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“If I don’t start having a good time in ten minutes, I’m leaving.” The drink in Bakugou’s hand had done nothing to quell his sour mood, rivaling the amount of bitters shaken in to turn it orange. Something told him the next one wouldn’t help either. 

“Lighten up, Kacchan!” Deku’s insufferable optimism made it that much worse. They had parked at a standing table upon walking into the banquet and remained there for the duration of several songs. Well, Deku had broken off for a few of those to steal a dance with his girlfriend–fuck, it was his wife now. He was still adjusting to the matching silver bands on his and Uraraka’s ring fingers, having been absent for the ceremony that placed them there. It wasn’t out of any disapproval for the union, he’d simply been out of the country at the time. Though he did hate weddings, so it was no great loss. That was a bright side to look on. This gathering could have been a wedding–stupid romantic affairs with strangling bowties and sappy speeches about how circles represented infinity. Blech.

Instead, his arrival back in Japan from the States coincided with the UA graduating class’ ten-year reunion. For as much as they were all supposed to have changed in a decade, he noted the number of familiar pairings. Jirou, still introverted as ever, stood one step behind Momo in conversation with the walking peppermint and his plain Jane boyfriend. Dunceface flapped his hands excitedly, dancing with Hitoshi Shinso. Bakugou had tried every excuse he could think of to avoid this: jet lag, exhaustion, hit by a rogue skunk quirk. None of it would stick with their surprisingly persistent former class rep. 

First, there had been a group chat which was easy enough to avoid even with the incessant pink one blowing it up all hours of the night. Then texts from Deku, prying into his availability, asking when he'd be home. Harder to ignore but easy enough to redirect. Days later, his phone was ringing. If he thought the voice on the other end was unrecognizable it was nothing compared to seeing the man in person. Across the table-strewn room, he was near the dance floor talking with Kendo. Wearing pants so damn tight it was a wonder he could sit let alone walk around the perimeter. 

Apparently all of the class representatives had been in silent competition, charged with the cat wrangling task of getting everyone together. Since graduation people had scattered to the wind: picking up new jobs in far-off lands, eloping in fits of passion, climbing the pro hero rankings, getting wildly famous, trying out the starving artist thing, and having children. There weren’t any of those present thank god, but he knew they’d been left at home tucked in by a sitter. They were twenty-eight years old, of course people had marriages and children and jobs. He had that last thing in spades at least. If his math was right, their dutiful president had done his job. Everyone memorable was accounted for and a few faces he'd forgotten floated back from the pits of his memory. 

Iida's face fell somewhere in the middle, conjuring the image of glasses before any distinct features. He still wore the same frames, but that was the only thing unchanged. He was better dressed now, moving from looking plain to professional. His shoulders were broader and–if it were possible–his spine was even straighter. Maybe he was just taller. The angles of his face were more carved out to the point that one would call his look clean-shaven instead of just baby-faced. His eyes were darker, but the same could be said for everyone in the room. He looked like he took pains to hide it though.

Katsuki was altered to the fact he’d been staring too long when their eyes met, red on red, so hot it burned him. Or maybe that was his own blood, rushing places he hadn't asked it to. Katsuki’s eyes darted back to the couple across from him. 

“I need another drink,” he said, shaking the melted ice in his glass. It wasn’t true, but edging closer to the bar would place him nearer to the door. 

“Okay! I think I saw Kirishima over there, you could say hi,” Deku chirped, clapping his friend on the shoulder. His childhood friend was permanently stuck in the past, remembering how Chivalrous Red Riot had brought him out of his shell back in school. He had no clue that Kirishima was the last person Bakugou wanted to see now or ever. 

Thankfully when he got to the bar the red-headed giant was nowhere in sight. He was impossible to miss, so Katsuki felt safe taking a sip of his fresh drink. A startling hand on his shoulder told him that had been naive. Thankfully (or not so) it wasn’t attached to a bicep bigger than his fucking head, but someone much more aerodynamic. 

“Bakugou, I’m glad to see you could make it!” Tenya Iida had crossed the room faster than he would have thought possible in those slacks, but he shouldn’t have been surprised. 

“You didn’t really give me a choice, did you?” There was always a choice. If he’d been stubborn enough Katsuki could have hopped back on the next flight to America. Duty calling was always a well-tolerated excuse, but it would be outed as a lie the second there wasn’t a terrorist attack being blasted on every news outlet. 

“It’s a class reunion, it wouldn’t be the same without you.” Iida flagged the bartender to replenish his own drink like it was the reason he’d come over. 

“Yeah, it’d be better.” What about his presence had ever added to an experience? Like a storm cloud added to a parade. He put the drink back to his lips signifying there was nothing else to add.

“That’s a matter of opinion. I think it’s important we have as much of our class together as we can, while we can.” The implication in his words was obvious. They were hero school graduates, it was lucky they were all standing a decade later. Bakugou just nursed his drink, hoping Iida would take the hint and shove off. 

“Where’s your date?” Iida inquired after the silence had grown awkward, surveying the room for someone who might be dashing enough to have come with Dynamight himself. 

“What date?” Bakugou bit off. “I don’t date.” His eyes broke from trying to melt the ice in his glass with a burning gaze to inspect the left hand resting next to him. There wasn’t a ring on it, which was surprising. Or maybe it was unsurprising. As much as Iida screamed family man, he had always felt they shared a certain tunnel vision when it came to career development. Proving as much, Iida didn’t look surprised, only nodding his head slowly. Bakugou was just glad there wasn’t further inquiry. ‘Why not, what about Kirishima, aren’t you lonely?’ He had a response pre-prepared for each question: because, fuck off, and hell no. 

"My apologies," Iida said. "I shouldn't have assumed." Who could blame him? In this room, everyone around seemed to come in pairs. At least everyone he recognized, there were probably plenty of extras who were alone, but that only made it worse.

"Well you know what they say, guess you've made an ass out of us." That was a common designation for Katsuki, so the egg was entirely on Iida's face. "Where's yours?" If he volleyed the faux pas back, then it wasn't so bad, right? The speedster looked surprised. 

"I'm... Not seeing anyone." He didn't outright exclude himself from the dating pool like Katsuki had. "Exclusively." The gears turning in the blonde's head were visible in his expression. How could one word change a sentence so much? 

"No one good enough to bring around all this sap?" Talk about an awkward third date while everyone else was showing off engagement rings and baby photos. Total boner killer, and it might send entirely the wrong message about the relationship's trajectory. If you were Katsuki at least. He didn't date because romance didn't speak to him, but he still had needs. 

Just as he'd thought about it, his eyes landed on the man he'd been avoiding. The only person in the room with a face he didn't recognize on even a subconscious level, but still a part of a pair nonetheless. Kirishima looked sickeningly happy made all the worse by how much he deserved it. 

"My engagement broke off last year." Oh, fuck he was an ass. "I've been... Getting back out there." At least the news had shocked him out of the longing gaze. Somehow that pitiful pining in silence felt more embarrassing than saying all the wrong things. 

"Shit. I didn't..." Bakugou just shook his head. "I mean, I don't even think I heard you were engaged." That was probably a lie because it sounded like something Deku would have shared with him. But all those names and announcements blurred together when Katsuki really didn't care. He said he didn't care though there was a twisting churning feeling in the black hole he put in place of his heart. 

"You don't seem like the type to read tabloids, I wouldn't expect any less," Iida said. That probably should have hurt too, the fact that there wasn’t any lower to go in expectations of him. Instead, Bakugou tried downing the last gulp of his drink but it had been a bit much to call a last gulp causing him to choke.  

“Well whatever happened, she’s probably an idiot,” he said trying to hid the strain in his voice. Despite not reading tabloids, Katsuki had a vague idea of what an eligible bachelor Ingenium appeared to be. He was handsome, perfectly groomed, well dressed, worked hard, saved lives, and acted respectfully. What else was there? 

“He said I worked too much.” Bakugou wanted to smack his forehead on the bar at having planted his other foot directly in his mouth. He was going to run out of limbs to shove in there, and there wasn't enough liquor to forget. 

“No such thing,” Bakugou said, shaking his empty glass at the bartender. 

“I knew you’d understand.” Iida put his hand over the rim of Bakugou’s empty glass, locking eyes with the bartender and giving a shake of his head. “Maybe you should slow down.” 

“I’m not even buzzed.” He was, but it was nowhere near levels of sloppy drunkenness. 

"And there's a whole night ahead of us." It seemed like getting shitfaced wasn't a way out either. 

Bakugou ended up with a tonic water in place of the gin and Iida had lingered so long he was starting to wonder if he'd been assigned babysitting duty. 

"So the tabloids, huh? Something interesting must have happened." He would probably go home and look into it with feigned disinterest. Even with no one around, he had to come off as aloof. Convincing until he started to touch himself, thinking about Ingenium’s hand in place of his own as he gasped out in the silence of his own room. 

"They certainly seemed to think so, but no that's not the case." Iida's drink was also gone and not being replenished, seemingly indulging some fairness for Katsuki's sake. "It wasn't infidelity or fighting. Sometimes things just end." Bakugou blew out a skeptical sound. 

"Like you could cheat on anybody." The content of the words was a compliment, but Bakugou's tone made it seem like he should have been offended. 

"You've got it backward, it looked like he left me for..." His gaze got so distant Katsuki wasn't even sure he was still in the room. "His coworker." 

"Oh, but you work too much?" The question set Iida's jaw even tighter like he'd been asking himself the same. "Fuck 'em." 

"What was that supposed to mean exactly? That I couldn't cheat on anybody." Bakugou raised an eyebrow. Was their former class president seriously fishing for compliments? 

"Just that you're the most morally uptight guy I've ever known and..." he wondered if he ought to continue, but he couldn't let the praise linger. "In school I figured you were so asexual you were about to split into two identical versions of yourself." He'd seemed so laser-focused on the prospect of being top of the class and future work opportunities there couldn't have been room for the same raging libido other teens were battling. It was Iida's turn for the scoff to fall off his lips before he could catch it. 

"I don't know that I'm either of those things." Well, he was quite certain on the second matter. The first was more in question. "I could have been unfaithful in matters outside sex though." 

"You could have," Bakugou said. "But what's the point in that?" He'd never been able to wrap his mind around infidelity that wasn't physical. Emotional cheating. Wasn't that just being a little too friendly? 

"To feel something?" It was all hypothetical, so the answer didn't really matter. "Haven't you ever realized you were trapped in something only after you managed to get out of it?" No. Katsuki was aware of every cage he'd ever been in, like a wild animal. It was why he'd had to let go of Kirishima when he did. 

"If you're not feeling something, you're in the wrong fucking line of work." They were supposed to be feeling every day. Feeling alive, enraged, scared. "Who was this guy anyway?" If it had been one of their classmates, Iida would have shown his hand already and addressed it by name. Talk about an elephant in the room. 

"Tamaki Amajiki?" The name didn't ring a bell. "You might know his hero name better, Suneater? He's... Over there. With Kirishima." 

Bakugou's heart fell into his ass. The hero name did sound more familiar to him, and it was directly off the lips of the man they were speaking about. Eijirou's coworker at the Fatgum agency. That was who he was with now? It all made too much sense, the pieces of the night clicking in place one after the other. 

"You... Set me up?" Katsuki asked. He was going to walk into this from the second Iida had approached the bar. No, the moment he'd walked in the room. Possibly even before that. 

"I did say I wasn't sure how morally uptight I was." Everything had aligned better than Tenya could have expected despite everything. He wasn't even looking in their direction as he kept his gaze trained on Bakugou's pale face. 

"I feel like I'm going to be sick," Bakugou said. 

"Aren't you glad I talked you out of that third drink?" 

He saw it clearly now. If he'd had the third drink he might have been drunk enough for a confrontation. With Eijirou or his new beau or Iida he wasn't sure. But three drink Katsuki would have been flinging accusations of betrayal left and right. Instead, he pushed himself off the bar, abandoning the tonic. 

"I'm going to piss." Getting away was clearly his motivation, but his bladder did align with the ideal escape. Only problem was he could go there too. "Don't follow me."

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Three handfuls of water splashed in his face later, Katsuki was coming back down to earth. The bathroom had three stalls and a line of urinals, but it was entirely vacant. Everyone else was likely using the attached bathrooms, not bothering with walking aimlessly down the halls of the school they once attended. If he ran into anyone out there, it wasn't going to be solo. They'd be among the canoodling idiots back inside. 

Ten minutes had more than come and gone, and his good time was nowhere to be seen. He'd thought for a moment talking with Iida that he'd found it, but that had been stupid. Katsuki stared back at himself in the mirror. His face was still dripping with water, his tie hastily undone, hair a mess from how much he'd pulled on what ends of it he could grab. He needed to get out of there. 

Only issue was he'd forgotten his jacket hanging back where he'd left it on the barstool next to him, hoping to dissuade conversion. How well that had worked. Maybe he wouldn't be able to escape without a single goodbye, but after he'd made the slip no one would miss him. 

He walked out of the restroom with new resolve, marching back the way he came. If Iida was still sitting at the bar, he'd take his jacket without saying anything and go. It sounded unlikely that he would have waited there. The fact was he'd probably immediately disregarded the command and followed Katsuki. That made him turn off the track he'd been on for a detour. If he walked in circles long enough, the problem would resolve itself. That's what he thought, until two figures in the shadow of halls lit only by moonlight made him freeze. 

"I shouldn't have let you talk me into this..." Katsuki didn't recognize the first voice, but he didn't need to. He'd recognize the taller figure anywhere. By shape in the darkness, by touch, hell probably even by smell if he still wore the same cheap cologne. 

"T-these are your classmates. I don't belong here." True statement. 

"You'd make me face your ex all by myself?" He didn't have to see Kirishima's face to know he was pouting when he used that voice. 

"I'm here aren't I?" Amajiki was blushing in the dark as his boyfriend's face inched closer to kiss him against the wall. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were scared of him." 

"I am scared of that guy!" Kirishima protested. He was the only one there armed with the information that their former schoolmate had once been ready to kill someone. "He's been glaring at me all night." 

"He has not. If anyone is looking at you it's-," Oh god.  

The sick feeling was back in Katsuki's stomach because he knew where this was going. For as long as he'd listened in, hearing them talk about him was too much. He'd stumbled back away from the corner he peered around, knocking into the bulletin board hanging there with a clatter. Katsuki froze as the distant conversation halted, both heads turning in the direction of the sound. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.  

There was no time to think, he just needed to run. He tried to keep his steps light as he crouched as if it were a stealth mission. Because it was. If he were caught his life was worse than over. It was an embarrassment. 

Having been so distracted by the prospect, he forgot why he initially detoured until he saw him; Tenya Iida, leaning against the wall outside the banquet hall. If there was a god, he was cruel, and he had it out for Katsuki. He looked over his shoulder, trying to determine if the couple was on his tail. 

"I told you not to follow me," he snapped when he couldn't hear anything yet. 

"If I had followed you, I'd be in the restroom," Iida said. "I simply stepped out for some air." 

"Oh, and I'm sure it had nothing to do with rocks for brains stepping out with your ex." The caged animal was out in full force, and Katsuki was snapping through the bars.

"Ah," was the reply, full of more understanding than he deserved. "You saw them then?" 

Katsuki opened his mouth to reply, but instead he jumped at the sound of voices getting closer. He couldn't catch a fucking break, and more and more it was shaping up to be the worst day of his life. Why had he let Tenya Iida of all people talk him into coming tonight? His eyes darted to the door Iida had been standing next to labeled broom closet. It would have to do, this was an emergency. 

He threw the closet open without thinking and was about to shut himself inside when he remembered this wasn't just his problem. Begrudgingly, he grabbed onto the white collar of Iida's shirt and tugged him into the closet as well. It took all of his willpower not to slam the door shut, instead attempting to latch it quietly as the footsteps approached. 

There was no light in the cramped space, but Katsuki was sure he was on the receiving end of a questioning look. He was still holding onto Iida with no signs of letting go and spoke in a hushed tone. 

"Don't. Speak." Katsuki said, trying to listen outside the door. Not one for orders, the taller man spoke anyway. 

"Oh? And what if I do?" He asked, hands finding Katsuki in the dark to surprise him. "Are you going to make me be quiet?" If they were found, it was no skin off Tenya's nose. In fact, it worked out quite nicely for him to look like he didn't care at all. The only one burning in shame, hiding from something in the dark, was Bakugou. He felt him up further, orienting himself to what parts he was grabbing. He could feel ribs under his fingers below the arm that gripped him tight, the other hand sliding until it found his waistline. The voices and footsteps were getting closer leaving Katsuki with limited time to make a decision. 

"I told you, you're being paranoid! Being back in school is giving you student brain. Nobody can get us in trouble now. We're heroes!" The voice was muffled by the door, but thanks to Kirishima's booming voice the words were still clear.

"I know I heard something..." The weaker voice was hard to make out, but it made Iida's grip tighten. His mouth opened with a deep breath that indicated he was prepared to blow everything if Katsuki didn't stop him. There was only one thing he could think of. 

He pulled the taller man in by his hold on the collar, wrinkling the shirt further as his fist twisted before knocking their mouths together. It hurt more than anything, all good feelings like passion and sensuality lost in his insistence. It was exactly what Tenya Iida had been fishing for. 

The plan had just been to gnash his teeth against Iida until he was sure the couple was gone. But then ten seconds had passed. Thirty. A minute, and he was still kissing. Albeit with less bite after all the stress had subsided. It had been a while since Katsuki had last kissed someone, but he didn't pin Iida to the wall with any less practice. Head tilted to reach the taller man, both his hands were in fists around the collar, knuckles pressing against Tenya's chest. He'd been wrong earlier in determining that the speed hero wasn't built like Kirishima. He wasn't built like Kirishima, a complete tank on the battlefield with the hard, brick shape of a bodybuilder letting bullets bounce off him like Superman. Iida was built for movement, more likely dodging and outrunning bullets. Every hero was toned for their own optimization, and in Katsuki's mind muscle had been antithetical to speed. Ingenium may have been lither than Red Riot but it didn't mean he didn't hit like a goddamn train. 

The upper hand changed as the kissing slowed, showing signs of stopping as regret started to boil. Iida took his turn at shoving. Now Katsuki was the one pinned, gasping from the kiss and all the air being forced out of his lungs, but instead of a wall against his back he was forced against the door. Hopefully nobody was urgently in need of a broom in the next five minutes, or he'd come tumbling out on his ass, bright red and embarrassingly hard. 

Embarrassing because holy shit their class president kissed like sin. Of all the needless, incessant gossip Deku had passed along over the years, somehow that hadn't crossed his mind to share. Even though he'd copied Katsuki's sole move of pinning, their approaches couldn't have been more different. Iida wasn't desperate and hurting with gnashing teeth, existing like an open wound. His lips forced Katsuki's to slow down, feeling every movement as he totally lost any battle for dominance their tongues were supposed to be locked in. He tried to duck his chin, but Iida's hand darted up from his hip to hold his jaw in place. The blonde was trapped with nowhere to tilt his head but back, allowing even more access. Tenya hadn't seemed that much taller than him, but no one did until they were right on him. Katsuki walked through the world with all the confidence of a tiny dog who felt quite large. From a distance, he could deny imposing size and the impact it had on him. Something he'd learned with Kirishima. 

The fingers on his ribcage splayed traveling up the length of each bone as they continued their exploration of his body. Katsuki was trembling, telling himself it was from the cold, dark closet and not a stupid nerd's hands feeling him up. It was when the trail of his touch finally crossed his nipple that his head snapped to gasp, breaking their kiss. 

"What are you doing?" he whispered to the darkness as his head hit the door. His eyes were wide open, but he couldn't see a thing and it put a pit in his stomach. A fear of darkness was the fear of the unknown. Not knowing if Iida was currently grinning like a wolf or just staring with that infuriatingly cool demeanor. But he had just as much reason to fear any of this taking place in broad daylight. Not only because having an answer was just as scary, but because being able to see meant sacrificing his own privacy. It was easier to believe that Iida might be the same blushing mess that he was. It was unlikely based on his hand's confidence in teasing him further. 

"You started it," Tenya said, trying to get his lips back on Katsuki in the dark. The tickling at his neck fogged Katsuki's thoughts as he tried to recall when exactly he'd started this. At every turn it had been Iida's fault. Iida forced him to attend the reunion, he pushed him out of the room, he made him jump in a closet, and he twisted his arm until Katsuki kissed him. He started it. Even if the door handle was right there. Even if he had enough boom power to blast Iida through the wall.

"You haven't seen me starting it." If Katsuki was putting on the moves, everyone in the room would know it. They'd be more caricatured versions of themselves—Bakugou loud and boisterous in his aggressive approach and Iida embarrassed at the outburst reminding him to mind social conventions. 

He was in a freakish upside-down world where Tenya Iida was hot and he wanted to feel his lips again. Two things that would simply not be true on the other side of the door he was pressed against. 

"Maybe you don't have any idea what you're starting." That seemed much more likely considering how fucking confused he was. What kind of stupid Vulcan mating ritual shit had he gotten himself into? 

"The worst kind of get-back-at-our-exes-scheme you saw in an episode of Friends?" Or something equally trite and formulaic. He wondered if anyone had noticed that they were gone yet? Their absence wasn’t likely to be linked, Katsuki was a wet blanket who’d probably slipped away and Iida would be tending to some problem. The missing link being that the problem was Katsuki.  

“If this was about my ex we wouldn’t be hiding in a closet.” If that were the case, Bakugou probably would have been pressed to the other side of the door for the couple to walk right past. Despite all his feelings on the matter, they were in the closet because Katsuki put them there. 

Iida’s hand continued teasing the peak of his chest, making Bakugou’s mouth shake. 

“W-what’s it about then?” He tried tilting his head to shake the tickle of Iida’s hair off his neck, but it only trapped the man to his collarbone. 

“You.” He was wrinkling Katsuki’s button down, pulling on it and pushing it aside, resisting a fight with the buttons as he aimed for flesh. Goosebumps raised over Katsuki's skin with just one bite making him choke back on another desperate sound. It encouraged Tenya to go further, alternating his hand teasing through the shirt and biting at thin skin. 

Katsuki’s leg had shifted open to relieve some pressure, only making a space for Iida to slot himself and force his thigh to press against him. 

“I don’t… I don’t-,” He couldn’t understand enough to even finish the thought because his body was on fire, screaming at him to shut the fuck up. He needed to stop talking because Iida had slowed, raising his head. 

“You don’t want this?” If it was the case, he wasn’t going to push the matter, but he hadn’t gone so far as to untangle himself. His hands and mouth stopping their work on Katsuki made him shrink under Tenya. Grinding closer, embarrassingly hot for more. 

“No-, Or yes!” He didn’t know which answer meant what. “I mean-, I don’t fucking know what this is.” 

“This is a closet,” Iida said flatly. Oh, so he was funny now? Katsuki’s fist clenched at his side. “You’re free to leave it whenever you like.” The doorknob was within reach but it wasn’t the answer Bakugou wanted. 

A growl escaped him as he shoved Iida again. This time without the addition of a kiss. Evidently, an unexpected move since Iida stumbled for real. 

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on he-,” He’d reached for Tenya in the dark, but he was actually able to stop him. Even when he couldn’t see, he always had the upper hand with speed. In the blink of an eye Katsuki was being twisted around with his arm pinned to his back. Christ, were they making out or were they sparring? Admittedly he’d been in a lot of situations where training had become charged, but never the reverse. 

“I’m planning to teach you a lesson,” he answered the unfinished question, sending a chill down Katsuki's spine where he felt the words against him. 

“Back in school five minutes and you can’t help yourself, prez?” Katsuki tried to ask the question like he was cool, but upon being restrained he was huffing. Out in the light of day (and not in a closet) there were a hundred ways out of this. Only an idiot would pin a guy by his explosive hands. But they were no use in a confined space. Or for sex. He was used to more than his fair share of apprehension around his hands. If someone didn’t want to be touched that was all the more fine by him. But Iida had none of that fear as the hold tightened at the sarcasm, pinching his arm. 

“Gah! Mercy, mercy!” Tenya released the arm, just as a tingling had set into it, letting Katsuki shake it out. Leaving him with his back pressed against the man’s chest in the dark. Tenya’s breathing was infuriatingly even for the amount of energy exerted on their tussle. 

Lips returned to his neck with much better access this time and his sigh shook even harder. He reached over his shoulder to caress the lowered head, pulling the kiss closer. Katsuki opened his mouth to say something—“harder”, “hotter”, “faster”, “bite me”, “please” —but voices down the hall made him freeze. They’d been whispering the whole time, but his voice really hesitated now. 

“Someone’s going to hear us,” he whispered into the ear closest to him. The voices approaching were higher pitched. Women’s voices. Traveling in packs to the restroom the way girls did, even past the age where they were really called girls. He didn’t know if that was more relieving than their exes, since where there were gaggles, gossip quickly followed. Iida forced the hand out of his hair, pressing it flat against the door instead. 

“No, they’re going to hear you.” Katsuki swallowed thickly at the threat, refusing to let a sound out as he listened for the voices. Women’s voices were a lot harder for him to hear or distinguish from each other, but at least one of them was loud. That had to be Pinky. He just really hoped it wasn’t a couple looking for a place to be alone, beckoned by the notion of an empty closet. 

The voices were getting closer, but it didn't stop Iida from continuing to mess Katsuki up. He tugged at the bottom of his shirt, untucking it from his pants to work on slipping his hands under it. There wasn't much room under his tailored clothes, making his shirt ride up to expose more of him. He told himself pressing his head against the door was an angle to hear better, pointedly ignoring the arch in his spine that slotted him against Iida. There were three distinct voices in the hall, possibly others. It sounded as if they were talking to the opposite wall, looking through the windows. 

“Aww, we should’ve all booked at the same hotel! It would’ve been like the old days in the dorms!” Katsuki assumed if the hallway were bustling as it would have been during the day he wouldn’t have heard a thing. It only made him all the more nervous to make a sound. 

“Yeah, don’t you actually remember the old days? In the dorm full of those horny boneheads sneaking into each other's rooms? Pass.” That had to be Jirou. She was the only sensible one, Katsuki remembered as much. His free hand twitched to the doorknob, feeling for any kind of locking mechanism. 

Except what kind of closet locked from the inside? What kind of broom closet needed a fucking lock at all? This one, the one where he was currently having his shirt unbuttoned by the devil, could really have used a lock. 

“Yeah, but now we’re already in the same rooms, so where’s the fun in that?” 

“Speak for yourself!” 

“Seriously, they could open the door,” he hissed, realizing he was running out of time to use his words at all. Iida undid the last button faster than Katsuki knew anyone else could have. He really needed to stop being impressed by the impeccable speed with which Iida completed tasks. He just hoped it transferred to making this whole thing quick. His hand trailed over the rolled up sleeve, down the skin of his forearm to where he was still hovering at the doorknob. 

“You should probably ensure that doesn’t happen then.” The larger hand tightened around his fist, instructing him to hold the door shut. If someone tried the handle, they’d be met with resistance and just assume it was locked. The other part of making sure nobody found them was proving to be the more daunting task. Now that his shirt was hanging open, strong hands could explore more freely but he was so teasing they almost tickled. He squeezed the doorknob until his knuckles turned white trying to restrain himself. 

“I wonder…” Iida had the benefit of being right on Katsuki’s ear, speaking low enough that it reverberated in his chest. Katsuki swore he could feel it. He could feel a lot of things against him arguing for his attention. Being unable to see made everything feel all the more intense. Or was the shake in his knees at the very serious threat approaching? 

“What’s quieter? Here?” His fingers latched onto Katsuki’s nipple, eliciting a choked whine from the back of his throat. In response he stomped his foot back in the dark, aiming for Iida’s loafer. He bit back on the grunt of pain better than Katsuki had. “Or here?” He didn’t let go of his pinching grasp as he bit Katsuki’s neck. 

The voices were right on top of them, and Katsuki was still squirming from the fingers rolling over him. 

“Neck, neck, neck ,” he hissed, begging Iida to stop his teasing. The hand complied just in time, letting go as the clicking footsteps of heels echoed in front of the door, no sign of their conversation halting in favor of inspecting an innocuous closet. 

Bakugou quickly realized he’d played right into Iida’s hand with his choice, the teasing kisses and bites turning into deeper mark-leaving flashes of pain. His mouth was open without a sound, measuring how far away the girls would have to be before he could tell him to stop. But the longer that would take, the less he’d want it to stop. Even if it was making undeniable proof of their altercation. Not that Katsuki wouldn’t try denying it like he always had. Hickies, seriously. Was there anything more high school?  

Tenya let go of his neck with an audible pop, head lifting as he spoke. 

“Sounds like they’re gone.” His voice was still lowered, hands returning to Katsuki’s abdomen. “Now get your foot off of me.” He kicked the heel digging into him off, the intensity of his command turning Bakugou’s spine into jelly. Which worked for Iida who was bending him into a shape he quite liked. 

“S-sorry.” No fucking way he was apologizing. He felt like he’d do or say anything to stay where he was, simpering in shadow. At least he’d found that good time he’d been craving. 

Was he having a good time? He was hard and making involuntary voices, but he was terrified. Not of Iida or what he was doing or how good it felt, that was all starting to grow on him. His pounding heart and the feeling like if he hadn’t just been in the restroom he’d be pissing himself was from all the unknowns on the other side of the door. For all he knew, the next person coming wouldn’t make a sound. There could have been a fucking surprise party waiting on the other side of it by the end of this. What was the end of this? Coming in his pants just from Iida playing with his nipples and chewing on him like a vampire? Or was he seriously about to get fucked in a closet? 

He had to have some decency. He had to have some shame. But Tenya continued to prove that no, he had none of that as he pushed himself back against the taller man even harder. Instead of the hands dipping below his waist like he’d have liked they returned back up to the peaks of his chest. Katsuki was desperately in need of something to chomp down on but no part of Iida was in reach and he wasn’t going to settle for his own arm just yet. 

Any other hookup Katsuki would have slapped the hands away by now. Probably because any other time his hookup would be able to see what a wreck he was over it. The darkness and his too tight slacks were the only thing saving him any face. 

“Earlier it sounded like you enjoyed this,” Iida said, letting his fingers pinch down hard around the nipple.

“Nnh,” he grunted, biting down on his tongue to keep the sound in. It felt like being struck by a cattle prod, the shock traveling up his spine. He didn’t want to have his face pressed against the door anymore; he wanted to be wrapped in Iida. Partially due to his exposure in the cold air, seeking all the heat and skin he could get. Maybe because his moans would sound subtler reverberating off his skin. 

Bakugou didn’t really care about the why, he just needed it. Straightening his back he kept hovering over the doorknob like it was the only thing grounding him. That couldn’t be the case because he was grinding himself against something else pretty hard. It was the only leverage he had while Iida held his nipple in his grasp. 

The hand flattened, turning from a pinch to gentle rubbing over the hardened peak. His other hand joined in, mirroring the image on the opposite side to earn the same reaction. Katsuki threw his head back not caring that his skull knocked into the sharp angle of Iida’s shoulder. It didn’t stop the pads of his fingers from rolling over him making shockwaves with each brush. 

“I thought it would be harder to get you worked up,” Tenya said, testing a pinch of the nipple he hadn’t started with. Katsuki’s open mouth let out a shaking gasp at the pain. For the first time, his grinding was met with resistance, as Iida thrusted back into him. 

“You saying I’m easy?” That had to be a first. Katsuki was famously impossible to pin down, but that would be no match for the speed hero. Iida’s hands slid down his body groping him but not lingering anywhere for long. 

“I don’t know, are you?” He stopped at the buckle of his belt, feeling for the post in the dark so he could wrench it back. 

Katsuki’s tongue refused to answer that, instead opting to lick the closest expanse of skin. Tenya’s pulse point was hammering despite his collected demeanor making Katsuki more confident in his sucking. Before he could work up to biting down in retaliation for the red marks flaming his skin the belt was open and Iida's hands were only incidentally touching his package as he undid the hook and button of his slacks. He hid his gasp in the crook of Iida's neck trying to push against the hand more. 

"I asked a question," Tenya muttered, withdrawing his hands to coax the answer out faster. Katsuki offered a grunt in hopes that it would be enough of a yes but he wasn't getting off that easy. Instead of using his words, he tentatively released the door knob to undo the zipper himself. Then reached in the dark to find Iida's wrist and pulled the hand back to him.

"Please?" If he could only manage one word, that was probably the golden one. He kept his hand on top of Iida's to keep it pressed against him. 

"That was easy," he said, rewarding Katsuki by not pulling away again. "I didn't even have to touch you to get your pants open." Since he trusted that the hand wasn't moving, Bakugou went to his hips to shimmy the slacks and underwear lower. He wanted to rip them down well below his ass and bend over where he stood, but the fear of getting caught was still gripping his chest. 

Sensing hesitation, the hands on his body took back over to pull his member entirely out of the open zipper, starting to stroke it through his underwear. The warmth felt good around him, but being exposed to the night air would feel even better contrasting against hot skin-to-skin contact. The hand was only teasing him, not closing around him entirely or giving him any of the friction he wanted. He tried fucking the hand, enjoying the feeling of the body behind him in addition to the palm under his dick, but that only slowed things. 

"Tell me what you want." It seemed like for as much as Tenya liked to hear himself talking, he wanted to hear Katsuki just as much. The key issue with that being he was trying to keep quiet. His head just rolled along the shoulder behind him, unable to come up with a response other than screwing his eyes shut and whining. 

"Fuckkk." He stuck his hands back again, reaching to run through the cropped hair at the nape of Iida's neck. 

"I hardly think I'm adequately prepared to go that far." Knowing Tenya Iida, he'd have an MLA-formatted STD test and probably a bunch of other shit with acronyms. "Besides, I think we'd have to set a few ground rules." Katsuki must have missed the part where this had been in the fine print of his agreeing to attend a high school reunion, but sure. 

"Just touch me, please touch me," Katsuki whispered back up to him, not caring what they actually did in the closet as long as he was getting off. The hand rewarded him by dipping into his briefs, finally wrapping all the way around his member. He'd forgotten all about his fear when the move coaxed a chant of "yes" out of his mouth. It was nearly enough to make him scream when the other hand returned to his nipple, but he wasn't that far gone yet. If the man kept tending to his body like that though, it was only a matter of time. Maybe he needed to focus on coming fast to get as into it as possible before the voices came back. Iida had other plans though because right when he was finding the pace it stopped again. This time, he was pulling him out of the underwear like he'd wanted, so he focused on the body behind him. 

The fingers slid down his length making him shiver like it was from the crisp air. The thumb teased his head the same way it worked over his nipple, making Katsuki's eyes roll back. He didn't want to admit how much he liked the teasing, all the stop-and-go keeping him on his toes just as much as the unlocked door. It was getting him hot but it wasn't conducive to getting this over with fast. Being vocal had been the only way to earn what he wanted so far, but the frenzied panting wasn't coherent enough. 

"More," he growled, trying to pull on the hair in his fingers. That only made the thumb zero in on the red, sensitive hole at his tip. 

"You said just touch you." Tenya was complying with his orders to the letter. Katsuki huffed against him, returning to kissing his neck. He hated how it didn't make their class president as weak as it made him, praying to find some chink in his armor. 

"Jerk me off, asshole." He wanted to elbow him in the ribcage, that had to be a weak point that would bring him to his knees, but he got what he wanted. The hand jerked around him without hesitation, making him wince at the sudden onslaught of friction. He didn't give a fuck about the pain, if it stopped again he might scream for real. The only thing stopping him from making lewd noises was chomping down on the tendons of Iida's neck, which did seem to prompt a reaction. 

"You've been desperate for it since you got here," Iida said, like he was informing Katsuki of one of his many rules. He hadn't thought anything about him had come to the reunion screaming give-me-a-handjob-in-the-closet vibes but what did he know? He was getting into the rhythm of the hand when it stopped again, making him strangle out a sound of anguish. Tenya held his hand up flat in front of Bakugou's  mouth. 

"Spit," he commanded. Katsuki felt for the hand in the dark, cradling the back of it as he bent his head forward to spit as much as he could into it. His mouth had already been dry from the alcohol and the way it was hanging open but the hand did glide smoother when it returned. 

There was finally a feeling of relief building like Tenya was scratching an itch that had been out of reach. He slid from the base back up to encircle the head, bringing his natural lubricant back down with his stroke. 

"That's it," Katsuki encouraged, hoping it was the right move to earn him more. "Feels so fucking good." Tenya's free hand had stayed at his hip, gripping him harder to thrust against in the dark.

"It's been a while hasn't it?" Tenya asked, keeping his speed even. "Think you're gonna come quickly?" Was it that obvious he hadn't gotten any from the moment he arrived? Wafting off of him like some kind of bad cologne. Perhaps that was what desperate for it had meant. 

"Sort of." On both fronts. If they were actually back in school, he probably could have gotten himself off from the amount of contact provided but they weren't eighteen and virile anymore. His dick didn't get raging hard because a breeze hit him wrong, he took time to build up to raging at all. Except he hadn't been trying that trick Iida pulled off with his nipples. Since his hands were free again he decided to reach up, hoping it wasn't entirely obvious in the dark. 

He wasn't as harsh with himself as Tenya, and it lacked the same spark of another hand doing it, but fuck it still felt good combined with the stroke of a hand. If he focused, he could definitely come like this soon. He wavered on his position in the darkness again, wishing it was light enough to get a good look at Iida. Except, he was still fully dressed. Katsuki wanted to see him shirtless and sweating above him or not wearing any pants pressed to his backside in a different position. He didn't want to see him completely composed and entirely clothed. Tenya should have been a complete mess like him, but all he'd done was tousle his hair and slobber on his neck. He wasn't even close to the excited brink of coming in his pants at their grinding. Fuck, it was embarrassing how little impact he had.

Katsuki continued the covert teasing of his nipple thinking he could use it to get himself there if Tenya kept up the pace. For a speed hero he really must have been holding himself back, only giving Katsuki just enough to crave more. He let out another keening sound as he felt something starting to build, spine curling in on himself again. Katsuki kept his eyes closed, imagining Tenya's thrusting behind him had some follow through. 

"Ahhnn," he cried, feeling a burning in his eyes as his breath was hitching. Suddenly, the jerking stopped and he let out an even more desperate sound. 

"I thought I heard someone coming," Iida whispered, bending to his ear again. Katsuki wanted to snap back a furious 'yeah, me.' but he couldn't risk the possibility there truly was an audience listening in. He listened hard for approaching voices outside the door, but he didn't hear any. Had it been a bluff to keep him from getting to their natural conclusion? Deciding he was willing to take the risk not hearing the chittering voices of girls floating back, he pressed his back into Iida again. 

"Keep going." He kept his voice low, just in case there was some truth to it, but he didn't care. 

Emboldened by the words, his hand started pumping over his length again. Katsuki's neck lolled, held up only by Tenya's broad shoulder once again. He tried biting his lips but it wasn't enough to keep perfectly silent. Desperate times called for desperate measures, so he reached down to Iida's hand that had been digging at his hip bone and slapped it over his mouth. It impeded his breath, but that strangely didn't feel like a downside. 

Tenya Iida was making him think sick thoughts. Sick, filthy, impure thoughts like enjoying a lack of oxygen and the images of someone pressing their ear to the door. Did he actually want those things, or had some animalistic part taken over his brain and shoved all semblance of him out the window in search of an orgasm? He wanted it to be the case because then it wouldn't have been him crying over a thumb brushing the ridge of his tip. But Katsuki had a feeling that the sick, desperate animal and he were one and the same. 

With a hand over his mouth, he gave up on holding back the sounds in his throat. They were all coming out as muffled squeaks between Iida's fingers anyway. Moisture from his breath and the palm collected around his mouth, making him choke on the heat but he didn't care. Tears could stream down his face and onto Tenya's hand and he still wouldn't care. They weren't there yet but it was damn close when the stroke started to slow again. What the fuck was he doing to him? 

As an answer, the hand reached lower to start cupping his balls instead of stroking him. He wanted to stomp on the polished loafer again but had a feeling it wouldn't get him any of the results he craved. Tenya had said something about teaching him a lesson, and bitterly it felt like he was internalizing it. Not quite tame, but pliant in his hands. 

As if on cue, the voices had actually come back but so far away that he was sure Tenya couldn't have earnestly heard them before. Katsuki's heart felt like it stopped beating in his chest just for the sake of keeping his body from making another sound. The massaging below his belt felt good, but not so eye wateringly decadent that he couldn't hold back the moans anymore. He still liked the feeling of the hand covering half his face. If he got caught being held like this, surely it was just as bad for their former president. The look that he was claiming someone so distasteful in his grasp, no question of who was sullying who. 

Maybe Katsuki had a brain parasite, because the idea was actually appealing to him. The hand squeezed around his jewels tighter and he felt a grunt contained in the pit of his stomach. Iida was going to try and milk as much as possible out of him, that much was clear, and suddenly Katsuki was worried about where the mess was going to go. He probably should have thought of that before he was keening to get out of his underwear, but he'd been riding a one-track mind all night. Now, as a result, it seemed like Bakugou was going to be stumbling out of the closet in front of his classmates, covered in cum and hickies, furiously denying that anything had happened. 

When he could make out the words from the voices, Tenya's hand had the audacity to start stroking him again. Torturously slow as it pulled back on the head. If he was going to get caught like this, he needed a comforting thought. At least my dick is big. He thought it to himself again and again, like a mantra that was carrying him through. And also preventing him from coming. 

Tenya's pace was actually what was preventing that, but he needed to tell himself more comforting thoughts like the idea that he was in some control. He wasn't playing with his nipples anymore at least, finding some willpower to resist scratching every itch. Not that he was getting anything scratched right now. His cock actually twitched in desperation at the voice clear as day passing the door. 

“I’d bet you my apartment they get a room after this!” Mina said assuredly. She did have a very nice studio all to herself, not something she’d bet lightly so he had to wonder who she was talking about. 

“Yeah? And how are you going to go about confirming that, it’s not like they’d go advertising it…” Jirou came through with her logic again. Bakugou told himself they weren’t talking about him, despite being able to count all the single people on his hands. One of them in his company and the other currently speaking making the matter all the worse because it reduced the suspect list significantly. 

“It's all in a woman’s intuition!” 

As the voices faded, the pace picked back up, but Katsuki’s mouth had returned to a silent scream letting anxiety swallow the organs in his chest. His heart, his lungs, he didn’t need any of it. Hell, throw his brain in there too. He had a better head to think with while that hand covered his mouth. His hips resumed rolling to thrust into the hand and keep grinding against Tenya’s erection as a bonus. His pants were starting to slide further, weighed down by his belt. Katsuki wished he would have just ripped them down as much as he wished Iida would have just bent him over and fucked him. It would have been a lot harder to muffle the sounds of that as compared to dry humping, but maybe people needed to mind their own business if they were listening for it. Tenya’s hand came off his mouth, bracing himself on what felt like a shelf in the dark. For a moment, it sounded suspiciously like he kept a few noises of his own at bay. He moved like he honestly believed he could fuck Katsuki through his clothes only making them both all the more eager. He could use that to his advantage, right? 

“Hah, fuck. That’s good.” Encouragement would probably be the only thing that kept Tenya’s hand from stopping yet again. He needed to finish before someone else came meandering by in the hallway. The words did make him pick up the pace, wincing excitedly as he got closer to the brink. Katsuki went for the neck again, mumbling incoherent praise into it. It had to be good enough because he was right there and when his mouth opened with a rattling breath to bite down he was ready to come. 

So naturally it stopped again. If he’d kept jerking his hips he might have been able to coax out a pathetic load but it wouldn’t have felt good. He bit down even harder on the neck trying to pretend his sobs could be masked as something called a growl. 

“You fucking dick, why did you st-, ah! ” His insubordination was met with a return to the harsh pinching at his nipples. Tenya jerked them as hard as he’d been stroking his dick, showing restraint was clearly not his motivation. 

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” Tenya said, plucking him like a fucking guitar in a way that brought back the urge to weaponize his elbows. He'd never had sex that wound him up to the point of bloodthirst, but deprivation had changed him. Katsuki wanted to strangle Tenya, it was likely the only way to make him as breathless as he felt. How did he have so much power over him? 

"What, you want me to fucking beg?" Katsuki huffed the question with a feeling he already knew the answer, but he had to at least act reluctant about it. He'd already been called easy.

"Do you need my permission to come?" Iida asked tauntingly like it wasn't much of a question at all. The bite of his fingernails digging in punctuated the point. It wasn't considering he didn't have much of a choice in when he stopped and started. He did need some kind of permission. Plus there was still the concern of a mess. Could he make it back all the way to the bathroom unseen? People were going to start leaving soon, weren't they? He needed to finish before entire classes started to pour into the hallways. 

"I suppose 'please' and 'thank you' is the least you could say. It's good manners, after all." He was so far gone in the feeling of flames licking his skin he would have agreed to pay him for it. His mouth was open and he was trying to spit the words out, but all that came out were pained sobs. Before he could ask for anything, Tenya pushed him off, making Katsuki stumble with his thighs restricted. He was spun around so fast he could have been judo-flipped and it wouldn't have registered until he was halfway through the air. His shoulders hit the door and despite Katsuki's disoriented confusion, a hot mouth found his chest with shocking precision. Now that they were facing each other Tenya's arms could wrap around his waist, hands slipping up the back of his open shirt to press Katsuki closer. His feet were useless on the ground as Tenya's mouth was the only thing that held him up. He'd forgotten all about the command as soon as the sucking had started making his frantic moaning come out even messier. He could feel desperation leaking out of him as his dick was out of the equation, begging for touch with each involuntary twitch. The only way to light up his memory seemed to be the addition of teeth snapping his mouth open. 

"Please," he gasped. "Oh my god, please. Please?" He repeated the word several more times with the crown of his skull against the door, not caring who heard or even to listen for them. 

That was enough to get the hand wrapped back around him. Not much more than the brush of fingers though, because the request hadn't been specific enough. Tenya's mouth unlatched, licking flat over the peak to tease further. 

"Please what?" he coaxed, starting to kiss lower and lower down the expanse of exposed skin. They could be called kisses, in the most technical sense of the word, but they left behind burn marks of pain. Katsuki's breath hitched at the idea of the mouth continuing lower, sucking somewhere much sweeter. He wouldn't be so fucking lucky. 

"Please make me come?" In whatever manner Iida saw fit, he didn't care. Katsuki just knew if he stopped one more time he'd blow it anyway. His hands found Tenya's shoulders as he continued moving lower, landing on his knees and kissing Katsuki's stomach. The hand on his member finally started to grip him again, the feeling of the slightest breath on it making his body scream. He'd already been presented with more than enough evidence to garner that Iida knew how to use his tongue, and he wanted to feel it on him so badly. The kissing refusing to stray further than his exposed slip of upper thigh informed him it wasn't going to happen. The saliva-soaked hand was a mere foot in the door to places Tenya could take him. Which meant right now, Katsuki felt like he had something to prove. 

"Tell me how you like it, Katsuki." His agonizingly slow hand around his dick had earned the right to say his name in that sugar-coated voice. Something he really didn't deserve as Katsuki's fingers dug harder into Tenya's shoulders. 

"Faster," he whispered back, jerking his hips feebly to help it along. It was supposed to be Ingenium's specialty, he shouldn't need help. 

"What was that? You'll have to speak up, I can't quite hear you." Though he was moving his hand faster than before, it was still an agonizing pace. "Don't forget your manners." The confidence in his voice coming from down on his knees made Katsuki growl. It felt like he'd already given every shred of patience he had and was still being tested. Even stranger, he liked the feeling. 

"Faster, please, " Katsuki said, speaking from deeper in his chest. He tried grinding his head against the door like it would polish some clarity into it. Getting what he wanted meant becoming fully transparent. Swallowing thickly he tried again, "Please jerk me faster. Please? Please, I need... Squeeze it tighter?" For the first time all night Iida was being receptive to his pleas in a way that didn't agonize him further. The hand moved faster around his member making him build like a boiling pot. Every time his mouth opened to speak, more pathetic gasps came out in the way. Frantically he remembered to grab the door handle as his orgasm grew closer. 

"Like that?" Iida asked, not for the sake of chasing any sort of validation. He just wanted to see how long this would go. 

"Yes, that's good. T-thank you," he stuttered over the niceties as it felt foreign on his tongue. "Fuck... Yeah, like that. Can you...? That thing with your thumb again?" Everything came out choppy as it felt like the world was being pulled out from under his feet, but it earned him the addition of a second hand. The thumb rolled over the tip just like he'd asked, screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to hone in on the feeling. Every noise came out of his chest and the pit of his stomach unstifled. As if he was operating under the idea that because he couldn't see anybody the coast must have been clear. He couldn't see anything as his vision had turned to tears and white spots a while ago. The only words he could remember anymore were his pleas so repetitive and pointless they might as well have been aimed at god. Tenya's hand kept stroking Katsuki's length while his other teased the aching head. The doorknob burned hotter in Bakugou's fist, sweat collecting all over his body despite how little effort he was giving. 

In a fit of inspiration, he remembered a word other than 'please' as his entire body clenched as tight as his fist. Tenya clenched even tighter and Katsuki barked out. 

"Fuck!" Since his hand wasn't doing much on Iida's shoulder he let it wander back to the only thing he'd been allowed to touch all night. Katsuki was going to curse their class rep the rest of his life for showing him how good his nipples felt. Except it felt a lot better when it was Tenya's hands working him. Go figure, since it was much the same below the belt. He didn't care because he didn't have it in him to care about anything. Not the chafe of his pants cutting into his legs, or his knuckles turning white around the door knob, or the uncontrollable twitch in his knee. If Katsuki were clear-headed he might have realized this actually sucked. He was cramped in an uncomfortable closet getting a hand job next to a mop bucket. It was aggressive and not enough at the same time. Private but exhibitionistic. Pathetically soft and impossibly hard. His head was screwed on backwards. It really was just like high school. Katsuki rested his cheek on the door as his lungs ached from the shaking gasps. 

"Coming," Katsuki blurted, realizing the guy who was at eye level needed some warning that he was past the point of no return. Finally he wasn't being denied as Tenya didn't even slow as his other hand closed around his head. 

"What happened to your manners?" Iida asked, the warning in his voice indicating he still could stop at any moment. The earlier words echoed in Katsuki's skull. 'You need my permission to come?'  

"Shit, can I? Come?" he asked. Katsuki's arm covered his face, wracking his mind for what was missing. "Please?" 

"Of course, Katsuki. No one's stopping you." 

The sound that came out of Katsuki wasn't anywhere near something that could be described as guttural or animalistic. It was pathetic and he knew it well enough to hide further in his arm. He was desperate enough to gnash his teeth against his own skin now. Katsuki had been unable to care about where the mess was made in the dark but luckily Tenya had enough forethought for the both of them. The hand around his head had closed to catch most of the mess and despite all the build up he hadn't exploded like a hydrant. It had been just as weak a showing as the rest of the display and as the orgasm faded all too fast he couldn't shake the feeling that he could do so much better. 

As soon as Bakugou was finished all contact was dropped leaving him cold where warm skin had just been. His shirt was open and his pants were falling down, but he was too dazed to right any of it with a sense of urgency. He could also probably do with letting the brass knob in his hand go, but now it was the only thing keeping Iida from pushing past him out of the closet. The only thing keeping him from fully exposing Katsuki. Or so he thought. 

The taller man stood back up in the dark, only being careful enough to avoid knocking skulls with Katsuki whilst his head was slumped. His clean hand reached up with the click of a chain and the closet was flooded with a light that blinded both pairs of red eyes. 

"Gah-, What the fuck, there was a light in here the whole time!?" By the time Katsuki adjusted to his burning retinas, Tenya had already grabbed a roll of paper towels off the nearby shelf and begun wiping his hands. 

"Of course," Iida said, like it should have been obvious the whole time. It probably was considering people would need to see the supplies in the dark closet. Tenya reached past Katsuki's side next. "There's a lock too." He clicked the deadbolt situated in the door above the smooth metal Katsuki had been clinging to for dear life all night. It had apparently been locked at some point upon entering the closet when Katsuki had been too busy to notice. 

"You are such a fucking dick." One who was wiping any stray mess off the front of his slacks. Katsuki wrenched himself away, hands darting to pack himself up faster than he'd unpacked but somehow despite the light it had become more of a struggle. Tenya frowned, balling up the messy paper towel in more paper towels to hide the evidence further. 

"It would seem the lesson didn't take..." Tenya said disappointed. If the lesson had been instilling polite manners into Katsuki it would take a lot more than a handy. "I suppose we'll have to try again." 

" Don't fucking touch me right now," Katsuki barked eyeing the taller man wearily. He was a more kempt reflection of what Katsuki must have looked like. Face flushed, pupils blown, skin glistening with sweat, hair sticking out at awkward angles where his fist had taken hold. The key difference being the most dead of giveaways, as Iida was still hard. Katsuki didn't care. His hands found the bottom of his shirt, buttoning carefully to ensure he didn't miss one and stumble out of the closet a disheveled mess. Well, more of a disheveled mess. He hadn't come in with it buttoned to the top but there was no other choice now that he was concerned about the number of marks marring his skin. Iida glanced at the watch on his wrist. 

"No, I think we've been gone long enough now." Longer than that if you asked Katsuki. "You should head back to the party first and I'll go to the restroom now that I'm allowed there." As if swearing him off from going there had done anything to prevent the fallout Katsuki knew was coming. The only difference being they could have done all of that in a bathroom stall and not a closet. 

"Trying to avoid being seen with me now? No fucking way you're getting that lucky four-eyes." Katsuki would be glued to his side for the rest of the night as he tried to figure out when exactly he would be taught another lesson.