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His legs felt weak and he was thankful Katsuki eased him to the ground instead of just dropping him. He wasn't entirely sure how long he nodded that yes, he absolutely was ready to clean his cock.

He didn't push onto his knees because he didn't trust them but he sat up and grabbed Katsuki's toned ass and jerked him forward, licking his way from base to tip, over and over, like he was determined to get every part of it, before sealing his mouth over the tip and sucking, his tongue tracing the crown, pulling salty, warm cum into his mouth like it was his favorite damn dessert.
 
Katsuki shivered in pleasure, his fingers winding in Shoto's hair as his boyfriend's mouth closed around his cock, and damn was his dick sore but it still twitched half-hard in interest. "Fucking shit," he whispered, in awe of how hungry Shoto was for cum that he'd clean him off like that. It was extremely hot, and honestly made him want to go another round.

"Keep at it," he smirked, bringing out his phone from the dining table next to them to quickly snap a photo of the lewd scene before him. He'd keep that later to send Shoto just to fuck with him, or to keep it to jerk off to.
 
He did as he was told, he was really good at that, and sucked more of Katsuki's dick into his mouth. He wasn't being as rough as he normally would, more just allowing his mouth to be a warm cock holder as his tongue worked around it, like it hadn't just been in his ass.

He looked up through his lashes in time to see the phone and was briefly upset that he hadn't thought to take one himself when Katsuki was on his knees, but he never had been one to collect dirty photos - too worried someone would stumble upon them.

He kept licking until Katsuki's cock stopped tasting so much like himself and more like what he was used to, but he still didnt pull back, just kept it like he was more than happy to keep his boyfriends cock warm all day.
 
Katsuki groaned as Shoto milked his cock dry of every last drop of cum. His abs tightened as he eased himself back, the head popping out of those sinfully pink lips cleaner than it had been before, and fuck was it a treat to see.

"When the hell did you get so slutty?" he snorted, almost breathless and in awe. He could remember their first time like it was yesterday, all of their clumsy fumbles and Shoto being mute the whole time. Now his boyfriend acted like he guzzled cum for a living.
 
He licked his lips when his mouth was empty and leaned back against the wall, looking up at Katsuki with his usual bright expression, though his eyes had that hazy blissful look that always came post orgasm.

"Probably around the same time you became so demanding," he mused. Katsuki's mouth had always been filthy, but with time it'd stopped being just dirty talk and turned into orders and demands and letting him know he was going to take what he wanted regardless of how Shoto felt about it. Which they both knew was just talk, Katsuki had never pushed farther than Shoto was willing to go, but it was hot talk.
 
Katsuki stared down at Shoto and wondered for a brief moment how he was so fucking beautiful, how he'd managed to land a hottie like that.

He knelt down, bringing their gazes together as he curled his fingers into Shoto's hair and kissed him hard, tongue and all. "Love you," he muttered as he pulled away, the words whispered against Shoto's lips. He wasn't going to admit it but he was pretty sure he'd known that when Shoto had first said yes to his proposal to go out for dinner sometime.
 
Sometimes, looking into Katsuki's eyes was too much. He could be so expressive, but while his face was usually twisted in anger or irritation or the occasional blank scowl, his eyes gave him away. Most people didn't bother to notice. Shoto couldn't not notice.

He saw the love before the kiss, felt it slide through his body warmly, and he kissed him again before he whispered, "Love you too."

He said it to Katsuki more than he'd said it to anyone else. Meant it more, too, he thought. He pressed their foreheads together for a moment and let that feeling settle over him before he said, "help me up."
 
He cupped Shoto's cheeks and pecked his lips once more, relishing in the morning bliss, and letting himself feel more than the anger or the irritation that coursed through him.

"I didn't even fuck you that hard," he snorted as he helped Shoto up anyways, tugging his boyfriend in at the last second into his arms. He wound his arms around him and for a moment just held him, brushing his hands against his back in comforting strokes, even swaying them from side-to-side.

Katsuki had never known what gentle really was, but the longer he loved Shoto, the gentler he became.
 
"Yeah well you also made me stand," Shoto complained, even though technically Katsuki had supported most of his weight. He fell into his boyfriends chest with a small, happy sound and stayed there, nuzzled close.

It was very possible no one had ever been gentle with him in his life. He tried to think back, tried to think of the awkward way his sister attempted to hug him, but how his brother never did. They hadn't spent enough time together as kids to have that kind of relationship. His mother had doted on him, up until she suddenly, violently hadn't. Endeavor had never.

He'd never really noticed how screwed up he was. He thought maybe Katsuki being gentle with him was good for him.
 
Katsuki was messed up in his own way. His mother had always shown him tough love, her version of affection being some kind of playful slap or even a good smack behind the head. He'd bullied his friends in the same way and never felt the need to protect any of them.

He was even sure their first attempt at a relationship had failed because Katsuki hadn't been gentle with Shoto the way he was now. Something had shifted between them.

His hands suddenly knew gentleness, soft as they pulled Shoto close to him, fingers curling into his silky locks.

"Still a whole fucking day left," he snorted, still hugging Shoto without any intent to let go. "Wanna just fuck for two weeks?" he teased.
 
"Yes," he answered, in that tone he had that was impossible to tell if he was joking or not.

He had a vague memory of Mina telling him about one of her extracurricular classes, where she was learning about how people showed and understood love. He'd only half listened, because she was his friend and she was excited about it, but he hadn't been too sure it was real.

Standing there though, feeling the warmth of Katsuki around him, the safety of his strong arms, the affection of his fingers through his hair, he remembered her saying physical touch was one of them. He thought, maybe, he was beginning to learn something about himself.
 
"Yes to fucking for two weeks?" Katsuki grinned, covering his boyfriend's face in kisses. He was starting to learn something about himself, too. When paired with someone who just... took all of him and didn't judge at all, he just... allowed himself to feel everything.

Shoto was the real deal. He even imagined himself to spend the rest of his foreseeable future with him, maybe not exactly getting married but definitely settling down. Getting a place with him. Becoming an unstoppable duo together.

"Did you hear?" he said after he peeled himself away to tuck his dick back in and clean up their mess. "Damn Deku's doing the training program too. With Round Face."
 
"Yes," Shoto said again, because really the idea of locking themselves away for two weeks and spending it in as little clothing as possible didn't seem like a bad idea. He frowns a little when Katsuki pulls away from him, but he's a sticky mess too, so he takes the time to clean himself up too.

Midoriya hadn't mentioned anything to him about staying over the summer, but he couldn't say the news surprised him. If Katsuki was doing it, Midoriya was sure to be as well. They thought alike, in a weird kind of way. He pulled his pajama pants back on and a thought occurred to him. "Do you think ... Midoriya and Uraraka are ... together?"
 
Katsuki didn't bother tightening the strings of his waistband this time, letting it fall a bit past his hips. "Pfft, Cheeks and Deku? Two submissives don't make a relationship," he said. "Though, Cheeks probably wears the pants."

He didn't think that the two had a thing, mostly because Uraraka was too shy and Deku was just clueless.

"But whatever, then he'll stop damn ogling you," he muttered. Though, nowadays he was starting to get less possessive and more smug that he was dating who others couldn't have.
 
"Two submissives don't make a relationship," he repeated, like he didn't get it for a moment, then he snorted. He wasn't sure why he'd asked, something about Kirishima's comment the night before - about the rest of them putting socks on their doors - made him mildly curious about who was hooking up with who. Uraraka was pretty, but he was never sure where her interests lied. Not that he spent much time thinking about it, but sometimes he did wonder if she didn't have a bit of a thing for Midoriya. Or Katsuki, if he was honest.



"Midoriya doesn't ogle me," he said, going to their unused bedroom to shift through their kink bag and find the red rope he'd bought. He returned to sit on the futon, brows drawn, remembering Katsuki confirming who was and wasn't in his 'fan club'. "Does he?"
 
"Takes one who knows what they're doing and a clueless one," Katsuki said, pointing a finger at Todoroki. "Clueless." Then, he jerked a thumb towards himself. "Knows what they're doing." It was pretty simple math, really. He returned to the futon and eyed the red rope that Shoto had nonchalantly brought like Katsuki wasn't going to ask about it. "The hell did you bring the rope for?" he asked, half-wary and half-aroused.

"How do you fucking look like that and think people don't ogle?" he asked aggressively, even if it was complimenting Shoto at this point.
 
Shoto stuck his tongue out in possibly the most playful way he'd ever shot back at Katsuki. He wasn't clueless he just ... okay maybe he was a little clueless. But he sure had a lot of fun figuring stuff out.

"Just practicing," he said as he unlooped it. It was long enough he let most of it fall to the ground, and glanced at the book that came with it outlining starter knots. "Don't get excited, it's going to take me a minute to learn." Or worried. He was bad at reading most people's emotions but he knew Katsuki well.

He shot his boyfriend half a glare and muttered, "you say that like I haven't heard people mention that I'd be a lot more attractive if half my face wasn't messed up." He said it with a lot less of a grudge than he used to - but only because he knew Katsuki was kind of into it. "I guess I ... just assumed no one would ever think ... "
 
He grabbed a piece of fizzy lemon candy in their fruit bowl to suck on as he watched Shoto "practice" with the rope, like he wasn't going to be staring at him the whole time. "Well, fuck them, that's why you're with me," he snorted. "Because that scar is fucking badass." He kind of wanted one, too, but he wasn't that tone-deaf to admit that to somebody who considered their scar a trauma.

"No one would think you're dating material?" he raised a brow, then took Shoto's face to kiss him on the lips to get him back for that playful tongue, slipping the candy into his boyfriend's mouth. If they were swapping cum, surely candy couldn't be any worse.
 
Shoto took the candy with zero intention of giving it back. Lemon was his favorite. He shrugged a bit as he focused on the rope again, getting it knotted around his wrist although there was a small tab left out. He tested it by jerking it with his free hand, but it didn't let up, until he pulled the tab. He tilted his head in interest and restarted the knot on both wrists, it was fairly simple.

"I'm not dating material, not really," he said. "If people really -" he almost said are in a fan club over me but he couldn't take it seriously "- are interested. Well, they wouldn't be for long. I'm too messed up. I think you're the only one that could handle me."

He tested the rope again, tugging, and it didn't give way, until once more he pulled on the tab, and then it fell loose around his elbows. He turned to Katsuki then and said "Give me your wrists."
 
"Clueless doesn't mean messed up, idiot," Katsuki mumbled as he leaned in and kissed Shoto again, tongue trying to press into his boyfriend's mouth to retrieve his candy. "Give it back," he snickered. "That was the last one!" He'd swiped a handful of them at the front desk of that soba restaurant they'd gone to a while back.

But when given something else to focus on, Katsuki hesitated before he offered his wrists out like he was to be cuffed. "Tch, like those'll hold me." He seemed to be missing the point that that was what the restraints were for, but the blond was stubbornly competitive, and hated being restrained. This would be a new feeling, to be restrained by a lover he trusted.
 
Shoto had just leaned back and grinned - actually grinned - when Katsuki tried to get his candy back. He'd shaken his head and clamped his mouth shut, eyes shining. Like he hadn't just been talking about being too screwed up to date. He didn't push the subject though, taking the rope distraction as easily as Katsuki did.

"That's the point," he said, retying the knots he'd done on himself. He'd been right, the shiny red was incredibly nice against Katsuki's skin tone. He slid his fingers between his boyfriends, twining them together, and tugged. The ropes went taunt, tight and constraining. "So if you get uncomfortable you can just -" he pulled the tab with his thumb, and the ropes fell, loose enough to be shaken off.
 
He settled for tasting his boyfriend's lemon-flavored spit as they kissed, smooching him once, twice, three times on the face before he stared at Shoto tying his restraints. It was the most still he'd ever be while someone was tying him up, but once they were knotted, he blinked a few times.

"Does this make you horny?" he snorted, shaking off the binds so he could loop it around Shoto's neck, gently tugging him close to press their lips heatedly together again.
 
Shoto went easily when he was pulled, the rope around his neck smooth and gentle, and fell right into that kiss. He drug it on for awhile, biting at Katsuki's lower lip so he could slide his tongue in his mouth now that he was candy free.

When he finally pulled back he wrapped his hands around the ropes again, looping the extra around Katsuki's neck and pulling him back in. They were going to get all tangled up like this.

"Kind of," he admitted. "But if you don't like it, that's fine. I just wanted to make you sit still for once."
 
Katsuki didn't really know if he liked it or not. He was just... okay with it since Shoto was the one doing it to him, but if anyone ever got near him with restraints he would have bitten their heads off. "The hell do you mean?" he snorted. "I am still." Probably not for long, though.

But even now, he was leaning excitedly into Shoto, trying to kiss the hell out of him, like he had a tail running on a motor behind him.
 
"Uh huh, like you're still right now?" He asked, tugging the ropes again and pulling his boyfriend closer even though there was no need, Katsuki would kiss him anyway.

"Here we have all these toys and we don't even need them, you'll jump me anyway," he muttered, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I don't even look good right now and it's no different than if I was done up in lace or something."
 
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