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"Maybe I just want to get you off," Shoto replied softly. "You did say you had five days of cum saved up, and you've only gotten off once."

He was soft about it, like he was touching Katsuki for his own benefit and not his boyfriends. Tracing the veins with his thumb and drawing his fingers over his balls on downward strokes.

He hummed about the slut comment, because it was true, there was no point in arguing. He placed his free hand on Katsuki's abs, feeling how they twitched when he did exactly what he knew he liked.
 
"Fuck," Katsuki groaned out, because this was everything he'd wanted, and dreamed of while they'd been apart. Shoto's hands just wandering all over him, worshiping every inch of his body. He stuttered a gasp when he felt his lover's hand work expertly around his cock-and-balls, the shaft now fully engorged and twitching excitedly.

"Baby," he sighed out, pushing his hips far out so he could feel his cock sliding through the sleeve Shoto's hand made. "Fucking thought of you everyday. Wrapped around my cock in one way or another, but damn, I couldn't get off just thinking about it." He'd needed this, the touch and warmth.
 
It always did something to him when Katsuki used pet names, his breath coming hot where his face was almost pressed to Katsuki's back, creating steam with the water. His nails curled into his lovers abs as he tightened his grip around his dick.

The idea of Katsuki thinking about him, about it not being enough, about actually needing his touch ... that was ... it made his mouth water. But he didn't want to drop to his knees yet. He liked this, pressed along the length of Katsuki's body, keeping himself in a position that he couldn't be man handled in - which he loved, but he was in control like this.
 
Katsuki felt lightheaded as the arousal rushed south all at once. He held onto the wall for some leverage as he thrusted, each glide of his cock through Shoto's hand making him stiffen all that much more, with his cock twitching in his boyfriend's grip. He didn't know how much longer he could last like this, not when he was so backed up that he could clog the drains if he came like this.

"Gonna cum," he panted out once he felt he couldn't take it any longer. "Fucking shit, Shoto," Katsuki groaned, on the verge of getting off, his balls drawing tight to his body. He wanted to cum in Shoto so bad, his dick missing the way he'd dump his load inside his boyfriend.
 
Shoto grinned triumphantly when Katsuki said he was going to cum, running his thumb over the swollen tip. "Come on baby," he coaxed, lifting his head so that he could suck along the side of Katsuki's neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, more tongue and the edge of teeth.

He kept pumping him, and would all the way through his orgasm, hand still pressed to his stomach. He wanted to feel it, the tightening of his muscles before he found his release. He wanted to carry him all the way through it. It almost felt like a waste to let him cum down the drain, but getting fucked now would just defeat the purpose of a shower.
 
Katsuki had to hold the wall when he came because when he did, it was a damn torrential wave that wracked through his entire body. He gasped through the aftershocks, his abs tightening so hard that they were perfectly shown through taut skin. He didn't think it was possible to sweat through a shower until now.

"Fuck..." he breathed out, grabbing Shoto's hand on his cock to slow the stroking on his sensitive dick. He'd cum a load that splattered on the tiled walls, dripping down in a lurid way from them. Feeling boneless and a little too warm, he turned in Shoto's embrace and crashed their lips together in a heady and passionate kiss.
 
The sudden change in position nearly took Shoto off his feet, but he caught himself with one hand gripping Katsuki's bicep and the other slamming against the wall.

Hs pressed into the kiss, all gentleness gone, matching heat for heat with a low groan. He pulls his boyfriend in, seeking more skin. He's so fucking needy. "That was hot," he breathes when their mouths part, but turns his head and kisses him again, using his own tongue to coax Katsuki's into his mouth.
 
Katsuki grabbed Shoto's ass with both hands, gripping them so tight they might pop, and giving one a hard smack that left a wet print on his cheek. "You still got my cum in there?" he whispered, pushing a finger inside Shoto deep, knowing his boyfriend could take that. He cleaned him out, finding it hot that he could feel his earlier load escape Shoto in a slippery glob. Once he felt he got most of it out, he pushed in his finger two knuckles deep, hooking it inside his boyfriend as they made out.
 
"Fuck!" Shoto shouted the second a finger was inside of him, the volume of his voice catching him by surprise that was short lived because he thought he was going to come out of his damn skin. He'd been so focused on getting Katsuki off that he hadn't noticed how turned on he'd gotten. His boyfriends words had sent a shutter down his spine but the hook to his finger hits his prostate and his knees nearly give out on him. He whines into Katsuki's mouth, knowing he's going to cum from this.
 
He pulled Shoto's body against him by that finger hooked into his boyfriend's ass, the other arm winding tight around his torso to brace him against himself. Like this, Shoto could hump his abs, get the friction he needed for his cock while Katsuki played with that tight, cum-loaded hole.

He kissed him right, deep and passionate, a second finger sliding in to join the first to scissor in and out of him. When it felt a little loose enough, he used both to thrust, getting them deep into the third knuckle, and shaking his wrist hard to jostle his fingers against that hidden prostate.
 
With Katsuki holding him and taking away the fear that he was going to bust ass, Shoto thrusted his hips, working his cock against his boyfriends abs, the slick skin providing just enough friction to make his head spin.

There was no reason to draw his orgasm out but he didn't want to shoot right when it got good. There was no hope though when Katsuki started fucking him with his fingers like that. He gripped onto him tight, biting down on Katsuki's bottom lip with a moan when he shoots, body shaking with it, striping his boyfriends abdomen with cum.
 
Katsuki kissed along Shoto's neck feverishly, pulling his boyfriend flush against his body as he came down from that high. Shoto always came in the hottest way, and over and over he was reminded of just how lucky he was to have him.

They went back to normal the next few weeks following their break-up. Katsuki was busier, balancing work, school, gym, and a clingy boyfriend with surprising ease. He didn't complain about the days being hard or too much for him. He handled it well, and even managed to fuck Shoto everyday when his boyfriend wanted dick, and take him out on dates every now and then. Things were easing into normalcy again, and one night, Katsuki had been invited to drink at some girl's house party while her parents were away.

The girl was Kirishima's friend, and Katsuki had been invited as a plus one. He hadn't intended to stay for long but one thing had led to another and Katsuki had ended up too drunk and spouting off death threats to anyone that challenged his spot as Beer King.

Even Kirishima couldn't get his friend to calm down, so he naturally called Shoto.

"Hey, Roki! Um, so, Bakugo might have had a little too much to drink-"

"I bet you won't call the cops, I'll fucking bury you, you piece of shit!" Katsuki's voice boomed in the background.

"Yeah, can you come get him? I'll, uh, text you the address. Bakugo, get down from there, man!"
 
They found their footing again. Katsuki's work schedule made Shoto clingier than normal, but Katsuki didn't seem to mind. He filled their missed hours with visiting his mom and his therapy appointments that he still hated but was determined to get through. The other day he was alone he usually spent with Mina or Kaminari who he was getting closer to.



Katsuki going to a party without him was weird, but he'd always pushed him to spend time with his friends, so he didn't throw a fit about it. Instead he hung out with Mina, letting her play with his hair while they debated if he should keep growing it out or cut it short. It'd gotten long enough that she could braid it, and he was kind of surprised it didn't look girly. Especially because she'd already painted his nails black.



Kirishima's call comes as a shock, and for a moment his heart skips a beat with the fear that something might be really wrong. But he shoves it down and answers with a careful hello. His eyebrow arches as his friend talks. He sighs deeply and says, "Yes. I'll be there as soon as I can. Try not to piss him off before I get there."



"Bakugo?" Mina guesses rhetorically, and he nods as the location comes in. "Want me to go with?"



"Nah," he says, and gets up to find his shoes. "I'll see you tomorrow?"



She walks out of the dorms with him but they split as Shoto makes his way off campus and into the nearby neighborhoods. It's not a far trip, but it takes awhile on foot, and he knocks only to make sure he's got the right house, though he can hear a party going.
 
Kirishima had been trying his best to keep Bakugo reeled in, convincing everyone around him that he wasn't actually going to harm anyone, like Bakugo was some feral dog on a rampage. Somehow, Katsuki had climbed on top of the kitchen counter, challenging anyone who so looked at him the wrong way to a death match.

The redhead was flustered and practically flung himself into Shoto's arms when he arrived. "Oh man, I'm so glad you're here, Roki." Kirishima was sweating bullets as he tugged Todoroki into the party, pointing at Bakugo.

"Sorry. Think he's already really pissed."
 
"I leave you guys alone for five minutes," Shoto mutters under his breath as he takes in the party around him. Katsuki does indeed look pissed, and very drunk. And he really can't blame people for being wary given that he has literal bombs for hands and could probably take down a bear without a quirk at all.

"Oi!" He says, just to catch Katsuki's attention. "Come on babe, let's go home." He'll climb up there after him if he has to, but Katsuki likes home more than anywhere else so it should be simple.
 
Katsuki turned his head towards the sound and his face lit up immediately when he saw that familiar head of red-and-white. He clambered down from the kitchen counter, too drunk to do so without a messy landing, and obediently clung to Shoto, hiccuping into the crook of his neck.

Kirishima's jaw dropped, and everyone just stared as the literal bomb was pacified right before their very eyes.

"You're amazing, Roki," Kirishima whispered. "A freaking miracle worker."
 
Shoto rolled his eyes because he wasn't, but as he combed his fingers through Katsuki's hair he realized ... there really wasn't anyone else who could do what he'd just done. And not really because he'd done anything at all, but because Katsuki liked him enough to want to be with him over starting fights.

"Thanks for calling," he tells Kirishima, glad that no one let Katsuki try to get home alone like this.

He gives his boyfriend a little tug as he makes his way to the door, seeing how much he can walk, if at all. "What happened to never drinking again?" He jokes.
 
Katsuki mumbled against Shoto's neck, grounding himself in that familiar scent and the warmth of him. He was leaning against his boyfriend the whole way, stumbling over his own two feet and trying to slather on kisses onto his boyfriend at the same time.

"'M not drunk," he muttered, completely dodging the question since he hadn't heard it right. Maybe he should have specified earlier that he wasn't going to drink around Shoto. When he was with anyone else, he didn't care. Plus, where there was alcohol, there was almost always competition. Just a few more steps in and Katsuki staggered and draped himself over Shoto, mumbling about taking a nap.

"I have a boyfriend," he mumbled after a moment. "Don't even try taking me home, you whore."
 
Shoto snorted loudly and crouched a bit so he could hook his arms behind Katsuki's knees and lift him up. It took an extra bounce to get him seated where it was easy to carry him, and he was glad Katsuki had decided to do this after he got his weight back under control from their stint apart.

"A boyfriend, huh?" He asks teasingly as he starts the trek home. "You must like him quite a lot."
 
Katsuki would have put up a huge fuss about being carried like some princess but he settled down fine and even sank all of his weight onto Shoto, his cheek resting on his shoulder.

"'M gonna marry him," he hiccuped. "So don't get any fucking ideas." His anger came in waves. He'd bark something aggressively and then melt into complacency, like a baby being rocked to sleep. "I want to make him happy..." he murmured quietly like he was talking in his sleep. "I don't want him to damn hurt anymore..."
 
Katsuki wasn't particularly light, but bearing his weight wasn't impossible, just slowed him a bit and made him take more careful steps. He smiled to himself when the other man mentioned that he was going to marry him, feeling a blush creep across his cheeks.

It's the last bit that makes his feet stutter. He knows he's no good at hiding stuff from Katsuki. Hasn't been ever since they were teens, the other boy pulling at his real emotions as swift and vicious as he did anything else. He knew his pain wasn't veiled. And yet somehow, he hadn't expected it to be so obvious.

"You do make me happy," he admits softly. "Happier than I've ever been in my life."
 
"Oh," Katsuki smiled at that, and Shoto couldn't see it but it was a silly, drunken grin like some schoolboy confessing to his crush. He nuzzled his face into Shoto's shoulder and looked comfortable sagging against him now, the fight coaxed out of him. "Makes me happy, too." Happy was a word he rarely used to describe himself, if ever. But he was happy.

He was content to be carried. Nobody really carried him, but Katsuki looked like he was on cloud nine as he drifted off on Shoto's back, his arms wrapping loosely around his boyfriend's neck. "Love you," he mumbled softly, voice drowsy and deep. "Miss you."
 
"I'm right here," Shoto says with a bit of a tease, but adds on, "I love you too."

They were happy. Both of them. Despite everything. Despite what they'd done to each other before, and what Shoto had done after. Despite being stubborn and ready to fight and, at least in Shoto's case, fucked up, they were happy. They'd beaten the odds, somehow. Love was a funny thing.

He carried Katsuki all the way back to the dorm, careful not to jostle him too much. He wasn't sure if that kind of sleep was actually letting him rest, but he managed to make it all the way to their room and dump his boyfriend on the futons before he sat down and started undoing his shoes.
 
Katsuki groaned and rolled over in their warm, cozy sheets that smelled a lot like Shoto on his side. Like a baby, he had his shoes taken off, but he wasn't helpless for long, as he sat up sluggishly and grinned, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend's neck.

"Mm, c'mere," he giggled. Actually giggled. He'd somehow gone from murder hobo, to sleepy, finally to tipsy and a little horny. He kissed Shoto's cheek and mumbled against his face. "Pretty baby," he sighed out, crowding his boyfriend and making it doubly hard for Shoto to actually get him out of his dirty clothes.
 
"Katsu-" Shoto started, but the sound of his boyfriend giggling stopped whatever argument was on the tip of his tongue, and he gave in to being distracted. He'd never seen Katsuki be a happy drunk. Angry, sure, horny, definitely. But this was new.

Being called pretty and baby at the same time made his stomach flip and he kind of wanted to roll his eyes at himself. "Stop it," he mumbled, pressing kisses to Katsuki's face and pushing at him so he could get some room between them. He gripped his boyfriends shirt from his back so he could pull it over his head at the same time. "You're a mess."
 
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