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[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.

[Yeah... yeah, he's happy. Elated, even. He still doesn't quite believe what happened.

He hums softly, enjoying the pulse of Shouto's heartbeat against his, and his warm lips on his own. It's slower this time, less impatient, and he shivers pleasantly as he moves his hands to Shouto's shoulders, tracing down his triceps and biceps.]

I like being on top. I like winning.

[His voice is hoarse, low, and he speaks in between re-learning Shouto's mouth with his tongue.]

Think we both won this time.

[There's a husky laugh in the words, spoken in between long, lazy kisses, tongues tangling and breath sighing against skin. It's perfect, just this, just them. Or...almost perfect. Shouto shifts a little, then makes a brief noise deep in his throat.]

Wanna wash up, then we can come back and do more of this?

...Fine, so it's a draw. I'm still on top.

[He mutters, too distracted by that beautiful laugh, the languid way they kiss and the softness of his breath to argue more than that. It's almost enough to not notice...]

Oh. Shit.

[His face reddens, and he's suddenly very, very aware of that little issue.]

I ruined your pants.

[He shouldn't laugh. He shouldn't, and yet the sound bubbles up and out as he slides his hands up and down Katsuki's back, relishing the touch of bare skin.]

You did a lot more than that. And I kind of helped, didn't I? So don't worry about it. They'll wash. It's fine. I don't regret it at all.

[Far from it, in fact. He feels amazing. So incredibly relaxed and lighthearted, like everything is just bathed in a soft warm glow. How has he never felt like this before? And in a related vein:]

We should do it again sometime.

[The tips of his ears start burning too. It's not funny. But Shouto's hands soothe and excite him all at once, and he lets out a breath as he shivers, sinking back against him and planting slow kisses along his neck.]

Kind of? That was all you...

[He smiles warmly, not worried about dishing out praise for once. That was fucking amazing. He thought he'd be embarrassed after, but he just feels...relaxed. Like after a really good workout, but so much better.]

Mn...yeah. Let's win again.

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