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[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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