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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

Katsuki snorted, a lopsided grin appearing on his face. "Yeah? You didn't tell yours, either!" Well, to be fair, at least Shoto had taken them to meet his mother and Endeavor had more or less found out in the worst possible way...

"Tch, I'll just tell her... later," he said. He hadn't really set time apart for them to go, but now that he'd just gotten engaged, it was best to tell his mother before she actually murdered him for not telling her sooner.

"You wanna go tomorrow?" he asked casually.
 
"Later," Shoto repeats, amused, but as Katsuki decides on tomorrow, he nods. Katsuki had said before that he didn't expect it to go poorly, so without the fear of another Endeavor level explosion, there's nothing to stop him. His engagement high is making him feel pretty invincible, all around.

"Tomorrow works," he agrees; and the walk back to their dorm is nice. It's quiet when they let themselves back in, most people already asleep, and the rowdy group left back at the beach.

The first thing he does is take his phone out, snap a picture of his left hand, and send it to his brother. There's a quick response of 'congrats dude', and he tells him not to tell their mother before he gets a chance to.
 
Katsuki didn't really find a need to show off his ring. The people that somewhat mattered already knew anyway and the band was simple enough that it could be mistaken for an accessory. It would take time for the nosy bastards like Mineta to notice that both he and Shoto had the same rings on, then he might make a big stink about how gays couldn't get married.

Once they got home, Katsuki ran the shower, washed all the sand and sweat off his body with Shoto, and got into bed. He'd been sleeping later in general because of Shoto but when left to his own devices he usually slept really early, around ten in the evening. Nine somedays he didn't have anything else to do.

While he was lying on his back, he texted his mom saying he'll be stopping by tomorrow with a surprise, and warning her not to lose her shit.

Then, he glanced over. "You know, when we get... married or whatever, where do you want the honeymoon?"
 
Their nightly routine was likely one of his favorite parts of the day. Taking things slow, showering together, sharing lazy kisses before sliding into bed.

Mina was drunk texting him, already planning their wedding. He humored her mostly, but she did have some good ideas.

"Oh, um," he hadn't thought about the honeymoon much, aside from looking forward to having Katsuki all to himself. It wasn't like he had to share often, but their weeks over Christmas break had been the best in his life, and he was constantly trying to recreate it. "I don't know, I haven't been out of Japan unless it was for school so ... anywhere, really."
 
Katsuki snorted at Shoto's lack of an answer. Of course he should have thought twice about asking Shoto where to go. The guy hardly did things out of pleasure, and he was pretty sure the only definite things he really liked in this world were Katsuki and soba. Katsuki wasn't sure Shoto had even been allowed to dream of things, or think about travel outside of Japan.

"We don't have to go outside of Japan," he said, resting his hands behind his head, his upper half propped up a little by the blankets he'd mounded into a little stack. "You ever been to Hokkaido?" Hokkaido was a more student budget friendly option than, say, somewhere overseas.

Katsuki snatched Shoto's phone out of his hands just to be a dick about it, and boredly scrolled through his messages, like he was almost wishing he'd find someone hitting on him in his DMs.
 
Shoto shook his head and turned on his side to watch Katsuki scroll through his phone. There was nothing interesting there: a few, stilted texts with his brother, a lot of texts from Mina - most unanswered, though that never seemed to discourage her. The most embarrassing thing Katsuki could come across was a picture of himself, sent from Denki, with the pure purpose of making Shoto blush in class. He hadn't answered that either, which lead to several follow up texts trying to get a rise out of him.

"I'm fine with anywhere, honestly. We don't have to do much. Besides each other." Though, he'd be lying if the idea of a vacation didn't sound nice.
 
Katsuki was disappointingly bored with the lack of content he found on Shoto's phone, but at least he fished a picture out of it. He sent the photo of Shoto that Denki sent him to his own number and tossed his phone carelessly to Shoto again, it landing safe on the futons.

"If all we're gonna do is fuck, we might as well stay home," he snorted. Too tired to stay up any longer, Katsuki pulled Shoto close by the nape of his neck, kissed him good night, and attempted to sleep, his body warm and loose from their night out at the beach.

It was quiet, only the fan humming as it blew a breeze through the dorm, the television kept on to a low volume since Katsuki liked the white noise, even if he didn't watch television much.
 
He couldn't sleep. He wasn't sure why, he'd had a long enough day he should be tired. It wasn't quite excitement that was keeping him up either, although he had plenty to be excited about.

An orgasm would probably help. Loosen his body up, tire his mind out. But the idea of jerking himself off was lack luster.

Rolling to face his boyfriend. He leaned in and whispered, "Katsu", but the other man didn't wake. He huffed, rested his head on his chest, and tried to watch what was on the television.

Boring.

He let his hand drift over Katsuki's bare chest, down his abdomen, fingers brushing through corse hair before trailing them over hip bones. They were rarely ever slow enough to just touch like this, so he takes a moment to enjoy it, before slipping his hand under the waistband of his boyfriends sweats. There's no underwear to fuss with, so he wraps his warm hand around a soft cock and his mouth waters.
 
The thing was, Katsuki had been having a rather pleasant dream of becoming a pro hero, getting to demolish every villain on the streets, up until the fantasy took a weird turn and instead went straight down the gutter. As he felt Shoto's hand around his cock, it twitched in interest, swelling slowly in his hand though he was fast asleep.

Katsuki was knocked out though, mumbling something about Shoto before his arms went up, sprawled above his head. It didn't take long for his erection to wake, and his hand to reach down and itch his belly and the happy trail there.
 
Shoto glanced up when Katsuki moved, maybe a little excitedly, but he was still out like a light. Was it fair of him, to be groping his boyfriend like this? When he was asleep? He figured the ring on his finger gave him consent.

So he slid himself down and easily pulled sweats over his boyfriends balls, letting his fingers trail along the long, hard length of his cock. His mouth watered again, and he gave into his desire to lean forward and draw his tongue flatly from base to tip. They were usually so horny for each other they didn't slow down, and Shoto never felt like he got to worship Katsuki's cock the way he wanted.
 
When Shoto's tongue dragged up his cock, it seemed Katsuki could feel it even in his sleep, as his breath hitched and he half-mumbled between other rambles. His hips, reacting purely on instinct, rolled towards that wonderful sensation, but it was followed by a quiet snore, and a grumble of Shoto's name.

His dick was leaking though, a dribble of pre oozing out of the slit and running down the now fully-engorged shaft.
 
It sent a thrill through him to hear his name fall from Katsuki's lips. To know that, even in his sleep, Shoto was the one he was thinking about. He'd always been the one, and he was starting to understand that.

It probably shouldn't make him as horny as it did, but he leaned forward and took the tip of his boyfriends cock into his mouth, tonguing the beads of cum off the slit. God, he tasted good. How did he always taste so good? He closed his eyes and just let himself enjoy it,
 
Finally, when that sinfully warm mouth closed over the head of his cock, Katsuki moaned in his sleep, and a second later, opened his eyes. It was like he was still dreaming, lucid and groggy, but he glanced down at Shoto mouthing at his dick and chuckled in his deep, sleep-heavy voice.

"Slut," he mumbled under his breath, too sleepy to do much else but lie there, just enjoying the slow and gentle blowjob.

He slid a hand down his abdomen, ring glinting in the moonlight. "Couldn't just wake me up?" he asked with a slight smirk on his lips, letting Shoto enjoy it as his dick leaked out another small bead of pre, like a treat.
 
The chuckle let him know Katsuki was awake, but it was the slut that made him look up. Just mismatched eyes through white hair.

He popped off the top slowly. "Tried, wasn't working," he says, though it wasn't like he had tried very hard. He leaned forward to slowly lick another drip of precum away. He'd never let it go to waste. "Besides, this is working out fine for me."

But, with Katsuki awake, he could shift his way between his legs and get more comfortable, so he didn't have to lean as awkwardly to get that warm, hard cock down his throat. He moaned as he went down again, eyes fluttering closed.
 
Fuck, he's never get over how sinful Shoto looked with his mouth on his cock like that. He was sure others definitely thought of his boyfriend between their own legs, boys and girls alike, but he was the one to really enjoy it.

The pleasure was building slowly, and it plateaued at some point, like it was constantly staying warm, and blissful, just always on the edge of an orgasm and losing it altogether. Shoto was good at what he did, like he knew his way around Katsuki's cock now. He wove his fingers into his boyfriend's hair and the touch was gentle and weak.

When he met Shoto's gaze, he knew this was as much for Shoto as it was for him and fuck was that hot. The fact Shoto had decided to suck his cock while Katsuki wasn't even awake to enjoy it meant the slut had just been craving cock like a sweet tooth craved midnight snacks.

"Gonna suck my cock all night?" he mumbled, grazing his fingers down Shoto's ear.
 
Shoto tilted his head into the touch, closed his eyes again and hummed happily around the cock in his mouth. With Katsuki tired like this, he could take his time. Sink down low, pull back slow. Drag his mouth from base to tip, nose around tight balls, trace angry veins with the tip of his tongue.

Pulling away, he kisses at the tip. "When we were younger," he says softly, "before you ever got your hands on me, I used to dream about what you'd be like naked. How your skin would feel under my hands. How you would taste. How heavy your cock would be in my mouth. It was never as good as the real thing."
 
At Shoto's filthy, but honest words, his cock drooled onto his lover's eager tongue. He was practically oozing as much pre as he would when he'd cum, and it was all because of the slow way he was mouthing his cock like it was a popsicle to be savored.

"Yeah?" he slurred. "You're fucking dirty, babe. You thought about sucking my cock before you ever tasted dick," he hummed. He swept Shoto's fringe out of the way and combed it back, keeping it bunched in his grip when he held his head. "Fuck... worship that dick..." he muttered. "Taste every inch, smell it, damn better show me how much you appreciate it making you feel good." Every inch of him, especially that knot-like thickness in the middle, fucked Shoto stupid every time, after all.
 
"I did," he admits softly. "I never wanted to taste dick as badly as I wanted to taste yours." He did as he was told. Licked and sucked like it was the last time he'd ever get Katsuki like this. Lazy and leaking. He'd watch beads of pre roll down his shaft and follow their trail back up. He locks his mouth over the thick middle and sucks before he presses his nose into balls and breathes deep.

"Fuck,"he mutters "is this what you feel like before you eat me out? Kind of ... drunk on it?"
 
Katsuki had never really felt this kind of constant pleasure before. It was like he was stuck, not quite there to cumming but still painfully hard. Whenever that heat was dying down, Shoto expertly brought him back to that edge again.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "I could eat you out for hours." He'd never really thought about stuffing his face in a guy's ass before, not until he'd watched it in a porno and then wondered what Shoto would taste like.

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch a little better. "Gonna be riding this one dick for the rest of your life now," he teased.
 
"Yeah," Shoto parrots. "Pretty sure I could suck you for hours."

The tease just makes him grin. He didn't have any complaints. Katsuki was well endowed, not big enough to be scary, but big enough to hit his possible side kick, and Katsuki was plenty good enough with it to keep him satisfied.

"Wanna try something," he mumbles, licks his lip, and focuses. He wraps a hand around the base of his boyfriends cock to keep it steady, and breathes out a cold breath across the tip. Then he leans forward, and seals his mouth over it, decidedly much warmer than it normally is.
 
When Shoto blew a cold breath over the tip of his dick, he tensed for a moment, grunting under his breath as the sensation took him by surprise. His balls drew up, naturally shocked by the cold, and unclenched when Shoto took him into his mouth again. "Fuck," he hissed, his toes curling as he watched his fiancè toy with his cock.

"Do that again," he mumbled under his breath, his eyes blown with lust. His dick was practically red now, the veins thick and prominent along the hard shaft. He was just one trick away from cumming.
 
Shoto drew back and smirked. He'd hoped that Katsuki would like that. He'd been practicing quite a bit, so he wouldn't accidentally freeze his dick off. The reaction he gets goes straight to his own cock. He loves when Katsuki's eyes go dark like that.

He does it again, but this time he trails his open mouth all along the shaft, cold breath followed by a heat warmed tongue that chases the path he made. He's having a damn good time, but he knows he can't do it forever, Katsuki will eventually cum.
 
His fingers tightened in his lover's hair and his spine arched off the sheets, breaths going haggard and deep in his chest. The constant switch between cold and hot was making his brain go fuzzy and his cock twitch in excitement.

A few more minutes of this and Katsuki felt that heat coiling in his gut, his words stuttering in his throat. "Fuck..." he whispered out, and without much warning but the spasm of his dick, his orgasm came in waves, the first spurt streaking across Shoto's face, the rest drooling down his cock and over Shoto's hand. "Baby," he panted out.
 
Shoto hummed softly, he loved being called baby. Loved the way it sounded rolling off Katsuki's lips all breathy like that. He pulled his hand away so he could lap at cum, seal his lips around the tip, suck it off of him. Then he sat up, ass resting on his calves, and brought his hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean while he looked down at his fiancé.

His. From his sharp mind to his rough hands, from the love no one knew he had to the possessive way he kissed, each muscle and each curve, thick cock and strong shoulders and his.

He wondered if cum drunk was a thing. He dropped himself back down to let his tongue into the dip of v cut muscles. He just wanted to touch. Just wanted all of him.
 
Katsuki felt boneless and sleepy, like he could just fall asleep like this with his cock wilting in Shoto's hand. He'd always been kind of self-conscious about letting Shoto see him soft, but now it was normal, the way they unwound after sex.

He just stared at Shoto's face, at the streaks of pearly cum that still decorated his features, and smiled in silent accomplishment at it. Then, with a soft groan, he sat up, pulling Shoto between his legs. His back was hunched over cutely and a little pout was on his face, his voice still deep with sleepiness. "You don't wanna cum?" he asked, his rough hands on his boyfriend's thighs, stroking him gently there.

The moment was intimate and tender, like Katsuki was just asking him what he wanted to eat for dinner, or something.
 
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