Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/215222.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Jon_Snow/Robb_Stark
  Character:
      Jon_Snow, Robb_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-06-25 Words: 952
****** One ******
by toesohnoes
Summary
     PWP. Robb and Jon share everything.
Notes
     Written at my Tumblr.
Robb's hand tangles in the curls of Jon's hair, too tight to be comfortable,
but it makes Jon grunt, makes his lips part. It allows Robb's tongue to push
into the wet heat of his mouth, exploring every inch.
It feels like something is breaking inside of both of them; inside Winterfell's
darkest walls, there is no one to watch, no one to judge, but Jon can feel it
all the same. Along with the hungry grasp of Robb's hand, he can feel the
disgust and sneers that would follow if they were ever discovered. It's stupid,
to behave like that. Foolish.
Impossible to resist.
"Snow, stop thinking," Robb complains, with a gentle bite to his lower lip in
retribution. His eyes are wild and his cheeks are flushed; the sight of him
makes Jon's groin ache, his cock hard and wanting. There are no bastards that
could come of a coupling between them; he doesn't have to worry, like he did
when he was brought to Roz. With Robb, he can let go, part his lips, and give
into his needs.
Robb's mouth trails down onto Jon's neck, his soft lips skimming over freshly
groan stubble. Jon swallows, his Adams apple bobbing with nerves. It isn't the
first time they've done this, won't be the last, but his hands always grasp too
hard - he's too used to being denied what he wants. He can't help waiting for
Robb to disappear too.
Yet Robb's smile is wide against his skin, and his hand is perfectly hot and
tight and there when he thrusts it inside Jon's clothes and takes a firm hold
of Jon's prick.
Jon has to muffle a shout, biting down on his bottom lip to hold it back. His
lips will be red and swollen by the time they're done, tender whenever he
speaks, and he has no doubt that it will be completely worth it. His head thuds
back against the cold stone wall and Robb watches him with fascination in his
eyes as he begins to stroke him, slower than Jon can take.
Robb's other hand goes to his hip, holding him back against the wall. He crowds
in with his body as well, so that Jon's senses are filled with Robb; nothing
else could come through, nothing could break this moment between them.
Jon groans helplessly as Robb jerks him off, his hand moving faster and faster.
The sparse room is filled with the sound of wet flesh and their heavy panting;
Robb's breath comes hot and fast against Jon's waiting lips. He wants to take a
kiss from him, wants to steal everything he can, but it's impossible to think
about moving when Robb tortures him so expertly.
He pushes away from the wall in complaint when Robb pulls his hand away: not
fair, it's not fair, if Robb walks away now then Jon will find his sword and
beat him mercilessly when they are next training. Yet all that Robb does is
drop to his knees while Jon stares at him with wide-eyed confusion.
"I heard Theon talking about what they do in the whorehouses," Robb says, as he
pulls at the belt holding Jon together. Clothing falls away to a limp puddle on
the ground, Jon's prick exposed to the air and Robb's attention.
Moments later, he can only cry out, biting down on his fist to keep himself
quiet, when Robb takes him into his mouth and swallows him eagerly.
Robb's tongue is like fire against Jon's prick, hot and clumsy as he licks his
way over Jon's cock. It's nothing like his hand, and nothing like it is when
they grind together in stolen moments in bed. Jon stares down, breath caught in
his chest, at the sight of Robb's pink lips spread wide and worshipful.
Oh, gods.
Robb's eyes close, his eyelashes like black smears on his face, and his
forehead creases in concentration. The length that won't fit into his mouth is
covered with the strength of his fist, and he sucks on the end of Jon's cock
with determined inexperience.
Jon's lung burn, and he takes forgetful gasps of air at irregular intervals.
His mouth waters; he wants to do this to Robb in return, to make him gasp and
moan and feel like this. It's stunning; he has to share it with him, as they
share everything, so tangled up that Jon doesn't truly believe his life belongs
to himself. Everything, everything, is theirs, not his.
Robb's mouth is impossible to resist, and despite the gently restraining hands
on his hips Jon thrusts towards it by instinct, needing so much more. Robb
eases back as he chokes, eyes watering. "I'm sorry," Jon says, the words that
have been his lines for all his life. "Robb."
Robb shakes his head, covering his mouth, before turning back to Jon in
determination. He takes Jon back between his lips before Jon can continue to
rush his apologies. Jon pants for air, his fingers curling against the stone
wall, unable to find anything to grasp hold of like he needs to.
His body tingles and burns, twitching with white heat as he feels the prickle
of his orgasm approaching, firing through his body. He thinks Robb could devour
him whole, could destroy him; he wouldn't care. He'd give Robb anything he
wants.
With a shout he climaxes, spilling white seed into Robb's mouth. Robb rears
back instantly, spitting out onto the ground and rubbing stray spunk from his
face. Spent, Jon leans against the wall and groans in delight at the sight. "My
turn," he states.
Competitive as ever, he needs to show Robb that he can be just as good.
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lit in the middle
between the his assignment and the three excessively inspiring guys in his
peripheral vision, but he had finished his homework. Most of it. Ninety
percent. Seventy minimum. He deserved a break. A treat. This early, nobody
would be in the dorms, probably.
Kaminari could be loud, if he wanted. Trying to keep quiet could be fun but,
sometimes a guy just had to let loose.
He leaned back, stretched his arms over his head and yawned.
"Guys, I'm gonna have to call it a night, I'm wasted."
Jirou glanced up at him. "See you tomorrow, then," she said with a nod goodbye
before returning to her work.
She was so diligent. A much better man than him, really. Ashido just hummed,
eyes glued to the game on her phone. She was. Less diligent, but had argued
that the game was in English, so really, it was a kind of practical studies.
He wouldn't argue. It was genius, really. If only he had actually been able to
pay attention to lyrics, he'd been more than fluent by now.
He gathered his things, put his pencil and eraser in his back pocket, the
notebook under one arm. Maybe he should look into those tapes that taught you
stuff while you were sleeping.
He cast one last glance at The Trio of Hard Feelings, their wide backs all set
up in a neat row, Kirishima in a red t-shirt, Bakugou in black, Tetsutetsu in
green, of course all of them in thin fabric that stretched over thick bones and
thicker muscle, and it was really time to go now.
Kaminari walked over to the elevator, got into it and leaned against the back
wall, and as soon as the doors closed he closed his eyes and bumped the back of
his head against the wall with a sigh. This was fine, it didn't matter that he
wanted to touch them, that he wanted them to touch him, have their way with
him. They were plenty busy with each other, and he could touch himself.
But, oh. He wouldn't object if they'd walked over to him, if Kirishima had
asked if he wanted to join them for a movie later, his tone casual but the
implication apparent from the way Bakugou's eyes would've raked over him, from
his eyes, down the column of his throat, his chest, his groin, the look so
heated he would've felt the lines it traced. If they'd made space for him right
in the middle as they sat down on Kirishima's bed, if they'd started up some
action movie and everything would have seemed like maybe it wasn't anything up
but still his every nerve would have been alight from being squeezed in between
Bakugou and Tetsutetsu, and after a while maybe Bakugou would let his hand rest
on Kaminari's thigh without his eyes leaving the screen, and maybe Tetsutetsu
would mirror it, the two of them teasing him in tandem until he couldn't take
it anymore.
That was one of his favorites. It made more sense than the locker room one,
since Tetsutetsu wasn't in their classes and Kaminari wasn't desperate enough
yet to want to try joining the trio at the gym. There was also the 'abandoned
classroom' one, and the 'I was hit with an aphrodisiac quirk, please help me'
one he'd gotten from an online comic.
The elevator reached the third floor.
Elaborate fantasies were all well and good sometimes, but nothing could beat
the simplest one, based in simple facts.
Bakugou or Kirishima could walk into his room any time.
He liked to imagine they would, left the door unlocked sometimes, wanting to be
caught. He'd imagine what they'd do, the looks on their faces at the first
moment of surprise, how it shifted into want as they asked 'do you want some
help with that?'
Kaminari reached his door, rested his forehead against it. Bakugou, Kirishima,
Tetsutetsu, he thought about them all, every combination, used the few times
he'd heard muffled sounds come through his ceiling from Kirishima's room as
extra fuel for his fantasies, knew by now that Kirishima was loud, Tetsutetsu
was not, and Bakugou varied (and he'd give his left nut to know exactly what is
was that made him scream).
It was so easy to imagine that they'd followed him. That they'd left just a
minute after. He could even hear the ding of the elevator, the soft whoosh of
the doors opening.
"Oi, Kaminari."
That was not his imagination. Kaminari's head snapped up towards the elevator.
Bakugou and Tetsutetsu were walking towards him as if they'd been called by his
thoughts.
...Or, more likely, the reason Bakugou hadn't tried to murder him all day was
that they'd been biding their time and were about to finally kill him for last
night.
Kaminari felt a shiver run down his spine, either from excitement or dread.
Probably both.
He forcefully shoved thoughts of 'punishment' out of his mind, acting casual
would probably be the safest bet so he raised his eyebrows and tried to smile.
"Hey guys! What brings you here?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes, and from the corner of his eye Kaminari could see the
glint of Tetsutetsu's teeth, and then they were right there, crowding him so he
pressed his back against the door, their wider, thicker frames not giving him
any room to escape.
"Me and Tetsu here have a bet," Bakugou drawled, and Kaminari still had no idea
if it was supposed to be threatening or seductive.
"W-- What bet?" he asked, just as Tetsutetsu said "Well, actually -- "
Bakugou ignored his partner in crime to instead put his hand on the wall right
next to Kaminari's head and leaned closer with a smile that was zero percent
reassuring and all the percent hot.
"He thought we could turn you stupid in under an hour. As much of an incoherent
fucking mess as you are after using your quirk."
This wasn't happening. It was too good, it couldn't be real.
He played along anyway.
"And, uh." He swallowed, did his best to meet Bakugou's eyes. "What about you?"
Bakugou moved close enough for his breath to ghost over Kaminari's neck, a
shiver spreading from the spot, running over his entire body.
"I think we can do it in under thirty."
Kaminari whimpered, squeezed his eyes shut, exhaled shakily.
"Uh. I. Wait."
Bakugou moved back, just a little, kept his hand steady on the wall. Just as
Kaminari had wanted him to.
Wait.
The tension and anticipation quickly rushed into panic (and maybe a bit of
disappointment) as Kaminari understood what was happening.
"Holy shit, I'm like Mindfucker."
Bakugou's face twitched, scrunched up as if he'd caught a bad smell. "The
fuck?"
"My quirk has evolved or something and I'm like, sending electrical impulses to
your brain making me do whatever I want, oh shit that's so cool, and super
evil! Dude, I'm so sorry! I didn't know I could do this!" Kaminari brought up
his right hand, looked at it reverently because, whoa, was he like a puppet
master or something? Awesome. He brought his hand up to hover in front of
Bakugou's face. "Lick my hand."
For a second, Bakugou's face was blank, but then it distorted into a scowl and
he slapped Kaminari's hand away.
"No, you dumbfuck, Eijirou told us what you said last night, and we're here to
accept your fucking challenge."
Kaminari was about to object that there'd never been any challenge, only maybe
a suggestion, definitely a lot of thirst, but then his dick caught up to his
brain with a 'Bakugou wants to screw you stupid' and extinguished any words
before they reached his vocal chords, made them vibrate with nothing more than
a whimper.
Bakugou glared at him, which, obviously, was kind of intense, so Kaminari
didn't notice that Tetsutetsu had been looking at him too until he spoke up.
"If you don't want to, we'll just head upstairs. No hard feelings, yeah?" he
said, and startled at Kaminari's undignified snort, because he couldn't know
he'd accidentally used Kaminari's secret nickname for the triad. It was a
little bit hard to breathe and a little bit harder to keep standing up, and
Kaminari was grateful for the support of the door behind him as his eyes
flickered back and forth between Bakugou's challenging impatience and
Tetsutetsu's eager reassurance.
None of them moved. The only sound Kaminari could hear was Bakugou's breathing,
which was loud for just standing around. Maybe it was always like that, only
he'd never noticed because Bakugou only came this close to him when there was
some kind of fighting to be done.
Then Bakugou pushed away from the wall with a huff and crossed his arms over
his chest. "For fuck's sake. Are you gonna invite us in or not?" His voice had
lost the thing that made shivers run down Kaminari's spine, and he desperately
wanted it back.
"In! Yeah, let's do this." He reached for the door handle as the words stumbled
over each other out of his mouth, took his weight off the door and slid to the
side so he could worm his way between it and the two solid bodies that were
standing so very close, managed to get his shoulder and foot into the crack
without his chest brushing Bakugou's, the two taking a step back so that he
could open it further.
"Come on in," he said, and his voice didn't shake, because he felt like they
were reciting the script to a fantasy he hadn't come up with yet.
(Although, in his version, Bakugou would have pushed him up against the wall,
had his way, and definitely wouldn't have exchanged the hot growling for grumpy
muttering.)
Bakugou took hold of the door as he walked into the room, and Kaminari took a
step back. Tetsutetsu was a step behind.
"Okay," Kaminari said to Bakugou, stopped, turned to Tetsutetsu, "How, uh. How
do we do this? Do I, uh --" he began gesticulating towards his bed and the two
others, mostly flailing, and immediately wanted to ram his head into a wall,
but this was the path he had chosen and follow-through was important to show
character, or something. "How do you want me?"
Smooth, Denki. Where was the wall when he needed his suffering to end.
He was not saved by the bell; instead, there was a high-pitched sound coming
from Bakugou, and it took Kaminari a second to realize it was a laugh.
"You're a worse fucking virgin than he was, shit," he wheezed, his laugh
sounding more like he was trying to get gum to unstick from the roof of his
mouth than anything.
It didn't make him even a little less hot. To Kaminari's dismay, he found the
contrary to be true; Bakugou laughing at him, his body rocking with it,
viciousness still present on his face alongside the mirth, was a way more
interesting sight than he was really ready to process right now.
Tetsutetsu was getting a bit red, maybe from the part of Bakugou's comment that
had been about him, maybe because of how he was doing his best not to laugh,
his mouth twisted up with the effort.
"Hey," Kaminari said, glancing at Bakugou. "I don't have a humiliation kink,
just, FYI."
Bakugou's smile didn't falter. He nodded towards Tetsutetsu. "He does."
Tetsutetsu's only reply was turning very, very red.
"Bakugou, you suck," Kaminari stated, also flushing, because this was going
south at the speed of disaster.
"No," Bakugou stated right back. "I would be, if you could get through the
fucking small talk and get on the fucking bed." He said it with that deep,
commanding roughness back in his voice, and Kaminari felt something else travel
south.
It was his blood. Rushing to his dick. If there was any confusion.
"Okay," he squeaked, in a totally chill way, "I'll just --" Kaminari let his
shaky legs give and dropped down on the mattress, feeling about as seductive as
a fish with a limp. Although it didn't feel like he was the one doing any
seducing here. More like... Bakugou and Tetsutetsu were competitive, but rarely
seemed to compete against each other, at least as far as Kaminari could tell.
But it was there, bright and burning in both pairs of eyes, directed at him.
Sizing him up.
He'd been half-right, about how that would feel. He could definitely feel it,
but it was more of a constant antsy feeling of being exposed in his chest,
coupled with a warmer one that ran all though him, made him lean back and
spread his legs just a bit, because he also definitely liked it. Their
attention, their want.
...Even if it didn't seem to be so much about him as it was about what they
could possibly do to him.
It wasn't enough of a difference to be worth getting bothered over. They had
come to him, specifically, because they wanted to.
Bakugou's eyes shifted to Tetsutetsu, making Kaminari feel both deprived and
relieved, because now it was only Tetsutetsu's eyes roaming over him.
Bakugou jabbed Tetsutetsu in the side with an elbow, demanding his attention,
making his lip twitch in irritation. They had some kind of wordless argument
that consisted mostly of Bakugou frowning and moving his head in different
subtle directions and Tetsutetsu showing different sections of his teeth in
response.
After a particularly murderous glare from Bakugou, Kaminari could see how a
quick inhale of air made Tetsutetsu's considerable rib cage expand, before he
turned to look at Bakugou again, just a second, then sat down on the bed next
to Kaminari, really really close, hip to hip, bicep to shoulder, the points of
contact pushing together because of how the bed dipped down. Then there was
warmth on his other side, Bakugou sitting down just as close before he'd had
brain power over to notice anything other than Tetsutetsu's proximity.
This couldn't be real, was just like the movie night fantasy, he braced for a
hand on his thigh inching higher and higher, taking its time --
-- and Bakugou had grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him in for a
kiss and since his mouth had already been open (because excitement made him a
bit of a mouth-breather, sue him) there was just as soon contact as there was a
hot tongue in his mouth.
So much for teasing.
Bakugou kissed hard, insistent, but gave him plenty of room to breathe. A
little bit too much, really, and Kaminari chased his lips when he pulled back
for air, making Bakugou dive back in with even more fervor, one of his hands
still in Kaminari's hair, the other one on his knee, and on his chest, slowly
unbuttoning Kaminari's shirt.
No, wait, that was too many hands. The unbuttoner had to be Tetsutetsu, who
stopped his genius and effective idea of helping him get his clothes off
halfway. Kaminari made a short whiny sound into Bakugou's mouth in a protest
that turned out to be misplaced when Tetsutetsu pulled his shirt off his
shoulder and began kissing his neck, his hand snaking into the front of the
shirt to rest on Kaminari's chest.
Tetsutetsu's hand moved to continue the journey down his front, button by
button, trailing open-mouthed kisses up Kaminari's neck, down again, then to
his collarbone, which would have been awesome, mind-blowing, but every time
Kaminari drifted off into the sensations, Bakugou's kisses turned more angry
and demanding, until he pulled back harshly.
"You like what he's doing better? You just wanna lie back and take it?"
Bakugou's voice was shiver-inducing again, and the words he'd chosen, stated
with a calm neutrality more like how he's sounded when talking about quirks and
odds in the stands at the Sports Festival than anything, made Kaminari's heart
beat in his throat, the only response he could muster a shaky exhale that put a
smirk on Bakugou's face.
They pulled off his shirt, together, then Bakugou leaned in to kiss him under
his ear, behind the jaw, a rough hand that was more forward than Tetsutetsu's
moving to play and stroke at a nipple.
Both of them kept everything above the belt; Bakugou's hand had even left his
knee, and that wouldn't do at all, so Kaminari fought through the blank static
of his mind to unbutton his jeans, by touch, because he couldn't bring himself
to pull his head back from how it had fallen backwards, couldn't find the will
to open his eyes.
Tetsutetsu noticed first, helped him tug at the pants when Kaminari began
pulling them off. The shuffling got Bakugou's attention, and then nobody was
kissing Kaminari anymore, which was atrocious. Having those mouths on him was
addicting, too good, it felt like nothing would be able to compare.
Bakugou moved out of the way easily when Kaminari shuffled back to lie down on
the bed. He liked it, how the two of them were sitting there, fully clothed,
drinking in the sight of him dressed in nothing but tented boxer briefs.
He got an idea, trailed a hand down his stomach, and both of their eyes
followed it down across his ribs, past his belly button, until it reached the
damp spot on the cotton fabric. Finally touching, getting touched, made him
keen and buck up a bit, which might have been embarrassing if it weren't for
how Tetsutetsu wet his lips and Bakugou's eyes were blazing.
Bakugou grabbed Kaminari's wrist, shoved his hand away. "That's mine."
He didn't ask for it, but Kaminari moved both of his hands up to rest on each
side of his head, his breath quickening at Bakugou's satisfied grin.
"7:16," Bakugou said after glancing at Kaminari's alarm clock. His expression
when their eyes met again felt dangerous.
Kaminari swallowed.
"On your marks," Bakugou said with a glance at Tetsutetsu before looking back
with the same expression, "and fucking go."
Tetsutetsu took off his shirt as Bakugou pulled Kaminari's underwear off, his
dick catching on the waistband for a moment before falling back down onto his
abdomen. Bakugou pulled his own shirt off as Tetsutetsu moved up on the bed to
stand on his knees between Kaminari's legs, gently pushing them apart to make
room, his large, warm hands splayed wide on Kaminari's inner thighs, before
coming up to rest on his knees.
Kaminari pushed down the urge to press his legs together the same way he
usually pushed down all his impulses to run when faced villains -- by talking
shit. He braced himself before putting on his best smirk and lifting his head
slightly to look up at Tetsutetsu. "Enjoying the view?"
Tetsutetsu's eyes dragged up slowly, let his hands move slightly further down
Kaminari's thighs, pushed them apart just a little bit more. "Yeah," he said,
voice breathy, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips, before he put his hands
back on Kaminari's knees.
Kaminari almost wanted to laugh if it weren't for the rush of heat, what was
with this guy, he was so earnest, and what was with him, who found it so hot.
The moment shifted again as Bakugou turned his back to Kaminari, giving him a
great view of how his wide shoulders tapered down to his waist, how the muscle
played under his pale and almost weirdly unblemished skin, and when he bent
forward the ridges of his spine came into view, that was kinda cool, Kaminari
thought, until Bakugou reached what he'd been reaching for and everything was
shoved out of Kaminari's head except for the feeling of a mouth, Bakugou's
mouth, all around him, down to the base.
He had one hand on Kaminari's stomach, the other one coming up under his thigh,
the tips of his fingers lightly brushing the skin between his ass and his
balls, not touching either of them. Bakugou went about giving head completely
without hesitation (expected) or teasing (more surprising), worked with a
steady, really good (not that Kaminari had anything to compare to) technique,
had gone straight to the final stretch (according to the videos Kaminari had
arduously studied) with enough fervor that it was less than a minute before
Kaminari felt the build-up and had to pull at his hair.
Bakugou moaned, low in his chest, and went down further.
Kaminari, in a rush of panic, pulled at his hair hard, pressed out a desperate
"get off, or I'm gonna..!"
Bakugou pulled back immediately, but his hands didn't leave Kaminari's skin,
and with him off Kaminari had a clean view of Tetsutetsu staring back at him,
eyes blown dark, lower lip shiny from how he kept lightly chewing on it.
Tetsutetsu's hands left Kaminari's knees, traveled just a few inches up his
thighs, fingers pressing.
It was enough, and Kaminari would have been embarrassed if he wasn't busy
squeezing his eyes shut and coming all over his stomach in hot spurts.
"That's better," Tetsutetsu mumbled, smiling, before dipping down to place a
wet kiss on the inside of Kaminari's thigh, letting his teeth draw lightly
across the sensitive skin like the teasing of fingernails, and Kaminari
shivered. He still hadn't come down, not completely, but he was used to it,
letting the discomfort and pleasure mingle.
A guy like Kaminari doesn't have a quirk like he does without conducting a few
experiments.
Tetsutetsu kept kissing and licking, trailing down but not really, because his
hands had moved to Kaminari's hips, lifted them from the bed so that he could
reach further. It was a weird angle for a blowjob, but Kaminari wasn't gonna
argue logistics with the guy who was literally kissing his ass while holding
half his weight up like it was nothing.
The pillow was pulled from under his head before Bakugou shoved it under his
hips with a grumbled 'Fucking show-off'.
He was probably talking about Tetsutetsu, since all Kaminari was doing was
breathing and squirming and having his mind blown, because Tetsutetsu was
pushing his legs up and apart, kisses going further and further up until there
was nowhere left to go, while Bakugou crouched forward again to run a wide
tongue along his length, making him gasp. He was still so sensitive, wanted to
squirm away and push closer at the same time.
Then Tetsutetsu pushed inside, hot wet pressure, and it was lucky he was used
to getting overwhelmed because otherwise he might have shot the other kind of
load, the zappy one, and that would've definitely killed the mood. And maybe
one of his bedmates.
It was nothing like using his own fingers. Tetsutetsu pulled away, kissed his
skin wetly, always with a hint of teeth since the first time they'd made him
gasp, then went back in to tease around his opening, constantly changing the
pace of it, before suddenly pushing in again, and again, then licking a wet
stripe up towards his front, and Kaminari would've felt he was stopping too
early if it weren't for how Bakugou was still... lapping at him, for lack of a
better word, and Kaminari felt he needed to change his assessment that Bakugou
wasn't a teaser.
Tetsutetsu was holding his thighs spread wide, his grip solid, his hands heavy
but not pressing hard, and who would've guessed this was the first place they'd
rest for any significant amount of time on Kaminari's body? That he'd do this
without them having even kissed?
Not that Kaminari was about to complain. Not with how both of the others had
begun to pick up the pace, and it didn't feel like it was a calculated move,
more like they just couldn't get enough of it and Kaminari writhed, arched,
scrunched his eyes up and probably yelled, was definitely rambling, let an
endless string of curses and praise ground him in his body because without them
it felt like he might dissolve.
At least it wasn't incoherent. That meant they weren't done.
He didn't know what to do with himself, couldn't move away from the pleasure,
didn't want to, but couldn't really take it, one hand coming up to pull at his
own hair and the other one trying to find grip somewhere on the plane of
Bakugou's back, settling at his hip where his fingertips could find purchase
inside the hem of the pants he was still wearing.
This wasn't for Bakugou, or Tetsutetsu, but at the same time it was, because
from the way their hands and mouths kept reaching for more and more they were
hungry for this, for him.
For making him shout their names, he guessed, so he did. Over and over.
One of Tetsutetsu's hands moved from its anchoring position to join his tongue,
and a finger slipped in easily after all the work he'd done, found the sweet
spot as if he'd done this hundreds of times which, really, considering his dual
boyfriendage, he might have.
And, Kaminari knew Bakugou was observant and competitive, but he hadn't put two
and two together for this particular scenario until Tetsutetsu's finger made
him keen and not two seconds later Bakugou did something amazing with his
tongue, then took him down to the base, brought a hand into the mix and
Kaminari couldn't tell one thing from another anymore, was just aware of it
building, impossibly, the feeling like electricity accumulating up from his
toes to his ears, all of him buzzing, like being overcharged for his quirk but
so much better, and completely out of his control because it was in theirs, and
that was his final thought before everything dissolved into white-hot pleasure.
He was vaguely aware of Tetsutetsu letting his legs down and gently pulling the
pillow from underneath him, of Bakugou licking his stomach clean as if still
hungry for more, Tetsutetsu lazily trailing kisses up his leg, to the crease of
his hip.
"Oi, wash your fucking mouth," Bakugou said from somewhere around Kaminari's
solar plexus.
"You're the one with the dirty mouth, Katsuki," Tetsutetsu said against
Kaminari's thigh before kissing it again.
"Fuckhead."
"See?" Tetsutetsu gave Kaminari's leg a final, chaste kiss, before moving away.
"I'll shove a bar of soap down your throat, I swear on my fucking mother."
"What, can't handle it?" Tetsutetsu's tone was teasing, and when the bed dipped
Kaminari cracked his eyes open just in time to see Tetsutetsu leaning towards
Bakugou with his tongue lolling out in the mockery of a kiss.
Bakugou put a foot in the middle of his chest and pushed him off the bed, the
thud of Tetsutetsu hitting the floor covered by his laugh.
"Fine, be right back," Tetsutetsu said a few seconds before the door to the
dorm room opened and softly closed.
The room turned silent except for the sound of Kaminari's breathing, which
still hadn't completely settled down. He realized he hadn't let go of his own
hair yet. He did.
He took a deep breath, let the feeling of blissed out satisfaction weigh down
his bones, let it settle, along with the realization of what had just happened.
"...Whoah."
Next to him, Bakugou snorted. "Fucking knew it."
Slowly, Kaminari raised a heavy hand from the bed and did a thumb's up. Opening
his eyes was too much of an effort, but the corner of his mouth quirked on its
own. "...m'still talking though," he mumbled, his hand plopping down on the bed
again, because words were hard and every part of him was too heavy and he hoped
Bakugou wasn't expecting anything more out of him tonight.
Bakugou stood up, and the bed leveled. It was vaguely disappointing, because he
was warm, but also a relief because if he was leaving it meant Kaminari didn't
have to fight the soft drift towards unconsciousness.
"Just sleep the stupid off, and Kirishima'll talk to you in the morning,"
Bakugou said as he pulled his shirt back on and headed for the door.
Kaminari wasn't awake long enough to hear it close.
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When Kaminari woke up, it was dark.
He felt better -- or maybe worse. He was warm, still tired and sated, a little
bit thirsty, and alone.
And... Wait. Bakugou had said Kirishima would talk to him in the morning? What
did he want, a play by play? A review?
One problem at a time. He needed a drink. Some water, so he could go back to
sleep and maybe feel more excited about his changed life in the morning. He
threw the covers off, threw his legs off the bed and --
-- and shrieked as they touched something warm and firm and very distinctly not
his floor. He pulled his legs back onto the bed and moved back towards the
wall, held the covers up in front of his body like a shield, almost shrieked
again when a dark shape became visible against the barely-there light from the
moon outside that made it through the curtains.
"It's just me," said the ominous shadow, with Tetsutetsu's voice.
Oh.
Kaminari slowed his breathing. Tetsutetsu. Had been lurking on his floor.
He shuffled towards the head of the bed, a bit awkwardly from trying to keep
the covers on all of him, and turned on his bedside lamp. Tetsutetsu squinted
at him, put a hand up to shield his eyes, smiled a little.
"You weren't here?"
"I just went to -- ... clean up," Tetsutetsu said with a strange amount of
bashfulness, considering how eager he'd been to get to the point of needing it.
"You were asleep when I came back. I was just gonna wait for you to wake up,
but I guess I fell asleep as well..." Tetsutetsu trailed off as he rubbed his
neck and grinned, a faint flush dusting his face. He was wearing his green t-
shirt again, looked so much softer in the faint light, with his embarrassed
smile and just the two of them there.
It was in the middle of the night, a super hot guy was in his room, had done
some kind of deflowering of him just a few hours ago and hadn't wanted to
leave.
It wasn't the kind of chance that came by often.
"You could stay! I mean," Kaminari scooted back a bit. "It's after curfew now
anyway, right? If you. If you want to." He tried to shut up, he really did.
"It's whatever." Why didn't his filter work at night? "Whatever you wanna do,"
he added, defeated. Way to go, he scolded himself, alone with the guy for less
than a minute and you've already ruined it.
"I'd like that," Tetsutetsu said in a low voice, and Kaminari's eyes snapped up
in surprise, felt his mouth go dry. He settled back down into the bed, and took
a deep breath, gathering courage. "I'm not gonna be responsible for your back
getting messed up," he said in a rush, and held up the covers in invitation,
the cold air making him aware that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Shit. He
tried to keep his face neutral, because if he didn't bring any attention to it
Tetsutetsu shouldn't notice, not in the low light. It still made his heart rate
pick up even more when Tetsutetsu got up from the floor, wearing, as it turned
out, nothing other than the t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
With only one pillow, there was no way their faces weren't ending up close
together. Tetsutetsu sighed as he settled in, and Kaminari could just about
feel the air tickle his skin. He could blame the late hour for the silence, for
doing nothing but staring, Tetsutetsu staring right back at him.
He hadn't turned off the light, and it lit Tetsutetsu up from behind, the
golden tone of it mingling with the silver of his hair, and, huh, that was the
color his eyelashes were.
The most handsome, beautiful boy Kaminari had ever seen was lying in his bed,
so very close but not where Kaminari wanted him at all. He wanted him closer,
felt like he had to place his hand firmly on the mattress to keep himself from
being pulled in.
"So." Kaminari cleared his throat, had to put something between them, even if
it was just nonsense words. "Here we are."
Tetsutetsu hummed. "Yeah."
"So, uh, before... You guys obviously had like, a plan, and got to do your
thing and even though it might seem like I was the winner of that whole
scenario, I didn't really get to -- ..."
"Hm? You didn't..." Tetsutetsu's eyes searched his, a mix of emotions
flickering across his face. "Didn't like it?"
"No, no! I did! It's just. It all went so fast, and then I fell asleep, like an
idiot. I didn't get to like... " he waves a hand in front of him, careful not
to accidentally hit Tetsutetsu in the nose. "Return the favor."
The sheets rustled as Tetsutetsu shifted. "You're not an idiot," he said,
frowning.
"Wasn't that the point of the whole..." -- Kaminari was waving his hands around
again, could he stop - "exercise? I distinctly recall Bakugou saying something
about betting on how long it would take to 'turn me stupid'."
"There wasn't a bet, that's just Katsuki being..."
"Himself?" Kaminari filled in, lips quirking, making Tetsutetsu snort.
"Right."
The silence fell again. They kept looking at each other, as if the conversation
was still going, as if both expecting the next word to come out of the other's
mouth at any moment but both aware they were waiting for something else. There
hadn't been a bet, Kaminari thought, Tetsutetsu had just done it because he'd
wanted to. Wanted him. The thought spread through his body, hot, tingling, and
Tetsutetsu was close enough to kiss with barely more than a tilt of the head.
Kaminari let the sudden rush of it propel him, turned it into action, put his
weight on an elbow and just went for it, brushed his lips against Tetsutetsu's,
and they weren't dry, and he could feel Tetsutetsu draw in a sharp breath, not
moving at all for a chilling second, before leaning in, pressing their mouths
together, his movements slow but insistent. He kept pushing, until Kaminari was
on his back with Tetsutetsu's hand moving up his nape to bury itself in his
hair, Kaminari's hands finally finding opportunity to measure just how wide and
strong Tetsutetsu's back was. He tugged at the shirt, and Tetsutetsu didn't
waste any time pulling it off and throwing it to the side.
Tetsutetsu slid one of his thighs on top of Kaminari's, further, until their
frames were perfectly aligned, Tetsutetsu keeping weight off Kaminari's chest
but letting their hips press together, suddenly nothing between them but the
thin fabric of Tetsutetsu's boxers. Kaminari's hands had found their way from
the back of Tetsutetsu's shoulders down to his hips, and when Tetsutetsu began
grinding into him, his fingers fritzed, a small jolt straight into Tetsutetsu's
skin that made him twitch, then grip Kaminari harder, kiss him harder, grind
down harder.
Kaminari broke away for air. "You like that?" He asked, letting a small jolt
from an index finger lightly zap Tetsutetsu's hip again. Tetsutetsu moaned in
response, and dipped down to kiss the crook of Kaminari's neck hard enough to
leave a mark, and Kaminari, high on the feeling of power, added a cocky; "This
is nothing though. Wanna know how good it can get?"
"Yes. I wanna know what you -- how you use it. Please," Tetsutetsu groaned into
his neck, lifting himself up completely, making room for Kaminari's hands.
And this, this was nothing like the straight-from-a-wet-dream of before,
because this? This felt real. Tetsutetsu's mouth trailing its way across his
collarbone, the press of strong thighs caging his own, the way the sweat that
had begun to stick them together quickly turned cool on his stomach.
"O-- okay. Yeah. I'll just -- ... "
It was weird getting shy now, but, Kaminari had never had anyone naked in his
bed, had never had anyone in his bed, period, so yeah, maybe his hands weren't
completely steady as his fingertips found their way inside the elastic of
Tetsutetsu's boxers, maybe he did just let them sit there for a while,
swallowing hard, before slowly pushing them down.
It helped that Tetsutetsu kissed him again, ran his hand over Kaminari's ear,
neck, down his arm.
He tried to tell himself it wasn't much of a difference -- he'd held a dick
before. His own. So he felt fairly confident as he left the underwear around
Tetsutetsu's thighs and trailed his fingers up, nails lightly against skin,
didn't even hesitate as he felt it against the back of his hand to wrap his
fingers around, his other hand coming to rest on Tetsutetsu's hip.
And realized, whoa, he'd been very, very wrong.
Because, usually, the focus of the exercise was that hey, my dick's being
touched. He'd never been so aware of what it felt like to hold a dick, how hot,
hard and smooth it was against his fingers. Which fell just short of wrapping
all around it, anyway, because Tetsutetsu was more than in proportion.
And came up for a kiss, tongue and teeth and all, and bucked up into Kaminari's
hand. So, okay, this was happening. Kaminari tightened his grip, moved it down
to the base and slowly all the way up to get an idea about what he was dealing
with, eventually reaching the tip, habits already kicking into gear as he
thumbed the slit and spread the generous amount of precum over the head.
Tetsutetsu had asked him how he usually did it, meaning, stalling would be
misinformative, so he brought his other hand down the crease of the thigh,
stopping right behind his balls and pressing, at the same time as he released a
small jolt of electricity.
He didn't need to ask Tetsutetsu if he'd liked it, because he whined into
Kaminari's mouth, pushed into his hands, gripped his shoulder with one and and
the back of his head with the other.
So Kaminari picked up the pace. Increased the output, closer to what he'd do to
himself.
Tetsutetsu's forehead fell to the mattress next to Kaminari's chest and he
curled his back, shifting his legs higher on the bed, making Kaminari's hand
brush against his own dick, and, fortune favors the brave, right, so he let his
hand wrap around both of them, pressing them together. His head fell back with
a moan, his rhythm stuttered, before picking back up, faster.
This was something else, he'd been wrong about before being the life-changing
bit, because hearing Tetsutetsu's breathing get incrementally heavier and
faster in his ear, that, that was something he'd never forget, how Tetsutetsu's
breath hitched when Kaminari twisted his hand just so, how he moaned and bucked
at every unevenly spaced charge shot from Kaminari's other hand, straight into
him, spreading through his nerves like fireworks, Kaminari able to sense the
echo.
It didn't take long after that. Not with how Tetsutetsu's chest was pressing
into his, wide and hard and heavy, making it harder to breathe, not with all of
Kaminari's senses being filled to the brim with him, the smell of sweat and the
taste of his skin as Kaminari mouthed at his neck.
Tetsutetsu tensed up first, the feeling of his dick pulsing against Kaminari's
combined with the sound he made enough to push Kaminari over the edge too. He
kept pumping them through it until it got too much. Tetsutetsu flopped to the
side, put a hand on Kaminari's cheek to guide their lips together again, the
kisses different this time, uncoordinated and wet, each the length of a sigh.
When they finally moved apart, Kaminari was too tired to do anything but swipe
at the mess on his stomach and chest and wipe it off at the edge of the sheet.
This time, they both passed out.
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Kaminari woke up in increments, from a series of events. The blare of his alarm
caused the first hints of wakefulness, the fact that his hand was stuck and
couldn't slam down on the snooze button brought him to half-awake and the
sudden feeling of being suffocated by a giant piece of cold metal shoved him
right into 'where am I what happened where are my clothes'-mode.
But he opened his eyes and found he was in his own room, in his own bed, and
just as the metal thing turned softer (but not soft) and warm he turned and
locked eyes with Tetsutetsu, the boyfriend of his two best friends.
Kaminari tried to come up with something that didn't sound like a review (five
stars, no, six, Tetsutetsu was off the scale), kept staring as if that was a
normal thing to do.
The silver-haired Adonis with lashes of white-tinted gold and pecs of alabaster
gave him a soft smile, and an even softer kiss.
"Good morning," the unfairly perfect being said.
"Uh," Kaminari eloquently replied.
"We should head to breakfast, gotta eat before class," Tetsutetsu said, before
throwing the covers to the side and crawling to the end of the bed. He didn't
waste any time, didn't sit there and reflect on the situation, simply stood up
and begun to look for his clothes. Of which he was wearing none. And neither,
Kaminari could feel, was he.
It shouldn't be awkward, considering, but that had been last night, by dim
light and dim motivations, and Kaminari had been going somewhere with that line
of thought but the sunlight from the window cast sharp shadows along
Tetsutetsu's muscle-ridged physique, and, damn that was a lot of visual
information he needed to burn into his brain forever.
Tetsutetsu wasn't doing much good posing though, kept hunching over, looking
under various furniture with an almost angry expression that looked unfairly
good on him.
"Do you see my boxers?"
Kaminari didn't, so it wasn't a lie to not mention how he could feel them lying
close to his right foot under the covers. "I see a good reason to leave them
be."
Tetsutetsu sighed in exasperation, running a hand through his hair, grabbed his
pants from where he'd thrown them over the desk chair.
"Come on dude, if I don't get to the kitchen soon Eiji's gonna eat my share of
the eggs," he said, sounding more distressed by the second. He buttoned his
pants and turned to pick up a sock from the desk.
Right. Kirishima. Tetsutetsu was going back to his real boyfriends, of course
he was. Kaminari usually ate breakfast with them, they lived together, but what
was the protocol now? What, he'd go with Tetsutetsu, give the others a play by
play? He was pretty sure that would be weird. No, definitely weird, he told the
little voice suggesting that, reasonably, Kirishima had already heard half of
it form Bakugou. It's different because... Because. Kaminari's not a part of
it, not really. Even though the dried flakes of cum on his stomach were an
itchy reminder that he definitely was a part of something, now.
"You coming?"
He'd apparently been staring off into the void or something because when he
looked up Tetsutetsu was fully dressed.
The question caught Kaminari off guard, so he couldn't be entirely blamed for
the pure disbelief of what jumped out his mouth completely without his consent.
"With you?"
Tetsutetsu nodded, completely oblivious to Kaminari's psychoemotional whiplash.
"To breakfast. Katsuki fries a lot of eggs but he gets bored of it quickly, so
if they're gone they're gone."
Kaminari needed to say it out loud to test the absurdity. "Kacchan's making me
eggs." Yeah. Still absurd. Twelve hours of unprecedented and incredible events
did not, it seemed, prepare one for more.
"You want something else? This is your dorm after all, you probably got your
own stuff."
"No, uh, eggs. Eggs sound good," Kaminari said, hesitating, but needing the
clarification. The reassurance. "I just. You're sure?"
"Sure of what? The eggs? Not really, but, better chances if we hurry. Come on.
We'll shower after."
Tetsutetsu picked up Kaminari's shirt and underwear, crumpled on the ground,
and gently threw them at him. So Kaminari pulled them on, got out from under
the covers, pulled on his jeans and socks.
His stomach was itchy, he was beginning to feel he hadn't slept all that well,
and Tetsutetsu was taking him by the hand, almost dragging him out of the room
and towards the elevator.
Kaminari wasn't fine.
He was freaking amazing.
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