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He took the flyer with a bit of a disgruntled huff. "Again?" he muttered. "Do they have anything better to do with their time than throwing damn parties," he said to no one in particular. It seemed college brought on more of these kinds of gatherings that Katsuki couldn't care less about. He'd go only if Shoto wanted to go, as long as it involved alcohol and some good, free food. It looked like the flyer was specifically for Class 1A's students, even if they were no longer in a class together. They still liked to come together like this, it seemed.

He stuck it on their fridge next to their take-out coupons, and set their gigantic kink bag on the table.

Their actual bedroom was starting to look more like a storage room with their unused bunk beds. "I'm going to take a shower," he announced over his shoulder, taking off his hoodie and the shirt with it as he headed into their bathroom. He didn't even need to close the door anymore.
 
Shoto rolled his eyes fondly. He knew Katsuki could give or take the party, but it ended up on their fridge anyway. He figured he'd ask to go, at least for a little while.



After putting his things away he stripped his clothes off and followed his boyfriend into the bathroom, not saying anything as he climbed into the shower behind him. He pressed a kiss to the back of his neck then ran his arms down his shoulders, along the lines of his biceps, gently prodding for what hadn't healed yet from the fight.



He rubbed at knots and when he found swelling he used his right palm and a bit of ice to combat the heat of the shower water, all the while drawing his lips against wet skin and leaving behind soft, almost adoring kisses.
 
The hot shower was definitely what he needed after a nice meal in the cold, and Shoto being behind him, treating the worst of his healing injuries with his ice powers made him feel like he hadn't fought Deku at all. The soft and adoring kisses made him turn, his arms pulling his boyfriend flush against his own body so he could finally kiss him.

He'd held back from laying on the affection thick, mostly for Shoto's sake, but now he didn't hold back and peppered Shoto's face with pecks, his arms winding gently around his waist in an uncharacteristic way.

"What's got you in a mood, huh?" he chuckled, nipping Shoto's lower lip when they kissed. "You're not usually so damn flirty."
 
Shoto went easy, he always did. Wherever Katsuki wanted him, he went. So when his boyfriend pulled him into a kiss he let himself fall into it. What he didn't expect were the kisses that followed.



He was sure his face was red but at least he could blame that on the water heat. The question made him press his face into Katsuki's neck though, hiding himself the way he always did when shit got personal.



Safe.



He took a breath. "I'm trying this new thing where I actually let myself have things I want."



Before ... before they had still been too teenaged to think past the desire to get off. Too desperate and too strapped for time and he'd worried if he let on how much he actually liked Katsuki, he'd leave.



And maybe, when they'd decided to try again, he'd worried the same thing. He'd always kept parts of himself close. He didn't talk much for a reason. But ...



He pulled back so he could kiss him again. He liked kissing him. How could he have ever admitted he loved him, without admitting he wanted other things too.
 
Katsuki settled for that answer, muttering a soft "idiot" under his breath as he took his boyfriend into his arms and kissed him. He was starting to like this side of Shoto, the side that initiated things, the side that took what he wanted. It was pretty hot, but more than that, it put Shoto in a new, attractive light because Katsuki had always been drawn to ambitious go-getters.

They kissed for what felt like hours, Katsuki's fingers wound in the hairs over the nape of Shoto's neck. They were taking their time getting washed and Katsuki didn't mind that so much. He actually looked forward to drying off and spending the whole night cozy and just... being in Shoto's company.

"You should always have things you want," he snorted as if it was ridiculous Shoto even considered the opposite.

"But it's cute," Katsuki pinched Shoto's nose and returned to shampooing his hair.
 
You should always have things you want.



The words felt like they were on a loop, and for some reason, being in Katsuki's voice, they sounded like a fact. Something that couldn't be argued.



He'd never ...



He scrunched his nose when his boyfriend pinched it and tried to shake his trauma from his mind. He spent more time touching Katsuki than he did actually bothering to clean himself, and when the water started to lose its heat he got out first, grabbing towels for them both.



You should always have things you want.



He drug his boyfriend to bed with slow kisses and didn't even pull away when he fell back on the futons. He was half hard because it was impossible not to be when faced with a naked, wet Katsuki Bakugo, but for once he wasn't desperate about the way he touched him. He was relaxed, kissing for the sake of kissing, touching for the sake of touching.
 
Katsuki didn't bother wearing a towel out of the bathroom, leaving his in the laundry basket on the way out. He was dried off so he didn't wet the bed but his hair was still damp, recovering its volume slowly like it was self-rising.

He followed Shoto to bed and kissed him just as softly as he was being kissed, recognizing the gentler way that Shoto touched him. His boyfriend always seemed to be shy about these things so he'd always been the one to initiate, but... this was nice.

Just touching Shoto, taking it nice and slow without a need to hurry. "You smell damn good," he mumbled against the crook of Shoto's neck.
 
He'd never thought he'd be into this. Soft and slow and ... not meaningless, exactly, but not pushing towards a goal. Not aching to get off. Maybe ... maybe he'd never thought he deserved it.



The press of Katsuki's body against his was so warm, well toned muscles and physical strength that said 'I could hurt you, but I won't' and somehow that felt ... dizzying. To know he found protection in these arms. To know he felt ... safe.



He smiled softly at his boyfriends words and drew his hands down his back, seeking out the pattern of old scars and the lines of skin that weren't soft because they spoke of hard work. "You feel good," he said softly.
 
Katsuki held himself up on his arms, feeling like he was doing push-ups because he didn't want to crush Shoto's body beneath his.

"Which part?" he teased with a slight, flirtatious lift of the brow. He knew certain parts of himself felt... better than others, that was for sure. As they kissed, he made another small hickey on Shoto's neck, claiming him again as the last one faded away.

"Does Christmastime make you more needy or something?" he joked, finally rolling onto his back slipping in next to Shoto. He technically had homework due for the last week before break, but... obligations tended to disappear around his boyfriend.
 
"Shut up," he said with a small chuckle, tilting his head to make it easier for a new hickey, running his fingers through his boyfriends damp hair and just enjoying the feeling.



He hummed at the question and rolled when Katsuki laid beside him, propping himself on his chest and looking down at him. "No," he said, but he couldn't deny that he was clingier. Something had changed, and he wasn't sure what. Maybe it had been after Katsuki's fight with Midoriya, or maybe all the talk about a future together. Maybe it was the cold weather and the holiday cheer that he'd never let himself indulge in before.



He regretted breaking them up, before. It felt like lost time now, like he could have been this content earlier. But maybe they had needed the break. Needed to know what they actually felt.



"I don't know," he said. "I guess I'm just happy"
 
He took his time to gaze into Shoto's eyes at this distance and position, bringing his head close by the nape of his neck to gently kiss him on the lips. "Pretty baby," he mumbled under his breath.

Even if Katsuki Bakugo was more than confident of his own skills and sexual appeal, he never would have thought he'd score someone like Shoto. Someone so wanted by both sides of the spectrum, men and women.

Dating Shoto often felt like a dream, one he feared he'd just wake up from and be alone again.

"You know, I'm pretty fucking excited for you to be my sidekick."
 
He closed his eyes as a surge of affection flew through him. Oh, so the pretty thing wasn't just sexual. It was ... everything.



"Me too," he said, nuzzling his way into Katsuki's neck. He'd never really noticed the way people looked at him, never really took into consideration that he might have people interested in him. But even if he did, he wouldn't have expected them to stay once they got to know him. He could be withdrawn, and cold, and uninterested.



But Katsuki ... stayed. He stayed, and he seemed happy about it. He seemed happy with each layer of himself Shoto shared. "I love you," he murmured.
 
Katsuki blinked a few times as Shoto confessed he loved him. He'd heard it plenty of times before but this felt like the first time he'd heard it in earnest, when Shoto didn't struggle to say it.

"Love you too," he grinned, and that grin turned into something of a smile that brightened Katsuki's face that was usually darkened with anger. If Shoto could be vulnerable around him, he felt it was only fair that he allowed the same for himself.

"Come here," he mumbled, pulling Shoto into another deep kiss, his hand sliding up and counting the pebbles of his boyfriend's spine.
 
Shoto fell into that kiss like it meant the world to him. Let it melt away his worries and his anxieties and the spiderwebs in the corner of his mind.



He loved him. He loved him angry and spitting fire. He loved him stubborn and determined. He loved him annoyed and irritated. He loved him crying and broken. And he loved him like this, the side of him he was sure only he saw, calm and content, happy and smiling in ways that lit up his whole face and made his eyes shine.



He shifted closer, like he couldn't quite get enough of them touching, one arm wrapping up under his boyfriends neck and the other hand in his hair.
 
The kisses led to making out, but even then, the kissing was slow and passionate, there being enough time in between for Katsuki to breathe between ravaging Shoto's addicting lips.

His hands roamed down his boyfriend's body, past the impressive musculature, his arm coiling protectively around his waist.

He could kiss Shoto for hours like this. Just... Katsuki broke away for a split second when his phone buzzed next to the pillow, lighting up with Denki's text to hang out. He ignored it, put on a slow reverb playlist instead to make out to, then returned to kissing Shoto with a playful simper.
 
Shoto made a sound that could have almost passed for a growl when Katsuki left him for his phone, but he returned quickly enough that the pout didn't last.



He lost time in their kisses, caught between Katsuki's tongue moving with his and the press of their bodies as they shifted and smiles pressed against skin and lingering looks that he could drown in.



The world could end around them and he'd never know. It wouldn't even matter. He was both content and a little overwhelmed and somehow also calmer than he had been in his whole life. He understood, with sudden clarity, what Mina talked about when she daydreamed out loud. What it meant to love some one so much that words alone couldn't explain it.
 
Katsuki kissed him until his lungs felt like they were on fire and his head was dizzy. He pulled away just slightly to trail his kisses downwards, roving lips over the other male's chest in slow worship.

His mouth latched over one of his nipples and he suckled with a low, husky groan, pushing up the pec with the other hand as if he wanted to stuff it whole in his mouth. He sucked and sucked until there was a bright red ring around the tortured nub that he soothed with a flick of his tongue.

"Wanna try out the toys?" he asked, flashing him a dirty grin. "Just some."
 
Everything changed the moment Katsuki latched onto his nipple. Shoto arched into it with a hiss, and he was squirming in moments, his fingers wrapping around strands of his boyfriends hair and yanking like he wanted him to stop, but they both knew if he did that he'd just shove him back down. The soothing licks after were like ice to a flame, and his cock was definitely on board with the party now.



He narrowed his eyes at his boyfriends grin and stretched out under him, but for once he didn't look embarrassed about the prospect. "Whatcha wanna try?"
 
Katsuki pecked his boyfriend's lips and pulled off of him to retrieve just a few things from their purchase that day. Among them were the vibrator, anal beads, the baby blue collar, and the lube syringe. The other stuff was for later; they'd have plenty of time in the future to use all of them. Katsuki had made sure to wash them after peeling them out of their packaging. "Wanna see you play with yourself," he mumbled as he unlatched the collar, and fitted it around Shoto's neck.

It fit like a glove, snug and perfectly matching the blues of his one eye. "Shit, I think... this is how you do it," he mumbled as he loaded up the blunt syringe with lube, and looked deviously at his cute boyfriend. "Come on, open your legs."
 
"Just some, huh?" Shoto asked warily as he watched Katsuki wash what he had chosen. He sat on the bed, just waiting, pushing down his embarrassment. His boyfriend had seen him in so many filthy positions, had made him beg and drool and cry, this shouldn't bother him. Shouldn't make him want to hide under the covers and never come back out.



He figured it said a lot about him that even fighting with his own shame, he lifted his head so the collar could be snapped around his neck. It was a lot more comfortable than the Halloween one. He wondered if it looked nice.



He eyed the lube filled syringe and dropped on his back again, spreading his legs obediently. "Hey, why is some lube flavored?" He'd noticed it at the store, but had been too distracted at the time to ask questions.
 
The leash-and-collar set looked like it had been made for Shoto specifically. Katsuki couldn't stop staring at how perfect Shoto looked and how badly he wanted to fuck him into the bed. The two feelings usually came hand-in-hand. He pressed the blunt nozzle to Shoto's hole and filled him with lube, rubbing the excess over the rosy ring with his thumb as he leaned over and kissed him. Would Shoto have liked the feeling of the lube filling him up, since he seemed to like being loaded with his cum, too?

"Huh?" he blinked. "Like hell I'd know. Probably to lick it out of you or something." He'd never tried flavored lube and didn't really find the appeal in it anyways. "Why, you wanted to try it?" he grinned, coating the baby blue vibrator in lube as well. He'd learned early on that the more lube, the better the sex.

That slippery hand stroked Shoto's cock, working it up slowly as he kissed him.

"You look cute, heh," he chuckled, flipping the vibrator on and letting it tease his hole with the buzzing tip.
 
The nozzle against him felt odd and he made a bit of a face at it, but it disappeared once he felt it filling him. It wasn't quite the same as what he was used to, more steady, cooler, but the idea was the same and he moaned softly once Katsuki ran his thumb over his sensitive rim.



"Mmm, no," he answered, watching his boyfriend again. He kind of had a thing for his hands, now that he thought about it. "Was just curious." Besides, he was usually the one getting lubed up, there weren't many opportunities for him to do the tasting.



He sighed happily when Katsuki touched his cock, his hips rolling leisurely into his hand as he kissed him back, and he blushed a bit when his boyfriend told him he looked cute.



"Shut-" he started, but it quickly turned into a drawn out 'oh' when the vibrations touched him. He hadn't been brave enough to try that out himself, before, but now he reach out to hold onto Katsuki's bicep, his eyes falling closed.
 
Katsuki grinned when Shoto reacted so quickly to the vibrations against his sensitive rim. He pressed his knee to the inside of Shoto's thigh to keep it open and moved his wrist to tease the puffy ring some more. "Gonna make me do this for you too?" he snorted, though he definitely didn't have any qualms about fucking his boyfriend with a vibrator.

It was insanely hot, getting him this riled up with a toy that was probably designed for a woman. He slipped the toy inside after a firm press, groaning softly as he watched Shoto's hole swallow the head as he slid it in. He worked with his contractions, pushing in deeper when he felt him relax.

"Fuck, baby, that feel good?" he mumbled, jerking Shoto's cock slowly as he pulled it out, then pushed in for the first time.
 
He'd almost forgotten, in the shock of how surprisingly good it felt, that Katsuki had said he'd wanted to watch him play with himself.



"No," he said, breathy, "I can do it." It still took him a moment to move his hand though, and by then Katsuki had already pushed it inside and he twitched with another moan.



"Holy shit," he whispered, letting his arm fall above his head. He was losing his ability to think with his boyfriends hand around his dick like that. His back arched when Katsuki slid the vibrator out and back in again. It wasn't the same as getting fucked but the vibrations were hitting every part of him that was sensitive.
 
Katsuki smirked as he saw that he was unwinding Shoto faster than the male knew what to do with himself. He kept his palm wrapped around Shoto's dick but didn't move it, letting his boyfriend thrust into the tight sleeve of his hand.

While he let Shoto control the vibrator, he leaned over his boyfriend to kiss him, his voice crawling into the pit of his chest. "Fuck, this how you played with yourself?" he whispered, feeling himself harden effortlessly rutted against his thigh.
 
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