You may ask, 'Author, why did it take so long?' I have no excuses 😳

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"You sure you're good? Y'know, I can always-"

"No." Izuku says, gently but firmly as he tosses the colored clothes in the washing machine, separating the whites in another basket. He looks adamant, although his eyes drooped from tiredness. "You already did it yesterday! It's okay, Kiri. I swear."

Eijirou was unconvinced, so he tries one last time while leaning on the doorway. "You came home late, had coffee that poured on your shirt because of some clumsy assistant, and you were requested for a photo shoot at three in the afternoon. Don't you think you're, like, too stressed?" He sees how Izuku shrugs, probably ignoring whatever he just said.

".. Izuku."

"Eiji." He shoots back with a pout. "It's fine. I'm fine. It's only- what, ten? And you just got home from running. There's fried fish and crab soup upstairs- and if you don't want that," he pauses to pour a dollop of bleach in, snapping shut the hatch for soap. "There's still leftovers from the steamed dory you and Sero liked a lot. It's in the fridge."

Izuku revels in the silence that follows, thinking Kirishima probably already left- until the sound of a chair being dragged makes him crane his neck and look over his shoulder with wide eyes.

The red head grinned toothily, sitting on the chair. "I can at least keep you company."

That makes him roll his eyes half-heartedly, a tiny amused smile tugging the corner of his lips- somehow still looking angelic under the shit fluorescent lights of the dinky space under their apartment.

"Thank you."

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"You remind me of a housewife."

Izuku's eyes widen for a fraction as he whips around to turn and see Eijirou with his arms crossed by the doorway, a teasing grin on his face.

The younger man huffs an amused breath, before going back and folding Eijirou's bed, tucking it probably neater than it's ever been thanks to college. "Well, the least I can do. The landlord did say you guys weren't exactly looking for a new roommate," he says, fluffing up the pillows. "So I'm trying to make it up to you."

"Well, I mean, we weren't at first- but you know."

"I know what?"

"You turned out to be the sweetest dude alive."

Izuku pauses, before a sly smile overtakes his face,

"Eiji.. Are you trying to get into my pants?"

Oh fuck.

"Uh- shit, I mean, maybe?" He splutters, backing up a bit with a bright red face. "I just- I dunno-"

His flustered word vomit made Izuku laugh, light, as he skips over, duster still in hand as he pinches the redhead's cheek. Adoration shines through his green eyes, scanning Kirishima up and down before his lashes subtly flutters. "You could've just asked."

"I-I could've?"

Izuku hums, before placing a sweet kiss on his cheek, teeth suggestively grazing over his red ears. "Yeah." A hand slides down Kirishima's chest, then down on his abs, Izuku's fingers splayed open as he bites his lip appreciatively about his build. "You're so strong, Eiji," he tilts his head, face glowing with lust-filled excitement while the redhead holds his breath. "I wonder if you can lift me up and fuck me. That would be cool, huh?"

The change in behavior does something to Kirishima, seeing how he wraps a quick arm around Izuku's waist, eyes narrowed and lips curled into a snarl. Izuku feels a thrill go through him, like the cold steel of a knife running down his back- before he licks his lips and lets warmth pool into his lower abdomen.

"Katsuki.. He's still here," Kirishima sticks a thumb out to his wall- the blond's room right on the other side of the thin separator between them. "You-?"

"Oh come on, Eiji," Izuku drawls, already ushering him onto his bed, closing the door shut with a click. "It's not like he's never fucked me before."

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"Shit, Izuku.."

"Mmm.." Izuku would've smiled widely if it wasn't the dick buried until the hilt inside his mouth, just shy of tickling the back of his throat. He gives a light suckle, making Eijirou tense and groan while pre spurts in his mouth, swallowed down with greed.

Izuku pulls off with a lewd pop, fluffing his hair as he grins up at Kiri. "Doing good, tough guy?"

Despite the situation, Eijirou laughs breathlessly, pulling Izuku up and leaning in to kiss him- but Izuku, being too eager, bonks their foreheads together, sending the pair into another fit of giggles.

This is nice, Eijirou decides, brushing a hair from Izuku's face. "Gross," Izuku sticks his tongue out as Kirishima attempts to lock their mouths together. "I just sucked you off. My mouth probably tastes like your cum."

To make the point that he literally does not care, the redhead rolls his eyes and pushes their lips together, wet and sloppy, all tongue and too much teeth, but it makes Izuku moan all the same.

When Eijirou pulls away, he reminds himself to keep Izuku's blissed out face in his memories.

Izuku pulls off of him, slightly sweaty, grinning like an idiot as he straddles Kirishima's waist.

"You wanted me to hold you up, right?" Eijirou hums, rolling his shoulders while his large hands envelop Izuku's surprisingly slim, toned waist, slipping down to rub over his hips appreciatively. Izuku blushes, cock resting on Kiri's stomach, red and needy-

Kirishima averts his eyes to smirk up at Midoriya. "Come on, Izu. Don't get all shy now." He coaxes, and Izuku flushes a pretty pink at the nickname, before nodding wordlessly, slipping off of Kirishima to grab the lube resting beside the redhead's shoulder.

Eijirou shares the responsibility of course- meaning he flips Deku over on all fours, ignoring the wheezing 'oof' as he pops open the cap with a finger. Surprisingly, it was already half-empty- and seeing how Izuku blushes even more when Kirishima chuckles makes the redhead think how fucking cute he is.

"You touch yourself often? Down here?" Kirishima trails a finger down his spine, eliciting a surprised, meek gasp, before Izuku eagerly tilts his hips for more. He doesn't deny the tease- which further makes Eijirou's head spin. "Naughty," he coos, before coating his fingers in the lube and slowly easing a digit in.

Tight was the first thing that came to mind, along with Eijirou's brain rewiring as he forgets Izuku's comfort, eyes wide as he watches himself sink a second finger in way too early, scissoring roughly. Judging from the jerk of Izuku's hips and the low moan, he liked that too.

Deku was writhing, panting as slick dribbled down his hole- crying out when Kirishima hits his spot making pleasure radiate through his body.

"Eiji!" He whines, dripping with desperation. "Please, please-"

Kirishima doesn't seem to care about his mindless begging, licking his lips as he pulls his fingers out to see Izuku almost cry at the loss. "So fuckin' good, Izu. Good boy." He nips at his shoulder blades lightly, laving a tongue on freckled skin.

God, Izuku was hot, and Kirishima presses a hand down on his toned muscled back, sliding down to cup his ass. Before the green-haired man could react- he was yanked off the bed, mind dizzy from the change and suddenly he's pinned on the wall, face to face with Eijirou, his rough hands under Izuku's thighs to keep him up.

Kirishima fumbles with the condom, trying to block out his whimpers and begging, nipping on his jawline- making the latter twist. "You ready?" He doesn't think he can even wait anymore-

"Yeah, nn- come on-"

Kirishima hefts him up, steady on his heels as he leans forward, slowly sinking into that tight wet heat. "Oh shit Izuku-"

Izuku bucks his hips wildly, the back of his head thumping on the wall as punched out gasps of pleasure escape from his mouth. "Eiji- b-big-"

Kirishima laughs, breathless, before nosing up to a dazed Izuku to lock lips, his hips in a steady pump.

It was everything he dreamed it to be. "You feel good, Izu," he grunts lowly, splitting him open with his dick, twitching inside Izuku. His teeth dig into Izuku's shoulder, already close- not deep enough to pierce the skin, but enough to probably leave a bruise for tomorrow.

Probably there for everyone to see- shit! The thought makes Eijirou shudder and see stars, practically slamming Izuku on the wall with how hard he presses his hips down to cum.

Izuku whimpers as he cums, white streaks painting his belly- before he squeaks in surprise when Eijirou plummets back on the bed, chest heaving and cheeks red from extertion.

Kirishima's lashes flutter, panting into Izuku's neck, ignoring the light sheen of sweat and instead focusing on how Izuku coos warmly as he covers his face with sweet little dove kisses.

"Nn.. thank you Eiji." Izuku says, voice soft- before he hesitates.

".. Izuku?"

"Um.." The man's cheeks pink, gnawing at his lower lip. "You can p-pull out now."

Kirishima leans away slightly, spreading Izuku's legs to see where they were still connected- making the other male flush and cover his own face by throwing an arm over his eyes. "U-Um, that's-!"

"Fuckin' hot," Kirishima laughs in breathless satisfaction, before shifting his hips to slowly slide out, making Izuku whine softly as green eyes fluttered close when the redhead moved in for a kiss.

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"Oh! Hi Kacchan-!"

"Who has a bigger dick?" Katsuki interrupts, voice casual as he flips through his magazine. Izuku splutters over his tea, coughing his lungs out.

"What!?"

Bakugou raises an eyebrow. "You heard me."

"I- It's not like I checked Eiji's dick!" Izuku's cheeks glow a bright red, lips wobbly.

"Come on, Deku," Katsuki coaxes. "Just answer-"

"No!"