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As of late Midoriya has recently been isolating himself in his room. Grouping up with his female classmates is a tad bit difficult especially with the way the dorms are set up. Albeit co-ed the boys are not allowed to fraternize with the girls, anymore, past dinner. As schedule dictates, following dinner is an allotted time to shower or bathe. It was allowed once when dorming was new but one incident by one (perverted) Mineta dashed their chances of such future experiences. So as it goes Midoriya is now only allotted a spend an hour or two with the girls because as he was told they too quite like to be alone without the presence of a boy around.
Isolation is not a new pastime to say the least. In actuality Midoriya quite enjoys to socialize but Katsuki makes it a little difficult for him to do so freely. But with him out like a light so early due to the training from earlier, Midoriya tip toes to the common area. It’s easy to pick up on who is currently occupying the space. Within earshot he can hear two voices that belong to Kaminari and Kirishima. Albeit it seems that Kirishima is close to either falling asleep or just waking up from a nap.
Sheepishly Midoriya enters the room by leaning against the door jamb of the open corridor. The energetically ecstatic boy notices him through the corner of his purview then manages to flash a smile while presumably waving him over.
“Midoriya, we thought you might come join us! Come on over, there’s some space on the couch.” Kaminari sounds joyful despite the redhead in the room seeming the exact opposite upon speaking.
They thought I would join them? What in the world does that mean? Okay, sure . We’ll see how this goes.
“Mm, Mm.. do.. riya’s here?” It isn’t so much as a disinterest or hateful tone but an intoned sort of indifference. The speech pattern is heavily slurred striking the green haired boy as inherently ..cute. Kaminari, on the other hand, is as electrically charged as his quirk. Almost seeming to vibrate at the fact that he is even in the same room as them.
Sluggishly Midoriya makes his way over to the couch to find a very tired Kirishima curled up with his knees almost pressed against his chest, eyes droopy, and a dazed expression glazed over his face. Similarly Kaminari is resting with a leg laying on the couch, elevating his leg on Kirishima’s hip while his other leg is angled to touch the inside of his opposite leg; it looks like the number four.
At odds with where exactly to sit Midoriya does not make a move out of fear that he will somehow offend them by sitting in-between their bodies. Another reason he does not move first is just in case this is a trap so should he need to make a break for it then at least he will be on his feet. A learned behavior.
“Eiji is a little tired but we were just talking about you actually!” And like an overexcited child the blonde pulls Midoriya down to sit by him, closer to him than to Kirishima. A faint blush climbs up his neck as Kaminari pulls him closer with both arms, tugging his back into his chest. The angle is definitely a bit awkward to say the least but Midoriya lets himself be manhandled.
Talking.. About me? For what reason...
“Shuddap Denki, might say something bad man.. You and your stupid mouth.” Albeit mumbled the words are clearly said with a threatening undertone which strikes Midoriya as odd. As he has never seen the redhead as anything but accommodating, polite and maybe rashly nice at times but nothing like right now. Odd but not entirely alarming, maybe it is just an act around friends. Truthfully Midoriya would not know so he relaxes into the grip. Passively his body goes slack and he allows Kaminari to pull him even closer to his chest. The newfound warmth spreads like wildfire which attacks his back and neck in no time.
It feels pleasant . Warm, inviting, dangerously nice.. he leans back in the touch to allow the blonde to slip his arm around his waist more comfortably. If he is rejected then he will back off. But it is just the opposite, Kaminari actually chuckles while squeezing his arms around his abdomen playfully. This makes Midoriya let out a small gasp and his hand covers his mouth for a second out of fleeting humiliation of his own reaction. Quickly, he opens his mouth before either of the two can get a word in edgewise about his stumble.
Are they bullies like him? I don’t know.. much.. about them. Can’t trust them.
“What about me?” It takes him a while to pull himself out of his head to ask, well whisper, the question. There is a tiny piece of him that would like to believe the talk was positive and nothing like what he assumes they would be saying some unfavorable things about him. The two are ‘friends’ with Kacchan after all. A hand that was previously resting on his hip moves up to roam his torso. Soon curious fingers trail up and down his ribcage forcing his breath to stop short in his chest. Casually Midoriya tries to track the patterns the electric quirk user is tracing into his skin but they are nonsensical.
“This one over here thinks you’re pretty .. uhh, manly .” Midoriya does not miss the way Kaminari’s foot moves to slowly trail down his friend’s thighs nor does he miss the cheeky way he pushes against Kirishima’s lower half. It almost seems like something he is not meant to see which leads him to look down at his unoccupied hands. They are sweating.
Do friends touch one another so personally? Kaminari feels nice but..
This comment earns Kaminari a resounding slap to his ankle which he jolts in reaction to. From actual pain or playfully Midoriya cannot figure but it makes it brings a tentative smile to his lips for a few seconds.
It seems pleasant to have friends you can joke around with.
“But Kirishima-san thinks everyone is quite manly. I think Kirishima-san is the manliest though.” Midoriya does not mean to talk about him in the third person, as if he weren’t there, but it flows best with the comment of Kaminari’s. It isn’t as if Kirishima is fully awake or aware either, right?
Wrong.
The second comment slips out before he can catch himself. Internally he clicks his tongue while waiting for a response from either of them. It takes several beats for sweat to trail down the back of his neck where Kaminari is breathing down.
It is tense as the air around him is beginning to slip away.
Only after Midoriya speaks the second comment do crimson eyes open fully. Any sleep embedded in his eyes having drifted away in a mere second.
“You.. what ?” The awe on Kirishima’s face rivals the amount of awe coating his words. Wide-eyed with a faint blush dusting his cheekbones, mouth open just slightly, teeth bared. A sheen of saliva coats his lower lip, tongue darting out to wet it absentmindedly. Midoriya gulps when his heart thumps irregularly in his chest in response.
Midoriya’s mind does not know how to react or act for that matter so he pauses to assess the situation. But with a lack of information at his disposal he chooses to wait on a response from either, some follow up words maybe.
Could he mad?
The pounding of his heartbeat is hammering in his chest and thudding in his ears now. Blood hurriedly rushing to his cheeks, neck, ears, and god down south as well. Why is he so nervous? Why is he turned on ? Kaminari laughs behind him as forearms wrap around his waist comfortably once more.
“Didn’t hear him, huh? Said you’re fucking manly, dumbass.” Kaminari whispers the words directly into Midoriya’s ear this time, making him desperately try to escape the warmth burning him up from the inside out. A shudder runs through his body as mischievous hands untangle in order to move further down his body. Seemingly restless hands still on top of his thighs making his legs instinctively shut. Suddenly the heat of his back in burning him up tenfold. It feels like fire.
What are they playing at?
Kirishima turns over from resting on his side in order pull himself up to sit upon his knees. Leaning forward onto his hands he stares at the green eyed wonder, just an impeccable few inches away from his lips. Framing and caging Midoriya between the two of them is intentional as Kirishima hovers. It becomes increasingly difficult to keep a neutral gaze as Kirishima makes eye contact with Kaminari for a split second, something Midoriya does not catch in his befuddled state.
Letting out a nervous huff of air, Midoriya rests a palm on Kirishima’s much too warm chest to keep him from getting any closer. The proximity of the both of them is resulting in a few confusing reactions to his body. There is a swell in his chest as if a weight is being placed on it. Out of bad habit Midoriya nibbles on his lower lip. In order to put space between him and Kirishima he unintentionally sinks himself back into Kaminari’s chest.
“Hey, you think I’m manly yeah?”
Is this a rhetorical question? It must be. How do I answer? Should I answer at all..?
Midoriya decides to nod feebly watching as Kirishima advances onto his body, sliding on his knees to place one perfectly against his inner thighs. The strength in his hand ebbs away as the scorching heat of having someone this close begins to heat his face up exponentially. His mind spins as he swears Kirishima purposely adjusts his knees to create unneeded but appreciated friction. Appreciated yet frustrating altogether. A whimper escapes his lips. His back arches leading his head to rest on Kaminari’s shoulder while a shudder overtakes his body.
“Am I manly too, hm Midoriya?” Kaminari whispers into his ear again his voice registering lower and breathier this time making Midoriya’s stomach feel weird. It jumps and wrings, souring his insides and tightening his chest. The tone is mellifluous and smooth walking a fine line between playful and happy. It is hard to tell or read the two given the situation or rather the circumstance. The lack of information hits his head like a slab of iron. Everything in him is screaming that maybe they aren’t as bad as he thought.
Even if remaining optimistic may land him in an even more tragic situation his hormones are telling him to continue. To neither fight or take flight, some sort of third option that his brain cannot think up at the moment. All his brain is thinking of is getting more friction, getting off in any way possible, and Kaminari’s hands squeezing at his inner thighs. Every single little thing is a distraction that brings an immeasurable amount of heat to his cheeks. A dull throbbing against his temples is begin to overtake his thoughts.
“What is h-happening?” He means to think, to mull it over, to scream it inside his stupid brain but instead it slips out much like his comment from earlier. The very comment that has landed him in this compromising position to begin with. Since when did his mouth become such a loose cannon? Since when did rationality get thrown out the window and hormonal urges take the reins?
Kirishima gently lifts up Midoriya’s shirt to rest his hot palm on his lower abdomen making the youngest boy look at him with a confused desperation. The simple touch leaves his body reeling. A shiver makes him gasp as he stares at the still hand.
Never has his body been touched in this way by another person. But what exactly is this way? Friendly touches? ...Sexual touches? Whatever it is, it is too much entirely for his brain and body to handle.
All his brain can think is, touch me, touch me, touch me !
Midoriya groans trying to pick every aspect of this interaction apart in his tired brain. All he wants to really do aside from die a slow and painful in a far away ditch is to get off . So desperately does he want to get it out of his system and maybe never have to face these two again. How will he ever manage to live this down? His intestines churn anxiously in his stomach as Kirishima moves his fingertips slowly, ever so damn slowly, up to draw circles above his stuttering ribcage. Heady sighs leave his dry throat as he writhes against Kaminari.
“Can I kiss you, Midoriya?” This question makes his head spin faster than anything else than has transpired up until now. A kiss? Is he sure he has the right ‘green haired nerd?’ Maybe he meant to ask Kaminari. Who would have a desire to kiss him or even think of him in that way? Midoriya thinks and thinks and thinks but his brain must have short circuited at the mention of a kiss because he cannot find his words. Language is something foreign as he finds himself gasping while drowning himself in the crimson eyes before him. Even if he wanted to talk it seems that it would be quite a feat to do so.
Huh?
“Oh, no fair I want to kiss him too, Kiri~!”
What the fuck.
What is All Might’s name is going on?!
“I, I-I-I, um—”
Quickly he finds that his words are cut off by two pairs of lips attacking at once. In entirely different places, yes, but the synchronization almost stops his beating heart.
Kirishima’s lips are chapped but not unpleasant against his own, just a quick peck. Enough contact to transfer his saliva onto his own lips. Enough to feel an imprint of the dry lips against his own after. Enough for his fingers to come up and brush against his lips in awe.
Meanwhile Kaminari’s are softer than he thought they would be as they brush against the nape of his neck. They linger as he speaks again.
“Is it okay to play with you huh, Midoriya?” Kaminari is first to speak with his lips mouthing the words against his neck. The vibrations make him grip at the fabric of Kaminari’s pants. A new mist of heat spreads throughout his body as he lets out a low moan. The subtle warmth and slather of saliva spreading over his neck makes him want to hide. It makes his brain conjure up filthy images of the two men under and over him. Disgusting scenarios that only feed blood to his useless dick.
“Play?” Midoriya exhales shakily; eyes glassy, heart is caught in his throat, hands sweaty.
They could not possibly mean what he is thinking. No, this must be some prank. They are going have him admit to being aroused then turn around to say that he is nothing but a ‘faggot’ or something. Just an unpleasant and cruel prank, that’s all.
But if that is true why didn’t he try to escape sooner? It is the faux pas. The illusion that the two men might not be as scary as he is making them out to be.
Kirishima nods while adjusting his position to kneel over his lap properly. Hands come to rest on his trembling chest. Heat rolls off both of the bodies against him as he tries to get his body and mind to slow down.
“We like you a lot Midoriya and we want to play with you. Is it okay, hm?”
“You— I’m sorry. You wh-what ?”
“Shit, you’re so fucking cute. I want to eat you.” With a not so subtle roll of the hips Kaminari makes his bold statement. Kirishima nods in agreement seeming mesmerized by the freckles on his cheeks.
“I-Is it okay to touch you?” There is a hand, that appears to be shaking in anticipation, barely hovering an inch above his crotch making his cock twitch from the sheer knowledge that he is wanted sexually .
Oh, shit.
“I-I um, yes. Please touch me..” Midoriya is coerced to relaxing into Kaminari’s frame underneath him as hands push his shoulders backward. The leg tucked behind his back is suddenly fixed to rest properly. It only takes a few seconds to realize that Kirishima and Kaminari had worked together to manhandle him for Kaminari’s leg to change positions. Now he is perfectly sat between the blonde’s strong thighs which squeeze around him gently. This position does nothing to conceal the erection pressed up against his lower back.
Kirishima flashes a wide grin and leans forward to captures Midoriya’s lips once more while his hand grips his cock through his sweatpants. Every ministration from the two makes Midoriya feel so small. Kaminari begins to knead at the skin of his inner thighs which makes him moan and helplessly buck into Kirishima’s warm hand. Through the touches Midoriya closes his eyes and appreciates every swipe of the redhead’s tongue against the back of his teeth. It sends shivers down his spine like nothing else, his gums being very sensitive to any sort of stimulation. This does not help him contain his noises. He even reaches out to cup at the older man’s jaw in order to bring him in closer. Soon saliva begins to flood Midoriya’s mouth at an alarming rate, but he has always had a problem with salivating at things that are just so delicious. The hand on his crotch quickens making his thighs jolt against Kaminari’s palms.
“You guys are having fun without me, s’not fair!” Kaminari retaliates with his teeth, nipping at the back of Midoriya’s neck while fondling his balls through his sweats. This earns a surprised moan from Midoriya making Kirishima pull away from his tantalizing lips.
“Wait wait , Kiris-sh-shima, Kami- ah , nari.” The man slotted between two muscled bodies pulls away from both boys and whines when Kirishima rubs harshly at the head of his cock.
“What is it?” “Yeah?”
“Can we go to one of our rooms?”
“The walls are thin Midoriya, I think out here might be our best bet.”
“You'll just have to be a little quieter.”
Within minutes Midoriya is whining and muffling his moans into the fabric of his t-shirt. Leaving his mid-drift exposed as the fingers inside him vibrate. The hot hand on his cock is stroking at a leisurely speed as Kirishima leaves open mouthed kisses down his neck.
This position makes his cheeks burn in embarrassment. Kneeling on the couch over Kaminari's face so that he can in his own words "peer inside" him. Meanwhile Kirishima is kneeling over his friend with a knee between his thighs. Kaminari shamelessly grinds up against the knee while working the youngest boy open.
"Do you think you're ready?" Kirishima asks while reaching down to add a finger to join the two fingers already inside Midoriya. As the third finger enters him Midoriya grips onto the redhead's shirt with watery eyes.
A peculiar tongue joins the fingers making the green haired man shudder, his hips stuttering with the movements.
"I think he's ready." Kaminari murmurs while pressing especially hard against his best friend, a low groan leaving him when Kirishima rubs back against him.
Izuku swallows hard and slow as flames tickle at his stomach.