[Katsuki's always liked being on top, but this is different. He holds Shouto almost possessively, his legs tightly locked and straddled over Shouto's thighs, as if challenging him to move. But Shouto won't move and it fills him with almost a fond sort of warmth knowing he can trust him. Shouto isn't him. He won't run away. And he's hopefully enjoying this as much as Katsuki is.
Because holy fuck- Shouto is fucking beautiful and combined with the firmness in his strokes charges ever touch receptor, making his body feel somehow aware of everything yet like he's detached all at once. Katsuki moans and almost forgets to keep his hands on Shouto's. But he likes feeling Shouto, exploring the length of him, and he keeps stroking him, his movements strong but not rough, because maybe he's just too sensitive down there but he doesn't want to hurt him-]
You're so- I- Fuck!!!
[For what feels like an eternity, Katsuki's vision goes white and he gasps, not bothering to try and restrain any noises. His hands tremble and pause as the warmth in his core floods out, pooling at his thighs. He doesn't even try to put a label to what just happened, it feels really fucking amazing, even better than winning, and once some of the ecstasy has faded enough for him to focus, he continues to stroke Shouto, wanting him to experience what he just experienced.]
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Because holy fuck- Shouto is fucking beautiful and combined with the firmness in his strokes charges ever touch receptor, making his body feel somehow aware of everything yet like he's detached all at once. Katsuki moans and almost forgets to keep his hands on Shouto's. But he likes feeling Shouto, exploring the length of him, and he keeps stroking him, his movements strong but not rough, because maybe he's just too sensitive down there but he doesn't want to hurt him-]
You're so- I- Fuck!!!
[For what feels like an eternity, Katsuki's vision goes white and he gasps, not bothering to try and restrain any noises. His hands tremble and pause as the warmth in his core floods out, pooling at his thighs. He doesn't even try to put a label to what just happened, it feels really fucking amazing, even better than winning, and once some of the ecstasy has faded enough for him to focus, he continues to stroke Shouto, wanting him to experience what he just experienced.]