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This year's cattle drive had by far been the largest they'd had in the several years that the two had been together. So large that they'd had to send out a call to several old friends asking for assistance in rounding up all the cattle that they'd let out to pasture earlier that year. Of all the people Eijiro and Izuku had reached out to, Katsuki had been the only one ready and willing to lend a hand.

It had been a three day job and upon returning to the ranch they were beyond exhausted. Their clothes were worn and dirty from the long hours out in what had been less than ideal wrangling conditions. What was left of their supplies remained packed tightly into their saddle bags, which they carefully removed from their horses, before leading them to the stable and making their way into the house for the afternoon.

When Katsuki had arrived three days earlier, Eijiro had watched his husband bound over happily to hug his old friend. He had felt his stomach drop. Fear gripping at his heart. Katsuki had greeted Eijiro with a tight hug and a strangely soft smile.

Despite the fact that he had known Izuku was his, Eijiro had also known how close the two men were and had not wanted to do anything to get between them. A simple task since the two men had somehow grown even closer over the three day trip and Eijiro felt as though he were sitting outside an invisible boundary observing the man that he loved. He knew he was being ridiculous and yet every time he saw the blond he was tempted to grab his husband's hand and keep him pinned to his side. Keep him close. Even as they unpacked everything, showered and settled into the house for the afternoon, he couldn’t help but feel like his husband was being pulled further and further away from him.

The redhead knew that Izuku loved seeing Katsuki. They'd been raised on neighboring farms and had grown up with one another. Katsuki had moved away some time in high school and moved back the year after they'd graduated. By that point Izuku had been with Eijiro nearly three years and they'd married last autumn when the leaves had begun to fall and the wind had grown cold.

Whenever Izuku looked into the red eyes of his childhood friend his heart ached and there was little he could do to ease the discomfort, so instead of dwelling on it he shoved it down until it was a blip on his emotional radar. It had occurred to Izuku on several occasions that perhaps the reason his heart ached when he looked into the blonds eyes was because they reminded him of his husbands, whom he adored, but he knew that wasn't it. Katsuki's eyes reminded him of a fire that burned beyond the control of man, while Eijiro's eyes reminded him of the heat of a summer's day and the warmth of a loving embrace. Eijiro’s eyes gave the feeling of protection and strength, while Katsuki’s seemed to whisper adventure and danger. 

It had never escaped Izuku’s notice that Eijiro was tense around Katsuki, though he could never quite figure out why. He watched the way his childhood friend interacted with Eijiro and it ate at him. Though he had known Katsuki his entire life, there seemed to be a natural draw between the two men. He often caught the two staring at one another from a distance and it hurt to think of how his husband wasn’t looking at him the way he looked at Katsuki. When he mentioned the blond around his husband, Eijiro had always seemed eager to change the topic and move on, often mentioning something to do with the ranch. 

Over the last several days things had become tense between the three of them and Izuku wondered what he could do to return things to the way they had been before they left. With that thought in mind Izuku had set to work preparing dinner for the three of them. When the emerald eyed man had gone outside to fire up the grill, Katsuki had followed him and Eijiro took his opportunity to separate himself from the two. 

Wandering to the end of the hall he took a quick left turn into their bedroom. Not far from where he usually laid with Izuku was a simple six string. Eijiro closed his bedroom door and picked up his guitar. Music had always made him feel better and he often sang to his husband when the opportunity presented itself. So as he sat leaning against the edge of his marriage bed, he began to fiddle with the strings until he recalled a song he often heard on the radio in his youth and began to strum. 

Slowly the words came back to him but as he played each chord he found himself changing the lyrics to fit his own emotional situation. His voice came out clear and smooth as he sang about the blond man and his ability to woo another. Eijiro sang of how he could never love another man, but how Katsuki could easily have his pick of any lover he wanted. He sang each line to Dolly Parton’s Jolene stronger than the last, tears glossing over his eyes as he recalled memories he would rather forget.

Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki

I'm begging of you please don't take my man

Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki

Please don't take him just because you can

He thought of the blond’s arms wrapped around his husband, squeezing him as they smiled at each other. Izuku’s face was somehow happier than he had ever been able to make it.

Your beauty is beyond compare

With flawless locks of platinum hair

With ivory skin and eyes of ruby red

Your smile is the devil’s grin

Your voice is dark and beckoning

And I cannot compete with you

Katsuki

The man’s appearance floated through his mind in detail. The usual muscular figure clad in a red plaid shirt with waist high jeans that hugged at his hips, decorated by an ornate belt buckle. He thought about how Katsuki’s eyes were the same color as his own and wondered if Izuku ever thought of him while looking at the others. The image of the blond holding his black hat in front of his face to hide any sign of embarrassment.

He talks about you in his sleep

And there's nothing I can do to keep

From crying when he calls your name

Katsuki

Silent tears were streaming down his face at the recollection of his husband's tired voice calling for Kacchan as he lifted him from the living room couch to carry him to bed after a hard day's work. The dark thought of what his Izuku must have been dreaming about and if his husband ever dreamt of him. 

And I can easily understand

How you could easily take my man

But you don't know what he means to me

Katsuki

Eijiro recalled the fear that built in the pit of his stomach, the fear that he could feel returning as he thought of his husband's expressions growing cold and telling him everything over the last six years had meant nothing to him. The redhead wondered how hard he would have to fight against Katsuki to keep his husband, if it would make any difference to the emerald eyed man.

Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki

I'm begging of you please don't take my man

Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki

Please don't take him just because you can

He slowly cleared each negative thought from his head, first giving it form and then forcing it out of his mind. 

You could have your choice of men

But I could never love again

He's the only one for me

Katsuki

It was the truth. Eijiro loved Izuku more than anything on god’s green earth and he knew that he would do anything to keep him. That he was his one, his only, his everything. 

I had to have this talk with you

My happiness depends on you

And whatever you decide to do

Katsuki

Above all else Eijiro wished he could confide all of these fears to his husband. That he could confront the man with eyes that mirrored his own and express in words the strain that was plaguing the redhead's heart because of the blond’s connection to his beloved. Wished he could tell him to leave and never come back.

Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki

I'm begging of you please don't take my man

Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki

Please don't take him even though you can

Katsuki, Katsuki

As he finished the song’s final chorus he could feel the tears flowing freely down his face, pooling at his chin and dropping onto the edge of his six string. His voice shook as he finished the lyrics and his form curled in on itself as he forcefully wiped the palm of his free hand against his eyes to quell the tears. 

He felt a weight behind him on the bed and gasped suddenly, shooting to his feet and turning around. His guitar nearly dropped to the floor if not for his quick reflexes. When he looked towards the bed he saw his husband sitting there, quietly, tear streaks running down flushed cheeks and he was conflicted. How much of the song had he heard? Did Izuku know why he was crying? Did he understand how much pain he was in? Who was supposed to hold who? Eijiro didn’t know, so he stood there, awkward as could be, with a guitar in one hand and a tear soaked face. 

Izuku rose from his place on the bed, where he had originally sat to comfort his husband, his heart weighing heavy in his chest and his mind burdened with the thought that he had caused the man he married such pain. Slowly he made his way towards the man with the carmine eyes and wrapped his arms around his waist, squeezing him to himself. Demanding the universe to somehow make them one so that they could express everything they needed to express without having to utter a word. 

Eijiro wrapped his free arm around Izuku, carefully bending his knees to place his guitar on the floor and freeing his other arm. Once free of the instrument he wrapped himself around his husband and pressed him as close as he could. Eijiro could hear his partner's shaky breathing and pulled away, looking into what were now puffy emerald eyes.

Bringing his hand away from the other's waist, Eijiro’s fingers cupped a freckled cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth gently. Izuku gave a soft chuckle and looked into his husband's eyes. “I came over to comfort you, you silly man. So why do I feel like you’re the one comforting me?” He smiled up at the redhead.

“I’ll always comfort you baby, I hate seeing you cry. Breaks my heart, these tears of yours.” Eijiro replied softly, as Izuku pressed more firmly into the touch of his husband's hand against his cheek.

“Ei, while you were singing that song, what were you thinking about?” 

“Everything and nothing, all at the same time. It ain’t nothing for you to worry about.” The redhead lied, his eyes falling away. 

Izuku brought his hand up to cup his lover's cheek, mirroring the actions of the redhead as he spoke. “That’s a painful thought baby. We heard everything. I’m worried you’ve got some notion in your head that doesn’t exist Ei. You gotta talk to me, for better or worse.”

Taking his free hand, Eijiro placed it over the scarred one that cupped his cheek and slowly wove his fingers in between those of his partner. “You heard all of it, huh? Damn.” He choked, a fresh set of tears falling from his eyes as he dropped his head into the crook of Izuku’s neck. “Damn, D-DAmn, DAMN!”

Izuku wrapped one hand around Eijiro’s head pressing the taller man into his shoulder. “Please talk to me baby. It hurts me, seeing you like this.”

Eijiro lifted his head, grabbed his partner's hands and gently pulled him towards the edge of the bed to sit down. He didn’t even know how to ask the question he wanted to ask in a way that didn’t sound like a jealous accusation, but he needed to know. “Do you love Katsuki?”

Izuku didn’t answer immediately and the fear in the pit of Eijiro’s stomach grew exponentially. “In what way?” 

“In every way, Izu. Do you love Katsuki,” He hesitated, “more than you love me? Do you still love me?” Eijiro sobbed as the words fell from his lips.

“Oh Ei! Of course I still love you honey, ain’t nothing ever gonna change that. Ever.” Izuku said reassuringly. He pulled Eijiro’s hands into his lap and squeezed them tightly. “As for your other question, that’s a bit more complicated. I’ve known Katsuki since we were children. We grew up together, I know you know that. I’ll admit I’m drawn to him, but I'm not entirely sure why. I don’t know if it has to do with our history, or if I’m just a defensive, jealous old biddy.” He laughed.

The redheaded man was confused. “Jealous old biddy?” He repeated Izuku’s words. “What on god’s green earth are you jealous about?” He asked. 

Izuku tilted his head, as if confused about his husband's reaction. “I imagine I’m jealous of the way he looks at you, when he thinks I’m not watching. Have you, have you never noticed before? The way he tracks you across a field, or the way he always invites you to join us regardless of where we may be or what we may be doing? Hell, Ei, didn’t you realize that he always sits between us, like he’s keeping you to himself. It drives me crazy. It confuses me in ways I can’t put words to.”

Eijiro’s brows scrunched together in confusion at his husband's explanation. “Izu, he spends every minute of every day with you when he visits, and invites me to be polite. When he sits between us it’s because he wants you to himself, not me. I’m sure the only reason it looks like he’s tracking me with his eyes is because he’s nervous he’ll say something he’s not supposed to and I’ll be close enough to hear every damn word. If you think you’re going crazy, imagine how I feel.”

Suddenly there was the sound of laughter - not light and melodic like Izuku's, or chest filled and hardy like Eijiro's. It was a different laugh, deep and breathy. The two men on the bed turned towards the bedroom door, where they found Katsuki leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and an awkward smile on his face, the likes of which Eijiro had never seen. 

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re both oblivious.”

The couple looked at Katsuki like he’d grown a second head, unsure of the meaning behind the man’s words.

Katsuki gave a heavy sigh and somehow managed to look both men in the eyes at the same time. “I hate to break it to you lovebirds, but I’ve been trying - and failing - to get attention from you both .”

Izuku’s mouth fell open at the statement, Eijiro equally baffled by the blond’s confession. “Wait, what?”

Rolling his eyes back, Katsuki stepped into the bedroom and moved closer to the two men, leaning against a column  at the end of their four poster bed frame. “I said, I’ve been trying to flirt with both of you. Which, I hate to fucking break it to you, is not the easiest thing to do. You’re both as dense as wet cement and so madly in love with one another that it’s impossible to get through to either of you.”

“B-b-both of u-us?” Izuku mimicked, as he whipped his head back to look at his husband before returning his gaze to meet Katsuki’s blood red orbs. 

Katsuki shook his head, a disbelieving smile on his face. “ Both. Of. You .” He emphasized, stopping bluntly between each word. 

When Izuku turned to look at his husband's face again, he could see a haze of red running across his features. He slapped Eijiro’s arm gently, teasing him, “Your face is almost as red as your hair.”

Eijiro looked at his husband, “You’re probably redder than I am Izu!” 

“The two of you nitwits are going to kill me! I just told you I’ve been flirting with you for years and I still can’t seem to get your attention. Fuuuck. Maybe the idiot’s me then. I’ll leave you two hopeless romantics alone.” Katsuki said dejectedly, as he rubbed at the back of his neck with a calloused hand, turning to leave.

Eijiro gave his lover one last look, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitancy. When he couldn’t find one he reached across Izuku, stopping the blond with a hand around his wrist. “Wait.”

“Eijiro? Are you sure?” Izuku asked, heart fluttering against his chest.

“Yeah Izu, I am. I - I think I get it now. Maybe I really was just too blinded by my love for you to see before.” The redhead spoke tenderly as he leaned down towards Izuku, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. His free hand snaked its way around Izuku’s waist, while the other remained firmly clasped around Katsuki’s wrist.”

“That’s just unfair.” Katsuki says, turning back towards the pair, walking closer.

“You’re right Kacchan, we should be more polite when we have company.” The emerald eyed man gave the redheaded man another quick tender kiss before reaching out with his free arm and grabbing hold of Katsuki’s other wrist, pulling him towards them.

“You’re both sure you want this? Want - me?” Katsuki asked, one last time, suddenly hesitant. Finding himself hopeful that the two men kneeling on the bed wouldn’t change their minds. 

Looking at one another, one final time, both men nodded and responded with a resounding. “Yes.” Releasing the blonds wrists from their grasp. Katsuki wasted no time and grasped Izuku by the back of the neck, pulling him in for a firm but passionate kiss as he kneeled between the two men on the bed. Eijiro reached out to caress the blonde’s back, fingers feeling tight muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

It was different from the feeling Izuku got when he kissed Eijiro. Katsuki’s lips were soft yet hungry, while Izuku’s kisses from Eijiro were warm and lingered where he left them. As Katsuki continued the kiss a low growl emanated from beside them. A heated grip at the back of Katsuki’s neck separated the blond from the emerald eyed man. Before Katsuki could so much as take a breath his lips were claimed by Eijiro in a kiss far more heated than the one he had left. Eijiro could feel a sense of desperation in the way that Bakugo sucked and nipped at his lips in response to his own intensity.

The two men broke apart breathing heavily. “Damn.” Eijiro spoke, voice heady with need. He looked towards his husband with hooded eyes and saw that the smaller man was just as excited, his scarred hand palming himself through his jeans as he watched.

Fingers grabbed at the fabric of Eijiro’s shirt, pulling at the buttons, fingers slipping beneath the fabric and running down his shoulders. When jittery hands passed his elbows, Eijiro took the cuffs of his shirt and pulled, throwing the fabric across the room. He inhaled sharply at the feel of small chaste kisses being placed along his jawline, down his neck and over his shoulder. “Slow down, now. We can’t have all the fun.” 

Katsuki reluctantly pulled away from his actions and looked at Eijiro with dark eyes, glancing over his shoulder to watch Izuku. The emerald eyed man’s jeans were unbuttoned, pulled down against his thighs. At some point he had removed his shirt and was sitting on his knees. Izuku palmed his erection outside of his boxers, eyes staring back at the pair, dark and seductive. Katsuki gasped at the sheer length his sheathed erection implied.

“Someone like what they see?” Izuku teased headily, curving an outstretched finger and beckoning the blond towards him. “Come on now, it’s best not to keep me waiting.”

Katsuki looked back towards Eijiro, as if wondering if he wanted to leave the arms of the redhead. Eijiro chuckled and leaned in, kissing up Katsuki’s neck and suckling beneath his ear. As the carmine eyed man pulled away he whispered in Katsuki’s ear. “You best take the man’s advice. I may be the bigger man, but he holds all the power when we’re alone like this.”

Katsuki gasped, a shiver shooting down his spine, dick twitching, hardening further at the thought of Eijiro lying beneath Izuku and the smaller man taking control. It was all he needed to hear before he turned towards Izuku who was still reaching out towards him. With a few small movements Izuku’s hands were wrapped in the larger man’s soft blond hair, pulling him in for another kiss. This kiss, more wet and heated than before, more desperate and demanding.

As Izuku pressed his lips against Katsuki’s he moaned, his mouth opening slightly. He could feel Katsuki slip his tongue inside, exploring every crevice of the space. Katsuki’s hands roamed down Izuku’s chest until he reached his hips, lifting him into a kneeling position, pulling him close. Izuku’s body obliged the blonde, as his calloused fingers worked their way across soft freckled flesh, gripping at the back of Izuku’s knees, pulling suddenly. Izuku let out a startled gasp as he lost all contact with the blond, back falling flush against the surface of the bed. He grinned at the red eyed man above him, waiting impatiently for him to continue. 

Katsuki took in the sight of the small freckled man below him, observing all his edges, while running his fingers along the lines of his abs. Izuku purred at the attention and Katsuki leaned down to nibble at the skin above his collar bone, leaving marks as he moved towards Izuku’s shoulder. The blond’s hands roamed freely over the others’, stopping and starting, pinching and teasing the skin until Izuku pushed Katsuki up.

“Off.” Izuku said sharply, eyes tracing the man’s form, tugging at his clothes.. “All of it. Off.” Katsuki gave a devilish grin as he undid the first few buttons of his shirt, before gripping the back of his collar and sliding it over his head. Izuku watched as Katsuki’s adept fingers undid the flashy belt buckle and the button of his jeans, pulling them down and off. The blond kneeled over the smaller man smugly. 

A voice from the back chuckled headily. “I do believe my husband said all of it blondie.” Red and emerald eyes glanced to where Eijiro sat against the headboard. While the other two men had gone about their explorations, Eijiro had removed the last remnants of his clothing and sat with his erection on full display against his stomach. 

“Fuck.” Katsuki gasped quietly. “You look incredible, Eijiro.” The blond's eyes followed Eijiro’s fingers as they trailed up and down his naked form, lingering at the tip of his erection before pulling away, as if he was teasing himself. The redhead chuckled at the blond’s compliment, dick twitching in response. His eyes were dark and hooded in an indescribable heat as they caught his husband's actions from behind the blond.

Izuku had shed the last of his own clothing, leaving Katsuki the last man standing. Slowly he sat up on his knees and reached for the blond in front of him. Without warning he grabbed Katsuki around the waist pulling him down and into his smaller form, grinding upwards against the blonds firm ass. A moan escaping his lips at the feel of the friction. 

Katsuki had been taken by surprise, now bent over in the middle of the bed,  groaning at the feel of the green haired man's erection pressed firmly to the split of his ass. “Chriiist Izuku.” The blond moaned, fingers gripping the fabric of the comforter beneath them. Izuku chuckled, moving his hips again, grinding harder, fingers pressing into the blond’s waist, hooking the edge of Katsuki’s underwear. “I did. Say. Everything.” Izuku bit as he yanked the fabric down to the red eyed man’s knees, freeing his erection which fell beneath its own weight, the tip touching the sheets beneath him.. 

The larger man lifted his knees allowing Izuku to rid him of his boxers, leaving him naked and exposed in front of the couple. Eijiro chuckled again, “It’s a little late to be embarrassed handsome.” Katsuki looked up, red eyes meeting carmine as Eijiro reached out and wrapped a hand in the blond’s hair, pulling him in for another kiss. Exploring Katsuki’s mouth with his tongue as the other continued to moan from the feeling of Izuku grinding against his ass. If the smaller man kept that up much longer, Katsuki wasn’t going to last; his erection already leaking precum and twitching with each thrust of Izuku’s hips.

“Are you sure you still want this, Kacchan?” The blond shivered at the sound of his childhood nickname, nodding against Eijiro’s mouth. Pulling away Eijirou chided him gently. “Words.” Katsuki nodded again, “Yes. I still want this, want you, want b-both of yoooooou.” He moaned as Izuku rutted against him again. 

Without saying another word Izuku looked at his husband and held out his hand. The redhead understood and pulled the bottle of lube out from the bedside table drawer along with several condoms. Katsuki’s eyes caught the glint of the wrappers and looked up at Eijiro. “Do we,” he panted, “do we need those.” Carmine eyes bore into red. “You tell me.” 

The blond shook his head no and gasped when his chin was gripped tightly, Eijiro bending to whisper in his ear. “Words.” He demanded. Katsuki gasped again, the tight feeling in his stomach growing stronger as he responded. “I’m clean. I’ve been tested, I haven’t…unnnnhhhhh. I haven’t been with anyone before this.”

Eijiro lifted his head to look at his husband who had ceased in his actions. “Ever?” The smaller man inquired. 

“Ever.” The blond panted, a deep red flush flooding his features and running down his neck.

Eijiro released a low growl, “Christ Katsuki, we’re going to ruin you. My husbands gonna ride your tight little virgin ass and you won’t be able to sit for a week. Is that what you want?”

“Pleeeaaase, gods please.” Katsuki moaned loudly, reaching up to pull Eijiro into another kiss, senseless and messy. When they parted, saliva linked their mouths and Katsuki watched as a glint filled Eijiro’s lust filled stare. Before he could determine what the redhead was thinking he felt Izuku run his fingers lightly up and down his sides, trailing kisses along his spine which sent shivers down Katsuki’s back. His erection was becoming painful and he shifted his body weight to free one of his hands to rub at his own cock, when Eijiro grabbed his wrist, bringing it up to his own erection. “Now, now. You can’t have all the fun.” 

As Izuku brought his hands back down, he didn’t stop at Katsuki’s hips, instead kneading the flesh of his ass with both hands. Gently continuing his chaste kisses down the blond’s spine, Izuku parted Katsuki’s cheeks and kissed the tight pink ring of muscle, receiving a delicious moan in return. Izuku licked and nipped at the muscle, pulling away and licking from Katsuki’s taint to the tight little hole. When he could feel Katsuki relax beneath his touch, Izuku thrust his tongue inwards, stretching him slowly, working his tongue in and out.

Eijiro watched the blond’s red eyes haze over from his husband's ministrations. All too familiar with the skill of the man’s tongue. Desperate for some kind of attention he grabbed at the blond’s nape and pulled him down until his face was flush against the base of his erection, the man’s hand no longer enough. The feel of the man’s breath against the base of his erection was incredible, warm and wet. Without needing to explain his desire, Eijiro felt the blond begin to nip and lick gently at his cock. 

Katsuki had only ever given blow jobs a handful of times before, but each time he had been told he had a knack for the act. This was the first time he had ever given a blow job to a man of Eijiro’s sheer size. Length and girth unlike any he had seen before. The man was huge, bigger than Katsuki even, and he doubted he would get the entirety of him into his mouth. Damned if he didn’t try. He nipped at the base, giving long, firm licks from the bottom of the shaft to the top of the red swollen head. Katsuki gently ran his tongue along the leaking slit, savoring the taste of the man beneath him, while giving kitten licks to the sensitive head as the redhead’s cock twitched at his touch. 

Eijiro groaned at the attention and warmth of the smaller blond’s tongue. When his gaze fell to look at the other man, he was met by hooded red eyes, looking back at him, right before Katsuki wrapped his lips around the tip and dropped his head, swallowing half of Eijiro in a single go, and then hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard has he pulled his head back up the shaft. The red head shivered, bucking his hips at the sudden feeling of warm, wet, heat sheathing his cock. He broke eye contact, leaning his head against the headboard. When Katsuki moaned around his strained erection, Eijiro nearly lost himself, pulling at the blond’s hair. Lifting his head and panting Eijiro eyed his husband who wore a devilish grin. 

Izuku was well aware of Katsuki’s actions and chose that time to stop eating the blond out. Grabbing the bottle of lube that he had placed on the bed, Izuku poured a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers, sliding one into Katsuki without warning and earning a delicious moan from both of the men in front of him. Izuku’s cock twitching at the sounds, eager for his own release. When he was sure he had stretched Katsuki as much as he could with the first finger, he carefully slid in a second, earning another round of tantalizing moans. The pace he set with his fingers was slow but eager as he shifted the angle with every thrust. After several shifts in angle, Izuku grazed the area he was looking for and relished in the response that escaped the blond.

It was a feeling Katsuki had never been able to achieve on his own. When he felt Izuku’s fingers graze his prostate he’d had to pull off of Eijiro to keep from biting down as he let out a scream. “Ahhhh IZUKU.” His voice was broken and heavy with desire. “Pl-please, there, more. Pleeese.” He whined. Moaning deeper as the smaller man thrust his fingers in again, curling to hit the blond’s prostate, earning another series of shivers and heavy moans. “Please, please, please. I’m so c-close.” He moaned, rocking his hips backwards to meet Izuku’s fingers with each new thrust. Ignoring the man who had been in his mouth moments ago, until Eijiro pulled him back down, pushing his thumb into his mouth to pry open his jaw. 

Izuku didn’t slow his action, instead adding a third finger to the hole that sucked and pulled at his digits. Eijiro had removed his thumb from the blonds mouth and guided his weeping erection back to the warmth of the moist opening. When Katsuki opened his mouth wider, Eijiro took it as an invitation, wrapped his free hand into the blond’s hair and thrust. Working his way in and out as he pulled at the blond, fucking into his face with a groan. With each thrust he felt like he was going deeper and deeper until the tip of his shaft hit the back of Katsuki’s throat. The blond tearing up at the feeling of fullness at both ends.

Eijiro thrusts increased in pace as he bucked his hips, his erections’ tip hitting the back of the blond’s throat each time. Katsuki could feel himself gagging with each thrust, tears welling up in his eyes as he tried to breathe between each snap of the redheads hips. When Izuku withdrew his fingers Katsuki whined around Eijiro’s erection and the redhead's hips stuttered, his pace becoming uneven and he continued his actions. “So close baby.” He growled. Katsuki keened at the sound of the nickname falling from the larger man’s lips. He could feel the tip of Izuku’s freshly lubed erection press against his opening, his own cock twitching in anticipation.

Slowly, Izuku pushed into the blond, watching as inch by inch his erection disappeared into the tight warmth of his Kacchan. “You’re so tight, Kacchan. You’re sucking me in, you feel amazing.” Izuku moaned, mindful of his husband’s announcement of being close. “Let’s help my Ei come. Okay? Can you do that for me?” Izuku asked as he trailed kisses up Katsuki’s back, stopping to leave marks with each push further into Katsuki’s ass. The muscular blond moaned deeply, eliciting a delectable noise from Eijiro as he increased his uneven, shallow thrusts. 

Izuku grinned as he withdrew the half of his length that was buried in the blond’s ass, pulling back until only the tip remained. Locking eyes with his husband, Izuku reached around the blond’s waist squeezing the base of his erection before giving a quick snap of his hips, seating himself fulling inside the blond, who moaned so headily that the vibration of his voice led to Eijiro’s stuttered, “Fuck, Kats I’m - Fuck I’m c-cuming” as he unloaded his seed into the back of Katsuki’s throat while continued to ride out his orgasm. Katsuki doing his best to swallow around the thick shaft, as trails of cum escaped from the corners of his mouth. 

Katsuki would have come with each thrust of the smaller man’s hips, but the hand grasped around the base of his erection prevented him from doing so, leaving him needy and desperate for release. Izuku repeated the action, pulling back until he was almost out and snapped his hips again. Another delicious moan from both men. Izuku reached out, grabbing his husband by the back of his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Tongue licking along his bottom lip begging for entry, which Eijiro happily allowed, exploring his husband's mouth as he rode out the end of his orgasm. Enjoying each moan that Katsuki gave around his softening erection as his husband set a steady pace pounding into the blond.

Once spent, Eijiro parted from his husband, and withdrew his spent cock from Katsuki’s aching mouth. Using his thumb he collected the last of the cum, which had escaped and held it out to his husband who happily took the digit into his mouth and sucked it clean, before letting it go with a small pop. Katsuki was still trying to regain his breath, panting heavily with each new thrust, pushing his hips back to meet the green haired man’s steady pace. 

When Katsuki looked at Eijiro with hooded eyes, the redhead guided the blond’s head up and kissed him deeply. Tongue exploring the blond’s mouth, tasting himself on his lips. The change in angle was enough that with the next snap of Izuku’s hips, Katsuki nearly screamed in ecstasy. “S-s-so c-close. Mnnn. Please I-Izuku. Let me cum.” 

Izuku slowed, nearly stopping, giving the blond the opposite of what he had requested. “I’m not quite ready for that babe. Can you hold on a little longer?” 

Katsuki whined as the pace slowed, but nodded his head before remembering Eijiro’s reminders. “Y-yeah.” he breathed heavily. Nearly crying at the torturously slow pace Izuku had switched to, his face buried in the sheets.

“Ei, come here and let Kacchan get you ready.” The freckled beauty said as he motioned towards his husband. Without warning, Izuku grabbed Katsuki carefully by the front of the neck, pulling him backwards as he waited for Eijiro to slide in beneath them both.

Following his husband’s directions, the redhead slid into the space beneath Katsuki, back against the bed with the blond above him. He spread his legs, leaving both men between them as Izuku lowered Katsuki to rest on top of Eijiro. Katsuki’s body was on fire with the new sensation of having someone underneath him. So close together that they were chest to chest, his erection nearly pinned between them, yet Eijiro wasn’t quite low enough for Katsuki to find the fiction he needed. 

Izuku continued his slow, almost insignificant thrusts. Katsuki wanted so badly to touch himself, but again when he moved to do so Eijiro grabbed his wrist. This time bringing it to his mouth, and sucking on his fingers. First one, then two, then three. As Eijiro sucked on each digit he watched as his husband opened the lube and handed it to his husband, who grinned appreciatively. “Katsuki,” Eijiro whispered, “I need you to be a good boy and open me up with your fingers.” 

Katsuki let a small, “Mmmnnn,” escape in agreement as Eijiro removed the digits he was sucking on and poured the lubricant over them. The blond's mind was fuzzy from the sensation of Izuku’s hips slapping against him, and Eijiro’s breathing beneath him, but he managed to slip one finger, then another into the ring up muscle between the redheads legs. Thrusting at a slightly faster pace than the one Izuku was setting. It didn’t take long before Katsuki could insert his third finger and increase his pace to a pace he could hear someone begging for - unaware they were his own mewling. 

With each thrust Eijiro groaned in pleasure, one free hand wrapped around an already partially hardening length. Stroking himself in long, strong tugs, until he was erect enough to match his speed with the man balanced above him. Katsuki tried changing the angle of his fingers with his next thrust inward, curving them upwards ever so slightly. Brushing against the bundles of nerves he got a heady growl of, “There, harder.” From the redhead beneath him. Katsuki thrust harder, curling his fingers to reach the same spot and was pleased to hear a satisfied groan emerge from the redhead's mouth, temporarily forgetting about the man riding his own ass. 

“Sounds like someone’s ready.” Izuku purred, pressing himself against Katsuki’s back as he increased his pace and thrust himself to the hilt repetitively. Katsuki keened and moaned, writhing beneath the man as his legs began to shake. He pulled his fingers from Eijiro, apologizing as he steadied himself against the pace Izuku had shifted towards; quick, strong thrusts that sent shivers along Katsuki’s spine. His toes curled with every thrust against his prostate until he was screaming for release. “So c-close. Please, p-p-please let me c-cum.” He wailed as tears fell from his eyes landing on Eijiro’s chest. 

“Then come for me handsome.” Izuku whispered as he nibbled on Katsuki’s ear. The sensation sent the larger man over the edge, body shaking as he came in floods over the man beneath him. Eyes rolling into the back of his head as he continued to raise his hips into the continued thrusts of the man above him, which were not letting up. 

“The sound’s you’re making are absolutely delicious. God Kacchan.” Izuku moaned, “So damn tiiight for me.” He thrust into the blond several more times as Katsuki rode out his orgasm. Just before he fell limp against Eijiro, the redhead caught him by the shoulders, and guided him down to lay beside him on the bed, avoiding smearing the mess between them. Katsuki was breathing heavily, lips red, face flush as he slowly regained his senses. When his eyes finally fluttered open he saw that Izuku was still erect and whimpered. 

Eijiro turned to look at the boneless blond and chuckled at his expression. “Don’t take it too personally. Izuku’s insatiable. I usually come several times before he’s close, but I’d say based on the face he’s wearing you and that tight little ass of yours did a good job.”

Katsuki groaned, closing his eyes again as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Now, now. Less talk, more fun.” Izuku chided, catching his husband's carmine eyes as he licked the other man’s fluids from Eijiro’s abs and swallowed. Eijiro let out a groan of pleasure watching the man above him clean him with his tongue. On Izuku’s second trip up with his tongue, he pulled Eijiro in for a kiss, letting the redhead taste the mixture of Katsuki and Izuku. When they finally parted from the kiss, Izuku grabbed the back of his husband’s thighs, bringing them to the man’s chest, leaving him open and exposed. As Izuku lined himself up with Eijiro’s entrance he bent over his husband nibbling beneath his ear as he whispered tenderly. “You’ve been so patient for me. Ready?” 

“Yes. Fucking. Please. Izu.” Eijiro moaned, but before he could finish the words Izuku snapped his hips and entered his husband with a single solid thrust, relentlessly repeating the motion without slowing. Eijiro moaned as every practiced thrust hit his prostate, sending him  into an overstimulated frenzy, his cock fully erect and dripping, waiting for release. 

Izuku continued his brutal pace, hips snapping against Eijiro’s ass, as he alternated between trailing kisses and bites down his chest. Stopping first at one nipple, suckiling and softly biting at the pert pink flesh, while rolling the other between his fingers. Eijiro released his legs, wrapping  them around Izuku as he increased the force of his thrusts, pressing into his husband harder with each successive thrust. “Gonna cum, Ei. So god damn close. Where do you want me.” Izuku moaned. 

Eijiro’s breaths were shaky, but his answer was deep and clear. “Inside Izu. Fill meee.” 

Izuku leaned back, lifting his husband to him so that Eijiro was partially riding Izuku as the smaller man somehow found the strength to thrust higher and deeper than before. Moaning as Eijiro tightened around his erection and his vision began to blur. “Together Ei.” Izuku pleaded as he reached between them and wrapped his scarred hand around his husband's length, giving it several strong, firm tugs that matched his internal pace. Eijiro let out a deep gut wrenching moan as he spilled over Izuku’s fingers in thick white waves, eyes rolling into the back of his head. 

As Eijiro rode out his orgasm, he tightened around Izuku, and the emerald eyed man followed seconds after, filling his husband and pounding into him until he was soft and sensitive. The two men collapsed beside Katsuki, who looked as if he had fallen asleep. “Fuck that was hot.” The blond growled.

The couple laughed, Eijiro’s arms wrapped tightly around Izuku’s waist, as he pressed a kiss to his husband's sweaty forehead. “Agreed.” Izuku nestled into Eijiro’s chest, breathing a deep sigh of contentment. As much as he loved the sex, the post coital cuddle was still his favourite part.

Katsuki got up from his spot on the bed and headed towards the attached bathroom where he cleaned himself up. When he returned he had two warm washcloths in hand, one he gave to Eijiro, the other he used to clean up Izuku. When everything and everyone was clean Katsuki took the cloths and threw them in the hamper by the door, before returning and nestling into Eijiro’s other side. 

Eijiro looked at Katsuki out of the corner of his eye. “I’m just curious. How exactly did ya’ll hear me from outside the house?”

Katsuki chuckled, “You must have left a window open before we left, and the grill is directly against the same wall as your bedroom.”

Eijiro cheeks flushed, “Oh.”

Izuku sat up suddenly, “Oh no! Supper was on the grill.”

“Izuku! It’s fine!” Katsuki stated tiredly, halting the emerald eyed man's concerns. “I finished everything before we came in here, turned off the grill and left the food under the grill cover to stay warm. Though I wasn’t expecting to be gone as long as we were.”

The freckled man laughed. “Neither were we, I’m sure.” Izuku stated as he nestled back into Eijiro’s side. “Though, I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

It was Katsuki’s turn to sit up. “Seriously?”

Eijiro nodded from the bed. “I agree, this was nice. Besides, I didn’t get to do much this time. Izu had all the fun.” 

“Oops,” he said, hiding his face in his husband’s chest with a muffled, “Sorry.” 

“Ain’t that the truth, ya damn rabbit.” Katsuki chuckled, wrapping his arm around both men’s waist. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For letting me in.” Katsuki said softly. 

This time Eijiro chuckled as he shifted his arm to ruffle Katsuki’s hair. “Mutually grateful, I assure you. Now, how about supper? I’m damn well starving.”

The other two men laughed, in turn getting up, getting dressed and heading out for supper. As they left the room, Izuku grabbed their wrists, pulling each man into a soft passionate kiss, before slipping past them and heading outside to the grill. He’d had fun today, and while there was a lot to unpack, he couldn’t be happier than  he was with the two people he loved most in the world by his side.