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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

"Yeah I know," he mumbles, eyes falling closed for a moment while he works himself open. "You have a thing about making me filthy." He doesn't mention that he has a thing for it to. They both know it.

He watches Katsuki's dick harden and a needy whine escapes him before he pulls his fingers free and slaps his boyfriends hand away so he can hold it instead.

He lifts up on his knees, free hand latching onto the couch next to Katsuki's shoulder, and lowers himself on his cock. There's a moment where his face twists in discomfort, sore from how they fucked just moments ago, but it fades as he pressed down, his mouth falling open in silent pleasure before he leans in for a kiss. He pushes himself back up then eases down again, and once he gets used to the stretch, his grip tightens and he speeds up, bouncing on Katsuki's cock the way they both like it, the sound dirty and the friction rough.
 
The sex with Shoto was always so fucking good, and despite how outrageous Katsuki's stamina was, Shoto was the only one who could keep up, and most importantly keep him interested. He didn't have to look for sex elsewhere, which had always been the case when he'd go through girls every night.

He groaned, kissing him dirty and hard as his large palms gripped each of those perky cheeks in hand and helped bounce his ass on his cock. The sound was fucking pornographic, as cream from his earlier load dripped down his cock. "Think I'm starting to like this position best," he grinned. "Lets me see your tits." Katsuki had the perfect view of Shoto's pecs bouncing when he rode his cock.

He slapped that perky ass hard, then again, urging him to go faster, work out those thighs until they burned.
 
"You're the worst," Shoto grumbled, putting his free hand in Katsuki's hair and jerking his head back to get to kiss him again. He crashed their mouths together desperately, messy and off beat as he bounced on his cock.

The slaps to his ass made him moan, and he moved the hand that was gripping the couch to his boyfriends shoulder instead, holding on tight as he forced himself to go faster. He was in good shape, but the force of it still made his thighs burn, and his own cock slap against his abdomen with every rough downward thrust.
 
"Hey," he mumbled, pressing kisses into the crook of Shoto's neck. A devious grin slipped across his face as he rolled those cheeks in hand. "Call me master."

They'd done the collar thing, and though they didn't have it on hand now, Katsuki wanted to hear what that sounded like coming from his boyfriend's lips. "Then maybe I could teach you how to ride my cock right," he teased, grabbing both cheeks to force Shoto all the way down, so his balls pressed right up against that rim. He groaned and demonstrated how to pull off, just before the tip caught on that ring, then down again.

"All the way down, bitch," he chuckled like the term was affectionate. "That's how your master likes it."
 
"Yeah? That what you're going to be into now?" Shoto asks, but there's no tease in his tone. In fact, his already deep voice just pitches lower. He bites at Katsuki's bottom lip for his own tease, but more than taking slight from it, he wishes he had his collar. He likes it.

He's been more vocal lately during sex than he usually is but the request renders him silent as he adjusts to the way Katsuki wants him to do it. He looses speed that way, because going up that high could cause him to slip, and he grits his teeth and buried his face in his boyfriends neck for a moment, never stopping his movement.

He licks his lips and tries it out, his voice shaking when he mutters a soft, "master."
 
Katsuki was always trying new things, wondering what would stick, or if he could make Shoto like it, too. His boyfriend was more reserved than he was, so he was the one introducing all of these kinks to the table. When Shoto obliged and mewled a soft "master" though, Katsuki nearly came right then and there.

It definitely stroked his ego, and where Katsuki was concerned, his ego was the fastest way to arousal. "That's it," he muttered. "Feel that? Feel how my dick is just using your fucking hole to get off? Feels stupid good, doesn't it?" He lifted Shoto off his cock just enough for him to grab hold of the base of his stiff meat, tapping the swollen head against that pink, dripping hole.

"Fuck," he rolled his head back as he sank into his boyfriend again. "Keep going, get me off with that tight fucking ass," he growled, tucking his hands behind his head and flexing his biceps naturally in the process, to relax and let the slut work for his load.
 
It did feel stupid good and if he hadn't resigned himself to being a slut for Katsuki years ago, the confident tone of his voice would piss him off. As it is, once his boyfriend leans back and decides he's learned enough to do the work himself again, he pushes himself back up.

He sits there for a minute, Katsuki balls deep up his ass, breathing slowly, before he lifts up again, almost all the way out, and back down. The pace he sets is slow and his thighs almost shake from it but even clothed Katsuki is fucking hot, sitting back like that, watching him.

He lets the hand on his shoulder slide to his chest and runs a thumb over where he knows a nipple is and grinds down, hissing when he scrapes that big dick over his prostate. He speeds up again and lets his head drop back, lets himself go stupid with making himself feel good, with squeezing his muscles around his boyfriends cock so he can be tighter.
 
It was absolutely sinful, and his favorite part of sex to watch his boyfriend go stupid on his dick. It was just the way Shoto rode him, the way that pretty face fell into bliss, that looked like he couldn't feel that way with anything else. Katsuki resisted the urge to touch him, letting Shoto go at his own pace.

"Fuck, that ass is nice," he muttered under his breath, the feeling of those slick, velvety walls gliding over his cock so divine. He caught him off-guard a couple of times, thrusting upwards when Shoto was supposed to bounce down, just to slam his cock hard into him with a lewd slap.

"Beg me to let you cum," he smirked.
 
"You really get off on power plays, don't you?" Shoto asked, but he sounded a little awed, like maybe he was into it to.

He didn't want to be ready to come, he felt like he'd done it too early last time, but with each surprise thrust Katsuki gives him, his dick leaks, and he knows he's too turned on to make this last.

His free hand moves to touch himself but hesitates when Katsuki gives him that order, and he swallows thickly before he looks down at him, a blush working across his chest.

"Please," he says, grinding his hips down, his eyes rolling back. "Please, master ... please let me cum."
 
"Yeah," Katsuki grinned, running his tongue over one of his sharp canines. "You're hot when you're begging."

That went without saying, really. He grabbed his boyfriend's ass and shoved him down balls-deep, groaning as he then moved his hips in slow circles to really dig himself deep inside of Shoto. He kissed the crook of the other male's neck, moaning until he felt his climax approach. "Fuck... gonna cum... cum with me, baby," he whispered, already starting to thrust and thrust until he came hard again, his dick twitching and leaking inside of his lover.

He felt dizzy from his third orgasm, his chest rising and falling flat as all the tension bled out of him and into Shoto, his load shooting deep inside of his boyfriend.
 
It was rare that they could come together, get worked up and have that much self control at the same time, but he bites his lip and feels a wave of determination roll over him. Once Katsuki is rutting as deep as he fucking can, he knows he's going to shoot.

He finally gives in and touches his own cock and he gets there the same time he feels Katsuki's dick throb and he moans as he cums, getting it all over himself and Katsuki's shirt, wave after wave hitting him as he feels his boyfriend fill him up. This time he does collapse from it, falling against Katsuki's chest and panting, fingers curled into his shirt, thoroughly wrecked.
 
Katsuki blinked back stars swirling in his vision as Shoto rode him to bliss. He groaned, fingers holding the other male down to ride out his aftershocks in him. God, Shoto felt so fucking good when his walls were squeezing around him like that.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath, panting softly as he just let Shoto slump against him, his arms winding around his exhausted lover. Katsuki had never been the cuddling type but he gladly held him close and kissed his face all over.

"I love you," he mumbled just so Shoto can hear. "God, I love you so fucking much." He'd never known love, not this kind anyways, and it was a terrifying thing to be aware of as much as it was a blessing.
 
Shoto laughed softly, breathily, as Katsuki placed kisses across his face. He'd never been much of a cuddler either, but as their sex life changed, so was that. He seemed to like the care that came after.

"I love you too," he said, lifting his hips just enough that he could slide Katsuki's dick out of him. He'd be happy to keep it there, but the sensitivity would make it hurt eventually. "God, I'm disgusting," he mumbled. Covered in three loads of cum. He was already sticky. He didn't really mind. He buried his face in his boyfriends neck and sighed, trying to get his breathing under control.
 
"You look hot," Katsuki corrected him, watching at how flushed Shoto was, his skin warm from sex and everywhere just dripping and smelling of him. He pressed a possessive kiss to his lips.

"Come on," he grunted, lifting Shoto into his arms when he slipped out of him. "Let's take a shower and then eat." Because now that he had that post-nut clarity, he was fucking starving to the point he'd eat anything and everything.

After they took a hot and steamy shower, Katsuki walked out in just a towel to the kitchen. "Shit," he muttered as he remembered something. "I forgot my soda!"
 
Shoto blinked at his boyfriend for a moment, half way into his pajamas, before he cracked up laughing. He couldn't remember a time in his life he had ever laughed as much as he had lately.

He finished pulling his pants up and kissed Katsuki on the cheek. "Funny thing is, as hard as you fucked me against that thing, there's probably more free sodas just there for the taking. Make us something to eat and I'll make a drink run in the rec room machine."
 
Katsuki was upset about the soda for a few seconds until Shoto offered to grab them some more on his way out to the rec room. "Get me a sports drink," he said. "I damn near sweated out all my salt." He returned the kiss to Shoto's forehead, giving his boyfriend a hard smack on the ass.

He kept thinking about Shoto's laugh the whole time, finding it was a surefire way of making him grin like an idiot too. Weird how love worked. Katsuki made some soboro bowls and fixed up three cups of instant ramen on the side, hungry enough to eat more than he was used to.
 
They spent the next few days of their break like that, eating together, fucking, Katsuki playing on his new game while Shoto draped himself over his boyfriend in various positions. They went out whenever canon fever set in, and Shoto was pretty sure he'd never had a Christmas as good as this one.

He was laying with his head pillowed on the small of Katsuki's back when his phone rang, and he answered, "Hey, Mina."

"Roki!" She screamed. "I was just talking to Kiri and Denki and we realized none of us know when you and Bakugo got together! I mean, there's no way you two drunkenly humped at Halloween and decided to get serious that same night."

"Uh," he said intelligently. There was no way he was about to tell her that they decided to get together after drunkenly fucking on their dorm couch. "Can we maybe talk about this later?"

"Todoroki!" She whined.

"Well Kirishima and Kaminari will want to know too, can't I just tell the story once?"

She grumbled angrily at him and mumbled something that sounded a lot like, "I can't believe you treat your best friend this way."

"Katsuki is my best friend," he argues.

"Mm, no," she says. "Rejected."
 
Katsuki was playing video games, having bought a new one over the next few days to get through when they weren't attached at the hip. His first pick of game had been Resident Evil Village, and needless to say, he'd been playing it pretty much all night since he'd gotten it.

Even now, he was button-mashing and yelling as the werewolves swarmed his character, trying to aim for their heads and screaming when he missed. "Stupid fucking gun! I shot him in the head!" he raged, the words sure to be rather concerning when heard out of context.

He still overheard what Mina was saying to Shoto though, and scoffed. "Piss off, Pinky!" he growled.
 
"Back at you, Bakubro!" Mina shot back, loud enough that Shoto pulled the phone from his ear with a scowl. There was no need for her to yell if Katsuki could already overhear her.

"I'm serious, 'Roki," she says, "he can be your boyfriend and your partner blah blah but I deserve best friend status and I'm sticking to it."

"Fine," he concedes.

"Sooooo," she says. "That means I get details! And if you aren't going to share your sex life with me, then your romantic life is the next best thing!"

He's quiet for a long moment, because he really wouldn't be against sharing a few details, but the issue is that he's not sure exactly how to explain how they got together. Admitting that something had happened in High School would just lead her to being upset that he'd kept the secret this long, and then trying to explain what'd happened after they'd gotten to college would just ... be a mess.

"He fucked me against a vending machine the other day," he says, then hangs up. That should keep her placated for awhile.
 
Katsuki snorted when Shoto admitted that they fucked against the vending machine the other day. So much for secrecy. But, a part of Katsuki was pretty... glad that Shoto had somebody to talk to who wasn't him. He knew he was too rough and insensitive sometimes.

"Why's she so damn nosy?" he muttered, still button-mashing on his controller with his leery gaze fixed on the television screen.

Kaminari and Kirishima were getting pretty nosy themselves. Now that they were exploring their sexualities, the boys always wanted to talk about sex, and they seemed to be too curious about Bakugo's sex life with Todoroki, assuming that they didn't have one because of Todoroki being, well, Todoroki.
 
"Apparently it's called 'sharing'," he mumbles, as if he doesn't really understand himself. Which wasn't all that surprising, friendship was something he only had a few years of experience with, and the older they got the more intimate it seemed to get. Mina didn't have any qualms sharing any pieces of her life, but it was still new for him.

Shoto picks up the book he was reading but stares at the same page, not really taking in any information, before he tilts his head up. He can't really see Katsuki from their position, but he doesn't really need to. "Are your friends this nosy?"
 
"Ah, shit fucking damn it!" Katsuki growled as he was attacked by an enemy in the video game, half-invested in whatever Shoto had to say. Violent video games were becoming his favorite genre, and honestly, it did nothing for the fact Katsuki was already a pretty aggressive person to begin with.

He huffed, pausing the game to contemplate what Shoto had asked. "Yeah," he said. "They're just curious about sex." That was all they were interested in, though. They were mostly curious about what it was like to have sex with a guy, but sometimes the questions got really personal when they were drunk.

Speaking of... "Sparky's bringing his date to the izakaya and asked me to come," he grumbled. It was supposed to be like some... gay double date, but Katsuki just wanted to get piss-drunk. "You wanna go?"
 
It didn't answer his question much, he wanted to push a bit for details on how to handle Mina, but he supposed Katsuki was just as skilled in friendships as he was. Maybe Midoriya would be a better bet. He'd try Kirishima, but he was pretty sure Katsuki was Kirishima's best friend so that said a lot about his knowledge.

"A double date?" he asked, then snorted. "God, you're gonna try and be the best couple, aren't you?"

But he stood up and sat his book aside. "If you grope me in public when you get drunk I won't blow you for a week."
 
"Best couple?" he snorted. "I'm going to get shit-faced." He was honestly a little curious about who Sparky's mystery guy was, since the last time they'd heard of him was when Kaminari had been nervous about asking the guy out on a date. Maybe it had actually worked.

Katsuki grumbled and tackled Shoto, assaulting him with sloppy kisses and a playful smack on his ass. "Take that back," he growled.
 
Shoto chuckled when Katsuki grabbed onto him, shoving away like he didn't love the attention. "You and your love of alcohol," he mutters, feigning disappointment. "Somehow it always ends up with my pants off."

Itd also lead to some of their more serious conversations, but he didn't mention that.

"Acting all upset like I can stay away from your dick that long," he says, returning some of the kisses.
 
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