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“Katsuki,” Shouto breathes out in pleasant surprise. He’s just gotten back to the dorms after a day and a half spent with his family. Their home situation is steadily progressing yet Shouto can’t deny the tension still palpable in the air, especially when everyone is present on the dining table.

That’s not to say Shouto doesn’t love his family. He does, very much so, and he would like to continue visiting them in the hopes of healing the wounds that they’ve all suffered. But also, Shouto wants to take a week-long nap to recover from that one-day event.

“The fuck are you gawking over there for? Close the damn door and come in here, you doofus,” Katsuki’s gruff voice and familiar insults jolt Shouto awake to the present. Right, Katsuki.

“What are you doing in my room?” Shouto asks, his throat feels dry and his voice comes out much scratchier than he thought it’d be. He does go inside his room though, and he closes the door behind him, turning the lock to secure it.

Katsuki is lying down on Shouto’s laid-out futon in his favorite black shirt and pants. Shouto knows Katsuki laid it out himself because Shouto is sure he tucked it away in his closet when he left just the other day. Katsuki sits up on the futon with a raised brow. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, jerking his head in Shouto’s direction.

“I thought ‘might as well’. Knowing you, you’d just drop your damn bags and run back down to my room anyways,” Katsuki scoffs, his gaze challenging Shouto to refute his claims. Shouto can’t help the fond chuckle that escapes his lips.

“You know me too well,” He smiles as he fully enters his room, shoulders sagging in relief once the slight shock does down. He’s careful not to actually ‘drop’ his bags onto the tatami floors but as he kneels down onto the futon in front of Katsuki, he feels his fatigue start to win over him, and he staggers forward. Katsuki easily catches him in his arms though and Shouto winds his own arms around his boyfriend’s middle.

“Tough meeting?” Katsuki asks as he maneuvers Shouto so that they’re lying side-by-side, arms securely wrapped around each other. He keeps his voice low, though he can never get the throaty edge off of it, making him sound rough. Shouto basks in the familiarity.

“Not really. It went well – Nee-chan and mom cooked great meals together and even Natsu-nii was with us the whole time. We… went to visit Touya-nii in the hospital but as expected, he’s still asleep,” Shouto recounts his day in a brief summary. Already, he feels himself get drowsy now that he can fully relax and let go.

Fingers card through Shouto’s hair softly and Katsuki’s chest rumbles as he hums at Shouto’s story. Shouto snuggles closer into Katsuki’s embrace, finding immense comfort in his boyfriend’s warmth. Shouto may be the one with the temperature-based quirk between the both of them but Shouto would argue that Katsuki gives the best hugs because of his even body temperature.

Katsuki lets himself be smothered with only a resigned sigh for a complaint. Shouto tucks himself underneath Katsuki’s chin, his eyes closing as he feels himself get closer to a much-needed sleep.

“Rest. It’ll be a few hours before lunch, anyways,” Katsuki grumbles out, but his fingers continue their gentle caresses. Shouto smiles when he feels the faintest pressure against his crown, knowing that Katsuki gave him a kiss there.

“Will you make me soba later?” comes the almost expected request, slurred sleepily into Katsuki’s neck. Katsuki simply rolls his eyes and yanks Shouto’s hair lightly in slight reprimand.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll make your damn soba. Go to sleep already,” Katsuki clicks his tongue and Shouto chuckles at the adorable and anticipated reaction. Shouto himself presses his lips lightly against Katsuki’s Adam’s apple before he truly settles in, letting Katsuki’s warmth consume him into a dreamless and restful sleep.

Shouto wakes feeling refreshed, as if he just had a full night’s sleep in the span of probably less than two hours. He first got aware of the warmth that’s surrounding him, then at the steady rhythm of heartbeats in his ear, and finally at the calloused fingers still caressing his head.

He hums in satisfaction, releasing a soft exhale before he snuggles closer into Katsuki’s chest. He hears a soft click above him.

“I know you’re awake. Get up, your soba’s ain’t gonna make itself,” the rough words are said softly, Katsuki knows best that Shouto’s senses are sensitive right after waking up.

“Five more minutes, Katsuki,” Shouto bargains sleepily, a smile pulling up his lips as he nuzzles Katsuki’s chest.

“What are you, a kid? Come on, get up,” Katsuki pulls at his hair until Shouto’s face detaches from Katsuki’s skin and Shouto groans in protest. He doesn’t fight back though and lets his eyes flutter open, his gaze meeting Katsuki’s carmine eyes.

“Have you napped?”

“No, I was too busy looking after your ass,” Katsuki scoffs like it was an offense to even insinuate that Katsuki naps during the day, being the hyper-productive man that he is.

“I felt like I had a full night’s rest. Thanks, Katsuki,” Shouto sighs as he turns on his back before he stretches his arms over his head. Katsuki snorts and sits up, stretching himself as well.

“You slept like a goddamn baby. You were even snoring,” Katsuki teases with a grin. Shouto only huffs an amused breath before he too sits up.

“Go on and freshen up. I’ll get the food started,” Katsuki says eventually and then he’s standing, walking towards the door. Shouto only manages to catch up by a hair and Katsuki jumps in slight surprise when Shouto wraps an arm around him before he feels a soft kiss on his nape.

Katsuki turns around immediately, a flush working its way up his face as he glares up at his smiling boyfriend, slapping a hand to the back of his neck as if to protect it. “Get your ass into the bathroom right this second or I swear to god!”

Shouto only chuckles before leaning in to kiss Katsuki’s cheek instead, causing the blond to gawk and splutter even more. “I’ll be quick. Wait for me downstairs,” Shouto says in finality and Katsuki continues to scowl at him before he swings Shouto’s door open and slams it hard when he leaves.

Shouto watches the door with a dopey grin for a few more silent seconds. He shakes his head to get himself out of his stupor, chuckling lightly at how cute Katsuki is being. This is far from the first time Katsuki’s pampered him after a trip back home. In fact, this is quite the routine for them.

At first, Katsuki only wordlessly offered a plate of cold soba for Shouto to feast on during meal times. Then cuddling got introduced once they started dating, until eventually, Shouto’s instinct is to seek out Katsuki the day he goes back to the dorms.

This is the first time, however, that Katsuki came to him first. Katsuki is never resisting despite his colorful vocabulary and flaming cheeks – he always indulges Shouto and it doesn’t escape Shouto’s notice how Katsuki’s eyes gleam in satisfaction whenever he takes care of Shouto.

Katsuki has just finished plating up Shouto’s cold soba when he comes into the kitchen. He talked briefly with his friends in the common room and Katsuki has an impatient scowl on his face when Shouto finally comes in.

“Took you long enough,” he rolls his eyes before bringing a plate and a bowl to the table, sliding Shouto’s cold soba across to him. Katsuki has his own bowl of hot soba and he places it down and he sits in front of Shouto.

Some of their friends came to greet and talk to them while preparing their own meals and in more than one occasion does Katsuki gets heckled into trying to get him to cook something for the others. He always explosively refuses though and Shouto only fondly watches the exchange happen in front of him.

Shouto has a sudden realization when they’re washing their plates once they’re done. “Ah, I missed out on my cleaning duties yesterday… I gotta apologize to Satou,” Shouto hums as he passes the last dish he rinsed.

“Mn? You don’t have to do that,” Katsuki says with a frown as he wipes the dish with a towel before setting it on the rack to air dry. Shouto turns to Katsuki with a confused look.

“I knew you had cleaning duty yesterday so I took it.” Shouto feels his heart skip a beat at those words.

“Then, let me cover your next cleaning day.”

“It’s not a big deal. Come on, hurry up and dry your hands. You need to catch up on your homework. You’re still not finished with math, right?” Katsuki is still frowning, almost pouting as if he wants Shouto to drop the subject.

‘Ah,’ Shouto thinks, feeling rather misty-eyed. He feels like the luckiest man in the world right about now and the object of his affections is staring at him with a concerned frown the more Shouto stands there to admire his beauty.

“Katsuki, I love you,” he feels compelled to say. Right there in the public space of the shared kitchen of their dorm with his hands dripping with sudsy water. Katsuki gawks at him silently for a few moments, jaw dropping just slightly in incredulity.

“What the fuck!? Don’t just— say that!!” Katsuki looks really cute when he’s flustered, Shouto notes dreamily. Katsuki is gripping the drying rag in his hands. His eyes are blazing with anger and embarrassment as his face flames tomato red.

In a fit of rage, Katsuki throws the towel into Shouto’s face and of course it lands squarely on its target, covering Shouto’s sight and smothering his nose with the scent of the damp rag. When he removes the towel from his face, it’s to the sight of Katsuki marching out of the kitchen, grumbling in irritation to the point that he snapped at poor Midoriya for just passing by him to the kitchen.

Shouto chuckles to himself, greeting Midoriya and bidding him a good day with a pat on his shoulder. He doesn’t dilly-dally for too long in the common room and he follows Katsuki back to the elevators.

Katsuki is hunching in on himself with a scowl as he waits for the elevator to open. He’s impatiently tapping his foot on the floor and he doesn’t spare Shouto a glance. The both of them get on the elevator and Katsuki, very violently, punches the button for the fifth floor and nothing else. Shouto smiles.

The elevator ride is quiet and Shouto, as innocuously as possible, sidles up to Katsuki until their shoulders are barely touching. Shouto hears Katsuki click his tongue softly, but he doesn’t move away. Shouto’s lips pull up into an even wider smile.

Katsuki steps out of the elevator first and of course, Shouto follows along wordlessly. Katsuki’s also the one who opens his door and ushers Shouto inside.

“Bring out your notes. The faster we do this, the better,” Katsuki instructs gruffly as he sits down onto Shouto’s still laid-out futon. Shouto’s not so terrible with his studies – quite the contrary in fact. Yet, it still makes him giddy how Katsuki takes the time to help Shouto with homework.

Like this, Shouto can continue to stare at Katsuki under the guise of listening to his instructions.

“I’ve started before I went home so there’s not much left,” Shouto says as he too sits down onto the futon with his notebooks in hand.

“Have you finished the other assignments?”

“Yeah. I just need to double check English,” Shouto nods as he spreads out his notes in between them. Katsuki picks up Shouto’s math notebook first and he scoots closer so that the both of them can see.

“Looks good so far. Continue where you left off, I’ll check your other homework,” Katsuki dismisses and passes the notebook back to Shouto’s hands before picking up another and flipping through it to the recently filled pages.

They work in relative silence with Katsuki breaking the ice every few minutes when he finds something that needs correcting. Doing homework may not be one of Shouto’s favorite activities, but it’s more than bearable when Katsuki is with him. Plus, there’s the after that Shouto is also looking forward to.

He breezes through his remaining math assignment and the corrections Katsuki points out. Soon Shouto is packing his notes back in his bag.

“Good job today,” Katsuki hums casually, yet Shouto preens all the same as he sits right next to Katsuki so that he can cuddle him. Shouto winds his arms around his boyfriend’s middle and he chuckles when he hears Katsuki let out a long-suffering sigh. They both know what comes next and Shouto’s excited.

“Then, can I get my reward now?” Shouto asks hopefully, his tone playful yet expectant. It always happens like this, especially when they’re doing homework together. Shouto may not exactly enjoy doing homework but it’s after the fact that Shouto is always looking forward to.

“I never said I’m giving you a damn reward,” Katsuki grouses out, crossing his arms in front of him, yet he lets Shouto continue to hug and lean closer to him. Shouto simply smiles.

“Then, since you’ve taken such good care of me, will you let me take care of you this time?” Shouto’s voice lowers in tone, almost in a teasing whisper and it doesn’t escape his notice how the skin on Katsuki’s neck rises in goosebumps.

“As if what you’re gonna do is some selfless act of chivalry, you prick,” Katsuki scoffs as he turns to face Shouto only to be met with lips sealing against his own. Katsuki squawks gracelessly, but Shouto is quick to bring a hand to Katsuki’s cheek and tilt his head just so to kiss him more properly.

Katsuki rolls his eyes behind squinted lids, yet he closes them eventually and presses his lips back, sighing loudly against Shouto’s face. Shouto hums in reply and deepens the kiss by pressing closer. Although, they keep their contact chaste for now.
Shouto pulls back eventually, huffing out a breath as he smiles. “I really like kissing you, Katsuki,” he confesses softly in the space between their faces. Katsuki merely pouts and his brows scrunch together in a frown.

“Why the fuck did you stop then, asshole?” Katsuki almost growls out as if he haven’t had his fill of the kiss. Which, he really hasn’t.

Shouto chuckles and manhandles Katsuki until the shorter teen is straddling Shouto’s lap, his legs folded on either side of Shouto’s thighs. Katsuki willingly goes along and even places his hands on Shouto’s shoulder to stabilize himself.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be stopping for long,” Shouto smirks up at Katsuki’s pouting face and the blond scowls as heat travels up his cheeks, the redness blooming into a pretty blush. Shouto coos at the sight before he leans in and continues their chaste kisses.

Shouto pecks Katsuki’s lips once, twice, thrice, before moving to kiss the sides of his face and then his cheeks, towards his nose, up his forehead. Then down again to his lips. Katsuki tries not to whine and make embarrassing sounds as Shouto continues to lay soft kisses on his face, but he does bite Shouto’s lip lightly when he comes back down to kiss Katsuki on the lips.

Shouto laughs soundlessly at Katsuki’s little revenge, yet he obliges his boyfriend and lets his tongue come out and play. Katsuki’s mouth opens easily for Shouto and soon they’re exchanging deeper kisses that gets Katsuki weak in the knees.

Shouto licks inside Katsuki’s mouth languidly, tasting the last hints of lunch on his tongue mingled with Katsuki’s own unique flavor. Katsuki reciprocates as best he can, pushing his tongue against Shouto’s, trying to push the kiss back into Shouto’s mouth instead.

They continue to make out heatedly for a while, little sighs and sounds of pleasure escaping their lips. Shouto’s hands start to wander Katsuki’s torso, feeling up his sides and dragging the material of Katsuki’s shirt along with it. Soon, Shouto is detaching from Katsuki’s mouth briefly, strings of saliva breaking when they pull apart enough. Shouto flings off Katsuki’s shirt, leaving the shorter teen topless.

Shouto attaches his mouth to Katsuki’s neck then, kissing down from his jaw to the place where his neck and shoulder meet, biting down there intently and nibbling at the flesh. Katsuki is panting above him, already riled up from their heated kisses earlier.

Katsuki starts to grind down on Shouto, gyrating his hips in tight little circles to entice the taller teen even more. Shouto’s hands drop down to grab at Katsuki’s ass, squeezing the juicy globes and feeling the bouncy flesh spill over the gaps of his fingers as he squeezes.

Katsuki shudders and sighs in pleasure, especially when Shouto’s naughty mouth finds his nipples. Shouto sucks at a rosy bud, keeping his leisurely pace, yet cruelly dragging his teeth against the areola and the nub, causing Katsuki to jerk in electric pleasure.

“Fuck—” Katsuki curses out in a hiss, bringing one hand up to grab Shouto’s hair. He pushes his chest out, letting Shouto suckle on his nipple more forcefully. One of Shouto’s hands come up to fondle Katsuki’s other tit, kneading the soft flesh, feeling its give and bounce.

Katsuki is more purposeful in his grinding, dragging his ass across Shouto’s crotch until he can feel the other teen harden in his pants. Shouto shudders and bites at the nipple in his mouth, causing Katsuki to keen and arch his back.

“Get your – fucking clothes off – fuck!” Katsuki continues to curse, pulling Shouto’s head up by his hair and his other hand grips Shouto’s shirt, as if threatening to rip it off.

“Someone’s impatient,” Shouto chuckles roughly, his voice coming in gruff pants as he smirks up at Katsuki. Katsuki’s eyes are misty and his blush reaches down from the tips of his ears to the swell of his chest. ‘Cute,’ Shouto thinks fondly.

Katsuki simply growls and hauls himself backwards, causing him to fall onto the futon, bringing Shouto along with him. Shouto is surprised for only a second, before he’s bracing himself on his arms on either side of Katsuki’s head.

“Unless you want to get fucking blue balled for a week, get your ass moving and fuck me!”  Katsuki growls impatiently, his crimson eyes blazing with challenge. Shouto leans down and tries to calm Katsuki down with more kisses to his lips.

“I hear you loud and clear, Katsuki,” Shouto teases some more and before Katsuki can even yap at him further, Shouto sits up and in one fluid motion, strips himself of his shirt. Katsuki has to bite his lip at the arousing sight, trying to fight back the moan that threatens to spill from his lips.

Shouto then yanks down Katsuki’s pants and underwear, bunching the garment into a ball and setting it aside without much thought. Now, Katsuki’s naked and Shouto’s topless, and it sends a thrill down Katsuki’s spine. Hastily bringing his hand up, Katsuki feels for the corner of the futon and he puts his hand underneath, pulling out their half-used bottle of lube. He hands it to Shouto who takes it gratefully.

“I love how you’re always so prepared,” Shouto sighs dreamily and he squirts an ample amount of lube on the fingers of his left hand, letting his quirk warm up the cool jelly slightly.

“Fuck knows how long you’ll take in foreplay if I don’t tell you to hurry up!” Katsuki clicks his tongue and as if to emphasize his point, he lifts his legs up sensually, dragging his foot up against Shouto’s naked side. He hooks his hands underneath his knees, pulling his legs up and apart, showing Shouto exactly where he needs to put his attention to next.

“Katsuki,” Shouto breathes out in a spike of hunger and arousal. He gulps, feeling his throat dry up at the sight in front of him. Katsuki’s cock is erect, drooling pre as it lays down onto his navel, twitching occasionally. His pink hole clenches in anticipation and Shouto watches, mesmerized, at how it spurs him on.

“Come on now, pretty boy. You know you want this,” Katsuki smirks as he continues to taunt Shouto. He wiggles his ass, causing Shouto to hiss in poorly repressed arousal.

Putting his right hand on the underside of Katsuki’s left thigh, Shouto pushes Katsuki further down, almost bending him in half. Shouto leans forward, bracing himself on his knees and he sneaks his slick hand down Katsuki’s cock, to his balls, his taint, and finally to the furled rim of his entrance.

“Fucking finally,” Katsuki shudders out as he grinds his ass back onto Shouto’s probing fingers. Shouto huffs out an amused breathless sound and he wordlessly lets his fingers breach into that tight passage.

Katsuki sighs out at the first press, closing his eyes and letting his head fall limply onto the pillow. The two of them fuck regularly since getting together and Shouto has learned a lot of ways that he can make Katsuki shudder and moan. Shouto’s learned to use that knowledge to his advantage each and every time.

Shouto keeps his fingers shallowly at first, the two digits going in circles, encouraging the tight walls to loosen. Shouto’s meticulous as he stretches Katsuki out, spreading his fingers and scraping his nails lightly against the sensitive walls. Katsuki continues to pant as Shouto preps him and he lets himself drown in the pleasant sensation.

Shouto keeps his quirk activated, using his warmth to further make Katsuki relax, especially when he pushes in further until the last knuckle. Katsuki arches off the bed along with a soft whine. Shouto’s eyes travel up Katsuki’s body, appreciating the lewd view presented in front of him.

When he gets to Katsuki’s face, he’s met with hooded crimson eyes and Katsuki smirks at him, licking his lips as if to urge Shouto on even more. Shouto inhales sharply and he prods in even deeper inside Katsuki, hooking his fingers into the bundle of nerves that always gets Katsuki moaning off the bed.

“Beautiful,” Shouto breathes reverently when he got his desired effect. Katsuki’s kiss-bitten mouth stretches out into an obscene ‘O’ as he moans, long and loud. His cock spurts out clear pre and Shouto’s mouth waters at the sight, he wants nothing more than to service Katsuki until he can’t cum anymore. But Shouto knows that now’s not the time for that and with the way Katsuki is shuddering in his sheets, he’s  too wound up for a prolonged play. And well, Shouto can’t say he has the patience for it right now either.

Shouto diligently yet swiftly preps Katsuki as best he could, until three fingers can comfortably fuck inside Katsuki’s sopping hole. Shouto removes his heated fingers, letting them hang in the air as Shouto pushes his pants down with his clean hand, just enough to pull his cock out of its confines.

Shouto hears Katsuki whine out a curse, no doubt his boyfriend is ogling him as he prepares to take Katsuki. Shouto’s eyes meet Katsuki’s expectant gaze; he has his head craning forward, brows pinched together with his teeth worrying his bottom lip. Katsuki hands are on the futon by his sides, gripping the sheets in tense anticipation.

Shouto places his right hand back onto Katsuki’s thigh and he uses his left to tug at his dick, coating himself in leftover lube. Shouto hisses at the heated contact, body shuddering at the pleasurable touch. Before Katsuki, his left hand was his best companion. But now he can get the impossible tightness and warmth from something infinitely better.

Swiping the last remnants of wetness on his bunched pants, he uses his left hand to swing Katsuki’s leg over his shoulder as he leans closer. He guides his cock until it’s kissing the slightly gaping opening and Katsuki continues to bite his lip.

“Ready?” Shouto asks just to be sure and he’s replied with a heated and impatient glare. Katsuki himself reaches down between them and Shouto gasps out a moan when his lover’s fingers wrap around his cock.

“Put it in me or I swear—A-ah—!” Katsuki’s complaints trail off into a startled moan as Shouto does what’s told, pushing his cock in and feeding it into that warm and soft passage until his pelvis is flush against Katsuki’s ass.

Katsuki’s hands scramble to get ahold of something to grip onto and when Shouto leans over Katsuki, grinding his cock even deeper inside, Katsuki’s arms come scrambling to wind around Shouto’s neck and back. Katsuki shakily grabs at the hairs on Shouto’s nape, tugging him forward until their bodies are pressing together, effectively folding Katsuki in half.

Shouto’s panting above Katsuki, feels himself lose it at the dizzying warmth that’s engulfing him. He adjusts his hands and places them on the futon, gripping the sheets as he tries not to bear down too much of his weight onto his lover. But Katsuki only wraps his legs around Shouto’s torso, pulling him ever closer.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Fuck me already!” Katsuki whines roughly, his voice coming out broken and pitchy. Shouto has to consciously take steadying breaths, trying to not let himself overheat in the moment.

Shouto grinds his hips in small movements, trying not to overwhelm the both of them. Katsuki still hisses, scratching up Shouto’s back as he throws his head back at the first insistent press. Shouto keeps his languid thrusts, pulling out a fraction before pushing back in with the same slow pace.

Katsuki is already writhing on the sheets, twisting his body this way and that, trying to get Shouto to go harder, deeper inside him. Shouto obliges soon enough. He pulls out further and thrusts back in with more force each time he does so, earning him more aborted whines and delicious moans falling from Katsuki’s lips.

Katsuki is scratching up his upper back while his feet are knocking against Shouto’s lower back – He needs to remember not to change in the locker rooms for training for at least a week.

As if wanting to retaliate and leave his own marks on the blonde’s skin, Shouto leans even lower, fitting his mouth on Katsuki’s neck again. He’s slobbering all over the heated flesh and nibbling at the skin until red bruises start to bloom. Katsuki hisses at the prick of pain on his neck, yet he only tils his head to the side to give Shouto more access, offering his unmarked skin for Shouto to lay his masterpiece on.

Shouto’s now fucking Katsuki in earnest, pistoning his hips at a rough pace he knows Katsuki loves. Shouto continues to whisper praises in between sucking marks onto his lover’s warm skin, feeling goosebumps rise whenever his breath ghosts over the sensitive flesh. Katsuki himself is lost in the pleasure, babbling curses and encouragements, urging Shouto even more as he pants and moans.

Katsuki’s hold on Shouto is strong, keeping the taller teen in place as Katsuki continues to act like bindings around him, not wanting to part for even a second. It makes it a bit hard for Shouto to angle his hips or thrust even harder inside Katsuki’s heat, but he doesn’t dare ask Katsuki to let go of him, doesn’t want to escape this cocoon of warmth.

So he tries his best to get the angle just right, thrusting and hitting his lover’s prostate directly. Katsuki keens, flexing his arms around Shouto’s neck, almost choking him. But it only turns Shouto on even more and he continues his assault on Katsuki’s prostate, making sure that each drag out and each thrust in rubs against it.

“Fuck, yeah. Right there!” Katsuki repeats breathlessly, his voice thin and high-pitched, as if oxygen gets punched out of his lungs with every forward thrust Shouto makes inside of him.

“Gonna cum soon, Katsuki. Where do you want it?” Shouto pants the question against Katsuki’s ear, kissing the shell wetly before dragging his teeth down to the lobe.

“Inside – fuck! Don’t even think about pulling out!” Katsuki growls out and to further emphasize his point, he wraps his legs even tighter around Shouto’s torso. Shouto laughs soundlessly and he continues to kiss down the side of Katsuki’s face, leaving more marks in his wake.

Katsuki feels the coil of orgasm suddenly tighten in his gut the more Shouto hits his prostate with pinpoint accuracy. And with each thrust, Shouto’s abs slide against Katsuki’s dripping cock, his precum making the friction smooth and pleasurable. Katsuki closes his eyes and lets the pleasure take over him, washing over his senses as Shouto continues to fuck him just like he wants.

He releases one last whispered curse before his back is arching off the bed, his mouth opening in surprised and breathless gasps and he cums in between them, dirtying their stomachs. Katsuki continues to curse quietly, feeling himself go into oversensitivity quickly as Shouto continues his relentless thrusts.

“Katsuki, shit – that’s so hot,” Shouto hisses out between gritted teeth. Shouto rarely ever curses unless overcome by emotion and it’s always a point of pride for Katsuki whenever he makes his boyfriend say such words in the midst of their lovemaking.

“C’mon, Shou, give it to me–“ Katsuki slurs out tiredly, digging his heels further into Shouto’s back, keeping him in place and urging Shouto to cum.

It takes only a few more deep grinds for Shouto to release inside Katsuki with a groan. He buries his face into Katsuki’s neck, panting harshly as he rides out his orgasm. He continues his movements inside Katsuki, making sure to bury his cock in deep, not letting a single drop of cum to escape Katsuki’s abused hole.

Shouto feels his head fill with cotton as he basks in the high of his orgasm and it takes him a while to come back. When he comes to he notices that Katsuki is still holding onto him tightly, all four limbs wrapped around Shouto like a koala.

“Katsuki, baby, you gotta let me go sometime,” Shouto teases once he finds his voice back. He noses up Katsuki’s neck, kissing his jaw. The blonde merely snorts and then Shouto feels Katsuki’s weight shift. Using his strength, it doesn’t take much to topple Shouto to the side while still keeping his arms and legs wrapped around the taller teen.

Shouto chuckles once he hit the futon and proceeds to wrap his own arms around Katsuki’s middle. They stay like that for a while in silence, Shouto runs his hands across Katsuki’s back in a soothing gesture while Katsuki plays with the short hairs on Shouto’s nape.

Soon, Shouto feels another wave of drowsiness get to him and he valiantly tries to keep awake – he still has to clean them up after all. But Katsuki’s whispered words ring clear in Shouto’s ears.

“Rest. We still have a lot of time before we need to prepare dinner,” it’s an echo of what Katsuki said to him earlier in the day and Shouto has to smile. His lover is always looking out for him.

And, as if emboldened by the tranquil and cozy atmosphere, “can you make me soba later?”

“The fuck? No. You just had soba for lunch,” Katsuki shuts the request down with a grumble. Shouto can’t say he didn’t expect it but it still brings a petulant pout to Shouto’s lips.

“But I love eating your handmade soba.”

“Maybe if you sleep just like I told you to, I’ll think about it,” Katsuki replies with a yawn.

“Mm, it’s a promise then.”

“I said I’ll think about it, dumbass. Don’t get your hopes up and sleep.”

“Yes, sir.”

Shouto feels warm. Shouto smiles as he buries his head into Katsuki’s fluffy hair, inhaling his scent. He sighs contentedly and once again he let Katsuki’s warmth consume him, wrap around him, and love him. Rest comes easy when he’s cocooned in his lover’s arms.