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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

When he'd had his fill of that delicious pec, Katsuki licked the tender, swollen thing and kissed his boyfriend gratuitously. "Fuck, you always make me so damn horny. It's all your fault, you know that? How you make me into such a fucking beast."

He curled one arm around Shoto and with his thighs alone, stood up carrying Shoto in his arms. With both arms around his boyfriend now, he pressed him against the wall where their suitemates were most likely in, the wall undoubtedly thin.

With a pop, he pulled the plug out and used his fingers to keep the cum from flowing out, then slipped his cock back in slowly. "Gonna use your hole like my own little cum-dump," he whispered. "So hold onto me, slut."
 
"Fuck," Shoto muttered. He knew, rationally, that Katsuki was strong enough to carry him, but there was something about actually being carried that was hot as hell. He looked back at the wall a little in shock, even as he pressed his back against it to help take some of the weight off.



He squirmed when Katsuki's fingers replaced the plug in his ass - he knew already nothing could take the place of skin, heat, Katsuki. His hips rolled as his boyfriend slid his cock back into him, taking it much easier now than he had before.



"Someone's gonna here me screaming your name," he warned, as he wrapped his arms around his neck, sliding both hands into his hair and locking himself into place.
 
"That's the damn idea, babe," he chuckled, snapping his hips forward to bury his cock inside Shoto. He growled in pleasure, feeling the strain it had on his body to use his muscles all at once, to hold Shoto up at the same time his cock could thrust into him.

It gave him the sort of intense pain in his muscles that he felt during a workout that was just so good. "Fuck, you little slut," he muttered into the crook of Shoto's neck, pounding him deep with the intent of jostling him against the wall.

As he pushed into Shoto deep, Katsuki groaned as he felt his cock push through the globs of cum he'd put in Shoto earlier, fucking through it with a wet squelch.
 
The sound of his boyfriend pounding into him was near pornographic, and if their neighbors could hear it he really hoped they were either kinky fuckers or had headphones.



"Fuck," he whispers, tightening his grip on Katsuki's hair and holding on tightly as he bounces on his cock. He was already making ridiculous sounds, his back hitting the wall over and over, his own dick hard and leaking between them.
 
Katsuki was sweating as he focused on rutting the damn hell out of his boyfriend, fucking him like some animal in heat that had just stumbled past a warm hole to breed. He grunted, wrapping both arms around Shoto to jostle him onto his cock, harder and harder, until the cum was leaking out of him and dripping down his balls.

"Who's my dirty little slut?" he grinned as he kissed Shoto with heavy tongue. "Come on, pretty bitch, cum around my cock. Let me fucking feel your ass milking my dick."
 
"Me," he whispered into the kiss, their mouths coming together messily, saliva stringing between them. He felt so damn good, there was no way he was going to last much longer, not being fucked like that. Like he was just something to be used. He wanted to be dirty and slutty and pretty and good.



It was Bakugo's dirty mouth that pushed him over. His orgasm surprised him enough that he bit down on Katsuki's bottom lip, his legs wrapping around his waist tightly, nearly pulling his hair out.
 
"Fuck yeah you are," he chuckled, and it sounded like more of a gruff laugh than dirty talking. When he felt Shoto's cum splatter onto his stomach, he took that cue to drive himself home deep within his boyfriend so his cock felt all of the spasms, the way Shoto's ass clenched around him hard.

He came not long after, letting Shoto's weight drop onto his cock and his dick twitching inside as rope after rope of his seed painted his insides in cum. Katsuki groaned and kissed his boyfriend heavily, lifting Shoto off the wall so he could carry him into the bathroom just like this. They were due for another shower.
 
His toes curled with the feeling of cum filling him again, or his boyfriends thick dick throbbing inside of him while he road out his own high. He kept kissing him, tongue in his mouth, like he might die if he didn't taste enough of him.



He started going boneless by the time they made it to the bathroom, almost dead weight in Katsuki's arms, pulling from the kiss to bury his face in his neck.
 
Katsuki groaned as he pulled out of Shoto, all that cum draining out of him as that fat dick made its sloppy exit. As they washed under the hot water, Katsuki peppered possessive kisses all over his lover's neck, finding it hard to find a clean spot to kiss him now.

"Best I ever had," he grunted, finding it easier to slip into that gentle state of being with Shoto when they were high off sex.
 
"I don't want to feel anyone else inside of me but you," Shoto admitted into his skin. He kept his face buried, still holding onto him tightly. As if he were afraid if he let go, Katsuki would disappear.

"I think I'm done, I think it's just you."
Maybe he wasn't even gay. Maybe it was just Katsuki. Maybe it always had been. Maybe it always would be.

They'd agreed to date. To not leave each other. He'd promised to stay. From now until their careers and as far as he was concerned, forever. He didn't know if Katsuki felt the same. If he'd miss girls. But at the moment he couldn't bring himself to ask.
 
Katsuki tried to budge, but Shoto was holding onto him so dearly he thought he might choke. With a huff, he rested his hands on his boyfriend's hips and chuckled soft. "What's gotten into you, snowflake?" he snorted. "You're getting clingier the more we have sex-"

Then came the weight of that confession that left Katsuki speechless for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly he'd meant by that. He hadn't really come to terms with being "done" and settling down with someone, and the prospect of going beyond hero work to think of their future together... well, that scared him. It wasn't that he was afraid of commitment. He was just... he didn't know.

"What do you mean, done?" he sniffed. "Like, you wanna get married or something?" That wasn't even legal, but it was the first thing he thought of.
 
He was quiet for a moment, before he eventually loosened his grip. Maybe he was becoming the kind of person who got too clingy after sex. That needed aftercare and cuddles and ...



"Nothing," he said, backtracking. "Nothing. Sorry. Post orgasm talk." He lifted his face finally, and squirmed slightly to be let down. "I don't know, maybe it's the way we're fucking these days."
 
Katsuki glanced at the collar still wrapped around his boyfriend's neck and unlatched it for him before it got wet underneath the stream of water. He didn't know exactly what Shoto was talking about but that didn't mean he wanted to gloss over what he'd said.

"I'm... done, too," he said. "I want..." Katsuki struggled to say it as he swept his hair back under the water. "I want you. Fuck, I just... I don't want to lose you again."
 
For a moment Shoto reached for the collar, like he wanted it back, but he stopped and ran his hands through his hair again.



"I'm not leaving you again," he promised, leaning against the shower wall. "But ... if you ... miss girls. If you ... don't want to ... be monogamous, we can ... talk about that. But I think I do. I don't think I ever want anyone but you again."
 
"You can wear it again," he chuckled when he noticed Shoto had been reaching for the collar. "It's gonna get wet." He pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and glanced down, a slight scowl appearing on his face.

"Shut up, Todoroki. I don't miss girls, and I'm not trying to fuck other people," he scoffed. "I've got you." When he didn't have Shoto, that was a whole other story, because Katsuki felt like he was latching onto other people just to feel half of what he'd felt with Shoto.

"You're the one with the fanclub," he snorted.
 
"Okay," he said, softly. He didn't know why the thought had creeped into his mind. It wasn't like Katsuki had mentioned anything, had even looked at women since they'd been together. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." He didn't want to say he wanted to get married because that was a lot, very quickly, very illegally ... but maybe he would one day.



His expression bunched in confusion. "Fan club?"
 
"Stop apologizing," he snorted, turning off the water so they could get dried and effectively in bed sooner. Recently, their futons have been Katsuki's favorite place, since he did everything on them. He watched television, studied, slept, had sex, and even ate in their new bed sometimes.

"All those girls that hang over every word you say? Pffft," he snickered. He found all the attention that Todoroki got from girls to be more entertaining than anything. "Glamouroki." Katsuki dropped a towel on Shoto's head and affectionately dried him up as he would a dog.

"Now stop damn distracting me, I've got homework."
 
"Oh yeah, I distract you," Todoroki mumbled from under his towel before he pushed it off into the hamper. He found his pajama pants though, and pulled them on without bothering with boxers, before he fell onto the futons with his boyfriend.

His body was a mess of bruises and bite marks that were still fresh and angry looking but he didn't seem to mind in the least as he busied himself with his phone.

He texted one word to Mina: Glamouroki.

She replied in an instant, first with a bunch of question marks, then with the emoji that was supposed to be blushing, then with a gif of a woman fairing dramatically, and finally: who told you???

Katsu, he typed back, and when she replied it was with the side eye emojis. Sometimes he hated texting her. She knew he didn't speak in hieroglyphics. He rolled his eyes and sat his phone aside, pillowing his head on his arms to watch his boyfriend work.
 
Katsuki flopped his head on his boyfriend's ass, using him as a pillow as he held up a book about theory to read through. He was astoundingly focused when he had to be, and just between him and Shoto, he also wore reading glasses when his contacts were making his eyes dry. He'd started wearing them just recently and was still getting used to how clunky they felt on his face.

"Are you going to that damn Christmas party?" he asked Shoto, only because he was bored halfway through studying and wanted to multitask.
 
"You're supposed to be studying," Shoto teased. "But yes, I was thinking I'd go for a little while, at least. Could be fun."

They'd had a few Christmas parties in high school, but nothing outside of what they could get away with doing in class. Some gift exchanges and desserts. He knew it wouldn't get as rowdy as the Halloween party had, but there was still more they could do as adults.

"I heard Kaminari say something about making spiced egg nog," he added. "The spice being alcohol."
 
"I'll do what I damn want," he said as he turned his head to bite Shoto's ass.

It seemed Kaminari and Kirishima knew exactly how to lure Katsuki out of his hermit shell, since every party they included a bit of alcohol to make things interesting. "Better not be the weak shit," he mumbled.

That reminded him that he should probably get a gift for Kirishima and Kaminari at the very least, even if it was just a stick of gum or something.
 
"I mean they're your friends, I'm pretty sure they know what you like by this point," he muttered. It didn't really matter if Katsuki considered them friends, Kirishima and Kaminari were like golden retrievers - they were happy with what attention Bakugo gave them and were loyal to the bone. They weren't going anywhere. And to get Katsuki to pay attention to them, they would use whatever means necessary. It'd be sad if it wasn't so cute.

"Besides, I need to get gifts for a few people," he said. He was really trying with this friend thing. Had ever since highschool had proved that maybe he didn't have to do everything alone after all.
 
Katsuki didn't seem to deny that. At least where Kaminari and Kirishima were concerned, Bakugo was a little more protective of them.

"What are you getting them?" he asked out of curiosity, allowing himself to be distracted as he crawled up to Shoto, pulling his boyfriend's arm around him so he could be tucked against him. He didn't know when he'd started to enjoy this brainless small chat but he did.
 
Shoto smiled softly and shifted onto his side so he could tuck his boyfriend in closer to him. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and said, "I found a shark plushie I think Kirishima will like. It's not much, but I think he likes it when people think about him. And the new All Might figurine for Midoriya. I just got Mina a gift card though, she's been wanting new clothes and I don't trust myself to shop for her."

Mina didn't trust him to shop for himself, either. Most of his college wardrobe had come from spending the summer with her, and her demanding that he buy what she shoved at him.
 
Katsuki blinked a few times, mostly in awe of how Shoto had managed to think of gifts for all those people so quick when he was struggling to think of something to buy his own boyfriend. He was thinking of a scarf, since Shoto seemed to like wearing those during the winter and last Christmas, he'd looked really cute with one of those chunky ones.

"What are you getting me?" he grinned wide, pushing his finger into Shoto's cheek just to be annoying.
 
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