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Shoto grinned, pleased with himself, but it didn't last long, the finger inside of him drawing out a moan that disappears into Katsuki's kiss.

It really hadn't been that long but his body reacts like it's been a year since Katsuki had touched him. He has to pull their mouths away because he's panting, and presses his face into the crook of Katsuki's mouth as he slowly rides his finger, holding him close. "Can't wait for you to be inside me," he mutters.
 
"Missed it that much, huh?" he grinned, but it was obvious by the way his own cock was drooling in Shoto's hand that he'd missed him a lot too. He sat up after making out with him, sitting on his heels between his boyfriend's legs with the bottle of lube in hand.

Once lubed up, he slipped two fingers inside, scissoring them slowly to stretch out that tight rim. Fuck, he was still so tight. He watched Shoto, his hips leaning forward to make it easier for Shoto to jerk his cock. A few more minutes of fingering Shoto open, then Katsuki nudged the head inside, groaning in relief more than anything as he buried his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck. "God damn, that's good..."
 
"Missed you that much," Shoto answered, eyes hot as he watched his boyfriend get ready to prep him. He moaned again when Katsuki slipped two fingers into him, throwing his head back and biting down on his lower lip. A flush started to spread across his chest, and his free hand shot down to wrap around his own cock, holding tight at the base to keep himself from cumming too soon.

Fuck, was he really that desperate that he'd come just from Katsuki's fingers? He hadn't done that since they were teenagers. "Fuck fuck fuck," he whispered when his boyfriend pushed inside of him, then reached for him, dragging him in close again. How had he ever thought he wanted anything other than this feeling right here?
 
Katsuki was genuinely surprised when he saw Shoto trying to keep himself from cumming too soon. He'd always been under the impression hard and rough were the only ways to get Shoto off that quickly so this was new.

He didn't really linger on that thought any longer than he needed to, because Shoto was tight around him, and he pressed his lips to Shoto's again as he practically glided in a couple more inches, stopping to tease where he knew Shoto's prostate was with his cockhead. The feeling was overwhelming, much more intense since they were sober and only high off adrenaline. "Fuck yeah," he groaned as he bottomed out, his balls kissing that rim, and his hips drawing back, only to slowly press in again.

"Shit, baby," Katsuki whispered, sliding one hand along his lover's leg, gently caressing it.
 
The way Shoto was used to sex being overwhelming was by Katsuki pushing his body passed what he thought he could take. Sensations that were extreme, took him over the edge. But this, this slow glide, the pressure against that part of him that shot sparks up his spine, was overwhelming in a different kind of way. In a way that was hot, and made something in his stomach flip, made his dick leak.

"Fuck," he whispered again, clutching at his boyfriends back, pressing his lips to whatever skin he could reach. He felt both too close and like he couldn't get close enough.
 
Katsuki desperately wanted to go fast, needing more than that bit of friction on his dick, but he forced himself to stretch Shoto out some more, enjoy the slow pace. When he did, he realized that now he could actually feel something more than that fast-approaching heat that accompanied the way he rutted into his boyfriend like a damn animal. He felt Shoto's nails digging into his back, his boyfriend's puffs of breath against his neck, and even heard the sticky squelch of lube following every dull thwap of his hips.

"Tell me what feels good," he mumbled. Just being inside Shoto was more than enough for him. He tried something different, pinning Shoto's hands to the ground, lacing their fingers together. He rolled his hips, stuffing Shoto full of dick only to pull out agonizingly slow, letting the tip snag at the rim before it was pushing back in again.

"No one makes love to you but me," he mumbled possessively.
 
Shoto let out a warm breath when Katsuki took his hands, and held onto them tightly. Looking up at him with half lidded eyes, breath coming fast, he swallows before he says, "You feel good." Everywhere. From where their hips are pressed together, to his boyfriends waist pinned under the leg Shoto wraps around him, to where their chests brush and their hands are twined together and his dick is pressed between their bodies. He feels so full, each drag of Katsuki's cock inside of him feels almost too much and not enough, and he's dizzy and warm and loved him.

"Only you, love," he promises. "Only you."
 
It was a bit of a cliche but at some point he couldn't tell where he ended and Shoto began. They were wrapped up in each other, the futons so smooth beneath them that it felt like they were fucking on clouds. He pressed his forehead to Shoto's shoulder and huffed. Instead of snapping his hips hard against him, Katsuki was trying to roll with his boyfriend, keeping his thrusts languid and slow. It was a sweet kind of torture, but he was overwhelmed and even a little dizzy from how good it all felt.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered, pressing in so deep he could feel himself curve into his lover. He kept one hand intertwined with Shoto's and slipped the other arm underneath his boyfriend, to brace him for some deeper thrusts. "I... love you," he huffed out, cheeks flushing from embarrassment.
 
He wasn't sure they'd ever moved together so seamlessly, Shoto's hips rolled in time with Katsuki's off what felt like instinct alone. He turned his face towards his boyfriends head, nosing across his hairline and breathing with him. He couldn't believe how this felt. How it was more than just sex it was something he didn't even know how to describe.

"Fuck," he whispers, when he feels Katsuki somehow fill him more. He twined the fingers of his free hand into his boyfriends hair and closed his eyes. It was too much. Too vulnerable. "I love you too."
 
The sex felt like it was going on forever when it really must have been just minutes. Katsuki could feel that familiar heat in his gut, and turned his head to meet his boyfriend's lips in a searing kiss. "Gonna... gonna cum," he panted out. Somehow, that took him back to the first time he'd came in Shoto, how he'd done it accidentally and then never went back to using condoms again.

It was a miracle he'd held out this long after going five days without cumming, not even into his own hand. When he came, he stuttered his hips and arced his back towards Shoto, getting in as deep as he could to fill him with his load, all the tension bleeding out of him with a sigh. "Oh, fuck," he whispered, muscles quivering as he found his end within his boyfriend, pumping load after load. It was almost never-ending, each jet thicker than the last, his dick doing hard spasms inside Shoto.
 
It was the added depth, the way Katsuki melted, the feeling of cum rushing inside of him, that did it for Shoto. He curled himself tighter around his boyfriend and came with Katsuki's name on his lips. His own dick pulsed between where their abdomens were pressed together, covering both of them, and he sighed shakily as he clung to Katsuki through his orgasm.

When he came down from it he almost felt like fucking crying from how all consuming it had been, the heat rushing from head to toe. He never wanted Katsuki to move, as if they could stay like that forever.
 
When Shoto came shortly after and those velvety walls clamped around his sensitive cock, Katsuki bit his lower lip and groaned out deeply. He hugged Shoto's waist tighter to himself, letting Shoto rub his cock against his abs as he came undone. When they both came down from it, huffing and puffing, Katsuki pressed their foreheads together and took a moment to just ground himself. Fuck, that was intense. Fuck, sex was great.

"Can't get better than you," he muttered.
 
"You're amazing," Shoto muttered back, like he didn't even know he was speaking out loud. His muscles gave out on him, making him sink into the futons, his leg falling from his boyfriends waist and hand settling against his lower back. He'd cum much harder than this before, but somehow this one knocked the breath out of him.

He leaned up for a soft kiss and after a moment wrapped his arms around Katsuki. He supposed the days of thinking he wasn't a cuddler we're long gone, post sex comfort was becoming habit.
 
"I know," Katsuki chuckled, trying to keep himself supported on his elbows as he kissed his boyfriend one more time. The sweat on his body was cooling, and once he gathered his bearings he slowly pulled out of his boyfriend and sort of watched the globs of cum stain the shirt he'd pulled off earlier. He whisked it away before it could stain the futons.

He rolled to Shoto's side and pulled him close to cuddle, just basking in the afterglow of sex. "I... like it when it's just you," he said with no context at all, staring at the ceiling.
 
Shoto curled into Katsuki's side when he pulled him close, knowing they were going to get dry and sticky sooner rather than later, but not ready to move and get cleaned up just yet.

The words throw him for a moment, before he manages to pull together the context. That the last time they were in this bed, Midoriya was between them.

He doesn't say he's sorry again because there's no point. "I ... me too," he admits. He can't remember much about that night. He thinks he had fun, before they woke up and everything went to hell. But what he knows for sure is that it wasn't worth it, and he didn't want to do it again.
 
Katsuki glanced over and caught a glimpse of the guilt written all over Shoto's face. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Shoto was thinking of. "I didn't mean the threesome, idiot," he snorted. He rested one hand behind his head, his other arm extended out so Shoto could use it as a pillow. His hard biceps weren't the best pillows but... Shoto seemed to like the warmth.

"I meant in general," he said. "I like it when it's just us." That long break over Christmas had been the best days of his life, really. He didn't like parties, or festivals, or threesomes for the same reason, really. He just wanted to be with Shoto.

"Just you."
 
Just as Katsuki guessed, Shoto took the offered arm and pillowed his head there, mismatched eyes watching his boyfriends face.

"Oh," he says, and blinks slowly. "Me too." Staying at the dorms over break had been the best decision he'd ever made. Spending each day with Katsuki like they were somewhere else in life - older, in a place of their own, just living their lives - had shown him up close and personal what he wanted for the rest of his life.

"We can't just lock ourselves up and pretend like the rest of the world doesn't exist," he says, but his tone is mostly teasing. He likes his friends, and he didn't get the chance to be a normal kid so he was making up for it now. But if he had to choose between doing something with a group or just being inside with Katsuki ... he knew what he'd choose.
 
"Tch, I can do what I want," Katsuki muttered just to be a petulant and insufferable child about it, but he knew that in the grand scheme of things, he liked watching Shoto have fun with his friends, too. It was why he'd never ask Shoto to not be friends with Midoriya. Katsuki liked to think he knew the nerd the best and despite their recent blunder, he trusted Midoriya to be a good friend to Shoto when he'd need it.

He glanced down at Shoto, blinking back at him before he smirked, and it was the closest thing to a genuine smile, all awkward in true Katsuki fashion. "The hell are you staring at, you weirdo?"
 
"Marry me," he says, and the words come out so suddenly that they surprise even him. His eyes go wide for a moment before he closes them and turns his face to press into Katsuki's arm.

"I didn't mean that," he says, though it sounds kind of like a lie. He hadn't meant to say it, especially not then, not like that, maybe not ever. "I mean, it's not even legal," he continues, anxiety creeping into his voice. He'd just been laying there, thinking Katsuki's smile was beautiful, as rare and unused and not-quite-a-smile as it was. And the words had just slipped out.
 
Katsuki's eyes also widened, and a second later, an undeniable blush streaked like wildfire across his cheeks. Even if Shoto hadn't meant it, why did it get his heart racing so damn fast?!

Katsuki cleared his throat and stared at the ceiling again, trying to play cool though he was feeling heated and flustered. "We're not even out of college yet," he said as if that was the only thing keeping him from seriously considering it. He curled Shoto's head in closer on his arm and kissed his forehead. "I'll marry you. Don't need a damn piece of paper to say it, either." As far as he was concerned, marriage was a promise, not a certificate.
 
Shoto peeked at his boyfriend when he didn't argue or laugh or call him an idiot. He was pretty sure he was holding his breath, and closed his eyes again when Katsuki kissed his forehead.

He'd marry him. His heart slammed in his chest. He never imagined ... that anyone would love him that much.

"We're really serious about this forever thing, huh?" He mutters, then lifts up enough to look down at Katsuki. "We tell no one that I proposed to you naked, full of your cum." As far as romance went, it definitely fell short. As far as they went, it was kind of on par.
 
He rested both of his hands behind his head now and snorted when Shoto warned him not to tell anyone of their embarrassing proposal. He couldn't have pictured it any other way, honestly. Neither of them were the type to propose in some grand public event, let alone do the whole thing of getting down on one knee and bearing a ring they couldn't afford.

This was more like them. "I was always serious," he said. "When I do something, I don't do it half-assed." Sure, he'd "dated" other people but he'd always been clear to them that it wouldn't be long-term. With Shoto, it was different.

He was in it for the long ride.
 
Shoto couldn't even argue with him, because he had a point. Not once since he'd known him had he seen Katsuki do something and not throw his whole self into it.

What was so wrong with him that he hadn't thought their relationship would be the same way? That he'd fallen onto teenage insecurities and clung to them like a life raft. Why did he think he was so undeserving of love?

It was definitely on the list of things to talk to his therapist about. And it was probably going to gut him. But he had to get his shit together. For the sake of his relationship and his career.

He swallows down yet another apology and reaches his boyfriends left hand, tugging it out from under his head. He traces around his ring finger and thinks of his quirk, wonders if it would blow a ring to pieces. "Should we do tattoos?"
 
He had the same concern, really, thinking it would be pretty counterproductive for them to get a fancy ring and end up blowing it to pieces with either of their quirks. He hadn't thought of a tattoo though, and the thought of it made him snort.

He'd been thinking of getting a full piece down on his chest or back sometime, or even a full sleeve tattoo once he became a pro hero. A small inconspicuous one like a ring seemed like a good idea for a first piece. "A band, yeah," he said. A simple band that wrapped around their fingers would look good, not too flashy or anything.

"A ring would get in the way anyways," he grinned. "It'd get lost in your ass when I finger you." He'd gone too long without being filthy at every chance he got.
 
Shoto gave Katsuki a look and muttered, "you're impossible." This was why a huge romantic proposal would never work for them - because his boyfriend had to go and say things like that.

He didn't let go of Katsuki's hand, but moved to rest his chin on his chest. "Just us?" He asked. Without the legality, a wedding would be just a ceremony. He wouldn't mind standing up in front of their friends and saying he promised to be Katsuki's forever, but he had a feeling his boyfriend would prefer something more intimate. Would there even be a point, though? With no papers to sign, no certificates to get. He'd like to do something though, something to say he had a Wedding Day.
 
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