Chapter 1: Introduction
Day off. Long day of shopping, entertainment and activities, then - movie night each Shoto, Izuku and Katsuki waited for.
Shoto's apartment was a haven of quiet luxury, the kind of place that made you forget about the chaos of the city outside. The walls were painted a soft, cool blue, the furniture sleek and modern, but it was the bed that always caught Izuku's attention first. Massive, draped in silken sheets the color of a winter sky, it sat like a throne in the center of the room, bathed in the silver glow of the moon spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Izuku flopped onto the bed with a contented sigh, stretching his arms above his head. The sheets were cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the two bodies that followed him down.
Katsuki, ever the storm cloud, landed beside him with a grunt, his weight making the mattress dip. The scent of him—burnt sugar and something sharp, like ozone after a lightning strike—filled Izuku’s senses. He didn’t even have to look to know Katsuki was already scowling at the ceiling, arms crossed over his chest, as if the very idea of relaxation was an insult to his heroics.
Shoto, on the other hand, moved like he was made of smoke—quiet, deliberate. He settled on Izuku’s other side, his body a solid, grounding presence.
They began to watch movie. It felt natural how boys slowly take their comfort places: Katsuki barely moved, while Izuku sit between Katsuki's legs, Izuku's head resting on Katsuki's knees. Shoto, for long time didn't move too, but then went closer to Katsuki, gently leaning on his shoulder.
Katsuki didn't react, but Izuku felt how his body became more relaxed, his fingers gently touching Shoto's hair. It was a small, almost imperceptible gesture, but it meant everything.
The movie played on, but none of them were really watching. The air between them was thick with something unspoken, a tension that had been building all day—all week, really. The way Katsuki’s fingers had lingered on Izuku’s waist when they’d been shopping. The way Shoto had pressed into his side in the elevator, his breath warm against Izuku’s neck.
Izuku knows Katsuki's condition, why he even allowed such unusual relationships between three of them. The rule was: all must want the same. And, as usual, Izuku started hinting that he didn't mind to have fun. Izuku made this without words, his head just begins slowly rubbing against Katsuki's legs. When Izuku want "this", he acting like a cat. In other hand, Shoto was agree to have sex with both of them almost every time, it was his attribute.
That's why this night only Katsuki left to decide, how boys will spend it. Feeling Izuku's silence want, and Shoto's closeness, Katsuki make decision. He lowered movie's volume. Sounds still made a noisy background, but it wasn't their mane focus anymore.
Izuku felt Katsuki's fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. Izuku didn't resist, he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Shoto's hand was already on Katsuki's thigh, rubbing it softly, as if asking for permission.
Katsuki's voice was low, rough, but not angry. "You sure about this?" he asked, but it was clear he already knew the answer.
Izuku just smiled, his eyes still closed. "You know I am."
Shoto didn’t speak, but his fingers tightened slightly on Katsuki’s leg, a silent affirmation.
Their favourite part. Triple kiss, slowly moving from one to another. Usually in this silence conversation was decided who wants to take which role.
Izuku and Shoto were both switches, but they were also very good at reading Katsuki’s moods. Tonight, the way Katsuki’s fingers curled possessively in Izuku’s hair, the way his other hand rested on Shoto’s shoulder—it was clear who was in charge.
Katsuki’s voice was a low growl, his breath warm against Izuku’s ear. “You’re gonna take us both tonight, Deku.”
Izuku shivered, his body already responding to the command. He loved this—the way Katsuki could turn him into putty with just a few words. He turned his head slightly, nipping at Katsuki’s thumb where it brushed his lips.
"My biggest fan going to share me this night? Unexpected" Izuku teasing, he turned over on stomach, his hands run under Katsuki's t-shirt.
Katsuki's skin was hot, his muscles tight under Izuku's fingers. Izuku's voice was teasing, but his body was already reacting, his cock hardening against the mattress.
Katsuki's laugh was rough, almost a growl. "You're such a tease, Deku."
Izuku grinned, rolling his hips slightly, rubbing himself against the sheets. "And you love it."
Katsuki's hand slid down Izuku's back, fingers tracing the curve of his spine before stopping just above the waistband of his pants. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice low. "I do."
Shoto, who had been watching silently, finally moved. He shut Katsuki up with demanding kiss, it was a sign for Izuku to start. Izuku slowly, but not too slow, pulled down Katsuki's pants, Katsuki's already rocky hard dick stretching his briefs. It was Izuku's little kink: do not pulling down underwear, but unbutton fly on briefs, and use free dick in this position.
He did it with Katsuki, and it was always a little game - how fast Katsuki will notice it. Izuku's fingers were nimble, practiced, and he had Katsuki’s briefs undone in seconds. The moment the fabric gave way, Katsuki’s cock sprang free, thick and heavy in Izuku’s hand. Katsuki let out a low groan, his hips jerking upward slightly as if to meet Izuku’s touch.
Izuku smirked, squeezing lightly, feeling the pulse of Katsuki’s heartbeat in his palm. “Someone’s eager,” he teased, stroking once, twice, just enough to make Katsuki’s breath hitch.
The blonde’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his head back just enough to force eye contact. Red eyes burned into his, sharp with need.
“Shut up and get on your knees,” Katsuki growled, but there was no real heat in it—just the familiar thrill of being ordered around by the man he loved. Izuku obeyed, shifting onto his knees between Katsuki’s legs, his mouth already watering at the sight of that thick cock, flushed and heavy with anticipation.
Shoto made his way behind Izuku, teasing Izuku's hips.
Shoto's fingers traced the waistband of Izuku's pants, slow, deliberate, making Izuku shiver in anticipation. Shoto helped Izuku to take offhis t-shirt, pulling off his own too. Then, when Izuku lean to eager Katsuki's dick, Shoto warmed up his own tongue with fire quirk, and licked Izuku's spine.
Izuku moaned into Katsuki's cock, his hot breath making Katsuki's hips buck upward. Shoto's tongue was warm, almost too hot, but it felt so good against Izuku's sensitive skin. He traced every ridge, every dip of Izuku's back, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
Izuku's fingers dug into Katsuki's thighs, his nails biting into the hard muscle as he took Katsuki into his mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating—salt and heat and something uniquely Katsuki. As Izuku took Katsuki's dick deeply, Shoto suddenly changed warmth on freezing cold and make his long lick again.
Izuku moaned, his body trembling between them. Katsuki's fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him, setting the pace. Izuku loved this—the way Katsuki could make him feel so small, so completely at his mercy, even as his body reacted with such desperate need.
Shoto's hands moved to Izuku's hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his pants. "Off," he commanded, his voice low and rough. Izuku obeyed, shifting just enough to let Shoto pull his pants down, exposing his bare ass to the cool air of the room. The contrast made him shiver, but Shoto's hands were already there, warming his skin with slow, teasing circles.
His touch was firm, possessive, as if marking Izuku as his own. Izuku arched into it, his mouth still working Katsuki’s cock, his tongue swirling around the head with practiced ease.
Katsuki’s grip in his hair tightened, pulling him back just enough to let him breathe. “Fuck, Deku,” he growled, his hips lifting off the bed. “You’re gonna make me come before we even start.”
Izuku smirked, licking his lips. “That’s the idea.”
Shoto’s fingers traced the curve of Izuku’s ass, teasing the sensitive skin before sliding lower, brushing against his entrance.
"It's not fair" Katsuki grinned. "Tonight you, Izu, will cum much, and we need to make you do that. So let me help you with starting". Katsuki changed position. He lying on stomach, Katsuki's mouth right next to hard Izuku's dick. At the same time with Shoto, who started preparing Izuku's ass hole with fingers, Katsuki guided Izuku's dick inside his mouth.
The wet heat of Katsuki's tongue wrapped around him, and Izuku let out a broken moan, his hips jerking forward instinctively. Shoto's fingers were slick with lube, pressing inside him with slow, deliberate strokes, stretching him open.
Izuku's hands flew to Katsuki's head, fingers tangling in his spiky blonde hair. "K-Katsuki—!" he gasped, his voice already unsteady. The dual sensations were overwhelming—the tight, wet heat of Katsuki's mouth, the slow, insistent press of Shoto's fingers inside him.
"You don't want to came first this night so bad, Kacchan... Playing dirty..." Izuku moans, he grabbed Katsuki's hair and became thrusting with short pushes.
Shoto's fingers were inside him, stretching him open, and Izuku could feel every movement, every slight twist of his wrist. The sensation was overwhelming, and Izuku couldn’t help but rock back against Shoto’s hand, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Katsuki’s mouth was relentless, his tongue swirling around the head of Izuku’s cock, teasing the sensitive underside before taking him deeper. The wet, sucking sounds filled the room, mixing with the soft moans that escaped Izuku’s lips. His hips moved on their own, thrusting forward into Katsuki’s mouth, chasing the pleasure that built with every stroke.
One hit of Izuku's prostate, Shoto just found, made him cum.
It was a fast, hard orgasm, but Izuku knew it was just the beginning. He gasped, his body trembling as he came down Katsuki’s throat, his fingers still tangled in the blonde’s hair. Katsuki didn’t pull away—he swallowed every drop, his tongue still working Izuku’s oversensitive cock until he whimpered and tried to pull back.
“Too much—!” Izuku panted, his voice raw.
Katsuki finally released him with a wet *pop*, a smug grin on his face. “That’s one,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
They returned to previous position: Shoto finished preparations, and already rolling condom on his own hard dick. Izuku was guided to Katsuki's dick again, Izuku take it in mouth in time with Shoto's first thrust.
Shoto's cock was thick, hot, and Izuku could feel every inch of it as it slid deep inside him. He moaned around Katsuki's length, his body trembling between them.
Katsuki's fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him down harder, forcing him to take more. "Fuck, Deku," he growled, his hips lifting off the bed. "You look so good like this."
Izuku could only whimper in response, his mouth full of Katsuki's cock, his body stretched around Shoto's. The sensation was overwhelming—Katsuki's cock in his mouth, Shoto's in his ass, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
Izuku's mind went blank, his focus narrowing down to the two men who owned him in that moment. He could feel Shoto's hands gripping his hips, fingers digging into his skin as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through Izuku's body, his muscles clenching around Shoto's length as he tried to keep up with the pace.
Katsuki's free hand slid down Izuku's back, tracing the curve of his spine before stopping just above his ass. "You're taking us so well," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Izuku likes to give himself to both his lovers. It starts after all from his choice: and he choose both. From that time Izuku never regretted.
He knew that he was made for this. Made for them. The way Katsuki’s hands gripped his hair, the way Shoto’s fingers dug into his hips—it was as if they were both trying to brand him, to make him theirs in every possible way.
Katsuki’s cock hit the back of Izuku’s throat, and he swallowed around it, his eyes watering slightly. He loved this—the way Katsuki could make him feel so small, so completely at his mercy, even as his body reacted with such desperate need. Shoto’s thrusts were deep, deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through Izuku’s body.
But mostly important: their true feelings of protectiveness. Each one really care about other. This why Izuku feels safe to allow Shoto and Katsuki fuck him as they want - Izuku knows they will never hurt him. And, in other side, some time this feeling allows even such dominant top like Katsuki, to be bottom for his partners.
That's why Katsuki's nasty words driving Izuku crazy.
"You're taking us so well, Deku. Such a good little slut for us, aren't you? Look at you, stretched open, taking Shoto's cock like a good boy. You love this, don't you? You love being filled up, used by us."
Izuku couldn't speak, his mouth full of Katsuki's cock, but he moaned around it, the vibration making Katsuki groan. Shoto's thrusts grew harder, faster, his hips slapping against Izuku's ass with each powerful stroke. Izuku's body trembled between them, his muscles clenching around Shoto's length as he tried to keep up with the pace.
Izuku came again. Harder this time.
Izuku’s breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers twisting in the sheets as Shoto’s thrusts grew more demanding. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with the wet, slapping rhythm of skin against skin. Katsuki’s grip in his hair tightened, forcing him to take more, to swallow around the thick length in his mouth. The pleasure was overwhelming, a slow burn that spread through his entire body, threatening to consume him.
Shoto’s fingers dug into Izuku’s hips, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuck—” he groaned, his voice rough with need.
“You’re so tight, Izuku. So *good*.”
Izuku could only whimper around Katsuki’s cock, his body trembling between them. He could feel Shoto’s cock throbbing inside him, could feel the way his muscles clenched around it, milking him for more.
Katsuki’s fingers tightened in his hair, forcing him to take more. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Take us both, Deku. You were made for this.”
Izuku’s mind went blank, his focus narrowing down to the two men who owned him in that moment.
In moments like this Izuku loves to tease Katsuki. Feeling Kacchan is about to came, Izuku suddenly run his fingers to Katsuki's entrance, and pushed two fingers inside.
Katsuki's body jolted, his cock twitching in Izuku's mouth. He let out a choked groan, his hips stuttering as Izuku's fingers curled inside him, finding that spot that made his vision white out.
"Fuck—!" Katsuki snarled, his voice rough and raw. His fingers tangled in Izuku's hair, pulling hard enough to make his eyes water, but Izuku didn’t stop. He kept sucking, kept fingering, his own body trembling between them as Shoto’s thrusts grew harder, more desperate.
Shoto’s breath was hot against Izuku’s ear, his voice a low growl.
"You’re gonna make him lose it, Izuku."
Izuku hummed around Katsuki’s cock, his fingers still working inside him. He loved this—the way Katsuki’s body tensed, the way his breath hitched, the way he could feel the blonde’s control slipping. Katsuki was always so in charge, so dominant, but moments like this, when Izuku could make him unravel, were intoxicating.
Katsuki’s hips jerked upward, his cock hitting the back of Izuku’s throat. "Fuck—Deku—!" His voice was strained, his fingers tightening in Izuku’s hair.
"You—you little—!" The words dissolved into a choked groan as his hips bucked upward, his cock pulsing against Izuku’s tongue. Izuku swallowed him down, his throat working around the thick length, his fingers still curled inside Katsuki’s tight heat. The blonde’s body shuddered, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he came hard, his release spilling over Izuku’s tongue.
Izuku pulled back just enough to lick his lips, savoring the taste of him. Katsuki’s chest heaved, his red eyes burning with something between fury and adoration.
"You little shit," he panted, his fingers still tangled in Izuku’s hair. "You’re gonna pay for that."
Izuku smirked, licking his lips. "Promises, promises."
Shoto’s thrusts grew rougher, his hips slapping against Izuku’s ass with each deep stroke. "You’re so tight," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "So fucking perfect."
Izuku arched his back, pushing back against Shoto’s thrusts, his body trembling between them. The sensation of being filled, of being used by them both, was intoxicating.
Katsuki grabbed Izuku's head and made Izuku facing him. He whispering:" Look in my eyes while that bastard filling your ass".
Katsuki's fingers tightened in Izuku's hair, pulling his head back just enough to force eye contact. "You look so good like this," Katsuki growled. "Stretched open, taking Shoto's cock like a good boy.
Shoto panting, his hips moving uneven. He grabbed Izuku's shoulders, pulling him closer. He sucked spot on Izuku's neck, and came.
Shoto's breath was hot against Izuku’s skin, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his release. His fingers dug into Izuku’s hips, pulling him back against each powerful stroke.
Izuku’s body trembled between them, his muscles clenching around Shoto’s length as he tried to keep up with the pace.
Finally Shoto gasped and came, filling the condom. Izuku felt extremely hot pulsing inside ass.
He didn't want to move, he was in heaven, but Katsuki's fingers were already pulling him up, and Shoto's hands were helping him.
All theee recovering breathing, lying side by side. First recovered Izuku. He was surprised by his own dick that got hard again so fast.
But it was understandable: he was in bed with two of the most attractive men in the world, and they had just fucked him senseless. Izuku’s body was still humming with pleasure, his skin flushed and sensitive to the touch. He could feel the cool sheets against his back, the warmth of Katsuki’s body pressed against his side, Shoto’s fingers tracing lazy circles on his stomach.
Katsuki’s voice was rough, still thick with desire. “You’re insatiable, Deku.” His hand slid down Izuku’s chest, fingers brushing over his nipple before moving lower, tracing the curve of his hip.
"I cane believe great Dynamite have finished by now" Izuku laughed.
He turned on his side, facing Katsuki. His fingers traced the sharp line of Katsuki's jaw, feeling the faint stubble there. "I thought you'd last longer than that."
Katsuki's red eyes narrowed, but there was no real heat in them. "Shut up," he grumbled, but his lips twitched slightly, betraying his amusement. He caught Izuku's wrist, pulling his hand away from his face, but he didn't let go. Instead, he brought Izuku's fingers to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the tips.
Shoto, still catching his breath, chuckled softly from Izuku's other side. "Allow me to help this problem" Shoto said. He moving closer and gently kissed Izuku's shoulder. "Can I ride you, Izu?" Shoto asked.
His voice was soft, but there was a quiet intensity in it. The kind that made Izuku’s stomach flutter. Izuku looked at him, at the way his mismatched eyes glowed in the moonlight, the way his scarred face was softened by something tender.
Izuku’s breath hitched. "Yeah," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Yeah, please."
Shoto didn’t waste any time. He shifted, straddling Izuku’s hips, his strong thighs pressing against Izuku’s sides. The weight of him was perfect—solid, grounding, but not too heavy. Izuku’s hands instinctively went to Shoto’s waist, fingers splaying against the warm skin there.
The way Shoto moved was always so deliberate, like every touch was a calculated decision. But right now, there was something different—a hunger in the way his fingers curled around the base of Izuku’s cock, guiding him into position.
The first press of Shoto’s body against his was electric. Warm. Tight. Izuku’s breath hitched as Shoto sank down slowly, his muscles clenching around Izuku’s length. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, slick, *perfect*. Izuku’s fingers dug into Shoto’s hips, his nails biting into the hard muscle there.
“Fuck—Shoto—” Izuku gasped, his voice already unsteady.
"Izu...you are really big..." Shoto moaned, but he was shut up by Katsuki, who eagerly put his own hard dick to free Shoto's mouth.
Shoto's lips parted, taking Katsuki in with practiced ease, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper.
Izuku’s hands slid up Shoto’s back, fingers tracing the strong muscles there, feeling the way they shifted and tensed as Shoto moved. The sight of him—his mismatched eyes half-lidded with pleasure, his scarred face flushed, his lips stretched around Katsuki’s cock—was enough to make Izuku’s breath catch.
Katsuki’s fingers tangled in Shoto’s hair, guiding him, setting the pace.
Izuku always turning on difference in Katsuki's behaviour when it goes to Shoto. With him, Katsuki was silent, demanding but careful. It was completely opposite to his behaviour to Izuku.
With Izuku Katsuki was always loud, teasing, demanding. But with Shoto he was different. Katsuki was always careful with Shoto, like he was made of something fragile. Like he could break at any moment. Izuku didn't mind. He loved that Katsuki had different sides to him, different ways of loving. It made him feel special, like he was the only one who got to see all of Katsuki.
Shoto's hips began to move, slow at first, then faster, his body rocking against Izuku's. Izuku put his hand on Shoto's belly. When Shoto riding him so deeply, small but noticeable belly bulge appears and disappeared, and Izuku's fingers felt it.
He loved this part of Shoto's body. Izuku's hand slid up Shoto's chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his muscles tensed and released with each movement. His fingers brushed over Shoto's nipple, teasing it lightly, feeling the way it hardened under his touch.
Shoto's breath hitched around Katsuki's cock, his hips stuttering for a moment before he found his rhythm again. The wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth working Katsuki filled the room, mixing with the soft moans that escaped Izuku's lips.
Izuku's other hand slid down Shoto's back, fingers tracing the curve of his spine before stopping just above his ass.
He could feel the way Shoto's muscles clenched with each movement, could feel the heat of his skin under his fingertips. The way Shoto moved was hypnotic—fluid and controlled, like he was made for this, made for *them*.
Katsuki's fingers tightened in Shoto's hair, his hips rocking forward slightly as he fucked Shoto's mouth. His red eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Fuck, Shoto—" he groaned, his voice rough. "Just like that. Take me deeper."
Izuku watched, mesmerized, as Shoto obeyed, his throat working around Katsuki's length.
Shoto likes take turns in roles. With this people.
With this men. Izuku thought. With this lovers.
Shoto’s movements grew more urgent, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that made Izuku’s breath hitch. The way his body moved—fluid, controlled, yet undeniably desperate—was intoxicating. Izuku’s fingers dug into Shoto’s hips, pulling him down harder, needing more of that tight, slick heat.
Katsuki’s grip in Shoto’s hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward in shallow, deliberate strokes. “Fuck, Shoto—” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You take me so well. Just like that.
Izuku begins to thrusting up in time Shoto lowering. That made Shoto's eyes opened wider.
He was so focused on Katsuki's dick, that he didn't notice how Izuku's thrusts became stronger. Shoto's lips were stretched around Katsuki's cock, his tongue working the underside with practiced precision. The way his throat worked around Katsuki’s length was mesmerizing, his mismatched eyes watering slightly as he took him deeper.
Katsuki’s fingers tightened in Shoto’s hair, his hips moving in time with Shoto’s rhythm. “Take me deeper. Just like that.”
Shoto moaned around him, the vibration sending a shiver down Katsuki’s spine.
"Fuck, Shoto. I'm going to fill you..." Izuku groaned.
He was so close, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel the way Shoto’s muscles clenched around him, the way his breath hitched as Katsuki’s cock slid deeper into his throat. The sight of them together—Katsuki’s fingers tangled in Shoto’s hair, Shoto’s lips stretched around him, their bodies moving in perfect sync—was almost too much to bear.
Katsuki’s voice was a low growl, his hips rocking forward. “That’s it, Shoto. Take it all. Show me how good you can be.”
Shoto moaned around him, his throat working as he swallowed Katsuki down.
Katsuki maybe in the first time looks in Shoto's eyes during sex. With Izuku he always keeping eye contact, but with Shoto Katsuki usually didn't. But now, Shoto's eyes was filled with obedience, like puppy eyes, and it suddenly hit Katsuki. He came.
Hard.
Katsuki’s fingers tightened in Shoto’s hair, his hips jerking forward as he spilled down Shoto’s throat with a choked groan. Shoto swallowed him greedily, his mismatched eyes locked onto Katsuki’s face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed it. The way Katsuki’s red eyes darkened, his lips parting on a silent gasp, was enough to make Shoto’s own cock twitch with need.
Izuku didn’t last much longer. The sight of them together—Katsuki’s fingers tangled in Shoto’s hair, Shoto’s lips stretched around him, their bodies moving in perfect sync—was too much.
Izuku’s hips bucked upward, driving himself deeper into Shoto’s tight heat. His fingers dug into Shoto’s hips, pulling him down harder, needing more of that slick, clenching pressure.
Shoto moaned around Katsuki’s cock, the vibration sending a shiver through all three of them. His body trembled between them, caught in the middle of pleasure, his muscles clenching around Izuku’s length.
“Fuck—Shoto—!” Izuku gasped, his voice raw. “You feel so good—”
Shoto’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he tried to keep up with the pace.
Izuku begins to release his hot seed inside Shoto.
He felt how Shoto's muscles clenched around his cock, milking him for every drop. The sensation was overwhelming, his body trembling between them as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
Shoto’s breath came in ragged gasps, his lips still wrapped around Katsuki’s cock, his tongue working the sensitive underside. Katsuki’s fingers were still tangled in his hair, guiding him, setting the pace. The blonde’s red eyes were dark with satisfaction, his chest heaving as he watched Shoto take him.
Izuku’s hands slid up Shoto’s back, fingers tracing the strong muscles there, feeling the way they tensed and released with each movement.
Finally, Shoto came too. His dick fountaining with semen, he withdrew Katsuki's dik from mouth and could moaning as loud as could.
His body trembled, his muscles clenching around Izuku's cock as he came hard, his release spilling over Izuku's stomach. The warmth of it was intoxicating, the way Shoto's body shuddered between them, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Izuku's fingers traced lazy circles on Shoto's back, his touch gentle, soothing. He could feel the way Shoto's body trembled, the way his breath hitched as he came down from his high. Katsuki's fingers were still tangled in Shoto's hair, but his grip had softened, his touch now tender rather than demanding.
The blonde's chest heaved with exertion, his red eyes locked onto Shoto's face as if memorizing every flicker of pleasure that crossed it. The air between them was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sheets tangled around their limbs.
Izuku let out a slow, satisfied sigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Shoto's back. The way Shoto's body trembled against him was intoxicating, the way his breath hitched as he came down from his high. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their recovery—the rustle of sheets, the occasional moan, the quiet hum of the city outside the window. All three crushed on bed. They were breathing heavily, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. The room was filled with the scent of sweat, sex, and the faint metallic tang of Katsuki’s Quirk lingering in the air. The sheets were tangled around their limbs, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the heat of their skin.
Izuku was the first to break the silence, his voice a low, satisfied murmur. "That was... intense."
Katsuki let out a rough chuckle, his fingers still tangled in Shoto’s hair. "You’re telling me. I think you broke me, Deku."
Izuku smirked, rolling his head to the side to look at him. "Oh, please. It was just two orgasms in a row. Are you already too old for this?".
Izuku's lips curved into a playful smirk, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Katsuki's chest. The blonde's skin was still warm, flushed from exertion, and Izuku couldn't resist the urge to tease him further.
Shoto, still catching his breath, let out a quiet chuckle from where he lay sprawled between them. His mismatched eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight filtering through the window, his scarred face soft with satisfaction. "You two are impossible," he murmured, his voice rough but fond.
Katsuki scoffed, though there was no real bite to it.
His fingers tightened slightly in Shoto’s hair, as if to ground himself. “Shut up, Deku. You know damn well I can go all night.” His voice was rough, still thick with the aftereffects of pleasure, but there was a playful edge to it now.
Izuku laughed softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Katsuki’s chest. “Prove it.” The words were a challenge, but his tone was teasing, his green eyes sparkling with mischief in the dim light.
Katsuki’s red eyes narrowed, but before he could retort, Shoto shifted between them, his body still trembling slightly from the aftermath of his own release.
"The movie is over" Shoto change conversation.
"After all, I enjoyed this movie night" Izuku smirk, using Katsuki's chest like a pillow.
"We should do it more often."
Katsuki's fingers traced idle patterns on Izuku's shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Yeah, yeah. But next time we're picking a movie that doesn't put me to sleep halfway through."
Shoto chuckled softly, his mismatched eyes reflecting the moonlight as he stared at the ceiling. "You were the one who insisted on watching that action flick. You should've known better."
Izuku's smile widened, his fingers tracing the sharp line of Katsuki's jaw. "I think someone just didn't want to admit they were drifting off."
Katsuki's hand shot out, pinching Izuku's side.
"Shut up, Deku. I was *not* drifting off." His red eyes burned with mock offense, but the way his fingers lingered on Izuku's skin betrayed him.
Izuku yelped, twisting away with a laugh. "Liar! You were snoring like a chainsaw by the second act!" He rolled onto his back, stretching his arms above his head. The sheets slid down his chest, revealing the faint freckles that dotted his skin—a contrast to the toned muscles earned from years of training.
"I love you, guys" Shoto said.
He was lying on his side, his head resting on Izuku's chest. His fingers traced idle patterns on Izuku's stomach, his touch light and soothing. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of the city outside the window. The moonlight spilled across the bed, casting long shadows that danced across their tangled limbs.
Katsuki, still sprawled beside them, let out a low, satisfied sigh. His fingers were tangled in Izuku's hair, his touch possessive even in relaxation. "Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, though there was no real heat in his words.
"Love you too."
The words hung in the air, heavy and real, despite the playful tone. Katsuki never said it easily, but when he did, it always felt like a victory. Izuku's fingers tightened in Katsuki's hair, pulling him closer for a slow, lingering kiss. Shoto watched them with those mismatched eyes, his expression soft in a way that only appeared when they were like this—vulnerable, unguarded.
Izuku broke the kiss first, his lips curving into a lazy smile.