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Shoto smiled softly at the other man. "Why are you pouting?" Because he knew it nothing to do with his blowjob skills, nothing to do with the orgasm Katsuki had just had. Maybe he wanted sleep - but Shoto had a feeling he really didn't mind being woken the way he had.

"I could," he says, because he's hard and there's no hiding that, but he's not really interested in his own dick at the minute. Maybe he should be, maybe it would help him sleep. But his mind is on other things now.

"Just ..." he says softly, "let me touch you."
 
Katsuki had never really just... lied there while Shoto touched him. Hell, even the blowjobs he got were rushed and quick because the blond couldn't sit still that long to give Shoto the precious time.

So while he was at a loss for what to do, Katsuki was also blushing a little because that meant Shoto really had all the time in the world to touch and take in every detail of his body. Muscles that weren't quite developed yet. Little nicks and scars. Small imperfections he might have missed whenever they were fucking with wild abandon. They were all laid out under a loving, meticulous eye now.

He leaned back a little, onto his elbows, and reached out to bring Shoto into a kiss. "Because it's weird," he mumbled. "You just want to touch me?"
 
Shoto went into the kiss easily - he'd never deny Katsuki one, never wanted to, never could - but he nipped lightly at that lower lip when they broke. "It's not weird," he mumbled back. Maybe it was. "I just wanna ... love you."

They'd made love, once. The most he'd ever gotten Katsuki to slow down. The most he'd ever not lost his patience and started begging. But he still hadn't gotten this.

He brings a hand up to tilt his fiancé's head back, then draws his fingers lightly down the cords of his neck before leaning forward to drop kisses there.

"Katsuki," he says, "let me worship you."
 
Katsuki was thankful it was still dark out because it hid the blush creeping across his cheeks when Shoto put it like that. Worship. He'd never really sat back and let Shoto contour his body with kisses, or lavish every part of him with his lips. It sounded nice, even in theory. He couldn't even imagine what practice felt like.

"Fuck," he whispered out as he tilted back his head, and Shoto's lips pressed to his sensitive neck. He was already so wound-up that his dick started twitching again.

"Keep doing that," he mumbled.
 
"Happily," Shoto mumbled. He used his teeth to trace Katsuki's collarbones, then pressed his tongue into the dips of his throat.

He settled himself where he could easily reach the expanse of Katsuki's chest. He touches first, panes of muscles and the curve of his pecks, around nipples and tracing scars. He knows the story behind most of them, training and battles, can remember when he got them, but there's also childhood reminders he doesn't know as well. He chases all of these with his tongue.

Katsuki's arms, strong biceps and forearms and rough palms. Arms that can hold him up when they fuck, that can fight off the world and it's villains, that can hold him close when they sleep. He kissed the tip of each finger tip, each knuckle, sucks over his wrists, rubs his cheek over fine blonde arm hair. He runs the tip of his nose around the shell of Katsuki's ears, left then right, and sucks the lobes into his mouth. Whispers I love you quietly, like it's a secret.
 
The worship was surprisingly less sexual and more... Katsuki wasn't entirely sure what it was, just that it made him feel vulnerable. He was used to guys and girls fawning over the one part of him that mattered to them, his cock, but to have everywhere else kissed and paid attention to was strange to the blond, who squirmed a bit as Shoto's breath brushed over the shell of his ear.

He was confused, stuck in a weird headspace between wanting to melt and wanting to fuck Shoto's brains out. His body felt like he needed to reciprocate, his dick twitching in confusion and anticipation.

"This..." he mumbled, grunting like he was annoyed, even if it was just a futile attempt to shrug off his embarrassment. "This is weird."
 
"I can stop," Shoto offers, nuzzling his face into his fiancé's neck. He doesn't want to. He rubs his fingers through Katsuki's hair, sighs softly. He wants to touch more. Wants to love on him. Wants to get his mouth on parts of him he's usually not given the time for.

He rests a hand on Katsuki's chest, dragging it down to his hips, touch icy cool. He wants to cover every inch of him, then maybe suck him off again. There's cum on his face still - dry now, but there, as a reminder that this had started as sex and could easily go back.
 
"I didn't say to stop," Katsuki huffed, though his breath hitched in his chest as he felt that icy touch cool his torso, all the way down to his hips. Goosebumps raised on his skin and he felt vulnerable all over, like it was possible to feel even more naked even when he was fully in the nude. "Just that it's fucking weird."

Shoto was kissing all over his physical insecurities. His narrow hips, even that fuzzy tuft of hair that grew down his belly... He'd never really liked those things about himself but Shoto's lips convinced him otherwise.

Shoto looked good basked in moonlight, kissing down his body like that. "Can't you worship my mouth or something?" he complained just to be difficult. "Getting bored up here."
 
Shoto chuckled softly and lifted himself up again. "Even sleepy you just can't be still can you."

This was why Katsuki was the top. Well, ignoring Shoto's obvious cockslut tendencies, and the fact that he could likely never talk the other male into letting him put anything up his ass.

He kissed along Katsuki's jawline, then both cheeks, before he gave in and kissed him. Actually kissed him. Tongue down his throat, filthy kissing. The kind that made his cock leak.
 
"I can fucking be still," Katsuki quipped back, grumbling until Shoto's lips were on his and he forgot what he was gonna say. He slipped his large hands around and grabbed his boyfriend's ass, sitting with his back against the wall, just making out.

They really needed to make out more often. Especially in public. Katsuki thought there was nothing hotter than just pushing Shoto against the wall and putting on a show, get everyone's heads turning.

"I wanna put it inside," he mumbled, like for once he was asking for permission. "I'll go slow. Make you feel good." He kissed along the sharp line of Shoto's jaw, thumbs slowly moving over his nipples. "How do you like being fucked?" He'd never really asked, not so casually like this anyway.
 
Shoto smiled against Katsuki's lips and nodded slowly. He wasn't about to turn that down, especially with the way his body responded to the touch over his nipples. He'd always been sensitive there.

"How do I like being fucked? Any way you want to fuck me," he answers, and even though it's honest, he's working on being more direct. So, moving his lips over his fiancé's neck again, he says, "I like it when you do me hard, when you make me forget my own damn name. I like it when you make me cry, make me scream. I like it when you stretch me so much over your dick I don't think I'll ever go back to normal. I like when you slam it down my throat." He switches to the other side, and lowers his voice. "But I also like it when you go so slow all I'm aware of is how much you're all over me, inside of me, filling me up, claiming me as yours. How you know me in ways no one else ever will. When you make me cum like it's a prayer."
 
He pressed his lips to Shoto's nipples next, taking one into his mouth to suckle on like there was something to draw out of it, and when he popped off, the flesh was pink with pressure. His tongue flicked over it a couple times before swirling slowly around the dusky-colored flesh.

"You're seriously," he huffed in disbelief how filthy of a mouth Shoto had on him now. "Fuck, let me just make you feel good." He laid Shoto across the futons, slid next to him, his fingers slipping into his own mouth to lather in spit.

Then, he traced them gently across his inner thighs, teasing Shoto with that same cooling touch his boyfriend used on him. He leaned over to kiss him, and pressed two fingers to Shoto's winking hole, slipping one into the pucker gently, the other fingerpad rubbing the rim.

"You're such a good boy," he grinned as he kissed along his ear. "Always taking my cock, you deserve to just lie back and enjoy this too."
 
Chucking softly, Shoto nodded and let himself be laid out. Watching Katsuki suck on his fingers sent an excited thrill through him, and he decided that yeah, okay, maybe he did wanna cum. When those fingers tease his inner thighs his legs fall open, and he moaned into their kiss when they pushed into him.

He was still a little sore from how hard they'd fucked earlier that day, but that also made him easy to open up.

"You just can't handle the attention." But he's melting into the bed, head tilting back, sighing softly.
 
"Shut up," he huffed, nibbling on his lover's ear as he wiggled a finger deep inside his heat. How it was possible for Shoto to fucking turn him on just by squeezing around his finger was beyond him.

He kissed along Shoto's shoulder, then his collarbone, up his neck to his jaw. "Nothing feels better than being inside you," he mumbled. "Fuck, the sounds you make, the way you look, your ass just clenches around me just right." He was gentle, pushing and pulling against those soft walls that were tender from how he'd fucked him.
 
Katsuki quickly turned him into a mess of rolling hips and soft sighs, his entire body reacting to him like it was fucking trained to. The words only helped melt him more, and he smiled as he threw his arms over his head, stretching out.

"Because my ass was made for your cock," he decides. He's not sure when he got this mouth on him. Had it always been there and he'd just never felt confident enough to use it?
 
This time around, Shoto looked blissed out like he was enjoying a massage rather than his fingers nudging into his ass. After fingering him, Katsuki made a show of slipping his fingers out and sliding his tongue between his parted digits that had just been in Shoto's ass. Fuck, he tasted good, and there was that slight note of saltiness from his cum that had been left in him that morning.

Then, he kissed him, all tongue and heavy breaths, and parted just briefly to take out the lube from the drawer. "You want it slow or fast?" he asked, slicking up his cock in lube and gently pressing the cock-head to his hole once he was between his legs.
 
Katsuki putting his fingers in his mouth never failed to turn Shoto on - the sight was sexy on its own, but it always meant he was about to get something good. He responded to the kiss like he did all of them - hungry and passion and.

He got more comfortable while Katsuki got the lube, laying with his legs open and ready, cock hard and resting on his abdomen. "Slow," he requested, rolling his hips down, so ready for his fiancé to be in him. "You wrecked me earlier."
 
Katsuki moved between Shoto's legs and rested his hands on his hips, taking the time to stroke along his thighs. He was beautiful, basked in moonlight with his pecs squeezed up, arms splayed above his head. The light contoured him just right, all the well-defined muscles, his boyish slimness, and he was all Katsuki's to ravish.

He tried the best he could to nudge himself in slowly, large hands squeezing Shoto's hips as he sunk into his heat slow. That tightness was practically visceral around his cock. He groaned, pushing himself to the meaty hilt before he dragged himself out lazily, bringing his lubed-up hand to stroke Shoto's cock, give it the loving attention it normally didn't get. His eyes were on Shoto, his thumb on his lover's cock-head, and it was a process just to work him up slowly.

"Fuck, you really make it hard to go slow," he swore out, bottoming out completely, and letting go of Shoto's cock to watch it slap against his stomach again.
 
Shoto kept his eyes on Katsuki, half lidded and dark with arousal as they were, he wanted to watch. He usually got so overwhelmed he had to close his eyes, but this time he wanted to see Katsuki's face as he pushed into him, how the muscles in his abdomen worked to hold him back.

He wasn't expecting the attention to his cock, and it made his breath catch when his fiancé's hand wrapped around it. He'd been hard for so long already he was surprised he didn't shoot. He lifted his hips when Katsuki bottomed out again, like he could pull him in even deeper. "Give me a minute," he muttered, "and you can fuck me any way you want to."
 
Katsuki's hands were on Shoto's hips, pulling him down, seating him on his thick cock. The blond winced as he felt his lover's heat swallow him up whole, that heat wrapping snugly around the entirety of his meat and pressing against his balls. Fuck, he was so deep inside that he could almost feel Shoto's pulse against his dick.

"My dick's like, right here, huh?" he grinned, tracing over the skin where his cock should be inside Shoto just above his fiancè's crotch. He applied pressure there with his thumb and surely enough he felt a very slight jostle against his cockhead.

"Yeah, that's it," he encouraged his lover when he felt his muscles relax, his thumbs massaging along Shoto's inner thighs. They slipped down, parting the bottom of his ass cheeks a little more to watch how Shoto's hole hungrily pulsed around his dick. He spat onto Shoto's taint, watching the wad of spit ooze down to his hole, getting caught by his dick stuffed into it.
 
"Yeah," Shoto whispered, almost slurred, as Katsuki pressed against his lower stomach, putting pressure on where his cock was inside of him. It gave him that full feeling he was always chasing. Like there was no room inside of him, just Katsuki, filling him up. He let out a long sigh as he felt himself adjust, warm and aroused. The touch along his inner thighs felt amazing, and he moaned as he watched spit disappear between his legs.

With an experimental wiggle to make sure nothing hurt, Shoto nodded and stretched himself out some more. "Okay," he said. "I'm good. You can let go now."
 
When Shoto gave him permission to let go, Katsuki brought his lover's legs over his shoulders, and folded him over with a grin on his lips. With his hands on the futon on either side of Shoto's head, he had his fiancè's cock angled so if Shoto came, he'd do so all over his own face.

His cock drove in ridiculously deep at this angle, and Katsuki kept his pace hard but slow, giving Shoto all his inches on its way in and only pulling out halfway.

He was focused on Shoto's pleasure, but damn did it feel really good for him too, the angle making his dick curve into his bitch deep.
 
He'd definitely underestimated how sensitive he was because the moment Katsuki dove into him he let out a scream. His legs locked around his lovers neck, his back arching, the slow, hard thrusts rocking his body each time.

Fingers twisting into their sheets, cock bouncing, he went stupid fast. Each time Katsuki pulled back just far enough for the thicker part of him to catch on his sensitive rim before he drove back in and made Shoto moan and squirm. He couldn't keep his eyes open through this, screwing them shut while he bounced like a whore.
 
He recognized that cock-stupid look on Shoto's face and felt the way his hole just gave up and took his cock in, over and over. "Yeah, good boy," he smirked, grabbing Shoto's throat. His sweat dripped onto his lover with every deep thrust and slow jostle.

"You just keep that fucking hole open, take my cock like a good bitch." If he didn't open, Katsuki would just force it to, stretching it wide over his thick girth.

"Look at me," he ordered. "Look at me when I cum in you." He slammed in a few more times and came in deep, his cock jamming inside and his balls draining inside, the cum flowing even deeper into Shoto by how his ass was held up. Katsuki groaned deeply, his abs clenching, and his hips rolling in slow circles to really wiggle himself inside.

He came a fucking load, his cock still twitching inside Shoto, spurting heavy rope after rope of thick cum inside that Shoto was sure to feel shooting into his gut.
 
The good boy made his ass clench, the hand on his throat made his cock twitch, but it was Katsuki ordering him to look at him, to watch as he filled him up, that sent Shoto over the edge.

He was in so fucking deep Shoto thought he could almost taste it. It took him a while to realize that was his own cum though, that his orgasm had hit him by surprise, painting his face while his lover filled him up. Fucking hell, he loved this. He loved this so much. He was sure he was mumbling nonsense, swears and Katsuki's name, as he came down.
 
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