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Katsuki Bakugou stirs beneath his furs, the slightly chilly morning air greeting him, sending goosebumps down his arms and pebbling his nipples. He blinks away the dull morning light that plays peek-a-boo with the door flap of his tent, yawning and stretching as much as he can. His tent is the biggest of the clan’s but even that isn’t much, considering their need to be able to break stuff down quickly to move with the roving herds.
It’s a quiet morning, a morning for birds to sing and for the Dawnbreakers to murmur amongst themselves as they ready breakfast.
The body next to him grunts, sniffling loudly, most likely smelling the morning stew. An arm is thrown over his waist, pulling him closer. Katsuki goes easily, still too tired to properly grumble, and tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
When he makes a move to get up though, the arm tightens further. “No,” his companion says and Katsuki scowls down at him.
Red and white hair, mused by the fur pillow beneath him and heterochromatic eyes stare back. His lips are pulled down into a frown. Pouting.
Shoto Todoroki, Prince-turned-King of the Southeast Kingdom, pulls on his arm, trying to force the other back down. “No,” he repeats, like it’s final, like Katsuki will listen if he says it enough times.
“We can’t stay in bed all day,” Katsuki says, voice rough with sleep. He belies his own tiredness when he yawns. “There are things that need to get done.”
“They can wait.” Shoto tightens his grip, clinging to him. “We can sleep for just a few hours more.”
“We really, really can’t.” Even as he says it, Katsuki lets himself be yanked back down into Shoto’s greedy hands with a huff. “We still have negotiations to get through, plus the treaty with the Kukr that we have to look over. I also want to take a look at the new foals, make sure they’re standing steady before the clan has to move. And-”
“Or,” Shoto interrupts, eyes already closed again. He presses a kiss to Katsuki’s neck, lips warm against Katsuki’s cool skin. “We could stay here and enjoy ourselves for just a few hours more.”
“We don't have time- hah? ”
Katsuki blinks, finding himself suddenly on his back, Shoto leaning over him. He smiles, soft and sleepy, and kisses Katsuki’s scowl away. “You work so hard, my Ruby Fire. Let me help you relax.”
He kisses down Katsuki’s face, to his neck. As much as Katsuki tries not to, he can’t help but moan as Shoto worries at that one spot, just below his jaw line. He hates that Shoto knows that spot is his weakness. It makes his limbs go jelly like and he slumps against their bed roll.
He feels Shoto press a smirk against his skin. “That’s right. Let me worship you like you deserve.”
Katsuki suppresses his snort. He never gets why Shoto says that.
Shoto, the son of the late King Todoroki and now ruler of the land of Lexandier, the richest man alive (and Katsuki has seen his treasure room - the fucker is not short of gold or emeralds or diamonds or rubies), who fought off the scourge Shigarkai when the other descended in a bloody battle for the throne, who holds both the Ice Heart and wears the Flames he received with pride.
Shoto, who lead his army in the Battle of the Hill and helped in Deku’s stupid quest for the Split Sword.
Shoto Todoroki, known by his people as the Jewel of the East.
And he thinks that Katsuki Bakugou , a rogue barbarian, needs to be worshipped?
Shoto senses the snort and presses another kiss into the side of his neck. “Shall I wax poems about how you are the light of my life and the sharpness of my sword?”
“Fuck no, don’t you dare. I don’t need that sappy shit.”
“But I really, really want too.”
“I told you, I don’t need it . Save your words for someone else.”
“But Katsuki,” Shoto leans up, catching ruby red eyes with his own wide ones. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”
Katsuki looks away. It doesn’t matter how many times Shoto says it, the sincere and honest look in his eyes, on his face will always leave Katsuki shifting uncomfortably, he’s far more used to lies and false praise.
“Whatever,” he says and he knows that Shoto understands what that means.
You can continue.
Shoto presses another kiss into his skin before leaning up to brush lips across both his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, before finally descending on his lips.
It’s slow, even when Katsuki tries to move it along, biting at his bottom lip and roughly pressing up against him.
But, like always, Shoto manages to turn it to his favor. He grinds his hips against Katsuki, making him gasp. Shoto takes advantage, licking his tongue along the inside of his mouth and startling a moan out of Katsuki.
“Let me take care of you,” Shoto whispers. “Let me worship you, Katsuki.”
“You know I don’t do that pillow princess shit,” Katsuki mutters.
“Don’t think of it like that. Think of it as a gift to me. Really, you’re doing me a favor.” Shoto cocks his head and gives Katsuki a crooked smile. “Something you can hold over my head.”
Katsuki hates that the reasoning works, that he’s allowed anyone to get close enough to know what his weakness is - especially emotional weakness. He sniffs, refusing to look at him, but doesn’t stop Shoto as he continues.
His husband places kisses on his chin, then along his jawline. “You need to shave,” he mutters even as he rubs his skin along the stubby hairs.
“You like me looking rugged,” Katsuki retorts, smirking, sure that it’s going to be Shoto blushing this time.
But the bastard just shrugs. “I do. I like showing off how rough my handsome husband is.”
Fuck, again , it’s Katsuki who feels his cheeks heating up. “Fucker, you’re the one who told me to shave.”
“Because I know that it annoys you when it gets longer.”
Shoto moves on before it can become an argument, nipping at Katsuki’s jugular. Katsuki’s eyes flutter and his head automatically arches back, pressing up into Shoto’s teeth. Shoto bites down harder, and even that small increase in pressure has Katsuki ready to keen.
His hands find Shoto’s shoulders, digging his nails in. Shoto doesn’t seem to care, but then again, the fucker never does, always eager to show off the marks Katsuki gives him.
Katsuki still finds himself embarrassed at the memory of Shoto walking around their camp, shirtless, something the uptight man had never done before, enough that even fucking Deku had asked if something was wrong.
And when Shoto had turned around to show off his scratched up back, Deku couldn’t look Katsuki in the eye for a week.
Katsuki remembers cursing Shoto out, draping his own cape around the bastard, but Shoto had just shrugged, a little smirk on his lips.
So Katsuki doesn’t feel bad about digging his nails into Shoto’s shoulders now or how they scrape down his back when Shoto moves down to lick a nipple, getting the bud all wet and rosey.
They ache at the first touch of Shoto’s mouth, the traitorous bastards. He hums, tongue sliding up and circling the nipple, teasing and playing with it till Katsuki yanks on his hair, silently begging for a break. Shoto pulls off with a pop and the cool air rapidly cools the spit, making Katsuki just that much more sensitive.
Shoto settles, straddling Katsuki’s waist as he cups his chest, pushing his pecs together, making red splash across Katsuki’s face and up to his ears. “It’s so hard to choose my favorite part of you...but your chest is definitely up there.”
“That’s because you’re a fucking pervert.” But Katsuki lays back, arms raised to lay above his head, silently giving Shoto the go ahead to continue.
Shoto pinches one nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. Katsuki arches his back, thrusting his chest up further, demanding more. “Maybe. But can you blame me? I have you as my husband, my heart, afterall.”
Katsuki huffs, rolling his eyes. Shoto’s face pinches in the middle, lips pulling down into a frown. He leans closer, kissing Katsuki’s cheeks and lips and eyelids. “Why do you never believe me, my Sunshine? Why do you dismiss my words?”
Katsuki looks at him then, raising an eyebrow. “Is that a real fucking question? You are the love of my life but your words are just that. Words . Meant to make me fucking soft. I have no desire to get you to stop but that doesn’t mean I’m going to actually take them to heart.”
Shoto lifts back, narrowing his eyes at Katsuki, finger still rolling his nipple. “You don’t believe that I find you amazing, someone who takes my breath away?”
Katsuki tries to sit up, but a shove to his shoulder has him falling flat to the ground again. Shoto may look slim but he has strength, built up from countless battles. “Are we really going to have this talk now?”
“Of course,” Shoto says, so casually, like he isn’t still playing with Katsuki’s body, pulling on Katsuki’s nipples to make them rise up nicely, red and aching. Katsuki grits his teeth to hold in his moans, determined to have some semblance of a conversation.
Shoto pulls hard enough to get Katsuki to gasp. “You are a fucking menace.”
“And you are deflecting. Speak plainly, my husband.”
“Fine, fine, alright. Just stop pinching me.” Katsuki slaps at Shoto’s hands before sighing. “I believe you find me beautiful. After all, you married me and for all your lack of knowledge about the world outside your golden gates, you’re not the kind of fool that would marry someone they do not like.”
“But?” Shoto presses.
“ But , that doesn’t mean your words are true. I am a rogue, the last Barbarian of the Bakugou clan who still roams the lands. I am no Prince, nor am I a hero.” Katsuki reaches up, cupping Shoto’s face, who presses a kiss into his palm. “You remember how we met.”
Shoto smiles, though it’s not a happy one. “You were brought forth to me for the crime of murder.”
They both pause, remembering that day, so long ago. When a group of angry villagers had dragged a bleeding and heavily wounded Katsuki before the visiting Prince, demanding justice.
Katsuki remembers snarling and shouting, and a Prince who towered over him, cold eyes casting judgment.
Shoto remembers a foul and dirty boy who looked up at him with defiance in the fire of his eyes, daring Shoto to deal the final blow.
It was a meeting that left them both with sour impressions of the other.
“People don’t look at me and think good things, Shoto.” Shoto’s grip tightens on him and Katsuki hisses. “I don’t say these things, looking for your pity, but because I’m always truthful, even with myself. I don’t inspire reverence like you, Jewel of the East. I don’t cause the maidens of this land to faint at my sight.” He smirks as he says that last bit and finally, Shoto’s cheeks turn red, for just a bit.
“I do not demand they do that.”
“No, I know. I would have to kick your ass if you did.”
Shoto flicks the end of Katsuki’s nose. “You always want to spar.”
Katsuki gives him a boyish smirk. “Like you’re complaining.”
Shoto chuckles. “Never. Now, stop distracting me. I have work to do.”
Katsuki raises one eyebrow, before he pushes his chest back up into Shoto’s groping hands. “Oh yeah? What could that possibly be?”
“Making sure you understand how important you are to me.”
All the breath leaves Bakugou in one huff. “Shoto...I would-”
Shoto kisses him. “Hush. It’s my turn to lay down some harsh truths.” He leans back, his mismatched eyes roving over Katsuki. One finger traces the scar on Katsuki’s right check. It’s small, barely noticeable unless you're as close as Shoto is to him. “I may be the King and I may have the love of my people, but all I care about is you. From the moment you got this mark, to my dying breath.”
Katsuki’s breath comes out in a stutter. Dragged before a younger Shoto, accused of murder by a mob scared by the rumors of Barbarians they eat up, Katsuki had done the only thing he could think of. Demand a duel with Shoto. If Shoto won, Katsuki would face the charges without argument. But if Katsuki won, Shoto would listen to his side of the story and give him a fair trial.
With a shaky hand, Katsuki traces the matching mark on Shoto’s neck. “I can’t believe you gave me a second look after that.”
“You fought like a man determined to bring the truth to light. It was interesting.” Shoto intertwines their hands together. “You are the one to make me reconsider the view my Kingdom had on outsiders from the Plains.”
“You would have done the same with anyone.”
Shoto shakes his head. “No, no Katsuki. You made sure I couldn’t hide from the injustices my Kingdom was complicit in. You, with your bull-headeness, who refused to let me off the hook easy. You did that.”
Before Katsuki can deny it again, Shoto moves on. He runs his hand down across the tattoo over Katsuki’s heart. His other hand reaches back to wrap nimble fingers around Katsuki’s half-hard cock. He gives it a light stroke and smiles at the small whine Katsuki lets out.
“I love you Katsuki, all of you. Even the bits you try to hide and the past you try to make up for every day.”
Katsuki’s breath hitches, but Shoto refuses to let him speak, squeezing fingers around his growing erection. “ All of you belongs to me and I treasure every part.”
He presses his palm harder on Katsuki’s heart. Harder on the intricate black tattoo, that swirls around like fire. That covers up the mark beneath it.
Katsuki’s shame. The reason he’s a rogue.
The mark of a betrayer.
Shoto leans down to whisper in Katsuki’s ear, sending goosebumps over his skin. “Your past is not who you are, but it does make up your experiences. I know who you are, down to your core and I am here. I do not look away. I willingly embrace all of you. And others do too.”
“You’re really going to-” Katsuki chokes as Shoto strokes him a little faster, a little rougher. “You’re really going to talk about other people with my dick in your hand?”
Shoto presses a smirk into the skin beneath Katsuki’s ear. “No. Not now.” Then he nips his earlobe. “But I might just send a message to Kirishima.”
Shoto leans back to watch the way Katsuki’s eyes widen. He reaches up, most likely to push Shoto off, but Shoto thumbs the tip of Katsuki’s cock, making Katsuki arch instead.
“Shoto, I swear to Goddess Cetin, if I fucking get tackled by five emotional idiots who try to cry about how much they love me, I will strangle you in your sleep.”
“That would be threatening for sure, if you didn’t say the same thing over every tiny slight.”
“ Shoto. ”
Shoto shifts, wiggling down so he can sit between Katsuki’s spread thighs, hiking them up to wrap around his waist. He grins as the muscles twitch and can’t help running a hand up and down them, admiring. Katsuki is so muscular, much more than his own slim form and it always makes Shoto want to mark his meaty thighs and chest.
He resists the urge now, instead focusing on a more interesting target, one that will get his husband to settle back down.
He circles a finger around Katsuki’s rim, grinning as Katsuki throws his head back, letting out a long groan that vibrates in his throat. “Someone’s eager.”
“Fuck off, it’s been a while, ok.”
“And you wanted to skip this to go talk about negotiations. ”
“I still might if you don’t hurry the fuck up- fuck .” Katsuki’s hips buck as Shoto slides in one finger, slow and easy, covered in the lube he keeps by their bedside.
“Hmm, are you sure about that?” Shoto asks, chuckling at the glare he receives. He catches the knee Katsuki tries to hit him with. “That’s not very nice.”
Katsuki bares his teeth. “Then get on with it, you fuuuuuck- ohhh, Shoto, fuck, hit that again.”
Shoto shakes his head, smiling, as he delicately presses a finger against Katsuki’s prostate. “Do you remember the first time we did this?”
“Fucking shit , are you still talking?” Katsuki groans and Shoto goes back to stroking his cock to shut him up.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Shoto warns him. “Remember how nervous you were?”
“I wasn’t- stop that .”
“Hmm, no,” Shoto says, pressing two fingers against his prostate now, his other hand rolling Katsuki’s balls. “And you were . But that’s ok, because I was too.”
Katsuki just pants, grinding his hips down onto those slim fingers, a whimper leaving his mouth. He’s desperate for more, to be filled as soon as possible, but he refuses to say it.
That’s ok, because after all these years, Shoto has gotten good at reading his husband's movements.
So Shoto adds a third finger, simultaneously sliding his nail along the slit of Katsuki’s cock, hungry eyes devouring the way Katsuki shivers.
“I was so nervous seeing this gorgeous man laid out for me, so worried I wouldn’t live up to any expectations you might have had.”
“You did,” Katsuki gasps, body arching as Shoto continues to abuse his prostate. “You were so perfect to me, so good. Better than I ever deserved.”
“Hush, none of that,” Shoto says. “You are everything I need and more.”
“You too,” Katsuki huffs. “You’re my entire world, Shoto. Never doubt that.”
Shoto blinks, not having expected that. He removes his fingers, earning a hiss from Katsuki, and immediately presses his cock inside. It’s hot and warm, always is, but his focus is more on Katsuki, watching the way his eyes roll back as he presses deeper and deeper and deeper .
“I never do,” Shoto groans, grip tight on Katsuki’s waist. “You say it every day, in every action you do. I would never, ever doubt that you love me.”
He doesn’t stop till he’s pressed balls deep in, stopping to catch his breath. He leans forward, intertwining his fingers with Katsuki’s, pressing their foreheads together. He looks into Katsuki’s eyes. He swears he can see every sunset and every sunrise in that gaze.
“You’re staring at me,” Katsuki grumbles and there’s red in his cheeks.
Red eyes, red cheeks, red cape spread out beneath him.
“I used to hate red,” he says and Katsuki sputters.
“Your dick is fucking in me, please stop talking.”
Shoto smiles, pressing a kiss to his throat, feeling the way it bobs and how Katsuki squeezes around him. “Shhh, just listen for a second. I used to hate red.”
His hips slowly pull back, making Katsuki gasp, legs wrapping tight around Shoto’s hips. Shoto continues to talk, like what he’s doing isn’t that important. “Red was the color of flames. Flames that used to haunt my nightmares, threatening to consume me. Red was the color of my father’s hair, and, well, I don’t need to tell you why I hated that.”
He thrusts, all the way back in, balls slapping against Katsuki’s ass.
“ Motherfucker -”
“Red was the color of my brother’s blood, staining the castle stairs. Red was the color of the demons that haunted me, making me desperate to hide parts of myself.”
Shoto pulls his hips back again and Katsuki scratches nails down his back.
“I hated red. Shunned it.” He slams back in, a loud slap of skin on skin. “And then you came around.”
“Shoto,” Katsuki whimpers, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Shoto angles his hips, aiming for Katsuki’s prostate.
“You, with your red cape and your red dragon and your beautiful, intense, emotional, red eyes.” Shoto presses in as deep as he can before grabbing Katsuki’s chin, jerking him up so he can look back into those eyes. “Red, that is always honest with me. Red, that will tell me things even if I don’t want to hear them. Red, that cares so much, even if you don’t know how to express it.”
There are tears in those red, red, red eyes, sitting in the corners, ready to fall as Katsuki whines, grinding his hips down, trying to get Shoto to start thrusting again.
“It's because of you that I do not fear the red of my Fire anymore. It’s because of you that I was able to confront and eventually forgive my father. And it’s because of you that I was able to face my brother.”
“You are my jewel, Katsuki.” Shoto starts back up, hands to either side of Katsuki’s head as he slams into him, thrusting hard and fast. “The Ruby of my Sword, who guides and fights by me. You are my everything and so I give everything to you.”
“Yes, yes, yes, please. Give it to me, fucking give it to me, you bastard,” Katsuki sobs, holding on tight to Shoto. He suddenly rears up, forcing Shoto to lean back. He’s smiling, a wide and fierce smile, feral in all the ways Shoto loves as he grabs ahold of one shoulder. “Don’t you fucking dare hold back on me, you understand? I want all of you.”
Those words spurt Shoto on and he sits up, hefting Katsuki with him, enjoying the way Katsuki’s hole tightens at the rare sight of Shoto’s true strength. Like this Katsuki can fully sit on his lap, and Shoto can really bounce him, hips aching with the way he pounds up into Katsuki’s sloppy and wet hole.
Not that Shoto cares. Not with the way Katsuki is screaming for “more, more, more ” and “harder, you weak-wrist bitch, fuck me harder.” Shoto lets his husband’s screams of pleasure wash over him.
Even he is being louder than usual, grunting with every thrust up.
He knows when Katsuki is close by the way he tightens around his cock, how hands scramble, not to mark but hold on for dear life, and how the tears Katsuki has been trying to deny suddenly start to fall as his moans turn into incoherent babbles.
And then Katsuki throws his head back, revealing that deliciously pale neck. He finally goes quiet, all noise trapped in his throat, wordlessly mouthing his praise. Creamy white spills between their bellies, smearing into their skin as Shoto continues to chase his release.
Shoto isn’t sure if time slows down or if he’s just that engrossed by the sight of his husband crying on his cock. His release was such a beautiful sight that, if Shoto wasn’t sure Katsuki would kill him, he would commission a portrait of this very moment so he could stare at it forever.
It‘s when he’s contemplating taking that risk, that his own orgasm hits him, knocking him behind his teeth at the feeling. He thrusts a couple more times, shoving his cum deeper into his husband, before finally slowing down to a stop.
They take a moment to breathe, to come down from the high, and Shoto carefully lays them down, Katsuki on his back with Shoto between his thighs, still buried inside.
“My barbarian husband,” Shoto purrs, petting through Katsuki’s sweaty hair. “So strong and beautiful. If you think that I’m what my people look up to, if I truly deserve all the titles that are given to me, then please believe that I wouldn’t choose someone to be my husband who doesn’t deserve to be by my side.”
There’s a pause. And then Katsuki runs a hand down his back. “I don’t know about all that. But I do know I’m the only one who can handle your dumbass when you try to start fights with other royals.”
Shoto snorts. “ I try to start fights?”
“Don’t you try to deny it. People expect me to be rough around the edges. They don’t expect you to be as much of an asshole.”
Shoto silently laughs at that, body shaking. “I suppose that is true. Then again, I do have you to back up all my fights.”
“Damn right.” Shoto doesn’t even need to look to know that Katsuki is giving him a fond smile, chest puffed up.
He closes his eyes and basks in the warmth of his brutish, spectacular, asshole of a husband.
They’re silent for a few long minutes. Then Katsuki is poking him. “Hey, we need to clean up so we can get started on those negotiations.”
Shoto does not answer.
“Come on, you bastard. We procrastinated enough.”
Still, Shoto does not answer.
“I know you’re not really asleep, asshole. Get up.” More poking, harder now. “Hey, come on. Shoto? Shoto!”
Shoto’s breath evens out, lulled to sleep by Katsuki clenching around his soft cock and his husband cursing in his ear.
