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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

He doesn't answer because his mouth is busy but he sucks harder and pushes forward to take his boyfriends dick deeper down his throat, humming his agreement around it once he gets there. He doesn't want another cock, he figured that out over their months apart. His body was molded to this one and he liked it.

He pressed his ass back at the request and closed his eyes. When he clenches around Katsuki it isn't so much on purpose as it is because he's too damn turned on to do anything else, but he focused on his muscles and bares down and oh - that's nice.
 
Katsuki moaned, muttering out a string of swears as his cock twitched and oozed pre-cum down Shoto's throat and all over his tongue. He was leaking bad, feeling like he might bust in his mouth if he kept this up. "Wanna feel a little trick I was practicing?" he grinned, reaching between Shoto's legs to grab his cock like he was milking it.

From his hand, there was the tiniest explosion, feeling more like an intense vibration than anything. It was like an explosion that fizzled before it got anywhere, skittering up and down Shoto's cock like puffs of air blowing against it.
 
It had been a long time since something had shocked Shoto enough he stopped sucking cock, but Katsuki's new trick does it. He pulls back in shock and his body jolts and he feels his dick leak. Heat is curling low in his abdomen and how he didn't burst from that is beyond him.



"Holy fucking shit," he whispers, breathing hard. He's surprised he's still up, surprised he didn't fall. His mismatched eyes flicker up towards Katsuki. "I nearly came from that. Fuck."
 
Katsuki grinned widely. He'd been practicing control lately, not only to channel his explosions into narrow beams or bullets, but on a much smaller scale too, like when he needed to batter his boyfriend's cock with micro-vibrations. He was milking Shoto like a cow between his legs, his rough palm continuing to make those tiny rumbles, some more intense than others, and the bursts were warm, sometimes hot, just a bit more bearable than candle wax.

"Did I say you could stop sucking my cock?" he said, pushing Shoto's head to his lap again.
 
Theres no way he's not going to cum from this. It's too good. Katsuki's hand around his dick already feels amazing anyway, rough palms and thick fingers and warm touch, but the vibrations are unreal. It doesn't even cross his mind that if his boyfriend slipped he could really fuck up because his mind was turning white and fuzzy and nothing really mattered but pleasure pleasure pleasure.

He hears Katsuki's voice but it's the guiding touch to his lap that he processes more than the words and he opens his mouth and sinks back on his cock and sighs happily and he's overwhelmed but damn it's good.
 
He paced his breaths, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay while Shoto sucked his cock like a damn whore. His hand twisted in his boyfriend's hair shoved him down harder and harder, forcing him to take his cock down his throat with the intent to make him gag and drag out that thick spittle, and his hand left Shoto's dick to smack his ass, and this time, his ability made it hurt more, like a swift, scalding slap that felt like a whip cracking across his bottom.

He soothed the burn away with his palm, grinning as he saw his handprint swell against that fair skin. "Clench again," he ordered, this time smacking that greedy hole to jostle all those beads inside him.
 
He almost didn't realize how much control Katsuki was letting him have until the pace changes to something rough and he gags and moans and gets pushed that point where he cares what sounds he makes and how his body moves and all he cares about is more. His mouth is open and willing and his ass is pressed back like he's silently begging to get hit again and there's tears gathering in the corners of his eyes and he's fucked.

He comes the moment he clenches, obeying without even thinking, the beads in his ass moving from the slap, sucking Katsuki's cock with new vigor as he rides out his orgasm.
 
He knew the pleasure would recede after his orgasm, so as soon as he felt his boyfriend clenching through the quakes of his orgasm, he yanked out the beads all at once to intensify the climax, plugging in that greedy hole with two fingers to feel the way Shoto squeezed and milked them.

"Fuck...!" he groaned out as he lifted his hips and came into his boyfriend's mouth, his cock spurting and spurting his thick, heavy load in waves into Shoto. He was fucking dizzy from his orgasm but he smacked Shoto's ass hard again, branding that cheek as his.
 
He wasn't sure if he came again or came harder or maybe had an out of body experience but as soon as Katsuki pulled those beads out he felt it like an electric shock through his entire body, heat exploding through his abdomen and down his arms and legs. He never liked being empty when he came which was why he clenched down so hard on the fingers Katsuki shoved inside him, and the unexpected fullness brings a moan from him that almost sounds like a cry.

He didn't move his mouth, Katsuki's dick deep down his throat, one hand scrambling to grab at his hip and hold him close when his boyfriends hips lifted. It's only after he's swallowed it all and he's coming down from his own high that he pulls back and collapses on the bed, chest heaving with how hard he's breathing.
 
Katsuki felt boneless after he flooded Shoto's mouth with his cum, his half-hard cock twitching in interest as he saw Shoto splaying out on the futons like he'd just been fucked so thoroughly he couldn't move. He, of course, couldn't resist the urge to lean over and kiss down his chest, mouthing at his nipples and down those toned abs to kiss and bite at his hips.

He moved himself between his boyfriend's legs and kissed him, his wet cock slowly grinding against Shoto's as if to mimic the way they made love like this. "Guess you liked the beads?" he smirked triumphantly.
 
Shoto hummed when Katsuki's mouth touched his chest, a hand sliding in his hair though he doesn't press down the way he normally does, just enjoys the feeling of his boyfriends mouth on his sensitive skin, squirming slightly when something feels a little too good.

"you're the worst," he says, one leg coming up to wrap loosely around Katsuki's waist, pulling him closer. He needed a minute if they were going to go again but he's kind of addicted to the way Katsuki feels.
 
He smirked at that, like he took pleasure in being called the worst, or just a hazard to society. It sounded affectionate when it came from Shoto. "Not my damn fault you look the way you do," he muttered, kissing his boyfriend's neck and trying his best not to leave hickeys.

"Plus I have to fuck you as many times as I can before tomorrow," he said. It was going to be a dry spell if they went to go meet Shoto's mom; he'd have to behave himself somewhat, and Katsuki was not used to being at his best behavior. His best behavior was if he didn't snap at anybody the whole day.
 
"Not my fault you can't keep your hands to yourself," Shoto teased back, his head tilting to allow more skin for Katsuki to kiss, before the hand resting on his head pressed him down, closer to his collarbone. "If you wanna mark, just do it there," he muttered. Maybe he kind of liked being all marked up. The reminder stark and obvious on his skin that he belonged to someone.

He chuckled softly at the idea of tomorrow and lifted his hips a bit to make their cocks slide together again. "Oh poor baby, having to go one day without sex."
 
Katsuki pressed a few more kisses down his neck, stopping at a bare patch of skin at his collarbone to kiss, then slowly suckle on to leave a small but bruising hickey. He looked pretty pleased with it, like a kid with his finger painting.

He rutted his cock against Shoto's with a groan, the head of it still slick and a bit wet from the few dribbles of cum that had leaked out. "The hell am I supposed to do all day?" he pouted, burying his face into the crook of Shoto's neck with a lamenting groan.
 
Shoto smiled softly at the pleased expression on his boyfriends face. He slid a hand between them to wrap both of their cocks in a lose hold, not enough pressure to do much other than keep them touching. They were still in the refractory period but he could keep them warm and interested.

"you'll be with me all day," he said, amusement in his tone. "If we get up early enough maybe I'll blow you before we go, hm?"
 
"Fine," Katsuki mumbled, almost like he was negotiating. He nuzzled against Shoto, uncharacteristically gentle.

The next day came quickly. Katsuki had gotten ready in the morning, gone to the gym, showered, and naturally headed into the kitchen to prepare some cold soba for their breakfast before Shoto got up. He'd learned how to make it rather easily and conveniently from home so they didn't have to spend so much money eating it outside. He wasn't sure when they needed to head out for the hospital visit, so once the food was ready, he crawled over to their futons and climbed over Shoto.

"Oi," he mumbled, blowing into Shoto's face. "Get up, it's seven already."
 
Shoto's face scrunched the moment his sleep was disturbed, and he blinked slowly at his boyfriend before he leaned up and pressed his face into his chest. "No," he grumbled, but after giving himself a moment of comfort he detached and glanced into the kitchen. "Soba?" He asked, and once he got confirmation he sighed and climbed out of bed.

It was still snowing, though not as heavily, and he got dressed and brushed his teeth and pushed his hair out of his face before tugging a beanie on and joining Katsuki for breakfast.

"Thank you," he said, always appreciative of his favorite meal. "You ready for today?" Katsuki hadn't seemed nervous at all, but Shoto was a little ... he'd never had anyone he wanted to introduce his mom to.
 
"I was ready since five in the morning," Katsuki pointed out with a snort. Weirdly enough, he wasn't really nervous. Maybe it was just the way he was, and how he didn't get intimidated by people very easily, even by his boyfriend's parents. If Endeavor didn't scare him, why would Shoto's mother?

He was, however, worried. Worried that Shoto's mother wouldn't approve of him because he was a boy. He couldn't change that. Maybe if she disliked something else about him, it wouldn't be so offensive but he was pretty nervous about that.

He leaned his hip against the counter while he ate standing up. "Are you?" he asked.
 
Shoto took a moment to think about the question. He wasn't really sure what he was nervous about - he wasn't worried that his mother wouldn't like Katsuki, or vise versa. She was very quiet, and calm, compared to him, but lovely. Maybe he was just worried they wouldn't ... get along? Or maybe it was just nerves that everyone had when introducing their significant other to their parents.

"Yeah," he decided, and as he finished up his breakfast he stood up to steal a quick kiss. He went to get his mother's present and the Christmas Cake he'd picked up for her, looping his scarf from Katsuki around his neck.

He offered his boyfriend a hand on their way out the door.
 
"Oh, yeah," Katsuki said as if he suddenly remembered something. He shrugged on a jacket and brought out a white box, containing the same white scarf that he'd bought for Shoto. He didn't know what her name was so he'd just bought a simple white one. "I got the set, for you and your mom," he said. It was strange, even having the foresight to buy something for someone else. Not just anyone else but Todoroki's mother.

He really was whipped, or he was just really serious about his relationship with Shoto to even bother. He held Shoto's hand, the boxed gift in the other. "You... look cute in that," he mumbled on their way out.
 
Shoto froze for a moment, staring at Katsuki with slightly wide eyes as he took in the gift in his hands. He'd been a little surprised to get a gift himself, to think that Katsuki had thought of not only him, but of his mother ... He swallowed thickly, some unknown feeling rising in his chest, something he didn't quite know how to name.

The compliment made him blush, and as the door shut behind him, he breathed out that feeling that was still rising in him and said softly, "I'm so in love with you."

They walked to the train station, hand in hand, the snow falling around them soft but the chill bearable. He made a mental note to dig his temperature control wristbands out of his closet later. His hot side always tried to overcompensate, and it'd be easier to regulate them than mess with it. He rested his head on his boyfriends shoulder and murmured, "I like the snow."
 
Katsuki blinked a few times when Shoto said that, and muttered under his breath to stop the blush from spreading like wildfire across his entire face. "You didn't think I was gonna come empty-handed, did you, idiot?" he mumbled. He held his boyfriend's hand tight as they walked to the train station, finding that the longer they were out, the easier it became not to mind the stares. He didn't even lash out at them anymore but he still shot them pointed glares.

"Yeah?" he said as he glanced up at the sky. "You're like, half-ice." Somehow, that translated to it making sense that Todoroki enjoyed snowy weather. "I guess it's nice. So, what should I say to your mom?" He stared at the snow falling overhead. "My name is Katsuki Bakugo, and I'm going to be the number one hero," he teased. "Also, I'm dating your son."
 
He hadn't exactly considered 'showing up empty handed' to be a thing he just hadn't thought Katsuki would feel the need to show up with something. He didn't mention it though, and instead chuckled softly at his boyfriends question. "I guess? I don't really know. Small talk, I suppose?" Both boys were bad at small talk. Now he was getting a little nervous.

The train wasn't super packed, not enough people were traveling in the weather at this time, but he still stuck close to Katsuki, preferring him over strangers being anywhere even near him. He ignored the looks they got for the most part, but it made him feel a little better every time Katsuki glared someone into looking away.

It was a bit of a trip, and when they made it to the hospital the nurse greeted him by name. He waved a little, and signed them both in, and took Katsuki's hand to the elevator.

The door to his mom's room was open, and he knocked lightly on the doorframe before letting himself in. She was sitting by the window, watching the snow. There were paintings hanging, likely that she had done, but any of Shoto had him without his scar.

"Shoto," she said with a smile when she saw him, but her eyes bounced to Katsuki behind him.

"Hi mom," he said, as he handed over the Christmas Cake. "I, uh. I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Katsuki Bakugo and he's uh ... my boyfriend."

She blinked once in surprise, before her warm smile turned to him. "How lovely. My name is Rei, I prefer that to Mrs. Todoroki, if you'd be so kind."
 
Katsuki got a bit quiet the closer they got to the hospital, trying to recite what he wanted to say in a way that was the least offensive. Adults didn't like him because he was bratty and rude. Hell, even his own parents couldn't handle him sometimes, but he truly wanted to make a good enough impression on Shoto's mother, only because she was important to him.

He even remembered to take his hands out of his pockets when he saw her for the first time, and begrudgingly even bowed. He was pretty taken by her beauty. Now he understood where Shoto got his looks from because it definitely wasn't from his butch of an old man.

When Shoto had mentioned she'd been admitted to the psychiatric ward for burning his face, he hadn't expected her to be so... put-together. "Hello," he said as amicably as possible. Fuck, why was it so hard just to be a decent person? "Shoto... told me a lot about you. He was excited to see you."

He shyly handed her his present, and rubbed the nape of his neck. "Erm... Merry... Merry Christmas."
 
Rei's smile grew as she looked between the boys. "He's very sweet." But her smile faltered a bit as she took the present from him. "Oh, I wasn't expecting gifts I - I didn't - couldn't -"

Shoto leaned over to rest a hand on her knee. Of course she couldn't get them anything. She never had been able to. "You didn't know we were coming," he placated, and made a little 'go on' motion with his hands. She nodded and opened her box, then her smile was back in full force as she gently touched the scarf around her sons neck.

He nodded. "Katsuki got us the set."

"How very thoughtful," she says, and lifts her hair for Shoto to wrap it around her neck like his. She patted the arm chairs in front of her and said, "Please, sit down."

Shoto nodded, and took Katsuki's hand to tug him down into the seat next to him.

"Shoto told me he was seeing someone," she said, "but he hasn't told me much about you."
 
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