Archive of Our Own

“Shouto, I’m serious, get off me” 

Katsuki grumbles for the nineteenth time while the six-foot, two-hundred-pound pro hero stuck to his side makes no move to do what he’s been told.

“I need to finish dinner, can you fuck off for some time?” He sets the sharp kitchen knife down onto the counter with a thud.

He’s pretty sure that if this continues, one of them is going to lose a finger tonight. And it sure as hell won’t be him. 

“Go do something useful like— ah!”

An icy hand trails up his stomach, feeling his sides, squeezing at his waist as Shouto noses up at the junction between Katsuki’s neck and shoulder.

“Fuckin’ hell, stop—“ 

Shouto groans from behind, hips swaying and pressing up behind Katsuki. 

Alright, that’s it.

Katsuki cranes his head back, red strands poking his cheek, while Shouto has his face buried in the skin of Katsuki’s neck, “Okay, I’m seriously going to leave—“ 

Shouto grabs hard onto his side. Too fucking close to the sore mistake Katsuki added onto his body that’s currently making his life a fucking hell. 

“You can’t.” Cold and hot hands grip tighter, spanning from the sides and closing at his lower spine. “You’re so— fuck, Katsuki” 

Katsuki bites his lip to hold in the embarrassing noise he almost just let out. God forbid he encourage Shouto on otherwise.

“I’m going to get them removed, move—“ 

The grip tightens impossibly more, keeping him frozen.

“You can’t” 

Fuck. This can’t be real.

“Shou’— they said not to disturb it, will you stop—“ 

Hips push behind him, rubbing against his ass in circular motions. Katsuki bumps into the cabinets ahead, making a loud clutter in the cold silence of their kitchen.

His hands grip the counter edge, biting down on his lips. He tries twitching away from the body behind, pressing against the cabinets, but the grip on his hips keeps him still,  him get devoured by the madman he calls a boyfriend. 

“You got it for me, right? You can’t have it removed, that’s not fair, Katsuki.”

Like hell it isn’t 

“You asshole, that doesn’t mean you— anghh” he clams his jaw so hard it makes a clicking sound. Shouto rumbles a laugh behind as the fucker full-on grinds his hips into Katsuki’s ass. 

“motherfucker…”

“Come on, don’t be like that. You can’t expect me not to pounce on you when you’re….” He hisses, leaning away for a moment. “Like this.”

“Like— what exactly?”

Fuck, getting that stupid piercing was a mistake. 

Katsuki should’ve known, with how brick-headed his boyfriend already is, anything like this would’ve sent him past the cliff of ever coming back to sanity.

His lower back, currently studded with a small silver back dermal piercing, the newest victim of Shouto’s perversive nature. It’s quite neat, honestly and Katsuki grew quite fond of the idea itself before getting one. 

He was never really into piercings but once he had ears stacked with loops and studs, he couldn’t deny the beauty of them. And they surely added a cherry on top to Katsuki’s character. 

So of course when he found out that his boyfriend of five years— the Todoroki Shouto has the hots for back dimples, he had to get one. 

Just to mess with his pretty little head a little.

And also because Katsuki has his own thing for driving Shouto batshit. 

He just— didn’t  quite think it’d have this much of an effect. 

Shouto’s been stuck to him like a leech. Not letting even an inch of breath between them ever since he stepped foot into his damn apartment. 

The reaction though— so worth it. Katsuki knows he’s fucking sexy and seeing the effect of it on his hunk of a boyfriend is seriously a power trip he’ll never get enough of. 

Large hands glued onto his waist, almost trembling as he lifted Katsuki’s tank top up, peeking under to see while Katsuki bent over the countertop in anticipation. Almost biting back a smirk when he chanced a glance back at him. 

Safe to say he probably has two Shouto-shaped handprints burned into his sides for the next week.

And seriously, that was fun and all— but Katsuki’s tired now. Beyond annoyed with just how much his boyfriend loves them.

“God, you’re so sexy, Katsuki”

He fucking knows. That’s why he got them in the first place!

Katsuki rolls his eyes. He’s already been warned not to disturb the piercings for at least six months, or more, and he doesn’t want to risk getting a fucking infection. 

That’d be a pain to even take care of.

Clearly, Shouto doesn’t get that with the way he’s been grazing fingertips over and around the studs. 

“I can’t hold back, seriously.”

“Really? Grind up harder between my asscheeks, I almost missed it— I wasn’t serious!”

Katsuki staggers, trying to keep his fists planted while Shouto grinds impossibly deeper into him. Fuck, he can feel his cock twitch and throb behind the layers. 

“Just a bit, okay? I won’t touch it” Shouto whispers right beside his ear, kissing the tips of them before licking a long stripe right behind it.

Shivers wrack through Katsuki’s body, his shoulders curling in at the attention paid to his ears.

Fucker knows what he’s doing. 

“Get— get out of my ear, you little—“ 

The end of that sentence is lost in the mewl Katsuki tries dissolving into his throat when Shouto’s hands wander up his sides. Cold fingertips grazing over his chest, holding one of the pecs in his broad palm while the other moves up to his throat. 

Tipping his head back, Shouto takes the time to kiss down the sharp jut of his jaw, trailing sweet nothings into his skin and licking away like a man given a feast.

Fuck. It’s unfair. 

Shouto is fucking unfair.

“God, you taste so good. So sweet under my tongue,” Shouto moans the praise into his shoulder like words of worship.

Katsuki’s sure he wouldn’t even have processed it if it weren’t for the teeth biting into skin, grounding him to earth.

“Let me take care of you, angel,” Shouto whispers before pulling away to twist Katsuki to the side, away from the god-forsaken counter. His only attempt at keeping himself grounded onto earth.

“Mmh— shouto the food—“

“Shh, it’s okay,” he cups Katsuki’s breast muscle again, squeezing and palming the meat. 

Katsuki all but melts into the touch.

Before he even cracks an eye open, Shouto’s already sliding down to his knees. Right in front of Katsuki, beside the fucking counter where half-cut veggies and a very sharp knife lay forgotten. Still inside the kitchen.

Shouto— the devastatingly gorgeous man running his hands up and down his sides, sucking marks down his abdomen, and kissing the hurt away looks up his body with hooded eyes, looking dazed.

He can’t help the grin that crawls onto his face.

Katsuki could never get tired of this view, seeing a proud man like Shouto— praised by the public for his heroic deeds, his charming looks, his aloof personality. All of that dissolved into hunger. All for Katsuki.

“Shit, you’re so greedy, princess.” He cups Shouto’s face, tilting it up so Katsuki can see the way his eyes flutter shut when he nuzzles into his palm. Licking and kissing praises into the skin there laminated with old and new scars. “Couldn’t wait to have me, huh?”

Shouto shakes his head, forehead dropping down onto the waistband of his pants. 

“You’re desperate for me, aren’t you? Gonna thank me for my troubles?” 

“Fuuuck yes— thank you, thank you—“ 

The hands gripping his waist suddenly grip his waistband, trembling to make good of his words. Searching for the button of his pants.

Katsuki slaps them away.

“C’mon, doll, no hands. I know you can do better than that.”

Shouto stares up at him for a moment. 

Enough for Katsuki to wonder if Shouto’s going to snap. If he’s going to push him against the counter and take him right here. Or—

“Yes, please. I’ll do better.” 

Katsuki doesn’t even try suppressing the grin behind his hand when Shouto drops his hands to the floor, head inching up to bite at the zipper, pulling it down with his teeth. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot.”

As soon as the zipper is down, Shouto’s tongue darts out to lick and suck at the tiny crevice revealing the fabric of Katsuki’s boxers. 

Or so he assumes that’s what he’d find.

Shouto’s eyes comically enlarge with the feeling of something else under his tongue. A fabric that’s certainly not what boxers are made of.

Katsuki smiles. Thrilled with the reaction he knows he’s gonna receive for his next present.

Shouto’s one hell of a spoiled man.

Katsuki groans at the sight of Shouto pushing his mouth into his crotch, trying to get to his cock. 

It looks so pathetic that he can’t help but get turned on by it. By Shouto.

He lets himself enjoy the sight of desperation resonating between his legs before he starts to feel bad and goes to unbutton his pants. 

Shouto murmurs another chant of what sounds like ‘thank you, thank you’ and gets back to work. 

There’s a few seconds of stillness where Shouto’s eyes drop down to his crotch. Finally taking in the familiar sight he’s used to dealing with. And is instead blessed with the sight of a flimsy sheer pink lacey fabric.

A thong. 

This is one of Katsuki’s not so proud finds on the internet. 

He was bored. And horny. So horny.

He’d gotten a half chub while putting on the thing just by the idea of how Shouto’s going to rip it off of him.

And right now, the sight under him makes it all worth it. 

Shouto’s so far gone. His eyes have dilated completely like he’s on some hard drug. But it’s just Katsuki. All because of him. 

His face is a burning red rivalling the shade of his hair. And judging by the heat he’s emanating, all his sanity is probably going into not burning their house down. 

The hands that helped taking his pants off are set firmly on his calfs, trembling and twitching as if unsure of where to start from.

He sees the man on his knees swallow, eyes set firmly onto the growing bulge in front of him. A pink tongue coming out to lick his lips in preparation for what’s about to come.

This time when Shouto smushes his face against his crotch, Katsuki can actually feel the wetness of Shouto’s tongue dragging up the outline of his half-hard cock from outside his underwear. Tracing up until he reaches the top and sucking all the precum out of the wet patch in front of the lace. 

Katsuki hisses. 

Shouto knows his head is fucking sensitive, and he never fails to take absolute advantage of that. Even on his knees, Shouto makes Katsuki feels like a fucking puddle meant to take.

A hand goes to grip the half-red and half-white strands between his legs, tugging once to get Shouto away. Shouto’s tongue falls out to chase after his cock, even when Katsuki tugs harder.

“Fuck, weren’t you going to please me. Or do I have to do all the work here now, princess?” 

The nickname falls too easily off his tongue and has the desired effect when Shouto groans under him. His head immediately flying back to his cock when released, like a magnet.

For a moment he thinks Shouto’s going to go animalistic and rip the thing off of him completely. Too devoted to go against Katsuki’s rules but desperate enough to get what he wants however he so damn pleases to.

It’d be funny too if Shouto wasn’t carefully peeling the fabric off of his dick with his teeth, cock springing free into the air while Shouto takes his sweet fucking time getting the flimsy thing off. 

He leaves them just below his sack taking a moment to sit back and sniff the underwear. Groaning like a pervert before getting back to work.

His hot tongue licks up the underside of his cock, eyes closed like he’s trying to memorise every single inch. 

Pink lips stop to suck on the vein protruding at the side of his dick, and Katsuki almost curls in on himself. A hand kept on the counter to steady himself while the other’s placed on Shouto’s head, pushing strands out of his eyes.

“God, you look so good like this. Keep going.” 

Shouto preens under the praise. 

Katsuki has his suspicions regarding Shouto’s praise kink, but it’s always something or the other going on in that nasty fucker’s head. He’s lost count by now.

When Shouto lifts a hand to grab at Katsuki’s thigh— either to to stabilise himself or just to grope him, Katsuki tuts, dragging his head away from his cock once again, receiving an annoyed groan from Shouto. 

“What did I say about your hands? And here I thought you’d be good.”

Shouto glares at him, lips shiny with spit, pulled into a pout. He makes a show of putting his hand down, folded behind his back, and Katsuki hums appreciatively.

He opens his mouth to tease some more, but—

The moment his grip loosens, Shouto’s mouth latches onto his tip, sucking messily on it like he’s trying to suck the cum out of it.

“Oh fuck!— okay, holy fuuuuck, Shouto!”

Shouto— the little fucker dares to hum against the tip, sending vibrations upto everyone of Katsuki’s nerve connected to his dick making his toes curl. 

Spit dribbles down his chin onto the floor from where Shouto’s mouth is latched onto Katsuki. It makes it easier for the man on his knees to glide lower onto Katsuki, taking in more and more. Inch by inch. 

He goes halfway before pulling all the way back, kissing the slit of his dick, tongue flicking out as if to pry it open. 

Katsuki hisses, gripping harder onto Shouto’s hair, making the other moan. 

“fuckin’— pain slut.”

Shouto smiles up at him at the insult. Tongue rubbing up the side of him, playing with his vein again. 

“I think we both know who the real pain slut here is,” he teases before moving down to bite at the tender skin of his inner thigh.

Katsuki actually yelps, grip flying off of Shouto’s head, and clutching at the base of his dick to not shoot his load right then and there and risk making a fool of himself. Shouto laughs heartily, eyes creasing before going back to making out with his tip.

God, he hates him.

“Don’t fucking do that, you little shit!” He reprimands, his hand still holding the base of his dick tightly. The sight of Shouto’s lips moving around him is a sight too lewd for his dick to handle.

“Do you really want me to stop?” His tongue comes to rest at the underside of his cock. Not moving. Just feeling the twitches and shivers wracking through Katsuki’s nerves. Hips twitching now and then against his will. “Looks like you’re enjoying it.” 

With one last kiss planted onto him, Shouto finally sinks onto the whole length. Throat swallowing rhythmically around the head gauging into the back of his throat. He stops midway to relax his insides before taking all of it down his throat with ease. 

The tight heat of Shouto’s throat will never not make Katsuki cum on the spot. It’s truly a miracle he can still stand on his two legs.

His toes curl, both hands grip the counter he’s pushed against, trembling and shaking.

All his being focused on one mantra of— don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum as Shouto with his nonexistent gag reflex takes him to the base, corse light hair tickling at his nose but the other doesn’t seem to mind. 

“Ah— fuck, Shouto…” 

He’s so blissed out he almost doesn’t realise the loss of heat around his dick when Shouto’s pulled off. Craning his head down to glance at the other man as he goes ever lower down to his balls, taking one in his mouth and sucking on it for sometime.

Katsuki sees stars. His mouth open in a soundless scream as Shouto moves over to the other side to give the other ball the same attention.

He groans. “I-I’m gonna cum.”

Shout hums, finally pulling back upto his dick and licking his weeping slit. Encouraging more precum to flow out onto his tongue. 

Katsuki takes one final glance at the picture Shouto creates. Settled prettily onto his knees, hands locked behind him like he was asked to and looking ten times more composed than Katsuki ever could even with a cock settled on his tongue.

It’s all Katsuki needs before he’s curling in on himself, his abdominal muscles spasming with the weight of his orgasm crushing down. 

Shouto wraps his lips around his head completely, sucking and swallowing around it happily.

Katsuki gasps once more just in time to groan out— 

“Take it all in your mouth. Don’t you fucking dare spill.” 

Shouto looks up at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes half lidded as he takes it all without a flinch. 

After Katsuki’s come down from his high, enough for his dick to start protesting against the shallow sucking of Shouto’s lips, he pulls out slowly on jello legs. Wobbling away from Shouto’s cursed mouth and watching him for a moment before the other man rises onto his feet, carefully pulling his thong up by its string to tuck Katsuki’s cock in.

Katsuki grabs his jaw, pulling him closer before prying his lips open carefully.

Shouto gets the hint and shows Katsuki his mouth. Full of semen. 

Katsuki feels a rush of something warm over him, sending heat down to his now flaccid cock, making it twitch in its spent state.

“Fuck, you gonna swallow it all for me, princess?” Katsuki whispers, eyes trained onto the taller man’s.

Shouto barely nods before gulping it all down, even licking his lips after for any stray drops, moaning after like it is his favourite drink.

Katsuki groans at the action, watching the way Shouto’s throat works around it, hands twisting into his hair to bring him closer before he’s being hauled up onto the countertop behind them.

Katsuki squeals embarrassingly high in surprise, not expecting the rough handling in his post-orgasm brain fog.

Shouto manhandles him like he doesn’t weigh nearly one-seventy pounds of pure muscle, even bouncing him in his hold purely to throw Katsuki off balance. 

The arrogance of the action irks Katsuki for only a moment before he realises how hot it is being pushed and crowded onto the small space of the kitchen top, locked in by the beast in front of him, glaring down at him like he’s going to eat him whole.

Katsuki sure fucking hopes he does.

In no time Shouto’s mouth is on his. The kiss is anything but pretty, sucking and biting down tongues, teeth clanking against one another in a frenzy of power and restlessness.

Even though Katsuki just came, he feels heat already swirling in his gut, ready for a round two.

God bless his pro hero stamina.

At a particularly hard nip to his lip, which has Katsuki jolting back in pain, Shouto takes the moment to shove his tongue in, licking like a parched dog into his mouth. Katsuki can still taste himself on the other man’s tongue, musky and a bit salty. He makes a note to add pineapple to their next grocery trip.

Shouto goes from licking and pushing his tongue down his throat to sucking at Katsuki’s own, making him moan into the kiss. 

His hands quickly find Shouto’s hair, travelling up until they grab a bunch and grips onto it like a lifeline to not get uprooted by the way Shouto’s all but humping him into the wall behind.

When his mouth goes cold, Katsuki quickly takes to licking and sucking at the ice Shouto has created between them. 

An equally cold pair of arms coming down to pinch the meat of his ass, gripping harder until he’s sure there’s going to be handprints there to match with the ones on his waist from before.

Katsuki yelps when Shouto pulls him closer with the grip on his ass, fumbling around to get a hold of his hair, shoulders, neck— anywhere.

It’s almost as if Shouto’s not letting him get comfortable on purpose. Keeping Katsuki on his toes just to fuck with him and it drives Katsuki equally insane as much as his hunger for more.

But this isn’t enough. Not nearly enough for either of them.

Sure, Shouto may be trying to be a little considerate of Katsuki’s dick by not immediately going back to rubbing him off but the way he’s thrusting between Katsuki’s thighs, trying to get any type of friction he can, is almost cute. 

Katsuki finds it oddly sexy the way he drives Shouto so far he becomes reduced to a horny heat-driven monkey repeating a chant of katsuki, katsuki, katsuki in his head.

Shouto pulls away, but not before grabbing Katsuki by his jaw, thumb digging into the skin of his cheek harshly and holding him in place.

“Open.” He orders, finger tracing his bottom lip.

Katsuki glares, mouth sewn shut out of spite. More so just to piss the other man off, knowing how pent up and ravenous he must feel.

Shouto doesn’t seem to like the disobedience, clicking his tongue and digging his thumb into his mouth, pulling it apart with a hold on his bottom teeth with so much force Katsuki can’t do anything but open, wide eyes glaring up at the other. 

He doesn’t get to wait any longer before Shouto’s spitting into his mouth and slapping it shut, covering it with a palm and whispering close to his ear. 

“Now you swallow for me, princess.”

Katsuki doesn’t need to be told twice, eyes screwed shut at the deep thrall ringing in his ears before his throat works and swallows.

“Good boy.” He murmurs absentmindedly, as if the words had slipped from his thought bubble and ruffles Katsuki’s hair.

Shouto doesn’t get to pull away without a sharp bite at his palm for what he just did but it must be good enough because he’s soon nipping and licking away at his throat and Katsuki doesn’t have the heart to tell him to not leave marks.

Distantly, Katsuki remembers that Shouto still has all his clothes on and the very thought of that makes him unreasonably angry. 

He makes quick work of his shirt first. Too jittery to button it open, he simply rips it apart from its collar leaving the back completely open.

Half-and-half pulls away from his skin, looking down at himself and then at Katsuki with wide eyes, lips bitten red and shiny with spit from their animalistic makeout. His hair is askew, the normally parted lining of red and white now a mess of colours due to the grip Katsuki had on his head.

“Did you just… rip my shirt apart?” 

“What? Do I have to ask you to get naked now?” He scoffs.

Shouto raises a brow at the crooked response, looking at him for a moment longer before burning away the rest of his shirt without moving an inch away.

It doesn’t leave Katsuki’s mind just how impressive of a control on his quirk it must take for Shouto burn away a piece of fabric off his torso and nothing else.

He doesn’t get to dwell on the thought much longer because Shouto’s on him again. Hands groping at muscular thighs, inching up to the crease of his hips, under the thin straps of the thong and down to his inner thighs.

Katsuki shivers at the cool and hot touches surrounding him before a searing hot mouth latches onto the side of his neck, sucking a bright red mark there and kissed with affection all over. 

Katsuki’s own hands latch onto Shouto’s wide back. The muscles under his palm twisting and turning with each gasping breath Shouto sucks in. 

When teeth bite down at his shoulder, Katsuki’s nails dig into the skin underneath making Shouto groan out even harder.

“Alright that’s enough.” He huffs, pushing the man away from his shoulder.

He slides one leg up onto the counter, splitting himself open in front of halfie who still looks breathless and uncharacteristically flushed. 

He hooks one finger into the pink fabric barely covering his privates before sliding that away and showing Shouto his pink glistening hole, gaping and clenching for something inside.

His cheeks flush at his actions, feeling self conscious with Shouto’s gaze boring into his figure, glancing every now and then from his face to below as if unsure of where to look first. 

“You gonna keep looking or actually do something, Halfie?” He smirks, seeing Shouto’s resistance snap with each passing moment. 

Shouto groans, hands coming up to Katsuki’s inner thighs, pushing him even wider. 

“God, Katsuki, you prepped yourself for me?” 

He murmurs, fingers tracing around where the string is held beside his hole by one of Katsuki’s fingers.

Katsuki huffs, “I knew you would’ve pounced on me the second I stepped through that door.”

Shouto makes a sound that can be passed as an attempt for a snort. 

“You’re so thoughtful.” 

Katsuki’s about to retort at that statement when Shouto, for the second time this hour, goes back to his knees, face to face with his spread open hole. 

“I’ll make sure to show you how grateful I am.” Is all he warns before swiping a tongue against his entrance. “Thank you for the meal.”

The warm slickness makes Katsuki jump, snapping his head down at the red and white strands between his legs. 

“H-hey! I told you I’m— nnh… prepped already no need for allat!” 

He tries pushing his head away but the action only seems to spur Shouto on. Circling his tongue around his hole before sucking sloppily on it making the blond mewl high and whiny. 

“You sound so good.” He feels Shouto’s cold breath whispered onto his hole making him shiver. Katsuki doesn’t know whether it was meant for him or his bottom.

Momentarily, Shouto looks up at him, eyes half lidded and so far gone he doesn’t even look like his usual self. It sends an electric jolt up his spine.

Shouto smirks, a toothy wide grin flashed before going back down to business. 

He starts with sucking and kissing the rim all tongue with spit dripping down onto the counter as he goes on. Then there’s more pressure at his entrance. Todoroki’s tongue prying it open little by little while his hole tries desperately sucking it in deeper.

Katsuki hisses with impatience, hips rising by themselves, trying to grind onto Shouto’s face. Half-and-half notices this and smiles up at him, a mocking grin playing at his lips as he pushes Katsuki’s hips down with a bruising grip.

“F-fuck, asshole. Stop teasing me…”

He doesn’t stop his ministrations, prodding a finger alongside his tongue to stretch the opening apart.

Katsuki’s back arches, feet slipping off the counter around Shouto’s head.

“Mhh… you taste like strawberries.” The man hums, licking his lips as he adds a second finger to the stretch, thrusting them leisurely.

He says it as if discussing the weather and not about the flavour of lube Katsuki had used to stretch his ass with, knowing it’s Shouto’s favourite flavour.

Katsuki bites his lip, teeth piercing into the flesh until he can feel copper in on his tongue. 

“Stop- fuck, you don’t need to do that—“

His voice comes out strained, cut off by the choked sound escaping his throat.

Fingers proud around his walls, scissoring to stretch him apart making Katsuki’s back arch impossibly higher with his head thrown back.

“Look so pretty on my fingers, love.” He purrs from underneath, thrusting faster before adding a third finger to the tight fit. 

His rim squeezes around the intrusion, walls clenching wildly. Every movement sends Katsuki twitching and mewling, tears forming in his eyes from the insistent pressure inside.

“Wanna see how many you can fit.” He says, out of breath as if he’s the one getting his ass dug out. “See how well you’ve prepared for me.”

“N-no need!” Katsuki screams, thighs shaking as they twitch around Shouto’s head. 

Icyhot doesn’t listen. Even if he does, he doesn’t seem to care, giving Katsuki a reassuring smile. He does so while simultaneously driving his fingers deep inside, reaching spots Katsuki couldn’t while preparing himself; curling the digits and hitting the bundle of nerves deep inside that makes his vision white out.

He squeals like a gutted pig, eyebrows screwed together as Shouto hits his prostate dead on again, and again, and again.

And he doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t so much as slow down when Katsuki tries pushing him away. Trembling hands trying to force the man off but Shouto doesn’t care.

He does it faster. Harder. 

Katsuki’s ripping out strands of hair out of his scalp at this point. He distantly hears himself saying something which could be a series of it being too much and Shouto’s name over and over again.

Shouto’s hand holds him open through it all, pushing his fingers deeper while sucking at the head of his cock through the lacy fabric of his thong. 

His pinky rubs around the tight rim, almost teasing before pushing it alongside the three fingers in him.

“Wonder if you can take my fist.” Shouto muses, a smirk evident in his voice.

That’s all it takes for Katsuki to throw his head back, mouth open around a soundless screech as his thighs close over Shouto’s head, holding him in place as he pours semen into his panties. 

It takes a moment for things to come down after that. Shouto’s fingers still working him open, thrusting lazily while he presses kisses all around the sensitive skin of his perineum.

“There you are. Did so good, baby.” He murmurs, finally pulling his fingers out slowly making Katsuki hiss at the sudden emptiness.

His lips press kisses all over his face. Tongue running over his cheek adding to the wetness there before Katsuki realises: oh, he’d been crying. All while Shouto fingered him without an inch of his life.

“Ready to take me now?” Shouto whispers, teeth biting at the shell of his ear.

The warm tone makes Katsuki lean further back into his embrace. Automatically nodding at whatever preposition Shouto could be implying. 

His brain catches up to what’s happening a second too late when he feels something burning hot prodding at his hole. It’s too big and definitely too hard to be anything other than what he thinks it is.

“No—“ he tries pushing him away, withering on the counter, uselessly straining his overused muscles to somehow get away from the blunt tip of Shouto’s head rubbing against his slick rim. 

“Get off. I—It’s too much, I can’t.” 

“You said you wanted me to.”

The head pushes harder, forcing his rim to open up around it. 

Katsuki groans, the almost pain-like pleasure turning his brain to mush. Despite how oversensitive his skin feels, Shouto doesn’t falter. Thrusting his hips— almost humping at the entrance as the tip sloppily rubs over his crotch.

“Fuckin’ hell! I said— stop!—“

“Shh,” a hand wraps around his throat, not tightening, just holding him to look straight into the grey and turquoise of Shouto’s eyes while his rim battles with the heated head of his dick. “Calm down, I’ll take it slow.”

He shakes his head in his grip, tears threatening to spill from their place in his eyes.

Shouto tuts at him, his other hand coming to pet Katsuki’s head, almost soothingly if it weren’t for the hand he has around his throat and the dick trying to bully its way inside his guts.

“I can’t—“ 

“You will.” Shouto says with finality, pushing his hips as the head catches at his rim.

Katsuki can feel the precum oozing out of the tip, smearing it around the hole and adding to the slippery mess there.

He opens up too easily around the head, traitorous muscles twitching around the intrusion while simultaneously trying to swallow it at the same time.

“Doing so good.” Shouto whispers, voice strained, almost like an affirmation as he kisses his temple.

The hand around his throat slides down to his chest, groping at the muscle there.

Katsuki can’t help but moan. A breathless thing when Shouto begins circling the tip of an icy finger around the areola. His hips inch further, pushing his walls apart, carving a space for himself.

“Fuck— slow down, it hurts—“

He pinches his nipple, hard. Tugging at it and twisting it in its hold, making Katsuki’s back arch, chest pushed into the air.

Shouto’s tip pushes in, engulfed immediately by the heat of Katsuki’s insides, making both of them groan.

“Fuck! You’re soo big…” He chokes, drool pooling in his mouth that he can’t bother swallowing down. Not when it feels like there’s a dick spearing his guts apart.

He feels Shouto’s chest vibrate before he even hears his laughter. Leaning back, he comes into view in all his glory of lust-ridden eyes, fingers still pinching Katsuki’s nipples, the other hand spreading him apart while his hips carefully inch in and out.

The man watches as his tip slides in and out. Almost pulling out before thrusting back in, entranced by the way Katsuki opens up around the girth.

Despite the careful preparation and plenty of lube he’d used before, Katsuki can never get used to just how big Shouto is. How the curved tip rams at an awkward angle into his walls, bordering on painful.

But the moment it hits that bundle of nerves in him—

He moves his hips, “There it is.”

Katsuki screams. There are no words behind it, only the ringing in his ear as his hands try clawing into something. That something turns out to be Shouto’s bare back, nails digging into his skin, making Shouto hiss.

“Nghh— right there!” He moans as Shouto grinds his hips against his prostate. The tip slides back and forth on the swollen gland, making more tears well up in his eyes. “Fu-fuck…”

Both hands grip Katsuki’s hips tightly, holding him down in place before he’d even realised that he’d been grinding his hips down on the cock inside of him. 

Katsuki whines, only for Shouto to click his tongue.

“And here I was trying to be a little thoughtful by taking it slow.” He sighs, pulling his hips back till only the tip remains inside. “I should’ve known with how impatient you are, just the tip would never be enough for you, would it?”

“Wha—“ 

He thrusts forward. One singular snap of his hips that forces his dick through the slippery walls, deep inside of him. 

Katsuki can’t fathom forming words anymore. His mind is at war whether to listen to his hole that craves for it deeper, faster, more; or the oversensitive walls clenching tightly, trying to reject the intrusion. 

He pushes away, hips rising from the counter, legs trying to find ground.

Shouto crowds him in, leaning forward to thrust him back against the cool granite, pushing his dick deeper along with it.

“Anh— shit, it’s too much! Take it out!”

Katsuki chokes out, trying to swallow down the absurd amount of saliva pooling in his mouth. He wants to throw up with just how deep he can feel Shouto inside of him. Wants to take it out but wants it deeper at the same time.

“Your hole is hugging me so tight, like it doesn’t want me to leave.” Shouto hums, drawing circles into his hips where his grip has loosened considerably.

“You want this.” He murmurs, tugging at his ear before thrusting. His cock slides in, past the bundle of nerves. Forcing the thicker part of his girth through the overworked rim.

Katsuki shakes his head frantically, not bothering to hold back his tears anymore as they fall freely from under dusty lashes.

“Don’t wan’ it— get out!—“

He screams when the tip bumps against something inside. Something deeper. 

Katsuki’s positive he’s never felt anything so deep inside of him. Shouto’s cock reaching places he hadn’t even known existed.

Shouto must feel it too. The added challenge of going further.

“You’re gonna take all of it?” He mutters, pulling Katsuki closer to the edge of the counter, having his legs dangle just above the floor.

“You’re gonna take the whole thing.” 

Katsuki falters, torn between gripping onto broad shoulders or the counter while tip-toeing for balance against the cool flooring underneath.

He’s trapped between the counter edge and the heat emanating from the man in front of him, gasping wildly as Shouto bounces him up and down, slowly taking more and more of him in.

The tp breaches past the curve inside him just as Shouto thrusts his hips up. Katsuki’s feet touch the floor, still having to stand on his toes while impaled onto what he’d assume is the entire length of Shouto’s dick.

Tears flow down his cheek. His head thrown back in a soundless yelp, chest pounding as his lungs struggle for air.

His hands scramble, failing to gain any semblance of support as he’s pushed against the counter behind. It bites awkwardly into his lower back while Shouto grips him by his ass cheeks, using it to pull him up and lower him down ever so slightly.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He hears him moan from above. “Even after having my fingers inside.”

Katsuki moans in response, his nails coming down onto Shouto’s back, scratching deep until he feels Shouto’s hips twitch back.

“Fuck— my back.”

He groans.

A useless, vengeful feeling flows through his head that he won’t be the only one who’ll leave with marks and bruises by the end of tonight.

That is, before Shouto hauls him up. Katsuki’s legs wrap around his middle instinctively, fingers gripping tightly against his shoulders as Shouto picks him up with ease. 

He bounces him up with a hup! All while Katsuki’s still impaled on his length. 

He squeals at the difference in angles and how Shouto’s tip gauges into his colon. He can almost feel the bulge forming behind the skin of his abdomen when Shouto begins walking away from the counter.

Each step tugs at the cock inside him, and Katsuki’s rim burns. Torn between wanting to stay plugged and wanting to reject the intrusion.

Katsuki internally sighs in relief at the thought of his back resting against the soft mattress of his bed— which he assumes is where Shouto’s carrying them both to.

His brain is too foggy and cock-hazy to even realise that Shouto’s stopped before he’s thrown against another counter. Specifically, the island in the middle of the kitchen, free of any utensils and kitchen items.

Shouto flips him onto his back, all without taking his cock out, and Katsuki mewls at the way his rim burns.

“What are you—“

“You said not to disturb your piercing, right?” Shouto runs a hand over his spine, making him twitch. “Now your piercing won’t bump into the counter.” 

“The fuck kinda logic—“

Shouto grinds his hips. It hits deep. So deep that Katsuki worries it’s going to pierce through his stomach. He rakes a hand over his abdomen, feeling the bulge there and pressing lightly over it.

Behind him, Shouto groans, his hips twitching. 

“You’re so tiny.” He accentuates it with a squeeze to his waist, gripping the skin there with ironclad force and pulling Katsuki down against the counter.

Katsuki yelps as his nipples and dick rub against the cool surface. He tries getting his hands below him to push himself up but stumbles down when Shouto’s cock begins to move.

He pulls out to the tip, rubs up and down his sides before slamming his hips back, creating a resounding slap around the room.

Katsuki throws his head back, biting into his fist to have something to do with them. Shouto immediately grabs onto his hair, pulling his head back so far he can feel the tension in his throat when he tries to swallow.

“Don’t silence yourself. Wanna hear you on my dick.” He murmurs before slamming in again, thrusting in and out while all Katsuki can do is take it.

Shouto, true to his words, takes it slow. Punishingly slow. His cock slides through the wet tunnel, digging all the way inside until Katsuki swears he can feel it in his throat. When he pulls out until only the head remains inside, Katsuki’s rim stretches out with it. He feels the air between them hit his insides as it’s dug out of him each time Shouto pulls out.

His toes curl behind him, hands stretched uselessly in front as his eyes roll into the back of his head. He flails around, trying to escape from the uncomfortable angle Shouto’s held his head back in.

Shouto must sense his discomfort as he lets go of his head.

In his moment of haze, Katsuki pulls forward at the same time as Shouto lets go, and ends up slamming his head against the counter so hard it makes Shouto stop.

“Holy shit, are you okay, baby?” He turns his face around, already cupping his forehead with a cool hand to feel for any bruising or something worse. “I’m so sorry, I swear I— fuck, are you hurt?”

Katsuki has his eyes clenched shut. He can feel the impact of the thud resounding around the back of his skull. But that’s not what he focuses on.

 His attention is wholly focused on the persistent throbbing in his scalp where Shouto’s scalding hot fingers had gripped him.

“Do— do that again.” He grumbles.

Shouto pauses from behind, his dick still halfway inside his ass. “What?” 

“I said,” Katsuki clenches his walls, making Shouto shift inside. “Do that— pull my hair again.”

“A-are you sure you’re not hurt? We can stop—“

Katsuki growls at even the thought of stopping now when he’s gaping and twitching around Shouto’s hard cock. 

“I said do it again! Pull my fuckin’ hair like a real man, you asshole!—“

He’s lifted almost halfway off the counter, his front arching downward as his head cranes back so far he can feel his pulse thundering in his ear. 

He lets out a moan so loud he’s sure his neighbours heard. And probably anybody living on the same floor as them.

The pain in his head is secondary when Shouto starts moving again. His dick hitting all the right spots from this angle, pressing against his prostate every time he shifts.

“Like this?” Shouto says, tugging at the strands in his hand. 

Katsuki moans wantonly, drool pouring from the sides of his mouth.

“Fuuck, yes!” 

He hears himself pouring out a fountain of curses every time Shouto thrusts in, his cock reaching deep and bulging out just below his navel.

“Shit, you’re clenching so tight every time I tug your head back.” Shouto moans behind him, low and breathy. It makes Katsuki’s cock twitch from underneath him where it’s trapped between his own weight and the counter.

“You really like that, huh?” Shouto muses, picking up the speed in his thrusts. 

Katsuki nods— or tries to, despite the hold Shouto has on his head. Tears flow freely from his eyes, tracking down his throat.

“Fuck— you’re so tight, angel. Wanna stay inside you forever.” Shouto groans, wrapping his other hand around his throat.

Katsuki gasps, his lungs struggling to take in air with the added pressure of Shouto’s palm around his throat.

“Bet you love this too, huh?” Shouto emphasizes with a squeeze, wrapping his fingers around his neck, constricting the vessels under each finger. “You like being choked, Katsuki?” 

“Fuck— I want— do-don’t, so hard..-“ He chokes out, unable to form coherent sentences when Shouto’s ramming his dick so deep inside his guts. He feels his insides shifting and clenching around the shaft, rearranging themselves however Shouto wants.

Both hands squeeze around his throat now, using it to pull him back and forth while Shouto quickens his pace. 

Katsuki’s dick weeps, precum wetting his abs with the tell-tale twitches of his upcoming orgasm. 

“I-I’m gonna—“ He squeezes his eye shut, feeling blood rush to his head. He can barely breathe now, air trickling into his chest, barely able to leave his lungs. “I can’t— too much, Shou’…”

His voice strained, pulse hammering in his ears so loud it drowns out the sound of Shouto grunting behind him. His vision starts blurring, his balls tightening up with the urge to pump cum out.

He’s so close to his orgasm it’s almost painful. He slides a hand down to his dick, finishing himself as Shouto leans his chest against his back.

Shouto lets up on his throat and Katsuki gasps, sucking air into his lungs as he crashes toward the counter again. Shouto is quick to grab his hands from under him and pin them together behind his back.

“Are you touching yourself, Katsuki?” 

Katsuki groans, shoulders straining from being locked behind him. 

Shouto’s one palm is enough to cover over both of his wrists, the other hand wrapping around his waist.

“Why are you touching your cock?” Shouto rumbles from behind him, his voice heavy with his probable pending orgasm and something else emerging underneath.

“I— I was gonna cum, you bastard…” He mutters, throat strained and tongue heavy, still trying to recover from the loss of oxygen. 

Shouto clicks his tongue, shoving himself to the hilt. 

Katsuki whimpers, his hole twitching around the base of Shouto’s cock.

“We both know you can cum untouched, don’t insult me.” He pinches his nipple, tugging at it and rolling it between a forefinger and a thumb, making Katsuki arch his chest more.

“Fuck— I can’t—“ he chokes, mewling at the end of the sentence when Shouto starts sucking a hickey at the back of his ear.

His hips piston faster, shoving himself so hard it pushes Katsuki up against the counter. The other man keeps pulling him back onto his cock each time he pulls out through the grip around his wrists. Katsuki can feel his shoulders curse him tomorrow for straining so hard.

“So good.” He licks a stripe from in between his shoulders, up to his nape. “Made for my cock, Katsuki.” He groans, biting down with another hard thrust.

It washes over him too quickly. Too sudden to even warn Shouto as he fucks him through his orgasm.

Katsuki screams, his body tightening up, walls spasming around Shouto as he feels his cock pulse: spurting thin, leaky fluid over the counter. 

Shouto pumps his cock a few more times before letting out a deep groan, muffled into Katsuki’s skin as he finishes inside.

Katsuki can feel him pulsing with each spurt as warm liquid trickles deep inside of his colon, knowing that he’ll probably not be able to clean himself out properly.

The thought of having to dig inside his ass and not be able to rid Shouto’s mark from inside of him has him clenching tighter, making Shouto moan. 

“Fuck— how much cum are you gonna dump inside, you bastard.” He groans, feeling the heaviness seep into his insides. 

The bulge against his navel begins to grow, until Shouto’s tip can’t be seen anymore and it just looks like Katsuki’s bloated from a meal.

“Can’t help it. Your hole’s too good at milking me.”

Katsuki sneers, “Gross.”

Shouto begins moving his hips, pumping his cum deeper inside, and Katsuki moans softly. Pushing away at Shouto’s bicep, his body beyond overstimulated— until he realises: 

Shouto’s still hard. 

He’s only cum once while Katsuki has finished thrice. 

“No.” Katsuki tries, flailing his legs behind him, trying to shimmy away on the counter.

Shouto’s grip tightens on his wrists, reminding him of the weight that’s still sprawled on top of his back.

“No, stop. I can’t anymore—“ He hisses when Shouto starts grinding his hips deep inside, the cum creating squelching noises in his ass. 

“I-I’m gonna die, you asshole! Get off me!” 

Shouto presses against his back, pushing him back down. “You won’t die.” He can almost hear the smirk behind his voice.

Katsuki thrashes, over-strained muscles failing to push against Shouto.

“Please, Shou’— It’s too much.” Tears gather in the corners of his eyes once more; he tries turning around to glance at the other man only to have him stare right at him, pumping his hips back and forth, raring to go again.

“You don’t know yet.” He kisses up his spine, sucking a mark at the base of his neck where his vertebrae pop out. “Don’t know how thankful I am for your gift yet.”

Katsuki glowers, “I get it! Get off me already—“

“No.” 

Shouto pushes him down, leaning away to pull his hips back until just the tip is resting against his hole. The pucker gapes and winks at him, almost enticingly.

Katsuki can feel the air hitting his insides as Shouto teases at the opening.

“I know you can keep going, baby. Just a little more.” He kisses down his back, scattering them all over his back and his strained biceps.

“I can’t, Shouto.” Katsuki pleads, tears flowing, trying to thrash against the hold once more.

It’s all futile as Shouto drags him back and up, his back stuck to Shouto’s chest as he runs his hand all over his front. 

The cum splattered all over his abdomen is rubbed into his skin like lotion. It feels disgusting, and Katsuki cringes at it before Shouto flicks his nipples, massaging the muscles of his chest with both hands.

“Calm down, love.” He whispers, peppering kisses to the side of his face. “I’ll take care of you.”

Katsuki all but melts at the hands massaging his overworked muscles. His body relaxes into the warm embrace, jello legs threatening to buckle under his weight. 

“Please, bed—“ he tries before his knees buckle, too tired to hold up his weight. 

Shouto looks almost expectant as he swipes an arm under his chest, holding him upright.

More kisses are offered to the side of his head before Shouto stuffs his face into the crook of his neck, sniffing and licking the sensitive skin there. 

“Smell so good.”

Katsuki grimaces, eyes half-lidded. “I smell like a cum rag.”

He can feel the grin Shouto presses into his throat as he chuckles, low and breathy.

The warm breath hitting his skin sends the hair standing over his arms. Katsuki suddenly feels too chilly, remembering that he’s currently presented in nothing but a ridiculous pink thong in the middle of Shouto’s kitchen.

“Alright, up you go,” Shouto hauls him up, arms holding him from his thighs, spreading him wide open from behind.

“What the fuck—“

Shouto grinds his hips up, making Katsuki all too aware of the heat his dick is radiating directly against Katsuki’s hole.

He tries flailing. “Stop— let’s take a break at least—“

“We did take a break.” He says, turning Katsuki over to the wall behind them.

“Shouto, I’m still—“

Shouto shoves him against the wall, Katsuki having nothing but the plain, white, cement wall to hold onto.

His front presses up uncomfortably against the rough surface while Shouto presses up behind him, grinding his hips up into him.

“Be good.” Shouto whispers— almost a command as he thrusts forward, pulling Katsuki over his dick in one motion.

The sound Katsuki lets out doesn’t even sound like him, his face smushed against the wall.

His hole stretches to accommodate Shouto’s dick once more, walls parting and curving with muscle memory.

“Fuck, ’s like your body remembers the shape of me,” Shouto moans, sucking marks into his shoulder.

He pulls him up and down, front rubbing against the wall, making Katsuki twitch with overstimulation.

“Shou’, wait, my dick, I—“ he chokes, not able to gasp for breath as Shouto bounces him on his dick, using gravity to impale Katsuki onto his entire length.

It somehow feels bigger like this. Like Shouto’s reaching deeper, fucking the breath directly out from his lungs.

“My dick, it’s— it hurts!—“

Shouto kisses his head, almost like soothing a child. “Now you can touch your cock like you wanted to. Aren’t you happy?”

Katsuki cries, head dropping back into Shouto’s chest. He feels wholly trapped and devoured.

Shouto cages him against the wall like a beast, pressing kisses and licking all over his skin, hands holding him open with such cruel grip Katsuki’s sure he’s going to be covered in handprints tomorrow. Even his cock can’t escape from where it’s trapped against the wall and Katsuki’s own weight. 

He feels pressure building low in his gut. It feels different. Unlike the usual pressure in his balls when he’s about to cum. It feels more like…

“Shouto, stop!” 

A little fight comes back to him as he starts thrashing again. Trying to twist himself in Shouto’s grip, tugging at his wrist from under his thighs.

Shouto thrusts harder, shoving Katsuki impossibly low on his cock until he’s gorged up to the hilt.

“I’m serious! I— i’m… fuck!—“

He gasps, unable to hold himself steady, gripping onto Shouto’s hair and pressing his face into his side.

“Please— I’m gonna fuckin’ piss…”

He whispers embarrassingly low, his face feeling hotter than ever at the admission.

Shouto simply presses closer, his pace not faltering once, instead getting faster.

“I don’t mind, go ahead.”

Katsuki doesn’t know how to stress the fact that he very much so does care. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to look at Shouto in the eye again if he pisses all over his wall and his dick.

“You fuck— you freak!..” he swallows around the mouthful of saliva pouring down his mouth, clenching his eyes shut to hold back from releasing whatever it is trying to escape his dick.

The tension from holding back has his lower half tighten up, every muscle squeezing tight until Shouto’s groaning into his ear, his breaths coming hot and heavy.

“Fuck— do that again.” 

The jolting and pulling doesn’t help when Katsuki tries clenching again. His balls keep slamming against the wall, dick rubbed raw and red, from the rough treatment and oversensitivity.

He clamps his jaw shut, teeth grinding against each other as he throws his head back impossibly further, holding back the groan building in his chest.

Shouto slams in, pressing right against his abdomen so hard it jostles his dick, making it spurt—

Katsuki sees white.

There’s no holding it back now as clear liquid flows out like a fountain, splattering all over the white wall, dripping down his thighs and all over the floor.

Shouto moans aloud, his hips stuttering.

“Oh my god—“

It doesn’t stop pouring; the liquid flows until his dick looks wilted and spent, flopping around uselessly between thrusts.

His ears hear static, brain flushed out through his dick. He slumps back completely, hands fallen at his side as he phases in and out of consciousness.

Shouto is quick to jostle him up, straightening his back against his chest and wrapping a hand around his throat. Tightly.

“Clench your walls.” He orders.

Katsuki doesn’t have the energy to deny. It takes almost everything in him to process the words and tighten his ass. 

The response is immediate.

Shouto’s hips seize up, dick buried to the hilt inside the warmth of Katsuki’s inside as he pours what must be all the cum in his balls inside Katsuki’s hole.

He thrusts a handful of times more, pushing it deeper until Katsuki sobs, lengthening his own orgasm as the fog finally takes over Katsuki into unconsciousness. 

.

When he opens his eyes, it’s the next day. Still too early for the world to be up apart from the birds singing outside. 

A faint beam of light scatters across the floor as Katsuki lifts his head, only for his muscles to cramp up. His shoulders feel like they were popped out of their sockets. Despite the various aches in his body, he feels weirdly well-rested.

He grumbles, turning around to face the room—

Shouto, looking equally as messed up as Katsuki feels, rests away peacefully beside him, sprawled over his stomach.

Katsuki then feels everything at once. The mustiness of what must be a mixture of sweat and cum and all sorts of other liquids splat across his skin. A lot of it has crusted— especially between his legs. 

His ass feels especially sore when he tries to sit up, every muscle in his body protesting against the movement.

He picks the blanket off him, the conclusion from yesterday’s activities finally making itself clear. 

Bruises scattered all across his skin, ranging from purple and blue sores over his abdomen and chest to bites littered around his inner thighs and probably behind.

The most prominent are the hand-shaped scars printed across his inner thighs, his hips, and his waist. He’ll probably have to put ointment on those later.

He’s pretty sure his dick has friction burns too.

His hands offer no support when he tries to lift himself off the bed— along with the muscles in his legs, which buckle under him as soon as he tries as much as getting up.

Okay, so no walking today.

The sound of sheets pulls his attention to the figure beside him. 

The blanket, previously covering Shouto’s frame, falls off as the man lifts himself up.

And boy, does he not look any better.

He, too, bears his own battle scars—hickeys on his neck and scratches across his shoulders. When Shouto twists his upper body, he can see the scratches extend down to his back.

Katsuki’s ego flares up with pride. Along with his rage when memories of last night concerning the other man rush back to him.

“G’mornin’….” The man rumbles, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Fuck you,” He croaks out in response, smushing his face against the pillow, deciding the battle against his muscles is a futile one.

He can feel throbbing in his head that wasn’t there before. Even over his forehead, a pain that he doesn’t remember ever getting an injury for.

Shouto chuckles lightly, pressing a peck to his cheek before pushing a water bottle into Katsuki’s face. Katsuki glares at it for only a moment before opening his mouth to suck on the straw, relishing in the way it soothes the ache in his throat.

While Shouto stretches his arms up over his head, cracking his neck, Katsuki takes the chance to take in the sight of him.

Red lines etched deep into porcelain, pale skin. There’s dried-up blood over his neck too, which he probably assumes is from all the moving around.

Katsuki can almost forgive everything that had happened just from that sight alone.

Shouto hisses, a hand coming down to rub at his shoulder.

“Is there something on my back? It hurts like hell.” 

Katsuki smirks.

He guesses he can get away with being a little mean today.

“Nah, probably bedbugs.”

Shouto mumbles something under his bed before sighing and passing a wobbly, sickeningly sweet smile back at Katsuki.

His face heats up despite himself.

Four rounds of milking his cock clean and a smile is what makes his breath stutter. Gross.

“Don’t stare at me. Get me a fucking washcloth, you dog.” He throws a pillow on the other’s face, which Shouto catches with ease. Much to his disappointment.

“Whatever you say, angel.”