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Katsuki caught himself looking over his shoulder and staring when Shoto cackled like a maniac when he went on his shooting sprees. The weird thing was that he found it kinda hot. He chuckled, satisfied that his boyfriend seemed to be enjoying himself.

"You're not bad at this shit, babe," Katsuki grinned. He set the controller aside and turned to kiss him, his attention now fully on Shoto. "You're pretty damn cute when you're having fun."
 
Shoto let the controller fall out of his hand when he realized Katsuki's attention had shifted, more than happy to return the kiss.

"You always look so surprised when I laugh," he mentions, but after he says it he realizes how often he doesn't. He figures it must be another thing he's learning how to do with Katsuki - enjoy himself. Have fun.

"I think it's kind of ironic that, given how dedicated you are to being number one, you've managed to teach me how much more there is to do than just be a hero," he mutters, and it's one of those thoughts he normally would have kept to himself, but he did say he would try to share more.
 
"Well, you don't do it often," Katsuki argued. He didn't either, so he supposed it was pretty surprising for Shoto to witness that too.

The blond snorted at that. He didn't want to admit that he definitely had a soft spot for Shoto and while he still aimed to be the top hero, he'd started caring a little more about enjoying things besides training. He was definitely learning just as much as Shoto was, how much more rewarding it was to teach someone than to hoard all that knowledge yourself.

"You like it?" he asked about the video game, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's scarred cheek.
 
Shoto nodded and picked up the controller again. They spent the rest of their weekend like that, sleeping in, eating breakfast, and playing games. When Monday rolled around and Shoto woke to a cold bed, he pressed his face into Katsuki's pillow with a sigh.

He was almost ready when there was a knock at the door, and he pulled it open to reveal Mina, grinning too widely for comfort.

"What?" He asked warily.

"I know I already got you a Christmas present," she said. "But technically I didn't get Bakugo one, so you can both thank me later."

He stared down at the box she thrust into his chest with anxiety swirling in his gut, and with her watchful eyes on him, he carefully pulled up the top.

Lace. Lots of fine white lace. And delicate straps. And - he slammed the lid shut and hissed "Mina" between his teeth.

"What?" She asked innocently. "They're made for boys."

Shoto left her to put the box under the bed where he had his other box of Katsuki trinkets hidden. When he came back, she offered him his arm like nothing had happened. "Now walk me to class."
 
Katsuki had quite a lot of classes that day and when he was finally done with them, he went straight home instead of to the gym. He needed to take a shower and unwind badly, and he even missed Shoto since he'd only seen him once in passing in the hallways and had slapped his ass as he'd walked by.

He got home earlier than Shoto did, and headed into the shower to wash off first, expecting his boyfriend to come home before it got too late. He sent Shoto a text:

Gonna be in the shower if you come home now.

Then, he slipped into the shower to work off all the grime and dirt caked on his body from rigorous training.
 
Shoto's day had gone by fairly easily - transferring in the middle of the year like he'd done had given him the good graces of starting at the beginning of the semester, but he was months behind the others. He wasn't worried about catching up, but learning new names and faces was more exhausting than the coursework.



He got the text when he was already in the building, and stared at it for a moment before he let himself into their dorm, then their unused bedroom, and pulled Mina's gift out.



He was blushing the entire time he worked the lace out in his hands. The bottoms were shorts, the lace delicate and see through, with a garter belt that connected to ribbons that went around his thighs. The top he supposed was supposed to look like a a harness, but it's also ribbons, that go just under his pecs and between them until they make a lace collar around his neck.



He cannot wear this. Absolutely can't. He'll die.



The water stops and he swallows thickly before throwing one of Katsuki's sweaters on. It's just long enough it covers his fingers and sits over most of his thighs, but the lace is still visible if he looks close enough.



Face still red, he goes into the main room to sit and play idly with his phone like he absolutely was not wearing lingerie that his best friend had bought as a gift to his boyfriend.
 
Katsuki took a longer shower than he usually would, working out the knots in his shoulders and neck. He thought he heard the door open mid-shower, guessed it was Shoto, and half-expected his boyfriend to join him in the shower, which he didn't. He didn't mind so much. When they were attached at the hip pretty much all day, a brief time apart wasn't so terrible.

He came out with just a towel wrapped around his waist, a smaller towel ruffled into his hair that was already rising on its own, messy and spiky. "Hey, brat," he called affectionately just as he turned the corner to their living room, and stopped as he saw what Shoto was wearing.

Was it some sexy surprise? Why was Shoto lounging like that, as if he'd just worn something like that outside?

He blinked a few times, and his cock seemed to stir in interest as well underneath his towel. "Shit," he whispered in awe. "Where the hell did you get that?"
 
Shoto wondered if there was ever going to be a day that Katsuki half naked and damp wasn't going to do things to him. His grip on his phone tightened and he took a breath, trying to push his embarrassment away.

He didn't know why he didn't have it in him to just get up and be seductive, or at least lay out like something he'd seen in the posters at the sex store, but he just can't.

Katsuki's voice just makes his blush deepen. "Mina got it for me," he mutters. "Said to tell you Merry Christmas."
 
"Christmas was like, a week ago," Katsuki grinned as he made his way over to the couch, getting on top of Shoto like some sleazy predator. He looked his boyfriend over, all the lace and delicate bits, to the flimsy thing that barely covered his crotch below.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "Come on, get up and turn around or something, I wanna see all of my gift."

By now, the hard-on under his towel was no surprise as it strained against Shoto's thigh, rubbing against the delicate garter belt there.
 
It seemed like it didn't matter how many times they slept together, Shoto's heart would still try to beat right out of his chest when Katsuki looked at him like that. But this was different - how hard he'd gotten and how quickly was new. The look in his dark eyes was something he hadn't quite seen before.

Shoto licked his lips nervously and pushed at his boyfriends thigh so that he could get up, and biting anxiously on one thumb nail, he gave a turn, showing off every piece of lace and the latter the ribbons made over his ass.
 
Katsuki sat back on the couch and enjoyed the show, rubbing over his lower lip as if in thought. "Fuck, babe," he whispered. "You look hot." He didn't know what it was about the white lace that was a perfect compliment to Shoto's fair skin and his pretty features but it definitely did something to him.

"Take it off," he said, his voice crawling deep into the pit of his chest. "The sweater." He untied the knot of his towel and swept aside the flimsy thing, rubbing his twitching cock with lazy strokes like he was rubbing one out to porn.

"The shit I wanna do to you," Katsuki muttered.
 
Shoto let out a shaky breath and nodded, that rumble in Katsuki's voice undoing him. He curled his fingers into the hem of the sweater and pulled it up over his head, revealing more lace.

Despite his nervousness, the shorts weren't doing him any favors in hiding how much Katsuki's reaction was effecting him.

He bit his lower lip and looked down at himself, then back up with only his eyes. "Do it," he whispered, half taunting, half begging.
 
Katsuki rose when Shoto challenged him to do the dirty things that were filling up his lust-addled brain. The towel around his waist pooled around his ankles as he confidently strode to grab his boyfriend's face to pull him into a kiss, his hand reaching around to grab that perky cheek.

"You're gonna keep this on when I fuck you," he muttered between breathy groans, jerking down those troublesome shorts without a care for where they ended up. He pressed Shoto close to his own chest, his torso rising and falling like a furnace, exhaling heat with every breath.
 
He'd seen Katsuki riled up plenty of times - had been the cause of it intentionally and accidentally - but never like this. Never so hot that if exhaled out of him that strongly, rolling over Shoto like a wave. Kissing him felt like swallowing a flame.

"Yes sir," he murmured obediently, feeling lace get trapped around his knees. They might rip, but he wasn't sure Katsuki would care. Wasn't sure any of the delicate material would last when his boyfriend was done with him.
 
Once those shorts were trapped around Shoto's knees, caught by those tight garters, Katsuki grabbed each of his perky cheeks to knead and grab possessively. There was no gentleness with the way he handled him, even the kiss raw and ravenous, messy and brimming with passion and lust.

"Fuck, get on your knees," he growled. His dick was frustratingly hard against Shoto, rutting against him like it had a hunger of its own with its swollen head and the angry veins that spiraled up its shaft.
 
Something snapped inside of him, the embarrassment giving way to arousal that hit him red hot. Suddenly he wondered why he'd been so nervous to begin with. He had to look good.



He sank to his knees slowly, dragging his lips over Katsuki's cock as he went. His breath was hot, dick hardening quickly, as his tongue traced those angry veins. He had a feeling his boyfriend wasn't in the mood to let him do the work, he'd want to fuck his mouth, so he let it drop open, tongue out and waiting.
 
When Katsuki pulled his hand off his dick, it sprung hard and heavy, arching towards his stomach with an angry arc. He slapped it across Shoto's face, and tapped it a couple of times on the flat of his tongue.

"Fuck..." Katsuki groaned, sliding his cock into that waiting mouth, curling his fingers into the crimson side of his boyfriend's hair to yank his head forward. "Suck it," he growled. Looking down at him now, he couldn't believe that he could have ever gotten the Shoto Todoroki on his knees, sucking cock like this so enthusiastically, let alone clad in lace lingerie. "You did this to me, babe, you're gonna get it hard."
 
He shouldn't react the way he did by getting slapped in the face by cock but he loved it, loved the weight of it, loved the wet line of precum it would leave behind, making his cheeks shine.

The moment Katsuki's fat cock slides along his tongue he seals his mouth over the crown and sucks, running his tongue along the underside. He groans when his boyfriend hanks him forward, a hand slapping the ground to keep himself up though it doesn't stop him from choking on Katsuki's dick, throat contracting. He looks up when his boyfriend growls at him and lifts his hands to wrap around the back of his muscled thighs, holding on tight. He wants it.
 
When Shoto's mouth closed around his cock, his ribbed roof doing wonders against the sensitive head of his cock, Katsuki groaned in pleasure. He rutted into Shoto's mouth, fucking it with wild abandon, eager to feel more of that addicting friction that made his dick warm.

He plugged his throat, drawing up that thick, viscous spit from it with some deep thrusts. His dick got hard extremely quick, the shaft thick enough to be unyielding as it stuffed down Shoto's throat. "That taste good?" he teased, squeezing forth a glob of precum onto Shoto's tongue and tapping the head against his plush lips. "Fuck, I'm gonna breed your pretty little hole, give it a nice, hot creampie."
 
Shoto always got noisy when Katsuki used him like this. Choking and coughing, thick saliva coating his throat that sounded wet and making his lips shine whenever Katsuki's cock pulled out of them. He swallows when cum drops on his tongue and licks his lips while he nods before leaning in against the swollen head to take it back down again like he's hungry for it.

"Who taught you to talk like that?" He mumbles, voice gone low and raw. He licks up Katsuki's fat cock and sinks down on it again, throat open and willing.
 
"You make me talk like that," Katsuki grinned. It was true. Katsuki had never been this vocal with other partners, always settling for grunts, groans, and moans. With Shoto, he wanted to say the dirtiest things and embarrass his boyfriend. Maybe it had a lot to do with the fact Shoto preened under the humiliation.

He indulged in Shoto's throat some more, getting his dick hard and slick before he pulled out quickly, drawing up a thick string of saliva with it. With his strong grip, he pulled Shoto and shoved him onto the couch, so his knees were on the seats and his hands could hold the back of the couch. It gave him the perfect view of that ass, thighs clad in soft lace. "Shit," he smiled, sliding his hand along his boyfriend's thigh and yanking down those shorts, rubbing Shoto between his legs, palming his balls. "God damn, babe," he muttered, unable to help himself as he stuffed his face into that ass, dragging his tongue over that winking hole.
 
Nothing makes him feel like a slut more than being on his knees with his ass out and feeling Katsuki's eyes on him like that. His hands grip the back of the couch the second his boyfriend touches his balls but it has nothing on the main that rips out of his throat when he burries his face between his cheeks.

"Fuck," he breathes out, shocked, his hips stuttering with a need to rut his dick against something and wanting to push his ass back more, wanting that tongue inside him.
 
Katsuki's hand slid down the inside of Shoto's thigh, feeling the delicate lace and grinning as he swiped his tongue over his hole. "Fuck, I love eating you out," he muttered, finally giving Shoto what he wanted, wiggling his tongue in deep.

He grabbed his perky cheeks and spread them wide to get at that delicious hole, making out with it with sloppy sounds, his spit dribbling down Shoto's taint as he swallowed. "God fucking damn it," he grumbled. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."
 
"Pretty sure I love it more," Shoto breathed out, not that it was a competition because if Katsuki ever stopped he thinks he might die. It's a good thing his boyfriend likes eating ass as much as he does because it leaves Shoto a mess of nerves that are on fire and a dick that leaks and a hole that is needy.

He's already a mess of moans and murmured words that didn't make any sense until Katsuki says he's going to fuck him hard, and then he whimpers out a weak, "Please."
 
He was sure that it was just Shoto's ass that he loved eating. It was the sounds of his boyfriend's squirming, his moans, that made him pant and groan like a damn animal in rut trying to find some hole to breed. He ate him out ravenously, his hand being generous with languid strokes to Shoto's cock until he got him hard and wet.

He left that winking hole with a kiss, giving that ass a gratuitous smack as he pulled back and grabbed lube to drizzle on his cock.

He grabbed his own dick and smacked the cockhead against Shoto's hole, teasing it with slow slides.

"Please what?" he teased, sliding in two fingers, hooking them downwards to rub directly over Shoto's prostate. He spread those digits apart just a bit, creating a tiny space in between for him to squeeze lube into, filling up his boyfriend's hot insides with the cool liquid. "This how you like to cum now?"
 
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