numbertwohero | Meme Carryovers

[That's exactly what he wanted. That bare body, all his, and Shouto curls his torso to sit up long enough to lick a stripe across Katsuki's chest, lightly biting his nipple before he leans back again, reaching for Katsuki's shorts and biting back a sound again as he pulls out the lube, fumbling the cap open.]

Want me that bad? Come here--

[A hand grips Katsuki's thigh, tugging him a little closer so Shouto can reach between his legs, teasing his balls before he slides a finger back further, pressing against his entrance.]

[He shudders at the lick to his chest and lets out a moan when his nipple is bitten. That makes his cock jump to attention. His nipples, his balls, all parts of him he loves Shouto playing with.

Fuck, everything on his body is sensitive under the other's touch it seems.]

I already said I do. Fuck. Listen when I'm telling you to fuck me.

[He let Shouto guide him and let out another moan when both balls and hole is played with.] More. Come on. I know you want me.

[It's so tempting to tease, to make Katsuki writhe under his touch until he can't take anymore, but he's so hard he's aching and they're right there in the middle of the gym, and there's something incredibly appealing about just going for it right here. Rough, hasty, hard, just like the first time.]

Hm...

[His mouth wanders over Katsuki's chest again, tongue tracing his collarbone, before his other hand latches on the back of Katsuki's neck, pulling him down just a little for a deep, messy kiss as he presses the first finger deep inside Katsuki, working him open a little roughly as his tongue plunges into the other's mouth.]

I really do--

[One finger, and then a second, too much probably too soon, but he's past caring at this point, and he thinks Katsuki might be, too.]

[His eyes flutter shut as Shouto adds a second finger into him. Yeah, he's past the point of caring now. He wants Shouto. Wants the other boy in him, filling him up.]

Fuck. That's it. Come on.

[He all but attacks Shouto's mouth, working his mouth against the other's, wanting more. Needing more.] I want you. I want you. Fuck, Shouto I fucking need you in me.

[That kiss is intense, burning through him like Katsuki's somehow learned how to summon his quirk from him at will. Intense, and addictive, and he doesn't want this to stop but he's aching with how much he wants Katsuki right now, fingers scissoring to stretch him a little more as he gasps against the other boy's mouth.]

Katsuki--god, you're so hot--here, here--

[The words are ragged, disconnected as he slips his fingers from inside the other boy, getting more lube on his fingers before tossing the bottle to the side and slicking himself down. It's soon, but if Katsuki doesn't care then he doesn't either, and he's not sure either one of them can wait any more.]

[Katsuki can't wait. As soon as Shouto slicks up his cock he's scooting back, reaching behind him and lining himself with his cock.

Fuck he wants this. He wants Shouto so badly. And presses himself down, and hisses in pleasure as he's filled up.] Fuck, yes

[He's not as stretched out as much as usual, but it's enough that it's not painful. In fact, he kinda likes the way Shouto's cock stretches him out like this.]

Fuck. Shouto. [He settles his ass against Shouto's thighs and moans again.] Okay, give me a sec. Let me enjoy you filling me up like this.

[Shouto's breath catches in his chest as Katsuki begins to slide down over him, almost painfully tight, and he holds still as the other boy works his way down, biting back a noise as he finally feels skin touching skin. It feels so good, and with Katsuki not quite fully stretched already it seems like he can feel every single inch of it, every twitch and spasm as Katsuki's body stretches to accommodate him.]

Take...your time--not like--anyone could just...walk in--

[The words are huffed, his breathing uneven, and Shouto slides his hands over Katsuki's thighs, fingers gripping and squeezing as he shifts just a little, adjusting his shoulders on the floor. He doesn't really care, at this point, honestly. He can take as much time as he needs, as long as they don't have to stop. Of course, it feels so good already, he's not sure how long he's going to last, but maybe that won't matter so much here.]

Anyone could. That's, fuck, the fucking point.

[He doesn't want to get caught, but the chance is the thrill. He sighed with pleasure and leans back, body taut with pleasure and arousal, his cock standing proud from his groin.]

God. Fuck. [And then he begins to move, up and down on Shouto's cock.] Touch me, fuck, touch me everywhere.

[He's not gonna argue. Fuck, why would he argue? It is hot that they're doing this here, a place where they could get in serious trouble if anyone caught them, and it's always hot as hell watching Katsuki ride him like that.

His hands slide up over Katsuki's thighs, up over his hips, gripping him for a moment as he rolls his hips upwards into the other's motions, then continue upwards again, seeking out his nipples to tease and pinch. He knows that Katsuki likes it, and eventually he's gonna touch other places, too, but not quite yet. Not yet.]

--So hot, watching you...ride me like that...mmn--

[He bites back another moan, rolling his hips upwards again. No, definitely not gonna last long at this point, especially if he keeps watching Katsuki while he does it.]

[He lets out a little gasp as Shouto plays with his nipples. Oh, fuck, that makes his cock twitch and leak over the other's abs.]

Hot watching you under me.

[He starts to move a bit faster, bouncing on Shouto's cock, he raises his hands, wrapping them around Shouto's wrists, keeping them there, wanting him to stay there and tease.]

More. Fuck. Yes. More. Shouto.

[He can feel the way Katsuki leaks over him, cock bouncing as he bounces in turn on Shouto's. God, he feels so good, he always does, and his fingers keep pinching and rolling the other boy's nipples, enjoying the feeling of Katsuki holding his wrists like that in turn. He wouldn't mind being pinned down and ridden like this, unable to move, but that's something to bring up later, perhaps. Thinking is something for later. Now is just for finding a rhythm to match Katsuki, thrusting deeper and harder as he's able to.]

God, Katsuki--fuck--I'm gonna--

[He's gonna come any minute now, but he's pretty sure Katsuki's close, too, if the way he's leaking all over Shouto's stomach is any indication.]

[Yeah, he is. And fuck, he wants Shouto to cum so bad.]

Me too. Fuck, me too. Don't fucking hold back. Don't you, fuck, you fucking dare.

[He rolls his hips back, trying to keep up with Shouto's thrusts.] Fuck, yes. FUCK!

[And arches his back, body tense as he cums all over Shouto's body, hitting his chest, and a little bit on his face as well.]

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