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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

"Hah, no," Shoto breathed out, twisting the vibrator for a better angle. "It was never this food alone."



He pressed up for another kiss, taking a moment to savor it before he moaned again and almost forgot to keep moving. "It was always just ... trying to pretend it was you ... trying not to dig out our school photos ..." he huffed out a bit of a laugh. "Stupid. Never good enough."
 
Fuck, that was hot. Just imagining Shoto playing with a vibrator, trying to get off to thoughts of Katsuki fucking him were enough to make him rut helplessly against his boyfriend's thigh. "Yeah?" he growled. "Fuck, you're getting me really horny, babe."

He slipped the hand off his cock and pushed the vibrator in deeper, flipping the switch to the highest vibration setting now. "You feel fucking amazing, you know that? So tight and... ugh, warm inside..." Katsuki sat up and stroked his cock to the way Shoto was fucking himself with the vibrator, working languidly from the thick base to the cockhead.
 
He wasn't sure how much he liked this. Feeling the hard outline of his boyfriends cock on his thigh and not having it in him just felt incredibly unfair.



He was about to say as much when suddenly the toy went in him deeper and something changed. It got a lot more powerful. He planted his foot against the bed as his back lifted again, his cock twitching.



He looked over when he heard Katsuki's hand on his own dick and licked his lips as he watched him work himself, watched his fingers wrap around that beautiful fucking cock he was so addicted to.



"Want to know something filthy?" He murmured. "That summer. You know those popsicles, the double ones." He laughed a little. He couldn't believe he was saying it out loud. "You should have seen how far I shoved it down my throat just because I missed your cock in my mouth."
 
Katsuki's abs tensed and every muscle in his body seemed to tighten and coil as the heat rose, only to swell his dick in his hand. Those filthy words made him drool a string of pre-cum that oozed down Shoto's inner thigh, and he was so fucking close to busting it, all over his boyfriend's dirty talking.

"Fuck, you're filthy," he huffed, using his other hand over Shoto's to press that toy deep inside his boyfriend, watching that quivering hole struggle to swallow it up.

"Keep going," he instructed him sternly, then climbed all the way up to Shoto's face, until his dick was tapping at his boyfriend's mouth for entry. He smeared the pre-cum over his lips and huffed, impatient to be inside that hot mouth.
 
Shoto's jaw clenched as Katsuki pushed the toy deeper and he realized that the lube already inside of him was a godsend because without it this whole thing would be impossibly uncomfortable.



Being left on his own took his mind a minute to kick in and he obediently moved his wrist, fucking himself with the vibrator in slow, shallow thrusts.



He smiled a bit at the impatience and drew his tongue flat and slow over the head of his boyfriends cock, gathering up the leaking precum before licking his lips and finally opening his mouth, sucking in just the tip. He loved it every goddamn time. The hot, heavy feel of him, the stretch of his lips. He could suck him off all night, but usually Katsuki would just fuck his face.
 
Katsuki felt like he was doing planks with how he had to support himself on all fours and try not to let his body collapse. Having sex with Shoto definitely was a work-out that often left him with that post-workout dizziness. "Shit..." he swore under his breath, sliding his cock in deep and feeling the way it filled out that mouth whether Shoto wanted it or not.

From there, he was drawing back his hips and easing in slow, giving Shoto a taste of what he'd been craving. "Fuck, baby," he half-growled, half-laughed. "You want me to finish you off with this big, fat cock, huh?"
 
"Yes," he said, too fast, too needy. He pulled the toy from himself slowly, not even bothering to try to turn it off, and immediately felt empty. Empty and wet, with lube running down his cheeks.



Even as he said it though, he couldn't seem to keep his mouth off his boyfriends cock. He licked at it again, drawing his open mouth across the thick shaft and whispering, "Please."
 
He gave his boyfriend a taste of what was to come, sliding his cock in deep to plug it into his throat, before he pulled back and kissed his parted lips.

"Come here, ride me," he said, though he sped up the process a bit by slipping inside Shoto with a muffled groan of pleasure. As expected, Shoto was fucking tight, but loosened just a bit from all the foreplay. As he leaned back and onto his elbows, he pulled his boyfriend to sit on him.

It wasn't often that he got this view, but with Shoto wearing his new collar, he was bound to enjoy the jingle of that metal ring as it bounced with his leash.
 
He almost whines when Katsuki pulls out of his mouth again because he doesn't care really just wants his cock in him somewhere, but the idea of riding him sounds good and he nods eagerly.



They groaned together. He was loose, but Katsuki was way thicker than the toy, and the stretch feels sudden and unyielding. But then he's up, knees on either side of his boyfriends muscled thighs, and he sighs happily as he sinks himself down until his ass is flush on Katsuki's lap.



"Gonna watch?" He asked softly, since his boyfriend was laying back, and gave a roll of his hips hips to test how slick he was. He put one hand on his collar and dropped his head back as he kept moving, rocking in slow circles that rubbed Katsuki's cock right up against his prostate, keeping them joined so fucking closely. It was too slow, there was no way his boyfriend would let him keep it up for long. He'd get impatient.
 
Katsuki was used to taking charge and taking what he wanted from Shoto, but when his boyfriend sunk down on his cock like that, riding him like he was a toy, Katsuki... well, he liked this. He groaned and rolled his head back, feeling his orgasm approach much faster than he wanted it to.

"Fucking shit, Shoto," he mumbled, running a hand up his own muscled pecs and across his abdomen slowly to enjoy the slow ride. "What, you don't like me watching?" he teased, cupping Shoto's balls out of the way to do what Shoto was always so embarrassed about, and quite literally watching that intimate way Shoto's hole dragged up and down his dick.

His hand left his boyfriend briefly before it slid along his thigh. "Feels good, baby?" he mumbled, showing a sleazy little smile.
 
"You're the worst," he muttered, but he didn't stop moving, didn't even close his eyes, which was unusual when he knew Katsuki was looking at him like that. He bit down on his lower lip at the question and nodded, his free hand splaying out across his boyfriends abdomen.



He stills for a moment then lifts up on his knees, almost to the point that Katsuki's cock slides out of him, and drops back down. His moan is half a gasp, heat rolling across his chest and up his neck as he does it again, his eyes going hazy and his fingers curling into the blonde hair under Katsuki's navel.



"Feels fucking amazing," he whispers, "god, you're so fucking good."
 
He knew he wasn't going to last very long like this, not with Shoto riding him looking as beautiful as he did. Katsuki had to wind his arm around his boyfriend to keep him still for a second, trying to catch his breath as he was barely able to toe along the line of shooting his load in Shoto.

"Fuck... might cum soon," he mumbled in embarrassment. This had to be a new record, but he wasn't proud of it because he wanted Shoto to be able to enjoy the ride however long he wanted. Unfortunately his dick disagreed.

He had a leash, but he still tugged his finger into the metal ring on Shoto's collar to pull him into a heady kiss, starting to lift his hips to meet Shoto halfway.
 
Shoto smiled to himself, because he'd never managed to turn Katsuki on that much, never managed to get him going so quickly it ended before he was ready.



He really loved his collar, being held down by it, the push and pull of their hips. He was breathing heavy, and with each part of their lips he said, "Go ahead, babe. Fill me up. I'll fucking love it. Then I'll cum all over myself. All over you."
 
He swore harshly. Any other time he would have said fat chance and fucked Shoto like it was a damn competition but this time it was too good for him to resist. Unable to hold on much longer after a minute, Katsuki hissed as he held Shoto's hip and came deep inside him, his cock pulsating and his balls drawing taut up to his body.

It was a wonder he could cum so much even after fucking Shoto everyday but somehow he came enough to flood his boyfriend's guts and then some. When he was left sensitive afterwards, Katsuki tried to bring Shoto to orgasm, jerking his cock in time with the way he bounced on him.

"Cum for me, baby. Fuck, you look so hot."
 
"Fuck," he whispers, feeling the way his boyfriends cock swelled and throbbed inside of him before it burst, filling him and filling him. It always felt so damn good.



He wasn't sure what pushed him over. The hand on his dick or Katsuki's words or the way he was still bouncing, like he could milk the cock in him for more, but his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, and he spilled over his boyfriends fingers messy and warm, eyes closed and head thrown back and he shakes with it before he collapses against Katsuki's chest, panting and spent and sensitive everywhere.
 
When Shoto came, the contractions around his cock were almost a little too much and Katsuki gasped, freeing his cock from him in a slow exit, to rubbing that slick sex up and down the seam of Shoto's ass to cum at the small of his waist, too.

He was still on his elbows when Shoto collapsed over him, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat from their lovemaking. The toy was still buzzing next to the futons and the music was still playing, fuck, just everything was so sexy when it involved Shoto. He huffed, reaching over to their stash of toys blindly to grab the butt plug, and sliding it in slowly to seal all the cum in. He gave the flared base a playful tap.
 
He shuddered when the toy was pressed into him, too sensitive post orgasm but too blissed out to want to fight it. His body gave another jolt when his boyfriend tapped it and he pressed his face into his chest and let out a shaky breath.

"Could stay like this until the next time you wanted to fuck me," he realized, mumbling the words against Katsuki's skin. "Then is already be stretched and wet for you. Wouldn't have to waste any time." He said it like he wasn't a slut for foreplay, but the idea of being ready and waiting was pretty hot.
 
Katsuki twitched as his arousal grew again. He didn't know how Shoto said all that with such a straight face but he was beginning to think that was going to be one of his kinks now. "You mean, in a couple of minutes?" he grinned, kissing up the side of Shoto's neck slowly.

He didn't know how the fuck he'd managed to have sex with other people. They had always been lackluster and he'd always left after cumming. It was even a miracle he hadn't become a surprise dad.

"Though, it's still fucking hot seeing you leak cum out of you," he mumbled. "But even hotter when you ride me. Shit, think that was the fastest I ever came."
 
"You're insatiable," Shoto mumbled, but he still tilted his head to make room for more kisses.



He smiled a little, glad that Katsuki found him being full of cum as hot as he did. "I think so too, at least with me," he mumbled. He ran his hand over his boyfriends chest, running his thumb slowly over a dark nipple. "That's another thing I can do when I tie you down. Ride you as long as I want to."
 
Katsuki slid his arms around, grabbing handfuls of Shoto's ass and leaning forward to kiss and suckle at the other nipple he'd neglected. He didn't know why, but he liked sucking him there as long as he could if he could help it.

"Sex is so fucking good with you," he mumbled. He'd even agree to being tied-down if it was with Shoto. He probably wouldn't like it once he got impatient.

He couldn't help but notice how far they'd come too. How they were at a point that Shoto was now collared and plugged. "Think I could suck on this for hours," he mumbled as he flicked his tongue over Shoto's nipple.
 
He moaned softly when Katsuki's mouth locked around his nipple. He'd never noticed how sensitive they were until his boyfriend focused on them.



He'd never had sex with anyone else - had barely even kissed another boy - but he couldn't imagine anyone being better in bed than Katsuki. Couldn't even imagine asking for the things he liked the way he could now. Or at least the way he was trying to.



"Go for it," he murmured. He didn't think he'd be able to take it that long though. His cock twitched with interest and he sighed, knowing he was just as slutty as his boyfriend.
 
Once he was given permission to (not that he really needed it) he latched his lips to his boyfriend's pec and suckled softly at first, starting to really get into it as if he was determined to really pull something from those perky nubs. His mouth popped off with a wet sound, his lips connected to the nipple by a thin string of spit.

"You've got some really nice tits," Katsuki teased. "Much better than the ones you face-planted into like an idiot at the mall."
 
"Shut the fuck up," Shoto said, for once with a little bit of meaning behind the words, pink dancing across his cheeks. He slid his fingers into his boyfriends hair and gripped tightly at his roots before shoving him back into his chest.

"Do something better with your mouth than talk shit," he huffed, his cock already hard where it was pressed between their bodies. His voice a little shaky from the pleasure he was already in. He liked it too much when they got messy.
 
Katsuki had never been forced in any sexual situation like this but damn did it get him horny in an instant. He grunted as his mouth latched onto Shoto's nipple again, growling as he bit around the nub.

To get back at Shoto for that, he reached around and pulled the plug out halfway before slamming it back inside him again.

Shoto's pecs were a mess of hickeys, teeth marks, and even bruises, which would definitely show if Shoto took off his shirt in public.
 
He'd never imagined himself the kind that would demand something like that either, he didn't even know where it'd come from. A desire to not be reminded of his embarrassment? Maybe just a desire for Katsuki?



He was so lost in just feeling good, making desperate little sounds where his forehead rested on the top of his boyfriends head, that he didn't even notice where Katsuki's hand had gone until he was grunting from the feeling of the toy being shoved back into him.



He was a moaning mess with each bite and nip and suck, the hand in Katsuki's hair holding on tight, panting hard.
 
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