Chapter Text
💥
The last time Enji’s CEO had called the company into work on a Saturday, he promised it would never happen again.
Enji’s CEO, it seemed, was a liar, because here he was at his office on a Saturday morning, yet again working to straighten out the details of this damn merger.
Usually he wouldn't have minded so much, seeing as the work needed to get done, but this was his weekend with the twins, and he hated having to miss out on any of the little time he had with them. Every other weekend wasn't nearly enough—though even he could admit that the custody settlement had been for the best, seeing as his job left little time for the raising of children. Today being a perfect example.
At least he’d been able to get the babysitter to come in last minute. Enji was amazed that he’d been available. He wasn’t a big fan of giving tips, but if ever there were a day to, it’d be today.
Apparently the notice about the extra day at work had been viewed as optional by most of his subordinates. He was one of the only people who'd showed up, and his floor was dead quiet, the only sound being the slight tapping of a few keyboards. Only two hours in and already he was bored out of his mind.
He pressed send on his latest contribution to a weeks-long email chain, reviewed some documents he needed to sign, then decided he deserved a treat. If no one was around, well … he pulled out his personal phone and scrolled down to the app that had become his favorite pastime over these last few months.
Double-checking that he was using his personal VPN and not the company’s servers, he tapped on it, logged in, and found his favorite profile.
A small smile crossed his lips as he read the bio for the hundredth time. Even now, it still managed to get his cock twitching in his slacks.
Dynamight ✪
💥💥 New content DAILY!! New videos every FRIDAY!! 💥💥
Trans prince🔥🔥Squirt king 💦💦💦 Tightest boypussy on this ENTIRE SITE!! 🔥🔥
I'm a spunky little spitfire who LOVES when daddy takes control ⛓️⛓️ I LOVE older men and I dream of being some silver fox’s sugar baby one day 💋 But I won't give all this up for just anyone—think you're good enough for this pussy?? Ha! I bet you’re not!!
😈 Send me a message if you dare 😈
He’d stumbled upon Dynamight one night at the end of a lengthy porn rabbit-hole, at first drawn in by the novelty of his pussy and soon after entranced by his cocky, demeaning attitude. It’d stirred up some of his old Dom inclinations, reminding him of the kind of fun he hadn’t had since before his ill-advised marriage. He’d signed up for the boy’s paid fan profile that night, and since then had jerked off to Dynamight for more collective hours than he’d prefer to admit.
The boy kept his face blurred out, which was disappointing, as Enji desperately wanted to know what he looked like. But he made up for it by flaunting the rest of his body shamelessly, from his tight-looking holes to the pale hair around his fat little dick to the massive tattoo that accentuated the strong lines of his back.
One night Enji had been watching his newest video when he noticed a little green dot next to Dynamight’s profile, indicating that he was online. Enji had been wanting to try messaging him since he’d first signed up—it was one of the perks of the paid subscription, after all—but he’d been too embarrassed to try, not wanting to show his hand as a needy, divorced dad who’s experiences with men could be counted on only one hand.
But that night, emboldened by the stiffness in his cock and that little green dot, he'd pushed away his insecurities and sent his first message.
Endeavor465: Hey sexy ;)
He got a response back quicker than he'd expected.
Dynamight: gonna have to try harder than that
Enji’s heart began to pound. This person was real. Dynamight, whoever he was, was talking to him and wanted him to try harder—he'd even dished out some of his trademark sass! Grinning like he was talking with a grade school crush, Enji had typed out another message.
Endeavor465: Hmm, how about this: I’m rock hard after watching that video you just posted, and my cock desperately wants to know what your tight little boy pussy would feel like wrapped around it …
Dynamight responded a few moments later.
Dynamight: well, fuck. now thats a little more enticing ;)
They’d carried on with their friendly, flirty banter late into the night, until Dynamight had sent him a photo of his pants pulled down to show the enticing lips of his cunt, the words bet u wanna come inside me, huh? underneath it, and Enji had spilled all over his stomach.
Since then they’d developed a little routine of messaging back and forth—not quite daily, but close to it. Sometimes it was just a quick, You looked so good in that new video, baby from Enji and a teasing emoji back from Dynamight, but other nights they talked dirty for hours, getting each other off with vivid fantasies that were only made hotter by the limitations of text. Their latest back and forth had been kicked off by a video Dynamight had posted of him jerking off in the stall of a public bathroom, one foot up on the sink as he got himself off. Enji had chatted with him until 3 am, much too late for a work night, though any regret he’d harbored the next morning had vanished once he’d read back their messages, grinning to himself at all they’d gotten up to.
These days his life consisted almost solely of his daily work routine and his every other weekend allotment with his kids. Admittedly, that was of his own design, but this playful back and forth with a horny stranger on the internet had added a much-needed dose of fun into his everyday grind.
He scrolled down Dynamight’s feed, noticing that a new photo had been posted this morning. Giving another quick glance around his office to make sure no one was looking over his shoulder, he opened the post.
Ugh, had to wake up early for work :/ the caption read. at least i got some nice morning wood for ya. The photo showed him from the waist down, his shirt rucked up and boxers shoved down, showing off the thick, swollen member between his thighs. He never referred to it as his clit, always calling it his dick or cock, so Enji had adjusted his language accordingly. Dynamight made it clear that he had no qualms about blocking people if they used words he didn't like or made any attempt to feminize him. But Enji had found it pretty easy to adapt—he was attracted to Dynamight's masculinity at the end of the day, and his dick didn’t really look like any clit he'd ever seen anyway.
He took in the newest photo of it, all fat and long and delicious looking. How badly he wanted to take it into his mouth.
He liked the photo, then scrolled up to their chat box, hovering his finger over the icon. It would be risky to start up a conversation—he knew how hot they usually got, and he wasn’t looking to get a boner at work—but on the other hand, he didn't know how he was going to get through this day without at least a little distraction.
He opened their thread, mulling over what to say for a few moments before typing it out.
Endeavor465: That sweet little cock of yours sure is a pretty sight. But who’s making such a sexy boy like you get up so early? If you were mine, you wouldn’t have to work at all—I’d have you on your back all day long, my perfect little cocksleeve.
He smirked to himself and pressed send, then put his phone down and turned back to his computer. He sent a few more emails and read through a couple more contracts before he allowed himself to check for a reply.
Nothing yet. Something in Enji deflated a little—Dynamight was usually pretty quick to respond. Oh well. He put his phone away again and vowed to give the boy a little more time. But after checking twice more that hour, he figured Dynamight was otherwise occupied and let it go until lunch.
At noon he ventured down to the first floor lounge, finding it just as dead as the rest of the building. He purchased his lunch from the café, set it down in a private seat with a beautiful view of the city, then pulled out his phone.
A notification hovered at the top of the screen.
> 1 new message from Dynamight
His heart beat a little faster, and he opened it eagerly.
Dynamight: fuck daddy, id love that
Enji’s cock twitched in his pants. He loved it when Dynamight called him Daddy. It’d taken a while for him to earn it, too—Dynamight said he didn’t give that away to just anyone who sent him dirty messages. Enji had decided to believe him.
Endeavor465: Are you busy right now, baby? We can chat later if you’d prefer. You know how much I love it when you touch yourself to my words.
He resigned himself to having to wait a while for another response, but his phone pinged again only a moment later.
Dynamight: ughh wish i could chat rn but damn work has me busy :///
Endeavor465: Me too, baby. Let’s talk later. Even though you know I love seeing your messages at work ;)
Dynamight: haha cant wait 😈
Enji smiled to himself, then put his phone into the pocket of his slacks, noticing the slight outline of his bulge showing through the fabric.
Maybe it hadn't been the best day to wear gray. He shrugged it off, digging into his food. If anyone looked at him close enough to notice, well … lucky them.
💥💥💥
When Enji’s excruciatingly long day was finally over—apparently overtime meant even more hours than a regular work day—he trudged onto his train, exhausted from dealing with incompetent subordinates and endless ineffective meetings all day. The promise of a sexy chat with Dynamight later on made him feel a little better, though it’d have to wait until after he’d put the kids down and thoroughly compensated the sitter.
He rubbed his temple, mentally calculating how much he should reasonably pay him—Enji had hijacked his entire Saturday, after all. Last minute, too, which he couldn’t be more grateful for.
The babysitter’s name was Bakugo Katsuki, and with his skull t-shirts and rampant overuse of curse words he wouldn’t have been Enji’s first choice to hand his kids over to, but when he was asking around for recommendations, Bakugo’s name kept coming up. And Enji was glad he’d taken a chance on him—he wasn’t the let’s-do-crafts-and-play-dress-up kind of sitter, but he was a great cook, got the kids to bed on time, and didn’t just stick an iPad in their hands. He was a bit strict, but Enji actually preferred it that way, and regardless the twins loved him. It’d all worked out rather wonderfully.
Bakugo was in grad school, just doing babysitting as a side gig—one of many, as far as Enji could tell. He’d shown up every day Enji had called him over, which might’ve said more about him being a workaholic than about his schedule being open. He seemed to be constantly on the go, always either coming from one gig or headed to another. A man after Enji’s own heart; maybe that was why they got along so well.
Enji loathed every time he had to use him, feeling like a shitty father whenever his work schedule got in the way of the little time he was responsible for his own children, but Bakugo’s competence helped to soothe the wound a bit. That in mind, he supposed he could up his tip by a few more bills. Just this time.
By the time he finally made back to his sprawling home it was late; he walked in the front door and found the hallway dark. He made his way towards the wing where his children stayed, finding that a light was still on in the kitchen.
He walked up to the doorway, seeing Bakugo packing away leftovers from the meal he’d cooked up for the twins’ dinner. Whatever it had been, it smelled amazing.
The boy looked up and nodded at Enji in greeting. “Twins are in the den,” he said, snapping closed the lids of the food containers. He stacked a few of them on top of each other, kicked open the fridge, and shoved them inside. “They finished their homework early so they got a movie as a treat. I can stay and put them to bed if you want—there's still some stuff I gotta clean up here anyway.”
Enji scrubbed a hand over his face. “Uh yeah, that’d be great. Thank you. Tell them I’ll come by later to say goodnight.”
“No problem,” Bakugo said, flashing him a charming smile.
Enji’s stomach did a little flip. He gave Bakugo a curt nod and turned away before he could do something stupid, like blush.
Bakugo was … well, he was cute. Enji could admit it. He tried not to let his eyes linger on him too much lest he be unprofessional, but it was tough not to, what with his tight, lithe little body. He was short in a way that had Enji's size-difference kink acting up, but also strong, like somehow he fit gym time into his already packed schedule.
Sometimes, he thought he caught Bakugo glancing at him with the same wandering eyes. If there weren’t such a conflict of interest Enji would have already asked him out. Sure they had an age gap, but he thought they might be able to have some fun together anyway. Maybe when the twins were old enough to not need his services anymore, he'd try his luck.
Enji started the long trek over to the other side of his massive house, stopping by his office to dump his briefcase on the desk. Surely he’d be afforded at least one day free from business-related calls—but just to be sure, he powered off his work phone. If his bosses were mad come Monday, he’d claim technological failure. He’d done his fair share of seven-day work weeks in his twenties climbing the corporate ladder, and he wasn't about to go back to them now.
When he finally made it to his room he tossed his personal phone onto the bed and unbuttoned his work shirt, feeling much overdue for a hot shower. He was flicking on the lights of the bathroom when he heard his phone buzz over on the bed; he frowned, then trotted back over to check the notification.
> 1 new message from Dynamight
The blood in his body quickly began to pump south. He sat down on the bed, opened up their chat box, and read the new message eagerly.
Dynamight: u home from work yet?? I got a free minute rn and im hornyyyy
Enji’s hand drifted down to rub at his cock through his slacks. He still had a little while before he’d have to go and say goodnight to the twins. He could start his chat with Dynamight a bit early.
Endeavor465: Just got back, baby. Been dreaming about your sweet little cunt all day. That pretty cock … mmm. I’d love to just shove my face between those thighs and suck you off until you came all over me.
His phone buzzed with a series of replies almost instantly.
Dynamight: fuuuuck daddy, id let you
Dynamight: i know you love it when i squirt. ha, id fucking drennnnch you
Dynamight: shit, im getting wet rn just thinking about it
Damn—Enji did love it when Dynamight squirted. He was so good at it too, gushing as he tortured his dick with a vibrating wand, or letting out little bursts every time he thrust his favorite dildos into his cunt.
Endeavor465: That’s it, baby, touch yourself for Daddy. I’m stroking my cock for you right now …
Dynamight: shit, im still at work but youre gonna make me leak thru my pants
Dynamight: fuck are u getting hard? can I see ur cock???
Enji hesitated at the request—he didn't like to share sensitive photos of himself online too often. After all, he didn’t know who Dynamight really was, and he wasn't fond of the idea that he might be creating his own blackmail.
Dynamight: please, daddy??
Enji shook his head, laughing at himself as he reached down to undo the button of his pants. Dynamight always knew just how to get what he wanted.
He shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock. He wasn’t exactly hard, but he’d chubbed up a bit at Dynamight’s dirty words, and he'd always been more of a show-er than a grower anyway—he’d look impressive enough for a photo. After double checking that there weren’t any logos or personal effects in the background, he snapped a pic, liking the way his length looked in the frame.
He uploaded it into their chat, and a response came back in record time.
Dynamight: holy shit
Dynamight: HOLY SHIT
Dynamight: goddamn your cock’s so BIG, I love it so muchh
Dynamight: thats not even as big as it gets tho is it?
Enji smirked, giving his length another tug.
Endeavor465: Not even close …
Dynamight: thank you daddy thank you
Dynamight: gonna jerk off to that so hard when I get home tonight
Dynamight: jesus christ i want that thing to breed me so bad
Dynamight: fucking hell that shits crazy
Endeavor465: Tsk tsk. My baby’s got such a dirty mouth ;)
Dynamight: wish you could stick that fucking monster in it and make it even dirtier 😛
Enji laughed as he put his phone down. He couldn’t afford to get truly hard, at least not before the sitter went home and he had some time for himself. Plus, as fun as it was to give Dynamight blue balls in public, he preferred it when he had the little slut’s full attention—and it sounded like that was going to have to wait until later as well.
He kept his shower quick, determined not to touch himself no matter how tempting the urge. One of the benefits of being in his forties was that after a youth of being a notorious quick shot, he’d finally learned the virtues of edging. When he was done, he toweled himself off and put on some clean clothes, then made his way over to the other side of his house.
He stopped by the twins’ room to find them already in bed. He asked them about their day with Bakugo, told them how sorry he was that he’d missed it, then kissed their little sleepy faces and said goodnight.
Once he'd turned off their light, he headed back to the kitchen to find Bakugo still there, this time loading up the dishwasher with a towel slung over his shoulder.
He looked up as Enji came in, giving him a wry smile. “Long day at work, huh?”
Enji swallowed. Was he just imagining the flirtatious energy between the two of them? “Uh, yes. An unexpectedly long day that I’m very glad to be done with.” He leaned against the doorway. “I can’t thank you enough for being available on such short notice.”
Bakugo shrugged. “Sure thing. This school shit ain’t cheap, and I love staying busy, so I’ll take all the work I can get. Plus, your kids are always so well behaved, I actually look forward to coming over here.”
He looked back at Enji and winked.
Enji's stomach filled with butterflies. “I … um, I appreciate it.”
Bakugo turned and bent down to pop a cleaning pod into the dishwasher. As he did so, his shirt rode up in the back, revealing the bottom of what looked to be a large tattoo.
Huh. He didn't know Bakugo had any tattoos. Enji let himself look a little longer.
The bold oranges and yellows of bright flames stood out in high contrast against his pale skin. Smoking tendrils of what looked like an explosion swirled around the small of his back, spreading out before dipping seductively down into his waistband.
It looked good. It looked sexy.
It looked …
It looked familiar.
Enji blinked. It was familiar. He’d seen that tattoo before.
Many times.
Many, many times—
“There ya go, boss man,” Bakugo said, standing up and slamming the dishwasher closed. He turned it on, then leaned against the stove, wiping his hands off on the towel. “Think we’re settled for tonight?”
Enji just stared at him blankly.
It—it couldn’t be.
Could it?
The provocative placement of the tattoo; the way it hugged the curves of his body; the snarling tiger’s face he knew rested in the center of his back all wreathed in flames—
That was ... that was Dynamight’s tattoo.
Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “Uh … Todoroki-san? You good?”
It had to be a coincidence. It had to be.
And yet, some part of him was already wondering why he hadn’t put the pieces together sooner.
Bakugo Katsuki was ... Dynamight?
Dynamight was Bakugo Katsuki?
Enji shook his head, making a split second decision. “Sorry, I was just … I just realized that I left I wallet in my room. How about you come with me, and I can give you your compensation there?”
Bakugo looked surprised—Enji had never invited him to his personal quarters before. After a moment, he said, “Uh, sure, yeah. Sounds good.”
Enji nodded and started down the hall, Bakugo following right behind him.
Dynamight following right behind him ... It couldn’t be, right?
What was more likely: that some random 20-something had the same tattoo (and relative proportions, and hair color, and tone of voice …) as a moderately popular camboy, or that the only camboy Enji had a personal sexting relationship with was his twins’ babysitter?
Enji rubbed the side of his face. He hadn’t been lying when he said he’d forgotten his wallet, but he’d asked Bakugo to come with him mostly so that they'd have a private place to have this delicate conversation. He didn’t want even the remote possibility of being overheard when he brought this up—because he had to bring it up. Now. Or else it would eat away at him until he went crazy.
Not that he was looking forward to having this talk, or the inevitable fallout that it would cause. Would Bakugo not want to come by anymore, once he found out that Enji knew about his … after school activities? He supposed that was his right. Enji would be sad to loose a good babysitter, but he would find another.
His dirty messages with “Dynamight” would probably have to come to an end, though. It’d be too weird to keep up the act. It’d be crossing a privacy line, and Enji didn’t want to make Bakugo feel unsafe.
And really, would Bakugo even want to say those dirty things to him anymore, once he learned that “Endeavor” was just a lonely, divorced, middle-aged workaholic? Bakugo was too young to have any use for him other than an easy couple bucks a month.
If that’s how it had to be, that’s how it had to be. It’d been a good run, while it’d lasted.
He held open the door to his room for Bakugo, trying not to look him in the eye. Once he'd closed it he went to his closet and scooped up his work pants from the floor. He fished around in the pockets for his wallet, his mind still reeling from the revelation.
Honestly, he felt a little stupid for not figuring it out earlier. The voice, the hair, the toned muscles, the excessive use of profanity—they were all a match. Of course, Enji was usually focused on something else when he watched Dynamight’s videos.
Enji frowned as suddenly he realized ... this meant Bakugo was trans. Somehow that had never come up. Not that the realization really changed how he saw the boy, but it was a bit of a surprise. After a moment he supposed that there probably just hadn't been a reason for Bakugo to reveal something so personal, and Enji could understand that.
Immediately, unhelpfully, his mind supplied an image of the beautiful cunt he now knew was tucked between those delicious thighs ...
He set his jaw, banishing the thought. No, no—this wasn’t going to be some porno where he fucked the babysitter. He was determined to keep this professional and not cross any undue boundaries. For all the times Bakugo had saved his ass, he deserved at least that much.
Grabbing his wallet, he stepped back into the room to find Bakugo sitting on his bed, leaning back on his hands as he looked around Enji’s room.
He turned to Enji and grinned. “Nice place.”
Enji swallowed.
Dynamight was on his bed.
Didn’t even ask permission, a devilish voice murmured inside his head. Little brat could use a good straightening out.
Enji cleared his throat. “Oh, yes. Thank you.” He pulled out the cash he’d set aside in his wallet and thrust it towards Bakugo. “Thought I’d give you a little extra today. For all the hard work you put in. I really appreciate you being available last-minute on a weekend.”
Bakugo took the bills, counted them, then slipped them into his back pocket, not showing any reaction to the fact that Enji had just paid him nearly double his already exorbitant rate.
He was good, Enji would give him that.
He smiled pleasantly, then stood up. “Well, I do love making you happy. Am I good to head out or ..."
“Actually, there was something else I wanted to discuss.”
Bakugo sat back down. “Oh, yeah?”
Enji crossed his arms. How was he going to say this? “I, well … I saw your tattoo. Just now.”
When he didn’t immediately continue, Bakugo frowned. “And? You got a problem with it?”
“No—no. There's no problem. It’s just that, well, I saw it. And ..." He winced. “Now I know.”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “Is this like, some kinda morals thing? Cuz I’m not part of a gang, I swear. It’s just some art I liked. 'S not like it’s impacting my work or anything.”
“No, no, I know. It’s not that. It doesn’t have to do with your work at all, actually—well, not your work with me, at least. For me.” God, he sounded like he was Bakugo’s dad trying to give him the Talk. “I’m talking about your other job, Bakugo.”
Bakugo looked even more confused than before. “You mean the pet sitting?”
How many jobs did this boy have? “No. No.” Enji sighed, realizing that he was just going to have to come out and say it. “I’m talking about Dynamight, Bakugo.”
The name hung in the air between them. For a moment Bakugo just looked at him blankly.
Then his eyes went wide.
Fuck. Not just a coincidence, then.
Dynamight was here, under his roof, in his room.
On his bed.
Before Bakugo could apologize or deny it or react at all defensively, Enji opened his mouth. “And I just want to say, it’s all fine with me—I’m not judging you for what you do when you’re not in my employment. It doesn’t make me think of you any differently: I trust you to be a responsible, respectful caretaker with my children, able to keep things where they belong. This isn’t about that. For what it's worth, I actually appreciate the dedication you’ve shown to my family these past couple months, now that I know you’ve been juggling a lot of different, um, avenues of employment.”
He shifted on his feet, annoyed at how he was starting to sound. “I just—once I put it together I realized I had to tell you that I knew. And I'll respect any decision you make regarding your future employment with me. You have my word that none of the things we discuss here will leave this room, I promise.”
When he dared to look back at Bakugo’s face, he saw it contorted with a strange expression. After an excruciatingly long moment, a grin began to cross his face.
He raised an eyebrow in Enji’s direction. “You a fan?”
Enji blanched. “I’m ... I'm sorry?”
Bakugo’s smug smile only grew. “I don't have any free videos showing my tattoo for exactly this reason. So let me ask again, Todoroki-san—are you a fan?”
Enji’s skin prickled, suddenly feeling like he was the one being exposed. “Well, I don’t think it’s appropriate to get into the specifics—”
“Tch. Fine, I'll guess.” Bakugo rubbed at his chin. “Jiminbutt? No … WetDaddy55?” He glanced at Enji’s crotch. “Nah, I’ve seen his cock and it’s small. I bet you’re big, aren’t ya?”
Enji’s face flamed. “B-Bakugo, let’s just talk about this before—”
“Hey—it doesn’t bother me if you know. When I put that shit online I knew the risks. I like being watched, and it pays well at this point, so it’s worth it." Bakugo shrugged. "And if you promise to keep it a secret, I’m even fine with staying. It’s really not that weird to me.”
He leaned back, his mouth curling with a shit-eating grin. “But now that I know you watch—now that I know you pay to watch—I’m gonna keep guessing ‘till I figure it out.”
Enji rubbed the crease between his brows. This … was not going to plan. At least Bakugo wasn’t mortified; quite the opposite, it seemed. “I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Why not? You embarrassed?”
“It’s just not appropriate.”
“I’m twenty three. It’s not illegal.”
“I—I know, but I’m kind of your employer here, and—”
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Todoroki-san.”
Enji’s retort died in his throat, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. "You ... really?”
Bakugo snorted. “ ‘Course. You’re built like a fucking brick shithouse, you’re loaded, you’re successful—don’t think I didn’t notice how much you just tipped me.” He winked, then looked over Enji’s body appreciatively. “If you wanna do this, I’m down.”
Enji found himself at a loss for words. Bakugo wanted him? Blood began to rush towards his cock without his consent. He knew this wasn’t a good idea, and yet—
“Are you ShadowRiver?” Bakugo continued. “Or maybe … xXsad_dadXx? Shit, I hope you’re not sad dad. He’s kinda fucking annoying.”
“Bakugo, please,” Enji began, stepping closer.
“Oh!” Bakugo snapped his fingers. “You’re noxiousgape, aren’t you? Oh, I see it now. Shame, though,” he said, grinning. “He always comes too fast.”
Enji looked down at him, close enough now that he was towering over the boy on his bed. His cock was filling fast, pressing against the tight denim of his pants, right in front of Bakugo’s grinning face.
“You really don’t know who I am?” Enji said quietly.
Bakugo bit his bottom lip, spreading his legs a little wider on Enji’s bed. “What, am I supposed to recognize you or something, old man?”
Before Enji could stop himself he was reaching down, grabbing Bakugo’s chin and tilting it towards himself. The boy’s eyes gleamed with desire as Enji leaned down, their faces only inches away.
“I’m Endeavor,” he said.
Bakugo’s cocky smile faltered. “Whoa—wait. Really?”
Enji’s momentary confidence vanished at the reaction. He let go of Bakugo’s chin, suddenly feeling foolish. “Um, yes,” he said, backing away.
But Bakugo didn’t say, oh, well never mind then. He didn’t pull away, didn’t sneer in disgust. Instead, he just furrowed his brows. “So, wait. You’re saying, just now … I was texting you?”
Enji swallowed. “... Yes.”
“And you were—”
Enji nodded.
“Damn.” Bakugo shook his head, then began to laugh. “Damn.The world is fucking small sometimes, you know that?”
His gaze flicked down to the bulge in Enji’s pants. “I know you’re not gonna believe me, but Endeavor’s always been my favorite fan.”
… Oh.
Enji’s cock grew a bit bigger in his jeans. A day or two ago he would’ve assumed that was something Dynamight said to all the guys who messaged him, a line he'd drop in the hopes that he'd be rewarded with an extra generous tip at his next livestream.
But this wasn’t really Dynamight … it was Bakugo. Here in Enji's room, without an audience. Maybe it was foolish, but Enji wanted to believe that he was telling the truth.
“So,” Bakugo started, leaning forward until his lips were dangerously close to Enji’s bulge. “Am I finally gonna get to see that gorgeous fucking cock in person or what?”
Enji hesitated. They shouldn’t … right?
Right?
Bakugo’s breath ghosted over the growing impression of Enji’s cock in his pants. He looked up, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Please, Daddy?” he said.
Fuck.
Fuck it.
Bakugo had him in the palm of his hand—who would Enji be to refuse him?
In a low voice, he replied, “If you’re good."
Bakugo’s lips curled into a sinful smirk. “What if I don’t feel like being good?”
Enji reached out and took a hold of Bakugo’s hair. “Then I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”
Bakugo let out a groan that went straight to Enji’s cock.
Enji leaned down until his lips just barely brushed Bakugo’s ear. “I trust you to tell me if we're going too far, okay?” If they were going to do this, they were going to do it the right way.
Bakugo gave a little nod. “If I call you Todoroki, I'm tapping out. Otherwise you're Daddy.”
Enji smiled. “Sounds good to me.” He let go of the boy’s hair, then stood back up and crossed his arms. His cock had just about doubled in size since they’d started talking, and he squared his hips, thrusting his bulge in front of Bakugo’s face. “Well? You gonna take it out or what?”
Bakugo rolled his eyes, immediately taking on Dynamight's classic bratty posturing. "So bossy,” he said, reaching out his hand.
Enji caught it. “Don’t whine. I wanna hear you say thank you, Daddy.”
Bakugo tugged at his wrist; when Enji didn’t let him go, he pouted. After a moment, he mumbled, “Thank you, Daddy."
Enji smirked. “Good boy.” He let go and watched with no small amount of satisfaction as Bakugo’s hands immediately went to undo the button on his pants and yank down his zipper. He hadn’t seen someone so eager to suck him off like that in a long time, and he had to stop himself from helping Bakugo get his cock out, not wanting to spoil his Dom Daddy persona.
Bakugo didn’t need much help though, shimmying down Enji’s pants and underwear until his shaft flopped out right into his face. Bakugo swallowed, just staring at it for a moment.
“Whoa,” he muttered, uncharacteristically reverent.
Enji smirked. For all his insecurities about his divorcee desperation and aging appeal, he hadn’t been worried about his cock. He had yet to find someone who was disappointed in it.
Bakugo pulled it free of the confines of his pants, then balanced it against the palm of his hand, admiring it from all angles. It hung heavy in front of him, with its characteristic left curve and the little drop of precum that had gathered at the tip. When Bakugo finally wrapped his fingers around it Enji did his best not to jump.
Bakugo swallowed visibly. “I want that inside me.”
“You’re gonna have to suck me off first,” Enji replied, petting Bakugo’s hair back and resting his hand at the base of his neck. “I’ve been listening to you suck cock for months without being able to see your face. How about you show me just how good you really are, hm?”
Bakugo snorted. “Oh I’ll fucking show you, old man. You sure you’ll be able to last?”
Enji squeezed his neck in warning, and Bakugo whined. “F-fine—guess we’ll just have to wait and see, Daddy.”
Then he leaned forward, opened his lips, and placed Enji’s tip inside his soft, supple mouth.
Enji’s grip around Bakugo’s neck tightened. “There you go,” he muttered as Bakugo wrapped his plush lips around the shaft. “Just like that …”
Bakugo teased the slit with his tongue, then drew back, grinned up at him, and wrapped both of his hands around Enji’s base. “Hold on tight,” he said.
Enji was all too aware of Bakugo's veiled threat in regards to his stamina as he proceeded to truly suck him off. The sensation of his hot mouth, wet and soft, drawing in his length was incredible. Bakugo tongued the head with little licks, massaged his base with wonderful swirls of his hands, and gagged him at the back of his throat. When Enji was able to look down at him without immediately busting, he was rewarded with the sight of the boy attempting to deepthroat him, his lips stretched wide around Enji’s girth, spit dripping from his chin.
Enji moaned into the quiet room. “What a good boy.”
Bakugo was sloppy and enthusiastic and practiced—it was maybe the best head he’d ever gotten. He supposed he shouldn’t have been so surprised, what with the boy being a professional and all; he seemed to know his way around a cock expertly despite not having one of his own. Enji’s hand moved up to rest on the back of his head, not leading, just enjoying being so thoroughly serviced as he grunted out encouragements to the boy underneath him.
Eventually, though, he felt the urge to take some of the reins back. He began guiding himself deeper down Bakugo’s throat—slowly, gradually, seeing how much he could actually fit inside. When Bakugo nuzzled his head forward and the tip of Enji’s cock slipped into the snug tightness of his throat, he let out a guttural sound.
“Fuck, boy. Just like that. You're taking it so good.” He gripped Bakugo’s hair and bobbed him up and down, relishing in the little gagging sounds he made around his length. “Can you take the whole thing?”
Bakugo pulled off, saliva dripping from his wicked smile. “Tch, course.” He shuffled the position of his knees before diving back down, his hands splayed across Enji’s thighs to ground himself as his throat relaxed enough for Enji’s cock to slide down even deeper than before.
Enji groaned again, the wet clasp around his length lewd enough to drive him insane. Bakugo’s eyes unfocused; he took another inch, then another. When his nose brushed against Enji’s pubes Enji chuckled, petting Bakugo’s head.
“Now there's a good boy.” He thrust in a little to make him choke on it, to feel how the slick suction fluttered around his length. Bakugo lasted only a few moments like that before he pulled back, gasping for breath as Enji’s cock bobbed in front of him.
“Fuuuuckk,” Bakugo moaned, reaching up to stroke his spit up and down Enji’s shaft. He leaned back in and kissed the tip. “You don’t fucking know how long I’ve wanted to do that. Been jerking off to the pictures you’ve sent me of this cock for months.” He ran his lips over the underside, working his way down until he was licking and sucking at Enji’s balls.
Enji’s pulse pounded in his head. He'd ... well, he'd always assumed that Dynamight had been jerking off when they'd chatted, but to hear that he’d touched himself when they hadn't even been talking—
His fingers curled in Bakugo’s hair; he shoved the boy's face even deeper into his crotch, letting his familiar Dom role take over. “Suck on Daddy’s balls, baby. That’s it—mmm.” He faltered as Bakugo followed his orders immediately, sucking one of his low-hanging balls into his mouth and rolling it around on his tongue, giving it a good massage before moving on to the other. “You’re—you're making Daddy feel so good, baby.”
Bakugo moaned into his sac. When Enji tugged him off, Bakugo kissed and licked up the underside of his shaft, sucking the head back into his mouth and bobbing up and down on it, looking up at Enji like he wanted his Daddy’s approval. Wanted to know he was doing good.
Enji pet his hair again and smiled down at him. So much for the little brat he liked to pretend he was. “Such an obedient little boy, doing just what I say. So good for me.” Bakugo blinked up at him, his eyes already starting to look hazy. “You ready to follow more of Daddy's orders?”
Bakugo nodded, his head bobbing on Enji’s cock. “Good slut," Enji said. "Take me down again—all the way.”
Bakugo obeyed eagerly, almost choking himself with how quickly he shoved Enji’s thick meat down his throat. When Enji felt his balls tap against Bakugo’s chin he let out a pleased groan. “Theeere you go.” God, he hadn’t had someone do this to him in forever. He thrust in, just a little, holding Bakugo’s head firmly in place when he choked. “Stay put, boy. You can take it. I’ve seen you take dildos bigger than this, come on.”
When he finally released his grip Bakugo pulled back with a sputter, coughing and panting and looking up at Enji with bleary eyes.
“Again,” Enji ordered.
Bakugo did as he was told, sliding Enji back down his slick, wet throat and holding himself there, eyes rolling back as he buried himself in Enji’s pubes. Enji’s hand fisted in his hair, something to remind him that he wasn't done until Enji said so.
When Bakugo instinctively began to pull away, Enji shoved him back down hard. The boy's nails dug into Enji’s thighs, but that seemed par for the course rather than a sign of serious distress. He held Bakugo’s head steady as the boy tried his best to relax his fluttering throat, being so good even while Enji knew he was running out of air.
“Just a little bit longer,” he purred.
Only when Bakugo started to seriously gag did Enji take pity on him and yank him off, still gripping him by the hair as he sputtered and wheezed and gasped for breath.
God, he was gorgeous like this. Enji couldn't help but bend down to his level, pet his damp cheek, and kiss him the way he'd been wanting to for months.
Bakugo whined a sweet, needy sound and melted into Enji’s touch. His lips parted beautifully when Enji’s tongue made to push between them. Everything about Bakugo like this was soft and wet and perfect—Enji couldn’t get enough of it. All thoughts of making him deepthroat his cock a couple more times vanished as he scooped the boy up under his arms and threw him onto the bed, following him with his mouth greedily, unwilling to be parted from his good little boy for very long.
Bakugo made a grateful noise as they came together again, clutching Enji’s shoulders and moaning into their kisses. Enji devoured him, fisting a hand in his hair and holding him in place, eager to dominate his slutty little playmate. He was getting unbearably hard from the way Bakugo was yielding for him—especially because he knew that Dynamight didn’t yield for just anyone. He drank in each one of his little gasps, smothered every moan with his lips, and in return Bakugo wrapped his legs around Enji’s waist and sucked on his tongue and begged him for more.
Maybe Endeavor really had been his favorite fan. Maybe he’d been dreaming about this as long as Enji had.
“Need, need you inside me!” Bakugo moaned between Enji’s kisses. “Fucking—fucking shit!”
Enji paused, his chest heaving as he tried to clear his head enough to be responsible about all of this. “Condoms, in—in the bathroom …”
Bakugo rolled his still-clothed hips against Enji’s throbbing cock. “Don’t need 'em,” he moaned.
Enji laughed, breathless as he was. “I’m not looking to have any more kids, Bakugo.”
Bakugo fixed him with an annoyed look. “I’m saying I’m on birth control,” he hissed, “and I’m clean, so if you are too, I’d really like to get that load you've been promising me for months, Daddy.”
Enji stilled, every thought in his mind quieted as Bakugo’s offer echoed around his head. He … he wanted Enji to hit it raw?
Only in his wildest fantasies had he thought something like that would be on the table. And yet here Bakugo was, demanding it like a little brat.
He sat up, grabbed Bakugo’s arms, and pinned them by his sides, holding the boy firmly against the bed when he fought back playfully. “If you want it that bad ... oh baby. You're gonna get it.”
Enji panted, looking his fill up and down Bakugo’s wriggling form. So many late nights he’d spent jerking off to this sinuous body, dreaming of it being underneath him …
Though he still hadn’t seen that cunt in person yet. That had to be fixed.
Enji released Bakugo’s arms and traced his hands down his hips. “Let me see that pussy, baby,” he murmured, hooking his fingers in Bakugo's waistband and sliding down his pants and boxers.
Strong thighs and a coarse mound of pale hair framed a flushed, dripping pussy and the fattest little cock Enji had ever seen. His mouth watered at the way it jutted out above his lips, swollen and begging to be licked. He wanted—needed to suck it, but the painful throbbing of his cock told him that that would have to wait.
“Spread yourself for me,” Enji growled, one hand going down to squeeze the base of his cock. He was leaking precum profusely now, and he spread it around his length while Bakugo reached a hand down to his cunt and parted his folds. His hole pulsed between them: red, flushed, and clenching with the obvious need for something inside of it.
“Please,” Bakugo breathed, eyes flicking between Enji’s burning gaze and the cock he was slowly stroking. His thighs fell open wider. “Please, Daddy. Fuck.”
Enji was shaking, his cock pulsing in his hand, harder than he’d been in years. He wished he could tease Bakugo longer, draw it out until he was really, truly begging to get fucked into oblivion, but his control was wearing thin, and if he didn’t get inside Bakugo in the next ten seconds he thought he might just self-ignite.
He shuffled closer, one hand resting on Bakugo’s taut abs while the other brushed the head of his cock against his folds. That contact was mind-melting on its own, the way their fluids mixed and smeared, the way the tiny head of Bakugo’s cock bumped against his much bigger one, dwarfed as Enji rubbed them together.
“You ready to take me, baby?” he asked. “Take me all the way inside that tight little boy pussy, then beg your Daddy for more?”
Bakugo whined high in his throat, his head thudding against the mattress. “Y-yeah …”
Enji smacked a hand down on Bakugo’s pussy, spanking his cock hard. Bakugo yelped, his thighs spasming as he fought to keep them open.
“Yes, Daddy,” Enji instructed.
Bakugo swallowed. “Yes … y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” The time for teasing was over. Enji needed him now.
He lined up his cockhead with Bakugo’s twitching hole and pushed himself inside, a guttural moan immediately ripping from his throat.
Bakugo—Dynamight—was everything he’d ever dreamed he’d be. Better, even. Silky and dripping as he welcomed Enji’s cock inside, burning hot around his length and tight—ridiculously tight. It was as if Bakugo had never taken dick before in his life, even though Enji had personally witnessed him bouncing on dildos thicker than his arm and he was on birth control like sleeping around every weekend was nothing new.
Bakugo slapped a hand on Enji’s thigh and his nails dug in hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! S-so big, Daddy! Fuckin ... shit—”
Daddy, not Todoroki. So he could still take some more.
Enji's thighs began to shake as he slid in deeper, making room for himself inside Bakugo’s much smaller body. His desire to dominate scintillated under his skin; he grabbed a hold of Bakugo’s wrists and shoved in to the root.
Bakugo’s hands flexed in his grip, and he looked up at Enji from under his eyelashes as Enji's cock pulsed inside him. “Fuuuckk yeah, fuck me just like that. Jesus Christ—”
Bakugo's head lolled back as Enji pulled out and thrust in, again and again, his pulse pounding in his ears. It was like heaven; Enji had never fucked a tighter or wetter hole. The way Bakugo was shaking and moaning in his grip just added to it all, and Enji couldn't help but fuck him harder, his pace picking up outside of his control. He yanked Bakugo's wrists up and lifted his torso off the bed, each thrust shaking his whole body.
“Gonna—gonna squirt ..." Bakugo gasped.
Enji moaned, his head spinning with excitement. He could feel Bakugo's pussy getting wetter. “Yeah? Gonna squirt for your Daddy?"
“Y-yes, Daddy. Gonna, gonna—”
Enji pounded him even harder. “Let it out baby. I got you.”
When Enji felt it starting he tore himself out of Bakugo’s pussy and dropped him back onto the bed; as he hit the mattress Bakugo cried out, his release squirting out everywhere. It sprayed out onto the bed, onto the floor, drenched Enji’s thighs and the rock hard cock bobbing between them.
Enji could hardly breathe. In all of his years, he’d never seen that in person.
“Holy shit.” Bakugo cracked an eye open, looking completely fucked out as he panted for breath. “Again,” he whined, his cunt twitching. “Make me squirt again, Daddy.”
Enji held Bakugo's thighs open and pushed his cock back in, easy as anything. Bakugo was dripping inside and out, each thrust now even sloppier, even messier, even sexier than before. “Yeah?" he grunted, his hips pistoning hard. "You gonna squirt again for your Daddy?”
“Y-yeahhh.” Bakugo fought to maintain eye contact as his body jolted with each of Enji’s thrusts, the perfect slut as Enji ravaged him. “Yes, Daddy. Gonna—againnnn—”
Enji yanked himself out and Bakugo's back arched off the bed, thighs bucking in Enji’s hold as he let out the longest, hardest stream Enji had ever seen. It just kept going and going, soaking his bed, spattering onto the floor. It was amazing. Enji was in awe.
When the stream finally cut off Enji all but fell to his knees, his rock hard cock a secondary priority to getting his mouth on Bakugo’s perfect pussy. His tongue plunged between his folds, eagerly lapping up his juices, and Bakugo’s thighs boxed his head in surprise. Enji yanked them back open, keeping him spread as he groaned and penetrated the boy’s twitching, red hole with his tongue, creamy with the blend of his copious precum and Bakugo’s own squirt.
Bakugo’s hands grabbed Enji’s head as he let out a series of guttural moans. Enji slurped down his wetness like it was sweet nectar, sucking each of his folds clean before moving up to the crown jewel—his fat, pulsing, straining little cock.
When he sucked it into his mouth Bakugo let out a cry, his hands fisting in Enji’s hair. “Sh-shit, Daddy—goddamn, fuck!”
Enji took him down until Bakugo's poor little swollen cock was completely enveloped by his lips. He sucked it hard, chuckling when Bakugo yanked on his hair in retaliation. He swirled his tongue around the tiny head as Bakugo’s moans echoed around the room, thinking that he might just drown here and be perfectly okay with it.
“Gonna—gonna squirt again … ooohhh fuuuckk—”
Enji groaned with want, mouthing over Bakugo’s cock even harder to encourage this incoming miracle. A moment later Bakugo's thighs shook, his hips bucking up against Enji's tongue—and then he squirted, right into Enji’s open mouth.
Enji latched on hard, his fingers digging into Bakugo’s thighs as he experienced an erotic high topping any he’d ever known. He kept his mouth glued to Bakugo, drinking up the pure, sweet taste of his pussy until the boy went limp on the bed, twitching and whimpering and tugging at Enji’s hair.
“Fuck, Daddy, k-keep going,” Bakugo whined. “I'm close. Wanna ... wanna come.”
Enji gave the cute little cock in his mouth one last suck, memorizing the shape of it with his tongue before pulling back.
"So bossy," he murmured, standing up.
Bakugo followed him with his eyes, his chest flushed and heaving, red dashed across his pale cheeks. “Hey, w-wait—”
“Open those legs, baby,” Enji growled, stroking his cock as his eyes roamed Bakugo’s body. "Daddy wants to come inside you now.”
Bakugo’s eyes went wide; he nodded, his complaints gone. He grabbed the backs of his legs and spread them wide, bearing his pretty little holes for Enji’s viewing pleasure.
“Fuckin’ … use me,” he breathed. “Wanna ... wanna be your little fucktoy.”
Enji didn’t need more invitation than that. He crawled on top of Bakugo, covering him with his body, kissing him deep as his cock pulsed in its search for his hole. Rutting for a moment against wet, sticky thighs, he finally found that pliant spot and drove inside, his tongue halfway down Bakugo’s throat and his dick harder than it’d been in over a decade, maybe two. Maybe his whole life.
He swallowed Bakugo’s moans and grabbed the backs of his legs, spreading them wide as he thrust in. He rolled his weight forward until he’d pinned Bakugo’s thighs down with his own, until the boy beneath him was in the perfect position to be pounded, to be filled, to be used.
To be his good little fucktoy, as he’d so eloquently put it.
He fisted Bakugo’s hair in both of his hands, holding the boy securely in place as he started up a ruthless pace down into his pussy. Bakugo’s eyes rolled back in his head, his fingernails scraping down Enji’s thick arms.
On the internet they were calling this position a mating press, and by god did he want to breed this boy.
The desire struck him hard in the gut. Even if he knew it wouldn’t take, just the idea of it was a heady thing, making him box Bakugo against the mattress and pound down into him even harder.
He wanted to nut deep inside his perfect slut without any barriers; wanted to give this bratty sub his fat load; wanted to fuck it in deep then lean back and watch it drip out from between his legs—
He’d wanted to come inside this pussy since he’d first laid eyes on it, and now he was finally going to get to.
He leaned down to Bakugo’s ear. “Gonna cream this pussy, baby," he groaned. "I know how bad you want it. You’ve been practically begging for it in our little chats." Enji growled deep in his throat; fuck, this fantasy had him in a chokehold. "Endeavor’s gonna put a fat load in this sweet pussy. All you have to do is come for me one more time.”
“I … I … oh, fuck—”
Enji thrust one of his hands down between their bodies to rub at Bakugo’s little cock. They were both soaking wet, Bakugo not even squirting proper anymore but still gushing every time Enji bucked into him. His fingers circled Bakugo’s cock and Bakugo squirmed and whined and let out hoarse little moans, unable to get away from the stimulation.
“Come on, baby,” Enji snarled. “Don't you want Daddy to breed you?”
Bakugo actually sobbed. “Yes!”
Enji chuckled, squaring his hips and using the spring of the mattress to bounce Bakugo back onto his cock even harder. “Then I know you can do it. Daddy just needs to feel this tight slutty cunt come around his cock one more time before you've earned his load.”
Enji didn't let up on the circles he was making over Bakugo’s swollen little cock, unsure of his technique but fairly certain he was doing something right by the way Bakugo was coming apart underneath him. His balls were so tight, the effort of holding off his release for this long an erotic torture of its own. Bakugo’s pussy was just too good, the way it clenched around him all slick and wet and hot, creaming over with the combination of both of their fluids.
He nipped the boy’s earlobe. “Come for me, Bakugo.”
Bakugo’s back arched off the bed, his chest bucking into Enji’s. “Da-Daddy … yeaa—yessss—” His whole body seized up, clenching around Enji’s cock so tight he saw stars.
“Good boy, there you go. So good for your Daddy.” He grabbed the back of Bakugo’s head, pulled him into a rough kiss, and shoved in to the root, as deep as he could possibly get inside his perfect begging slut.
Then, finally, he let himself go.
His head snapped back as he bellowed into the room, louder than he could control, pumping a massive load into the perfect pussy sucking on his cock. Bakugo was still twitching around him, his moans harmonizing with Enji’s, his legs shaking from orgasm. Enji gripped the boy’s ankles to keep him still, keep him pinned to the bed, keep him spread wide for Enji's pleasure as he continued to spill inside him.
“Feel—feel that, boy?” he growled. “Feel yourself being filled?”
Bakugo nodded weakly, letting out little faltering noises, too gone to answer him properly.
What a perfect sub.
For a few long moments Enji just panted for breath, letting his balls fully unload as he delighted in the perfect creamy hug of Bakugo’s cunt around his cock. But eventually the temptation of getting to see the most satisfying creampie of his life grew to be too much, and he slowly pulled himself back.
His cock popped out of Bakugo’s still-pulsing pussy with a satisfying squelch; he lifted Bakugo’s legs and brought them together, giving himself the perfect view of the cum that began to drip out of his hole moments later. He reached down and stroked his softening cock, rapt as he watched several huge globs push out from Bakugo’s slit, even more perfect than he'd imagined in his fantasies.
He couldn’t help but trace his fingers through the boy’s folds and push some of his seed back inside; Bakugo let out a little moan, and Enji’s spent cock kicked.
The moment lingered, both of them catching their breaths as they came down from their lust-fueled fever dream. Enji’s brain was swimming with dopamine, his body on a hormonal high the likes of which he hadn’t experienced in years. He collapsed onto the bed, and Bakugo sighed and closed his eyes next to him.
The room was pleasantly quiet for a while until Bakugo broke the silence. “Holy shit.”
That about summed it up.
Enji turned his head to take in Bakugo’s state. He looked stupidly satisfied, so Enji figured he could stop worrying about the potential inappropriateness of whatever it was they’d just done. Good thing, too—that'd been some of the best sex he’d had in his life, and he wasn't currently in a mood to feel very sorry about it.
After a long moment Bakugo sat up, still looking a bit woozy as he scrubbed a hand across his face. He grabbed for the shorts Enji had tossed to the side and rummaged in its pockets; when he pulled out his phone, the glow painted his face blue. “Shit, it’s fucking late ... I should probably head home.”
Enji blinked at him lazily. “You can stay,” he heard himself say.
Bakugo raised an eyebrow. Enji cleared his throat, his head still cloudy from his massive orgasm. “It is late—too late to go home. You should stay. To make it easier for you.”
“Easier for me?" Bakugo snorted. "Yeah right. You just want to hit it again in the morning.”
Enji smiled. He played a finger over Bakugo’s hip. “So what if I do?”
Bakugo held his gaze for a few moments, and then he laughed. “Fine. Don’t think I can fucking walk right now anyway,” he said, flopping down onto the bed, his head by Enji's.
Enji grinned. “Good.”
“Your fault, bastard.” Bakugo poked his face. "What are you gonna tell the twins when I show up for breakfast?”
Enji reached over and wrapped an arm around Bakugo's waist. "I’ll tell them that Daddy and Katsuki had a sleepover. Because we’re such good friends.”
“Dirty old man.”
“Heh. You like it.”
“So what if I do?” Bakugo said. He winked at Enji, and Enji’s cock jumped.
He groaned, pulling the boy in against his chest, fighting off Bakugo's playful kicks as he laughed.
Miracle upon miracle, he felt himself getting hard again—the first time that had happened since he was Bakugo’s age.
Maybe ... maybe round two wouldn’t have to wait until morning after all.
💥