Echoes of the Multiverse

'No way, he actually went through with it?'

'You did give a pretty compelling argument as to why he should, why would he pass it up?'

'Yeah but I didn't think he was going to be serious about it!'

Kaminari and Sero's voices were hard to miss, especially with the two fucking idiots sitting near enough that he could almost smell the alcohol on the other blond's breath. It's pissing him off, not knowing what they're going on about, so he gives a slight hard shouldering to get Kaminari away from his side a bit, as well as get his attention.

"What the hell are you going on about now, idiot?" Katsuki snarls, adjusting the wolf-ears on his head, a shitty costume thrown together for this dumb party. Mina had gotten him the outfit, and while the collar felt a bit uncomfortable, he could manage to look like an idiot for a couple hours for the benefit of his friends.

Kaminari and Sero seem to glance at one another, before Kaminari grins and puts an arm over his shoulder, pointing towards--

'Kirishima's wearin' a pretty cute outfit tonight, isn't he, Kacchan?' Kaminari teased, though Katsuki paid no attention. No... his eyes were staring hard at Kirishima, bewilderment and... some other emotion in his gaze as his eyes run over the other. Short skirt, stockings, a red cape... He was red riding hood all right, but... Why the hell did his legs look good?

Katsuki decided to distance himself from the two idiots on the couch and he stands, instead making his way toward the punch bowl (which, at this point, tasted more like vodka than the actual punch made), and downs a solo cup.

Then a second.

If he was going to get through the night with Kirishima looking like that, he was going to need to make sure he didn't make an idiot of himself.

Except when he sees Mineta jokingly flip up the back of Kirishima's skirt and show off--

He chokes on his drink and has to stifle his coughing into his sleeve, face seeming to burn hotter than when the alcohol slid down his throat. The fucker was wearing panties like an idiot - did he not realize he could just wear his normal underwear underneath?

Fuck, the idiot was making it harder and harder to not have eyes for him, and with him showing up like this, Katsuki wasn't sure how much longer he could stay sane before he felt the need to pounce before any other fuckers tried to get into the other's pants.

Wait.... did he really want to get into his best friend's pants?

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For the next hour or so, Katsuki seems to make a point to somewhat *avoid* getting too close to Kirishima, but by this point the alcohol had made home in his blood, and he was getting more and more worked up, watching Kirishima laugh and mess around at the Halloween party they'd decided to throw in the commons of the dorms. Katsuki had wanted to just hide out in his room, but he's suddenly starting to think Kirishima did this... for him. It made sense. He was the wolf, and Kirishima was the innocent broad in red.

Well... not a broad, but.. if the shoe fits....

By the time the clock struck about eleven that night, well past Katsuki's normal bedtime, he makes his move.

Striding up to the redhead, he grabs him by the arm he was holding his stupid little prop basket with and pulls him down towards the elevators. He doesn't give any notice to anyone that they pass, eyes straight ahead as he all but *drags* the other. His finger jams the button, and for the couple of moments where the elevator takes a moment from wherever it was coming from, it's silent. He releases Kirishima's arm, and when the elevator doors open, he steps inside.

Turning, he gives a glance to Kirishima with a certain *hunger* in his gaze.

"Coming, Red?"

Seeing Kirishima's deer-in-the-headlights look would've been funny normally, cute, even, but as he reads the other's body language as the doors shut to the elevator, he could tell the other was thinking of something else. Before he could think to make a move, though, the other was speaking up and catching him off-guard for the second time that night.

He thought he was mad at him?

"Tch." Katsuki shook his head and turned, pushing Kirishima against the wall of the elevator, slotting himself between the man's thighs and looking up at him with a tilt of his head, grinning some. "You're a pretty big idiot." Leaning in, his lips ghost over the other's jawline, and he could only faintly smell alcohol on him - not that he was really checking, though. Instead, his lips trail to his ear as, while one hand keeps the other caged against the wall by pressing flat against it, the other reaches down to Kirishima's thigh.

"You really think I'd avoid you if I was pissed at you?" Katsuki can't help the airy chuckle as his hand slowly begins to slide up the soft satin of the stockings the other wore. "Pretty damn impressed you wore somethin' like this. Didn't think you'd resort to wearing something so damn...." What was the word he was trying to think of? He can't think of it now, but he's too focused on sucking a hickey beneath Kirishima's ear as his hand slides up the inside of his friend's thigh, up until the palm of his hand can slide against his groin.

"Kinda seems like you were begging for my attention..." Teeth nibble an earlobe. Yeah... he's far too eager to get his hands on Kirishima, it's evident in the way his hand palming the other, more than blatantly getting his point across that this was, in fact, not because he was mad at him.

Before he knows it, the elevator dings. Katsuki pauses, exhaling a soft breath.

"You got a choice, Red." Pulling back, he's got a shit-eating grin on his lips as he turns on his heel and heads out of the elevator, pressing the button to the ground floor. "Either come with me, or go back to the party." The little clip-on tail he had attached to his pants sways as he walks, and he can't help but glance over his shoulder to see just *what* the other might do, only stopping at his door. His heart was hammering wildly in his chest, and he didn't know if this would make or break their relationship.

Would they even be able to ignore this in the morning if Kirishima chose to go back?

Oh, feeling the man so hard beneath his palm was one hell of an ego boost. He couldn't help the way he squeezed at the length for the brief time they were close, he was for sure getting his mouth on him if things went well. And, upon pulling back, he realizes he, too, was hard as hell, but the baggy ripped jeans he wore easily hid it. Kirishima was hot as hell, and the costume was only the final nail in the coffin for him. Well... that mixed with the alcohol, it seems.

The bastard was eager, Katsuki could see it in his gaze as he hurried to catch up. He has to stifle the cackle of laughter that threatens to come up as he reaches his door, pulling his dorm key out when he felt the grip to his jacket, being yanked into a sudden kiss. He should've expected it after all. It made him tense up but his heart jump in his throat, a sense of dumb giddiness filling him like he was some stupid teenage girl kissing a boy for the first time (which was fucking ridiculous because he's kissed people before!). There's no stopping the way the alcoholic flush on his cheeks from darkening and spreading to his ears as the kiss breaks. Then Eijirou speaks, and he's blinking almost dumbly for a second, head spinning still from the kiss.

The words soon unscramble from his head and he laughs, dropping his head forward as he giggles stupidly (and a bit drunkenly) into Eijirou's shoulder, shaking his head.

"Fuck, you're so damn cute." He snickers, voice cracking up a bit between fits of laughter, soon lifting his head with a grin. "You look hot as hell in the fucking outfit, yeah, but I've loved your damn ass since you rescued mine from the league." Bringing his hands up, key in the door hanging, he wraps his arms around Eijirou's neck and pulls him into another kiss. It's deeper this time, with his tongue diving past lips and licking over sharp teeth. One hand reaches to grab the doorknob as he leans back against the door, opening it and pulling the bigger teen into the room.

He ends the kiss with a hard bite to Kirishima's lower lip as his hands move to grab the front of the other's costume, pulling him in further and shoving him to the floor. He straddles his hips, hands flat against the floor as he looks down at him. He's panting softly, and he feels so damn hot.

"I'm serious." Sitting up, he licks over his lips as he pulls the green trench coat off, tossing it aside. The ripped shirt comes off next, and he grins as he slides down off of Kirishima's legs. "About everything I said. The costume, you savin' my ass." He lowers down and lifts the skirt, blocking the man's view as he gets his own full view of the absolute sight between toned thighs. "I can't fuckin' believe you wore lingerie..." He snorts some, leaning in to drag his tongue against the thin fabric, along the length of Eijirou's cock. He's laying comfortably on the floor between Kirishima's legs, letting the skirt rest against his head as he starts to tease with licks and subtle little sucks through the panty fabric.

God, Kirishima was a nervous fucking mess right now, it was clear with how he was still trying to make sure things were okay instead of just enjoying it. It made him roll his eyes beneath the skirt, but when he asked if wearing the underwear wasn't okay, he licks over his lips and sits up, locking eyes with Kirishima.

"Does it look like I'm not okay with it?" Face flushed, eyes blown wide, the fake wolf ears on his head were askew from being beneath the skirt, and he doesn't really give them any mind as he pushes up the skirt until Kirishima is able to get a full view of him leaning down. He presses a warm kiss to the tip before his teeth gently take the fabric and he tugs the panties down. Eijirou's hard cock is freed from its fabric prison, and Katsuki might as well have fucking stars in his eyes at the sight. Holy shit.

Looking past the other's cock and to his face, he drops the fabric from his teeth and it snaps gently down against Kirishima's balls, leaving only his cock out for now.

"You've no idea how many fucking times I've had dirty thoughts about you." Leaning in, his warm, wet tongue presses flat against the base, sliding up until the head is resting against his tongue. His hand gently supports the base of the cock, squeezing with his index and thumb softly. "How many times I've thought about hopping over the balcony to surprise you with a wake-up." His breath exhales against the head before his lips wrap around it. Eyes falling shut, he pushes his head down, sucking gently. He's practically drooling by this point, so there's already some spit dribbling down his chin as he starts to bob his head along half the length for now, whilst his hand stroked and squeezed what couldn't yet fit in his mouth. His tongue? A constant presence as it licks and grinds against Kirishima's dick, pressing flat and only adding more stimulation.

He almost hated how much of an oral fixation he had.