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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

"Yeah," he said. "Do I look like I'm fucking around?" He pulled up Shoto's pants, making him feel the discomfort of feeling all that cum stuck in his pants. Shoto looked hot as sin, with cum streaked all across his ass, face, and chest, clothes doing little to hide the mess strewn all over his skin.

He grabbed him by the throat and kissed the hollow of his jaw, planting a dark hickey there. "Just like this," he said. He'd be nice and wipe off that cum on his face, though he didn't let a single drop go to waste, feeding it to Shoto with his thumb to his lips.
 
He didn't, was the thing. Shoto shook his head, shocked, amused, unbelieving. "I can't," he says. "Look at me. This has to count as public indecency."

His argument doesn't stop him from tilting his head though, moaning through the hickey being sucked into his skin, sealing his lips over the thumb that pushes into his mouth and licking the cum from it. He's too much of a slut to help himself. And somehow, as uncomfortable as he is, his cock still twitches in interest.
 
"Then bundle up," Katsuki snorted. "Bet you're gonna like it the moment you step out in public, anyways." He knew Shoto was more of a whore than he let on, and after their tryst at the vending machine, Katsuki also knew of his boyfriend's exhibitionist streak.

He kissed him, hot and heavy, and stood up to push back his hair and watch Shoto still on his knees. "Don't even think about taking the plug out either," he grinned. "Unless you want my cum to be dripping down your legs."
 
Shoto glared because he hated that Katsuki was discovering his kinks so deftly and exploiting the fuck out of them. He didn't even know he was into this shit. And if he gives in and does it once, it'll happen again.

Which, it isn't like he's asked Katsuki to fuck him against a vending machine again, but he probably wouldn't say no if it happened.

He licks his lips at the order and says, "maybe later", because yeah, maybe he also likes feeling his boyfriends cum slide down his thighs. But he's not sure he trusts Katsuki to let it be just a plug, either.

He climbs to his feet slowly, still waiting for the other man to say he's joking, but says, "the least you could do is bring me my coat."
 
He was too lazy to bring Shoto his own coat, so he grabbed his jacket from the couch, not long enough to cover his situation down there. Maybe if he tied it around his waist, he could preserve some of his dignity, but then that left those cum stains on his shirt exposed.

Katsuki mussed up his hair, pulled the dial on his phone screen to give his boyfriend an affectionate 'buzz' through the toy, and kissed his cheek as he hung an arm against the doorframe.

"You know what snacks I like," he grinned. "Get some vegetables, miso... salted mackerel... tofu, too." The list was getting longer and longer, only because he wanted to keep Shoto outside, simmering in his shame a bit longer.
 
Shoto stared at the jacket in his hand for a long time before opting to tie it around his waist. In the end he decided his uncomfortably wet and sticky pants were a worse show than his chest was.

His face went red shortly after and he stepped closer to Katsuki to bury his face in his chest. Embarrassment was creeping up his spine. He couldn't do this. Especially not with that little buzz.

"I can't," he said, shaking his head. People would know. It's as exciting as it is suffocating. He doesn't think he'll even be able to walk out the door without simply passing away.
 
"It's either you go," Katsuki bargained, dialing up the thrusting function to have the toy fuck his cum into Shoto. It was going so hard the sound was hardly muffled by his pants. "Or I invite the guys over with this going until the battery runs out." And he had it fully charged for eight hours.

He picked at Shoto's hair, fixing some strands that had gotten tousled while he'd been fucking his boyfriend against the wall. "What's it gonna be, huh?"
 
Shoto groaned when the toy started fucking him again, twisting his fingers in his boyfriends shirt. He had to go. There was no way their friends wouldn't recognize what that sound was. Wouldn't know. If he had to be a wrecked whore in front of people who knew him or strangers, he'd pick strangers.

He glanced up at Katsuki with a glare. "You coming with me or am I going alone?"
 
"I'll go with you," he said with a triumphant grin, pressing a kiss into his boyfriend's hair. He kept the buzzing to a manageable low, then slipped into his shirt to head out. He didn't care for the questionable stain on his sweatpants.

He looked smug, knowing his boyfriend had an ass full of cum, plugged into him by a buzzing toy that would keep him stretched and loose the whole time, or at least until Katsuki decided that he wanted to fuck Shoto again. He headed outside their dorm, noticing some students chatting in the halls, most of them minding their own business.
 
The moment the door shut behind Shoto, he felt a little thrill run down his spine. He was really beginning to wonder what the hell was wrong with him.

But there was something about being so thoroughly owned like this that got to him. There were people in the hall. Other students. He didn't particularly socialize out of their group of friends but that didn't really make them strangers.

He throws Katsuki another glare before shoving his hands deep in his pockets and starting to walk, pants crisp and shirt sticking to his skin.
 
Even flustered and sweaty, Shoto looked divine. If people stared, it was probably because he looked like he'd just gotten out of the gym, and post-workout Shoto was quite attractive.

When they were passing by a group of girls, Katsuki pretended to be occupied with something on his phone and dialed up the toy a bit, so it thrusted nice and slow inside Shoto.

"Come on," he gestured for him to walk side-by-side, taking Shoto's hand to hold possessively.
 
He nearly stopped walking when the toy got faster, shooting another glare Katsuki's way, but it doesn't have any annoyed heat. He doesn't even stop his boyfriend from taking his hand, just twines their fingers together tightly.

He'd been the one to bring this up and he can feel a flush building up his neck as they leave the dorm and cross campus. It's not too busy, but there's just enough people that he can't keep his heart from pounding.

He'd gone from saying he liked sucking cock in public to literally being fucked there like it was no big deal.
 
He wondered how much longer it would take before Shoto was keeling, begging for him to take the toy out or at least stuff him with his cock instead. All he knew was that he was getting off on this kind of sweet torture, knowing his boyfriend was utterly his.

The walk to their nearest store was a brisk one, fraught with close encounters where people wandered a bit too close, or friends waved at them but didn't approach. Katsuki grabbed Shoto's ass right when they were walking into the store, kissing the shell of his ear with a smug grin.

"Thinking sukiyaki tonight," he said idly as he browsed the cooler section with all the tofu and oden.
 
The grab to his ass and lips against his ear make him shiver, and his cock is starting to get hard again. It's uncomfortable and yet all he can think about is the cum in his ass.

"Sounds good," he says distractedly, following only because Katsuki has his hand. There's a storage closet in the corner and he eyes it for a moment and thinks how easy it would be to tug his boyfriend in there and sink to his knees.
 
He momentarily forgot about Shoto as he was perusing the aisles, picking out vegetables for their meals. It was usually Katsuki's job to go grocery shopping and to cook, which was unprecedented considering Katsuki's image being as far from domestic as it could be.

He picked up a package of plum candies that were marbled half-red and grinned. "Look, it's you," he snickered, and decided he'd get it, even if he wasn't particularly fond of sweets.
 
Shoto wasn't going to complain about Katsuki doing the shopping. He leaned back on one of the shelves and kept his hands in his pockets so his dick didn't look like it was standing out quite as much, humming in acknowledgement whoever it was required.

He did actually pay attention when his boyfriend mentioned the candies, and lightly kicked at his heel, but if he was honest, he thought it was kind of sweet.
 
"You getting bored over there?" Bakugo grinned, getting out his phone to give Shoto something to busy himself with. He turned the vibrations all the way up, so anyone passing by would hear that faint thrumming and mistake it for their own phone vibrating or something. He was looking forward to how Shoto would try to hide his hard-on or just that incessant sound.

When they were alone in an aisle, Katsuki reached around and pressed on the back of that toy, pushing it into Shoto harder, and by default tugging Shoto against his chest.

"Go get us some lube," he smirked.
 
Bored wasn't at all what he was getting. His blush grew and slapped at his boyfriends hands when he turned the toy up, but by the time he was pressed to the other mans chest it was pointless. He was hard and panting and this little adventure was going to kill him.

"Katsuki, I swear to god," he whispered. He was starting to get that same feeling he'd gotten when he'd talked his way into being fucked against a vending machine - like he wanted to be dragged home before something indecent happened. Except he was indecent.

"Hazard to society," he grumbled. He was going to end up coming in his pants again.
 
Katsuki loved it when Shoto got all fussy and called him a hazard to society. Maybe someone aspiring to be a pro hero shouldn't feel so tickled when he heard that.

He smacked Shoto's ass to jostle that plug in him and peeled himself away to continue shopping down that aisle. Some milk bread, strawberry jam, and since they could afford it for now, some peanut butter.

"Come on, pick stuff you want," he called for his boyfriend, deciding to be a dick and play around with the controls, alternating between thrusting and buzzing, then keeping them both on, low, then hard.
 
Shoto's following him with a scowl but the more Katsuki messes with his phone the more he turns into a stumbling, cursing, mess. More than once he pauses, gripping onto a shelf tightly, breathing coming out warm while the plug in his ass does horrible things to his mental health and wonderful things to his prostate.

If he picked things he wants it would get them out of there faster, back home, where they could properly take care of the issue in his pants. He manages to grab a box of teas and an off brand bottle of lube before he throws himself over his boyfriends shoulder and mumbles, "can we just find a bathroom to fuck in."
 
Katsuki was pretty impressed Shoto was lasting this long and even had the mental clarity to toss things into their cart. When Shoto threw himself against him though, he knew he'd won.

"You're gonna have to do a better job begging," he cooed, bringing Shoto's face close to kiss him heavily, and with tongue. When that jaw was opened slightly with his hand propped against his chin, he leaned forward and spat into it. "Swallow it," he smirked.
 
He vaguely remembered the days when they wouldn't even peck lips in public, and this kiss is dirty. He kind of likes it though - kind of likes that girls will know Katsuki isn't interested, guys will know he's not available, everyone will know Shoto's owned. As a teen it didn't matter, he didn't think their relationship was anyone's business, there was no desire for people to know.

As an adult he meets his boyfriends dark eyes, licks his tongue out across his palm, and swallows slowly and deliberately. He doesn't know when he developed a spit kink but he definitely has one.
 
"Good boy," Katsuki pressed another filthy kiss to Shoto's lips when he saw him swallow down the spit he'd just put in the other male's mouth. Fuck, it was hot and dirty how Shoto had his spit down one end and his cum in another, like he was utterly owned and claimed.

"Go into the restroom, get on the sink counter," he instructed, playing with Shoto's hair. "Your legs pulled up to your chest. You know how I like it." There was only one restroom, so they would need to do this quick.
 
The pet name, the instructions - how his boyfriend says them so casually, nearly make him cum again, but he'll be damned if he gets off without Katsuki's cock anywhere near him. Not when he's already wet and stretched.

He nods just to show he understands before pulling himself off Katsuki and heading to the one bathroom probably much less casually than he hopes.

The door falls shut behind him unlocked and the counter is only just large enough for him to sit on. He steps out of one shoe and throws Katsuki's jacket over his shoulder before he shoves his pants and boxers down to hang off one ankle, hefting himself up.

He's not ready for the way it makes the plug in him move and he bites down on a moan, pulling his legs up and dropping his head back on this mirror.

This was it. This was the moment he had to admit it. He was a fucking slut.
 
He patted Shoto's ass as he walked away, and after parking their cart near the bathroom, he followed soon after Shoto. He'd been the one to instruct him into this position but fuck, did the actual sight of it look better than a damn porno.

Katsuki locked the door behind him, and approached his boyfriend doing a slow sweep of his body with his gaze. "Slut," he breathed out, pulling his stiff cock out of his sweats. "Fuck, you're so hot."

He was so hot it awakened something in Katsuki. Something dangerous, like he just wanted to use Shoto as a cock sleeve, bruise and batter his guts until that pretty hole wouldn't close the same way again.

He twisted the toy free and promptly shoved the thing into Shoto's mouth, forcing his boyfriend to clean it of the dripping cum it was slathered in, while using it as a way to muffle him for the way he just rammed his cock inside.

Katsuki's abs clenched as his dick glided in perfectly smooth. "Gonna take good fucking care of you," he muttered, pulling Shoto's leg over his shoulder as he slammed into that tight, wet heat. Again, and again, he didn't wait for Shoto to adjust, just pounded and fed that hungry hole with his fat meat. "Look at me," he ordered, grabbing hold of Shoto's throat like it was a collar, tight and aggressive, and just to make Shoto feel even filthier for being fucked like this in a public bathroom, he spat across his boyfriend's face, his spittle lashing across the bridge of his nose.
 
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