Peephole

Sero is actually the one who notices the hole in Bakugou’s floor first. It‘s just a hole in one of the wooden floorboards, and happens to go through into the vent that supplies air conditioning to Shouto’s room.  Like, you can see through it.

It’s not the best view or anything, and Bakugou claims he doesn’t even care, that he’ll report it to the school and have them repair it.  Except that before he can do that, they’re all sitting up there one evening to try out Kaminari’s new video game (it was originally supposed to be a study meeting, but screw that) when they hear faint but distinctive moaning.  Someone gets up the guts to look down there, and sure enough, Shouto is on the bed, his uniform shirt unbuttoned, working what is clearly a new fleshlight up and down his cock.    

“Wow, holy shit,” Denki says very eloquently, as the boys crowd around the hole. “Shouto is hung.” 

“We knew that already. It’s not like we’ve not seen him naked before,” counters Sero, but they all know it’s different. They’ve never seen him hard before, that’s making a significant difference.   

“Should we really be watching this?” Eijirou asks.   

“Not like all of us haven’t thought about it before,” Denki murmurs, already palming himself through his pants. 

“Todoroki is as pretty as a girl.” There’s a moment of silence in agreement with that statement.  

“I think you’re all fucking perverts and I should beat you within an inch of your life,” Bakugou growls. He’s the only one still sitting in front of the game, but Sero only raises a brow at him.

“Big talk for a guy who’s soaking through his boxers right now,” and Katsuki gives himself away by looking down.  

“Oh fuck you. You’re worse than Mineta.”  

“Nobody’s worse than Mineta. Besides, a guy who owns a fancy fleshlight like that is probably a total perv. He’d get off on being watched.”   

Katsuki looks like he wants to make another argument, but then Denki pulls out his own cock and grunts as he starts to jerk off, eyes fixed on the hole.  Their gazes flicker over him in sync, and Sero shrugs before doing the same.

Eijirou bites his lip, but his cock is tenting the front of his pants, and he breaks down with a whine. When he pulls it out, the fat head drips a bead of precum onto the floor, right beside the hole, and they all suck in a breath.

Before he knows it, Katsuki has clambered close on his hands and knees, and his fingers itch to toy with the waistband of his boxers. He is soaking, and as they watch, Shouto moves from laying back on his bed to stacking pillows, then wedging the toy between them and mounting the whole thing, ass flexing as he fucks down into it.   

“Shit,” Denki whines, bucking into his fist. “I want him to fuck me like that. I want him to hold me down and just fuck me stupid.”  Their collective breathing is rough now, ragged with lust.  

“I’ve thought about s-sucking his cock before,” Eijirou says, voice low and breathy.  Katsuki silently slides his fingers into his underwear, biting back a groan of relief as he starts massaging his dick. He’s harder than he’s ever been, and it would be impressive if it didn’t feel so wrong.

The rest of them are watching Eijirou, and he’s watching Shouto, one hand drifting up to pinch and play with his nipple through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.   

“I mean, I know my teeth are all wrong for it, but I smelled him once when he was passing by and I can’t stop thinking about it. The way he’d taste so fucking manly, how he’d stretch out the back of my throat...put one hand in my hair and fuck my face. Tell me in that sexy voice of his how good my mouth feels.”  

Their hands are all moving a little faster, now.

“I’d kill for just a handjob. His hands are so soft—rich boy shit, y’know? I bet he moisturizes them or something, that’s how smooth they are. And his fingers are long and perfect...shiiit, imagine him fingering you during a blowjob,” Sero moans, and Katsuki’s fingers work double-time at that. Biting his lower lip, he slips one inside, seeking out the sore spot in the front that aches when he rubs it, but only in the best way.  They’re all darting glances at each other now, shy but curious. 

Below them, Shouto is still fucking the fleshlight hard, his hips starting to speed up. Is he getting close?   It really is so much fun to watch. Sero’s cock is long and curves up towards his belly, and Denki’s is smaller, but shaped in such a pretty way and flushed cherry pink at the tip. Eijirou’s is thick, fat in a shocking and lewd way, like he’d split open anyone he fucked with it. Each of them is stroking it in the way they like best, and Katsuki licks his lips as he watches each of them, then watches Shouto again.  

“What about you, Katsuki?” Eijirou asks, and all their eyes turn to him.  

“Your turn to share, man,” Sero prompts, and Katsuki wants to curse him. But dammit, fair is fair.   

“I—fuck, I want to just..sit him down in a chair or something and ride him. Let his cock split me open an inch at a time as I go down on it.” The words almost sound like someone else is saying them, but once he’s started, he can’t stop. “I want to see the look on his stupid face when he realizes how good my cunt is. Gonna see a real expression then, no more of that blank shit. I want him to moan, and beg, and fuck—fuck, I want him to cum in me. I wanna see his cock stretch out the front of my stomach and I want him to cum in me so hard and deep—breed me. I bet it’s so fucking hot when he does it, I bet it burns, and I’m gonna make him watch it drip out of me.”  

Apparently, that hits pretty close to home on Denki’s list of kinks, because he stuffs the edge of his fist into his mouth and cums on the floor. His hips thrust and stutter, and his cock pours out a surprising amount, sticky ropes of it on the floorboards as he squeezes out the last few drops and collapses back onto his heels.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum,” Eijirou murmurs, voice thick as he grunts and points his own cock down at the floor. It pulses magnificently, twitching under his hand as he spends, and the bitter scent of cum fills the air. God, he’s gorgeous when he cums, chest heaving and face flushed.

As if on cue, Shouto’s faint moans grow louder, and they all look down through the hole again as he pulls out of his fleshlight and starts jacking off onto the pillow. It doesn’t take more than a few strokes, and he cums hard all over the pillow case. He jerks, body shuddering and arching, and his head falls back while his lips curl around a moan. He’s gorgeous, more beautiful than any of them, and Katsuki swears he sees a trail of steam wafting off his skin as he spends through his fist. 

When it finishes, he blinks his eyes open, and they’re so stunningly blue that for a split second, Katsuki imagines Shouto is looking up at him. It’s impossible; the hole is barely big enough for his thumb, and there’s no way Shouto would notice unless he was looking for it.  But the surprise is enough.

The fear and delight at the thought of Shouto knowing somehow, catching Katsuki with his hand jammed down his pants and frantically masturbating to the sight of him—fuck, it sends him over the edge. His cock swells so hard he wants to scream, biting his lower lip ragged as he pumps his fingers into himself with a lewd sound. Then something else catches, fingers magnetized to that spot until he’s rubbing it frantically and wetness starts to slide out around his hand. Sobbing, he arches his back and strains his hips to the floor, shaking on his hands and knees until he hears the gushing sound of his squirt hitting the floor. Once, twice, and then everything is blissfully white, and he presses his forehead against the floorboards and watches the puddle trickle along.

“Fuck, I didn’t know you could squirt—“ It’s Sero, his voice breathy as he pumps his cock, clearly at his own edge. “Owe us a fucking show, man. You never showed us your dick, and we showed you ours.” Eijirou looks nervous, but Denki gives a nod, then leans down and flicks the tip of his tongue playfully over Sero’s cockhead. He wasn’t expecting it, and cums hard, shooting all over the floor in a sticky, wet mess.   

They’re all awful perverts.

Downstairs, Shouto strips the pillow off his bed, and wonders if the idiots above him realize the hole in his ceiling carries sound, and he’s heard every word—and every moan. Maybe he’ll keep doing this, and see how long it takes them to figure it out.