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There’s a few things on the planet that Katsuki (Dynamight) Bakugou cares about more than all others…His own damn self, money, a tight hole and a good cup of coffee. It’s three o’clock in the morning and he just got done robbing the bank vault downtown and has blasted away with a healthy stack of bills stashed in his oversized camping backpack. He’s overdue for a cup of coffee…so sue him, he’s earned it. He stuffs his costume into his backpack and ducks into the bar crowd all meandering their way home for the night. He blends perfectly as just another tourist taking in the night life. He eagerly searches the signs looking for anywhere with blessed nectar of life. The only ones lit up this late are bars and pleasure lounges. He growls in frustration. He just wants one cup and then he’s home for a few days to wait out the heat.

He’s about one hair trigger away from exploding the block when he spots the lit up waving cat in a window next to a little outline of a coffee cup on a quaint little hole in the wall building stashed slightly down a discreet alleyway. Thank fuckin’ Christ. He hustles his way over and crosses through the door with a light chime. Needless to say, he doesn’t expect a furry ginger creature to suddenly streak its way across the entryway, claw its way up his cargo pant leg, and right up into his bare arms. The creature snuggles in and proceeds to start hissing, but not at him. He just gawks at it in surprise. He then notices the sign on the counter in front of him: EraserMic’s Cat Cafe.

“Really, Dynamight?! I know you’re new around here, but this is just excessive! Stop ripping up the customer booths!” Katsuki’s gaze swings inward as a deep voice booms across a small lobby and a head of wild purple hair appears around the corner.

Katsuki is about to start yelling about how he just got here and he wouldn’t dream of ripping up furniture (He’s more likely to explode it instead), before garnet eyes catch on lilac irises of the most stunning man he’s ever seen. Tall (still shorter than Katsuki by about a foot) and lean, with pale milky skin that Katsuki would love to get up close and personal with…

“Oh hello, sorry about that. Dynamight is our newest edition and a little terrorist. Oddly, he doesn’t seem to like anyone…except you I guess.” The man shrugs mildly, “At least he has good taste…” His laugh is melodic and low. It scratches Katsuki’s brain. He wants to hear more of it and examine that flirting a bit. “Anyway, apparently Dynamight and I are being very rude tonight.  What can I get started for you?”

Katsuki looks down at the cat in his arms and smirks. Birds of a feather, buddy… He walks up to the counter with the cat still cradled in his arms, but keeping his eyes on the beautiful creature behind the counter. “You named the cat Dynamight?” It’s then that he notices how young the man in front of him is, at least ten years his junior with dark circles under his eyes. Probably a night owl and a college kid. Katsuki smiles low and predatory. The Kid is definitely in his early twenties, but still a ways behind Katsuki's 38.

“Yeah, he came in with the name,” the kid shrugs. “Kinda fitting though. So what’s your poison, stranger? 

“Depends, kid. Whatcha got? I’m partial to coffee, but open to other invigorating experiences,” Katsuki is not above a little flirting. He’d definitely be open to adding an unexpected bonus to his already successful night. Katsuki glances at the kid’s name tag…Hitoshi. Katsuki imagines it rolling off his tongue as he pounds inside that tight lean body. Katsuki has no shame when eyeing “Hitoshi” up and down. 

Hitoshi merely lifts an eyebrow at him. “I see that Dynamight isn’t the only feral one around here. Are you looking for recommendations?” 

Katsuki matches his stare and raises a brow in return, “Among other things, Hitoshi.”

A beautiful pink blush spreads up and over Hitoshi’s cheeks, all the way up to his ears. Katsuki can’t help but wonder if that blush spreads to other places. He wants…no…NEEDS…to find out. Hitoshi rubs his neck and Katsuki isn’t sure whether it’s a nervous gesture or a flustered one. Either way it’s endearing. His dick twitches in interest. The cat snuggles into the crook of his arms and starts to purr. Katsuki can’t help imagining this pretty young thing in front of him doing the same.

“Ummm well…I-I’d recommend our Caramel Macchiato. It seems really popular. I like to add a little extra zing to it though. I like things on the spicier side,” Hitoshi stutters a bit, like he isn’t used to direct attention and also very unaware of the signals he’s putting out. He has Katsuki’s undivided attention. God, wonder if he’s sweet and spicy just like the drink. Katsuki is willing to bet every stack in his backpack that he is.

Katsuki pulls out his wallet. “I’ll try it. I also like things a bit spicy. Name’s Katsuki, by the way…” Katsuki hands him a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and Hitoshi’s eyes widen a bit.

“Oh, ummm. Cool, let me just grab your change and I’ll get right on it. Have a seat anywhere you’d like.” The blush is back a bit as Katsuki brushes his fingers lightly over Hitoshi’s when he passes him the bill.

“Keep the change, Hitoshi. Make yourself a drink too and I’ll see you in a minute. I’m guessing the furball is comin’ with me. I promise to try to keep him outta trouble for you until then.” Katsuki winks and turns to find a table. Time to up the stakes and lay the trap.

Katsuki makes his way to a table just out of sight of the front door. The cafe is definitely larger than he gave it credit for from the outside. There’s about twelve small cafe booths scattered along the walls with a moderate play space in the center with multiple cat trees, toys and scratching posts where a half dozen cats laze about and chase each other throughout the cafe. Katsuki may be a hardened villain, but even he feels warm in his chest at the sight. He’s always had a thing for cats.

His bag makes a heavy thump as he sets it down under a booth as he sits. He strokes over the spine of the sleeping animal in his arms and leans back to sigh in absolute content. Yeah, it’s a good night. He closes his eyes.

“We’ve had Dynamight for about three months now, and I’ve never seen him do that. Usually he hides out at the top of the tallest tree tower and waits for everyone to leave and then torments the other cats,” Hitoshi mutters as he sets a beautiful layered drink down in front of Katsuki. Katsuki silently sends a prayer of gratitude to the espresso gods. “You are either a saint for taming him or a supervillain…I haven’t decided yet.”

Katsuki cracks an eyelid and  barks out a laugh. The kid was definitely on to something there. “The latter, kid. You gonna have a seat?” Katsuki notices that Hitoshi brought his own drink with him and he’s praying now to different gods that the pretty boy will stay and chat. 

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck nervously, “I’m really not supposed to.”

Katsuk smiles warmly ( time to reel him in) , “How often do you get customers this late?”

Hitoshi shrugs mildly, “Not very often. I rarely see anyone past 2am. You’re the first I’ve had all night. Apparently, everyone is downtown gawking at some villain event at the bank.”

Katsuki preens internally, “See…have a seat, Hitoshi. If anyone comes in. I’ll hear the door chime and you can be on your way, if you want.”

Hitoshi smiles and shocks Katsuki by sitting in the booth next to him instead of across from him like he had anticipated. Oh, this kid is also playing a game. Katsuki is getting the feeling that the ‘shy-boy’ act is exactly that…an act. Hmmm…

Katsuki can play cat-mouse games. In fact, he loves them and he also loves to win…He takes his arm and drapes it over the back of the booth behind the kid, reminiscent of a first date at the movie theater trope. “So, pretty boy, how long have you been working here?” Katsuki is taking a risk and he knows it, but high stakes equals big prizes, right?

There’s that beautiful blush again. “Bout a year. My dads own the place, but I work nights here while I go to school during the day,” Hitoshi states with a small smirk in place. Katsuki wonders briefly what inspired the mirth dancing in the kid’s eyes. Also, dads? Plural as in raised by a gay couple. The odds of him swinging Katsuki’s way just doubled.

“What are you studying?” Katsuki asks curiously. See…he can do small talk. Suck on that.

Hitoshi smiles, “Criminology and Analytics.” His response triggers some sort of nerves in Katsuki’s stomach, but he ignores it. 

“You got a quirk? Sounds like an off-shoot of heroics.” Katsuki can’t help but ask and watches Hitoshi’s reactions carefully. Fuck, he might have to bail if this kid recognizes him or is solid in the hero philosophy. Katsuki doesn’t fuck with heroes.

Hitoshi watches him right back. “Yeah, I’ve got a quirk, but it’s considered “villainous,” so I couldn’t get past the requirements to get into the heroics courses like I wanted. So I settled into studying the base sciences and analytics.” A dark shadow passes over Hitoshi’s features at the admission.

Katsuki can relate. “Kid, ‘villainous’ is a matter of perspective. Would you mind if I ask what your quirk is?” 

Hitoshi smirks bitterly at him. “It’s called Brainwash. If I activate it while someone responds to me verbally, I can take over their minds for a few minutes at a time. I can force them to do anything…say anything and they don’t remember afterwards. Still think it’s a matter of perspective?”

Katsuki reels with information. All of the applications of such a quirk are mind-boggling. “Hitoshi, that’s not villainous. That’s astounding.” Katsuki can’t help marveling. “You’re fucking amazing.” Fuck, no quirk is as cool as his, but the kid’s might come in close second. They could be an amazing team. The heroes are just sitting on this shit, letting it rot? What the fuck. A hero with Hitoshi’s capabilities could take down any villain if trained right…

While Katsuki is lost in his musing, Hitoshi is blushing bright red from the praise. 

“Hitoshi, the applications for your quirk are near limitless. I don’t know what the fuck they were thinking limiting you from the heroics course. You’d especially make an excellent underground hero,” Katsuki tells him seriously. Katsuki knows he’s fanboying a bit, but he heaps the praise on. It sounds like the kid got shafted, just like he did as a teen. Katsuki was shoved to the side and expelled from the hero course long ago for temperament problems. He looks back now and says ‘Fuck Them’, but he remembers how heartbreaking it had been at the time.

He boldly tucks a lock of wild bright purple hair behind Hitoshi’s ear in a gesture so unlike him…He’s feeling uncharacteristically soft tonight. “Fuck them, Kid. You’ve got potential.” Katsuki isn’t sure which one he wants more…to recruit the kid or fuck the kid. Fuck, he wants both.

Lilac eyes swing to meet his as the kid leans into the touch of Katsuki’s hands. “Sooooo, how long have you been a villain, Dynamight?”

Cold dread drops into Katsuki’s stomach and he lurches away and throws his palm up defensively, “How the fuck did you–” Katsuki’s mind goes blank. He’d been played.

*****

When Katsuki opens his eyes, the cafe is dark. He’s comfortably reclined in the booth and feels a heavy presence on top of him. He feels groggy and unsure of what’s going on. He attempts to reach out to help him sit up, but finds he can’t move his arms. “What the fuck?” He growls out.

“There you are,” a familiar voice coos out. “Sorry bout that. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t blast me before you got to know me.”

Katsuki scrambles to remember where he is. He remembers entering the cafe. Fuck, he was talking to the pretty boy with purple hair. “You knew who I was the moment I entered…” Katsuki mutters.

“Guilty as charged,” Hitoshi answers. Katsuki can’t see the kid’s face, but can feel the smile in the dark. Katsuki struggles against whatever is holding his arms, but can’t seem to move his arms. “Forgot to mention that my commands will linger after a person comes back to consciousness. It should wear off in a bit.”

Katsuki realizes that Hitoshi is seated over his hips. Either the kid was worried that he’d try to run, or he wants something else.  “So kid, wanna tell me what this is exactly? If you wanted my dick, all you had to do was say so, ya know…” Katsuki playfully thrusts his hips up into Hitoshi’s ass, his dick already hardening, now that the panic has subsided. If the kid was gonna turn him in, he woulda done it already.

Hitoshi gasps lightly and runs his fingertips up and over Katsuki’s abs under his black t-shirt. “I honestly didn’t think it would be this easy. I’ve been a fan for a long time, Dynamight. I mean…Katsuki. Out of all the places you could walk into after pulling the biggest heist of the year…and you walk into my cat cafe.”

Katsuki chuckles, “Well if I’d known that a beautiful talented boy was waiting for me, I would’ve been here a lot sooner.” He rolls his hips, fully hardened cock straining against his baggy cargo pants and grinding it against Hitoshi in promise. Fuck, the kid was a fan. Katsuki doesn’t have many of those and he’s definitely never met one in person. He knows there’s online forums and groups dedicated to villain fans, but he doesn’t go out of his way to look at them. The tingling in his fingers tells him that Hitoshi’s control is fading. Hmmm wonder if it’s cuz the kid is distracted. “One thing is bothering me…How’d you know it was me, Kid? I’m always careful about my mask and costume.”

Katsuki is finally able to move his arms and he grabs Hitoshi’s waist meanly and pulls himself up to lock their lips together aggressively before receiving the kid’s answer. He can’t wait anymore. He nips the boy’s bottom lip and a low moan pulls from Hitoshi’s throat. Katsuki grips his ass tightly, grinds their hard cocks together through pants, and licks into the open mouth welcoming him in like the neon sign out front. The kid is inexperienced, but Katsuki could give a shit less. He wants him and he wants him now. “I-I recognized your v-voice,” Hitoshi breaks away enough to say.

In between breaths, Katsuki lifts the hem of Hitoshi’s baggy hoodie and rips it off and over his head, causing purple locks to stick out wildly. Hitoshi continues, “W-when you’re looking at pictures all the time, you pick up a few hints like hair and eyes too.” Katsuki’s eyes have adjusted to the darkness in the cafe, and he likes the look of Hitoshi’s already debauched expression and his light stuttering. Straddling his lap, Hitoshi’s eyes are wide in the darkness and his lips are swollen. Katsuki can’t help but admire the kid in a black tank top with lean muscles and pure porcelain skin. The villain can’t stop himself from running his hands under the tank top over a thin waist, taut stomach and… hold on a damn minute… Eager thumbs pinch peaked nipples and Katsuki grins evilly. He abruptly yanks the tank top off to view his prizes.

Each dusky nipple is adorned with a silver bar running through and little sparkling purple gems on either side. Katsuki licks his lips and his eyes meet startled lilac irises, confusion evident. Katsuki leans forward and sucks one of the nipples into his mouth while thumbing the other. Little shivers race over the pale body under his hands. Katsuki wants to bite. Wants to lick. Wants to worship this beautiful boy. 

He’s always been a selfish lover in the past…a quick ‘wham bam, thank you man’ kinda guy, but Hitoshi is bringing out parts of him that make him want to take his time taking this man apart and putting him back together. Sharp teeth bite down his nipple, and Hitoshi moans long, deep, and loud. Katsuki swaps sides and shows the other side the same treatment while running his free hand up and over Hitoshi’s slender neck, not gripping, merely issuing a promise that he hopes Hitoshi accepts. People have always been afraid of his hands, have always shrunk away from him when he reaches vital body parts…but Hitoshi leans into the touch and almost ends the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight when he whimpers like it’s all he wants in the world. Katsuki grips the flesh tenderly and strokes upwards to pet over Hitoshi’s adam’s apple.

“Hitoshi, do you even know what you’ve been doing to me? Here I thought I was playing the long game to get you to come home with me…all while you put the Number One Villain on his back and decided to ride his dick through his pants knowing it could all backfire in your face. You got balls kid…I don’t know whether to be terrified, impressed or so turned on that I defile you all night long, baby,” Katsuki murmurs quietly while nipping his way up Hitoshi’s neck and softly stroking the other side. “You say you’re a fan. I don’t know what I did to deserve such worship…should I give you a few more reasons, pretty boy?” Katsuki’s tongue licks softly up the shell of Hitoshi’s ear and he watches as goosebumps break out like a wave across pale soft skin.

Hitoshi leans back a bit and looks Katsuki in the eye. His voice is low and unsure, “I don’t need any more reasons to want you. I already do…have for a long time. Never thought someone like you would even give someone like me a chance. It was just a pipe dream.” 

Katsuki smirks and licks up his jaw, “Yeah baby, did you jerk off in your pretty panties thinking of me? Did you finger yourself open thinking about my dick filling you up?” Katsuki grabs Hitoshi’s cock through his pants. Hitoshi groans and leans forward and into the touch. 

Hitoshi rolls his hips and his eyes water, he’s close to coming. Katsuki briefly wonders if the kid is a virgin. God that’d be fuckin hot. Katsuki’s never had a thing for virgins before, but the idea Hitoshi saving himself makes something hot and possessive roar in Katsuki’s guts. “Toshi, baby, are you about to come?” Katsuki growls and tightens his hand around Hitoshi. 

A whine through gritted teeth is heard, “Yes. Please, I’m so close.”

Katsuki smiles full of teeth, “Then cum, kid. Come in your pants for me so I can take them off and lick it off of you. C’mon, sweet boy, cum for me.” Katsuki kisses him full of tongue and teeth and Hitoshi grunts and shakes as he grinds into Katsuki’s palm. This kid lets out a gasp and goosebumps raise over his smooth skin. Suddenly, a wet spot makes its way to Katsuki’s palm through the kids jeans. Katsuki scoots with Hitoshi to the edge of the booth before lifting him into a carry and then lays the kid flat upon the rectangular booth table. Katsuki tears off the boy’s socks and shoes, then makes quick work of the skinny jeans and boxers, yanking them down in one go. 

Hitoshi does him the favor and rips the tank top over his head as well. Katsuki takes a moment to admire the pale expanse of flesh at his disposal. Fuck the kid is pretty all over. Not a single scar or blemish anywhere. “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin you kid.” Katsuki leans forward and braces his palms on the edge of the table as he pulls Hitoshi’s now soft cock into his mouth and wraps his tongue around it, tasting the bitter saltiness of the kid’s cum. Damn maybe the kid was gonna ruin him right back. He could get used to this. Having a pretty boy to dote on. 

He takes his thumb and gently runs his thumb gently over Hitoshi’s pink little entrance and the kid groans and pushes into the contact. “Yeah, Kid, you gonna take my cock right here?” He pushes the tip of his thumb in and to his surprise the kid is a little wet and loose. “Oh, what’s this Hitoshi…here I thought I was gonna have to work hard to prep you.”

Hitoshi shakes his head, “Please. I fingered myself before work watching your heist on the news.”

Katsuki grins wide. The kid was getting off watching him on the news. Fucking perfect. “Hitoshi, are you a virgin?”

A bright blush spreads all the way from the tips of the kid’s ears down his chest and past his pretty pierced nipples. Katsuki is delighted and has a feeling he already knows the kid’s response. He pulls his pants and boxers down far enough to show his dick and gauge Hitoshi’s reaction. The blush turns a brilliant shade of red. 

Hitoshi covers his face as if it would stop the embarrassing reaction. “Oh, is that so, Toshi? Is my sweet little boy gonna let me take his virginity? Hmmm?” Katsuki asks lowly while nuzzling the boy’s navel. Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

Hitoshi peaks through his fingers and makes direct eye contact. His pupils are blown out and he’s shivering a bit. “Yes, please,” he murmurs sweetly. If it weren’t for his stringent pride, Katsuki would be doing a little dance right now. He sucks Hitoshi’s cock back into his mouth and gives a hard suck to the member. It begins to stiffen back up. Katsuki continues to gently thumb around Toshi’s hole and massage it and relax it. Hitoshi groans below him. Katsuki grabs Hitoshi behind his knees and folds him in half to swipe his tongue over the inviting hole.

The whine above him indicates that he’s about to take another of Hitoshi’s firsts. He sucks and laps at his hole, prodding his tongue in to loosen the muscles further. He nudges a finger in next to his tongue, soaking it in the spit left behind before pushing it slowly into Hitoshi’s softened heat. “Fuck, Hitoshi, your ass just swallowed up my finger. You’re taking me so well, beautiful boy.” Katsuki spits over the hole again and begins working the finger in and out slowly. He knows Hitoshi can handle more since he’s still pretty loose from his earlier fun, but Katsuki enjoys the workup and expressions on Hitoshi’s face. He crooks the finger and searches for the spot he knows will make the kid scream. He presses and pulls, presses and pulls, just leisurely enjoying Hitoshi’s inhales until a grunt escapes the kid and his eyes widen. Katsuki presses the spot again and Hitoshi’s voice comes out in a warbled groan.

Katsuki slips another sucks on another finger and inserts it in next to the first and begins pushing them together into the same spot over and over. Hitoshi’s cries get louder. “Please I don’t wanna cum again if you’re not inside me. Please.” Hitoshi begs and tries to close his legs. Katsuki braces his other arm over Hitoshi’s legs, pinning them up over his head. Hmmm flexible. He sucks Hitoshi’s pink and flushed cock into his mouth and adds a third finger to drill into that sweet spot. Hitoshi’s cries echo in the empty space and Dynamight decides to brush around Katsuki’s legs while he’s pleasuring Hitoshi. Hitoshi’s body abruptly seizes and he screams out as he comes down Katsuki’s throat. Katsuki pulls off and licks his lips, petting over milky thighs. 

“Such a good boy, Toshi. Fuck, such a clever, talented and stunning boy.” Katsuki spits in his hand and coats his dick. Hitoshi’s eyes are half-lidded and his chest is rising and falling rapidly as he gasps in little breaths of the afterglow. He yanks Hitoshi by his thighs down to the edge of the table, keeping him folded in half and putting him at the perfect height for Katsuki’s dick to push into that tight hole. Katsuki pushes in slowly, making sure to give Hitoshi time to adjust. “Does it hurt, sweet boy?”

A low groan of pleasure is the only response Katsuki receives. So no pain then…good. He can really let loose. He shoves his cock deep in Hitoshi’s tight wet heat until he bottoms out. Hitoshi’s groan startles into a hiccup. “Fuck, so deep, Katsuki.” Katsuki can’t help the menacing smile that crawls onto his face as he begins to move in deep angled thrusts. He keeps them slow, but forceful as he leans over, bracketing his hands behind Hitoshi’s knees to seal their lips together and tangle his tongue with the kid’s. Hitoshi licks back eagerly and plants his hands in Katsuki’s mane of wild blonde hair. He tugs the locks with each thrust against his hole. Hitoshi’s dick is standing once again, digging into Katsuki’s nave and leaking wetness up to his stomach. 

“How’s it feel baby, having me deep in your guts? Is it everything you’d dreamed about?” Katsuki asks and leans back to see Hitoshi’s fucked out expression. 

“I-It’s better.” He stutters out and Katsuki shifts his angle again to thrust directly against Hitoshi’s prostate. His cries are loud and fill the cafe. 

“C’mon baby, you can cum one more time for me and then I’ll fill you up good and proper. Stuff you full of Dynamight cum for your first time, yeah?” Katsuki coos at him. Hitoshi nods frantically, too fucked dumb to use his words. Just the way Katsuki likes them…

Katsuki increases his speed and Hitoshi reaches down to hold his own legs while Katsuki grips the edge of the table with one hand and pushes down on Hitoshi’s stomach with the other. He can feel himself through the skin. That’s so fuckin hot. He feels his own orgasm creeping up on him, but he wants Toshi to come first, so he licks his palm and grabs onto the kid’s dick and strokes roughly. Toshi screams again and cums all over Katsuki’s palm and clenches down tight on Katsuki’s cock making it nearly impossible to move. It sets him off and he thrusts in as deep as he can and releases spurt after spurt into Hitoshi’s guts. Fuuuuuck. He collapses on top of Hitoshi and licks lazily into his mouth. Katsuki can say without a doubt that this was the best sex of his life.

“Let me guess, you’re gonna dip now and I’ll never see you again…”Hitoshi whispers hesitantly. Katsuki sighs deeply and leans up on his elbows to look down into that lilac gaze, which is currently looking vulnerable and unsure.

Katsuki brushes a strand of hair out of his eyes, and replies quietly. “That’s what I should do, Hitoshi.” The kid stiffens beneath him and Katsuki watches the metaphorical steel doors slam down in Hitoshi’s expression. Hmmm, interesting response. The kid is already protecting himself from getting hurt. But Katsuki has no intention of hurting him. If anything he wants to help him. “I said that’s what I ‘should’ do, baby, not what I’m ‘gonna’ do.” Katsuki corrects. He watches relief flood Hitoshi’s eyes. “What I’d like to do is offer you a job and a place by my side if you want it.” Katsuki leans down and kisses his cheek and searches for his expression.

“Really?” Hitoshi asks eagerly.

Katsuki looks at him, already beyond fond… “Yeah baby, I don’t say things I don’t mean.”