Suite Dreams [NSFW] [Dekubakawks]

A belated happy birthday to the one and only Hawks, whose birthday I didn't know was happening until it had passed (cries)

This is pretty much just shameless smut

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“So what’s this about?” Keigo asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

“You keep telling me how much fun my rookies are,” Enji shrugged, pacing off ahead and letting Keigo hurry to catch up. “So I gave them the day off.”

“Okay?” Keigo’s smile faded a little, eyebrows knitting together. “And?”

Enji didn’t bother to answer, just pulled a key from his pocket and held it up, nodding toward the front door of the fancy hotel Keigo could never bring himself to fork out for.

“Happy birthday,” he grumbled, tossing the key into Keigo’s hands. “Have fun.”

“What?” Keigo asked, blinking at him for a second before he looked down at the key. “You got me a hotel room?”

Enji nodded, just once, and Keigo broke into a wide smile again, resisting the urge to throw his arms around Enji for a hug – he didn’t need to deal with burns on his birthday.

“They insisted it was a good idea,” Enji explained awkwardly. “That you three could hang out in the pool and the outdoor bath, order room service, all that kind of thing.”

“It’s a great idea!” Keigo assured him, beaming. “Thank you!”

“Enjoy.”

“I will!”

He waved eagerly as Enji made himself scarce, then glanced again at the key in his hand, the room number printed on the front. It was right up at the top of the building, where they’d have a view of the spacious park around the building, and it had to have cost an absolute fortune. Maybe they really were friends, if he was willing to spend a bunch of money on him for his birthday, and willing to let his newest sidekicks have a day off to hang out with him.

He smiled at the receptionist as he walked in, heading for the elevators off to one side, and showed himself up like he owned the place. It all seemed pretty normal until he opened the door to the suite, an unfamiliar man turning around to bow to him as he entered.

“Sorry, did I get the wrong room?” he asked awkwardly, taking a step back. “I uh, I’ll go and-”

“Not at all, Mister Hawks. Please, come in. And happy birthday.”

Slowly, he closed the door behind himself, running his eyes from head to toe and back again over the older man in a pristine dark suit.

“Can I offer you a glass of champagne?” he asked, holding up a bottle. “Or a glass of whiskey? Or maybe you’d prefer a beer?”

“Champagne would be great,” he agreed, glancing around the huge, empty suite. “Um, I think I was supposed to be meeting someone here?”

“Of course, Sir. Mister Bakugou and Mister Midoriya are in the master bedroom, they decided to watch a movie while they waited.” He handed over the glass, bowing again when Keigo accepted. “As soon as you’re settled in, I’ll give you all your privacy.”

“Oh. Okay, um, thank you.”

“Have you eaten? Would you like anything to snack on?”

“No, that’s okay,” Keigo assured him. “I had a little birthday lunch with some of my sidekicks earlier, so I’m good.”

“Excellent. Is there anything else I can do for you this afternoon?”

“No, I think I’m good, but thank you very much.”

“My pleasure. If you change your mind, just place a call to reception and I’ll be back right away. Otherwise, please enjoy your stay!”

“Thank you!”

He waved as the man left, bowing one last time at the door, then breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t nearly rich enough to be comfortable in the presence of a butler, that was just too weird.

With another sip of champagne he set out to explore the suite, to find the bedroom where Izuku and Katsuki were hanging out. He’d loved the pair from the moment they first met, back when they were just doing their work studies in high school. Keigo hadn’t gotten many opportunities to act like a kid, growing up, and hanging out with Enji’s kids and interns was the first time he’d ever really come close to feeling youthful.

“Shut up!” Katsuki hissed, his voice barely a whisper beyond the thick bedroom door. “He’s coming, get it together!”

With a little smile, Keigo knocked on the door, cracking it open to peek inside.

“Hey, is everything okay in- Oh.”

Izuku’s cheeks were flushed bright red, eyes downcast, and Keigo could only stare in awe at the tiny lingerie set covered in lace and feathers.

“Oh,” he repeated, eyes widening. “You’re... Wow.”

“I told you he’d think it was weird,” Izuku whispered, shooting a quick glare across the bed. “Why did I let you talk me into this?”

“Oh, he’s very into it,” Katsuki smirked, eyes roaming down to Keigo’s pants. “Happy birthday.”

Keigo almost choked on his own spit when he looked over, finding Katsuki bare-ass naked except for a paper bucket strategically positioned over his crotch.

“See?” Katsuki teased. “What a perv.”

He fished in his bucket, pulling out a piece of fried chicken, and Keigo just stared, dumbfounded, as he took a bite.

“Nerd said chicken is your favourite,” Katsuki explained. “You want a little snack before we get to your birthday present?”

Keigo grinned, marching over to his side of the bed and leaning in, watching Katsuki turn bright red when his tongue darted out to lick a crumb off the pink lips.

“Tasty.”

Katsuki’s usual brash, boisterous attitude was gone in an instant, replaced by an almost demure shyness, and Keigo couldn’t help but want to tear him apart.

“Best birthday ever,” he said softly, leaning over to reach Izuku’s feathery little bralette. “You two spoil me.”

“We didn’t uh... Read the room wrong?”

“Not in the slightest,” Keigo assured him, running a fingertip over a lacy shoulder strap. “I’ve been dreaming about this for ages. It was never this good in my head, though.”

“Yeah?” Izuku smiled shyly. “It’s not too weird?”

“Not at all,” Keigo assured him, raking his eyes again over the taut, muscled body framed by pretty red lingerie. “You look so sexy.”

“Thank you?” he squeaked. “Do you want to... unwrap m-me?”

“Hell yes.”

Katsuki sat up against the pillows to watch the show, and Keigo grinned at him, flicking the bucket lightly.

“Don’t tell me you cut a hole in the bottom,” he teased.

“Thought about it,” Katsuki smirked right back. “Figured chicken grease probably isn’t the best lube.”

“Tasty though, could have had some fun licking you clean.”

“Shit. Let me go find a knife.”

Keigo laughed, pressing him back down lightly when he started to move, and shaking his head.

“Too late. Poor thing. Maybe next time.”

Katsuki pouted a little, but made no move to try leaving again, instead offering Keigo a piece of chicken from his bucket.

“Snack?” he prompted. “Shouldn’t fuck around on an empty stomach.”

Keigo nudged his way in between them, dragging Izuku into his side for a hug, but pulling a face when he felt the chilly skin press against his.

“Shit you’re cold,” he complained, grabbing the blankets from beneath them and pulling them up to Izuku’s waist. “I appreciate the effort, and you look sexy as hell, but at least stay warm!”

“He insisted we shouldn’t turn the heating up because we’d get sweaty later,” Katsuki explained, snorting. “I’m not the only stubborn one in this room.”

Keigo tightened his grip around Izuku’s shoulders, pulling him in close and curling a bright red wing around him to match, then planting a kiss on his messy curls. Izuku giggled sweetly, still blushing, and Keigo just grinned back, stroking a scarred shoulder gently.

“You get in here too,” he demanded, when he caught Katsuki’s eye. “I refuse to fuck you without a little foreplay first, and that involves cuddling.”

“Pretty sure that’s the after play for most people,” Katsuki grumbled, leaning in all the same. “But whatever, fine.”

Keigo took a piece of chicken from the bucket, offering one to Izuku too, and together they sat in silence, munching on chicken in their little snuggle pile, Izuku slowly leeching Keigo’s body heat.

When the bucket was empty, Keigo flicked it away, smirking when Katsuki flushed bright red at the sudden exposure.

“Well, look at you.” He ran a hand over Katsuki’s pale thigh, gently trailing his nails along soft skin. “You get yourself all cleaned up just for me? Talk about happy birthday to me.”

“Yeah right, you’re not special,” Katsuki huffed, looking away. “I’m always... clean.”

“He got it done professionally though,” Izuku whispered in Keigo’s ear. “He normally does it at home, but he went and got it done properly for you.”

“Shut up, nerd.”

“Aww,” Keigo grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You look very pretty.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t be mean, it’s my birthday.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but a tiny laugh escaped him all the same, betraying his carefully controlled expression.

He slid his hand forward a little, exploring the smooth expanse of skin, and Katsuki bit down on his lip when the warm touch trailed across the base of his dick. His breath hitched, hips bucking up slightly, and Keigo grinned at his enthusiasm, closing his hand around the shaft lightly and making him moan.

“Patience,” Keigo whispered, breath tickling Katsuki’s ear. “Gotta unwrap my present first.”

“Asshole.”

“Yes, I’ll get to that.”

“Who says you get to be on top?” Katsuki growled, eyebrows dropping. “We didn’t discuss that.”

“But it’s my birthday.”

“Fine,” Katsuki huffed. “Only because it’s your birthday.”

“He likes bottoming,” Izuku whispered. “He just likes being stubborn more.”

“Shut up, nerd!”

Katsuki rolled over top of Keigo, landing on top of Izuku’s snuggly, comfortable body, and Izuku squawked when Katsuki began to tickle him. He wriggled and writhed, wracked by laughter and whines, but Katsuki didn’t let up, keeping him pinned to the mattress as he continued his reign of tickle terror.

“Alright, alright,” Keigo laughed, plucking him off easily. “You’ll get your attention soon enough, don’t steal my turn with Izuku.”

“Don’t you ignore me,” Katsuki smirked, wrapping his legs around Keigo’s waist stubbornly. “Maybe I want my turn first.”

“Then you should have put a bow on your cock instead of just chicken. Izuku needs unwrapping.”

“Then you’re gonna have to let me help.”

“Fine,” Keigo laughed. “Needy brat.”

He laced his fingers in Katsuki’s hair, dragging him down for a kiss, pleased to see the scarlet eyes go wide in response, awestruck.

“The chicken was great, for the record,” he whispered, right in Katsuki’s ear. “Don’t ever change.”

“Couldn’t if I tried.”

He lifted Katsuki off, dumping him on the other side of the bed, and Izuku squeaked when they sandwiched him in, overwhelmed by the pair of hot blonds suddenly eyeing him up like he was a piece of meat.

“Sh-shouldn’t we stri- um, unwrap? Hawks first?” he suggested, fingers curling into Keigo’s shirt.

“Fair point,” Katsuki agreed, biting at Keigo’s neck lightly. “Let us see those abs, bird boy.”

Keigo chuckled, but he sat up a little all the same, shedding enough feathers to let Izuku peel his shirt off carefully, before they re-gathered at his back. He knew if Katsuki had been the one to take charge, his shirt would have been in shreds on the carpet rather than carefully navigated over the bases of his wings, so he rewarded Izuku with a quick little kiss, grinning when he got a dazed, dopey smile in return.

“Such a good boy,” he praised, trailing kisses down Izuku’s neck. “So patient, unlike your boyfriend over here.”

“Kacchan is always in a rush,” Izuku giggled, squirming a little as the kisses reached the base of his neck. “It’s cute sometimes.”

A weight hit Keigo in the side, and he found himself staring up at a sharp-toothed smile, flat on his back with Katsuki pinning him down.

“Patience is over-rated,” he sneered, one hand gripping the front of Keigo’s sweatpants. “Hurry up and get to the good part.”

With one quick yank Keigo’s pants tore away from his legs, and Izuku groaned as he buried his face in Keigo’s shoulder.

“Kacchan,” he sighed. “Stop wrecking people’s clothes with your impatience.”

“You mean this has happened before?” Keigo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Too many times.”

“And here I thought I was special.”

“Oh, you are,” Izuku grinned, peeking up at him fondly. “But Kacchan’s intolerance for belts is unrelated.”

“I’m not even wearing one.”

“Should’ve told me that thirty seconds ago, then,” Katsuki snorted. “I’ll send the butler out to buy you some new pants later.”

“I can’t believe we had a butler.”

“He came with the room, Endeavour didn’t fork out extra or anything.”

“Please don’t talk about him when we’re lying naked in bed.”

“Point taken.”

As if to prove a point, Katsuki stripped off Keigo’s boxers painfully slowly, keeping eye contact the entire time even though Izuku watched eagerly for the big reveal.

“Nice,” he whispered, when Keigo’s painfully swollen dick sprung free.

“Thanks,” Keigo laughed. “I swear I’ll unwrap my gift as soon as this needy little brat gives me a minute.”

“Take your time!”

Katsuki finally ceded, rolling off to let Keigo free, and Keigo thanked him with a quick kiss before he turned his attention back to Izuku.

Feathers in an array of red and orange hues covered his cute little outfit, curling around his pecs and thighs so perfectly that Keigo was almost afraid to touch. The base beneath was lined with lace, all dainty and intricate, and Keigo couldn’t seem to take his eyes off it.

“Perfect,” he whispered, kissing the hem of the little panties, already straining at the seams. “Did you buy this especially for me?”

“Kacchan picked it out,” he admitted. “He thought you’d like the feathers.”

“Marking him,” Katsuki explained, watching Keigo’s grin stretch wider. “And he looks good in red.”

“He does,” Keigo agreed, slipping a hand under Izuku’s body to find the clasp. “Only one thing that could make it better.”

“Seeing them on the floor?” Katsuki snorted. “Cheesy.”

“If they were my feathers,” Keigo corrected him. “Really mark you as mine.”

“All yours,” Izuku promised breathlessly, pausing for a second. “And Kacchan’s.”

“Damn right, nerd.”

Keigo just grinned knowingly, gently slipping the top half of the set down to reveal pert, strong pec muscles, his thumbs brushing over hard nipples and making Izuku gasp.

“Such a pretty present,” he hummed quietly. “Wrapped up so nice for me.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Keep it safe for my next birthday,” Keigo requested. “You can reuse the wrapping paper.”

“Or, like, Thursday,” Katsuki suggested. “Or next week, or next month, or...”

“Kacchan is telling you we want to make this a regular event,” Izuku laughed, nuzzling into Keigo’s neck when he leaned in close enough. “If you want to, that is.”

“We’ll have the whole polyamory talk later,” Katsuki brushed it off. “For now I want you to hurry up and fuck me.”

“Suddenly he’s eager to be on the bottom.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“Excuse me a moment,” Keigo said softly, kissing Izuku’s cheek. “The brat is demanding my attention again.”

“I understand,” Izuku giggled. “He can be very loud when he wants attention.”

To both of their surprise, Keigo climbed all the way off the bed this time, dick hanging swollen and heavy between his legs as he reached for his all-but-destroyed pants. Before Katsuki could register what was going on, Keigo was taking both his hands, binding his wrists together firmly with the stretchy sweatpant strands.

“Really funny, asshole,” Katsuki huffed, his cheeks colouring a little all the same. “Come on, get to the fucking.”

“So noisy,” Keigo sighed, gently placing his hand over Katsuki’s mouth. “At this rate I might have to gag you as well.”

“Haah?!”

“Do you so desperately need my cock in your mouth that you can’t even give me two minutes to appreciate the pretty outfit you picked out for Izuku to wear today?”

He expected protests, but Katsuki’s eyes opened wide, and he swallowed hard as he stared up at Keigo’s face.

“You do,” Keigo smirked. “I should’ve known.”

“He’s really good,” Izuku offered, grinning. “He gives the best blowjobs.”

“Yeah?”

“Obviously,” Katsuki huffed, looking away from them both. “I’m the best at everything I do.”

“You just gonna chat about it or are you gonna prove it?”

Katsuki’s eyes flashed with the challenge, and then he was sliding down the bed, slotting himself underneath Keigo to lick at his cock.

“There’s my good boy,” Keigo sang, stroking Katsuki’s hair. “Show me how good you are while I finish unwrapping my present, that should keep you busy.”

Katsuki glared at him, but he didn’t bother to argue, letting Keigo get himself comfortable straddling Izuku, then positioning himself in between.

Keigo returned to lavishing attention on Izuku, admiring every little curve of the scalloped lace as it pulled away from Izuku’s body. They left behind pretty shadows under the dimmed bedroom lights, the patterns magnifying as the fabric lifted off, and Keigo paused for a moment to brush his thumbs over a freckled chest.

“Beautiful,” he praised. “You’ve gotten so broad, how much are you benching now?”

Katsuki snorted around his dick, pulling off before his laughter made him choke, but Keigo just ruffled his hair fondly, pulling him back on before he could make any snide jokes.

“It’s nothing special,” Izuku mumbled, ducking his gaze. “Sorry about the scars.”

Katsuki growled, but Keigo beat him to the punch, already kissing the old, mottled one on Izuku’s arm.

“They’re sexy,” Keigo told him, and meant it. “Such a strong, capable hero. Sexy as fuck.”

Izuku whined when Keigo nipped at his neck again, hips darting up, jostling Katsuki in the process and making him sink unexpectedly low onto Keigo’s cock. He choked a little, swallowing hard, and Keigo lost a moan of his own, dropping his weight a little to sink even deeper.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he gasped, as Izuku tipped his head to watch the show. “You feel good, Katsuki. Good boy. Keep it up.”

Katsuki growled again, the vibrations shooting straight up Keigo’s spine, and he moaned once more, tangling his fingers in Katsuki’s hair to feel him moving.

“Feels so good,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss Izuku, their tongues finding each other this time.

“He always does,” Izuku agreed, muffled by Keigo’s lips. “You feel good too.”

“Mm, m’glad.”

Katsuki swallowed hard, dragging Keigo’s attention back to him, and Keigo couldn’t help but crack a smile as he tightened his grip, pulling Katsuki’s hair a little to make him move faster.

“Panties,” he murmured, already debating which hand to use – release Katsuki from his grip, or risk face-planting by moving the one bracing him against the mattress? “Wanna take them off you.”

“Go ahead,” Izuku smiled, shifting his hips a little and letting Keigo see the bulge threatening to break through. “Kacchan likes to tear them off, as you probably guessed. You can too, if you want.”

“But then you won’t wear them for me again.”

“I’ll find another set. A better one.”

“Yeah?”

“I promise.”

Keigo didn’t bother to free up a hand. Instead, two feathers parted from the mass behind him, and Izuku watched in awe as they each made two short, precise slashes through the lace, letting it collapse around him and free his aching dick.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he whispered, eyes shining. “Your quirk is so cool.”

“Tell me more,” Keigo teased. “You like it when I use my quirk?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Should’ve known, you cute little fanboy.”

“So much control,” Izuku gushed. “You didn’t even touch my skin, let alone cut it, and yet you- Ow!”

Keigo looked down to see Katsuki scowling around him, the impact entirely ruined by the cock between his lips. His bound hands were lifted, jammed into place to pinch Izuku’s thigh, and Keigo couldn’t help but laugh.

“You don’t like the fanboying?” he teased. “Or you just don’t like when it’s not at you?”

His eyebrows dropped even lower, his hands shifting to reach for Keigo instead, but two feathers quickly pushed them back down, pinning them to his chest.

“Be good,” Keigo reminded him. “I’ll fuck you soon, just be a little patient.”

Katsuki froze at that, annoyance forgotten as his eyes shot open wide, his throat squeezing slightly as he swallowed hard. Keigo just smirked, and Izuku grinned at them both, reaching for Keigo for another kiss.

“Should’ve done this months ago,” he murmured into Keigo’s lips. “Didn’t know you’d be on board so quickly.”

“Fuck yeah I am, look at you two.”

“Says you,” Izuku chuckled. “Sexiest Hero in Japan for three years running?”

“Only because you two are still rookies,” Keigo teased. “I’ll have some competition next year.”

“Yeah right,” Izuku grinned. “But thanks.”

“What do you think, should we be nice and fuck him now that he’s behaving himself?”

“That sounds fun.”

Katsuki’s eyes lit up, and Keigo pulled out of his mouth with a smirk, drool dribbling onto the sheets that Katsuki couldn’t wipe away with his hands still bound and pinned down.

“So messy,” he teased. “Already drooling for us, huh?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Aww, don’t ruin that pretty mouth now.”

“Cut it out.”

“No praise kink, noted.”

Izuku laughed brightly, but Katsuki just glared at them both, refusing to justify it with an answer.

“Kacchan likes being pushed around,” Izuku filled him in. “The praise makes him cranky, but I think he needs it anyway sometimes, just so he feels loved.”

“Stop talking.”

“No, no, keep going,” Keigo grinned, sitting back a little and getting comfy. “Let me in on all the dirty little secrets.”

“Fucking do not.”

Izuku wrapped a hand around Katsuki’s throat, pressing just slightly, and Katsuki immediately fell still, his protests disappearing completely.

“If he gets too annoying, this usually works,” Izuku explained, cupping Katsuki’s jaw lightly. “The collar works better, but I didn’t think to bring it.”

“Good to know,” Keigo smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to the soft lips, slightly swollen from Keigo’s dick between them. “You’re so cute when you’re quiet.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows dropped a little, but Izuku tightened his grip slightly and no protests came out.

“I’m gonna buy you such a pretty collar,” Keigo promised, kissing along the line where Izuku’s hand met Katsuki’s neck. “I bet you look so sexy in one.”

“He does,” Izuku confirmed, loosening his grip a little to let Katsuki move. “God I’d love to just keep him in one all the time, if only he didn’t have to go out and be a hero.”

“We’ll have to coordinate our vacation days some time,” Keigo grinned. “We can go somewhere remote and quiet, have him all cute and collared for a whole week.”

“That sounds like a dream come true.”

“Would you like that, Katsuki?” Keigo teased, watching his expression twist into a scowl again. “You look at me like that, but I bet you’d love it. Being a good, sweet boy for us, letting us fuck you whenever we please, just taking it like a good little whore. Sounds like your dream come true, not just Izuku’s. You wanna sit on my cock and show me how bad you want it?”

“If you want me to ride you just tell me to ride you,” Katsuki huffed.

“Tell you?” Keigo echoed. “Not, you know, ask you?”

“Shut up.”

“Knew it,” Keigo smirked. “Come on then, grumpy, come ride the birthday boy.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Keigo reached out, smoothing out the creases between Katsuki’s eyebrows. “Honesty time, Katsuki. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuckin’ obviously,” Katsuki snorted, already rolling over to lever himself up, hands still bound and unable to help him. “I’m gonna ride the shit out of you while I watch you and Deku make out, gonna be hot as fuck.”

“You are, are you?” Keigo chuckled. “This is news to me.”

“Lie down and get comfy, asshole.”

“C’mere,” Izuku instructed, reaching for a bottle of lube. “I’ll open you up so he fits.”

“What, no tongue today?”

Izuku chuckled, and Keigo raised an eyebrow at him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to their brand of romance, but it was certainly entertaining.

“Fine,” Izuku agreed. “Hawks, lie down for me?”

“Keigo is fine, you know.”

“Not likely,” Katsuki snorted. “Hero names make him horny.”

“Oh?” Keigo grinned. “Good to know.”

He lay down all the same, ignoring the way freckles disappeared beneath a bright red glow, and Katsuki didn’t hesitate to crawl over the top, biting and sucking at Keigo’s neck until he could feel a bruise starting to form.

Over the fluffy blond head, between gasping breaths Katsuki’s teeth drew out of him, Keigo had a perfect view of Izuku getting himself set up, leaning in to run his tongue over Katsuki’s hole. Katsuki’s breath hitched as it made contact, but he continued sucking all the same, determined to leave a nice dark bruise on Keigo’s neck for him to have to explain in the morning.

As much as he wanted to watch the little show, the moment Katsuki’s lips met his, he forgot all about keeping his eyes open. He’d had the occasional sloppy make-out session in a bar, sure, and a couple of one night stands after a bit too much to drink, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever had someone put so much enthusiasm into it. Katsuki was so eager, so desperate for his touch, and Keigo had no problem giving it to him, one hand sliding up strong back muscles and squeezing hard, the other tangling in blond spikes and clinging tightly even though he knew it was probably hurting Katsuki a little.

“Fuck,” Katsuki hissed, when they broke apart for a second. “Feels so good.”

“More,” Keigo demanded, pulling him closer again. “Don’t stop.”

“You guys are making me jealous,” Izuku teased, before diving back in with vigour.

“You’ll get a turn soon,” Katsuki promised. “When he sticks his dick in me.”

“Soon,” Izuku promised, working his fingers into Katsuki’s hole. “You’re feeling pretty good, did you stretch yourself this morning?”

“Shut up.”

“I knew it.”

“You little slut,” Keigo snorted. “Couldn’t even wait a few hours?”

“Fuck no, and make this part take forever?”

“Hot.”

“Loser,” Katsuki scoffed, smiling all the same. “You’re as bad as the nerd.”

“Good.”

Izuku reached for a box of tissues, wiping off his hand, then swiped the last of Keigo’s champagne from the side table, looking him dead in the eye as he finished off the glass. Keigo just laughed at him, and at Katsuki’s over-eager face, as he sat up and started readying himself to ride Keigo silly.

“You gonna do all the work while I sit back and relax?” Keigo teased.

“If you want,” Katsuki agreed, surprising Keigo and Izuku both. “Deku, got water?”

“I’ll go grab you one,” Izuku offered, gently pushing Katsuki’s hair back from his sweaty forehead and replacing it with a kiss. “Start without me, but don’t finish. I wanna see that part.”

“Deal.”

“Hawks?” Izuku prompted, running his thumb over the red mark on Keigo’s neck. “Water? Wine? Anything?”

“Water would be great.”

“You got it.”

He disappeared to grab a couple of bottles, and by the time he returned, Katsuki was halfway down Keigo’s cock, the room silent other than both of them breathing heavily as they tried to stay composed.

“Hot,” Izuku said with a grin, crawling up beside them . “Kacchan, drink.”

Katsuki bottomed out with a groan, pausing for a second before he reached out his shaky hands, not even protesting when Izuku helped him open a bottle and get it to his mouth. He took a few long gulps, then nodded his thanks, letting Izuku take it away while he wiggled a little to settle himself.

Izuku turned to Keigo next, offering him an ice-cold bottle, and Keigo accepted gratefully. He drained half the bottle in one go, and Izuku smiled encouragingly, nodding when their eyes met.

“Finish it off,” he said knowingly. “I brought spares.”

“Thank you.”

He finished it in a few more gulps, letting Izuku take back the bottle to deal with later, and Katsuki took a long, deep breath.

“Okay, I’m ready,” he said firmly. “You ready, H- Um, Keigo?”

“Ready,” Keigo agreed, smile stretching wider at Katsuki’s awkwardness. “Excited.”

“Dork,” Katsuki snorted, a little smile tugging at his own lips all the same. “Deku, kiss him so he doesn’t stare.”

“Oh, no, I’m absolutely gonna stare,” Keigo grinned. “But I’ll gladly take the kisses too.”

Izuku laughed, shuffling a little closer to get in place, and soon all Keigo could think about was the smooth strokes up and down his cock, squeezing perfectly on the way up and driving down hard, his own hips bucking up a little every time in response. The warm, soft lips against his kept him too distracted to watch it happen, his eyes closed to relish the endless fountain of sensations and emotions that came with it.

His hand roamed up Izuku’s back, feeling its way along his spine, and Izuku shivered, cupping his hand around the back of Keigo’s neck to pull him closer, firmer, deeper.

“Fuck,” Keigo breathed, already searching for him again the moment their lips parted. “Come back here.”

Izuku chuckled, but obeyed, adjusting a little to get himself comfy before he dove straight back in.

By the time he managed to crack his eyes open, Keigo was ready to burst, his body all but numb as every ounce of blood flooded straight into his cock, ready to fill Katsuki up. Through heavy eyelids, though, he saw a strong hand jerking itself as he moved up and down, trying frantically to time his release with Keigo’s. With what little sensation he had, he felt Izuku bucking against his thigh, his hot, thick dick finding friction against him as they kissed sloppily.

In the end, it was enough to tip him over the edge, to start the chain reaction that left the bed soaked in their mess. He spilled into Katsuki without even a warning, his cum going everywhere when Katsuki continued at his rough pace regardless. When Izuku felt it, he came with a moan, his desperate humping slowing to a stop as hot liquid trickled down Keigo’s leg. And finally, Katsuki bottomed out one last time, shooting cum all over Keigo’s chest and stomach, his bound hands landing in it as he fell forward to brace himself.

For a moment they were silent, just breathing heavily as they tried to get their lungs back under control, until Katsuki hauled himself off Keigo’s limp cock with trembling legs.

“Can you take these stupid things off me now?” he asked breathlessly, holding up his wrists in their fabric confines. “They’re getting really fucking annoying.”

“Sorry,” Keigo laughed quietly, waving his hand slightly and sending two feathers flying his way, easily slicing through his bindings. “It was just too fun watching you deal with it.”

“Jerk,” Katsuki huffed, lying down beside him all the same. “I knew you were a sadist.”

“And I knew you’d love it.”

Izuku curled into Keigo’s side, sighing contentedly when a soft wing wrapped around him again, and Keigo yanked Katsuki in stubbornly, wrapping him up to match. To his surprise, Katsuki didn’t even pretend to complain, just laid his cheek on Keigo’s chest and closed his eyes.

“They have a bowling alley here,” he mumbled, already halfway to sleep. “In a hotel. Rich fuckers. We should go play, later.”

“Sure,” Keigo laughed. “Have a nap with me, then we’ll go explore this fancy hotel. It’s the least we can do after Enji spent so much money on it.”

“Better find you some pants first.”

“That would help too,” Keigo agreed. “We’ll deal with it later.”

“Yeah, later.” Katsuki yawned. “G’night.”

“Goodnight,” Izuku mumbled back, finding Katsuki’s hand to hold atop Keigo’s stomach.

Keigo smiled at them both, at the gross sheets beneath them, in the ridiculously fancy room, paid for by the pair’s boss, who he was pretty sure had no clue why they’d chosen to go with a hotel.

“Thanks,” he said softly. “Sweet dreams.”