Prince Todoroki has finally come of age, and Enji wants to make sure that when his son takes a bride, he knows how to do his damn job properly and produce an heir. So he hires a tutor to give his son some sex ed.

TodoBaku w/ power bottom Bakugou

Shouto is used to his father sticking his fingers into his life. For as long as he can remember, he's had an endless stream of tutors to teach him this skill or that, each attempting to mold him into the perfect picture of nobility. He thought that was over now that he's an adult

But then at a gala his father pulls him aside and introduces him to a man that distinctly does not look like he belongs in a royal ball. He's not quite haggard, more... rough. Like he's used to being kicked down and kicking back. He eyes Shouto, sizing him up.

"This man will make sure you don't embarrass me on your wedding night," Enji barks.

Shouto blinks slowly, confused. He isn't even engaged yet, and even if he was, he's not entirely sure what his father is referring to. He's already had tutors in dancing and public speaking.

Enji turns to the blond and growls, "I'll leave you to it. Try to be discrete."

He had failed to give the man's name, so Shouto is left staring at him and unsure what exactly he's supposed to do. The stranger throws back his head and downs the rest of his drink, throat bobbing.

"All right, you heard your pop," the man says, grabbing Shouto by the arm and hauling him towards the exit. "Let's go somewhere a little more private."

Shouto stumbles after him, too shocked that someone would dare lay a hand on him to say anything.

The man drags him out to the hallway, glancing around before hauling Shouto to an empty room.

"Your dad's a real piece of work, you know that?" he scoffs, pushing Shouto up against the wall. His hands are. On Shouto's waist. And very warm.

"What was your name again?" Shouto asks, bringing his arms up so he can push the man back marginally. Now that they're alone, he is feeling distinctly... uncomfortable.

"Doesn't matter," the blond replies. Then he drops to his knees and starts undoing Shouto's belt.

Shouto is too shocked to say anything. His brain is having trouble processing what's going on.

He. He isn't allowed to do this. His father had threatened to have him castrated if he ever "put it in anything."

"W-what exactly is your field of expertise?" he finally asks.

The man looks up at him, smirking.

"I'm a prostitute, dumbass," he says. "I'm here to show you how to fuck."

That answers several of Shouto's questions, especially concerning why the man is currently de-clothing him.

"W-wouldn't it be more instructional to use a woman?" Shouto asks. He is a competent future leader trained for stressful situations and crisis decision making but somehow this particular situation was never covered in his lessons.

"Eh, your daddy doesn't want to risk you 'diluting the bloodline,'" the man says with a shrug. Shouto can believe that. The idea of anyone else, anyone not of his CHOOSING, having claim to his blood infuriates Enji. He wouldn't risk a bastard heir, even for this.

Shouto watches in a mix of horror and fascination as the man shoves his pants down.

"Not bad," he says, nodding in approval at Shouto's dick. Rather than be complimented, Shouto is humiliated. He tries to cover himself with his hands.

"I will pass on this instruction," he says.

This makes the man scoff and look up at him.

"Oh, so when it comes time you're confident you can perform without making a fool of yourself? Because your daddy doesn't think so."

"It can't be that hard," Shouto snaps. "Plenty of idiots reproduce."

"Those idiots have some baseline social skills," Bakugou replies, rising so he can leer directly into Shouto's face. "Look, I'm just thinking of the poor girl you get saddled with. Do you even know what hole to stick it in?"

"Th-there can't be that many options to choose from."

However, the way the man looks at him, so condescending, makes Shouto bristle. To back down would be to show weakness, and... his sex education has been nonexistent. If he is honest with himself, he wouldn't mind a few... pointers.

"Okay," he acquiesces. "What do I do?"

"For now? Nothing. Sit back and let me get you ready."

The the man sinks to his knees again and OKAY. NO WARNING. He just takes Shouto's entire dick into his mouth, downing it like he's a sword-swallower in a cheap travelling minstrel group.

There's a response, involuntary, that has Shouto wanting to buck and gasp. He resists both urges. He's not about to give this man the victory.

After a minute, the man pulls off his dick, spittle strung between them like a banner.

"You know, it's kinda creepy for your partner if you don't make any noise," his instructor says, wiping his mouth. "Communicate about what feels good, even if it's just groans and shit."

"I... I would with a real partner-"

"Right now I AM a real partner," he cuts in.

"Then tell me your real name," Shouto counters. "Otherwise, um, I won't know... what to say."

His voice dwindles as he speaks, courage sputtering like a lantern low on oil.

The man barks in laughter, and Shouto feels hot.

"You want a name? Fine. You can call me Katsuki."

And then Katsuki tears into Shouto's cravat, clawing it off and getting Shouto out of his clothes. Shouto isn't really sure what to do, so he stands there awkwardly.

"You're being creepy again, just watching me," Katsuki says. "Don't be a pillow princess. Contribute."

"I- I don't know what to do," Shouto admits.

That's the worst part: his father might have been right. He really does need this instruction.

Again there's that smirk, but Katsuki doesn't mock him openly. Instead he takes Shouto's hands and positions them on his body.

"The best thing you can do is ask," Katsuki explains. "Every person is different, and I highly doubt you can read your OWN mind, let alone anyone else's."

Useful advice wrapped up in an insult. That seemed to be the man's modus operandi.

"If you're lucky, your partner will know what feels good on them. If you aren't, well, you get the arduous task of figuring that out. So," Katsuki purrs, "here's your practical application. Try it out on me. See if you can find out where I like to be touched."

Tentatively, Shouto runs his hands over his partner, smoothing it down the other man's back. It's... nice. In a way. If he can overlook Katsuki's personality. The man is not even the least bit intimidated by Shouto feeling him up.

Shouto wishes he had that confidence.

Katsuki hums and closes his eyes when Shouto reaches the back of his neck. Encouraged, Shouto drags his nails lightly across the surface.

"Good. Now undress me."

"Just... take your clothes off?"

"No. Make it sexy."

Shouto doesn't know what that means, but he tries.

He follows the man's earlier example, fumbling to get his clothes open.

"Come on, this is easy," Katsuki teases. "Think about how hard it is on a woman. You got the bodice, and the petticoat, and the garterbelt."

His words don't do much for Shouto's focus.

"Hey, wanna tip?" Katsuki asks. "It's a lot easier if you actually look at what you're doing."

Shouto realizes he has been averting his gaze, too embarrassed to look at the skin slowly being revealed underneath the clothing.

"It... feels rude to stare."

"It's rude NOT to stare," Katsuki corrects. "You're gonna make the other person feel ugly if you won't even look at them."

Shouto grumbles but does as he is asked, staring straight at Katsuki as he yanks the man's pants down. To his pleasure, the man is half-hard.

"Hah!" he says triumphantly. "I can't be doing that bad."

"You're doing okay," Katsuki admits. "Now comes the fun part. YOU get to prep me."

"For, uh-"

"For putting your dick in, yeah."

Shouto resists the urge to gulp.

Katsuki guides his hand back, over the rise and fall of his ass.

"This part is easier on a woman," he explained, "since they self-lubricate. Lucky for you I came prepared."

Shouto's fingers brush against something unexpectedly hard protruding from between his crack.

"W-what is that?" Shouto asks.

"It's called a plug. Remember, the difference between man and beast is man knows how to use tools."

With Katsuki's hand guiding him, he wiggles the plug up and down, and the prostitute makes no effort to hide his pleasure.

"Does it actually feel good?" Shouto asks. "To, you know, get something... shoved up there?"

"You curious?" Katsuki asks with a waggle of his eyebrows. Shouto opens his mouth to refute, but he can't... definitively deny it. He is, at the very least, curious.

"Sorry, but I don't think your daddy would appreciate me turning you into a butt-slut."

And then he cackles at how red Shouto turns, reveling in the man's discomfort.

"Don't worry, you can learn to run after you master walking," Katsuki assures him.

Then Katsuki reaches back and yanks the plug out. It makes a lewd sound that Shouto doesn't have works to describe, but it makes his gut twist.

"All right, time for the real show."

He takes Shouto's hands and pulls him down with him onto the floor.

It's an awkward position, and Shouto fumbles for a place to put his hands that won't crush his partner. Said partner lifts his legs and wraps them around Shouto's middle and that's a little better except now they're TOUCHING, Shouto's dick is rubbing up against something and-

"Breathe," Katsuki instructs, splaying his fingers across Shouto's chest. "Try to pick one point and focus on it, instead of getting overwhelmed."

Shouto does as he says, staring into Katsuki's eyes and letting his vision narrow. It is easier like that.

"Now try and think about something unsexy. Not, like, a complete mood kill, but a little distracting so that you don't blow it the second you're inside me."

"That seems counter intuitive."

"Trust me. I know your type."

Shouto is insulted, and he focuses on the anger.

He needs an embarrassing amount of coaching to line himself up properly, and maybe (just a little) he is glad for this instruction. He slips inside Katsuki with minimal resistance, the man already opened up and ready.

Katsuki was right. He is about to blow his load.

"Shit," he hisses.

"Hey, watch your fucking mouth, your highness," Katsuki says.

"Feels... weird."

Again his words fail him. He doesn't have anything to compare to this feeling inside him. It's like he's standing on the edge of a cliff the moment before slipping over.

"Usually you give your partner some time to adjust, but I'm not made of glass," Katsuki says. "So start moving before I fall asleep."

SHOUTO feels like he needs some time to adjust, but he's not admitting that. Instead, he slowly works back and forth, getting into the rhythm.

"It's -hah- YOUR responsibility as the top to make sure your partner comes first," Katsuki tells him. His instruction comes in stops and starts, gasping in between. "Unless you're fine -hah- being a selfish jerk, I mean."

"With you? I might be," Shouto replies.

However, he doesn't really mean it. He likes the way Katsuki writhes beneath him, is enjoying watching the man come undone. To him, getting Katsuki to tip over the edge is a badge of honor, a mark that he's taken the lesson to heart.

They hit that point not much later. Katsuki makes a deep, long sound, and paints all over his stomach with cum. Shouto falters in his pumping, unsure what to do.

"You got a minute before I FORCE you to pull out," Katsuki snarls. "Come on, I know you're practically there."

He's correct; Shouto has been holding it back for a while, so he wastes no time in letting himself release. It's only after he's finished that he realizes-

"Wait, uh, are guys supposed to get... the stuff inside them?"

He knows his seed makes babies in women. In men?

Katsuki just rolls his eyes, rising and shrugging him off.

"You got like a kerchief or something?" he asks.

Shouto grabs his monogrammed one from his clothes, and Katsuki snatches it and presses to his leaking hole. If Shouto had realized that was what he wanted it for...

"Yeah, you should always prep for clean up," Katsuki says. "Girls leak, too, and no one wants to sleep in a wet patch."

That's good information to have, but right now Shouto isn't thinking much about his future bride.

"Can I see you again?" he blurts.

He doesn't miss the way Katsuki's eyes widen slightly.

"Fuck no," he snarls. "I don't work for free."

"I can pay you."

Katsuki looks him up and down, and there's some sort of calculation going on in his head that Shouto can't comprehend, one that isn't entirely about money.

"Your daddy is gonna be REAL upset if you let your heart get stolen by some brothel boy."

"That's half the fun."

Katsuki bares his teeth in a mean-spirited grin, narrows his eyes in conspiracy.

"This is probably going to get me killed," he says. "But fuck it, I'm in."

"Just one thing," he continues, reaching out and prodding Shouto's chest, "You still have to pay my fee, got it?"

"Fine," Shouto replies, prodding him back.

All things considered, it's a small price to pay for more of this man's time.

//END