Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

Well, that just meant he could make marks anywhere else, as long as his mother couldn't see them. "Just wear your nerdy turtlenecks," he said, just watching Shoto eat in perfect bliss.

He burped again just to be a little shit about it, and blew it his boyfriend's way.

"Think I'll just stay in today, then," he mumbled. He was used to working out at the gym everyday so while it felt weird breaking the routine, he decided he could work out at home too. "You wanna work out with me?"
 
He probably could wear a turtle neck and be fine, but for some reason he didn't trust it. Like maybe his mother would see through it as if it wasn't cold enough out to justify the layers.

"You're disgusting", he commented on yet another burp before he got up and cleared their dishes. When Katsuki cooked, he usually took care of the cleanup. It only seemed fair.

It'd been awhile since they'd actually worked out together - Shoto was less intense about it, and usually stuck to his class gym time, but he didn't want to get completely out of shape over the break. "You mean, get all hot and sweaty with you? Yeah, that'd be nice."
 
"Yeah," he grinned, smacking Shoto's ass hard as he walked by him. "We can spot each other, make sure we're getting our sets in." He'd worked out with Shoto a few times, mostly turning into a personal trainer from hell as he made sure Shoto worked himself hard.

Though, now he knew Shoto didn't want another Endeavor as his boyfriend so he wasn't nearly so demanding.

He tugged up the waistband of his gray sweats a bit, tightening the string so it didn't droop down all the way and even show the beginnings of the tuft of blond pubic hair.

"Think I should trim?" he mumbled.
 
Shoto frowned a bit as Katsuki pulled his sweats up. It wasn't even that big of a change, but he'd been enjoying the view. Katsuki in sweats had always done something for him. Especially when he didn't feel the need to wear anything under them.

"Nah," he answered. "Let it grow, it's kind of hot." Hanging out with Mina, he'd heard that line of hair get referred to as a Happy Trail more than once. He thought it sounded kind of funny, but he couldn't argue with its meaning.

He kept his own body hair well sculpted, mostly because the mismatched colors bothered him. He was half and half from his head to his toes. It got a little weird sometimes.
 
Katsuki grinned. Of course Shoto would find it hot. He rarely manscaped anyways; it wasn't his thing. He much preferred growing it out and trimming when he needed to. He pulled out his waistband to take a peek at his own junk, then moved back to kiss Shoto's forehead.

"I like it when you're smooth," he said as he grabbed his boyfriend's ass, teasing his middle finger down the seam. "You taste like fucking dessert down there, you know that?"
 
Shoto flushed, not sure if it was the words or the touch that got him. "Shut up," he mumbled. He had a feeling they were going to end up in bed soon.

He placed a hand on Katsuki's abdomen, sliding his fingers down the well defined abs and through the blonde hair under his navel.

He wanted to argue that there was no way he tasted that good, but Katsuki could eat him out too long for it to be bad. Besides, if he liked the taste of cock as much as he did, he supposed it could work the other way.
 
"I could get my workout in another way," he said, his breath husky against his boyfriend's ear. When Shoto's fingers pressed against his navel, he pushed his hips forward, sandwiching their lower bodies. He pulled Shoto's chin to kiss him, his other arm wound tightly around his boyfriend's middle.

They didn't often have sex or get frisky in the mornings because their schedules conflicted quite often, but Katsuki was ready to go, backing up Shoto against the nearest wall and teasing his palm over Shoto's cock through whatever he was wearing.
 
He went into the kiss easily, one arm winding around Katsuki's neck as his back hit the wall. The teasing touch over his thin pajamas pulled a small moan from his throat and he suddenly felt like they were wearing too many clothes. His hand on his boyfriends abdomen slid lower, dipping under the waistband of his sweats and running his fingers down his interested but not quite hard cock.

He stroked Katsuki in time with their kiss, loving the hot feeling of it in his hand, sliding his tongue in his boyfriends mouth for something a little closer, a little wetter.
 
Katsuki groaned under his breath, the sound like a guttural growl against Shoto's lips as his cock rutted against his boyfriend's bare hand. It swelled as they made out, his large palms reaching up to squeeze Shoto's pecs, pinching his nipples. "Think I wanna taste you this time," he mumbled against Shoto's neck, starting his slow descent down his boyfriend's body until he was on his knees, pressing kisses into his boyfriend's hips.

He rarely got to suck his boyfriend off, and a part of him was sure he couldn't be as good as Shoto was at it. He started slow, teasing his lips along the outline of Shoto's cock, before he hooked his fingers into the waistband and inched the material down, his mouth going right to kissing his boyfriend's dick indulgently.
 
It was so rare to see Katsuki sink to his knees that Shoto felt his cock twitch and the muscles in his stomach tighten. He thought he whispered out an 'okay' but he wasn't sure, given how hard he was already breathing as his boyfriends mouth moved down his body.

He dropped his head back on the wall but kept his gaze downward as that fucking mouth worked over the thin cloth of his pajama pants like a goddamn tease. His hips shifted forward the moment fingers hooked in his waistband, each inch feeling too slow. He bit his lip to keep from saying anything and sighed the moment Katsuki's lips touched his hardening cock, and he ran his hands through his boyfriends hair softly.
 
Katsuki glanced up, not quite used to this perspective, but he thought that Shoto looked attractive at all angles, especially now when he was looking like he might melt into the wall if Katsuki was any more indulgent with him. He stroked the few inches at the bottom with a hand, lewdly spitting on the head of Shoto's cock to pull the saliva down his length with his hand. "Gonna take good care of you, babe," he smirked, sucking his other middle finger to slip between his boyfriend's legs to tease at his rim, while his lips took his cock in, cheeks hollowing.

Shoto tasted divine, everything from the taste of his bare skin, to the slight trace of musk and salt, made Katsuki moan in pleasure around his cock at the same time his digit slipped in, gently teasing in and out of him.
 
It shouldn't be that attractive to watch Katsuki drag his own saliva down his cock but it was and he thought one day he was really going to have to come to terms with his spit kink. "You always do," he murmured, his voice gone low the way it always did when he was turned on, mismatched eyes dark and half lidded. He knew exactly what his boyfriend was up to the moment he suck his finger in his mouth, and Shoto cursed softly, his legs widening as far as the pants around his thighs would allow him.

Katsuki's mouth was always fucking sin, if he was talking, fighting, fucking - wrapped around his cock like that, it was ridiculously hot. When he moaned, Shoto's hips shook, a swear falling off his lips, his grip in his boyfriends hair tightening when that finger slipped inside of him. He was fucking weak.
 
Instead of leaving it up to Shoto to fuck his face, Katsuki took charge, swallowing down his boyfriend's cock eagerly and bobbing his head in time with the way that one digit hooked into Shoto to seek that sweet spot. By now, he knew exactly where it was to find it when he was deep enough. He didn't let up, not even when Shoto's grip in his hair tightened, his cock-sucking just as aggressive as the rest of him.

The hand that jerked the base of Shoto's cock left to jerk down his lover's pajama pants with such vigor that they nearly ripped, and once they were pooled around his ankles and then off, he grabbed one of Shoto's legs to haul over his shoulder, to let his finger slip in deeper.
 
He'd known there was no way Katsuki sucking him off was going to be soft or sweet - neither of them were really into that kind of thing - but he still hadn't expected how hard it hit him when his boyfriend got serious. His mouth was wet and hot and the suction perfect and he so rarely paid it any attention with anything that wasn't his hand or Katsuki's if he was lucky so he was oversensitive with the pleasure of it.

"Fuck," he muttered when his pants were off and his leg was hauled up and he was fucking thankful for it because he wasn't sure his knees were going to stay stable enough to keep him up. He rocked back instinctually on the finger working inside of him, tightening his grip on Katsuki's hair again and pressing down. It was less of a guiding force and more of a desperate need to keep him doing exactly what he was doing.
 
He kept one arm curled around Shoto's waist, while the other hand worked underneath the lifted leg to tease at his boyfriend's prostate. He was as messy as he could possibly be, hardly caring for the way that he choked around that dick, his spot collecting and dribbling out of his mouth like something out of a deepthroat porno.

And when he'd feel his cock tense in his mouth, like he had Shoto edged, Katsuki pulled off his cock and let it rest against the crook of his shoulder and neck as he kissed up his boyfriend's navel. Then, after a few seconds of relief from his warm mouth, he was back at it again, sucking his cock like he'd been doing it all his life.
 
It shouldn't turn him on so much to hear him choke like that. Katsuki's cock was fat but Shoto's was a bit longer, much thinner, smoother without the thicker bump his boyfriends had. He could take a photo of him like this. Mouth stuffed and drool sliding down his chin.

Being edged like that was fucking ridiculous. Just long enough to come down only to get wound back up. He was breathing hard and had a death grip on his boyfriends hair and was so ready to come.

"Think anyone would believe me if I told them Katsuki Bakugo got on his knees for me?" He asked, voice deep and shaky.
 
When Shoto put it like that, Katsuki dug his finger a little deeper on purpose, all the way to his third knuckle, to hear his voice falter and tremble. "Yeah, right," he grinned, mouthing against Shoto's balls with his boyfriend's cock leaning against his cheek. "Think anyone would believe me if I told them you love getting skewered on my fat cock every night?"

And just because that riled him up, he grabbed one of Shoto's perky ass cheeks and pulled it hard against him, to take control of his boyfriend's vigorous thrusts in and out of his mouth, forcing Shoto to face-fuck him, and God, was he noticing now that he had an almost nonexistent gag reflex, as he could take down Shoto's cock way past the back of his throat, and stick his tongue out just far enough to flick and lap at his balls.
 
It worked, his voice broke around a moan, and he should really know better than to try and talk dirty because Katsuki would always one up him and say something filthier. He didn't have to work passed the embarrassment Shoto did.



He was such a goddamn bottom he couldn't even take over fucking Katsuki's face, he just let him make him, and fuck did it feel impossible how deep his cock was going. How wet and warm and tight his boyfriends throat was. He'd had to work in his own gag reflex for so long to suck dick the way he did, it was almost unfair that Katsuki didn't seem to have the same struggle. Almost, because Shoto was the one getting the benefits of it.



One of his fists slammed against the wall when he realized Katsuki had taken him so deep his fucking tongue was on his balls and that felt so damn good his cock throbbed and -



"Shit," he rasped, "I'm gonna cum."
 
He could feel that his baby was close by the way his dick twitched and his ass clenched around his finger, and fuck was it hot to just behold it from his position on his knees, knowing he was what was undoing his boyfriend at the seams. When Shoto announced he was close, his mouth left that tortured cock with a lewd pop, and he stood to pin his boyfriend's neck to the wall. He moved that leg over his shoulder to hang over his forearm instead, the other hand leaving Shoto's throat to feed the head of his cock into his lover's well-worked hole.

"The only way you're cumming is around my dick," he muttered, groaning deeply as his pre-cum lubed up that hole just enough to snag the head in. With enough times he did this, maybe he'd condition Shoto to cum only when he was filled with cock.
 
He was one breath away from complaining when Katsuki pulled his mouth off his cock again. If he'd known he was going to be a dick about it he wouldn't have given a warning. Just came in his mouth and let him deal with it. But then there's glorious pressure around his neck and yeah. Okay.



He didn't know when he'd closed his eyes but he opened them now, taking in the sight of Katsuki's mouth still wet and his cock in his hand. He didn't even get a chance to agree - which he did, wholeheartedly - before that fat head was stretching his hole. His own groan mixed with Katsuki's, he wasn't as loose as he liked to be, or as wet, but something about the burn felt too damn good to care.



He closed his eyes again and breathed deeply. "Got a new thing for fucking me against walls?"
 
Katsuki kissed him as his dick slid in slow. If he wasn't so fucking hard, this would have been difficult, but his cock was stiff enough to push into him even with a thin layer of pre-cum and spit for lube. He kissed Shoto with a grunt, rutting in as deep as he could in this position.

"Got a thing for fucking you," he muttered. "I'd fuck you anywhere."

But the wall was starting to become a favorite, because there was something hot about keeping Shoto pinned between it and himself. He spat into his hand and resumed the work of jerking Shoto off with his cock plowing into him.
 
There was no hope of swallowing his moan with Katsuki kissing him like that, so he let it go, his grip tightening with each inch. He was such a slut for the feeling of being filled like that.



"I bet you fucking would," he muttered. They'd always been kind of dirty, but between being older and being out, possibilities were appearing that he had a feeling one day his boyfriend would take advantage of. Especially given that he didn't quite care who saw.



"Fuck," he whispered when Katsuki's hand returned around him, and he dropped his face into his boyfriends shoulder, the hand that had been in his hair this whole time dropping to scrape against his back. His body was already shaking from it, his cock leaking and providing new slick with each slide of Katsuki's hand wrapped around him.



"I'm not gonna last," he muttered weakly. "Fuck me until you cum anyway."
 
"Yeah, I plan to, princess," he chuckled between heavy pants, rutting into his boyfriend like a damn dog though Shoto was so viscerally tight from there being no lube. He hugged Shoto's waist to himself to force himself in a little deeper, groaning as he felt that familiar crawl in his own gut, the heat coiling at the tip of his dick.

He rattled Shoto against the wall like he wanted to fucking embed him into it, and whether he came or not, he hurried towards his own release, swearing under his breath as he came, every forceful snap of his hips into his boyfriend feeling so much easier to do as his cum slicked up Shoto's tight ass.

He got impatient, and pulled Shoto's legs around his waist, hoisting him against the wall to batter that asshole like it was a bullseye and his cock a lance, sloppily fucking out his orgasm.
 
He went a little stupid with it. That happened sometimes, like he got cock drunk. His mind shut off and it was just feeling. Just pleasure. Just heat and shock and more. He wasn't sure when he came. Wasn't sure when his teeth sank into his boyfriends shoulder. But when he came back to himself he could feel the slick where their stomach met and had to make himself let go of the skin he'd bitten.



His legs were off the ground and wound tightly around Katsuki and he was slicker and more open and he moaned as he felt himself being filled and being slammed into the wall and it was all too good and sounded fucking pornographic and he wondered if the room next to theirs was empty because eventually they were going to file a noise complaint on them.
 
He kept going inside Shoto even after he came, trying to work past the pain of the refractory period, and huffing into the crook of Shoto's neck as he did. "Fuck yeah, baby..." he muttered as he felt that ass clench and tighten around his sore dick. "You ready to clean it off?"

Katsuki went to make a hickey, but he stopped himself short of Shoto's neck, then made one near his collarbone instead. When he slowly set him down, heaving, cum dripped onto his cock, icing it like a damn dessert.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom