Special Order

Untitled Part 1

"You're really down for this, Deku?" Bakugou asked, looking over the order for the evening. His crimson eyes flitted to watch Midoriya adjust the light blue jockstrap. Bakugou thought the color looked horribly washed out on Midoriya's pale freckled skin, but it wasn't his business. The customer had requested and paid for it, return shipping and all. Bakugou was sure he'd never understand it, but it was a lucrative part of their business.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? It's not like we haven't done scenes with them all before." Midoriya stood up and admired the curvy swell of his ass in the mirror before turning his attention to Bakugou. "Why?"

"You don't like messy shit. Especially in those pretty green curls." Bakugou teased. "Remember that time you did that stupid KY wrestling pool. You bitched for a week that your hair was fucked up."

Midoriya shot a playful scowl over at Bakugou. "That was different. Besides, the guy who requested it has shelled more than enough cash to buy me new shampoo." Midoriya sauntered over to Bakugou and leaned up to place a kiss on his soft lips. The man had some very specific requests for tonight's video, and most of it wasn't that far out of the norm, but Midoriya was aware that one of his requests had Bakugou on edge. "Besides, you love washing my hair."

Bakugou snorted. "I'm not the one messing it up. I should make one of those extras clean your ass up after this. Hell, Todoroki'd lick it off you if you let him."

"That's actually kinda hot. He'd like that." Midoriya took his phone back from Bakugou and typed the idea in before sending it off to his friends. "I'm gonna add that in. You're right, Shouto will totally be down for that."

Bakugou set to work cleaning up the spare room they used for their cam work while Midoriya texted back and forth with their friends, going over the details for tonight's stream. It had been a tall order, getting this many of their friends organized, but Midoriya was right, the pay off the customer had offered was more than worth it, even if his nerves did feel like frayed wires.

Midoriya leaned in the doorway watching Bakugou as he picked up the small end table and moved it for the third time, before wiping its already clean surface again. "It's clean, Kacchan. It's been clean for the last hour. Are you sure that you're okay with this? I mean, it's a tall order for your first time in front of the camera. I need you to be honest with me."

"It's not my first time in front of the camera, nerd. I'm in like half of your videos. And I do my own videos too." Bakugou retorted.

"Yes, but you've never showed your face in your videos, or mine." Midoriya let Bakugou wrap his strong muscular arms around him and felt the taller man sigh against his neck. This man wasn't the first to ask to see the face of the sub who always fucked him, but he was the only one to offer enough money that Bakugou even considered it. "And it's not like you're used to playing with our friends that often either."

Bakugou breathed in the scent of Midoriya's shampoo, and let it center him. "'M not playing with them. They're not touching you. They're just..."

"Cumming all over my pretty freckled face." Midoriya filled in teasingly. "While you fuck me."

Bakugou smiled darkly. "Well, when you say it like that..." He leaned in to kiss Midoriya when loud voices suddenly filtered in from the living area. "Don't they know how to knock?"

Midoriya chuckled, tugging on Bakugou's arm. "Come on."

All five of their friends had filtered in and were setting up shop in the living room. "You fuckers could knock, you know." Bakugou said flatly.

"Don't be like that Bakubro, we're practically family." Kirishima said.

"I mean we've all seen each other's junk. How much closer can we all get?" Kaminari asked.