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“Will you keep still,” Katsuki hissed as his boyfriend started shaking his leg again, jostling Katsuki as he did so. Katsuki lay reclined on Denki’s chest, their usual position for movie night. But Denki wouldn’t stop fidgeting and fussing, and as understanding as Katsuki tried to be, it was beginning to drive him nuts.
“Sorry,” Denki whispered shamefully, and the movement ceased once more. Katsuki sighed, feeling guilty. He knew it wasn’t Denki’s fault.
“Where’s your ring, Pikachu?” Katsuki asked. The specially designed ring had been a gift from Katsuki a few months ago, given not long after they’d started dating, and Katsuki had almost died on the spot from embarrassment when Denki assumed he was proposing. He wasn’t. The ring was composed of multiple bands that fit smoothly together, and the middle band could be spun around with just enough resistance to be satisfying. It usually suited Denki’s needs just fine when the boy was feeling restless.
“Left it at the agency,” Denki grimaced.
“Damn.”
“Will you both hush?” Uraraka finally snapped, shooting the two a glare. “This is the best part!”
Katsuki met her glare with his own while behind him, Denki smiled apologetically. Huffing, Uraraka snuggled closer to Deku and resumed watching The Princess Bride.
It was just the six of them tonight, spread out in a common room that felt larger than ever. Now in their third year, they all had more shifts at their respective agencies than actual classes, and all their different schedules were impossible to reconcile. So pretty much every night someone put on a movie and those that could join, did. Deku and Uraraka were on the far side of the room closest to the bright kitchen, Uraraka silently mouthing along with the familiar dialogue while Deku gently dozed off on her shoulder. Mina and Shinsou sat in the center couch, Shinsou paying more attention to his phone than the movie while Mina alternated between glances at the screen and careful brushstrokes as she touched up the nail polish on Shinsou’s other hand.
That left Denki and Katsuki in the darkness, Katsuki sitting between Denki’s legs and begrudgingly returning his gaze to the movie. All was peaceful, for all of five minutes.
And then Denki started moving again.
This time it wasn’t his leg. This time it was his hand, roving slowly over Katsuki’s torso like it was searching for something. The touch was gentle, nearly light enough to tickle, and Katsuki glanced behind him at Denki’s face. Denki didn’t seem to be paying attention to what his own hand was doing, however, as his expression indicated he’d finally managed to focus on the film. Katsuki shrugged internally. It was distracting, sure, but better than the twitchy jackrabbit leg.
And so once more, Katsuki relaxed, letting the soothing motions of Denki’s wandering hand lull his heavy eyes closed. Not like he hadn’t seen the movie a hundred times before. Deku had the right idea, dozing off…
A moment later Katsuki’s eyes flew open as one of Denki’s fingers dragged over his nipple, catching on the metal piercing through the thin fabric of Katsuki’s shirt. His breath caught in his throat, and Katsuki couldn’t have been more shocked if his boyfriend had used his damn quirk. The unexpected tugging on the recently healed piercing was like lightning, sending a sudden course of electric sensation through Katsuki’s veins. He looked over his shoulder again, but Denki still seemed completely ignorant of what he was doing.
And of the effect it had on Katsuki.
Apparently Katsuki’s studded nipple was precisely the sort of fidget toy Denki’s fingers had been subconsciously seeking, because now that they had found it, they no longer strayed. Instead, Katsuki fought to keep his breathing even as Denki continued fiddling with his left nipple and the piece of jewelry attached to it, gently plucking at the metal and rolling the hardening bud between his fingers.
Biting back a groan as Denki tugged at Katsuki’s increasingly sensitive nipple, Katsuki debated shoving the hand away. But that would likely cause Denki to make a too-loud exclamation once he realized precisely what he’d been absentmindedly fiddling with, and Katsuki didn’t want their classmates to look over and catch them at it. What if they saw the tent forming in the crotch of Katsuki’s joggers?
And right there was the other reason Katsuki didn’t stop him.
It felt really fucking good.
His eyes flicked over anxiously, but so far, none of the others seemed to notice what they were up to. Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood, trying to reign in his mounting desire. Fuck, Pikachu was in for it when they got upstairs, putting Katsuki through this. He’d push Denki down on his knees, make him swallow Katsuki’s cock. Or maybe he’d throw Denki on his bed and ride him until they both saw stars, fuck him through the mattress, and so fucking what if Ei can hear them through the walls. He’d make Denki wail when he came, Katsuki decided feverishly, heart stuttering as Denki roughly twisted his red, slightly swollen nipple.. He just had to hold out until the movie was over and they could go to bed.
Unfortunately, that train of thought was not in any way helpful. Katsuki’s cock was achingly hard, straining to be free of his boxers, and Katsuki’s overwhelming lust had begun to cloud his sanity. God, it would feel so good to wrap his hand around it, to slick his cock with the precum Katsuki already felt gathering at the tip.
Then, Katsuki’s spine stiffened as he felt Denki’s second hand join his first, seizing his neglected nipple with a grip far too strong for how sensitive Katsuki was. He couldn’t stop the small whine that escaped his throat as Katsuki arched into the touch, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. It was so much and yet nowhere near enough, a touch that filled his body with want and gave it nowhere to go.
The hands paused.
“Katsuki?” Denki breathed his name almost silently. “What…”
Katsuki heard Denki bite back his own groan as Denki took in the state of him. Flushed and breathing heavily, dick rock hard and desperate, seconds away from plunging his hand down his front and bringing himself off for everyone to see, just for the sake of sweet relief.
The hands resumed.
Purposefully, now, not in the same idle fashion as before. No, now Denki knew exactly what he was doing as he cupped Katsuki’s chest and squeezed it possessively before rolling both nipples between his fingers and thumbs in slow, torturous sync.
“Fuck, I love your pretty tits,” Denki whispered, low enough that no one but Katsuki had a hope of hearing him. “So fat and perfect in my hands. So gorgeous with these slutty piercings, all for me.”
Katsuki’s untouched cock throbbed with what was more pain than pleasure. He was dying to cum, dying for stimulation where he needed it most. Fuck his pride, he couldn’t take this anymore, couldn’t last until the movie ended. They needed to get to one of their rooms, and Katsuki was fully prepared to do a limping walk of shame out of here if that was what it took.
Eyes wide and pleading, Katsuki met Denki’s dilated gaze and inclined his head meaningfully toward the stairwell.
“You wanna go upstairs?” Denki asked, lips buzzing over Katsuki’s earlobes as they shaped the near-silent words.
Katsuki nodded.
“You wanna cum?”
He nodded again, harder, because yes, please, god-
“You’re gonna cum right here, baby. You’re gonna cum just from this.”
Katsuki’s hands balled into tight, trembling fists from the effort of not touching himself as Denki continued his onslaught of Katsuki’s puffy chest, silent but for the occasional hitch in his burdened breath. He shifted uncomfortably, ass grinding down into the sofa cushions, and then humped uselessly at the frictionless air. Denki chuckled with amusement.
“Who can’t sit still now, hmm?”
Quietly, without any eye-grabbing sudden movements, Denki widened his legs and then hooked his knees around Katsuki’s thighs, now preventing even those small liberties. Katsuki was pinned and helpless, mind growing fuzzy. All he could feel, all he could focus on, was Denki’s breath on his skin and Denki’s hands on his pierced nipples and the absolute fucking lack of Denki’s anything on his cock. In the gloom of the dark room Katsuki could just make out the wet patch where come was beginning to dampen his pants. He would have given anything for Denki to reach out and stroke it, anything to cum.
For a moment, Katsuki’s heart leapt in excitement. One of Denki’s hands had left his chest and now crept down his stomach to slip into his pants. Denki was going to stroke him, fuck, finally- But instead Denki just barely grazed the head of Katsuki’s cock as he wet his finger in Katsuki’s come. Then he brought the filthy, cum-covered finger up to Katsuki’s mouth,
“Suck, bitch,” Denki whispered hoarsely and Katsuki, eager to be filled in any way at all now, greedily slurped Denki’s finger down, barely suppressing a moan as he did so.
Denki lazily fucked two fingers in and out of Katsuki’s drooling mouth. Katsuki was reduced to a trance-like state, existing only as a series of sensations, sore and throbbing and so unbearably close.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Denki pulled his wet fingers free, and Katsuki distantly wondered whether he planned to soothe Katsuki’s red-raw nipples with them. Instead, Denku tightly covered Katsuki’s mouth and whispered in his ear,
“Come. Now.”
And he did, helplessly, Denki’s hand over his mouth the only thing stopping his overwhelmed cry from spilling out. His cock jerked and shuddered untouched, soaking the front of his pants with sticky cum.
The credits rolled, and as the others yawned and stood up, Denki pulled off his oversized hoodie and thrust it at Katsuki. It would cover the mess, mostly, as they escaped upstairs, Katsuki barely holding himself upright as Denki tugged him along.
Denki smiled and patted at his back pocket, double checking that his ring hadn’t fallen out. Thankfully, it was right where he left it.
Now it was time to fuck his cute, dazed boyfriend and see if he could make Katsuki come untouched a second time that night.