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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

Once he got a steady rhythm going, Katsuki started to feel him loosen up enough for him to sit up on his knees and hold Shoto's tiny waist to put him in doggy style. It would be easier for Shoto to take him like this, and he was aiming to make his fiancé relaxed enough to make every thrust feel overwhelmingly good.

He pulled out halfway and drizzled more lube down the seam of Shoto's ass, sinking himself in with a wet squelch. "Fuck, that's good," he groaned out, popping his cock out to watch that hole flutter, spitting right into it before it winked closed.

"Pretty bitch," he muttered, slamming himself so hard into Shoto that their flesh clapped, again, then again.
 
Katsuki's weight off of him was a lost, but getting pulled into that position wouldn't. The angle would get him in that good spot that made his eyes roll back and his head go all hazy.

Katsuki works up a pace that has Shoto sounding like a whore between the wet sound of Katsuki pulling out of him and the slap of their skin hitting. He feels so fucking good his eyes roll back, his mouth drops open, and he's sure his back is nice and arched.

He wonders briefly if anyone is in the next room because if Katsuki goes any harder they're going to slam the bed into the wall.
 
It always left Katsuki in awe how perfectly Shoto took his cock sometimes. It was like Shoto knew exactly the way to bend and pose to take Katsuki.

To keep the bed from smashing a dent in the wall, he grabbed Shoto's hips hard enough to bruise and jerked it onto his cock in rough tugs, grunting as each time sheathed his dick whole inside of his lover. "Fuck!" he growled out, his body starting to glisten in a thin sheen of sweat the harder he fucked him.

"Louder," he huffed, coaxing out more of Shoto's whorish pleas. "Fucking beg for it."
 
Shoto whined when Katsuki grabbed his hips like that. He hoped he left bruises, marks he could see later that would remind him of this.

"Please," he says, and then it pours out of him over and over again, like a mantra. Please please please please. His chest is pressed to the bed, arms flung out, fists twisted in sheets while he just takes it.

"Please, Master, please. Fuck me. Ruin me."
 
Katsuki huffed, sweat beading and rolling down his body as he slammed harder and harder into his lover. He watched the intimate point where they connected, watched as his fluttering hole struggled to squeeze and close around his dick.

He poured more lube, letting the excess drip down his lover's taint and down his inner thighs in messy and slick globs.

"You just get better and better," he chuckled, keeping his thrusts deep but slower as he reached over and grabbed a marker from the bedside counter. He uncapped it with his teeth, spat the cap out, and scribbled "Slut" and "Katsuki's" on each cheek with an arrow pointed to Shoto's plugged hole. He hoped the marker was permanent so he'd have that as a reminder on his ass when he went back home.

"Let's keep a tally, see how many loads you can take up this ass," he smirked, leaving the marker close so he could draw each strike, his hands once more grabbing that tiny waist to pound him. At some point he was thrusting so hard the lubrication thinned out much faster than normal, and he was practically embedding his cock into Shoto, giving him enough dick to tide him over and then some. When he came, he did so with his hand pressed to the nape of his lover's neck, pinning him down as he flooded Shoto's guts with his cum, forcing him to take all of his fat inches and the load that lashed into him in thick spurts. "Take it," he groaned.
 
There were a lot of ways Shoto liked to get fucked and filled, but something about Katsuki pinning him by his neck is primal. His orgasm hits hard, rocking his body, while he still presses his ass back like a whore, trying to take Katsuki as much as he can.

He might black out, just for a moment, because when he blinks the bed is wet under him and his fiancé is no longer jackhammering into his ass like he's trying fo break his back.

He's breathing hard, a little desperate. "Did you write on my ass?" He asks, as if he's just now processing that feeling.
 
"Mhm," he said nonchalantly, already doing it again by marking a single tally for the first load Shoto took for the night. He smeared it a little with his thumb as he parted those perky cheeks and popped his half-hard dick out, watching as Shoto's hole winked and glistened with cum.

As he waited for the sensitivity to ebb, he kissed that cute ass cheek and then his hips, pressing a few more kisses until he reached the bend of Shoto's shoulder.

"Gonna have to do something about you cumming without my permission," he mumbled like a threat against the shell of Shoto's ear, and sat against the headboard. "Get over my lap." He'd give his lover a nice, hard spanking for not playing by the rules after calling him Master.
 
Shoto whines when Katsuki pulls out of him - not because it hurts or anything, but because he hates the empty feeling that follows. Especially when his fiancé is still half hard and could have stayed.

Kisses have him squirming though, pressing back, silently asking for more. They're the kind that soothe the part of his brain that likes being treated like nothing but a sex toy, reminding the other part that he's loved.

And then there's Katsuki's punishment voice, right there by his ear. He moans softly, pressing his face into the bed, a shudder going down his spine. They don't do this often - Shoto hasn't let him - it's still kind of new.

He's pouting when he pushes himself up. It wasn't his fault he came. But ever the good boy, he does as he's told, stretching himself out across the large bed, hips over Katsuki's lap, tilted up. He knows what's coming.
 
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