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Katsuki didn't look up from his homework, but there was a brief look of annoyance before he sighed. "Go ahead," he said, then tilted up his gaze.

"You don't need to damn ask me for permission to talk to him." He trusted Shoto to do the right thing, or at least he was working on that. If he couldn't do that now, they'd have no chance of being a good duo as pro heroes.

"What, like now?" he asked, stopping mid-sentence on his work to look up at Shoto.
 
Shoto shook his head. He didn't know when he'd work up the courage to actually talk to Midoriya, to see if he'd ruined their friendship the way he'd almost ruined his relationship.

"I just ... if you didn't want me to talk to him again, I'd respect that," he said. He hadn't actually thought Katsuki would mind, he didn't seem like the type, but he'd wanted to make sure. He hadn't wanted his boyfriend to see them together and assume the worst.
 
"It's not a problem," Katsuki said. "Deku knows he fucked up. It'd be a problem if you did something with him again." The thought of it made him bristle, honestly, but he was trying not to let it show so much. It'd be a lie if he said he hadn't come out of this a little insecure and annoyed about it.

He wasn't going to tell Shoto about it, his talk with Izuku and how Deku had admitted to him that he had complicated feelings about Shoto, and how sorry he was about them. To have it confirmed was... well, Katsuki wasn't sure how he felt about it.

"You're... sure," he paused to say. "You're sure you wanna do this with... me?"
 
"Huh?" Shoto asked, and abandoned the tv and his homework in order to give his boyfriend his attention. He didn't like the way Katsuki tacked on that me.

"Katsu, love ... it's always been you. I know it doesn't feel like it right now. I know I've fucked us up more than once." He took a deep breath and said, "I tried for it not to be. That summer we were apart. But I couldn't do it. And it wasn't because it was you. It was because I didn't ... think I deserved you. And I ... thought you deserved better than me."
 
He didn't like that answer, because it just hurt Shoto more, and Katsuki didn't know how exactly to prove that Shoto deserved him. He wasn't a saint. He'd gotten angry at Shoto, treated him unfairly too many times to count, and their first attempt at a relationship had just been Katsuki's excuse to be an asshole the entire time.

He pulled Shoto onto his lap and hugged him around his waist, pressing his forehead against his boyfriend's collarbone.

"It better be me," he huffed, a fragile attempt at being cocky.

Then, he remembered something, and muttered soft into Shoto's shirt, the sound barely above a grunt. "Sorry I scared you." The cup he'd shattered, and the way Shoto had flinched the time he'd smashed it against the wall had been stuck with him all week.
 
Shoto went to him easily, shifting to get comfortable in a way that was well versed by now, crossing his legs behind his boyfriends lap and resting his chin lightly on blonde hair. He ran his hands up Katsuki's back, because even he could head the false confidence in his voice.

"Every day," he murmurs. It'd been Katsuki every day since he'd first seen him. From a crush to lust to falling in love. They'd been a mess that first go around, Katsuki pushing at him the way he'd pushed at everything, and Shoto taking out his frustrations on him all the same. But this time they'd really been something. And he'd be damned if he wasn't going to get it back.

It takes him a moment to connect the apology with the incident, and when he does he tenses for a second, but he lets out a cool breath. "You were upset," he says softly. "It's okay."
 
He pursed his lips and huffed. "Don't just tolerate abusive behavior, call me out on it." It was a pretty mature thing for him to say, but time after time again he'd seen Shoto take things that were not okay, even from friends and family. He'd never wanted Shoto to just accept his difficult personality all the time.

He kissed Shoto's lips, gazing into those mismatched eyes and pouting a bit. Though the lethargy and malnutrition were clear on his boyfriend's face, he was pretty as always.

"No one knows," he said. "About Deku." Maybe it had just been an attempt to save Shoto's honor, but he hadn't even told Kirishima either.
 
"I..." Shoto starts, but stops himself. Because the only reason he'd been trying to pass it off as okay was because it had been a cup and not, say, his face. He swallowed down the rest of his argument and nodded instead. "Okay." They we're going to need to buy more glasses at this point anyway.

He blinked at the idea that no one knew and made a sound of realization. "No wonder Kirishima didn't cold shoulder me all week. I kept thinking it was fucking weird of him not to have a problem with me."
 
"He just thinks we had a fight," Katsuki mumbled, turning his head to press his cheek to his shoulder, and stare at a random part of Shoto's neck. He breathed in his boyfriend's scent, reminscent of laundry detergent and something uniquely Shoto's.

He closed his eyes and just rested there, feeling at peace once more, like he could just take a nap there.

His hands slipped under Shoto's shirt, finally feeling some skin-to-skin contact. Touching Shoto sober always felt much better. Why did he ever drink so damn much?
 
Shoto breathes in deeply when he feels Katsuki's hands against his skin, and he tugs his boyfriends shirt up so he can press his own palms to his bare back. He feels better like this. Maybe the week had left him a little touch starved.

"I really missed you," he mumbled, pressing his face to the other males hair and breathing him in. He's going to have to start taking better care of himself. He's got a lot of work to do, if they're going to make it. As partners, as pros. "And I really love you."
 
"Love you, too," Katsuki mumbled back, bringing his hands around not-so-subtly to rest over Shoto's pecs, cupping them in his large palms and giving them a gratuitous squeeze. He'd honestly missed every part of Shoto in many ways, though most of those reasons were intimate.

As if he hadn't just been feeling up Shoto's chest, he slipped his arms around, and kissed Shoto's Adam's apple. "Hey," he said, leaning back so he could hang his elbows on the couch behind him, his boyfriend still on his lap. "Let's go on a trip. Get away from this place, and all these losers."
 
Shoto rolled his eyes when Katsuki grabbed his pecs like that, but he honestly didn't mind. He just thought it was funny. He looks down at his boyfriend when he leans back, and thinks that getting away from all of this actually sounds like a good idea.

"We're students," he points out, it wasn't like they just had time sitting around doing nothing. "You've got a job now." But the more than he tried to think of why they shouldn't, he only thought of why they should. "I've never been to the beach."
 
"Yeah, and?" he argued back lamely. That had never stopped them from fucking the day away sometimes. "We don't have to go far, just get away from all this bullshit for a day." He thought about the beach, and nodded. That was the perfect getaway spot, especially if they could find some secret section where there weren't many people at all.

"Let's go pop that cherry, then," he said. Wherever they were going, he was just looking forward to being with Shoto, and only Shoto. "You got a bucket list of places you wanna go?"
 
Shoto snorted out a laugh when Katsuki said 'pop that cherry'. He should have been used to jokes like that by now, but they somehow always surprised him.

Did he have a bucket list of places he wanted to go? He'd never really traveled anywhere, unless it was school related. He blinks, and leans forward to rest his forhead against his boyfriends. "Is everywhere an option?"
 
Katsuki couldn't help but grin, his chin lifting up to meet his boyfriend's lips. Finally, things felt like they were falling into place again. "All right, get off, lemme get changed," he grinned, unceremoniously tossing his boyfriend to the side, on the futon.

Then, he got up to change into a black tank top and gray sweats, the top slim enough to stick to his chiseled muscles. He slipped on top of Shoto, pinning him to the sheets, looking down at him.

"You know, I thought about it," he said. "You didn't let Deku cum in you."
 
Shoto stuck out his tongue when his boyfriend dumped him over, but he felt it to. Things were starting to feel normal again. He watched him go to get changed, none to shamelessly sliding his eyes over Katsuki's torso.

He was already wearing comfortable clothes - it was Wednesday, his attire was falling apart as much as the rest of him - so he didn't need to change himself. He smiles when Katsuki drops on top of him, not giving the slightest resistance at being pinned.

"Oh," he says. He doesn't remember how exactly his drunk mind was able to remember to ask for condoms, when he hadn't been able to think better of what they were doing, but he had. "No I ... that's ... only for you."
 
Hovering over Shoto like this made Katsuki remember what it felt like to be intimate again. A week-and-a-half had been a long time to stay abstinent, only getting off by jerking himself to some lewd pictures he'd kept of Shoto on his phone. Now that he was on top of him again, the lust hit him like a tidal wave, dragging him in the undertow. But Katsuki was aware of the strain the recent incident might have had on their sex life, too.

"Damn right it is," he muttered. He didn't even know how he'd remembered that small detail while he'd been so drunk either. He hardly remembered anything else. His gaze swept over Shoto, starting from his chest to his face like his lurid look was a pair of lips, appreciating every inch of his boyfriend.

"You missed fucking?" he asked point-blank. "Or were you just a sad shit the entire week."
 
"I love how highly you think of me," Shoto replies, heavy on the sarcasm. He couldn't really argue that he hadn't been a sad shit all week. He'd hidden away in himself like he always did when he had too many emotions to process.

They were both redblooded males with healthy sex drives, it was why they fucked as often as they did, but when he was alone Shoto's almost disappeared. He got off by himself sometimes, but not much, and the idea of doing it while Katsuki was sharing a dorm room with Midoriya after what he'd done, had made him a bit nauseous.

"I didn't until I saw you," he mutters, hands sliding up his boyfriends arms, lingering on the hard lines of his muscles.
 
Katsuki grinned, rolling his hips slow between Shoto's legs, pressing their hips together for that heavenly friction. It felt so good that it made all the warmth in his head plummet straight to the other one. Katsuki was especially red-blooded with a healthy sex drive, probably a bit too healthy where Shoto was concerned.

"You wanna make love?" he asked. He'd never quite put it that way before; never even asked Shoto to have sex like it was an invitation to go somewhere. He just wanted to try it. Go slow. See if that did anything, felt different.

When the words sounded a bit too tender for his own comfort, he tacked on something dirty. "I've got five days' worth of cum."
 
Shoto rolled his eyes. "I find it hard to believe you kept your hand off your dick for five years."

But really, it's his own defense, because suddenly he's nervous. He wasn't even nervous the first time they had sex, he'd been too horny. Awkward, sure. Self conscious, definitely. But the way his heart is beating now is new.

He moves his hands to the side of his boyfriends face, brushing his thumbs over his cheekbones and just taking a moment to look at him. Like it had been longer than just a week and a half. God, he loves him.

He raises up enough to kiss him, and it's the same kind of kiss as the last time they had this conversation, a slow drag of lips against each other, a gentle coaxing.
 
The thing with Katsuki was that he didn't know how to take things slow, to just feel in the moment. Everything had to be rough, fast, and hard, and while that way of sex had its own appeal, Katsuki had wanted to try this for a while. To see if he was capable of it. To see if his body still craved Shoto's in the same way.

And it did, as they kissed, his hips slowly rocking between Shoto's legs, mimicking the languid thrusts that he tried to pace. Slow. Slow. Slow. His lips pressed to the crook of his neck, suckling a hickey there as his palm swept over where he could feel the beginnings of a hard-on in Shoto's leisure wear.

"Mine," he mumbled as he slipped up Shoto's shirt and claimed a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other one between his fingers. "Mine."
 
Shoto I hailed sharply the moment Katsuki's mouth locked around his nipple, pressing up into the touch. Like his body had missed his boyfriend just as much as he had.

Arousal washed over him in a hot wave and suddenly there were too many layers between them. He hooked a leg around Katsuki's waist so their hips were closer together, but his hands gripped his tank top, and he pulled it up, waiting for Katsuki to get the hint and move away from him just long enough to get it off. He runs his hands down his boyfriends back, settling on his waist, bringing their mouths back together. It's still slow, but needier, like he can't get close enough.
 
Katsuki parted from his boyfriend briefly just to get his tank top out of the way, and did the same for Shoto, taking his time to make out with him. Between their kissing, Katsuki slipped down Shoto's pants, then his underwear. For lube, he quickly suckled on his middle finger, then dipped that hand between Shoto's legs to gently tease at his hole.

He wondered how long he could drag out the foreplay, rubbing that rim to stimulate the feeling of his tongue flicking it, while his lips were pressed hard to Shoto's. His cock was stiff already, bulging and heavy in his sweats.
 
Shoto whispered out a curse when Katsuki's wet finger touched his rim. Lube was always easier, but there was something about his boyfriend doing it like this that was hotter. His hips rolled into the teasing feeling, seeking out more without his permission. His hand slid up Katsuki's spine, into his hair, pressing him closer into the kiss.

His free hand worked it's way in between them, pushing down the waist of Katsuki's sweats so that he could wrap it around his boyfriends cock, moaning at the familiar feel of it, his skin warmer than usual, a touch of his quirk activating as he brushed his thumb over the tip.
 
Katsuki swore under his breath as he felt Shoto shove down his sweats to rub his hardened cock. He rutted into his warm palm like a damn animal, trying to sweep the sensitive underside against the flat of his hand on every upwards thrust.

"Fuck," he groaned between breathy kisses, bucking slowly into Shoto's hand. "Almost as warm as your ass." Though, nothing could quite replicate the feeling of being inside his boyfriend, not even other people.

He slipped his middle finger inside Shoto, setting onto his other elbow next to Shoto to kiss him as he leaned over his boyfriend a bit.
 
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