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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

Katsuki thought it was pretty cute how they had gone from fucking to discussing marriage. Maybe the dick had been that good to warrant Shoto wanting to put on a ring on it that bad. He kissed Shoto's forehead and looked at him a moment. "You want people to come, don't you?" he snorted. Shoto was definitely giving him the puppy eyes even if he wasn't aware of it.

"I want it to be just us," he said. "Maybe on the beach or something." He decided to tease Shoto. "Too bad you didn't mean that, though," the blond said.
 
"I -" Shoto started, when he realized what the tease was about. He narrowed his eyes and leaned in to nip at Katsuki's bottom lip. "Shut the fuck up, you knew I meant it."

He'd just been so sure Katsuki wouldn't want to get married. It didn't really seem like his style. But then again, why wouldn't he? Why half-ass the last move of their relationship.

"Just us is good," he concedes. "The beach would be beautiful." He lays down again, staring up at the ceiling. "Imagine if I took your last name. Shoto Bakugo. Our friends would lose their shit."
 
Katsuki grinned, wrapping both arms around his lover's waist and returning that playful nip to his lips. He pressed his hand to the back of Shoto's head to press a little deeper into the kiss, unable to get enough of his boyfriend. He'd kiss him all day if he could.

He snorted at the thought of Shoto taking his last name. "Sounds better than Todoroki," he teased. Though, he'd warmed up to the way Shoto's friends called him "Roki" every now and then. It was cute.

"So you were serious?" he asked, taking Shoto's hand to play with his slender fingers. "You really wanna get married?"
 
Shoto kind of agreed, he also thought it's be hysterical to see his father's face if he actually did it. He'd never let Katsuki take his name. Felt like a cursed idea for a marriage.

He looks over at him when he asks if he was serious, and takes a moment to think about it. He had kind of just blurted it out, but yeah ... he really did want to.

"I am if you are," he mutters. "I wouldn't mind the whole world knowing you're mine and I'm yours. I ... kinda wanna promise you forever."
 
The weight of Shoto's words finally settled in when he confirmed it. Marriage. Fuck, they weren't even out of college yet or had a place to their name, and they were already thinking of marriage. Not the government type, though. Maybe that was what made the idea appealing to Katsuki. Doing marriage on their own terms. Getting their rings, throwing their own wedding, celebrating it the way they saw fit.

He laced their fingers together and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. "God, you're so cute when you're romantic and shit," he snickered.
 
"You're such an asshole," Shoto said, without any heat at all. When had they both started using insults like terms of endearment? Were they really going to do this? Get married? Now that they'd talked about it he kind of wanted to do it now. "We don't have to do it anytime soon," he mutters. "It can wait until graduation. Or after."

He'd have to come out to his family, eventually. His siblings, his father. He made a face at the idea and rested his head on his boyfriends chest. "Have you told your family about us?"
 
Katsuki grinned like Shoto had just called him something romantic. "Do you want to tell everyone about it?" If so, then they would probably need some time to spread the news. His parents would definitely be against it, seeing as he was still young and Katsuki wasn't even sure what their opinions were about... their son dating a guy. Not just any guy, but Endeavor's son.

He made a face and shrugged. "I didn't," he kind of had forgotten to visit them over the break. They were busy anyways, both of them taking business trips out of the country often. "You wanna meet them?" Katsuki glanced at Shoto. "My mom's..." A crazy bitch. "Intense."
 
Shoto took a breath. "I guess we should start with our parents, huh?" But god, did he want to finish with them. Telling Mina would be so easy. Kaminari and Kirishima would also be happy for them. Midoriya was ... another topic that he should really spend some time on later. "But I'd like to tell our friends, at least." The rest of their class, the school, the world when they became pros, could find out whenever it happened.

"But yeah, I'd like to meet them," he says. He wasn't surprised at the word 'intense'. Katsuki's personality had to come from somewhere. He scrunched his nose again. "I should probably introduce you to my siblings at some point." They weren't terribly close, but his sister had been trying to make them act like a normal family. If he got married or engaged or whatever without telling her, she'd likely cry.
 
It all sounded like a headache, honestly. Katsuki couldn't see why they needed to tell everybody, but if it made Shoto happy to do so, then he would begrudgingly do it. Maybe the weight of the word "marriage" hadn't really settled in yet. Katsuki had never really cared about titles and stuff anyways, so he felt the same as he normally did about Shoto. The extra stuff was just a headache.

"If we're really gonna get married," he said. "I want a re-do of that proposal. What kind of half-assed proposal was that, anyway?" he was joking, but it was always fun to poke fun at Shoto.
 
Shoto arched his eyebrows. "Don't tempt me to do something you'll absolutely hate," he threatened. "Big, public, nice restaurant. Ring in the wine glass. Maybe on live tv, oh or with a flash mob." He snorted at the idea of that and pried himself off his boyfriend. He was getting sticky, and he'd learned already that cum drying in his ass was not comfortable.

"Come on, come shower with me," he said, tugging Katsuki with him. Married. He really wanted to marry this man. He really hadn't ever thought he would ... be here.
 
He got up sluggishly, complaining about having to shower when he'd already showered earlier, just hours ago, in fact. "Don't do it," he ate his words, narrowing his eyes at Shoto. Then again, he kind of wanted to mutter "bet" and see if Shoto actually had the guts to do something that flashy. This was the same guy who'd been so bashful about holding his hand in public.

As he got the water ready, a thought surfaced, unbidden. "You ever want to be single again?" he asked. "You're stuck with me, but, you ever think about it?"
 
"No," he answered, unhesitatingly. He'd been afraid, especially after Katsuki didn't come back when the week was over, that he would be single again. It was a brutal awakening and a very strong assurance that he absolutely did not want to be alone again. Nothing would ever be worth losing Katsuki over.

"If I ever think about it, it's not good," he added in a mutter, and when the water was ready stepped in first, pulling Katsuki in with him. "Why?"
 
Katsuki grabbed his phone to play some music while they showered, and scrolled up to see some text message from a girl he'd slept with last summer, when he and Shoto had been broken up. Thankfully, she wasn't texting him to say she'd carried his surprise baby to term or anything, but it seemed she wanted to see if he was still down to fuck. He ignored it, and stepped into the shower with Shoto.

"Just wondering," he said, grabbing Shoto's head to kiss him. "We're always together, you know."
 
Shoto arched an eyebrow when Katsuki spent a moment on his phone, it was rare for him to bother texting or anything, but didn't ask questions, just soaked under the stream until his boyfriend joined him.

He returned the kiss happily, pressing into it. Finally, his world seemed normal again. Everything settling into place. Now that it was, he could feel how much he'd been neglecting his health. He hated that Katsuki had been right about that.

"I know," he said. He wanted to ask if Katsuki ever thought about being single again, but he didn't think he did. He was the one always pushing for them to stay together. Holding his ground when Shoto wanted to run. "Love you."
 
Katsuki wound his arms protectively around his boyfriend's waist, feeling possessive when he thought back to that girl's text. Apparently they weren't public enough for their relationship to have reached everyone's ears. It made him feel a little grossed out, honestly, when he thought back to how low his standards had been to fuck some of the girls that he had. Compared to Shoto, they were nothing.

"Love you, too," he parroted back, counting how many times Shoto said it today. He could tell he'd fucked him some kind of way that made his boyfriend act all clingy. He liked it. Katsuki stared at his face for some time before he added. "You're going out to eat with me everyday for a month."

Shoto needed to put on some weight. It was borderline unhealthy how much of it he'd lost over the week-and-a-half.
 
The switch in subject surprised him a little and he asked, "Why? Can we even afford that?"

Oh. Right. Job.

His expression seemed to show where his thoughts went and he stopped clinging so he could actually clean himself up. He wanted to tell Katsuki to quit before he even started. Wanted to say he already had to share him enough between classes and the gym and anything else.

It was a little too pathetic for him to say out loud. And too petty. Because he knew the work would actually do Katsuki some good. It was a good agency.
 
"Not all the time," he said. "I mean, eating with me." Katsuki would make sure to make him meals between classes and work, fatten up all that weight Shoto seemed to have lost over their time apart. A part of him felt guilty about it even if he knew it wasn't his fault. He'd kind of liked Shoto's chipmunk cheeks.

"There's nothing but damn protein shakes in the fridge," he said. "We're going grocery shopping first thing tomorrow morning." Katsuki was pretty strict when it came to eating a healthy diet.
 
Shoto stuck his tongue out at him, but he knew it wasn't worth arguing. He needed to eat well - it was part of being a hero. They all burned through a lot of calories. And he'd been eating like shit. He hadn't even had any of Kirishima'a protein shakes.

"Fine," he concedes, and when he finishes cleaning himself off, he stands there for a moment with his arms wrapped around Katsuki's waist from behind, head resting on his back, enjoying the hot water and the music playing in the background. He feels like he's not the only one who's a little clingy.
 
Katsuki took a bit longer to wash, enjoying the heat of the shower and how it unraveled him in the best way. Also, it felt nice to have Shoto clinging to him like that. It wasn't often his boyfriend was so adamant about sticking together practically all day.

At least now with Shoto clinging to him, Katsuki could show off his muscles more since he'd bulked up even more since their break. He was getting to a point that he liked, having filled out his muscles rather well. Shoto was sure to feel it leaning against his chiseled back like that. "You wanna go out grocery shopping after this?"
 
Shoto could tell the difference, and his wandering hands were appreciative. It figured that Katsuki had just gotten in better shape while they were gone - but maybe that was just a sign of their coping mechanisms. Katsuki hit the gym, while Shoto hit the floor.

"Might as well," he agrees. "It'd be easier than trying to squeeze it in before classes." They could do it, but he wasn't a morning person, and it would just end up with Katsuki dragging him around while he complained about wanting to be back in bed.

"We should get some dinner too."
 
"And lube," he said as an afterthought. Katsuki was usually the one going out and grabbing groceries for the two of them, since he was picky about vegetables and often scolded Shoto if he picked out ones that looked wilted or bruised. For someone who represented the typical "alpha male", he was pretty domestic.

He tugged on Shoto's hands around him, leading them down his torso, quite liking the feeling of his boyfriend's hands on him. This was a more vulnerable position than he was used to but he quite liked it after that long time apart.
 
"Damn, are we out already?" Shoto asked. Sometimes he felt like they went through lube at an alarming rate, but it wasn't an expense they could skirt around. They'd tried, as teenagers. It hadn't ended well for either of them.

He pressed kisses to his boyfriends back, along his spine and across his shoulders, following the rivets the water drops made. His fingers traced along the well worked muscles of Katsuki's abdomen, dipping into the sharp v of his hips. He brushed his knuckles along his cock, and thought absentmindedly that he probably touched Katsuki's more than he did his own.
 
Katsuki grunted as he felt Shoto's lips across his back and shoulders and those hands traverse his front dangerously. When his knuckles brushed against his cock, he suppressed a light groan, his hips automatically leaning into the touch as if he wanted more.

"Damn tease," he muttered, glancing down to see that his cock had already gotten half-hard, roused awake by Shoto's touch. It was like it couldn't tell the difference between a casual touch and one that begged for a hard dicking.

"Fucking you? Hell yeah, we go through a bottle every week."
 
"Am I?" Shoto asked innocently. He hadn't really planned on starting anything, but it had been a week and a half without Katsuki's dick in his life.

He pressed his forehead to his boyfriends neck and wrapped his hand loosely around his hardening cock, giving it a few lazy strokes with the waters help. His own was stirring in mute interest, but he wasn't particularly bothered by it. What he was seeking out was just the hot, hard, familiar feeling of Katsuki against his palm. The curve and slight swell to it that he was well acquainted with.
 
When Shoto began stroking his cock instead of just brushing his fingers against it, he swore again but under his breath. "You trying to get fucked again?" he threatened, because he'd damn do it if Shoto kept this up.

His boyfriend knew just how to touch him, which way he liked his cock stroked and where exactly to apply the pressure. He thrusted slowly into Shoto's hand, groaning softly. "You're such a damn slut," he chuckled. "Can't go a damn minute without touching my dick."
 
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