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Katsuki had to hold himself against the vending machine so he didn't slam himself against Shoto as their lips crashed together. He groaned against those addicting lips, his hand reaching above to place the soda on top of the machine so he could use both hands to tug his boyfriend closer by the ass. They made out hot and heavy, Katsuki starting to rut himself against Shoto, and his lips finally pushing past the scarf to find somewhere on his neck to make a hickey on.
 
He'd be lying if he tried to say that groan didn't make his hips roll forward, not that it mattered because then Katsuki's hands were on his ass, dragging him in. He thought he should be worried about how addicted to his boyfriend he was, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. His grip on Katsuki's jacket was tight and his head fell back against the machine as his boyfriends mouth moved to his neck, keeping him close as he sucked a mark into his skin.

"Hey," he said again, voice gone breathy. "Take me home."
 
Katsuki had forgotten where they were, but it was exhilarating to be here, dry-humping Shoto against the vending machine while people occasionally walked past. Fuck, he was getting so horny, so that when Shoto pleaded for them to go home, he just turned that chin towards him again and kissed him heatedly. His hands squeezed that taut, perky ass, and he growled as he just got more and more horny.

"Fuck, I just wanna..." he muttered, groaning as his cock pressed against Shoto's hip. "Bury my cock in your tight ass. Force you open, breed you so fucking deep."
 
"Fuck," Shoto whispered, a shudder running down his spine. He felt like they were younger again, too desperate to keep their hands off each other. They'd done something almost like this once, pulling each other into the janitors closet, jerking each other off between hisses and sharp bites and reminders to keep quiet.

His tongue is in Katsuki's mouth and his hands are dropping to his waistband, his thumbs almost popping with the force he uses trying not to pull his cock out right here in public.

"I swear to god," he whispers. "If you don't take me home we're going to get arrested."
 
Only Shoto could get him like this, rekindle that spark that always refused to die down. With anyone else, he would have gotten bored, and sought excitement in someone else, but with Shoto every time was exhilarating.

"Yeah?" he grinned, interrupting Shoto with another kiss, and reaching between them to slip his own cock out. It was so fucking hard he couldn't keep it in his pants anymore. "Fuck, baby..." he muttered, sliding his hips upward so his bare dick slid up Shoto's stomach, under his shirt, painting a wet trail of pre-cum there.

His gaze was half-lidded, looking at Shoto like he wanted to fucking breed him right then and there. They kissed again, Katsuki pushing his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth.
 
Shoto hissed through his teeth the moment he felt Katsuki's thick, hot dick on his stomach.



He pushed his hand up under his shirt too, pressing the heel of his palm against his boyfriends cock to create friction for him. He was fucking hard too, his dick straining against his thigh. He wrapped an arm around Katsuki's neck as the kissed, his own tongue meeting his boyfriends like it was a challenge.



His thumb swiped across the tip slowly, gathering the precome there to make the slide slicker.
 
Katsuki felt he could cum just like this, dry-humping his boyfriend's stomach more desperately. Shoto's hand felt like heaven against his dick, and he just mindlessly thrusted against it, like he was just an animal in rut, too horny to think of consequences.

He wound both arms around Shoto's waist and hugged him close as they made out, squeezing his boyfriend's body against himself to keep pressing his cock to Shoto's navel.

"Fuck, babe," he huffed against the crook of Shoto's neck. "You're gonna make me cum up your shirt."
 
Shoto really thought he should care more than he did. Really shove Katsuki off and be responsible. But he really couldn't. He almost felt drunk with the way Katsuki was kissing him, with the press of him against his body. Maybe it was kind of hot that they were still dressed.



"Do it," he whispered, pulling at his boyfriends hair. "I'll wear it for the rest of the night."
 
Katsuki kissed him until he was fucking breathless, his thrusts getting erratic to the point the vending machine behind them was rattling as if Katsuki was trying to embed Shoto into it. He was so fucking horny that he didn't stop rutting until finally, he just glided his cock tightly against his boyfriend's navel and imagined it to his ass, and came like a broken hose. Everything in him froze, his breath hitching in his throat and his shoulders bunching up as he came, the ropes of cum splattering all the way up to Shoto's pecs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he panted out, grabbing his dick to tap it against his boyfriend's abs that were dripping with his cum. "Shit..."
 
Katsuki's cum on his skin is warm and filthy and why haven't they been doing this the whole time. He's pretty sure if he was still a teenager he would have burst in his freaking pants.

"Jesus," Shoto whispers, looking over Katsuki's shoulder to see if they're still relatively alone. He lets out a nervous laugh and pushes at his boyfriends chest to get enough room between them to tug his shirt down. He gets a weird little thrill from it. "Did we just do that?"
 
Katsuki felt lightheaded as he came down from his euphoric high, his dick growing soft in Shoto's hand. He still had his boyfriend to take care of, though, and he pressed another tender kiss to his cheek.

"Yeah," he muttered, looking down at the mess he'd made of Shoto's shirt, and swearing at how he could see the cum soaking through the fabric. "Fuck, that's hot," Katsuki mumbled.

"C'mon, let's go home, I'll take care of you there," Katsuki whispered against Shoto's ear.
 
"Finally," Shoto breathed, but he had to agree, the cum sticking to the fabric of his shirt was hot. It was even kind of hot to think someone might notice if they passed them in the hall.

He tucked Katsuki's cock back into his pants carefully and did the button up before he tilted his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fill his mind with decidedly unattractive things so his dick would get with the program and let him walk.

"Fuck," he mumbled, because he was still up against the vending machine, and that reminded him how he'd just been basically humped against it, and that wasn't doing him any favors.
 
Noticing that Shoto had gotten way too excited like this, Katsuki grabbed him by the wrist and spun him around, pushing him against the vending machine.

He was already getting horny again, rutting his sensitive cock against the perky mound of his boyfriend's ass. "Have a condom in my pocket," he grinned, his breath a husky growl against the shell of his ear. The lubricated condom would help if he just wanted to fuck him right here, and quick. "I'll just take care of you right here," he muttered. "Just be quiet, try not to sound like you're getting fucked."

He pushed down Shoto's pants, ripped open the condom with his teeth, and rolled it down his half-hard cock.
 
He gasps when he's suddenly turned and his arm shoots up just in time to pillow his head from hitting the vending machine and this really shouldn't turn him on. It's public and dirty and he'll never be able to pass this spot again without blushing.

"'Try not to sound like you're getting fucked'", he mocks, and despite knowing better, his legs spread as much as his pants still around his thighs will allow and the cold air is shocking on his dick when it pops out but he doesn't care. His ass sticks out and he grinds his teeth. "You wouldn't think that's so easy if you'd ever had a cock like that up your ass."

Its not enough lube and he knows that and he's a little turned on by the idea that it's going to be rough and that's what he deserves for wanting to get fucked like this.
 
Katsuki looped an arm around to wrap Shoto's cock in the warm sleeve of his hand, hiding it from view even with those pants bunched around his thighs. "I mean, don't sound like a horny little bitch," he muttered with a grin, feeding his cockhead into that tight hole. He wasn't as stiff as he'd been so it took a bit of nudging, but he was able to fatten up in time for him to glide in.

It was a rough entrance, mostly due to the lack of lube, but there was still enough that he could nudge his way through. He wasn't trying to slam in and out of him. Katsuki buried himself deep inside his boyfriend, pinning him against the vending machine with his dick, and rutted inside him that way, keeping his thrusts shallow.

"Fuck," he groaned out softly, burying his face into the bend of Shoto's shoulder as his other hand swept up and under his boyfriend's shirt to roll his cum over his nipple. "Feel it getting hard in you?"
 
He honestly thought he might pass out when Katsuki's hand wrapped around his cock. It was ridiculous, his body was acting like he hadn't been laid just 24hrs ago, but like it'd been a lifetime. His hand curled into a fist that slammed against the machine once Katsuki had pushed his dick in him and even though he tried not to, a curse still makes it passed his lips.

His other hand grips his boyfriends hip tight, and while he's normally a fan of getting pounded, the shallow thrusts are hitting just right. Katsuki touches his nipple and his hips buck.

"Fuck," he whispers. "You have no idea how fucking good you feel."
 
"Yeah?" he muttered against the shell of his boyfriend's ear, winding an arm around his waist to pull his hips up, like he was just arranging his thing to mount properly. Katsuki kept his thrusts shallow but they were hard, each snap forward causing the vending machine to rattle and skid.

He was quick to harden inside of his boyfriend, the feeling of his ass clenched around his cock so good even with the condom in the way. Katsuki kept one hand wrapped tight around his boyfriend's cock, jerking him in time with his thrusts. "You're such a pretty slut, getting railed against the vending machine. You were that desperate for dick? Not even pushing me off," he chuckled breathlessly.
 
It wasn't like he'd ever minded being treated like that. In fact, the more Katsuki treated Shoto like a thing to be ducked, the more he seemed to enjoy it ... at least in the moment. It'd done a number on him towards the end of their relationship last time, but things were different now. He could indulge in this side of himself without regretting it.

He repositioned the arm he had against the machine so he could press his mouth against it and keep from grunting too loud. His own cock started to leak, and he knew he wouldn't last long if he kept getting it like this. "What can I say," he mutters. "You turned me into a cockslut."
 
The moment Shoto admitted that, Katsuki rutted into him sloppily like some horny animal, trying to find his end within Shoto. "Fuuuuuck," he groaned out, and it was a sultry growl against the shell of Shoto's ear, as Katsuki bit into Shoto's shoulder to muffle his own moans.

There was hardly any room left, but he inched closer, burying his cock into the hilt and barely pulling out an inch at a time just to keep his cock warm, and to fuck Shoto as deep as he could. His hips were slapping so hard against Shoto's ass that even if they were keeping quiet, the sounds of his hips smacking against him were anything but.

"Come on, baby," he grunted, noticing a pair of girls walking towards them, though they were too far away to get in on this angle. He had to get Shoto off before they came by but damn was he tempted to make them see anyways. "Cum for me."
 
He was already close before they even started, and a little proud of himself that he didn't bust a nut the second Katsuki got his cock inside of him, but when his boyfriend spoke to him like that, there was no holding back.

He came on command, the request too hot to ignore, and it hit him so hard he went up on toes, spilling between Katsuki's fingers and his shirt and the machine. He was a goddamn mess, and he bit into his own arm to keep his moan muffled.
 
Just when he felt Shoto tensing up, Katsuki pulled his cock out to the tip, jerked off the condom, and slipped right back into that tight heat to feel his boyfriend's warm and slick ass twitch and convulse around him as his baby came. He tried to catch most of Shoto's cum in his hand but some slipped through his fingers, oozing onto the floor and onto the machine.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, as he pumped a few more times into him and came not long after, though his load was smaller than the last. He breathed hard, abs tightening as his balls emptied inside of his lover. He barely had time to indulge in the heat, as he pulled out sloppily and tucked Shoto's pants back up, letting him deal with the wet mess between his legs. The girls walked past, suspecting nothing, while Katsuki kitten-licked at the stripes of cum dripping down his hand.

When he got enough on his tongue, he took Shoto by the chin to kiss him, swapping their spit and cum. "Let's fuck again at home," he mumbled.
 
It wasn't like coming with Katsuki every time wasn't great, but there's something about that orgasm that melts Shoto's brain. He's surprised to find he's still standing by the time he comes down from his high, even more surprised to find himself deliciously full. But he supposed he didn't blame Katsuki for getting rid of the condom - it was always better without it. The lube was all they needed.

He pushed himself off the vending machine with a groan, barely realizing the girls had been anywhere close by, wondering vaguely if anyone will know what those few stray drips are.

He's still lightheaded when Katsuki pulls him into a kiss, but he eagerly sucks at the cum that gets swapped to him. He doesn't like the taste of himself as much as he likes the taste of his boyfriend, but he's not complaining. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, and he knows he's going to have cum all down his thighs by the time they get to their room.
 
He pulled Shoto's face back on his when he pulled back, kissing him with a toothy little smirk. He felt all kinds of high from cumming twice, a little boneless, but damn did he want to sweeten the deal with a third time. He led Shoto back to their dormitory, the building rather quiet since many of the students had gone home for break.

"Want you to ride me," he mumbled as they got inside, and Katsuki all but abandoned his things, tugged Shoto by his scarf to the couch, and sat down first, hurriedly pulling down his pants. His cock, still wet from fucking, flopped out half-hard against his thigh.
 
"How do you possibly have this much stamina," Shoto mumbles, noticing his boyfriend is almost ready to go again, like they hadn't almost made it all night once before.

He sinks to the ground so he can pull his shoes off, nipping at Katsuki's thighs while he's down there, and jerks his pants off, tossing them away before he stands again.

He could take him again, already fucked open and wet, but he leans over for their lube and drops a generous amount in his hands before he straddles Katsuki's thighs, working his fingers inside of himself.

"Come on babe, get hard for me again."
 
There's something fucking hot about getting Shoto completely naked while he's somewhat clothed, with his pants bunched around his thighs. He pulled at his boyfriend's shirt and scarf, tossing them away to see his cum still drying on his boyfriend's torso, the rest leaking between his thighs.

He grabbed his own dick to stroke, working past the sensitivity and the soreness, because there was enough motivation right in front of him. "You're covered in cum," he mumbled, his other hand gratuitously feeling along his boyfriend's side, down his thigh, then his ass, giving each inch of skin a gratuitous squeeze.

In practically no time at all he was already hard again, ready to be ridden.
 
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