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"Oi, Deku, are you listening to me?"

Bakugou leaned across the table and snapped his fingers in front of Izuku's face. There was an extra snap to them thanks to his quirk. He didn't have to be like that, but he'd repeated himself a couple different times during the conversation already and his notably short patience had worn out.

Izuku started a little, green eyes going wide. He was still a little unfocused, gaze slightly fuzzy as he looked at Bakugou.

"What? Y-yes, of course," he said.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, not buying it. Izuku hadn't even tacked that nickname onto the end of his sentence, which was a telltale sign that he was only half-listening.

The blond leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, tilting it so one leg was off the ground.

"Yeah? What'd I just ask you before that then?"

Izuku's cloudy gaze became more focused at last, but his eyes slid away from Bakugou's face and upwards while he thought about the answer, trying to recall.

"We were talking about…the fight. From two days ago, with…" He trailed off, already anticipating the outburst.

Bakugou slammed his chair back down on the floor.

"I was saying that this is the third fucking time in the last month that you got an injury from running off like a goddamn idiot when you're not sleeping enough! You take on all these jobs and then you get banged up and you space out like this. You're here but you're not here, Deku, you dumbass nerd, and—"

"Katsuki, give it a rest."

Both Bakugou and Izuku turned their heads to see Shouto walk into the room. He was carrying three cups, balancing two of them in his left hand. He set all three on the table and slid into one of the two unoccupied chairs. They'd been at the agency for a long time, despite it being after hours. There had been a lot of these nights recently.

"Whose fucking side are you on?" Bakugou said to Shouto. Shouto knew better than to engage with him directly, so he simply slid two of the teacups across the table towards each of the other heroes.

"I'm sorry, Kacchan. I didn't mean to space out," Izuku said softly, reaching for his cup without meeting Bakugou's eyes.

"I don't care about your apology, I care about you not getting yourself hurt or worse from not paying attention!" Bakugou said, though he also reached for his cup. He didn't bother looking up at Shouto.

"I'm all right, Kacchan," Izuku said, half-speaking into his tea as he raised it to his mouth to take a sip. It was hot, but not scalding, so he could drink it just fine.

"If you were all right," Bakugou said, mimicking Izuku's tone a little, "we wouldn't have to be here fucking babysitting you to make sure you don't go do some other stupid shit."

Izuku sighed and shifted in his chair. Bakugou took a break from bitching at him to drink his own tea. The second he did, however, he banged the cup back down on the table, spilling a little out of it. It was a wonder the cup didn't break.

"Shouto, what the fuck, why is our tea cold?"

Izuku looked at him with one eyebrow up.

Shouto, calmly drinking his own tea, was unfazed.

"Your tea is cold because you need to chill out," he said, deadpan.

Bakugou's rage was almost palpable. He glared daggers at Shouto, crimson eyes blazing. Shouto sipped his tea and just stared back at him, his face an unreadable mask. The two of them stayed like that for a long time. In the end, it was Bakugou who looked away first.

"Tch, whatever. Shut the fuck up," he said, though obviously Shouto hadn't said anything else.

"Izuku," Shouto said, setting his cup down again, "Katsuki's right. What's going on with you?"

Izuku glanced at him but didn't hold his gaze. He shrugged a shoulder.

"Nothing," he said. Bakugou opened his mouth to push back about that, but Shouto reached across the table and grabbed his arm. The blond grumbled about it but otherwise kept quiet. Shouto kept his hand on Bakugou and they both just…waited.

Finally, Izuku sighed and put his teacup back on the table.

"I don't know," he said. "It's just like this sometimes. It's close to the anniversary. The end of the war, the…" He trailed off. It was the anniversary of the date they had declared victory, but the end was a more nebulous idea. Still, this time of year was just hard on him. It was hard on all of them, but Izuku felt the weight of it especially heavy on him at times.

"You don't have to hold all of that alone," Shouto said, squeezing Bakugou's arm as a reminder before letting go again.

"Yeah, you lame ass nerd, it's like you're taking all the credit," Bakugou said. Despite his words, his tone was actually soft. That was just how he was, especially here in a public place. They were alone, but Bakugou was Bakugou.

Izuku nodded. "I know," was all he said.

Bakugou turned his chair towards Izuku, reaching for him. He found the other boy's hands and held them, almost too tight.

"Stop that. Don't go off in your head. Stay here with me. With us," he said.

Izuku forced a smile. He leaned forward and kissed Bakugou softly on the mouth, then pulled his hands away and stood up.

"Thanks, you guys. It's really okay," he said. He picked up his cup and took it with him as he walked away.

"Goddamnit," Bakugou said. He was getting ready to go after Izuku, but Shouto stopped him.

"Chasing him isn't working, Katsuki," Shouto said. "You have to try another tactic."

Bakugou growled his frustration back at Shouto but stayed put.

"Yeah, I guess. Heat this tea back up. I got an idea, but it involves you."

Shouto raised an eyebrow, considered, then nodded. He took Bakugou's cup to reheat it, as requested, and listened to Bakugou's idea.

A few days later, back at the flat they all shared, Bakugou cornered Izuku while he was getting ready to leave in the morning.

The blond stood in the doorway, one arm across the entrance to the genkan.

"Nah, I cancelled your shifts for the next few days," he said.

Izuku looked up at him, surprised, but that surprise quickly morphed into anger.

"Kacchan, what the hell is this? I don't need an intervention," he said, starting to duck under Bakugou's arm.

Bakugou was ready for him, though, and moved his arm down, catching his shoulders and pulling him closer instead.

"You can be pissed but it's already done," he said.

Shouto appeared from the living room behind them.

"It's not an intervention, Izuku. It's…a distraction. Something to take you out of your head for a bit."

Izuku, struggling against Bakugou's arm around him, paused long enough to glare over his shoulder at Shouto. He looked almost wounded, like he couldn't believe Shouto had betrayed him and planned whatever this was with Bakugou.

"I'm gonna get the car," Bakugou said, ignoring Izuku's anger.

"And go where?" Izuku demanded.

"We got a place at the beach," Bakugou answered. Izuku stopped fighting him and stood there, staring. He looked back and forth between the other two.

"You're kidding," he said.

Shouto shook his head. "He's not kidding."

"What are you—" Izuku started. Bakugou put a finger on his mouth, cutting him off.

"Couldn't keep you here, could we? For one, the temptation would be too much. You'd still wanna run off and go to work no matter what we did," he said. He leaned down closer to Izuku, leering at him a bit, and continued, "Besides, we got too many neighbours here. We're gonna fuck you so hard you can't think straight. Without neighbours on the walls, we don't have to worry about the noise."

Izuku's face flushed. He wasn't really embarrassed by Bakugou saying things like that, but he'd always blushed easily.

"You cannot be serious," he said.

Shouto came closer, putting a reassuring hand on Izuku's shoulder.

"Let us distract you for a little while, Izuku," he said. "Pull you out of your head. It can just be us, without having to be heroes or save anyone for a few days." His eyes flicked towards Bakugou and back again. "And if we fuck you stupid while we're there, that's all right, isn't it?"

Izuku blushed harder. It was rarer for Shouto to say things like that so casually, and it made him flush with heat as if the other boy had used his temperature tricks.

Bakugou's voice was softer when he spoke again.

"C'mon, Izuku," he said, for once using Izuku's actual name. He did that a lot more than he once had, but it still wasn't his go to choice of address. "Let us take care of you for a weekend. The rest of the world has other heroes for three days."

Izuku looked up at Bakugou, a frown sitting between his eyebrows. Bakugou was just as dedicated as he was, so to hear him say something like that…

At last, the smaller boy nodded.

"Okay, Kacchan," he said. "Go get the car."

The drive was uneventful, out of the city and down to the little house they'd rented by the beach. The water lapped endlessly in the distance against sand and rock. They carried their things inside. Izuku started to get his laptop out, but Bakugou took it away, scolding him about it.

"I told you not to bring that shit with you," he said.

"Kacchan, it's just in case—" Izuku started.

Shouto, often the mediator in this situation, was fully on Bakugou's side, and interrupted with, "No. Vacation only. No checking the computer and getting sucked into it."

Izuku half-pouted up at the two of them, but he had to admit they had a point. There was no way he'd ever be able to just do something quickly. He'd agreed to no work. So he closed the computer again and slid it back into his bag. For good measure, Bakugou took the bag altogether.

They found a show to watch on the television for a little bit, but it didn't really hold anyone's interest. Izuku stood up from the couch and went to get towels out of their bags, busying himself with that for a few minutes.

"You should stop him before he goes off on his own," Shouto said to Bakugou.

"You stop him," Bakugou said. "He'll see it coming if I do it."

Shouto considered that for a moment before he agreed. Bakugou was probably right, but part of that was Bakugou just seemed combative, even when he didn't mean to come off that way.

"Are we going to the beach or not?" Izuku asked, glancing over his shoulder at the other two.

Shouto came up to twine his arms around Izuku from behind. "Well…we didn't really come here to go to the beach, you know."

Izuku, feigning innocence about the whole thing, leaned his head back to look up at Shouto.

"Oh? Then what did we come here for?"

"For no neighbours," Bakugou said, smirking at them from where he was still standing near the bed.

Izuku glanced at him, but before he could get into anything with Bakugou, Shouto leaned down and kissed him. Izuku was surprised for a moment, but then he turned, manoeuvring himself in Shouto's arms so they were facing one another. One of Shouto's hands slipped under Izuku's shirt and up his back. The other found its way into his shorts, fingers running along the curve of his ass.

Bakugou watched them kiss for a little bit. He could hear the little noises Izuku tried to stop himself from making as Shouto's hands moved on him. Shouto got one leg between Izuku's, thigh up against him. Izuku barely realised he was doing it, but his hips moved into that leg, grinding down against Shouto for friction.

"All right, enough of that," Bakugou finally said, reaching for Shouto to pull him away from Izuku. "You're gonna ruin his pants at that rate."

Izuku frowned up at him.

"You think I can't control myself that much, Kacchan?" he asked, almost pouting.

Bakugou laughed a little. "After how wound up you got just from that?" He leaned down closer to Izuku's face. "Yeah. I think the second Shouto put his dick in your mouth you'd soak through your shorts."

Izuku's face went bright red at that, as if he hadn't heard Bakugou say numerous filthy things to him over the years they'd been together. He'd always been easy to make blush. Bakugou laughed a little and stood back up.

"You're being an asshole," Shouto said.

"He likes it," Bakugou answered with a shrug. Izuku didn't argue; Shouto let it go.

Izuku took the hint, though, and shrugged his way out of his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders into Shouto's hand. Shouto tossed it off somewhere, mostly to annoy Bakugou when the blond inevitably found it lying around later. Then Izuku unfastened his shorts and stepped out of them, sliding them to the side with his foot.

He turned to face Shouto, who drew him closer to kiss him again.

Bakugou, behind Izuku now, slipped two fingers into the waistband of his underwear and snapped the band lightly, just enough to ensure he had Izuku's attention. Izuku pulled his mouth away from Shouto's and looked over his shoulder at Bakugou.

"Kacchan!" he said, half-scolding.

"These too, Deku," Bakugou told him.

"Take them off him, then," Shouto said.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, either in mock annoyance or real annoyance. "You take them off him, half-and-half," he said peevishly.

Izuku bit back a laugh.

Shouto moved his hands down to Izuku's hips. He let his eyes slide away from Izuku, locking onto Bakugou instead. He held Bakugou's gaze, red eyes matched with grey and blue, and slowly slid Izuku's underwear off. He let himself go to his knees as the fabric fell, leaving both of the other two to watch him. Izuku watched with wide eyes while Bakugou narrowed his.

Rather than linger there and pay much attention to the naked boy in front of him, though, he pushed himself gracefully back to his feet. His eyes stayed locked on Bakugou's the whole time.

"Pain in the ass," Bakugou said.

"Control freak," Shouto answered without any bite to his words.

"Guys!" Izuku said, concerned. They both looked down at him, though he could only see Shouto's face.

Shouto drew him nearer again, sliding one hand up to his face, tracing long fingers over his freckles in aimless patterns for a moment. It was a reassuring sort of gesture, something only Shouto really did. Izuku found his arms moving around Shouto's waist in response.

"Didn't Kacchan say something about your dick in my mouth?" Izuku asked, softly, in a tone completely inappropriate for the content of his words.

Shouto made a low, thoughtful noise. "He did. But that's not really where I wanna put my dick."

Izuku scrunched up his nose. "What, no foreplay?"

Bakugou, sliding one hand along the small of Izuku's back, leaned down to rest his head on the smaller boy's shoulder.

"This is foreplay, Deku. Trust us."

Izuku leaned back against Bakugou for a moment before Bakugou stepped away, leaving him with just Shouto.

"How do you want him, Katsuki?" Shouto asked above Izuku's head. Izuku glanced up at him, questioning, but didn't ask aloud.

Katsuki hummed, a soft thoughtful sound. He'd already decided, of course, but he was making Izuku wait. While he played at that, Shouto pulled Izuku's attention back to him, dragging the smaller boy's hands under his shirt. Izuku took the hint, pulling at fabric until they were both naked. Bakugou hadn't taken off anything but his shirt yet.

Finally, Izuku turned to look at Bakugou.

"Kacchan," he said.

Bakugou clicked his tongue again. "Impatient," he scolded. Looking at Shouto, he said, "Have him face me. Edge of the bed."

Izuku opened his mouth to say something, but Bakugou caught his chin with one hand, sliding his fingers up between Izuku's lips.

"Don't wanna hear it," Bakugou said with a smirk. Izuku closed his mouth around Bakugou's fingers, tongue sliding over the callused tips. The only response Bakugou gave that it was affecting him was the way he chewed on his bottom lip, slightly sharp teeth worrying at the skin.

Izuku smiled around the blond's fingers and let them fall out of his mouth again.

Shouto pulled Izuku with him towards the bed, leaving Bakugou just watching them. Izuku went without comment, though he looked over his shoulder at Bakugou for a moment longer than he needed to. Bakugou jerked his chin in Shouto's direction and Izuku took the hint, turning back to follow the taller hero the rest of the way to the bed.

As Bakugou suggested, Shouto sat on the edge of the bed. He was tall enough that his feet were firmly planted on the ground, though Izuku's wouldn't quite be, not if he was on Shouto's lap. Izuku was aware of that, the way he hadn't grown enough to catch up to the other two. But it was kind of nice, too, being small enough to be held by either of them, lifted by strong arms. He was already thinking about that exact thing when Shouto pulled him between his spread knees.

Izuku started to climb onto the bed with Shouto, lifting one leg gracefully over one of the other boy's so he could get leverage. Shouto's hands were on his waist, but he wasn't really helping.

"He said he wanted you facing him," Shouto said.

His words caused Izuku to pause mid-movement. That left him with Shouto's leg between his, right against his crotch. Shouto pressed his leg upward, causing Izuku to gasp. His hips moved involuntarily, grinding against Shouto's leg, one hand grasping for a shoulder to steady himself.

Bakugou snickered at that display, but said, "Telling him to face me but then distracting him, huh? How's he gonna do what you tell him when you're letting him fuck your leg instead of your dick?"

Izuku tried to still his hips, mostly in vain, and buried his face against Shouto. Shouto rolled his eyes at Bakugou.

"I like him all riled up. Anyway, so do you. You're just embarrassing him because you think he's cute when he blushes like that," Shouto said, managing to keep his tone completely deadpan despite Izuku moving against him.

Once again, those two stared at each other as if deadlocked. Shouto looked away first, though.

"Izuku. Turn around," he said, tapping a hand against Izuku's side.

Izuku nodded against Shouto's neck. He gathered himself enough to move his leg away, ignoring the way Shouto's skin shown wet from where he'd been rubbing against him. With Shouto's help, he did climb on the bed, facing the other way. It was awkward, really, with barely anywhere to put his legs.

But then Bakugou was there, holding him. With four hands on him and his own strength, Izuku found himself finally seated on Shouto's lap as Bakugou had instructed. One of those hands — Shouto's — moved away from Izuku to hold the base of his cock still. Izuku let himself slide down onto it, gasping with the first intrusion, all but falling the rest of the way onto Shouto's lap. It was a lot at once, but nothing he couldn't handle.

"There you go," Bakugou said.

Shouto groaned softly, wordlessly, and rolled his hips up into Izuku. Izuku didn't have he could do back, with Bakugou still sort of holding his legs. His head fell back against Shouto's shoulder and he looked at Bakugou through half-lidded eyes.

Bakugou grinned at him, something almost devious spread lopsided across his face. Shouto looked over Izuku's shoulder at him, red eyebrow arched upwards as if to ask well?

This time it was Bakugou who slid to his knees. He only kept his eyes on Shouto for a moment, though, choosing instead to shift his gaze to catch Izuku's again. When he was convinced enough that Izuku was watching him, he looked down. He hooked one arm under Izuku's leg, balancing that leg on his shoulder so he could push it open further.

Shouto made a muffled noise against Izuku's shoulder. Izuku made a much louder one. He felt off balance for a moment, arms starting to flail. Shouto slid an arm around his torso, steadying him. Bakugou caught one reaching hand, automatic, and slid their fingers together.

"We got you," Shouto said.

Bakugou didn't need to say anything. Izuku's eyes met his again for a moment and that was enough.

Then, Bakugou went on with what he'd been intending. He kissed along Izuku's other thigh, running his tongue in a line towards the centre of his body. Izuku squirmed a little. Shouto held him where he was, and Bakugou kept an iron grip on his leg.

Rather than giving Izuku anything he really wanted, though, Bakugou dropped his head lower and licked along Shouto's balls. Shouto wasn't expecting it and his hips jerked. Izuku's legs jerked too. Bakugou, undeterred, did the same thing again.

"Shit, Katsuki," Shouto said, still half-muffled by Izuku's skin.

Shouto rolled his hips, pressing into Izuku's body and along Bakugou's tongue. Izuku's hips moved as well, more artlessly, responding more to Shouto than trying to tease Bakugou or even get more from him.

Bakugou ran his tongue up a little further, tracing the edge of Izuku's hole stretched around Shouto's cock. Izuku gasped Bakugou's name.

"I like you all stretched out around him," Bakugou said, words almost too low to be heard. He could tell from the noise Izuku made that he'd heard, though. Shouto's answering sound was less pronounced, still against Izuku's skin, but evident nonetheless.

Bakugou did the same sort of thing with his tongue again, running it from Shouto's balls up around the rim of stretched, sensitive skin. Shouto still rocked his hips, but Bakugou wasn't deterred in the slightest. Finally, he moved his mouth up and sucked Izuku's hard little dick into it, pressing his tongue against the sensitive flesh.

Izuku's fingers tightened reflexively in Bakugou's. Shouto kept up his movement, pressing open-mouthed kisses against Izuku's shoulders, one arm still tight around him. Izuku's other arm came up to grip Shouto, all three of them entwined while Bakugou drove both of the other two a little crazy with his mouth. He kept most of his attention on Izuku's clit until he heard Izuku start spouting nonsense above him, begging him for more, for less, for something.

"Katsuki," Shouto said.

All at once, Bakugou pulled his face away, leaving Izuku gasping. He kept hold of that one hand, but Izuku moved the other away from Shouto to reach for Bakugou, trying to pull him back. His hips stuttered uselessly, but Shouto held him mostly still.

Bakugou let Izuku's leg go, then his hand, as he stood up, wiping his mouth off on his arm. He couldn't help laughing as he stood up.

"You really thought it was gonna go that fast?" he teased.

"I can come more than once!" Izuku said.

"Only if we let you," Bakugou answered. Izuku made a little huff of protest.

"Shouto," Bakugou said.

Shouto moved too, sliding his arm down Izuku's body and then away.

"Stand up," he said in Izuku's ear.

Izuku, surprised, twisted around to look at him.

"You too, Shouto?" he asked, something like betrayal splashed across his face.

Shouto kissed the side of his mouth where he could reach. "It's teasing me too," he said. "But stand up."

Izuku made a token protest, but together he and Shouto moved so he lifted himself off of Shouto's cock again and got his feet back on the floor. Both of them were breathing hard, and Shouto wasn't quite willing to stop touching him.

Bakugou was there again right away, leaning down to kiss Izuku roughly before Izuku could get more words out. Izuku clung to him, body pressed against him. Bakugou was still wearing his shorts, maddeningly, but Izuku could feel the blond's cock hard against him. The shorter boy dropped his hands to start to pull at the button on Bakugou's shorts.

Bakugou shoved his hands away.

"Yeah, yeah, impatient," he said, mock-scolding.

"Come on, Kacchan," Izuku said, "you're the only one with your pants on." He looked up at Bakugou from under his lashes, almost coy, and continued, "Don't you wanna be inside me too?"

Bakugou snickered at that. "Can't deal with not having a cock inside you, huh?"

Izuku shoved his arm a little. Shouto came up behind Izuku and slid hands along the other boy's shoulders and down his arms, wrapping him in a hug.

"Stop teasing him, Katsuki," Shouto said, resting his chin on Izuku's head.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "You just want your dick back inside him too."

Shouto didn't so much as blink.

"You act like you're not standing there hard as hell," he replied.

Bakugou's lopsided grin returned, as much a challenge as it was an expression of amusement.

"Yeah, well, you didn't see how hot he looked in your lap," Bakugou said, finally finishing what Izuku had started and taking the rest of his clothes off.

He pulled Izuku out of Shouto's embrace.

"Jump," he said.

Izuku looked up at him, confused for a second. Bakugou didn't bother explaining. He just bent his knees, hands moving from Izuku's hips down his backside, briefly squeezing his ass.

"Oh," Izuku said. He did jump, arms coming up to wrap around Bakugou's shoulders and legs twining around his waist. Bakugou caught him, effortlessly, hands tight on his ass again. Izuku moved to kiss him, and for once Bakugou didn't deny him or make some smartass comment. He just kissed him back, all tongue and teeth and silent demand.

Without breaking the kiss, Bakugou reached for Shouto with one arm. Shouto stepped up behind Izuku, taking Bakugou's hand and letting Bakugou guide his hand to slide along Izuku's leg. Bakugou dragged his teeth along Izuku's bottom lip, eliciting a soft groan.

"Don't fall," he said with a smirk.

"I'm not gonna fall," Izuku said back, eyebrows knitting together in a slight frown.

Shouto was there anyway. Neither of them would have let him fall for anything and Izuku knew that, but Bakugou pushed buttons because he couldn't resist.

Leaving Izuku to hold on with both arms and legs, and leaving Shouto to steady him, Bakugou let go with one arm, slipping it between their bodies. Rather than pay direct attention to Izuku, though, he used his roaming hand to steady the base of his cock, shifting his hips until he finally lined himself up with Izuku's dripping hole.

Izuku caught on to what he was doing and moved to help.

"Yes, Kacchan, please," he said, planting eager kisses along Bakugou's collarbone. Bakugou was busy enough with what he was doing that he didn't bother teasing or scolding just then.

Bakugou let gravity do most of the work, though he did pull Izuku down onto his cock with his free arm. Izuku moaned against him, hips rolling without conscious thought. Bakugou's hands found Izuku's waist and held him there, not granting him the friction he wanted. It took a lot of self-control; his hands were almost tight enough to bruise.

"Kacchan, just fuck me already," Izuku said. It wasn't a whine anymore, but something insistent, heated, closer to a demand. He pulled his face away from Bakugou's skin to glare at him, fully prepared to engage in whatever battle of wills this was.

"Don't worry," Shouto said, cutting that idea short. "He's going to. We're going to."

Izuku, surprised, tilted his head back over his shoulder, looking almost upside-down at Shouto. Shouto smiled back softly, but there was something a little teasing in that look. Izuku didn't see him look like that often, and it sent something warm straight to his core. His legs tightened a little around Bakugou.

"As long as you want to," Shouto amended.

Bakugou snorted. "Of course he wants to, look at him."

Shouto didn't rise to that bait. He didn't have to hold Izuku in place anymore, which kept his hands free. Bakugou, both to help and to tease Izuku, moved his hands around to Izuku's back, then further down.

"Hold onto me," he said.

Izuku did without protest.

Bakugou's hands gripped Izuku's ass, pulling him even closer as he drove his dick up into him. Izuku cried out, legs and arms tightening around Bakugou.

"Fuck, Deku," Bakugou said. His hands spread the other boy's cheeks apart, giving Shouto easier access.

Shouto wasn't in the mood for too much further teasing, so he was there right away, fingers sliding down to that exposed hole. They were already slick with lube, though when he'd picked that bottle up, Izuku couldn't even guess. Probably just after they'd got off the bed?

"Ah, cold," Izuku breathed.

"He could make it colder," Bakugou suggested.

Shouto actually laughed a little. He didn't take the suggestion. He did push one slick finger inside Izuku's body. Izuku made a noise that didn't quite turn into words. Bakugou held him there, still fully buried inside him, his own body all tense as he kept himself from moving too much. It wasn't long before Shouto added a second finger. Izuku tried to move his hips into the touch, but of course he couldn't. All he could do was cling to Bakugou and take it.

"Shouto, come on," Izuku finally said.

Shouto, leaning closer, just near Izuku's ear, all but purred, "You really wanna be fucked by both of us that badly?"

Izuku nodded, leaning back a little against Shouto, though his legs stayed locked vice-tight around Bakugou.

"Yes," he answered.

"I bet he can feel me inside you," Bakugou said, rocking his hips for emphasis. "Can't you, Shouto?"

Shouto's hand movement stuttered for just a moment.

"Damnit, Katsuki," he said.

"Can't you?" Bakugou asked again.

Shouto nodded, face pressed against Izuku's shoulder like it had been on the bed, mouth hot against him.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can," he said, moving his hand again. Bakugou, not anywhere near as unaffected as he tried to pretend he was, pressed his lips against Izuku's other shoulder to stifle his own groan. He was only half-successful. He heard Izuku start to chuckle at him and rewarded that with a press of teeth, not hard, just a warning.

Shouto withdrew his fingers, quickly replacing them with his cock. He didn't actually push into Izuku's body right away, instead waiting, cockhead pressed just against the other boy's ass.

"You sure?" Shouto asked.

"He's sure, goddamn," Bakugou said. Shouto didn't even acknowledge that.

Izuku nodded, head falling back against Shouto again. He looked up, but the angle wasn't quite right for him to look fully into Shouto's face.

"Yes, of course I'm sure, just— just fuck me already," he said, barely managing to separate his words out.

Shouto was much more merciful than Bakugou. Besides, he'd already tormented himself enough. He slid his slick hand over his dick again to make sure, then slowly pushed into Izuku's ass.

He cursed softly at the heat around him, the tight fit made tighter by Bakugou's cock filling Izuku's cunt. He was slow about it, careful, controlled. Izuku gasped and squirmed, but he couldn't really move. He couldn't get Bakugou to move; he couldn't get Shouto to go faster, even when he started begging.

After what seemed to Izuku to be an eternity, Shouto was fully buried inside him. All three of them were still for a long moment, breathing heavily.

"I'm fine, you guys," Izuku finally said. "Are you going to fuck me or just stand here?"

"Don't be a brat, Deku," Bakugou said.

"You're so…" Shouto said, but he couldn't find the words he was looking for.

Izuku didn't really have any leverage, but he rocked his hips as much as he was able to. The other two, both strung out a little from all their careful self-control, finally let some of that go.

Bakugou moved first. He moved an arm, grabbing for Shouto, gripping his arm where he could reach. Shouto responded only a moment later. He slid his free arm under Izuku's leg, offering that as support, though Izuku didn't really need it. It moved Izuku's leg a little, though, which he felt.

He said something all run together, some muttered curse. Another time, Bakugou would have pushed him on it, dragged words out of him or made him beg. This was a lot for all of them, though, so even Bakugou let it go.

Instead, the blond pulled his hips back a little, then pushed back in, slower than he would have liked. The motion was slower than Izuku really wanted, too, but Bakugou was still being careful with him while he was filled in both holes like this.

"Kacchan," Izuku demanded from between clenched teeth.

Shouto was the one who answered him, though not with words. Instead, he did something similar to what Bakugou had done, pulling his hips away from Izuku, then pressing back in. His movement was quicker, harder, but shallower. Izuku moaned and rocked back into him as best he could.

Bakugou, not to be outdone, moved his hips again too, sharper than before. Izuku couldn't match both of them. As they both started to thrust into him, he couldn't move with either of them. He was more or less at their mercy, which was entirely the point of Bakugou sandwiching him between them this way.

"There you go," Bakugou said, "Don't think. Just let us give you what you need."

Izuku's senses were finally overloaded enough that he didn't protest. Bakugou let him lean back against Shouto a little. The two taller boys moved their hips, not exactly in tandem, fucking into the boy between them at an increasingly erratic pace.

"You look so pretty like this," Bakugou said, all but growling the words. "Taking both of us at once."

Izuku mumbled something unintelligible and Bakugou thrust into him a little harder.

After a minute, Bakugou leaned over Izuku's shoulder to kiss Shouto, almost as demanding. Shouto gave as much as he could from that angle. Izuku started to say something again, but Bakugou dragged Shouto's free hand up, shoving Shouto's fingers into Izuku's mouth to keep him quiet. The angle was awkward at first, but Shouto got the idea and kept his hand there even when Bakugou dropped his away.

Izuku made some unintelligible sounds around Shouto's fingers, but it didn't much matter.

Bakugou, talking to Izuku but with his lips still mostly against Shouto's, said, "You wanted to come so bad a few minutes ago."

Shouto, picking up on where Bakugou was going, drew in a shaky breath and finished for him, "Touch yourself, then."

Izuku's answering sound made both of the other two rock harder into his body. He worked a hand between himself and Bakugou (who did him no favours by granting him any extra space between them), fingers finding his swollen clit, sliding on either side of it and squeezing a little. He was achingly hard, overstimulated, still needy. He barely moved his hand, letting the motion of all of their bodies grind his hand against his dick.

Their words after that weren't really coherent sentences. Shouto didn't say anything at all, just pressed his mouth to whatever skin he could find, heat and cold against Izuku in equal measure. Bakugou growled encouraging filth into Izuku's ear and Izuku's words were mostly just their names and please until he couldn't manage words at all.

"Come for us, Izuku," Bakugou finally said, his words low and rough, barely loud enough for Shouto to hear them too.

It was hearing his name like that from Bakugou's mouth that pushed Izuku over the edge, body taut and strained, clenching around both of their cocks inside him as he came.

"Fuck, Izuku," Shouto said, hips stuttering. "Katsuki, I—"

"Yeah," Bakugou answered. "Go ahead."

Shouto nodded against the crook of Izuku's shoulder. He thrust once, twice more before he came as well, buried as deep as he could be in Izuku's ass. Izuku shuddered between and around them both, hand still half-moving over his too sensitive, still hard clit.

Bakugou didn't quite stop moving his own hips through all of that. When Shouto lifted his face away from Izuku's skin, Bakugou let their eyes meet again. Shouto kissed Izuku's neck and slowly moved away, cock sliding out of the other boy's body. He kept his hands on both Izuku and Bakugou until he was sure Bakugou had a good hold on Izuku, then moved entirely away.

"Shouto," Izuku said, but Bakugou hushed him.

Bakugou wasted no time in taking Izuku back to the bed. He laid him down, leaning over him, shoving one of his legs up. The blond got one knee on the bed so he could get a good angle to really drive his cock into Izuku beneath him.

Izuku cried out wordlessly. Bakugou kissed him, swallowing the sound. Izuku's hands found their way to Bakugou's shoulders, tightening there, nails against skin enough to leave marks, though they wouldn't last. Bakugou got a hand between them where Izuku's had been before, fingers pressed against the other hero's clit as he fucked into him.

Izuku bucked and shuddered under him. The sensation was too much, but he couldn't twist away or escape it. Not that he really wanted to, of course; the way he held on and kept his free leg hooked around Bakugou sent a clear message.

"Come for me again, Deku," Bakugou said, voice ragged. This time it was more an order or a demand. He had kept himself so controlled this whole time, but he couldn't take it anymore either.

Izuku's body was too overloaded to do much other than just…obey. Bakugou finally followed him over that edge, hips pounding into Izuku as they both came.

Afterwards, Bakugou stood up enough to guide Izuku's leg back down. His lips found Izuku's. That kiss was soft, as sweet as Bakugou ever really got, breathless and sated. He pulled Izuku all the way onto the bed and lay there with him, side by side, facing each other. Shouto, who had watched the whole last part of that as if enraptured by the two of them, slipped into the bed behind Izuku as well.

They lay there entwined, breathing together, for a long stretch of minutes. After a while, Izuku stirred, nestling his face into Bakugou and reaching behind him a little clumsily to find Shouto's hand.

"This is nice," he said, words partially muffled.

Shouto nodded into his hair.

"You feel okay?" Shouto asked.

Izuku nodded back.

"Yeah. More in my body, I think, silly as that sounds."

Shouto shook his head and said, "It's not silly. That was the point, wasn't it?"

Izuku didn't answer. Bakugou worked an arm around both of the other two, at least most of the way, tightening briefly in an embrace.

"No more shutting us out, got it?" he said, but his voice was soft, a request in place of his usual demands.

Izuku sighed, not answering immediately. Bakugou resisted the urge to push him about it, settling instead for ducking his head and kissing Izuku again. At least Izuku kissed him back.

When the kiss broke, Izuku said, "Okay, Kacchan. I'll do my best."

Shouto had one hand on Izuku's hip. He squeezed it, warm and reassuring.

"I love you guys," Izuku said.

"Ugh, what a nerd," Bakugou said.

"We love you, too," Shouto said, ignoring Bakugou. "We want to take care of you."

"Yeah," Bakugou said. "Love you, damn nerd. C'mon, I'll make dinner after we clean up. You're a fucking mess."

"Whose fault is that?" Izuku asked.

"Yours, for being too fuckable," Bakugou answered with half a grin. Izuku shoved him.

"Maybe after that we'll make it to the beach after all," Shouto said, almost wistfully.

Bakugou laughed. This sort of distraction wasn't really a fix for everything that was still wrong and still healing, but what they had between the three of them was good. If it took double-teaming Izuku to keep him grounded, well, Bakugou wasn't going to complain. Too much.

"We'll see," he said, and his words held the promise of other possibilities.