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Grabbing a clean handkerchief from the endlessly replenished stock hanging from a box on the wall, Toshinori grumbled and finally opened his bedroom door to step towards the giggles. Thankfully fully-clothed in their civilian clothes, Hizashi and Kayama were on his couch. Kayama was on her back, head propped up by the armrest, and Hizashi had his face hovering over her chest. “Ok, ok, how about this one?” Hizashi asked then buried it between her breasts, squeezing them around his face, and started speaking, obviously with a bit of his Quirk, because she immediately squealed and flailed, laughing with her hands twined through his loose hair and pulling him off.

“That one tickled!” She chortled holding Hizashi’s face away from her while he made faces at her. The other blond caught sight of Toshinori’s entrance from the hallway with Shouta.

“Ah,” Hizashi stared, open-mouthed at Toshinori, and then his eyes dropped to Shouta who stood naked next to Toshinori and angled towards him, “Oooohhhh, hi baby,” he cooed and then swallowed thickly, green eyes going wide as they roved over his naked body.

“Eh? Get off before you drool on me!” Kayama dropped her head to look at them upside down and gasped at the sight of them. “Oh-hohohoho.”

“Baby Dom has DEFINITELY been treating you well.” The Voice Hero was still eyeing Shouta thirstily.

Toshinori coughed wetly into a hand and wasn’t surprised when blood dribbled from between his fingers. He quickly wiped it clean and shoved the dirtied handkerchief in his back pocket. “Baby Dom?” He repeated hoarsely. “I served a baby dom. I am NOT a baby dom. Inexperienced yes, but please do not call me that.” Hizashi and Kayama blinked owlishly at him for a long moment while Shouta pressed to his back and shook. It took a moment to realize the man against him was laughing. “Er.”

“Okay wait,” Hizashi started, but Kayama finished, “What?”

“Ah,” Toshinori buried his face in a hand, knowing he was turning deeply red. “Please, let’s just forget I said anything. Just don’t call me that.” He held up a hand attempting to forestall any more questions. This was NOT how he wanted this conversation to start.

Kayama giggled softly. “Alright,” she agreed and released Hizashi’s hair to press that hand against his chest to encourage him to move off of her. His long blond hair fell in a cascade around her head. “Up!”

“Aww!” Hizashi whined loudly, but gracefully rose from his couch and struck a ballet pose. A graceful arabesque, if Toshinori guessed right, his eyes hovering for a beat on the collar around Hizashi’s neck. “So we're finally all together! Yo~!”

“And well rested,” Kayama winked saucily. She rose and then perched on the back of his couch, with a happy grin at Shouta. “You were supposed to be my whipping boy this morning. Did he work you over well enough?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Her eyes dropped down and licked her lips. She squirmed in delight when her eyes finally rose to Toshinori’s.  “Oh you definitely know how to distract me! ‘Zashi,” she snapped her fingers and he snapped into a military salute. “Check on Tan-chan.” Her eyes didn’t leave Toshinori’s.  

With a sharkish grin, Hizashi spun in place and kicked his foot against the other with a click and saluted her. “Aye, aye, cap’n!” Shouta took a step back as Hizashi easily passed through the space between them and with a familiarity that had Toshinori gripping the side of his trousers.

After a quick visual inspection, Hizashi let out a short whistle. “Used your fingernails, huh? That’s pretty wicked of you, big guy.” After doing the visual check and smirking up at Toshinori when he spotted the jewel peeking from between Shouta’s buttcheeks, Hizashi prodded a welt. “How’s this feel?”

“Stings. It’s not bad.”

“You’re right! But you’ll need to turn around and show ‘Muri-chan. And bend forward so she can see your ass too.” The other blond was looking entirely too smug about it.

Toshinori waited patiently trying not to feel insulted, but it did hurt that they thought he was that inexperienced.

Leaning back into Toshinori, Shouta pressed a hand to Hizashi’s face. “Stop being an ass. If protocol was broken, I would have said something.” Hizashi simply grinned impishly at him.

“ Does he know our protocol, Tan-chan?” Kayama’s voice was cool, but with a trickle of mirth. “Or are you letting him wing it?”

Shouta raked a hand through his hair. “There has been sufficient verbal communication.” He snapped back at her.

She hummed, the smile never fading from her eyes, even though they lost their softness when they met Toshinori’s eyes. “Do you want to officially be a part of our polyam?”

“...if I'm allowed,” he said somberly, holding his hands together in front him. “I wasn't told of a protocol.”

Shouta huffed, “It’s nothing special. You followed it.”

Toshinori gave him a confused look. “Safe, sane, and consensual? Those are the basic tenets of BDSM.”

The grin on Kayama’s face broadened. “Yes, and you might be surprised at how few know how to practice such basic tenets. Don’t mind our teasing. If you weren’t a decent Dom, Shouta would have never slept with you more than once.”

A furious blush overcame his face and Hizashi let out a squeal of delight arms spread. “Oh. My. God. You're so fucking cute. I wanna bang you into the next century!!”

That announcement only made Toshinori's ears grow redder. “Ah.”

Kayama held up a finger. “I have conditions, however.”

The veteran hero took a breath and nodded. He expected this. Shouta had warned him, but he still had no idea what to say. He was dreading all of this. “And they are?”

“Full access to your medical records. You’re in, but only on trial. Show us that you can take care of yourself, per your doctors’ orders, or that you’re willing to with our help.”

Toshinori fell into shocked silence.

“Hmmm, pretty invasive, yeah?” Hizashi said stepping next to him again and peering up at him.

“Yes. It is,” he ground out, fingers twisting into his trousers. He desperately wanted to be with Shouta, who still had his side pressed to Toshinori’s back. Additionally, he liked getting fucked until he couldn't get it up anymore.

Hizashi pressed his hands to Toshinori’s chest and went up to his tip toes. “But is it worth it?” Hizashi’s whisper tickled Toshi's ear, bringing back memories of how responsive, how expressive , the other blond has been under his hands. He was effectively sandwiched, but that wouldn’t distract him.

“Do you want an answer now?”

Rebuffed, Hizashi drew back and tucked his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels, and looked toward Kayama.

“I’m rather disappointed that the prizes weren’t sufficient to warrant an immediate affirmative.” She pouted. “Tan-chan,” She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. Shouta immediately went to her, and Toshinori felt chilled when the other pulled away. “Display for your Bab—er Sir.”

He went to his knees at her feet, facing Toshinori and assumed the pose he had earlier on Toshinori’s bed while he was dressing.

“You look so cold, love,” she twined a hand through his black hair, while Hizashi watched the two with impatient eagerness. “Guess I can still warm you up a bit later,” she purred and wriggled a little, wagging her ample backside a bit from the thought.

That same possessiveness from that time in the lounge surged up violently and Toshinori gritted his teeth. Was this worth losing the last bit of control he had over his life? “‘Zashi,” She snapped her fingers pointing to her other side.

Hizashi squealed and darted to her, assuming the same position next to Shouta. He squirmed, but still obediently hung his head, his unbound hair spilling over his shoulders, parting around his neck and showing off the nape of his neck. His casual clothes were a sharp contrast to Shouta’s complete nudity, though the spread knees caused his jeans to pull tight over his crotch.

Shouta’s gaze rose to Toshinori’s face, eyes desperate, and the tall honey blonde swallowed nervously.

“Ohoh? What are you doing, breaking form?” Kayama scolded in a delighted tone, doing nothing to correct her pet. She merely watched with glee as she combed her hand through his black hair.

“Please, sir.” Shouta murmured loud enough for Toshinori to hear.

Kayama’s hand froze in his hair with a sharp inhale. “Ooooh.” Even Hizashi sucked in a startled breath, though he kept his head ducked down. Shouta’s face betrayed nothing, his gaze steady on Toshinori’s.

“...Yes. I'll give you access,” Toshinori sounded defeated but also strangely relieved. His heart was aching when he was gifted with crinkled, smiling eyes from Shouta before the man ducked his head down again.

“HALLELUJAH!!” Breaking form, Hizashi flailed about with excitement, apparently not bothered when Kayama tsked in disapproval at that. She beamed at Toshinori, who clutched his sore neck and looked away. The three would discover that in order to heal he would have to go on sabbatical indefinitely. Surely, they would see why he couldn't… and if not then he'd have to tell them why it was so important that he didn't.

“I'll give you the details of what clinic and doctor I go to and fill out the necessary paperwork to spell out that you're privy to the information.” Toshinori tried checking his watch and realized he'd forgotten to put it on.”Er.. They should be open still…”

A sharp laugh pierced the air from Hizashi. “Um, Toshio, no offense, but—”

“Toshio?” The veteran hero muttered under his breath, but it was like he hadn't spoken.

“—you can fill those out online, you know?” Hizashi mimed each action verb he used, pretending to type with a keyboard and pushing a computer mouse around, clicking frantically, “Print them out, sign them, and then fax or scan and email it back!” He clapped his hands together. “Easy peasy!”

Toshinori scratched the back of his head in mute amazement at the energy Hizashi gave off, even after the wild night they had together and the session he had with his Mistress.

Shouta made a noise. “Is there medicine you should be taking now?”

“Oh. Probably.” Relieved for the distraction, he headed to the kitchen island, checking the time first to confirm, and pulled over the three daily medicine organizers cases. Written very noticeably, one had ‘Morning’, the second had ‘Lunch’, and the third had ‘Evening’. He slid the Morning one over and dry-swallowed the large amount of pills. He went to the cupboard and drew out a glass, filling it with water. Then he took a swig to wash the foul pill-taste off his tongue. “I have some granola bars and fresh fruit if anyone wants some,” he called over his shoulder as he grabbed a cursed smoothie pack, twisting off the top and slurping it down. Otherwise, the medicine would leave his intestines in knots.

“We had breakfast on the way here,” Kayama stated quietly, but her voice seemed a bit distorted so Toshinori glanced back at her to find she had sunk to the ground behind Shouta and was running her hands over his arms and shoulders while eyeing his back and licking her lips. The possessiveness amped up several degrees when Hizashi broke his line of sight to Shouta and knelt in front of his—

He took a careful breath and reminded himself that Shouta wasn’t only his.

Hizashi was very noisy as he slurped, making purring noises throughout, as Shouta arched invitingly against Kayama. Toshinori’s ears were hot at the noise, and he stared down at himself realizing he was having absolutely no reaction. Still.

“Toshio,” using the name Hizashi had given Toshinori, Kayama raised her voice enough to be heard over the noises her pets were making, “what would you like to be called?”

“Toshi is fine…?” Toshinori attempted to not watch them, even though that’s probably what they intended. Mouth dry, he grabbed a bottle of water from the cupboard and pre-emptively cracked the lid open, eyes darting over the breakfast bar to the three on his living room floor. It might have been a mistake to march Shouta naked out of his bedroom.

“And what would you like these two to call you when we’re playing?” She gripped Hizashi’s hair and tugged. He moaned in delight, and then, from the looks of it, bit Shouta’s side, making him yell and flinch, only to pant and sigh a beat later. Shouta was writhing between them, rocking in a way that made Toshinori wonder if she was playing with the jeweled plug stuffed in Shouta’s ass.

He blinked, “Er… during roleplay?” Remembering the bottle of water in his hand, he set it down. He had to wait fifteen minutes after eating. He carefully laced his fingers together so he wouldn't try to pick it back up.

Kayama tightened her grip on Hizashi’s hair and twisted his head, forcing him to bodily turn away from Shouta. “What do you call me, dear?”

“Mistress.” Hizashi immediately answered. “Mistress, please Mistress,” he babbled, practically vibrating with energy, his eyes fixed on hers, his lips moist and red from his efforts on Shouta.

“Oh… Master should suffice,” Toshinori said in a measured way, eyes fixed on them.

Kayama’s tongue darted out and traced a path up the shell of Hizashi’s ear, while Shouta simply leaned against her opposite shoulder, eyeing them and panting softly, “Say hi, slut.”

Hizashi groaned, licking his lips, and wiggled in delight as his eyes darted to Toshinori. “Hi, Master.”

“Hello, pet.” This time he wasn’t even trying to hide his interest.

The other blond gave a high pitched moan in response and was allowed to turn back towards Shouta, sliding his hands down Shouta’s torso. The angle from where Toshinori stood in the kitchen made it difficult to see exactly what was going on. He took out another smoothie pack from his fridge, twisted off the lid, and drank it down. He sat down on the tall stool at the side of the counter, watching them.

“And you? My little pain whore,” Kayama hissed with a tender voice with an edge of barely tempered sharpness. Toshinori saw her shift towards Shouta and caught a glimpse of her other arm wrapping around his front. Her arm moved in a rough manner, and Shouta arched up, throwing his head back over her shoulder with a strangled cry. Eyes wide, Hizashi flinched away from them, sitting back on his haunches and looked away. “What do you say?” She purred in Shouta’s ear as he rocked slightly, presumably against her hand, shivering and whimpering, his eyes squeezed shut tight.

“Weh-welcome, Master,” he managed to choke out.

Toshinori licked his lips wondering if he was allowed to join in when his phone rang, making them all jump. “A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS—!”

Embarrassed by the interruption, Toshinori answered. “Hello?”

Kayama coughed back a laugh, “Really? You’re answering your phone?” She smirked, making Shouta yell again with a jerk of her wrist.

Face pale, Hizashi flailed his arms, hissing. “Oi Oi Oi,” he actually managed to be somewhat quiet, “What if that’s someone important!?”

Another sharp cry rang out, and Hizashi shoved his hands over Shouta's mouth with a loud shush. If possible, the other man grew louder as Kayama’s arm jerked more forcibly.

In Toshinori's ear, the soothing voice of their boss spoke. “Good Morning, All Might! I see you’ve had a good week.”

“Ah Principal Nedzu! To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Realizing what he was doing hardly did anything, Hizashi held his face in his hands, curtain of hair falling forward, and sat back, unable to continue. Obviously, he was not into this kind of exhibitionism as the other two seemed to be.

“Well, unfortunately,” his cheery tone didn’t falter by the increased noise that was even making Toshinori blush, “I called to scold you! Of all the teachers, I certainly expected you to know the teacher’s manual by heart and to follow it to the letter!” Despite the words coming over the speaker, Nedzu sounded positively delighted. “Seven years and Midnight hasn’t faltered once. I’m a little surprised you fell for that bait so eagerly and so quickly.” Nedzu laughed with breathy delight, a gurgling noise occurring not long after. It was probably a cup of tea.

“Ah-h.” Toshinori sputtered. “I’m terribly sorry for my inappropriate behavior. Yes, I read the teacher’s manual, sir. I… er, yes, I take full responsibility, if I need to tender my resignation….” Toshi pulled at his collar, world narrowing on the phone call. Thankfully, Shouta grew quieter, but Toshinori wasn’t paying attention anymore.

The gurgling stopped. “Ah, you misunderstood. I’m not firing you, All Might. Just know that this is your first warning.” Toshinori sagged against the marble-top counter with heavy, mute relief. “Now, please put me on speakerphone. It will save me a call to Eraserhead that would have been simply ignored.”

Toshinori felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his face, “O-oh. O-of cou—Are you sure, sir? I mean…”

“Yes, yes. I’m aware of what they’re doing. Was that not Present Mic trying to quiet him?”

“Er,” he glanced over, saw black material stuffed in Shouta’s mouth, and flushed deeply, his eyes dropping down to confirm that Hizashi was missing a sock. “Aaahh. Okay.” Toshinori lifted the phone from his ear. “It’s Principal Nedzu. I’m turning on the speakerphone,” he announced to the others, face red from embarrassment. Then he clicked on the proper button and hid his face behind his hand for a moment.

“HIIIIIIIII,” Kayama waved at the phone. “I’m surprised this wasn’t your doing, Principal!”

“Oh, the initial meeting very much was,” the Principal giggled gleefully.

Blinking at the phone, Toshinori realized he wasn't surprised to hear that Nedzu had a hand in that, though he was confused as to why and how.

“The second tryst, however, is the reason I’m calling to inform Eraserhead-kun that he is suspended for the usual three days.”

“Usual?” Toshinori parroted, shifting uncomfortably on the hard stool.

Kayama cackled. “Tan-chan is rather notorious for how inappropriate he gets with other teachers in the lounge rooms.”

“And as always,” Nedzu crooned over the speaker. “Midnight has the perfect record.” She preened while Hizashi further buried his face in his hands.

“I’m very sorry, sir.” Hizashi offered behind a wall of hair. His embarrassed whisper was ignored.

“Just remember, All Might. You get two warnings, and then a three day suspension! Your suspension record restarts at the end of every school year.”

“Wait. Midnight never … ?”

“Nope! Never trust your first impression! Well,” Nedzu chuckled quietly, “She hasn’t according to the rules book at the time, anyway. I never did ask… Was that Hizashi’s idea?”

Kayama cackled gleefully. “Yes, sir!”

Hizashi groaned, curling up more.

“What was his idea?” Toshinori glanced between his phone and the other blonde.

“Well, it’s in the rulebook now,” Nedzu said dismissively. “You four have an excellent and fun weekend, and please make sure Eraser is well occupied on his days off?”

“Of course,” Kayama purred.

“All Might?”

“Er, yes?”

“Well, I suppose it would be redundant to remind you to take care of yourself since that’s now covered, hm? So, be safe!” The call ended and Toshinori stared at the screen.

“Toshi,” Kayama crooned, drawing his attention from the phone. “Come play,” she purred, one eye piercing since she could only turn so much towards him.

His view of her hand as she stroked Shouta’s dripping, swollen cock was uninterrupted now that Hizashi was off to the side, still scowling in deep embarrassment. However, it was Hizashi’s distress that drew his attention. “Shouta isn’t allowed on my cock till tomorrow morning,” Toshinori told her, “That’s his punishment for letting you in.”

“Oooh. What a treat!” She nuzzled Shouta’s neck and then scraped her teeth along one of the shallow marks Toshinori had left earlier in the morning, one that wasn’t covered in ointment. “Should I stuff you with cold, lifeless, silicone then? Though, your Master certainly gave you a headstart.” Head craned back towards her, mouth crammed full with Hizashi’s sock, and neck exposed, Shouta rocked back onto her hand, the one tugging and playing with the plug. “Oh, but ‘Zashi hasn’t had a chance to prep you today. We’ll have to make up for that later.”

The two made an enticing sight, but he tore his eyes off them to catch Hizashi’s gaze. The Voice Hero opened his mouth to say something, most likely to cover up his distress, but Toshinori cut him off by snapping his fingers and pointing to the ground in front of him, the same way he had seen Kayama do. Hizashi’s mouth froze open, and then he exhaled a soft whimper as he scrambled to his feet, still missing that sock, to run the short distance, only to fall to his knees and slide to a halt at Toshinori’s feet where the tall man sat on a stool by the counter, in the same position Shouta was in.

It was a nice sight, that submissive pose, though Hizashi’s head was tilted at an angle to look up at him, while he bit his lower lip. “Yes, Master? Please, Master.” Toshinori eyed him and that spill of extra long hair. Would it get in the way?

“Strip.” He ordered, and then quickly added, “slowly.” He shifted into a more comfortable position on his perch.

Hizashi bit his lip, looking uncertain. “May I get up, Master?”

“Yes...” He blinked and watched the fastest stripdown he had ever seen. Exactly what part of that had been slow? Before he opened his mouth to scold him, Hizashi was already buck naked save for his glasses and piercings, staring up at him with a wide, troublesome smile. “You’re gorgeous aren’t you?” Toshinori ended up saying instead of his prepared scolding, eyes traveling down that lithe, muscled body. Both of his nipples were pierced and the tip of his cock had a metal loop through it. It took Toshinori a moment to remember the name of that piercing. Prince albert right? Had he seen a flash of metal on the underside of his cock too?

“Hhh?” The other blond’s cheeks went rosy at the compliment, while he shifted on his feet, hands fluttering between covering himself, hiding behind his back, or reaching out for Toshinori before he hid them behind his back again.

Toshinori beckoned him closer and patted his lap, while the pair not ten feet away grew quiet. He suspected they were watching but all of his attention was for Hizashi.

Hizashi let out an excited noise and practically slung himself into his lap. Arms wrapped around him, the other blond batted his eyes up at him and purred, “Would you like me to put my hair up, Master?”

“I asked you a question.”

The wiry body stiffened. Wide, green eyes peered up at him. “...yes, Master…?”

“Yes, what?” Toshinori ran a hand down the firm muscles of his back.

A tremor went through Hizashi and he closed his eyes. “Yes, I’m gorgeous,” he answered, his voice extremely quiet for the man. Toshinori heard Kayama make a soft noise and, out of the corner of his eye, saw ner nuzzle Shouta’s neck and wriggle in place. As he suspected, the both of them were intently watching.

While Hizashi watched, Toshinori planted a kiss on his forehead, and those vibrant green eyes continued to stare up at him, face so red that it looked sunburnt. “Good job, stud.”

“S-stud?” Hizashi pressed his hands to his cheeks and let out a squeal that vibrated through Toshinori but didn’t hurt his ears. “Stud? Are you saying my cock size is like a horse, Master?”

“Well it’s certainly long enough, don’t you think?” Toshinori said frankly, glancing down as it was growing erect.

The Voice Hero hummed happily glancing down at himself and then blinked rapidly several times at Toshinori’s lap. “Wait. You’re not hard.”

“Mm.”

“...How are you even sitting up? I fucked you, like hardcore into next week.” Hizashi slid off his lap staring into Toshinori’s eyes with a protective downturn to his lips. “Are you hurting?? Oh god, are you hurt and hiding it?” Kayama slowly rose from her seat behind Shouta, eyes fixed on her loud boy as she moved towards him.

Toshinori raised his hands trying to calm him down. “I’m fine. It’s only a burning sensation; pinches when I move the wrong way.” He shifted a little, froze, and then resettled when the pain allowed it.

Hizashi frowned at him. “God, I knew it.” He held his face with his hands and breathed so hard that Toshinori thought he was screaming. Kayama cursed so quietly a few paces away that her blond pet didn't seem to hear, manicured fingers raised towards Hizashi, looking like she desperately wanted to take the man in her arms but was holding herself back.

Purple-dark nails flashed towards Toshinori and then wrapped fully around his thin bicep. He blinked down at it and then at Hizashi who was staring at the floor, face pinched.

“How high is your pain tolerance, All Might? Should I inspect you ?”

Toshinori flushed and pulled his arm from the loose grip as he rose off the stool. Kayama stayed where she was with watchful, light blue eyes fixed on Hizashi. Shouta appeared behind her and rested a hand on her waist. Why were they suddenly hovering over Hizashi? Toshinori grit his teeth.

“You didn’t tear anything; I’m not bleeding. You didn’t hurt me.” He stated sternly. “I’m just a little sore and at an age where I can’t always get an erection. I’m fine. ” Why did they even want him there if they thought he was invalid ? Shouta was stepping towards Toshinori even before he turned away.

The movement out the corner of his eye halted when Hizashi grabbed his arm again. He felt a cheek and face press to his arm. “Thank you, sir,” came the relieved voice. “When you said you haven't bottomed in awhile and then urged me to go rough and quick… I wasn’t considerate enough to think of it... then coming off a high like that...”

Toshinori turned to look down at him. Hizashi’s worried eyes slowly rose to meet his. They were shining with unshed tears. Toshinori awkwardly coughed into a fist and looked away sheepishly, his anger leaving him in a rush. Did he really seem that bad off? Perhaps he had gotten a bit too acclimated to his condition.

Behind Hizashi, Kayama had a hand clamped over her mouth, her own eyes shining, though hers looked like pride. What was going on here? Shouta shifted backwards. It was only then that he realized they were staying utterly silent and out of Hizashi’s line of sight. Shouta re-wrapped his arm around Kayama and pulled her away from them. Had they gotten up to intervene? But why had she seemed so concerned over Hizashi? More importantly, how was Kayama being silent in heels ?

He studied the shorter blond for a beat. Those bright green eyes still looked watery, those eyebrows perpetually pinched in opposition to his swoopy mustache, and his hands hovered over Toshinori’s chest as if he were afraid to touch him. Had he been screaming earlier? Toshinori brought a knobby hand up slowly, making sure HIzashi saw it, and lightly brushed the collar with a tiny lit orange LED around his neck. Hizashi was speaking normally, so the device probably had a setting to kick on its sound-cancellation functionality when certain parameters were met. Briefly, David flashed into mind as he always did when Toshinori looked at Quirk support or suppression tech. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he grumbled softly, memories making him wistful.  

Again, a rosy flush dappled those cheeks and Hizashi finally squirmed around a bit. “Yeah! Quit that yo! It tickles .” He stepped back and did a graceful ballet spin that Toshinori couldn’t name that hair gracefully flying out with him. His exposed, half-hard cock swung out with the motion and Toshinori forced himself to not eye it. Toshinori automatically reached out a hand and wrapped it around him when Hizashi ended the spin directly in front of him with both arms draped over his shoulders.

He coughed lightly. “I… have an assortment of toys if you still… erm… need attention.”

A well-manicured hand dropped to that pert mouth to muffle the shriek of glee as Hizashi hopped a little back so he didn’t have to crane his head back as far. “ Ohhhh , that’s hot. ”

Kayama seemed to sag against his breakfast bar, Shouta right by her side, smirking softly at Toshinori. Unlike Hizashi, Shouta seemed to lose his erections rather quickly. Though they both seemed extremely comfortable completely nude.

Toshinori gave him a small smile. He really liked to see that flush burn down from Hizashi’s face and neck to the upper part of his pale chest. Toshinori’s long finger twirled around a strand of that silky hair. “Or shall I lend a hole for you to fuck, slut?” Moving quickly to wrap an arm around Hizashi’s back when he let out a low groan and wavered in place, Toshinori easily supported his weight as he ventured a guess to the problem. “Too much blood rushing to your cock, hm?”

Hizashi cracked a grin and then dramatically flung his arms up like the cover of a romance novel, one hand covering his smirking face. “My savior!” A piercing green eye stared at him hungrily. “Which hole are you offering up, Master?”

“Now, I believe that answer is obvious.” Toshinori pulled his lips into a smile and then winked at him. “My Gorgeous Princess Stud.”

Arching a bit as he writhed, Hizashi let out a squeal with hands tightly over his mouth. “ Oh my god. You’re so amazing and I can’t wait to fuck your soft mouth. I bet your tight, hot throat feels amazing. ”

Toshinori smirked and pressed a hand to his chest, he turned him and backed him up slowly until he leaned against the wall. Grinning and relaxing at the smaller blond’s enthusiastic response, he slowly sank to his knees and pressed his lips to his bare chest. “Good,” he purred as Hizashi’s hands twined through his hair.

“Ooooh, I can’t wait .” Hizashi shivered under his hands. “But how much fucking am I gonna get to do if I’m pinned to the wall?”

“Guess you’ll find out.” He ran his hands up the man’s sides and thumbed his nipples before slowly taking one in his mouth, playing with the piercing he hadn’t noticed through the lingerie last night.

A thump and a muffled swear behind him caught his attention. Keeping Hizashi in place with a hand, he turned in time to see Shouta fall onto his side, arms behind his back, with Kayama in control, a clawed hand wrapped around the side of his throat, slamming the side of his face into Toshinori’s wooden floors with just enough force to make him flinch.

Toshinori tensed, but Hizashi made a soft groan in the back of his throat. He sucked in a breath when he realized Shouta’s arms were behind his back because they were already cuffed, making his back arch upwards. Kayama replaced the hand at his throat with the sole of her heel, the heel itself digging into the underside of his chin, forcing his head up and back. The rest of her leg pinned his chest down while she grabbed the knee that struck at her and dug her claws into the soft tender meat behind the knee. Shouta cried out softly, the sound muffled by his trapped chin. She forced the knee down, making him lay more on his cuffed arms.

Toshinori glanced down in surprise at himself when his cock twitched. “Huh.”

“Sorry to distract you, loves,” Kayama purred loud enough for them to hear and Toshinori glanced back, his breath stuttering in his chest. A pink curved device was being slid over Shouta’s hard cock. She pressed down on it, forcing his cock into a downwards curve, making the man groan in pain and arch. “Zashi, baby, I may need your help.”

Hizashi giggled gleefully where he was pinned, “Ah. Blood King as an old man, all that extra skin hanging off his flabby wrinkled body as he scowls!” Toshinori choked and coughed into a handkerchief.

“What?” he muttered.

“Good, more.” Kayama ordered.

“Hmmmm… Nedzu in a diaper, ah, singing O’ Canada!!”

Shouta snarled and Toshinori blinked in confusion up at Hizashi, who just giggled and grinned down at him.

“Got it! Thank you, baby.”

Toshinori glanced back and saw her fasten a lock over the pink plastic. Kayama rolled off the man and lay on her back, a hand going to her groin. Bucking as her wrist and fingers worked against her clit, with a loud groan she came against her fingers. Scowling, Shouta gingerly sat up, leaned against the side of his couch, and eyed them all warily, hands still cuffed behind him. If it weren’t for the deep red on his cheeks and upper chest, Toshinori would have been concerned.

He blinked when it clicked. “Wait, that’s how you get that on after he’s already hard?”

Hizashi laughed warmly. “Yup! The pain itself won’t do it and he loves his little torture device so much he gets too hard for it as soon as it comes out!”

Kayama breathed out and relaxed into the floor. “Your treat,” she said lowly and rolled back over, climbing to her feet. She pulled a key out of her pocket and released Shouta then walked over to them, putting her cuffs and the key back in her pockets. She crouched beside them and draped a simple chain with a different key at the end over Toshinori’s neck. “I’ve kept him locked up for weeks at a time during breaks, so don’t feel too pressured into releasing him. I’ll show you how to maintain your new pet later.” She was warm against his back and still catching her breath from the short fight and her orgasm. “Mm, you’re warm. Oh shit, I need to warm up Tan-chan.” She shifted away from Toshinori. “Oi. Get over here, Brat.” She snapped her fingers, then turned back to Toshinori, “Toshi, may I get some blankets from your bed?”

He blinked at her, not expecting to be asked for permission to enter his room. “Of course?” She was already up and hurried down the hall to his bedroom.

Shouta padded over to them and sat against the wall next to Hizashi. Toshinori couldn’t help but study the device. It was mostly a clear pink plastic in the shape of a small flaccid cock with a black softer plastic ring that wrapped around his balls, locking his cock in a downward position against his sac. “Chastity cage, hm?” He raised an eyebrow at Shouta who eyed him through heavy lids, a hand rubbing the skin around the device and ghosting over it.

Curious, Toshinori dropped a hand and lightly brushed the little bit of cock available through the plastic, the slit at the very tip of his head. Shouta sucked in a sharp breath and arched, hands coming up to claw through his own hair. Toshinori’s fingers came back slick with precum. “Shiiit,” he breathed. “You really like that.”

Hizashi reached down and gripped Shouta’s hair as he shivered and whimpered, pulling the man towards him. Shouta pressed his face against Hizashi’s side and just breathed.

“Master?” Hizashi brought his attention back to him and shifted against the hand still pinning him to the wall. Toshinori watched as Hizashi ran his hands over his own torso and then down over his cock, lightly brushing his slit the same way Toshinori had just done to Shouta. He lifted that dainty finger. “Say, ahhh, Master,” Hizashi begged.

“Ah?” Parting his lips, Toshinori let Hizashi rub the precum over his tongue. He closed his lips around the fingers and sucked them clean. Hizashi’s brows pinched even closer and higher on his forehead as his lips parted with a soft groan.

How am I still not hard? It was probably a good thing he wasn’t, he realized. How badly were these two going to fight over his erections now that they knew he had limits? Kayama bustled in and dumped a pile of blankets on Shouta, kneeling to tuck it in around the still very flustered man.

“Better, baby?” she purred, hand brushing over Shouta’s face. Shouta closed his eyes and nodded. “Good.” She leaned forward and kissed him lightly. Then she shifted closer to Toshinori, kneeling on the ground next to him and keeping a hand on Shouta. “Would you be comfortable if I watched?” She licked her lips eyeing Hizashi’s half-hard cock.

“That’s fine.”

“Please, Master?” Hizashi reached for his head and Toshinori leaned forward to encourage him to twine his fingers through his hair. It felt good to have someone play with his hair. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to his breastbone while Kayama got settled in next to his side. Normally, he’d be on guard with another dominant so close, but she had been nothing but respectful after teasing him earlier.

Bringing up his free hand he thumbed the nipple piercing while wrapping his lips around the other. Humming, it took him a moment to realize this was the same one he had sucked on before. He pulled off it, lightly scraping it with his teeth and then moved to the side to wrap his lips around the other, tonguing the cold metal.

Leaning his head back, Hizashi moaned, “Your tongue is going to be amazing on my dick, isn’t it ?”

Keeping one hand pressed to his hipbone to keep him moderately still, he dropped the other down the rippling muscles of his stomach and then around the base of his cock.

Hizashi exhaled hard, “Oh god, yes, touch me. Touch me more than that. please please please,” he squirmed under Toshinori’s hand.

He cupped the rapidly hardening cock in a hand and drew his fingers up towards the head, confirming what he had thought he had seen earlier. On top of the prince albert, he also had a somewhat small gauge Jacob's ladder that ended at the very base of his head. The last one was underneath the foreskin instead of being through it. “You didn’t have this in yesterday.” He murmured as he lay soft kisses down his belly.

“ Ahhh! Ahaha, tickles—OOHH. MMmm!! No, uh. inter...national flights and— oh baby , I am here for the frontal inspection, Officer Yagi. ”

Grinning and humming softly as the other blond babbled, he slowly stroked the long, pierced, cock from the base to the tip with the pads of his fingers, pausing to play with the prince albert with his thumb. By the time his lips got to his belly button, he had to pull the cock to the side of his chin so that he could lick and tease his belly button.

“ God you tease. Kiss me lower,” he whined, “ On my dick my—ahhh! hhhmMmm, damnit, suck my dick already, please. Please??” He squirmed, but couldn’t shift at all. He was panting hard, face beet red. “ Please master, suck my dick?”

The man’s desperation tasted so delicious under his lips.

“ God your mouth is so beautiful, bet your lips are super soft too, and if I cum in your mouth—can I come in your mouth? Do I have permission to?”

Sitting back on his haunches, Toshinori realized he’d have to bend over further if he wanted to lick up the length of his cock while watching his face. That wasn’t ideal with his injury.

“MMmmHHH OooohhhHHhh baby, I’d love to cum on your handsome face.”

He dropped a hand to cup behind Hizashi’s knee, tugging it forward slowly enough to let the man adjust his balance as he propped that leg up over his shoulder. Kayama hummed happily at the sight.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, yeah. I can get into this. Am I gonna get lift—AH! Whee!”

He grabbed the other and did the same. There, that was better. Cupping his ass with both hands, he shifted him up the wall so that he could keep his spine straight enough to avoid pain. Hizashi clung to his hair and babbled and wiggled, flushed with excitement. “Oh. My. GoOoOod, you’re so strong.”

Shifting closer and keeping Hizashi steady, Toshinori looked up, right into those brilliant green eyes starving for release as he brought his face forward and licked a long strip up the length of his cock, directly between the metal balls of the ladder.

Eyes fixed on something beside Toshinori, Hizashi clung tightly to him with both hands, trying to roll his hips forward and only succeeding in flopping against the wall. “OOoooOOoOOOooh—Ohhhh. Yeahhh, Toshiohhhh!!! HHhhnn!!!”

He flicked the prince albert with his tongue before wrapping his lips around the tip of his cock and gently sucking in the pre-cum, rolling it over his tongue and playing with the tip’s piercing. Oh, how he loved how responsive the other man was.

Hizashi shoved a fist against his mouth as he shrieked out a groan. “Your mouth is so good. so good so good, and your tongue, licky licking, OOoooOHhhhh”

Toshinori kept his eyes on his face as he tucked his lips over his teeth and slowly slid the head of that long cock into his mouth, enjoying the feel of his lower lip sliding over the small metal balls. Halfway on, he had to tilt his chin down to let it slide down his throat. Swallowing on the head to nudge it down his throat, he wanted to moan at the feel and the sound of his stud’s enthusiasm before coming back up to suck on his head while the shuddering, loudly moaning man recovered.

“ Fuck, All Might . Fuck. I’m ready to cum whenever you tell me to. pleaaaaase. god I wanna splatter up your face. Mmmm”

He pulled off the cock “No,” he stated sternly. “I’ve hardly had the chance to taste you. You can wait.” He slid the cock back down his throat and started bobbing his head, thoroughly enjoying himself and his lack of gag reflex.

Hizashi whined like it was physically demanding not to climax right there. “So,so slick and good. Hot and tight. MmmmOHHH, god you keep doing things with that tongue—-HHHH”

Toshinori pulled back enough to flick the prince albert with his tongue again. That thing felt strange, but pleasant, going down his throat. “You can beg better than that, can’t you?” He wrapped his lips around his tip again before thinking better of it. He tongued his slit, letting his tongue slide underneath the very sensitive corona before asking, “Do you want more? Or do you just want to cum quickly?”

“Hhhhhhhhhhh, please suck me more it feels so good. I love the way you play with my piercingsSsssS—Ooohhh, yesss, your tongue is so firm, but it teases me, god, please. Please keep torturing me. I can’t stand it ,” he keens deeply, thrusts aborted so easily. Toshinori loved how much the other man squirmed.

Toshinori pulled back and had to drop the man down to lap little licks up his head, making the prince albert bounce around. “You’re such a good Princess Stud, aren’t you?” He dropped his head to suck in the head of his cock and then looked back up at him, tongue playing with the piercing.

“OHHHH, ahh!!”

“Say it.”

Hizashi clung to his hair where his hands had remained the entire time as if he'd been trained to keep them there. “Ah!! I’mma—mm!! I’mma good— OH god your tongue—a ahhhhh good PrincesssSSSS Sstu—ahhh,Stud.” Hizashi whined deeply, panting as he again tried to jerk his hip forward.

“Good, Stud.” He took him all the way in, slowly, letting the metal balls slide over his lips and tongue. Staying completely on him for several moments, he simply swallowed around the pierced glans in his throat, feeling HIzashi’s erection twitch in response, and nuzzled the scratchy blond hair at the base of his cock.

“ Yes, yes, yessssss. Toshiiii. Ah!!! Master's mouth is—is SO OHHH Sslick, slicky. AHH!”

Toshinori came up for air and then sucked him straight down again, picking up a steady rhythm for several moments.

Hizashi threw his head back, making a dull thud against the wall, and cried out hoarsely, words totally incoherent between the loud moans. Next to them, Kayama seemed to finally lose her self control and moaned loud enough for Toshinori to hear through Hizashi’s thighs. She sounded closer than she had been when she first sat down next to them.

He shifted Hizashi’s weight so that he had a free hand. Reaching over he found her less than a few inches from him. He scooped a hand under her elbow and tried to pull her closer, but she stopped his hand and pulled away.

A moment later, though, Toshinori felt her press up against his back, between the legs over his shoulders, and one of her arms wrapped around his waist. He felt her other arm against his ass as she slid it down her front and started playing with herself. Hot, moist air seeped through the back of his shirt as she panted. Reaching back again, he wrapped a finger over the hem of her pants, the first his fingers found, and tugged her against him, encouraging her. The arm around his middle tightened and he felt her soft breasts press more fully against him.

Pulling off the cock, he gave Hizashi a stern look. “Keep begging and don’t you dare beg to cum until you can’t hold back any more.”

Kayama moaned, the sound vibrating hotly against his shirt.

Thighs trembling on Toshinori’s shoulders, Hizashi gasped for air to speak. “C-can I c-cum now?”

“No, that’s not permission to cum. That’s permission to beg to cum, but only when you can’t hold back any longer.”

That sent a pronounced shiver through his stud’s body. “ Yessir.”

Smirking, Toshinori wrapped his lips back around that delicious cock and went back to working the man into a frenzy while Kayama’s soft body rolled against his back.

“Oh oh pleaseee, Master, Master, please. Please milk me-AHH!!” Hizashi’s eyes were tearing up and he hiccuped. “ Master, master, please, Please, ” he moaned out like a mantra.

Toshinori knew he was getting close so he swallowed him all the way down and nuzzled the blonde curls of his belly again, letting him beg and enjoying the panting moans he could just barely hear from Kayama, but could feel against his skin. She was rocking against his back in time to the rhythm of Hizashi’s begging, her free hand clenching the front of his shirt.

“ p-please lemme cum, masterrr , ” the half-sob wrenched from his stud, fingers curled against Toshinori’s scalp. “ Please I'm begging you. AhhhhHhhHH !!”

Oh, he sounded so good. Toshinori pulled off and nuzzled his glans, looking up at his face. “On my face or in my mouth?” Kayama was shuddering, arm locked around him as hard as she could.

“ Aahh. haahhhnn… ” Hizashi sobbed softly, catching his breath, “ Face please. Please, master. Please. I wanna cum on your face.”

“You may,” Toshinori licked up the length of his cock again, enjoying the expression on Hizashi’s face.  

Hizashi sniffled, closing his eyes, and let his hands trail down his own sensitive stomach, fingers curling in his pubes and then pushed against his cock to aim towards Toshinori's face. A single purple fingernail circled about the glans, and his stud let out a soft gasp eyes fluttering, hips trying to cant forward as he threw his head back, only having to stroke himself twice.

Toshinori’s eyes snapped shut just in time, but, other than a lip curling up into a smirk, didn’t move as Hizashi’s cum splattered onto his face. Kayama whimpered softly and swallowed loudly, breathe stuttering against Toshinori’s back as her steady rhythm against him became erratic.

Hizashi shuddered even after he was spent and then looked down. “Oh you look so hot, ” he slurred, “ better than I imagined.”

“Good job,” Toshinori purred, risking opening an eye. He reached up and slowly lowered one of the legs draped over his shoulder, easily steadying the wrecked man and lowering the other, letting Hizashi sink to the ground in front of him like a newborn colt.

Hands freed he smeared some of the cum off his face onto a finger and stuck it in his own mouth, sucking it clean. “You taste great. Now clean me off.” He leaned forward, bringing his cum-covered face closer to Hizashi. “I love how loud you get. It sends shivers down my spine.” Behind him Kayama shifted to look around him and moaned through her hand at the sight of his face. He chanced a glance at her red, flushed face and smirked.

“I love you, Master,” his stud sighed out, gaze unfocused as he leaned forward with his tongue out.

“O-oh,” Toshinori flushed, heart stuttering in his chest, his eyes taking in the piercing on the man’s tongue. “You really do say ‘I love you’ quickly.” he breathed, loving everything about him at that moment.

Tension rocketed through Hizashi. “O-oh no. Was that too soon?” His breath stuttered as tears began to fall.

“Wha-t-no. No no, that wasn’t—”

“I'm sorry, Master. I'll shut up so—”

Taking another dollop from his cheek, Toshinori stuck a couple cum-covered fingers in his mouth to silence him. “-Quiet.” Studying him for a moment, he leaned forward and kissed an earlobe before whispering softly, “I love you too, Stud.”

A large tremor rolled Hizashi’s spine and his face flushed. The tension melted off him as Toshinori slowly removed his saliva-slick fingers from Hizashi’s mouth. “I love you more,” his stud whispered, swallowing thickly. The other blond wrapped a hand behind Toshinori’s neck, almost afraid that he would pull away, then kissed his face, tongue out swirling and licking away the goop from his face.

He felt Kayama shift away from him and then heard Shouta panting heavily. Pulling away from Hizashi’s tongue, he looked down to watch Kayama finish pushing the blankets away from his face and gently pet Shouta’s face. He was completely red, sweating, and looked completely dazed, checked out. Hizashi shifted in his arms and made a happy noise at the sight of Shouta, which helped soothe Toshinori a bit.

“Hey, baby.” Kayama murmured. “Can you hear me?”

Shouta’s eyes fluttered. “Yes, Mistress.” Her fingers moved slowly across his jawline, brushing strands of black hair away from his mouth.

Hizashi licked the side of Toshinori's face. “Mm… sorry, I had just missed a spot is all,” he said bashfully when Toshinori blinked at him.

“A-ah,” he flushed.

“Oh good, you don’t even look dehydrated,” Kayama said, drawing Toshinori’s eyes again. Her fingers drifted over Shouta’s lips, checking. “What’s your color?”

“Purple,” Shouta breathed out.

Toshinori frowned. He had expected red, yellow, or green. “Purple?”

“Means he’s deep in headspace and doesn’t want out. I’m not used to,” she gestured toward Toshinori and Hizashi, “being enough to put him that deep under.” She dropped that hand again and pet Shouta's face again. “At least he’s nice and warm finally. Though, we should move somewhere more comfortable.”

“Ah,” Toshinori’s arms tightened around Hizashi, but his knees were not happy with him. “I might need a hand getting up,” he admitted.

Making a soft distressed noise, Hizashi was immediately on his feet again and offered a hand. “Up! Couch or bed? OOooO can I still go through your toy drawer?”

Toshinori took the offered hand and easily leveraged himself up. “If you'd like to… But, don't pull anything out without asking first.”

“OK, OK.” Hizashi’s grin was infectious as he spun away, still utterly naked and beautiful. Energized by the sex they had. “I'll be right back, everyone! I'm going to explore Master's Kink Drawer.”

Facepalming, Toshinori let out a sigh before stepping over by Shouta, watching Kayama rub down his shoulders and talk quietly to him. They heard Toshinori’s drawers being opened and shut in the other room.

“You didn’t say where! So I’m just gonna go through everything! OH FOUND—OOOH MYY GOOoooOD”

Kayama looked up at him with a smirk. Toshinori sighed. “How is he?”

“NO WONDER YOU COULD TAKE IT UP THE ASS LIKE A CHAMP.”

“He’s good,” she murmured, hand running down his chest. “How about we go out to eat? It’ll be time for lunch soon.”

“OOoohhHh BABY TIE ME UP!”

“Er, can we do that with him like this?” Toshinori eyed the deeply red cheeks and dazed expression on Shouta’s face.

“OhhSHIT Shouta HAS the LONG ONE IN. MMMMmm”

“Oh, I’ll get him back up. I just have to do it slowly.”

They were rather quickly learning how to carry a conversation in between Hizashi’s yells. It was fairly impressive. Though Toshinori was blinking down at Shouta trying to think of which one was ‘the long one’.

“IS this a-IT IS.”

“Ah, then sure. May I help?” He asked, remembering her earlier promise to show him how to ‘maintain’ his new pet.

“MISTRESS He hAS a SYBIAN.”

“Ye-” Kayama froze, her cheeks turning multiple shades of reds in rapid succession as her hand on Shouta’s blanket-covered body stilled. Hizashi had apparently moved from the nightstand to the boxes he had under his bed.

Raising an eyebrow at her slowly, Toshinori grinned. “Would you like it? I don't use it.”

“Ahhhh….” she breathed out, her jaw snapping shut for a moment before she took a careful breath and responded. “Su-Yes. Yes I would.”

He grinned, then frowned and turned his head in the direction of his bedroom. She frowned almost immediately afterwards, realizing as well that it was suspiciously quiet.

A soft buzzing noise filtered through the wall. “Did he-” Toshinori started, already stepping towards the door to his bedroom. “No. Hizashi,” he started, knowing exactly what he was doing before he stepped into the bedroom to see him straddling his Sybian and already trying to ease the attachment in. Which was made all the more difficult by the fact that the man already had it turned on.

Toshinori wrapped an arm around his torso and attempted to pull him off it. “No. We are going out to eat. You can wait.” He tried to scold, but wasn’t successful in keeping the humor out of his tone when the man was so slick with lube he could barely get a grip on him.

“Awww but Master~!”

A laugh bubbled up in his chest as he quickly clicked it off. “You just got off. Why are you even trying to get on that?”

“It'll still feel good! And when I DO get up, it'll feel even better!”

“No.” Toshinori finally managed to picked him up, cradling him princess style, and took him to the bathroom. Hizashi wiggled in his arms threatening to slip right out of his grip. He growled “Stay still!”

“Oh, maaaster!” His stud squealed.

Re-adjusting his grip again, Toshinori chortled. “You are covered in lube. How did you manage that?” He resisted the urge to call him a slippery eel.

“You have so many different kinds Yo!”

This man. Toshinori laughed heartily even while his shirt soaked up the slippery substance, probably irreversibly staining it. “You’re cleaning up my nightstand.”

“Yes, sir!” Hizashi saluted him and kicked out a foot, for some reason. Setting him down gently, Toshinori stepped to the side and stripped. “OOooOo?” Hizashi eyed him and licked his lips.

Sighing in deeply exasperated amusement, he quickly washed his hands and grabbed a hair tie out of his cabinet. Then wrapped his fingers around the man’s bicep, guiding him into the shower. “I am only bathing you.”

“Oh. Oh my.” Hizashi fell silent though, as Toshinori combed his fingers through the long blond hair and tied it into a loose bun on top of his head.

“Is this ok?”

“Nhh. Yes, sir.” Green eyes never wavered from his face, but he fell back into that quiet that made Toshinori extremely attentive to the man.

He reached over and turned the shower head on, pulling it off the wall and testing the temperature. Resting a hand on his back to steady him, Toshinori brought the spray of water over his arm first. “Too warm?”

Instead of speaking, Hizashi shook his head, still watching him with silent intensity. “What colors do you use for play?” Toshinori decided to ask as he slowly brought the spray around his front and then across his back.

“Mmm.” Hizashi seemed to rouse from his quiet as Toshinori guided him to turn around. “Green! Yellow and red. The usual ones. But erm. I have blue and purple too.” His enthusiastic tone petered out to quiet again.

Toshinori hung up the shower head again and grabbed the clean washcloth soaping it up.

“Oh!” Hizashi snatched the bar out of his hands, inspecting it. “Is this unscented?”

“Er.” he blinked at him. “Yes?”

“Ok~! That should be ok yo!”

“Sensitivities?”

“I have super delicate skin that must be taken care of! Yo~!” He flapped his arms and did another spin like he had earlier, making Toshinori lurch his arms out in case he slipped. That wasn’t safe on wet tile. When he was certain the giggling man had both feet on the ground and was balanced, he pressed a hand to his chest and pinned him to the wall.

“Stay still.”

“Yes, sir!” Cheeks coloring, those expressive eyes fixated on him again.

“What’s your color right now?” he asked as he scrubbed his itchy face quickly and rinsed his face off in the spray of water.

“Blue,” Hizashi said rapidly and then fell quiet again.

He brought up the washcloth to his chest and began gently wiping him down. “What does that one mean?”

“Subspace,” Hizashi immediately said, then, “vulnerable.”

He lifted Hizashi’s hand and gently cleaned his lube slicked fingers. “Scared?”

It wasn’t necessary to look at him to see the smaller man nod. He dropped Hizashi’s hand and brought his soapy hand up towards his face, moving slowly again to make sure his hand was seen before it brushed his cheek. “What do I need to do to get you back to green?” His voice was quiet and tender nearly camouflaged by the sound of water.

“Time,” came the soft reply. “I'm not used to this sweetness. ‘Muri-chan is super hardcore and her soft is still hard compared to…you.” Toshinori watched as even that pale chest blushed. “I like this and you. A lot. I just… Blue.”

“I understand.”

“Also.” Hizashi squirmed under his attentions as Toshinori picked up his other hand, and then he blurted out, “I'm intersex.”

Toshinori paused and looked at him with a loving expression.

Even so Hizashi turned his face away. “I. I just. Didn't want you to freak out when you saw. I was gonna say something earlier, but. But you didn't notice .”

What did he miss? “Well, next time I’ll make sure to bury my face between your legs,” he answered as his fuzzy brain tried to recall what ‘intersex’ meant.

Hizashi squealed and eagerly wriggled. “ Oh, please master .”

Wait. The word itself meant between sex. That was that thing where people had indeterminant biological sex right? Hiding an embarrassed blush behind a cough, he hesitated before asking, “I, uhm .. there’s several forms of that right?”

Hizashi reached out for him and then pressed against his wet chest. “I have 5 alpha reductase deficiency. Means I was born looking mostly female but went through a male puberty because I’m actually male!” he stepped back and leaned against the wall, patting his own flaccid dick and giving Toshinori an apologetic look. “It’s mostly implants now.”

“Ah,” Toshinori blinked at it then shrugged. “It looks good?” He ran a hand through his hair. What was the right thing to say to that anyway?

A choked squee echoed through the bathroom. “You’re so sweeet!” He paused and cackled. “But you’re so confused too, huh?”

“Ah. Sorry.”

“Ah, well,” Hizashi glanced around then seemed to come to a decision. He took the washcloth from Toshinori and quickly washed the rest of himself off. “I’ll just show you and explain a bit. Then we can talk over lunch! Sound good to you?”

“Er. Show me what?” None of this was making much sense. In the past he had supported lgbt+ rights and antidiscrimination but apparently never actually looked into it. All he could remember was that the presumed binary of any category, be it sexual or biological, was drastically wrong. At the time it had blown his mind even as it made complete sense.

His attention snapped back to Hizashi when he fumbled with the washcloth. “Ah, the, ah, rest of me.” Cheeks stained with the unpleasant kind of red, Hizashi rinsed off the cloth and hung it up as he rinsed off in the spray of water.

Blinking, Toshinori realized he had been staring quietly. “Ah, if it upsets you, there’s no need.” He stepped out of the shower, giving the man a bit of space and picked up a dry towel, patting himself off. Hizashi followed suit, rapidly drying himself off.

“That’s not gonna work!” He hopped up onto the same counter Shouta had leaned over earlier. Bringing his knees up, Hizashi dropped a hand over his genitals and cupped them, hiding them from view. The motion drew Toshinori’s eyes and concern, since the man had never seemed self-conscious before.

“Color?” He asked before Hizashi could say anything else.

Mouth slightly open, Hizashi colored deeply, “Um, green.” He blinked at himself in surprise.

“Oh,” Toshinori breathed, relaxing instantly.

“I’d rather show you like this than to have you be … surprised and not react well in the middle of a scene.” Hizashi hesitated. “No. It’s blue.”

Reaching forward Toshinori cupped a hand around the nape of Hizashi’s neck and pulled him forward into a soft kiss. He kept him there for several moments, letting his other hand drift over his torso, seeking out tense muscles until Hizashi made a soft noise and pulled back.

“Please let me just show you,” Hizashi pleaded.

Tempted to tell him no , Toshinori stepped back and nodded. Hizashi seemed to curl up, leaning back against the mirror as he brought his knees up. He pulled his limp cock to the side, drawing Toshinori’s eyes up that wonderful row of piercings, before he dropped his hand and with two fingers, spread the skin between his balls apart.

“Eh!?” Toshinori coughed and was hit in the face with a hand towel before he could spray blood all over his partner. He held his favorite towel to his mouth. “What,” his eyes shot to Hizashi’s face, who was watching him with a guarded expression, his eyebrows pinched up extremely high. Taking a careful breath, Toshinori looked at his intimate parts, and then bent down to get a better look. The unusual flaps of skin were very strange to see, but only on a man he realized with jarring clarity. They looked like labia. “Oh,” he breathed out, what Hizashi had said finally clicking. “OH. You were born with female genitals?” The sound of a incredibly relieved sigh hit his ears and he glanced up.

“Mostly, yo!” Hizashi dropped his balls and flashed a peace sign over his eyes. “Always knew I was male tho! It took a genetic test to confirm it Yo! And then I naturally changed.”

Looking closer, he thought he could see the soft white lines of surgical scarring along his shaft. “But you still had to have surgery.”

“Yea. That wasn’t fun. But it was worth it.” He grinned and lovingly pet his fingers up his limp cock. “He’s a good boy.”

Coughing lightly into the towel again, Toshinori slowly rose, reaching out for him to help him up. “If your female, er, parts stress you so much, then why not—”

“Nope!” There was a hand at Toshinori’s mouth. He blinked at the man. “Surgery is harsh enough, Yo! Not going under the knife ever again!”

Ah, that made sense. Toshinori blinked at him again and grinned softly under the fingers. “Not worth it huh?” The look on Hizashi’s face darkened like a storm on the horizon. “I like you as you are.” Toshinori clarified. “And I would have loved your smaller dick just as much as the one you worked so hard for.”

That didn’t help. Hizashi looked even more crestfallen. “But then I wouldn’t have been able to fuck you. Or anything really.”

Toshinori blinked and glanced down at him. “Was it that small?” He asked before he could think better of it.

Hizashi nodded, looking utterly mortified to have to admit it.

Toshinori felt the skin on his face tighten as he blushed deeply. He coughed into the hand towel, as his chest fluttered and he utterly failed to hide his attraction to the thought. “Er.”

Silenced stretched as the two grew progressively redder, synchronized in their dawning mutual mortification that Toshinori would have absolutely doted on a micropenis. Hizashi’s hand slipped between his legs again, covering himself. “Well,” he sat up. “That was a fun conversation.” He wasn’t looking at Toshinori, cheeks still stained with his blush. “We should get back to the other two! Yo~!” He struck a pose.

Interrupting that, Toshinori wrapped an arm around him and nuzzled his face into his hair. “I’m serious. Your cock is gorgeous.” He chuckled softly, amused at his own words.  

Hizashi tensed but then relaxed slightly. “And the rest?” He asked quietly, poking Toshinori’s collarbone with a finger.

“I, ahm. That’s probably not, er. I’m,” he cleared his throat. “I’m still apparently a bit confounded by it.” Hizashi nodded against his collarbone. Sighing softly, Toshinori decided it was best to speak his mind. “That’s not ah, can, er, can you be… penetrated there?”

Hizashi convulsed in his arms, alarming Toshinori until he realized he was laughing. Hizashi pulled back enough to look up at him. “It took you that much to be able to ask if you can fuck my pussy?” He laughed.

“Er,” Well, laughter was better than the tension that had wound Hizashi up a moment ago.

There was a knock on the door and they both fell quiet as the door opened up. Tired, bloodshot, eyes peeked at them over a gray scarf. Toshinori was rather sad to see the man dressed. “You’re taking too long. Get dressed.”

“Shouuutaaa~~!” A still very nude Hizashi pranced over to his partner and danced around him. “Master wants to fuck my pussy~!”

Toshinori hid his deeply red face behind a hand. This group was gonna be the end of him.

“Absolutely not.”

He looked up from behind his hand to meet Shouta’s amused eyes before they slipped off him.

“He’s too shallow, not elastic enough, and doesn’t even like being penetrated there. Get dressed. I’m hungry.” Shouta’s eyes slipped over his body before he turned away, pulling a whining Hizashi out of his bathroom by the arm. “For food, idiot. No one can keep up with your sex drive.”

Toshinori sighed and relaxed, but then tensed when Kayama peeked into the bathroom, looking like a cat eyeing a mouse as she eyed his nakedness. Huffing slightly, he finally turned to his pile of clothes. “I’m definitely feeling my age.”

She giggled softly. “Did you really ask if you could fuck ‘Zashi?”

Toshinori gestured vaguely. “It seemed like a good choice. He wasn’t looking too good after the reveal.”

Humming quietly she nodded as he pulled his boxers and trousers on. “Ah. Good. He’s not had very good reactions to his so-called-deformity. I admit I was not very good either. But that was a long time ago.”

“When did you find out?” he asked, if only to keep the conversation going as he eyed the lube marks on his shirt and stepped towards her. He tossed it onto his rather large laundry pile.

“When we were students. I worked a lot beside Recovery girl, so I was one of the first students to know when the cancer hit and why.” She stepped back as he exited his bathroom.

Toshinori’s steps faltered. Were they talking about the same person? “Cancer?”

“Yes. ‘Zashi has a really high chance of certain testicular cancers because of his genetics. He wasn’t lucky enough to avoid it.”

“At UA then…” Toshinori muttered with concern as he pulled a fresh shirt out of his wardrobe and slipped it over his head.

Kayama put a hand out, resting it on the door knob, as she looked up at him instead of opening it. “Yes, so compliment that hair. He worked hard for it.” With a grin and a wink, she opened the door. “Lunch time, my sweets!!”