovers near
Katsuki's cock while he stares at it. «Your penis is bigger than mine…!»
«Well, duh.» Katsuki snorts, grinning. «I'm older!» He bucks forward, the
blushing head of his erection coming in contact with the other's.
Hisashi relaxes, shaking his head. They're comparing dicks, how adorable, he
thinks, not moving or making any noise to give away his return.
He doesn't need to get closer to know Izuku's correct, he's seen both boys up
close and personal, on countless occasions. Katsuki is indeed a bit more
developed, with his six centimeters of length and three of girth, whereas his
son stands at five centimeters by two-and-a-half in circumference; there is
also a difference in their foreskins, with Katsuki's already peeling down so
the head is mostly visible, while Izuku's is still a bit stubborn. Neither have
pubic hair yet, and he's left betting on who will start sprouting the first
curls; he doesn't know about Katsuki's parents, but Hisashi remembers his first
hair grew when he was around eleven, so maybe his son would beat his best
friend in that. Tickling that peach fuzz is going to be fun, he's certain.
At least for a while. He suspects he'll start to get bored with his toys by
then, edging on too old for him to really be enjoyable; he'll have to find new
ones eventually.
«—already told you, Izuku,» Katsuki's saying when Hisashi tunes back into the
conversation happening opposite him. «It's only kids, or doctors, who say
'penis'! Grown-ups say 'cock'!»
Izuku flushes pink. «B-but we're not grown-ups...» he protests weakly.
«Daddy said if we do grown-up stuff, we should talk like grown-ups,» Katsuki
scolds, arms crossed and glare in place. «And we do grown-up stuff: sex.» The
blond boy lunges forward, a hand enveloping Izuku's erection and ignoring the
yelp he gets in return. «What we did with Daddy before? That's 's-e-x'—it's
'fucking'. 'F-u-c-k', say it, Izuku!»
Izuku's cheeks darken as he stares at the finger pointed at him and the
commanding tone Katsuki's using. «F-f-fuu… fuck...» He squirms in place,
wringing his hands.
Katsuki nods, continuing on to teach the younger boy the terminology used for
sex and dirty talk. He pumps his fist in the air and labels his actions: «this
is a handjob. 'H-a-n-d-j-o-b', cuz it's done with your hands»; «if you put it
in your mouth, it's called a 'b-l-o-w-j-o-b'» he says after, mimicking sucking
on a cock, down to the hollowing of his cheeks; a circle formed with two
fingers follows, «sticking your tongue in or sucking on an ass is a 'r-i-m-j-o-
b'» Katsuki tells Izuku, demonstrating what he's just said and humming when his
friend excitedly relies he's done 'that one to Kacchan just before!'.
It's a fascinating exchange to witness—one boy shamelessly relying the
information based on his years of experience doing 'sex stuff' with Hisashi,
while the other hanging on every word and mentally taking notes despite the
exquisite blush eating up his entire face—but one he's nonetheless more
interested in interrupting as of right now.
«Drink some water boys,» Hisashi says, stepping forward and bursting the other
two's private bubble. «Our fun times aren't over yet.» He smirks, the two kids
taking the proffered bottles and chugging on them avidly. «This is a very
special occasion, our first time all together, aren't ya happy?»
A chorus of assent answers him as they put the bottles aside and turn to face
him instead of each other. Both sets of eyes, one green, one auburn, are fixed
on him and shining bright with impatience and a vivid sort of hunger which
doesn't fail to have Hisashi's loins stir.
He licks his lips. «I can take suggestions,» he proposes, «what should be do?»
«Take me Daddy!!» Katsuki yells, barely letting him finish his sentence. He can
almost see the blond salivating at the thought. «Want your big cock in me,
wanna-» he glances to Izuku out of the corner of his eye- «have 'Zuku see you
fuck me… Daddy. Please.»
Hisashi rubs his chin. «You know I always love fucking you, Katsuki, but I
already did this morning. Plus I won't get hard again as easily as you boys…
why don't you help me get in the mood, mh?»
«Yes! Anything for you, Daddy!» Katsuki answers. He elbows his friend,
prompting him to do the same with a flick of his head.
«A-ah! Yes Papa! Whatever you want!»
Hisashi chuckles, pleased.
He rounds the bed to where the box full of sex toys was still resting
innocently on Inko's pillow. There's a fairly sizable collection in there,
between different kinds of dildos, vibrators, cock-rings, prostate massagers,
hand-cuffs, blindfolds, rope, collars, nipple clips, a flogger and even an
adjustable spreader bar. He's used most of them on Katsuki; the exceptions
being those toys he'd bought for Inko, back when he'd hoped she'd come around
to try some less vanilla sex; it hadn't worked, clearly, so Hisashi had to turn
to greener pastures and indulge in his less socially appropriate tastes to
quench his frustrations. Though the money spent on female-oriented sex toys has
been wasted, Hisashi doesn't mind. Rather, he's quite grateful his wife is such
a prude.
The sex he's been having since giving up on her, right under her nose, has been
heavenly.
Hisashi unearths a neon-pink prostate massager from the pile; it's one of his
smaller ones, for beginners in anal play. He hasn't used it on Katsuki in a
while, because the boy has long since surpassed newbie level but, with its six
centimeters of insertable length and two centimeters of diameter at the round
tip as the widest point, it's going to be perfect for Izuku. He also takes out
a short strip of cloth and a cock-ring for himself.
«Katsuki, find the dildo we used before,» he tells the blond boy.
Once Katsuki hands it to him, he coats it in lube, asks the other to turn and
slips it inside his ass. «Now-» Hisashi flips him around, earning himself a
groan when the toy is jarred by the movement, and looks down at the small cock
standing at attention- «you're not allowed to cum until I tell you to take this
off.» He wraps the strip of soft fabric around Katsuki three times before tying
a knot.
Katsuki whines at the constricting feeling, yet he doesn't try to touch the
makeshift cock-ring; instead he leans back on the mattress, a hand twisting
under his spread legs to graze the dildo slightly jutting out of him and trying
to push it deeper. He huffs in frustration when the toy doesn't yield, glaring
up at Hisashi as if to tell him to do something about it.
Hisashi laughs, looking past the laid out boy to eye his son, who's drinking in
everything happening before him. He points at Katsuki and instructs:
«Izuku—you'll give Kacchan a blowjob.»
Izuku gasps and hurries to crawl over his best friend; Katsuki moans as he
does, instinctively lifting his head from the bed to latch his mouth on Izuku's
leaking erection when he notices it right in front of his face. Izuku's more
tentative, with kisses on the tip and minute licks; only after Katsuki tells
him to copy him through slurred words, does Hisashi's son gain confidence. The
pleased mewls soon are coming from both boys, though the more expert of the two
quickly grows bored of the light touches. In the next inhale, he easily
swallows Izuku's cock whole and starts sucking on it with an aggressive sort of
appetite that has his friend's arms give out from under him; Izuku is left to
support his weight with only his elbows, his head tilting to the side to avoid
suffocating on Katsuki's length.
Hisashi grins, proud of the blond boy, who once again confirms to be the
impeccable cock slut he's molded with so much care.
«Izuku, why don't you help Kacchan with his toy?» He says, «Must be difficult
to touch it from his position...»
Izuku whimpers at the request, but reaches for the dildo with shaking fingers.
He slowly pulls it out half-way and he's taken aback by the sudden orgasm
hitting him, while he jabs it back in, because of Katsuki's skillful mouth
bringing him over the edge. Katsuki keens and arches off the bed when the toy
assaults his prostate, and Hisashi knows he would've cummed if not for the
fabric around his base.
«Good boys,» Hisashi praises.
He climbs on the bed, making all three of them move to the center for more
room. He sits on his heels and drags Izuku toward him, ass first. Lube
retrieved, Hisashi wets his fingers and warms it up.
«Relax and trust me, Izuku, this'll feel great,» he says.
He parts the freckled cheeks and presses the pad of his thumb flat over his
son's crack, rubbing along it from tailbone to perineum, once, twice, before
drawing a loop around his taint; he blows a stream of warm breath over the
moist skin, using the momentary distraction of Izuku's shudder to breach the
pink, puckered ring of muscle. He watches with rapt focus as his finger
disappears into his son. It's a sight, a feeling, he's waited years for
and—although he still very much prefered Katsuki's natural talent—Hisashi won't
deny the elation curling hotly in his guts, because I'm fingering my own son,
preparing him for a toy to be shoved in him, stretching him to accommodate a
cockand oh, how Hisashi wished it was his but… it was too soon.
«P-P-Papa…! Ngh!» Izuku wheezes, his soft inner walls squeeze around the digit
twisting and poking at them. «W-weird...»
Hisashi hums. «I know, baby,» he soothes. «It'll get better in a bit, tell him
Katsuki.» He wiggles his finger at a different angle, trying to locate his
son's prostate.
«Yes, Izuku!» Katsuki agrees, rocking on the dildo inside him and gasping every
now and then when it brushed his sweet spot. «It's even more amazing with
Daddy's cock inside though!»
Hisashi can't help but laugh at that.
At last he feels a firmer knob of nerves under his fingertip and wastes no
thought in brushing it a few times in quick succession; Izuku trembles under
him but doesn't cum. He expected it, of course: a prostate orgasm isn't so easy
to achieve, not for people used to anal play, much less for newbies. It doesn't
matter. Pulling his finger out, he adds another drop of lube before plunging
back in, two digits stretching and scissoring Izuku's hole this time. His son's
cries are swallowed by Katsuki sealing his lips over his friend's. He works his
tongue in perfect sync with Hisashi's probing touch; caressing Izuku's gums the
same way Hisashi does his walls, coiling around the other's tongue like the
fingers do to his prostate.
«How is it, Izuku?» Hisashi asks, already knowing the answer.
«F-feels g-go— mng!!— good n-now Pa— ah! F-ffu— Papa!!» It's garbled. Muffled
and impeded by the ravenous tongue in his mouth and the onslaught of new
sensations blossoming from his ass, the excess saliva pooling and dribbling
down his chin.
«Then let's step it up a notch, mh?»
Hisashi pulls his fingers out with a lewd squelch, Izuku sighing at the loss.
He grabs the beginners massager, lubes it up and carefully nudges it inside the
fluttering, wet hole until the oblong base sits snugly along the crack. He
licks his lips and rears his hand back; the smack of his slick palm on dry skin
is loud in the bedroom. Izuku's breath catches in his throat and he shivers
when the hit jolts the toy. Hisashi repeats the action, not-too-forceful slaps
which make the massager rub on the boy's sweet spot, his son lurches forward,
little high-pitched pants and «P-P-Papa»s tumbling from quivering, kiss-swollen
lips.
«Mmh, yes baby, your ass has such a nice color now,» he compliments, soothing
the sting of his spanking.
«D-Daddy...» Katsuki's whiny voice barely registers in Hisashi's brain before
he feels moist warmth encase his cock.
He looks down and there, between his and Izuku's legs, laying partially on his
side, the blond boy is, working like a man on a mission to devour Hisashi.
He shifts the hand he's not using to fondle his son's ass to weave in Katsuki's
hair, a breathy groan escaping him along a «You just can't— like that— do
without my— so wet, baby— cock», as he feels more blood rush south. Eyes
locking on the boy, Hisashi lets himself forget about Izuku. He fists both
hands in ash-blond tufts and bucks his hips up into that welcoming heat;
gingerly at first, but when he feels Katsuki's jaw go slack and a rumbling moan
snake its way up his body, a wave of unbridled animalistic lust is kindled
within him. With a low growl, which makes Katsuki shudder and mewl, Hisashi
adjusts his grip and thrusts his now-fully-hard cock past the boy's teeth in a
rough shove. In and out, gliding over a velvety tongue and plunging deep into a
throbbing throat straining to control its gag reflex.
Hisashi can see the front of Katsuki's neck bulge around the girth of his
erection as it drives into him; the thrill of his irrefutable power over these
boys lighting his nerves on fire.
He has to wrap his fingers around his base to avoid cumming. «Fuck Katsuki!
Shi— so tight— you feel great choking on my— shit yes!— cock like this! Look at
you— fuckkk— you're such a bitch for my cock!»
Incoherent noises answer his out-pour of degrading dirty talk, and it doesn't
matter if it's impossible to understand a word of it. Katsuki's face is
sweating and almost purple with the strain, his eyes look hazy for the lack of
air, an endless stream of tears rushes down his puffed cheeks, snot is running
over his lips, which are stretched so much around Hisashi's length, they're
breaking apart. Katsuki's hands are gripping Hisashi's thighs and digging half-
moons into the skin with his nails—yet he's not trying to pull off, he's not
using their agreed-upon signal. No, he's trying to scoot even closer, to take
even more cock down his throat.
«Katsuki, baby! You're being— fuuuck, lookatyou— amazing today— such a cock
slut!»
Hisashi rips himself from Katsuki before he can blow his load, panting hard and
quickly retrieving the cock-ring he's taken from the box before; he hastily
puts it on and groans as it wraps around his pulsing length.
He huffs a laugh at himself and at how close to orgasm truly, harshly, face-
fucking Katsuki has got him.
He pulls the coughing, wheezing boy up by his armpits, straightens him up until
he's sitting on unsteady legs. He grazes his burning, messy face with a thumb.
«You're so fucking beautiful like this, Katsuki,» he says. He closes the
distance and rewards Katsuki with a short kiss, deep but soft; he can taste
himself on the boy's tongue. «You didn't throw up this time, you did
splendidly.»
Katsuki beams at the praise. «T-thank you, Daddy...» he rasps, his voice
completely destroyed, his throat no doubt sore and aching.
A loud sob disrupting the lull between Hisashi and Katsuki has the former
remember his son. He throws a glance toward Izuku, who's crying and hiccuping
just behind his best friend. Tilting his head to the side for a better view,
Hisashi notices the boy isn't bawling because he's being left out—not only, at
least—, but because his adorable cock won't get hard no matter how much he
strokes it. Izuku's groin is covered in far more cum than it was before, and
Hisashi concludes, with a smirk, that the show he's witnessed has been so
overwhelmingly intense and arousing, his son has jerked off to it until he'd
exhausted his reserves.
«Aw, Izuku,» he coos, motioning for his son to come closer. «We were too much
for you, mh?»
Izuku shakes his head, looking up at Hisashi with red-rimmed eyes. «W-w-wanna
do it t-too!»
He has to bite back a groan at that. This idea of using Katsuki's zeal and
insatiable hunger for cock and being fucked, to foment Izuku's drive to rise up
to a challenge is the best one he's ever had.
«That can be arranged, baby,» he says. «We're taking this out first,» he adds,
arm sliding along Izuku's side all the way to his ass, where he plucks the
prostate massager out. His son gasps as it vacates his hole.
Once Katsuki seems to have regained his strength and re-hydrated, Hisashi
tosses him the bottle of lube, pointing at his neglected, tied-up, boyish
cock—he's impressed Katsuki hasn't been begging him to take the cloth off, to
let him cum; then again, he's not surprised. Hisashi's the one who's awakened
the boy's submissive, obedient side.
«You're getting a very special gift, today, Katsuki-» he takes his engorged
length in his palm, rubs it on his son's flushed cheek, smears pre-cum on his
lips as he would lipstick- «I'll let you fuck Izuku—you'll be the first cock he
takes up the ass, the first to cum inside him.»
Both boys let out the filthiest, most debauched moans children their age have
ever made; had any place making, really. If Hisashi's honest, that's the most
wanton, dissolute, raunchy sound he's probably ever heard and if not for the
ring, he would've nutted right then.
Katsuki's hands fly over his purpling cock as he coats himself in lube; his
gaze never leaves his friend and Hisashi; drinking in the way Hisashi lightly
slaps his cock across the other boy's face and lips, the way Izuku tries to get
the hard length into his mouth only to be denied.
«Fuck that's so hot.» he mutters, at last easing himself inside his friend. «F-
fuuuck 'Zuku…! you're so— tight! W-warm— oh fuck!» His face is pinched tight,
flushed and sweaty. «D-do I m-move, D-D-Daddy?»
Hisashi signals him to wait. «Where are your manners, Izuku?» he tells his son,
«Katsuki's waiting for you.»
Izuku shivers, panting. «P-p-p-please! K-Kacchan-» his hips involuntarily grind
backward, causing Katsuki to bite his tongue around a wail- «fuck m— ah!— f-f-
fuck me Kacchan!»
Katsuki throws a pleading look toward Hisashi; the latter, taking pity on the
boy, nods his agreement.
In the next second they all start moving at the same time. Hisashi holds his
son's jaw open with three fingers, while Katsuki backs up slowly; the blond boy
thrusts forward with all his weight, forcing Hisashi's length to sink into
Izuku's mouth. Hisashi pulls out and jams his cock past his son's teeth,
Izuku's hole swallows up Katsuki's. The two defiling the third's body find a
rhythm; quick, violent snapping of hips as they fuck into Izuku wildly, far
beyond what the boy could ever have imagined—he's sobbing through it all. A
slobbering mess of tears, spit and snot oozing over Hisashi's throbbing length
while he tries to breathe, he's thrashing and shaking his hips against
Katsuki's as his friend rams into him time and again.
Katsuki's crying too, torn between praising Izuku and begging for release.
Hisashi knows the makeshift cock-ring must be killing him, because his own is
as well.
In a lightning-fast movement, he's freed himself from his son and he's thrown
both boys tumbling on their sides while they're still linked. Grabbing
Katsuki's left ankle, he lifts the leg up to have better access at the boy's
ass; he rips the almost-forgotten dildo out and slams his straining cock
inside. Katsuki yells «YES DADDY!!» brokenly, elated and needy for the burn of
being fucked so hard, to have his insides split open by Hisashi's big, fat
cock. At this point, Hisashi's the one dictating all three's movements; his
hips buck back and forth, guiding Katsuki's own. His large hands grab onto
Izuku's sides, driving him harder into Katsuki's groin with every one of his
thrusts forward.
Without warning, Hisashi undoes the knot on the fabric constricting Katsuki's
cock and the boy cums immediately, with a hoarse moan which wanted to be a
combination of «Daddy» and «'Zuku» but ends up a slur of syllables making no
sense. Izuku's in no better shape, he's mumbling incoherently without even
trying to form words.
Both boys are heaving, trying to catch their breaths while they lay on their
sides; they're blushing so deeply their messy faces must feel numb; their eyes
have that unmistakable 'fucked out' shine to them. They can't stop twitching,
overstimulated and oversensitive. They're utterly spent.
Hisashi is still rock hard and blue-balled.
«You boys did amazing,» he grunts, pulling out of Katsuki's gaping hole and
taking off his cock-ring.
He moves away a bit, kneeling on the bed facing the other two. He wraps his
hand around his leaking, painfully hard length and fists himself with sharp
tugs, fervid touches lacking all finesse. Grunts and moans and words of
approval for Katsuki and Izuku tumble from his lips.
Soon his stomach quivers, his balls draw up. «Say 'thank you'— fuck, boys— this
is for— cummin'— you!» Hisashi angles his cock, shooting ropes of whitish cum
on both Katsuki and Izuku's faces and chests.
The boys mewl a croaky «thanks 'addy» and «'nks Papa» each, smiling up at
Hisashi in blissful happiness.
Chapter End Notes
     I swear this is it.
     I've exhausted this prompt as much as Hisashi's done with the boys.
***** Bonus 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     - A rerun of the fourth All Might movie is playing on the flat
     screen. Sounds of explosions, battle cries and battle music echo in
     the room, drowning out other kinds of noises. -
Chapter Notes
     OP mentioned this and I was weak.
     I give up. (;-_-)ノ
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It's hours later, after all three have showered, cleaned up and eaten some
early lunch, when they find themselves in the living-room. A throw blanket is
laid out in front of the couch, empty glasses of orange juice and plates of
cookies on the coffee table, which has been moved closer to the TV for some
space, and a rerun of the fourth All Might movie is playing on the flat screen.
Sounds of explosions, battle cries and battle music echo in the room, drowning
out other kinds of noises.
«Are you paying attention to the movie?» Hisashi mutters, sending a mischievous
look up to Katsuki and Izuku, who are sitting on the very edge of couch, turned
toward each other. «You asked to watch it.»
He angles his face downward once more, his tongue lolling out to lick a strip
of saliva up the youthful little cocks before him, both jiggling where they
stand as their owners quiver in their seats. Hisashi's hands tighten their hold
on the boys' hips, bringing them even closer to each other. His tongue prods at
the soft sacs, coils around the bases, sneaks into the foreskins and torments
the slits. He gives each pink head a kiss. He opens his jaw and envelops both
cocks in his moist mouth; they sit in it effortlessly, throbbing as he works
them, tongue twisting along the lengths, sucking and swallowing on them
fiercely. A mix of dazed «Daddy!»s and «Papa!»s and «y-y-your t-tongue…!» and
«S-so wet!», a chorus of tantalizing moans flowing into his ears like a mantra
of exquisite lust.
Hisashi feels a set of tiny fingers curl in his hair, followed by a second. The
hips under him buck upward slightly, the boys' dangling feet not providing
enough leverage to put much strength into the thrusts.
«M-more, Daddy!» Katsuki says, avid. «'M clo— mngh!— close…!»
Izuku whines, echoing the sentiment. «M-m-me too! Pap— aah!»
The cocks in Hisashi's mouth thrum and spill hot, vaguely bitter cum on his
tongue in short spurts; he drinks it all up without batting an eye, milking the
boys until they sprawl backward on the couch panting and flushed. He
straightens up and smacks his lips, a grin curling his glistening lips.
The endless stamina of children is a real blessing.
Hisashi's already orgasmed four times today, including the one he's had when
his son had blown him in the bath earlier. He doesn't have much left in him by
now, even if he managed to get hard again after the next one. He guesses
they'll have to wrap up this day of spicy, stimulating fun and first times
soon: Inko is bound to be home in an hour or two, and they'll need to wash up a
second time and coordinate their stories for why izuku and Katsuki missed
school.
«Speaking of firsts,» Hisashi says, breaking the quiet between the three of
them, only interrupted by the movie still running on the TV. The boys look at
him expectantly, his words alone kindling the ever-present embers of hunger in
the depths of green and amber irises. «Katsuki has fucked you, Izuku-» his son
visibly shivers at the reminder, sighing- «so it's only fair you get to fuck
Katsuki today.»
You'll have both lost your virginity, thanks to me, in front of me, he doesn't
say.
«There's only one problem,» he adds. He takes his chin in hand, putting on a
thinking expression as if the issue is something he hadn't foreseen. «I fucked
Katsuki a lot today, so he's still loose… plus, he's too used to a grow-up
cock. Yours, Izuku, won't be enough to fill him the way Katsuki likes… but!
Because our Kacchan is so amazing, if we both—»
Katsuki doesn't even let him finish. He's springing up as if he's been hit by a
taser, eyes wide. «YES!» he roars, «B-both Daddy and 'Zuku— Oooh shit!»
He blushes down to his chest; he shoves two fingers in his mouth, almost
unconsciously, to suck on them, muffled moans and spit dribbling past his chin;
his expression is cloudy as his other hand reaches in-between his legs,
ignoring his swollen length, to graze his twitching hole. He looks lost in a
fantasy, imagining what it's going to be like to have his two 'lovers' in him
together.
Hisashi stares at him, and his length throbs with a coarse, savage need to
impale the boy on it until he feels it brushing his throat.
«Katsuki,» Hisashi calls, the boy focusing back into the present. «Come down
here,» he pats the blanket, «bend over the couch. And don't let Izuku cum.»
The blond dashes to obey, his slim hips and round ass swaying invitingly in
front of Hisashi in the next second. His unoccupied hands reach for Izuku's
legs, tugging at them to make the other scoot toward him. Izuku does, despite
his face reddening more than it was at Hisashi's suggestion; he's thunderstruck
and breathing shallowly when his best friend grips the base of his length—he's
not yet accustomed to other's whorish behavior and simple craving for cock.
Katsuki's hole is still slack and relaxed; Hisashi's scissoring four fingers up
to the knuckle in him in no time, his thumb joining the others to stretch the
boy that extra amount to be safe. He thrusts slowly back and forth, excess lube
oozing out, the rim distended around it, red and clenching, lascivious
squelching noises accompanying the slide of the digits in tandem with Katsuki's
whines of «ready! I'm ready Daddy!» and «Hurry uuup!».
«What an impatient runt.» Hisashi slaps him hard with his free hand. The
muscles wrapped around his other hand tense up, Katsuki's body shaking as he
wails. He raises his eyebrows. «Did you just cum, twerp?»
«Y-yes Daddy…!» Katsuki sobs. He hears Hisashi click his tongue. «I-I'm sorry—»
Another harsh strike at his ass cuts him off. «Well, whatever,» Hisashi
concedes. «You're gonna get fucked: you don't need to be hard for that.»
«Y-y-yes! T-thank you, Daddy!»
«Good boy.»
Hisashi's gaze flicks up to Izuku, who's silently crying in desperation to be
allowed to touch himself, to relieve some tension, to orgasm. He chuckles
darkly, appreciative of his son's submissivness: he hasn't told him to not jerk
off, yet the boy has understood the unspoken command.
«You too, Izuku, well done.»
«T-t-t-thank you P-Papa...» he gasps.
Deciding Katsuki's had enough preparation, Hisashi pulls out his fingers, the
boy protesting at the loss, and proceeds to position everyone.
He instructs Izuku to slouch on the closest armrest and spread his legs; he
sits in front of his son, knees touching, grabs Izuku's calfs and drags them to
rest on top of his thighs as he scoots forward a bit. Their groins are now
touching, their cocks brushing. He tells Katsuki to «climb up and take a seat,
baby».
Katsuki groans, clawing his way to Hisashi and Izuku's laps; he decides to face
his friend, which is fine for the former, and carefully starts to lower
himself. Tiny «oh»s escape the boy as the thicker, longer cock breaches past
his taint—Hisashi hums in approval, encourages the blond to keep going, helps
him by pulling his cheeks apart—and when the smaller one stretches him further,
he mewls Izuku's name—said boy sobs Katsuki's nickname in return—, sinking down
steadily with rocking hips and spasming thighs. Before long Katsuki's bottomed
out, both Hisashi and Izuku's lengths completely swallowed up inside the blond
boy.
A bone deep shudder wrecks Katsuki, a blissed out sigh leaves him. «I can see-»
Hisashi notices he presses a hand over his stomach- «I can feel Daddy and
'Zuku.» He moans.
«Shiiit!» Izuku's struggling to breathe, fighting a losing battle against his
body to delay his orgasm, but Hisashi knows as soon as Katsuki begins moving,
his son is going to burst. That's just as well, though. He's never expected
Izuku to last.
«Move, baby,» he tells Katsuki.
«Yes, Daddy.» Comes the breathless response.
Katsuki slowly lifts himself up, mindful to not let Izuku's cock slip out;
comes back down. The first couple thrusts are tentative, but once the boy seems
to have gotten used to the feeling, he picks up the pace. He's planting both
hands on Izuku's chest for leverage and his feet next to Hisashi's thighs. He
plunges his ass onto the cocks with a determined drive to split himself in two.
He pushes forward, aiming for Izuku's length to hit his prostate, clenching
hard around them both when he sinks down. He's babbling non stop; saying how
great they feel, how full he is, how he can feel them twitching and how hot
they are. Izuku cums somewhere in the middle of it, wailing both their names.
When Katsuki's body is no longer able to keep up, it's Hisashi who picks up the
slack—he grabs the boy's hips firmly and all but pistons his own up into
Katsuki, he angles his jabs accurately to torture the other's sweet spot, he
rams inside him with brutal thrusts.
«Your hole— fuck Katsuki— is sucking me in so— nngh!— well!» Hisashi grunts,
«Perfect fuckable— goddamn— boy pussy! » he repeats, rolling his hips wildly,
grinding his cock as deep as it can go. «Say it, baby!»
«Y-y-y-yeah!— oh fuckkk!!— 'm y-y-your perf— yesyes!!— perfect p-pussy!!»
Katsuki's hiccuping, any kind of bodily fluid running down his face.
«Good baby,» he praises, breath coming short because of the intense workout.
«Ya took— yeah, like that— two cocks— clench down on me!— like a champ, baby!
Say thank you!»
Katsuki can't stop moaning, crying, trembling. «T-t-t-thank y-y-ou Daddy-y!!»
«Izuku too— fuck 'm close— ungrateful whore!»
«THANK YOU FOR FUCKING ME 'ZUKU!!»
Katsuki broken roar comes at the same time as Hisashi's last thrust into the
boy's battered, fluttering hole; he empties himself inside while lazily rocking
his hips as he milks his final orgasm for the day.
The living-room is deadly quiet for the next several minutes. The movie has
ended, Hisashi has laid back on the couch to catch his breath, and the boys
have passed out one on top of the other. Hisashi hums, smirking. In the end his
patience has been repaid in full and, even though days like this are going to
be few and far between, he can be satisfied nonetheless.
And if his boys develop a hunger for more than his cock—Katsuki's already on
the road of a sex addict, after all—, well, he's not beyond sharing them for a
fee and a first-row seat to the show, or a recording of it.
For the moment, though, they belong to no one but him.
Chapter End Notes
     THIS TIME I MEAN IT: IT'S DONE.

     NO MORE.
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