Eggplants, Hawks, and other signs of good luck - Chapter Two [NSFW]

This was a new year fic which got left behind by a bunch of other stuff I was working on lol, so thematically it's a little out of date, but oh well. Catch up here!

One more chapter to go after this ^^

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Katsuki clung to Izuku’s hand as he knocked on the front door, surprising himself with exactly how nervous he’d quickly become. He was no stranger to most of what he hoped they were about to do, he and Izuku had plenty of fun together at home, but the idea of three of them? And of all people, the third one was his celebrity crush? 

At least having Izuku with him was keeping him a little steadier, stopping him from turning around and just walking away, pretending it never happened.

Hawks answered the door with a grin, waving them inside like it was no big deal, and a small part of Katsuki wondered if they’d misunderstood the invitation completely. Was he really so casual about… All of this?

“So,” Hawks began, his grin twisting into more of a smirk. “You liked my photos, huh?”

“Yeah,” Izuku laughed, squeezing Katsuki’s hand lightly. “Kacchan brought the magazine home from the supermarket, and we had a lot of fun looking through it together.”

“I’m glad. I do them every year, but people are usually too nervous to say anything about them.”

“Every year? How come?”

Hawks nodded, gesturing toward the couch for them to have a seat, sitting himself in a matching armchair with his smile still unwavering.

“Always to release on New Year’s Eve,” he explained. “I thought it was a good way to make people dream about me.”

“Dream about-? Oh my God,” Izuku clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the ugly snort that came out. “For good luck?”

“Yeah! People always say it’s good luck to dream about hawks over the new year, so here I am!”

“I love it,” Izuku grinned. “That’s amazing.”

“Explains the eggplant emojis too,” Katsuki mumbled, shooting an awkward look at Izuku. “They’re meant to be lucky as well.”

“Oh, no,” Hawks shook his head quickly. “The eggplant was just to see if you wanted to hook up.”

If Katsuki had been drinking something, he knew he would have spat it across the room in that moment. He’d been thrown off already by Hawks inviting them over so brazenly, but even saying the words? Katsuki couldn’t fathom being that bold.

“Well, we’re here,” Izuku grinned back. “Kacchan is a little star-struck though.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki hissed, glaring at him. “Don’t say that shit!”

“If we’re gonna have sex, the least we can do is be honest first.”

“You’re so embarrassing.”

Hawks shook his head, his smirk softening a little, and for a minute Katsuki became even more nervous – they weren’t going to have sex? Why were they even there?

Well, yeah, okay, it was cool hanging out with Hawks at all, but still!

“It’s good to talk about it,” Hawks assured him. “I’d hate to take things too far and make you uncomfortable or anything. It’s not like I do this very often myself, but a couple of cute heroes like yourselves? I could hardly say no.”

“You don’t?” Katsuki asked, eyes widening.

“Cute?” Izuku blinked at him, gawking.

“Yes,” Hawks laughed brightly. “Yes, you’re both cute, and yes, it’s a rare event.”

“So you’re clean, then?” Izuku asked, making Katsuki groan with the bluntness of it all. “Have you been checked out recently?”

“I got checked out after my last hook up, it’s been a while but there’s no reason anything would have changed since then. And you two? I assume you’re only with each other, normally?”

“Yeah,” Izuku nodded. “It’s been a little while since I got checked out, but I’ve only been with Kacchan.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki mumbled. “Unless the nerd is cheating on me, we’re both clean.”

“Then we’re clean,” Izuku confirmed, grinning again. “That’s good!”

“Anything else you want to discuss beforehand? Positions, preferences, kinks?”

Katsuki whined quietly, and both Izuku and Hawks laughed at him for it, Izuku giving his hand a quick squeeze. As much as the idea was riveting to Katsuki, he still couldn’t help but think it was all too much, too good to be true. At any minute Hawks would laugh at them and take it back, or Izuku would stop and get mad at him for being willing to go through with it, and yet all his brain could do was scream hurry up and do it.

“Kacchan, do you wanna… Tell him your preferences?” Izuku asked pointedly, nudging him with an elbow. “We need to talk about this stuff, you know?”

“Ugh,” Katsuki sighed, looking away for a moment to gather himself. “I uh, prefer to bottom. I don’t mind doing both, I’ll still be happy and stuff, but… Yeah. I like it better.”

“I’m not a big fan of bottoming,” Izuku added. “If Kacchan desperately wants to top, I’ll do it, but it doesn’t do much for me.”

“Cool,” Hawks nodded. “I’m happy to go either way, doesn’t bother me. Topping his nervous little ass sounds fun though.”

Katsuki burned bright red, floundering as he tried to find words, but between his own nerves and Izuku laughing beside him, his voice failed him entirely.

“Cool, you guys want something to drink? Have you eaten recently? Or should we just go get comfy in the bedroom?”

“Kacchan looks pretty thirsty,” Izuku smirked. “You need some water?”

“I’m fine,” Katsuki hissed. “Stop being an ass.”

Izuku leaned in and pressed a kiss to his temple, trying his best to look apologetic – he suspected it didn’t work.

“How about a beer? Or a whiskey?” Hawks offered. “You’re both over twenty, right? Would a drink help settle the nerves?”

“Whiskey sounds great,” Katsuki admitted, his voice gruff and surprisingly quiet. “Um, thanks.”

“A beer would be nice, if you have some!” Izuku added. “Thank you!”

“My pleasure, one minute.”

He stepped out to the kitchen, and Izuku squeezed Katsuki’s hand again, kissing his cheek this time in an attempt to be comforting. Katsuki huffed quietly, eyes darting up to the doorway where Hawks had disappeared, and Izuku shuffled a little closer.

“If you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay,” he whispered. “Neither of us will be offended. I only want to do this if we both want it, and if you’ve decided you don’t, that’s totally fine.”

“I do,” Katsuki admitted. “I just…”

“Nerves?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Izuku smiled warmly, reaching across with his other hand to cup Katsuki’s between them. “We’re gonna have fun, okay? A lot of fun.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki swallowed hard. “I know, nerd. Stop looking down on me.”

“I’m not, you know that!” Izuku laughed. “Just try to relax, I’ll take good care of you. I always do, right?”

“Yeah,” Katsuki admitted. “You do.”

“Then believe in me. Trust me.”

“I do.”

“Okay,” Izuku’s eyes shone with delight at his words. “I’m glad you do.”

Hawks returned shortly with his hands full of drinks – a bottle of expensive looking whiskey in one hand, three glasses balanced in the crook of his arm, and three bottles of beer dangling from the other hand. Izuku was about to leap up and help when he saw a couple of feathers dart out, easily navigating everything out of his precarious grip and onto the table.

“That’s so cool,” he marvelled, leaning forward to instead watch the feathers work. “Do you have to think about it a lot? If you’re controlling a lot of them it must be really hard, right? So much multi-tasking!”

“At first it was hard,” Hawks agreed, pouring a glass of whiskey and letting one of his feathers slide it over to Katsuki. “Now it’s pretty much second nature, like any quirk. Take Dynamite’s, for example – he has to think about secreting the explosive, igniting it, aiming it, controlling the pressure of how much comes out at once to choose how big he wants the explosions to be, and usually moving at the same time, right? And I’ve seen him fly with those precision blasts, or shoot two directions at once, and all sorts. But you don’t have to think about every one of those steps anymore, right? You just do it, because that’s what your body is trained to do. You see a villain at a certain distance, you know from experience how big your explosion needs to be, so you make one that size.”

“I guess so,” Katsuki nodded faintly. “So you just… Do it.”

“Pretty much! I either do it with my hands, do it with my feet, or do it with my wings. You don’t have to consciously decide to grab someone with your hands or your feet, I just have an extra set of limbs in there.”

“An extra set of hundreds of limbs,” Izuku pointed out.

“True! If I’m using a lot of feathers for all different purposes then yeah, it might take a little more focus.”

“I should have brought a notebook, this is fascinating!”

“Sorry, he’s a nerd,” Katsuki grumbled. “Deku, cut it out.”

“Sorry! I just really love quirks!”

“It’s fine,” Hawks assured him, holding a beer out and popping the top off with one of his feathers. “You want anything else or just beer?”

“Just beer is great!” Izuku beamed, eyes shining as he accepted. “That was so cool.”

“Well I have to show off a little bit now that I know you’re such a fanboy,” Hawks grinned. “And you never answered me, did you guys eat dinner?”

“We did! Kacchan didn’t eat much, but I made sure he ate something.”

“Don’t want to have to clean up again,” he grumbled, cheeks burning red. “Stop making me say shit.”

“Communication is important, Kacchan!” Izuku reminded him, linking their arms together lightly. “It won’t be fun if we can’t even talk about why we’re here!”

“I’m here to get fucked, what more is there?”

“See? You can talk about it!”

“Shut up.”

Hawks just laughed at their bickering, pouring a whiskey of his own, and Katsuki cracked a smile when a scarlet feather screwed the cap back onto the bottle for him. He was already putting on a show for them, and they hadn’t even made it to the bedroom yet.

“We should take a picture,” Hawks suggested, reaching for his phone. “Before all the rest of the stuff, I mean. The fans have been going nuts about our interactions online, they’d probably get a kick out of us all hanging out.”

“Doesn’t it uh… imply a lot?” Izuku asked awkwardly. “Like, if they see the flirting, aren’t they all gonna guess that we…?”

“Does it matter?” Hawks asked with a grin. “It’ll get us trending, that’s great for publicity. Everyone is gonna be speculating and asking questions whether we actually fuck or not, we may as well play to the audience.”

“Kacchan does always need an approval boost.”

“Oi!” Katsuki growled. “My approval rating is fucking fine.”

“Oh yeah, with that mouth everyone must love you,” Hawks teased. “Let me guess – popular with young women? They love the bad boy vibe.”

“Teenage boys too,” Izuku nodded. “They think he’s cool. It’s all kids that support me. I never get cute girls asking me to sign their boobs!”

“Is that a problem?” Katsuki glared at him. “You want shitty boobs shoved in your face?”

“Boobs are nice, Kacchan,” Izuku answered easily, reaching out to squeeze Katsuki’s pec. “You should know, I play with yours often enough.”

“Mine are not boobs.”

“Suuuure, Kacchan, we believe you.”

“I fuckin’ hate you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

He grabbed a handful of blond spikes, leaning in to kiss his cheek sloppily, and Katsuki just grumbled and shoved him off – he was far too used to the dumb treatment from his sappy boyfriend, he no longer bothered to complain too much, since it would just happen again in an hour regardless.

“Have you two been together long?”

“A few years,” Izuku nodded. “But we’ve been best friends since we were toddlers! Kacchan threw his crayons across the room because he got mad at the teachers for making him sit next to the girl who licked everything. So I let him share mine! We drew All Might together.”

“He’s not here for shitty childhood stories,” Katsuki growled, pinching his arm. “That’s not sexy.”

“Oh, sorry, did I ruin the mood? Quick Kacchan, take your shirt off.”

“Fuck off.”

Hawks laughed at them, but when Katsuki opened his mouth to complain about it, he found himself lost for words. The way Hawks smiled at them seemed so genuine, compared to the fake one he put on in public, and for a moment he just forgot how to speak.

“Kacchan thinks you’re very handsome,” Izuku translated. “He’s not very good with words.”

“Thank you,” Hawks grinned back, before Katsuki could protest. “You’re very hot yourself, but you know that. Both of you are. And relax, seriously, we can take this slow. Or not do it at all, if you’ve changed your mind. It’s not a big deal.”

“I didn’t change my mind,” Katsuki blurted out, blushing again over his stupid, uncontrollable mouth.

“I’m glad. But I mean it when I say we’ll go slow.”

“Why don’t you come sit next to us?” Izuku offered, shuffling over a bit and dragging Katsuki with him. “There’s room for all three of us here.”

Hawks glanced at Katsuki, waiting for the awkward nod before he stood, setting down his empty glass and sliding into the space on Katsuki’s other side.

“Another drink?” he offered, looking at the glass smudged with fingerprints, turned back and forth in Katsuki’s hands as he fidgeted. “Another glass? Or a beer? And you, Deku?”

“Still going,” Izuku grinned, holding up his half-full bottle. “Kacchan isn’t much for beer.”

“Another glass, then,” Hawks nodded, his feathers pushing the bottle closer until he could reach it from his seat. “Don’t worry, we’ll pace ourselves, I’m not gonna let you get drunk.”

He poured some more into Katsuki’s glass all the same, and Katsuki nodded in thanks, raising it to his lips. Truth be told, Katsuki was a bit of a lightweight and he knew it. The second glass would be more than enough to give him a pleasant buzz, to maybe mellow out his nerves a little. Izuku liked to say that it smoothed out his rough edges a little – though his asshole friends liked to retort that they’d need some kind of industrial belt sander to handle Katsuki’s edges. With Hawks right beside him though, thigh pressed against his, Katsuki couldn’t help but hope Izuku was right.

“You’re allowed to touch,” Izuku said with a wry smile, leaning forward to see Hawks past the obstacle of Katsuki’s frame. “Kacchan isn’t much of an initiator, but he’ll tell you if he doesn’t like what you’re doing.”

“You guys set any hard limits for this stuff? Like, things I shouldn’t do with either of you?”

“No, we’re good,” Izuku assured him. “Kacchan and I are in love, you’re not going to somehow ruin our relationship by kissing or fucking us or whatever.”

“Gimme your hand, then.”

Izuku stretched it across the back of the couch obediently, surprised when Hawks took it, leaning in and planting a kiss on his knuckles.

“They always look so sore when I see you working,” he explained. “Always want to stop and check that you’re okay, even though I know it would look bad while we’re working.”

“I didn’t know it was so noticeable.”

“Only to other heroes, we know the signs of injuries.”

He kept their fingers linked lightly, but moved his lips across to Katsuki, planting a light little kiss on his cheek and watching him turn into a tomato in an instant.

“And you. You are very cute. I know you know that, but I bet you like hearing it anyway.”

“I’m hot,” he protested weakly. “Not cute.”

“You can be both,” Hawks laughed. “The arms are super hot, but the pout is adorable.”

“I told you so,” Izuku grinned, leaning into his side.

“Arms?” Katsuki asked dumbly, looking down at the leather jacket Izuku had convinced him to wear – he always felt like it was trying too hard, but Izuku loved it. “When did you…?”

“You think I wouldn’t notice a hot young hero climbing the ranks?” Hawks smirked. “The leather is sexy too, but if you wanted to take it off I wouldn’t say no.”

Katsuki leaned forward a little, surprised when hands reached in from both sides to help him out, shedding the stiff leather in favour of one of his usual dark tank tops. Hawks swept the jacket aside, letting a couple of feathers take it to hang near the door, then his fingers returned to hover just millimetres from Katsuki’s skin.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yeah.”

A warm hand wrapped around his bicep, and Izuku grinned knowingly, leaning over to rest his head on Katsuki’s shoulder.

“Your quirk must put a lot of strain on your arms. The two of you could probably keep a hand specialist in business all on your own.”

“Kacchan doesn’t like seeing the specialists, I’m lucky if I can even get him to a physio.”

“Their job is to keep you at the top of your game,” Hawks sighed, rubbing this thumb along the curve of Katsuki’s bicep. “You young guys are always so stubborn about doing it all on your own. Let them do their jobs so that you can do yours.”

Katsuki had to bite back a moan when the thumb pressed just right against his tight muscles, rubbing little circles that caught Katsuki in a moment of bliss.

“Told you so,” he grinned knowingly. “Do you want to come lie down on my bed? I’ll give you a nice massage, get you all loose and relaxed for us.”

“I’m not tight,” he huffed.

“Liar,” Izuku laughed back. “We can all keep our pants on for now, let’s just go see his bedroom. Even if you change your mind, we can still say we saw Hawks’s bedroom!”

“Fine,” he huffed, cheeks glowing again. “But I still don’t need a physio.”

“Okay sweetie.”

Hawks stood up, offering them each a hand to escort them, grinning when both were accepted quickly. Izuku’s came with a carefree grin, Katsuki’s with a cute little blush, but neither hesitated to follow him down the hall to his master bedroom.

Izuku marvelled when he saw it. The bedroom was bigger than the living room at their own apartment, all carefully decorated in red and black, with an ensuite bathroom and a walk-in wardrobe off to one side. The bed was huge, with a pile of thick pillows, the covers turned back neatly to expose the sheets beneath. Izuku might have thought it was all natural, unplanned, if not for the little stack of towels sitting on one of the bedside tables – dark and fluffy, but out of place nonetheless, if not for their plans.

“Your room is gorgeous, I love it.”

“Thank you, that means a lot.”

“Did you do it all yourself?”

“In here I did,” he nodded. “The boring white stuff out front is all professional, gotta be prepared for Hero Commission visits and all that. This is me though, no one from work has to see this.”

“Thank you for letting us in.”

“Thanks for coming,” Hawks grinned. “This is gonna be fun.”

“Yeah!”

Katsuki sat down awkwardly on the end of the bed when Hawks waved him over, getting a laugh from both his partners for it, and Hawks reached out just to touch his cheek lightly.

“Lie down on your stomach for me, get comfy. I want to help you relax, be more comfortable here. You’re not gonna enjoy yourself if you’re so tense.”

“Uh… Sorry.”

“For what, being nervous? Totally normal. I’m feeling it too, you know. It’s not like I get propositioned by hot heroes regularly, let alone two at once.”

“Yeah right,” Katsuki snorted.

“Yeah, I’m with Kacchan this time,” Izuku grinned. “I bet your DMs are full of them.”

“Not good offers,” Hawks laughed. “You guys are the first good offer.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You don’t have to lie to us, you know.”

“You two are awful,” Hawks huffed, poking Izuku lightly. “Work your charm for me, get him to lie down.”

Izuku laughed, but to Hawks’s surprise, it worked. Within seconds Katsuki was laying back on the bed, letting Izuku get the pillows all set up for him before he rolled over onto his stomach. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching as a scarred hand reached for him and ran through his hair, callused fingertips brushing lightly against his scalp. The touch made him shiver, his whole body tingling.

“Shirt off, babe,” he continued, coaxing it up over his head. “Let us see that sexy back of yours.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki laughed quietly, allowing it all the same. “I don’t need all this praise shit.”

“Ah, praise kink?” Hawks asked, grinning when Izuku laughed and nodded. “I can work with that.”

“I do not,” Katsuki insisted through gritted teeth. “Don’t tell him shit like that, you damn Deku!”

“He does,” Izuku reaffirmed, ignoring him. “Loves having the ego fed, hearing about how sexy and talented he is.”

“Well I am,” Katsuki grumbled, gaze locked on the pillow, hoping they wouldn’t notice him breathing in Hawks’s scent from all the bedding around them. “Doesn’t mean you gotta say it.”

“So sparingly, then,” Hawks agreed. “Got it. Any other kinks you wanna share?”

“The nerd is into bondage,” Katsuki answered quickly, getting his revenge. “Likes being tied up and shit.”

“Oh? You like being tied up?” he clarified. “When you bottom?”

“Yeah,” Izuku admitted sheepishly. “Just plain bottoming does nothing for me, but…”

“Ah, being teased and tormented and not being able to do anything about it works better.”

Izuku squirmed, and Katsuki turned his head to smirk, glancing at the clear bulge in Izuku’s jeans.

“What about you?” Izuku prompted. “What do you like?”

“I’m not adverse to giving a little brat a good spanking when he takes too long to lie down for me.”

Izuku laughed, and Katsuki grumbled something inaudible, though he finally lay down properly to put his head on the pillow. Hawks grinned, placing a warm hand on his lower back, and Katsuki huffed quietly when it slid firmly up his spine.

“For me it’s in here,” he explained, gently kneading between Katsuki’s shoulder blades. “Hard to reach on my own, have to get a professional to take care of it.”

Katsuki hummed faintly, eyes sinking closed, and Hawks travelled out toward his shoulders, bringing both hands into the mix.

“I bet yours is along here, always bracing yourself to deal with recoil. Must get really tight. Right in here?”

“Fuck,” Katsuki hissed, when Hawks’s fingers hunted down a tight knot in his muscles. “What the hell.”

“Thought so,” Hawks laughed, rubbing gentle circles to work away at the tight spot. “Look at you, being all good for me now.”

“Shuddup.”

“I’ll shut up when you relax for me. We’re all friends here, ready to have some good, consensual, adult fun. Breathe, nice and slow.”

“You’re good with him,” Izuku smiled softly. “Not many people can quiet him down.”

“Really? But he’s such a good boy.”

Katsuki burned bright red, even his ears turning warm, but Hawks just continued to rub his tight muscles, slowly loosening him up, not saying a word about the flood of colour in his skin.

“Think we should pick on your boyfriend a little?” he asked, the words barely a whisper next to Katsuki’s ear. “Tie him up and tease him a bit?”

Katsuki snorted, but he nodded all the same, rolling over when Hawks released him. His body felt surprisingly good as he levered himself up, looser and more pliant than he’d felt in a long time, and Hawks just smiled knowingly at him, running a hand through his hair and making him shiver.

“How attached are you to his clothes?” Hawks asked, tilting his head toward Katsuki slightly.

“Not at all, everything he owns is the same.”

“Perfect.”

Two feathers sliced expertly through Izuku’s t-shirt, sending it cascading to the floor in a puddle of fabric, and Izuku could only stare after it with wide eyes, watching the feathers dance around him as they moved toward his jeans.

“Gonna take them off or do I need to do it for you?” Hawks teased, leaning back against his pillows. “Wow, look at you, damn.”

Izuku’s face burned, arms folding across his chest protectively, and Hawks pouted at him when he looked away.

“I’ve got it,” Katsuki assured him, shifting down the bed. “Oi, Deku, c’mere.”

He pried the hands away, pulling them to his hips instead, and leaned in. Despite his nerves, Izuku couldn’t resist kisses with his boyfriend, so his fingers tightened on Katsuki’s hipbones and pulled him closer, chests flush together as their lips met.

Hawks hummed his approval, watching their slow, messy kiss, and Katsuki’s lips curled into a little smirk when he glanced over.

“Like what you see?” he taunted, parting from Izuku just enough to speak. “You want a turn?”

“That does sound fun,” he grinned. “But how am I supposed to choose?”

No words needed to be exchanged – Izuku and Katsuki had known each other far too long to need a discussion about the subject. Instead they moved perfectly in sync, sandwiching Hawks between them, and Izuku laughed when Katsuki beat him to the punch. He reached Hawks’s lips only moments before Izuku could get there, so Izuku instead settled for trailing kisses down a long neck, taking gentle little nips at the smooth skin.

Hawks reached up, grabbing a handful of Katsuki’s hair as their kiss deepened, and Katsuki moaned at the gentle tug that came with it, surprising Hawks and Izuku both. He gave another little pull, testing the waters, and Katsuki whined quietly in response, sending Izuku’s eyebrows sky-high.

“Noted,” he murmured, taking over Hawks’s lips while Katsuki was distracted. “Where do you wanna go from here?”

“Funny you should ask.”

Grinning, Katsuki pulled both of Izuku’s hands behind his back, holding them wrist to wrist as one of Hawks’s feathers dropped a length of thin rope beside them. He wrapped it around Izuku’s wrists, binding them together, then gave it a quick little tug to test the stretch.

“Okay?” he asked. “Wiggle your fingers.”

Izuku wiggled them obediently, nodding as Hawks paused their kisses again for a moment, waiting for an answer.

“Feels fine,” he nodded. “Not too tight.”

“Cool.”

Hawks flipped him over, bound hands pressed beneath his hips, and reached for his fly, smirking as he flicked at the zipper.

“Pretty sure I told you to take these off,” he teased. “Need me to do it for you?”

“Well I do now,” Izuku chuckled, wiggling his hands pointedly. “You’re gonna have to.”

Agonisingly slow, Hawks dragged the zip down, letting the jeans fall open on All Might patterned boxers that made Katsuki cringe. He should’ve known to check what the nerd was wearing before they went out, of course he was wearing his embarrassing fanboy pants on threesome night.

“Gonna have to get you some new underwear,” Hawks teased, watching Izuku blush faintly. “I think you’d look better in red and brown.”

“I never say no to new hero merch,” Izuku laughed breathlessly, squirming when Hawks bit and sucked at his neck. “We’ve already got a pretty big collection of Hawks merch at home.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm-hm. I like the cute plushies, Kacchan likes the super-detailed figures. He has a hoodie with wings on the back too but he refuses to wear it in public because- Mmph!”

Face burning, Katsuki stuffed Izuku’s mouth with cloth to muffle his stupid voice. Hawks just laughed at them, but Izuku gave him an indignant look, despite being a little amused by Katsuki’s embarrassment.

“Because why?” Hawks teased, ruffling Katsuki’s hair. “I like the gag idea though, that’s hot.”

Katsuki adjusted the makeshift gag slightly, making sure it wouldn’t actually choke him, and Izuku grumbled at him quietly through the fabric.

“At least we finally got some use out of one of your shitty t-shirts,” Katsuki muttered, tearing the jeans off Izuku’s legs. “Don’t say embarrassing shit.”

As soon as Izuku was stripped – including the stupid underwear that embarrassed Katsuki so much – Hawks took over again, nudging Katsuki aside to get to his legs. With expert motions, Hawks bound Izuku’s legs together to keep him still. 

Something about the ropes weaving pretty, symmetrical patterns over freckled skin made Katsuki’s pants tight in the crotch, watching with rapt attention as Hawks worked his magic.

“Sexy,” he murmured, when Hawks shot him a glance. “You’ve done this before.”

“A little,” Hawks laughed. “Nothing too difficult, I could teach you in like ten minutes.”

Izuku whined pathetically, and Hawks laughed once more, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

“I didn’t mean now,” he clarified. “Relax, I wouldn’t make you wait that long.”

Izuku’s face softened, relieved, and Katsuki couldn’t help but crack a smile.

With him suitably immobilised, Katsuki took the opportunity to latch onto a nipple, biting gently and swirling his tongue around the pert little nub. Izuku writhed and squirmed in response, gasping as best he could through a torn t-shirt gag, head thrown back onto the pillows as his back arched into the touch. He pinched the other one between his fingers, twisting it lightly, and Hawks watched with fascination as Izuku’s dick hardened considerably in an instant. He slid down the bed, positioning himself carefully around the pair, and with a few quick licks for extra lube, he sank Izuku’s dick deep into his mouth.

Katsuki paused to watch for a moment, eyes wide, and when he met Hawks’s gaze, he knew he was done for. That hungry gaze told him they were only just getting started, that Izuku’s torment was just the tip of the iceberg, and Katsuki couldn’t even find it in himself to be nervous.

He was way too fucking horny to care.