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He wasn't sure if it was the way Katsuki called him a slut or the way that he was already hard that made Shoto's dick twitch, but it gave him away either way. He was enjoying this.

Something snaps between them, something that makes Shoto want a flat surface so he can press his face down and his ass up and beg. As it is, silicone is shoved into his mouth and he doesn't even think twice about sucking, both arms wrapped around his legs to keep them up, unable to push back even if he wanted to. He can taste Katsuki's cum and he's determined not to waste a drop.

He's thankful for it when Katsuki slams inside of him, because he's thicker than the toy was, and even stretched and slick it's a tight fit that makes him almost scream. Probably would have, had nothing been there to muffle him.

Katsuki taking one of his legs frees a hand but all he does is drop it to hang onto the edge of the counter, body jostling with the force of Katsuki's thrusts, wet dick leaving droplets behind on his already ruined shirt where it bounces.

He whines when his boyfriend grabs his throat and forces his eyes open - he hadn't even realized he'd closed them. Spit lands across his face and his back arches and his dick leaks and the toy in his mouth keeps him from saying anything but the look in his eyes is utterly wrecked.
 
The next few moments were just Kstsuki pounding Shoto hard, bruising his boyfriend's guts like he wanted to wreck him. His grip around Shoto's throat remained tight, and his red gaze met his boyfriend's, watching that pretty face twist in pleasure.

"Yeah, good boy," he whispered, grabbing Shoto's throat and pulling him closer by it to lick a sinister, wet stripe up Shoto's cheek. It was fucking filthy of him to do so like some damn animal, but he was feeling unhinged.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered under his breath as his cock bottomed out, his balls pressing flat against Shoto's rim.
 
He could feel himself go stupid with pleasure, but it was different than it normally was. More present. They've never fucked like this and his body feels on fire from it. The sound he makes when Katsuki licks up the side of his face, holding his throat the way he is, isn't something he's familiar with.

He's so impossibly full and they sound so fucking filthy together and he can't really breathe which is making his mind go fuzzy and sensitive and when Katsuki bottoms out in him he lets go of the counter just in time to jerk his shirt up before he cums all over himself.

He didn't even feel it coming, there was no build up or warning, just an explosion that makes his heel press into his boyfriends shoulder blades and his back arch and his eyes roll back in his head.
 
He pushed Shoto's leg off his shoulder to spread them wide apart, and grabbed a fistful of Shoto's hair to jerk his head forward uncomfortably, so his boyfriend could better see where their bodies met intimately, see where his thick meat was spearing him open, again and again.

When Shoto came, he muttered under his breath, groaning as he felt his lover's ass squeeze and convulse around his cock. "Fuck, that's right, cum around my cock, you slutty little bitch."

He shoved himself as deep as Shoto could take him and rutted in and out just an inch at a time, until the heavy fwop fwop fwop of his hips ceased with a final slam and he emptied his balls inside Shoto. Katsuki took the toy from Shoto's mouth, and grabbed his boyfriend's cock with the buzzing toy, overstimulating that poor dick as he flooded his insides with cum.

"Milk my cock," he smirked, breaths haggard as his cock twitched and pulsated inside Shoto. "Clench."
 
Shoto was sure he was never not going to love the feeling of Katsuki's cum flooding inside of him. He hadn't been sure about plugging his ass when his boyfriend had first mentioned the toy, but he was beginning to see the practicality of it. Being wet and ready at a drops notice? Amazing.

He wasn't ready for it to be ripped from his mouth, and shoved his fingers in its place to muffle the whoreish sounds he was making. His dick was spent and his ass was sore but Katsuki wasn't letting up on him. But he wasn't asking him to, either. Instead, despite being the quivering mess that he was, he clenched his ass just like he was requested.
 
Katsuki groaned as he felt Shoto clenching around him, and when he drew out, his cock twitching against his hole, he slowly slid the toy back into place to plug him up full of cum.

"Come on," he grumbled, twisting his fingers into his boyfriend's hair in an effort to jerk him off the sink counter and onto his knees. "Clean me off." His dick was slick and still wet with all the cum he'd fucked him through.
 
Falling onto his knees was something he was becoming far too used to, it didn't even hurt much anymore. Shoto licked his lips before he practically face planted himself on his boyfriends wet cock, wrapping his tongue around it like the slut he was.

He could taste more of himself than he liked, but he focuses on licking cum into his mouth, swallowing it down. He's a fucking mess, his chest is covered and his ass is full and his jeans are still stiff from earlier, but he'll be damned if Katsuki has even a drop left over.
 
Besides Shoto on his back, his legs spread and his hole winking for his cock to stuff it, this was undeniably his next favorite position. Katsuki slipped his fingers into his boyfriend's odd-colored hair and sighed as Shoto cleaned off every last drop and smear of cum from his half-hard cock.

Had they been at home, he would have flung Shoto onto another hard surface and fucked his face, too. Once Shoto was done, he cupped his boyfriend's face in both hands, and leaned down to press a kiss between his eyes, right over the bridge of his nose. "You look damn pretty like this," he said. "Let's go home." He'd run Shoto a nice bath, get him all cleaned up, and even cook him a warm dinner before they cuddled the evening away.

Aftercare, Katsuki had recently learned, was something he was coming to enjoy, too.
 
He was hazy and felt almost high by the time Katsuki cupped his face. He blinked at him slowly, the soft kiss to the bridge of his nose pulling him slowly from whatever state he went into whenever Katsuki fucked him crazy. The words make him blush, he wonders if they'll ever stop, but he nods and drags himself off the bathroom floor.

Fucking unsanitary, but he doesn't regret a thing. His knees are kind of sore and his ass aches but in a good way. He tugs his pants back into place with a grimace, reties the jacket around his waist, and doesn't really want to clean the spit across his face. It's dry anyway, so he doesn't bother, just runs his fingers through his hair.

"Is there any dignity saved walking out of here separately?" He asks. He has no idea how loud he was. Vaguely remembers muffling himself but isn't sure if it did any good.
 
"Dignity?" he chuckled at that. No way Shoto was going to have any left looking the way he did, with his face caked with spit and faint traces of cum, and his pants a mess underneath that jacket. "You look like you got gangbanged," and that was putting it nicely.

He walked out first, not minding the looks he seemed to be getting as he grabbed his cart from where it was parked again. He waited for Shoto to catch up, and then checked out their groceries.
 
"Well that's not a thought to put in my head," Shoto mumbled, but he was mostly joking. He'd learned the last time they'd decided to add someone to their sex life that he didn't like it as much as just letting Katsuki fuck him over.

He did end up splashing water over his face but it didn't save him one bit. He ignored anyone that seemed to know and shoved his bands in his pockets, eyes downcast, face hot and adrenaline spiked, as they checked out. He took his share of the groceries on their way back, and laughed at himself. "I'm a little fucked up," he decided.
 
"Yeah, you are," Katsuki snorted. "Remember the first time we fucked? You were just hiding your face in your hands, or in the pillow. Thought I was just fucking a sex doll." The memory was rather fond though, since it had been their first time regardless of blunders, and honestly, Shoto's virgin ass had felt better around his cock than anything he'd ever felt before.

As they were walking home, he bunched his fingers into his boyfriend's hair and turned his face his way to look over it, all the dried spit and cum on his pretty features. "Fuck," he grumbled. "I need to stop looking at you. You always make me so damn horny." It was a problem at this point. He just couldn't look at Shoto without imagining him bent in a number of ways, covered and glazed in cum, panting and moaning.
 
Shoto did remember their first time, he'd been so shy, so embarrassed, he'd almost backed out of it. But in true Katsuki fashion, he wasn't going to half ass anything, and he wasn't going to let Shoto either. It'd been good, as far as having no idea what they were doing went, but the less Shoto cared about making a fool of himself, the better it got.

He lets his head be jerked and grins at his boyfriend. His body is sore, but he kind of hopes as soon as they get home, he gets fucked again. "I think you just have a possession kink," he stated.

They were almost back to the dorm when he very literally nearly ran smack into Mina. She steadied him by the shoulders, but it didn't take her long to realize what she was looking at. They both went red and she flashed a look at Katsuki with a low whistle. "Damn Roki, he's giving it to you good."

Uraraka is with her, but didn't seem to understand, and Shoto was only mildly thankful for that as he side stepped them both, tugging on his boyfriend to follow.
 
Katsuki only sneered in response, looking both smug and proud of his handiwork. "He asked for it," he grinned, taking Shoto's hand, the other shoved deep into the pocket of his sweats. He didn't bother waving bye to the flustered girls, his attention fixed on his flustered boyfriend and the way he was walking a little bow-legged without realizing it.

"I don't have a possession kink," he muttered, though his hand squeezing Shoto's said differently. "I just have a you kink." He was sure he wouldn't have this kind of possessive streak with anyone else.

As they got inside, Katsuki ran the shower to wash up, waiting for the water to get warm while he set the groceries down. "You know what would be fun?" he grinned devilishly. "Inviting someone to watch," he tossed a tomato between his hands. "On our terms."
 
Shoto hummed at Katsuki's argument, convincing himself that at least if anyone he knew had to see him like this, it was Mina. She'd smirk at him for awhile, but it wouldn't be worse than that. Maybe he didn't mind if Katsuki had a him kink.

He washed his face off, which just made his skin more red, and shucked his ruined pants off before he went to help put away groceries. It didn't help his situation much - his ass was still filled with cum - but whatever, they were home.

Katsuki's words still him for a moment. He'd messed up big with Midoriya, but it had been a lack of communication between them more than anything. "Yeah?" He asked, voice going a little dry. "Like who?"
 
"I don't give a damn who," Katsuki said. "But not Deku." More than their last situation, Katsuki had just been annoyed that he'd been teaching Deku how to please a damn guy the whole time. "Just watching, though," he affirmed. "Like hell I'd let any other guy touch you."

So maybe he really had a Shoto kink. He moved up close to his boyfriend and hugged him around the waist, slipping a hand down his underpants to fuck him with the toy, get his cum sloshing around inside.

"You got someone in mind?" he asked, brow raised as he pressed a kiss to Shoto's lips. Katsuki just peeled himself away briefly to pull off his shirt, shaking his hair free.
 
Not Midoriya is fine by him too, they haven't really talked much since everything, and Shoto can't shake the feeling that he's hurt his friend more than he'd ever meant to. He'd hurt all of them, really. "Just watching," he agrees.

He smiled when Katsuki came to wrap his arms around him, but it quickly turned into a moan when his boyfriend reached his real target. For a moment he thought he was going to be sweet. But nope.

"It was your idea," he points out, running his hands up Katsuki's chest. Oddly, Shinso crossed his mind, if only because he wouldn't mind the little creep watching Katsuki fuck his brains out and know it wasn't going to be him, but that felt like the wrong way to go about this.
 
"You liked having two dicks in you last time," he pointed out with a tilt of his head. He pulled Shoto into the shower with him once the water was warm enough, and then slowly pulled the toy out, cleaning it off to place near the sink. He reached back and rubbed the pad of his finger slowly over Shoto's overworked hole as globs of cum leaked out of him.

As he pressed kisses to Shoto's neck and face, Katsuki couldn't help but ask. "You'd probably hate bringing another bottom in," he smirked. Somehow, even when they were talking about threesomes, it was just implied that the third person would be a top.

He wondered if Shoto would actually be down to bring another submissive in, or if he was more possessive than he let on.
 
Shoto couldn't lie and say he hadn't, they'd both been there, they both knew he had a thing for having his ass as full as possible.

The warm water felt amazing, and he leaned on the tile wall and let Katsuki take care of his overworked body, closing his eyes as the pad of his boyfriends finger rubbed at him.

"Well if there was another bottom then all the attention wouldn't be on me," he joked. "But does it matter, if it's just watching?"

He kind of thinks Katsuki is right though, he'd probably hate it. Someone else wanting his boyfriends attention didn't ... sit well.
 
Katsuki cleaned them both up as they washed under the shower of hot water. He'd needed it, since it had been pretty humid outside and his body was sore from the workout he'd done fucking Shoto twice in one day. He could definitely go many more times, but he had a feeling Shoto wanted to wind down, and be able to walk the next day.

"Tch," Katsuki snorted. "Bring me someone else prettier than you and I'll fucking kiss Deku's ass for the rest of my life." The day that actually happened was when the world would stop making sense, because Katsuki's standard of beauty started and ended with Shoto Todoroki.
 
Shoto wasn't sure when he'd started enjoying aftercare as much as sex, but he let himself be taken care of like he didn't know how to do it. The exhaustion was starting to hit him, his muscles were sore, his ass was mad at him.

Katsuki's words make him smile, and he shoots his boyfriend an accusing look. "You really fucking like my face, huh?" He'd never even noticed how many people did before Katsuki pointed it out. His self esteem had been non existent. He didn't think Katsuki complimenting him would ever not make his heart jump, but he was getting used to it to the point of acceptance.
 
"I like fucking it, too," Katsuki pointed out, casually spoken as well. The thing was that Katsuki had never been one for appearances to begin with. He'd never complimented anyone or was attracted to people by their looks. Shoto had been the first person he'd looked at one day and felt those palpitations of a fleeting crush. He'd never really looked at anyone else the same way.

He stared at Shoto's face as the suds rinsed from their bodies and then said. "I like your voice, too. The way you look when you're sleeping. How fucking clueless you are to things. How you aren't, in battle. How you take my temper," when he said those things out loud, it was easy to list more. "How you fucking suck at cooking but you try to do it anyways when I'm tired."
 
Shotos mouth went dry. Katsuki always did this to him. Switched the vibe of whatever they were talking about. Usually he'd say something sweet and follow it up with something filthy, but apparently it can go both ways.

He usually feels loved in this way that is constant. A comfortable knowledge, like going home at the end of a day. But sometimes, Katsuki catches him off guard like this. He snorted at the dig to his cooking and punched his boyfriends arm playfully, not wanting either of them to slip.

"I like your voice too," he admitted. He could easily get tired of people talking, it'd been hell in High School, but not Katsuki's. He'd always been fond of it. "I like how I can always find you because you'll start yelling eventually." It was a teasing dig, but it was also kind of true.
 
The funny thing was that Katsuki said these things like he was just reciting something he'd memorized. His expression didn't change, and there was the slightest glare in his eyes like he was insulting Shoto rather than saying the sweetest things to him. Maybe that was just how he dealt with feeling vulnerable. Put on a mean face and hope they got intimidated.

When Shoto punched his arm playfully, though, he took that as an instigating move, and locked Shoto into a playful headlock. "That's not true!" and there he was, proving Shoto's point by yelling at the top of his lungs.

They stumbled out of the shower like this, Katsuki giving Shoto a hard noogie. "It's damn hot," he huffed, pulling on a fresh pair of boxers and not bothering with any more layers. The only kind of day appropriate for cold soba, honestly.
 
Shoto laughed as Katsuki wrestled them both out of the shower, wiggling his way free and drying off. He put on clean boxers too, and when it didn't seem Katsuki was going to bother with more clothes, neither did he.

He came up behind his boyfriend to run his hand up his spine, drawing on his ice to leave a cooking touch behind. "I like how you do everything with all of you," he murmurs. "Being hero, being with me, being yourself ... you put everything you have into it, and I love that."
 
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