Fuck.
Eijirou sleeping over Bakugou's house, waking up to grab some water in the kitchen and running into Masaru.

Masaru tells him to sit next to him on the couch, touches his thigh as he asks how school is going. Squeezes it as he tells Eijirou he's such a good boy.

It's not hard to get young boys to do what he wants. Especially boys like Eijirou.

Masaru could tell he was a blooming sub, a boy eager to please.

Eijirou was all lean muscle, with soft skin and a baby face. A temptation he couldn't resist.

The boy's got some self esteem issues, and he's betting there's some daddy issues in there too.

Boys like this were just too sweet to resist.

"You're such a good boy. Such a sweetheart to my son."

His fingers drift over Eijirou's groin, dragging over the fabric there.

He drinks in the boy's gasp, loves the way his lips part. The way he looks at Masaru, eyes fluttering between him and the floor.

A good little sub.

He smiles at Eijirou and asks him to keep him company as he watches the news.

And sweet little Ei can't say no. He nods his head, averts his eyes again.

Masaru watches him nervously lick his lips and he thrums with the knowledge that that mouth will be on his cock.

Eijirou yawns, and Masaru takes that as his cue. He wraps an arm around his shoulder and pulls him in close.

He tenses, "Mr. Bakugo?"

"It's okay, Kirishima, you can rest your head on my shoulder."

He smiles at the boy and Eijirou gives him a strained smile in return.

When Eijirou rests his head on his shoulder, Masaru can smell his freshly showered scent.

He feels his cock swell at the thought of touching Eijirou. Reducing him into a mess of lust and shame. Introducing him to the pleasures of adulthood.

And Eijirou was such a good boy with just enough insecurities that Masaru knows he wouldn't tell a soul.

He drags his fingers against the inside of Eijirou's thigh, slides them up the inner seam, almost touching his groin, and back down.

He hears the boy's breath catch every time he gets close, every time Masaru's thumb brushes against his crotch.

"Hm, looks like the weather will be nice tomorrow." Masaru comments, his eyes never leaving the television as his fingers rub against Eijirou's middle seam.

"Maybe we should go to the waterpark. What do you think?"

"Mister Bakugo...I-"

"Are you tired, Kirishima? You can lay down."

"I'll just go back to bed."

"But you'll wake Katsuki up if you go back now. Can't have that, he's grumpy when he wakes."

"But, there's no room-"

"Just rest your head on my lap. "

The heavy weight of Masaru's arm wrapped around his shoulder doesn't let up until Eijirou reluctantly shimmies his legs down the couch.

He looks up at Masaru with nervous eyes and Masaru smiles down at him.

"Go ahead, Kirishima. I just want you to be comfortable."

Eijirou gulps, nestling his head on Masaru's thigh, when the man starts to pet at his hair, his fingers rubbing at his scalp.

"You're such a good boy."

Masaru feels his cock swell at the sight. This boy was so easy to control, to take advantage of. An obvious sub boy that lives off being praised.

And his soft face was so close to his groin . That pretty mouth of his that Masaru wanted nothing more than to sink his cock in.

His fingers drift over to stroke against Eijirou's cheek.

"Hope you dont mind me saying it but..You're very handsome."

And Eijirou's cheeks turn a light red from the compliment.

His pretty eyelashes fluttering, as he tilts his head down, burying his face in Masaru's thigh.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Kirishima?" Masaru asks, running his thick fingers through Eijirou's red locks.

There's a long pause and the only thing filling the silence is the faint noise of the weather report on TV.

"Hmm?"

But Eijirou doesn't verbally answer. Instead, he shakes his head, face still pressed into Masaru's thigh.

If only Eijirou would turn his head and look at Masaru's crotch. He would notice the large bulge in his pants, cock hard and thick.

"oh. A boyfriend then ?" Masaru hints, a warm, inviting tone to his voice.

He continues to rake his fingers through Eijirou's hair, dragging his nails softly against his scalp. Waits patiently for the young boy to answer.

Seconds tick by and Masaru can see how Eijirou's shoulders have tensed up moreso than they already were.

"You can tell me. I won't tell anyone, I promise. " Masaru reassures, spreading his thighs everso slightly to accommodate for his growing erection.

But Eijirou still refuses to answer, is too shy or embtarassed or nervous, Masaru doesn't know.

He smiles and leans down, hunches over Eijirou a little and whispers by his ear. " Is it Katsuki?"

The boy jerks up and out of grasp. "N-no! Why would you think that?" He exclaims, a blush high on his cheeks and oh does Masaru like that look.

Masaru chuckles at his response before putting a finger to his lips.

"Shh, you don't want Katsuki to hear, do you?"

Eijirou worries his bottom lip with his teeth and Masaru can't help but let his eyes linger there.

He watches as Eijirou looks timidly at the hallway where Katsuki's room is.

"So you aren't dating anyone at all?" Masaru hums, "that's hard to believe, Kirishima. "

"Huh?" Eijirou tilts his head, confused. Like a cute innocent puppy, masaru muses.

"With the way you look? I can't believe that. "

" Oh, " Eijirou laughs, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. A blush creeping up his cheeks at the compliment.

"Thanks, dude! - er, I mean, Bakugousan." Eijirou sputters.

" It's alright, Kirishima." Masaru reassures, places a hand on the kid's shoulder. He keeps his hand there, heavy and lingering.

"Tell me, how often do you work out?"

This seems to be a topic the boy is very interested in. He starts to babble on about his work out regimen and what he eats in a day.

Nothing Masaru really cares about. But he pretends to listen as his eyes take in the young boy's looks.

His soft skin and round eyes. His pouty lips and pretty lashes. No wonder his son keeps him around. He could bet money on the fact that Katsuki probably has a crush on this one.

Not like that green haired boy. Masaru had been tempted to indulge himself in the timid, freckled boy but was disappointed when Katsuki announced he was a crybaby.

He wouldn't have been able to go very far with him, unfortunately, so he had lost interest.

But this boy - this boy had Masaru thrumming with excitement. Dumb enough, prideful enough, and just submissive enough for Masaru to indulge without getting into trouble.

Masaru can't hide the smile from seeing Eijirou relax into the conversation.

The boy lets his guard down as he continues to explain his gym routine. Lets Masaru trail his fingers down his shoulder, his back, his waist. Enough for Masaru to casually wrap his arm around Eijirou's waist. Fingers tightening and pressing into the boy's hips.

"Youre such a hard worker , Kirishima. " Masaru praises, "such a good boy, keeping your body healthy. "

There's that blush again.

Masaru tugs him closer.

"I'm just trying to get strong so I can be a good hero. " Eijirou says, shifting in his seat.

" Mmm. "

Masaru hums, slipping his fingers under the teen's shirt. His thumb rubs circles into Eijirou's hip and his cock is throbbing and erect and Masaru is surprised the boy hasn't noticed the obvious tent in his pants yet.

"Have you dated anyone before ?"

"Um.." Eijirou blinks, and there's a pout forming on his face, "no..not really."

Masaru promises himself that this is the one he will indulge in fully.

No more refraining himself to just subtle gropes and dirty whispers.

"a young, healthy boy like yourself ? That's surprising. "

" I dont think it's that surprising .." Eijirou is pouting again, his shoulders tense. Masaru doesn't know if it's from the topic at hand or from his fingers pressing up against the boy's side.

"Hmm...Katsuki dated someone in middle school. You know Midoriya, right?"

Masaru knows he hit the bulls eye with that remark.

Of course Katsuki didn't date the freckled boy, but putting that thought in Eijirou's head?

Checkmate.

The redhead's expression morphs from surprise into confusion, and then from confusion into hurt.

And Masaru drinks it all in. He fakes an innocent smile as he asks, "is everything okay, Kirishima?"

The boy blinks at him, obviously trying to process the information.

Doesn't even question if what Masaru said was true because why would he lie.

Looks like little Eijirou does have a crush on his son after all.

"oh - yeah, sorry, man, it's a lot to take in- s-orry I meant Bakugousan"

Masaru pulls Eijirou close, throwing off Eijirou's balance, yanking him halfway into his lap.

" It's okay, you can just call me Masaru. "

Eijirou scrambles to push himself off of Masaru's lap but freezes when he presses against the man's crotch.

"B-Bakugousan-" Eijirou whispers, frozen still as his round eyes blink down at Masaru's clothed erection .

"Ma-sa-ru. " he whispers back, a gentle smile on his face.

He uses the boy’s current shocked state to grab his wrist and lead his hand to his crotch. He presses Eijirou’s hand against his erection, moans at the feeling of pressure against his thick cock.

Eijirou tries to jerk his hand away, tries to jerk back to add distance between them, but Masaru keeps his grip strong around the boy’s wrist.

“Don’t be scared,” Masaru coos, using his free hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind Eijirou’s ear.

“You’re just so perfect, Kirishima. This is what you do to me. " he whispers out, spreading his thighs more, the prominent tent in his pants hard to ignore. "I don't understand how Katsuki wouldn’t want you.”

Eijirou’s brows scrunch at the comment, obviously hurt.

“Are you a virgin, Kirishima?”

Eijirou gulps, the column of his throat constricting and Masaru wants to have his cock in there. Wants to sink as deep as he can, wrapped in the sinful heat of a young teen. Wants to indulge so badly.

Masaru waits patiently, the same soft smile on his face as he watches Eijirou try and process the situation. His cute eyebrows scrunched up, a tremble to his lips and a frown on his face. It was cute when young, dumb boys think too hard.

“Kirishima?”

“Yes-” the teen croaks out, a tremble to his voice as he shifts his weight.

“Lay your head down again, Kirishima.”

“N...No”

“Dont be scared.” Masaru reassures, finally letting go of Eijirou's wrist.

“Whah? I’m not scared- This is... weird!”

“Is it?” Masaru asks, his hand unzipping his pants. He does the action deliberately slow, let’s Eijirou’s eyes look down at the action and away and back down. The sound of his zipper loud throughout the tense atmosphere.

Eijirou seems to be holding his breath, his ruby eyes wide in shock- or fear- Masaru doesn’t quite know.

But he watches the boy’s face the entire time, drinks in his expression and his boyish looks as he pulls his cock out. Thick, long and a dark red at the tip.