Figuring it out [BNHA]

Chapter 2

Summary:

Inko's birthday brings up a weird situation for Katsuki.

During a vacation (he was twenty-eight years), he stayed in a very luxurious European hotel, far away from Japan. He wanted to relax and not be harassed by some people.

He was in a sauna when he had his first full-blown gay panic. The guys were mostly naked and sweating heavily (as expected in a sauna). There were some older guys, but also a few young and very attractive ones. They struck up a conversation with him, and Katsuki tried so hard not to look them up and down. Good thing his face was already red from the heat, so his blush didn't expose him.

This one guy was built like a damn Adonis; he sure as hell was attractive. During a shower, Katsuki eventually did get a glimpse of his private area, and he had to avert his eyes; otherwise, he would have gotten a problem.

Katsuki was awake most of the night, fantasizing about this guy. But no way in hell he would have his first time with some European guy he would never see again.

When he returned, he did more "research." He wanted to be sure. But the thought of pushing his cock in someone's hole (no matter which one) was still icky for him.

It was Inko's fifty-fifth birthday. Izuku had bought her a house a long time ago. They had a large party, and Katsuki and Izuku drank lots of alcohol. Inko was happy that they got along so well.

But then, the night arrived, and some of the guests stayed over. The house was definitely larger than her apartment a decade ago, but with so many guests, the space got scarce. "You can stay with me in my room, Kacchan. But, unfortunately, I don't have an air mattress or something, so we might have to share a bed."

"No problem, we slept together as kids," Katsuki chuckled, and so it happened that he slept with Izuku in one bed.

Katsuki groaned when he woke up in the middle of the night because he felt something hitting him. Izuku had rolled around, and his arm was now placed over Katsuki. The blond had sobered up enough to realize their situation.

He was sleeping with Izuku in one bed! And Izuku was half on top of him ... Izuku didn't look so bad. Quite the contrary, Izuku was a fucking beast. He was a giant! Toping Katsuki by a head, his shoulders were broad, and he was muscular, quite similar to a young All Might. Katsuki couldn't deny that he was fucking attractive.

Hot air hit his neck when Izuku pulled him closer, still fast asleep. Katsuki's heart ran a marathon in his chest; or no, rather, it bounced around like at a damn trampoline parlor. Swindle was in his head, and he couldn't think straight. This damn beefcake held him so close!

He flinched heavily when Izuku pressed his groin against Katsuki's ass. He heard the greenette mumble something, and then "something" poked him even harder. Katsuki was wide awake, his throat felt drier than a summer day in Death Valley, and swallowing was hard, almost painful.

He could feel Izuku's cock pressing against his ass! And it was the damn best feeling ever! But why the fuck did it feel so good? Katsuki was a very dominant person; when he entered the battlefield, his presence alone could make the enemies shiver. He never let anyone dominate him!

So, why was the thought of Izuku pushing him down, pinning him to the mattress, and having his way with him so arousing to him? Suddenly, all he could think of was Izuku's massive cock deflowering his ass. Splitting his cheeks and breaching his rims, tearing his insides apart until he was filled with cum.

Katsuki blushed in the depth of night, glad that his friend was still asleep, slightly rutting against his ass. How could he think that? This was still Izuku he was thinking about! He stiffened when he realized that he was rock hard. How the hell? This usually never happens! He didn't get a boner for mere thoughts alone!

He was so hard; it was almost painful. But no, he wouldn't touch himself in Izuku's embrace. The blond was embarrassed over these thoughts. He was a twenty-nine-year-old man fantasizing about his cheeks getting spread by his best friend. He wanted to be bred like a bitch in heat.

Maybe that was the fault of the porn he consumed as "research." Most films were pretty heavy, and it had turned him on. But he never imagined that he would see himself in the submissive role; that he would happily roll on his belly and present his untouched ass to Izuku if he ordered him to.

He imagined what Izuku's cock must look like. As big as he was, it must be massive. Probably thick, long, dark, and veiny. Ready to split his ass in two. Would Izuku ever want him like that? Heat culminated in Katsuki's stomach when he thought about it. How Izuku's body covered his, how he grabbed his wrists while he rutted into his virgin ass.

Oh, how painful it must be for the first time. And how much he would like to taste it. He felt the poking through the fabric, and shamelessly he pressed against it. He knew he couldn't do more, but he wished for it. While he rubbed his ass against Izuku's crotch, the sleeping man started to thrust his hips.

Fuck! Katsuki moaned out, and his own cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He wanted it so much! But he knew exactly that he couldn't. Not here in Inko's house, where dozens of guests were in the rooms next to them and could probably hear them.

Katsuki let Izuku thrust against him repeatedly while he tried to go back to sleep. It was the best feeling ever.

The following morning was awkward for Katsuki; he couldn't really describe it. Izuku didn't seem to remember anything, but Katsuki still had the feeling of Izuku's cock against his ass in mind.

Then, much to his shock, Izuku started to change in front of him. It wasn't the first time he did this, and Katsuki usually didn't have a problem with it, but given what happened last night, he felt incredibly weird. Especially when he got the tiniest glimpse of Izuku's cock.

"Is everything alright, Kacchan?" Izuku asked when he saw Katsuki's blushed face.

"Uhm, yeah, sure!" He fake smiled and got up to use the bathroom. Shit ...

Life after this incident was ultimately more difficult in some regards. He functioned perfectly when he was at work or out with his friends or anything. But when he was alone at home, he felt this pang of sadness. His imagination ran wild with the thoughts of Izuku fucking him. Whenever he watched porn, he imagined the greenette on top of him, and he remembered Izuku's cock against his ass. It got him so hot in no time ...

Coming home to his vacant house was nasty. He definitely preferred solitude over too many people but now ...

He started to imagine himself coming home to find Izuku waiting for him (which was very unlikely, given that Deku was a hero himself.) He longed for more of his friend's touches, which drove him crazy not to get them.

Three months passed, and Katsuki was on the verge of going crazy. His head spun whenever he allowed himself to think of having sex with Izuku. Why on earth could he not stop fantasizing about his friend? This wasn't normal!