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[Shouto shudders slightly in turn at the feeling of eyelashes against his skin, a strangely delicate sensation juxtaposed against the strength of Katsuki's fingers wrapped around his shoulders. Soft and strong, weirdly intoxicating, and he wants more. Enough so that he's almost disappointed when Katsuki pulls back, feeling the chill of air rushing between them.

But then Katsuki's putting his hands on Shouto's and tugging his shirt off, too, and everything else is forgotten.

It isn't the first time they've been shirtless around each other. It isn't even the first time he's seen Katsuki without his shirt today. But this is different. It's a willing sort of vulnerability, and he lets his eyes wander over the other boy's wiry, muscled frame, well-developed abs, the spread of pectorals and shoulders that might not be as broad as some but are still so very strong. His hands wander as much as his eyes, fingertips slowly exploring the shape of every curve and divot, memorizing the expanse of bare skin as his palms finally come to rest on Katsuki's chest and he finally looks up again, eyes almost hazy and shadowed as he meets the other's gaze.]

Katsuki...

[The name is husky, almost a whisper, and Shouto licks his lips, almost as though he's trying to remember what he wanted to say. Was it important? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but what is important right now is more of this. His hands continue sliding upwards, over his shoulders and into spiky blonde hair as he pulls Katsuki in for another kiss, bare chests pressing together as he shudders, breath a sigh against the other boy's lips.]

Come here--

[Shouto's not the only one whose eyes are wandering. Katsuki's taking his time to stare at his broad shoulders (jerk), strong pectorals and abs that dip down and taper off to a narrower, but still strong waist. Looking is all well and good, but he wants to memorize everything with his hands, with his sense of taste, and he doesn't realize his lips are parted softly until the name has him inhaling sharply, as if that will stop him from moaning.]

You-

[Say his name again. He likes it when Shouto says it. It sounds like something special, something good, taking on a whole different meaning, and he grins against soft lips, shivering at first before pressing himself closer.]

How are you so fucking beautiful?

[He loves the feeling of Katsuki smiling against his lips, and he loves the feeling of skin pressed against bare skin, and he loves the way he can make Katsuki shiver and lose his train of thought. Except...that's kind of mutual, isn't it? Especially as Katsuki says those words, and Shouto feels a shiver run through him, followed by a flood of warmth, and he clutches Katsuki even closer to him.]

You...think so?

[A few months, even perhaps a few days ago, Katsuki might have thought he was playing dumb. By now, though, he should know Shouto just. Is this way. Oblivious. Unsure. Not at all aware of how he looks to others. And yet it's not others saying it this time. It's Katsuki. And that does something entirely different to him.]

Stupid.

[When has he ever said anything other than the truth? Despite the insult, Katsuki's voice is warmer than usual, almost fond, his hands climbing up Shouto's midriff, tracing the outline of his abdominals and resting on his chest, where he can feel every breath and heartbeat.]

I know so.

[He looks at Shouto in the eyes, gaze confident. He may be awkwardly unsure about the rest of this, but he's sure o this one thing. And then he smirks, kissing his lips once more and trailing down to his neck and chest, but he pauses and has to ask.]

This okay?

Edited 2020-06-05 06:36 (UTC)

[The insult doesn't feel at all harsh. If anything, it's almost soft. Soft as the hands on his bare skin, soft as the lips that press against his own, then trail downward, igniting a trail of fire beneath them. It takes more effort than he's proud of to find his voice as Katsuki asks that question, but he knows he needs to answer.

His head has tipped back to allow the other boy room to explore, but at the question it tilts forward again, his eyes almost feverish as he looks down at Katsuki.]

Yeah--yeah, it's--it feels really good--

[The words are breathy, quiet, almost pleading. He doesn't want Katsuki to stop. Shifting just a little, Shouto half leans back against the arm of the couch, doing his best to give Katsuki further room to explore.]

Me too.

[Relief and pleasure swells and Katsuki resumes, kissing his pectorals. He can't help but drag his teeth down the skin over his ribs, tasting him and going down his abdominals. Shouto tastes a bit salty, a bit smoky, like campfires. He can feel the hum of his breathing and blood flowing, and it's almost overwhelming. He hums longingly and bites the ridge of his hip with a little more pressure. He needs more. He needs all of Shouto. It's dizzying and somewhat terrifying but he's not running this time.]

[One might expect someone as stoic and terse as Shouto Todoroki to be just as quiet during something like this, but that couldn't be further from reality. He's not quiet in the slightest, not really. Every ragged breath is a faint sound, a shuddered almost-laugh as Katsuki's mouth travels over his ribs, a whine as a hot tongue swipes over his abs. It all feels so good, so warm, so much, but every time he thinks he can't feel any more, Katsuki somehow proves him wrong, and those teeth on his hip get the strongest reaction of all.

A sound that can't be described as anything less than a whimper escapes his lips, fingers threading into blonde hair as he rolls his hips upward into the touch, not even remotely thinking about what he's doing.]

Katsuki--

[The name is gasped, practically moaned, and Shouto shifts again underneath him, seeking something. He's not sure what. Friction, maybe, something to help relieve the growing discomfort, the way it feels like his skin is too tight for his body.]

Do that...again--? Please--

[Every noise Shouto makes is so different from what Katsuki is used to and what he expects, and yet it feels like a victory and is exactly why he keeps pushing him. But when he makes that whimpering sound, his eyes flicker open and he pauses, just for a moment, as he tenses. There's something uncomfortable, but not unwelcome about how he feels, like maybe if he does it enough they'll both be good.]

Yeah- Say my name again.

[But he likes it too, and true to his word he bites him again, tracing with his tongue like Shouto's a life-sized hotsicle.]

[Uncomfortable, but not unwelcome. That's a good way to put it. It's uncomfortable, but it doesn't feel bad. Far from it. It feels really good, and Shouto glances downward with feverish eyes, meeting Katsuki's gaze. It's important to him Katsuki feel comfortable, or at least that he wants to keep doing this, and it seems like he does.

He starts to nod, lips parted, but then Katsuki's teeth are on his hip again and there's the feeling of a hot tongue against his skin and this time there's no question about the moan that falls from his lips as he arches into the feeling, fingers tugging at the blonde mane clutched in them.]

Katsuki--

[The name is breathy, echoes of that moan in the syllables, each tender and almost reverent. He can feel his pulse throbbing under Katsuki's touch, and he knows he's definitely turned on enough that it has to be impossible for Katsuki to miss, which would be incredibly embarrassing if it didn't feel so good. He just wants to make Katsuki feel this good, too.]

Mmn, I--that's really--I like it a lot, Katsuki--

[He's not a talkative person, but some things should be said, maybe, and now that he's started the words are hard to stop.]

[This is probably one of the very few times Katsuki doesn't mind looking up at Shouto. He even likes it. He likes being around this side of Shouto, taking in his scent and warmth of his skin. He especially likes the way Shouto says his name, like it's special, but personal, and it stirs his core and something deeper than that, something he hasn't really given much thought to except when it became an inconvenience and except now.

He actually looks back up again for a brief moment, eyes dazed and searching, because if the firmness beneath his chest is anything to go by Shouto feels similarly.]

What's- This good?

[He has no idea what he's doing, but he likes it.]

[Katsuki might be looking up at Shouto, but he's also technically still on top. Maybe that makes it a little easier, that and the fact that whatever it is he's doing seems to be having one hell of an effect on Shouto. It's good. It's very good, and Shouto nods as he looks down at Katsuki, vision clearing just a little as he realizes just what's pressed against the other's chest.

It isn't like he's never had an erection before. For all that he doesn't really think much about that kind of thing, sometimes his body has other ideas, but it's just something to be dealt with to get the distraction out of the way. It's never been like this. Because of someone else. Because of something like this.]

Yeah. I mean--sorry. About...

[He's not sure what to say, suddenly almost shy, but he does shift his hips just a little, breath catching and shuddering at how it feels.]

I mean, you just--make me feel...really good.

[The words are a little lame, maybe, but it's true.]

[It takes him a few seconds to put two and two together. He's been so fixated on Shouto, on how he feels, he doesn't realize what's going on at first or why Shouto is apologizing. And then it clicks, and some of the cloudiness in his red eyes clears up as he understands.][Oh shit, that movement rubs against Katsuki's chest and he makes a choked sound, his face heating up as he tries to retain some sense of composure.]

You're not the only one.

[He makes Shouto feel really good. Good enough for this. He did this. Pride swells in his chest, but he squirms a little in his own discomfort, his bites coming off a little rougher now without thinking about it as he moves to Shouto's left side.]

[He's not sure how exactly to take that sound Katsuki makes as he rubs against him, but he's fairly certain it's not a disgusted noise, or a bad one. Maybe he just...hadn't realized he had this kind of effect on Shouto. That seems likely, because as Katsuki says that Shouto's eyes widen in turn.]

You too...?

[He hasn't even done anything, not really, and Katsuki is feeling...? Not that he's got much ability to think about anything, even that, as Katsuki's teeth dig into the taut skin of his hips a little harder and Shouto bites back a whine, hips rolling up again into the other boy's chest. He never expected to be doing this with anyone, let alone Katsuki, and he definitely never imagined it would feel so good.]

Mmn...

[Shit, he can barely keep himself together, much less think about the way Shouto's eyes widen. Like it's a surprise. It shouldn't be a surprise. But he's too busy reveling in every movement until he's against him and Katsuki bites back a longing, almost pained moan, and he starts moving up without thinking with kisses and nips as he straddles Shouto's hips, briefly pausing as he pants, out of breath.]

Shouto, I-

[Maybe it shouldn't be, but it is, and it's always going to be. He can't believe that this is a thing that's happening, that Bakugou wants him as much as the reverse is true, but as the other boy straddles his hips, he can see that much is true.

His eyes wander down from Katsuki's face, over a muscled chest and taut abs, and down lower still to see the proof of those words that he can feel pressed against him. The weight of Bakugou pinning him feels so good, so different from when it happens in sparring, and he's pretty sure this is going to change that, too.

Shouto's hands lift as he shakes his hair back out of his face, fingertips light against the other's stomach, tracing as they make their way upwards, exploring the shape of him, and then making their way down again, like he's memorizing him by feel alone. The feel of him, the sound of his breathing, the way he says Shouto's name--he'll never get enough of any of this.]

What is it, Katsuki?

[His voice is husky, low, a little rough, and his eyes seem to burn as they're fixed on the blonde, and he can't help shifting just a little underneath him, breath catching as he feels that friction even more. God, this feels so much better than he could have imagined.]

[If anything, he's surprised Shouto wants him. He knows he looks good, he's worked for it, but most people are so put off by his personality he never gave it a stray thought.

Not that he can think of much right now, other than that everything Shouto's doing feels really fucking good, he smells good and the sound of his voice is enough to send electricity down his spine, his body tensing and rocking against Shouto's, trying to relieve some of the pressure with friction, yet failing.

He groans, but it becomes more of a growl, more primal, as he cracks one eye open in exasperation and frustration. Really? You're making him talk?]

I- Fuck. I need you, okay?

[Yeah, he's abrasive. And if they hadn't had months to get to know each other, to slowly let down their walls or break through them by force, then maybe he wouldn't be into Katsuki. But it's been six months since that first real conversation, and every weird thing in this place has pushed them closer together, taught them to trust each other, showed him a side of Katsuki beyond just yelling and violence and the burning need to be the best. Those things have their place too, but they aren't all he is, and Shouto accepts all that he is. He wants Katsuki, and all of the parts of him.

Although his focus right now, perhaps, is a little more on the parts he can feel.

Another whine escapes him as Katsuki rocks against him, and his own hips roll upwards again in response, the motion a little awkward but still enough to send a wave of pleasure through him. He never knew this could feel so good with anyone, let alone another guy, and yet here they are, and...

And then Katsuki says that, and somehow that heat in his belly doubles and triples in intensity. I need you. He's never done this before, still doesn't know exactly what he's doing, but he knows enough to know that he feels the same. And he knows what he does when he feels like this, so maybe...]

I need you, too, Katsuki. I want you. So...

[The word trails off, and Shouto's hand sinks back down the other boy's chest, slowly traveling lower and lower. There's a question in his eyes, one that doesn't quite hit his lips as his fingers hook slightly on the waistband of Katsuki's pants--his pants, Katsuki's wearing his pants, and that just makes it better, somehow--and then deliberately drop lower, fingers lightly exploring the shape of him through the thin fabric. It's a rush, doing this--being allowed to do even this much--and he bites back another whine, eyes dropping to watch what his hand is doing. And to see, maybe, if Katsuki enjoys it.]

[It's true, they've had months to get this far. And yet it still floors Katsuki with the knowledge. His feelings are reciprocated. Shouto wants him...hell, wants more of him than Katsuki ever dreamed.

The pressure is almost physically painful now, and he has no idea what he's doing, but Shouto seems to like it as much as he does. That whine sends more jolts throughout his body, his hands twitching and then grasping Shouto's hips, memorizing their firm strength.

He didn't realize he was still nervous, because when Shouto returns his words his expression relaxes a bit.]

So...

[He watches Shouto's hands move, and he nods once when he thinks he understands what he's wanting to do. He has no idea what to expect. This is all new territory.

What he doesn't expect is the shock from where Shouto's hands meet him that radiates to his hips and stomach, clouding his head. Every nerve he didn't know he even a had has been set on fire; it's like one of his explosions, only inside, and he finds himself gasping and arching back.]

Shit that feels fuckin' good- keep- keep doing it.

[But...it's not fair to expect everything and let Shouto do all the work, is it? He's better than that. Clumsily, his hands trace the hem of Shouto's pants, tracing them and going down. He finds himself gripping the fabric as he whimpers, loudly, his eyes wide and pupils blown while Shouto continues.]

Wanna- wanna help you too.

[Honestly the way Katsuki grabs his hips like that is almost enough to distract him from his current course of action. He had no idea he'd like this sort of thing so much--the weight of Katsuki pinning him to the couch, firm, strong hands clasping bare skin. It feels like he could try to get away, but Katsuki wouldn't let him, and there's something bizarrely reassuring in that, just like the nod he gives Shouto is reassuring. He's okay with it. It's okay.

It's...more than okay, apparently, as Katsuki shudders and arches, and Shouto can't help the way his hips arch upwards in turn at the sound he makes, then again at that look in his eyes. It's almost frantic, and a part of him is sure he looks the same right now, lips parted and cheeks flushed and the pulse beating in the hollow of his throat.

Katsuki asks for more, and it's more he'll get, Shouto's grip on his arousal through the fabric growing more sure, stroking him with a little more confidence--and then biting back a moan as Katsuki's hand finds him in turn.]

Please--

[He doesn't know what else to say, but he doesn't want this to stop, and he's not going to stop, either, until they reach the end of whatever this is.]

[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.]

[No, Shouto's not going to run, and from now on he's not going to let Katsuki run, either. Not from this, not from him. Not that he's thinking about any of that right now, or thinking much at all beyond just how good this feels.

Every single stroke of Katsuki's hand seems to make the heat in him grow, every nerve ending vibrating like a plucked string, like he's about to come apart at any moment.

And then he feels Katsuki pulse under his hand and a sudden damp, spreading warmth, and it only takes him a second to realize what's happened, and then another to feel an intense rush of fierce pride and satisfaction. He did that, he made Katsuki--

And then Katsuki's hand is moving again, and all it takes is a second for him to hit that crest, crying out and tensing as the orgasm catches him by surprise, his hands grabbing for Katsuki's thighs and fingers digging in almost hard enough to bruise.

It's a long moment, what feels like an eternity, before he can breathe again, and even then it's in shaky gasps. His grip loosens just a little, hands smoothing over Katsuki's thighs, and with a shuddering inhale he looks up at the blonde, a wondering expression on his face.]

Katsuki...

[Katsuki keeps going, his eyes wide and bright and determined, and even Shouto's orgasm feels amazing. Seeing him look like that, his face flushed and lips swollen. Even the sound he makes is beautiful, and Katsuki is dizzy thinking about how he made him do, he almost thinks he's going to orgasm a second time. Is that a thing?

He hisses softly as Shouto digs his nails in his thighs, but the sharpness of it, combined with the warmth between his legs is just... he hopes it leaves a bruise. He wants Shouto to mark him.

He stares at Shouto, breathless and in awe, his eyes hazy and and a stupid soft smile on his face.]

That was...

[That smile on Katsuki's face is an expression he never thought he'd see, but god if he isn't going to keep that image seared onto his heart forever now. Doing his best to catch his breath, Shouto's lips curl in a slow smile of their own, something soft and a little shy in the look as he finishes Katsuki's sentence for him.]

Amazing? Yeah. Yeah, it was.

[He can still feel the endorphins rushing through his blood, like the wave of happy fuzziness that comes after a good workout, that makes him want to sleep knowing it'll be sound and dreamless. Maybe they can take a nap, in a bit. After they clean up. But first...]

...Kiss me?

[For once, he's not afraid to ask for what he wants.]

[He knows that feeling. It's the same one he gets whenever Shouto smiles at him, or laughs in that soft voice of his. It feels like it should be rare, but it's become more common around him. He takes it as a sign that Shouto feels comfortable around him- hell, he has to, or they wouldn't have done this. But it stirs something aching and protective inside him, and he wants to hold onto every soft look and smile and laugh.]

Yeah. It was...amazing.

[He repeats breathlessly, still on the rush from it. It really is like a good workout. Shouto could probably kick his ass in a workout- The thought's appealing, but right now just lying on the other boy, maybe falling asleep is more tempting-

He laughs, but it's not derisive or mocking, and he smiles, leaning in. Shouto is so warm, and fucking beautiful, especially now.]

Yeah. Yeah. Don't gotta ask me.

[He leans in, pressing his lips against Shouto's, his hands tangled in his hair. Even after everything, his hair is still soft, and he parts his lips slightly, drawn in to the warmth. Shouto tastes so good, so Katsuki feels a little less self-conscious having his somewhat sweaty face and body back up against his.]

[He likes that laugh a lot. That laugh, and that smile--there's nothing mean or angry or derisive in either of them, Katsuki is just...happy. Happy, like he is, and it's a happy he can hear in that slightly rough, hoarse voice of his and see in his eyes as he leans in close.

Shouto's still smiling as their lips meet, his lips parting in turn as he slowly kisses Katsuki, taking his time and enjoying the feeling of skin pressed against his own, a heart beating through his chest like they both are using the same one. His hands slide up Katsuki's legs to his back, tracing the curve of his spine, his tongue licking almost lazily at Katsuki's lower lip. Even the words are murmured in between kisses, half slurred and pressed against his.]

Mm, I like this. You being on top. S'nice.

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