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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

Katsuki muffled a groan as he felt his cock slide into the warm sleeve of Shoto's throat. His boyfriend always felt so damn heavenly, and his cock drooled pre-cum in appreciation. Surprisingly, Katsuki hadn't thrusted once yet, keeping his hips still and flat on the floor, while he worked on lavishing that hole with his tongue and lips.

"Fuck, that's a pretty hole," he mumbled gutturally, squeezing those perky cheeks and wiggling his tongue into that rim to give Shoto a taste of what he'd been missing for a week. He fucked him with his tongue, the wet muscle just as tough as the rest of him as it had no problem pushing its way inside, even lapping repeatedly over that puffy rim.
 
Somehow Shoto had never realized just how worked up this position got him - to have both his ass and mouth filled was some kind of heaven, and with Katsuki holding him the way he was, his dick had just enough friction pressed between them to be maddening.

Katsuki's cock in his mouth was fat and hot and if he could think he'd worship it the way he always wanted but all he could do was moan around it like a whore because the tongue inside of him was keeping him on edge, each thrust a spark of pleasure, and he wondered briefly if he'd always been this much of a slut or if Katsuki was just that good at taking him apart.
 
Katsuki swore under his breath, falling apart quicker than he would have liked with Shoto's talented mouth ravishing his aching dick. He was in fucking heaven, blissed out with his cock warm in many ways, his groin feeling that euphoric tingle of pleasure as Shoto lavished the twitching meat with his mouth.

He tried to distract himself, eating Shoto out so sloppily that the sound of him making out with his asshole was pornographic by itself. A few more minutes of this and Katsuki could feel his jaw getting sore, but his mouth was still stubbornly pressed in his boyfriend's ass, moaning and swallowing his own spit that drooled out of that hole.
 
Shoto came first, and it hit him like a surprise, less of a slow build and more of a wave that hit him and took him with it. He pulled off of his boyfriends cock with a wet sound, saliva traveling from his lips to the tip without care, eyes rolling back in his head, hips rolling shallowly in a way he couldn't control.

When he came back to himself his entire body was warm, cock spent between their clothed torsos, and he licked his lips as he took in the sight of Katsuki's thick dick in front of his face before he shot forward and took it down his throat again, choking on his eagerness.
 
Katsuki knew exactly when Shoto was about to cum, because he could feel those thighs quivering and his asshole clenching when he was close to his release. He got a bit more aggressive with his tongue-fucking, and groaned in pleasure as he felt the weight of Shoto's cum on his navel, even the wetness of it.

He lapped at the clenching hole a few times, licking wide stripes over it as it spasmed and squeezed through the aftershocks of Shoto's orgasm. It was a shame he couldn't feel that around his dick as fucking him when Shoto came was easily one of the hottest things ever. "Shit..." he groaned, feeling his own climax come, the slowness of it all making the high much more intense when it came. "Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck," Katsuki hissed when he finally came in thick, powerful spurts into Shoto's mouth. He couldn't help but thrust into it, his cock so used to burying its seed as deep as possible.
 
Shoto pressed a hand to Katsuki's hip and pressed him down with enough force to keep him from moving before he sucked his cock down deeper, leaning into it and swallowing the cum that shot down his throat. He always loved the feeling of Katsuki filling his ass, but this was easily the next best thing.

He sucked him all the way through the aftershocks before he pulled off and rolled over, collapsing next to his boyfriend and running his arm over his mouth, chest heaving, lightheaded and satisfied. "Shit," he whispered. "You're so good at that"
 
He shuddered when Shoto's mouth and throat took down his sensitive cock some more. His hands slipped down, trying to grab Shoto by the nape of his neck to push him down. With every drop of cum milked out of him his cock was wilting, going soft in Shoto's hand.

"Fuck, you're not a bad cock-sucker yourself," he grinned, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend deeply, swapping each other's musk and taste. He felt boneless and content, feeling like he just wanted to lie there for a while with Shoto. "I... missed having sex with you," Katsuki admitted after a pause, staring at the ceiling. "Not just fucking your brains out. Just hearing you moan and just... feeling good."
 
"Why Katsuki Bakugo," Shoto said teasingly as he rolled on his side, half leaning over his boyfriends chest. "You sound like someone who wants to make love."

They both liked the kind of sex they had - hard and heavy, bruising and a little mean, but he couldn't remember a time they'd actually slowed down and just felt. They'd been too desperate in the beginning, just wanting to get off with each other as many times and as quickly as possible. And they'd gotten back together just the same, like it'd been a fight.

He pressed his face to his boyfriends neck and left a few soft kisses there. "I missed it too. Missed the way you touch me."
 
He kissed his boyfriend hungrily, an unfamiliar heat rising along his neck when Shoto teased him about making love. "Shut up," he quipped.

What was making love, anyway, and what was so different about it than what Katsuki already did? He didn't know how to fuck other than to ram them so hard they saw stars. That was how Shoto came every time and if his partner came and he got off too, he thought that was what sex was.

But now he looked forward to seeing Shoto moan and look blissed out when his cock slid in deep. He found himself craving the touches and the way Shoto looked at him as much as just fucking like animals in heat. "I want to," he muttered as he pulled Shoto close, kissing down his neck. "Make love to you. I want to go slow." His fingertip traced Shoto's spine, over the perky line of his ass. "Just feel you."
 
"You really think you're capable of it?" Shoto asked, but honestly, he didn't know if he was. Katsuki had seen him in so many different intimate ways, had turned him into things Shoto didn't even know he could be. He'd been vulnerable with him, but could he really let it go and actually show Katsuki how he felt about him? Not just fuck for the sake of fucking.

He reached out and placed his hand on the side of his boyfriends face, thumb tracing along his cheekbone. Mismatched eyes searched his face, taking in thick eyebrows and a strong jawline and dark red eyes and he loved him.

Shoto leaned in and kissed him, pouring all the fear he'd dealt with since the hospital into it, how he'd worried he'd never see him again, as if this was the first kiss he'd gotten since Katsuki had woken back up.
 
That kiss somehow felt different, like he could feel something other than the stirring in his crotch. He felt warm and most importantly, happy. It was such a strange feeling that he just lied there, Shoto's lips pressed to his, before he leaned into it, too.

He rubbed gentle circles on Shoto's hip and pulled back to look at his boyfriend. Really take in how pretty he was. It wasn't the kind of pretty he associated with girls. It was the kind of pretty a child would associate with a flower, an innocent revelation in its purest form.

"Fuck you, I could go slow all day, I just don't want to," Katsuki huffed. He did keep some distance between their faces just so he could tilt his head and admire Shoto's face some more. Then, he did the unthinkable, his calloused hand mimicking Shoto's to touch Shoto's face, his knuckle grazing the soft skin. There was a tenderness in his gaze that hadn't been there before.

"You're beautiful," he said, in awe.
 
Shoto had spent so many years looking at Katsuki with his breath caught in his throat thinking he'd give anything just to be under him. When had it changed? When had he stopped looking at him as someone who would be a good lay, and instead as someone that he wanted to be beside. As someone who was safe. As someone he wanted to get to know, and be known by. As someone whose touch he leaned into, because he trusted that it wouldn't hurt. Not unless he asked it to.

Having Katsuki's attention on him like that made his chest feel tight, and he felt overwhelmed in a way he wasn't used to. Not panic, for once, but the opposite. So happy words just wouldn't cut it.

He pressed forward and kissed him again, and it felt warm in a way that wasn't associated with heat. Like sunshine after a snow day. Like the first rays peaking over clouds in the morning. He slides his hand around his face to hair, running his fingers through the strands that are always softer than he expects, and the kiss doesn't deepen so much as expand. Like there's more to explore than he ever knew.
 
When Shoto looked at him like that and kissed him, the world seemed to close in, leaving just him and Shoto. He propped himself on an elbow to lean closer and turn his head to kiss him again, savoring the plushness of his boyfriend's lips, the way he smelled when he breathed in. Everything about him was so fucking intoxicating and he was in love.

When he pulled from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against Shoto's, pacing his heartbeat. "Really... fucking glad you said yes to my embarrassing ass when I asked you out on that dinner date the first time," he chuckled, his voice soft.
 
Shoto closed his eyes as their foreheads rested together and felt a smile tug on the corners of his mouth. They'd been such a mess back then, unused to being around other people. Shoto a loner, Katsuki a fighter, both so sure they didn't need anyone else.

"Oh, now it was a date?" He asked, folding his arms on Katsuki's chest and looking down at him, smile fond. "You told my mother it was just as friends."
 
"You know it was," he rolled his eyes. "We weren't even friends back then." For the first time in a while, Katsuki had been nervous about the date, thinking that Shoto might think him a freak for asking him like that out of the blue. Hell, he hadn't even known Shoto liked guys, too, so of course Katsuki had kind of passed it off as a hangout between "friends" sort of deal than what it actually was.

He played with Shoto's hair, in muted awe of how gentle his touch could actually be when he wasn't trying to break something, or someone. "What did you think it was?" he snorted. He'd never really asked if Shoto had even thought of him in that way before.
 
"I'd hoped it was a date," he said. "I'd gotten ready for it like it was a date." He had, too. Changing outfits three or four times, making sure his hair fell just the right way, getting so nervous he'd almost canceled.

It had felt like a date. Awkward, and a little too much like they were trying to just be friends, but he'd had a good time. Now, looking back on it was kind of funny. They'd had so many dates since then, without any doubt as to what it was. He tilted his head slightly into his boyfriends touch. "I'm really glad you asked me out."
 
Katsuki blinked. He thought that was pretty damn adorable, that Shoto had actually cared enough to prepare for it. The most Katsuki had done was use some cologne but that was the extent of how he'd prepared.

They were dating now but he couldn't help but tease, wearing a shit-eating grin. "Did you, Shoto Todoroki, have a big, fat crush on me?" he snickered. He'd already told him that he'd checked Katsuki out a few times during gym but he didn't know if it had been more than that before. "How embarrassing."
 
"Shut the fuck up," Todoroki said, but it lacked any real heat. He sat his chin on his folded arms and studied his boyfriends face for a moment. The immediate attraction had been physical, but until Katsuki had actually asked him to dinner, he hadn't processed the depth of his feelings.

"I'd admired you," he admitted. "Your drive, your willingness to feel things." Someone else might argue with Shoto and say Katsuki didn't process emotions like a normal person, and maybe they were right, but for someone who could be as numb as Shoto, watching Katsuki's anger or disappointment or irritation flare had been a big deal. Something he couldn't understand. "How smart you are."

"so yeah," he said softly, "I had a crush."
 
Katsuki grinned widely when Shoto cursed him out. At this point, telling each other to shut the fuck up was something like a love language spoken exclusively between the two.

He listened, though, resting his arms behind his head, letting Shoto splay out on his chest. The weight was comfortable, applying a pleasant warmth and pressure there where there had previously been none. "Pffft," he teased him. "That's gay." Said the person who identified as male, and was dating another male.

"You know what I noticed?" he mused to distract Shoto from the blush creeping across his face. "You got a mouth on you now." When Katsuki had barked at him before, Shoto had always kind of froze and muttered an awkward "sorry" or something.
 
Shoto rolled his eyes at 'thats gay' and muttered "we're gay" back, but Katsuki had moved past it to the point that there was no use arguing his point.

"Must be hanging around a bad influence or something," he said, but he'd been noticing it too. Curse words hadn't been a part of his vocabulary before, much less how to use them properly. Katsuki had only managed to pull them out of him during sex. But lately he'd been snappier.

"I never had anyone to talk back to before you." His father would have smacked the words right out of his mouth, and he hadn't been able to spend enough time with his siblings to talk back to them. His social skills were stunted, but he was finding new sides to himself lately.
 
To be fair, nobody had really dared to talk back to Katsuki, too. The only person who could was his mother, but Shoto had been getting away with small quips here and there. Maybe Katsuki had adopted Shoto's passiveness too, because he didn't get as annoyed when Shoto barked back at him. A part of him even thought it was cute.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn't been getting pissed off so easily, either. He didn't snap at people as often, and when he did, he didn't threaten to kill them like he normally would have done. He'd even let Midoriya go that one time with an annoyed "tch" and nothing else.

"It's hot," he said. When it got quiet enough for them to hear their excited classmates run down the hallway, some rapping at their door to get them out for the festival, Katsuki sighed. "I thought we'd stop doing this shit in high school."
 
Shoto winked, but his confidence only lasted a second before he blushed. He looked towards the door as if the knock was saving him personally, and smiled slightly before giving his boyfriend another kiss.

"Nah," he said. "Now it just comes with alcohol." Which some of them weren't even old enough for but it always ended up around anyway. He rolled off the futons and offered a hand to Katsuki. "Let's get cleaned up."
 
Katsuki laughed when Shoto winked. He wished he'd taken a picture of it, because there was nothing cuter than his boyfriend trying to flirt with him as if they were still in high school. They got cleaned up, and headed first to the designated area where staff were letting students try on yukatas.

He opted for a dark green one that split wide around the shoulders and dipped low down his chest, revealing the deep valley of his pecs. It had been a while since he'd worn one so the flowy sleeves and long hem were a little awkward for him to walk in. "You know how to tie this shit?" he asked Shoto to fix his sash, since his boyfriend was more well-versed in the traditional.
 
Shoto himself picked a dark blue one with thin stripes, and had just finished getting ready when Katsuki approached him. He smiled and nodded before taking the sash. He didn't blame him for not knowing, it wasn't easy. He wrapped it around his boyfriends waist, his rough lingering, before working on the folds and tying the bow off near perfectly. It'd been awhile, but after smoothing it some, it looked the way it was supposed to.

When he stepped back he offered Katsuki his hand and asked, "Should we find our friends? Let them see us alive and moving?"
 
This felt strangely domestic, and Katsuki enjoyed it a little too much, finding himself looking forward to these moments of intimacy quite often. He slung an arm around his boyfriend's waist and pulled him in briefly for a kiss on the cheek. "Blue looks good on you," he said. A lot of things looked good on Shoto, to be fair. Like him, or his cum, or...

"Kacchan!" As soon as they were out of that stall, he heard Midoriya running up to them in his own yukata. "Wow, you look great, Todoroki!"

Katsuki grunted in annoyance. Deku wasn't the first person he'd wanted to see heading into that festival. He held Shoto's hand, caring little if there were a ton of people around. He gave him a look as if to ask if he could punch Deku in the mouth right then and there, but he sighed, scoffing under his breath. "You wanna hang out with them?"
 
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