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"Hi love," Shoto greeted, like nothing was going on at all. He was halfway through Kaminari's snack bag at this point. He grinned when his friend flushed, but didn't help him out any.

"Hey, Katsu!" He called, knowing the dorm was small enough to be heard. "You and Kirishima talk about sex. Is he a top?"
 
Katsuki left the shower door open slightly all the time, now since it was a habit to leave it so Shoto could join him anytime. After a pause, he shouted from the bathroom. "How the hell should I know?!" he barked back. "If Sparky wants to know, just ask him your damn self!"

Denki snorted. "There's no way Kirishima hangs out with Bakugo that often and has bottom energy." He patted the top of his friend's head affectionately. "Anyways, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. Maybe if things go well we'll have a better double date or something! Thanks for the help!"

He left the snacks for Shoto and went on his way. Katsuki was blow-drying his hair in the bathroom, wearing just a towel around his waist, his skin a little flushed from his workout and the hot shower.
 
Shoto said his goodbyes, hoping things worked out. Kirishima would treat Kaminari better than Shinsou had, and since Katsuki and Kirishima actually got along, double dates would be more enjoyable.

He pried himself off the couch and went into the bathroom, sliding up against Katsuki's back and pressing his lips to the bare skin of his shoulders, hands on his hips, lazy. Touching for the sake of touching.

When the blow dryer turns off, he says, "Kaminari says you used to stare at me. Back in the day."
 
Katsuki grinned a little dumbly when Shoto came up behind him with that sleepy-dreamy face he loved so much. He'd recently started calling him Chipmunk, too, just because of that adorable baby face he still had. The grin was short-lived, however, as it disappeared as soon as Shoto mentioned a rather embarrassing truth.

He was going to kill that bastard. "So what?" he tried to recover from the embarrassment. "Not like it was illegal to look at you." He turned on the blow-dryer again, set it to cool, and blew it in Shoto's face over his shoulder. "Besides, you looked, too."
 
Shoto blew back, creating a small and short lived flurry of ice flakes. He was still smiling, and he nuzzled his face into Katsuki's neck.

"Made me feel nice," he says, trailing his fingers along the line of the towel hanging from his fiancé's waist. "And hell yeah I stared. A lot." Honestly, he was probably lucky that Katsuki hadn't taken it the wrong way and blown his face off. Maybe he'd just had enough 'please fuck me' energy to save himself.
 
When Shoto buried his face into his neck, that was Katsuki's cue to beam like an idiot, the expression awkward but genuine on his face. "Idiot," he mumbled, and reached back to ruffle Shoto's hair.

He hadn't bothered to shave that morning so his chin had a bit of a stubble that he smeared with some shaving cream to clean off. "I just stared because I caught you staring at me like a weirdo once, so I just wanted to catch you in the damn act," he half-lied. He'd caught Shoto staring one too many times and had really enjoyed seeing him get flustered from the eye contact.
 
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"Can't you just let me live in a world where you pined after me hopelessly?" Shoto asks teasingly. He knew Katsuki's excuse was at least somewhat true, because he remembered one too many times of red eyes suddenly flashing up to meet his, narrowed and ready to start something. Probably a fight, but he'd always hoped something hotter with less clothing.

"Kaminari asked Kirishima out," he says, and doesn't bother asking if Kirishima mentioned in, because Katsuki probably hadn't paid much attention if he had. "I hope it works out, that boy needs some dick." Which brings him around to why he's mentioning it in the first place. "He asked how I seduced you."
 
"About damn time," Katsuki snorted as he was washing shaving cream off his face. "That why Shitty Hair was acting dumb today?" That explained a lot. Kirishima had hardly been paying attention to spotting him and just daydreaming like some lovesick idiot. He'd even asked Katsuki about his domestic life with Shoto but Katsuki hadn't indulged him.

He grinned in the mirror, meeting Shoto's gaze in it. "Oh yeah? Did you tell him you just stared at me like a weirdo for a whole week until I asked you out?" It was a weird technique but it had worked. Though, their actual date had gone a little better, with Shoto making the first move kissing him until the two had ended up naked on their first date.

He leaned back to kiss Shoto's cheek once he was done cleaning up. "You look... cute today."
 
Shoto smiled at the idea of Kirishima acting dumb all day, that meant good things for his friend. Meeting red eyes in the mirror, he shrugs. "Can't say it didn't work." He didn't know where he'd gotten the nerve for that first kiss. Just that for the first time in his life he'd really wanted something, and he'd gone for it.

"I told him I just asked if you wanted to fuck." Which was mostly true. What he'd asked, between shared rough kisses and panting breaths, had been 'are you going to take me somewhere or not?'. It'd worked.

A blush crosses his face at being called cute, and he reaches a hand up to brush along the clean line of Katsuki's jaw.
 
Katsuki snorted at that. That came off a lot bolder than he remembered but it was cute Shoto wanted to make it seem like he'd asked that way.

He looked at them in the mirror as Shoto's pretty fingers glided across his jaw like that. They both looked fucking hot, like something out of a bestseller porno, with Katsuki's chest marked up with fading hickeys and scratches. Now most of the scars he bore were from Shoto, not from villains.

He snapped a quick picture of them, and showed Shoto it, then another selfie he'd taken in the bathroom alone. Recently, he'd gotten into social media, mostly to cultivate some fanbase before becoming a pro hero. "What do you think?" he grinned, showing him another one Kirishima had taken of him at the gym.
 
"I think you're fucking hot," Shoto mumbled, each photo proving that point more and more. He leaned forward to flick through the photos again. He didn't often appreciate the way he marked Katsuki up - he was too busy doing the marking to really notice how it looked.

"Hey," he said, and pressed open mouth kisses up his fiancé's neck. "Wanna fuck?"
 
Each of the pictures that were shirtless showed more and more of these marks, especially the one where he showed off his back and it was marked up with scratch lines going all the way down to his waist.

He was colored surprised when Shoto blatantly asked him to fuck. Damn, did that do things to him. Katsuki smirked and turned so he could pull his fiancè flush up and against his body. "Fuck yeah," he muttered.

He pulled Shoto into a heavy kiss, his hand tugging away the towel to palm slowly at his half-hard cock.
 
Shoto grinned when Katsuki pulled him close, leaning heavily into their kiss, and batted his hand away from Katsuki's cock so he could touch it himself. His free hand slid up his fiancé's bare chest, fingers pressing to marks he'd left behind and dragging down the marks.

"Damn, we have good sex, huh?" He asks softly, lips moving against Katsuki's as he worked his hardening length through his hand, circling the tip with his thumb. He'd been too shy to touch him like this the first time. Too shy to even really look at Katsuki's cock. Now, he knew it probably better than he knew his own.
 
Katsuki exhaled slowly, feeling his cock twitch when Shoto dragged his hand down his chest like that. He didn't know what it was about Shoto touching his chest that made him feel a certain way.

"You get me so fucking horny, so damn fast," Katsuki half-complained, rutting his cock obediently into Shoto's hand, wanting more and more friction. He reached back and smacked Shoto's ass, kneading that perky bottom in his large palms. "Know what I told Shitty Hair?" he growled against his ear, suckling a hickey against his fiancè's neck. "Told him I had to get home, 'cause you get grumpy without dick."

Fucking Shoto really was a second workout for Katsuki. Though, the effect went both ways because he was sure he mellowed out a lot with sex, too.
 
Shoto chuckled softly and couldn't even argue. He did get grumpy. And Kaminari had been there for hours, talking about sex. It hadn't been arousing then, but it was now.

He pushed at Katsuki just enough to get him against the wall, then leaned back and dropped to his knees. From there, he could trace those scratch marks with his tongue, and he did as many as he could reach before he leaned in and rubbed his face against Katsuki's cock.

"You're right," he says, "and you were gone an awfully long time."
 
He honestly loved it when he left Shoto home alone long enough for his lover to get pressed about it. He liked the nagging, the grumbling, and the neediness. Sometimes, he purposely came home late just so Shoto could jump him in bed when he finally did make it back.

Katsuki's lashes fell half-mast as he watched Shoto nuzzle against his hard cock. It was heavy and thick, swinging before it flopped against Shoto's cheek. He swept back his lover's hair to get a better view of that pretty face, keeping his locks pinned back with his fingers.

"If we weren't gonna be pro heroes, I'd definitely start an Only Fans," he grinned. That would be one way to rake in income.
 
Shoto snorted at the idea of starting an Only Fans. "Plan B?" he suggested, only half joking. "I bet Midnight has one."

He settled more comfortably on his knees and held katsuki's thick cock by the base before sealing his mouth over the middle part that tended to be bigger than the rest of it. He moaned immediately, he always loved having his lovers cock in his mouth. Was it possible he was getting more gay?

"We should take more pictures," he muttered, his fingers going for Katsuki's balls, to rub them gently. "Or videos. Just for us."
 
Katsuki leaned back to enjoy the show, and picked up his phone to record Shoto as he was mouthing around his cock-and-balls like that. "You like that part, huh?" he grinned as Shoto mouthed over the part that was thickest, almost like a knot. He'd always been kind of self-conscious about it until he realized it actually felt good for his partners.

He pulled Shoto's head forward, cramming his pretty face into his balls, so his nose stuffed into his barely trimmed bush of pubes. "Fuck..." he groaned out in pleasure, rolling his head back the harder he got. "If we got an Only Fans, there would just be a bunch of old perverts jacking off to you."

And a lot of cock-hungry sluts after him.
 
Shoto hummed an affirmative when Katsuki asked if he liked that thicker part - he always had, he liked the way it got caught at his rim and hit his prostate just right. But really, there wasn't any part of Katsuki's cock he didn't like.

He knew Katsuki would jerk him forward at some point, but he still moans when he ends up flush in his balls. His tongue seeks out skin to pleasure. He smells fresh from his shower, not that Shoto minds when he's all sweaty down here either - both tastes are good.

"And a lot of cocksluts shoving their fingers inside themselves for you," he mumbles, muffled from where his mouth is currently. His mismatched eyes flick up, aroused and amused.
 
Katsuki rolled his hips slowly, pressing his balls right against his lover's face, grinding his cock against his cheek. He was in that constant state of pleasure, made even more so by Shoto peeking up at him every now and then to give a glimpse of his stunning eyes.

"But you look the prettiest," he grinned. "Rather see you stuffing yourself full, thinking of my cock inside you." He watched Shoto mouth at his dick through the screen of his phone and sighed. "God, that fucking feels amazing." Shoto didn't even have his mouth around him yet and his cock was twitching excitedly, drooling and leaking pre down the shaft.
 
"I don't have to," Shoto mumbled, "I can have your cock inside me any time I want to."

As if to prove his point, he licked up the side of his lovers shaft, gathering up the droplets before sealing his mouth over the tip and bobbing his head. He was aware of the camera on him, and wanted to look good. Wanted to make this something good to watch later.
 
Katsuki hissed and rolled his head back as Shoto took his cock down his mouth. It always made his dick leak, getting blown like that, and the fact he had his phone going to capture it all made this much hotter. "Fuck, fuck..." he groaned out softly, rolling his hips in desperate need towards his lover's mouth, feeding his cock into him.

And just because he could, he tilted up Shoto's chin and spat into his mouth, before letting him suckle on his treat again. "You really love sucking cock, huh?" he smirked, sweeping Shoto's hair out of his face.
 
"I really love sucking *your* cock," Shoto mumbled, taking care not to swallow before taking the tip of his lovers cock into his mouth again, sucking just there, running his tongue over it. He was going to want to watch that video, want to see what he looked like.

He thought about sliding down lower, about setting a steady pace that would drive them both crazy, but he wondered how long it would take before Katsuki got impatient and shoved it down his throat.
 
"Damn right you do," Katsuki smirked toothily. Shoto probably knew his cock better than he did now because he certainly touched it more often than his own hand did. Knowing Shoto loved going slow and taking his time, he didn't force himself down his throat, just trying to keep himself from busting too soon.

With how good Shoto was at this, though, he had to stop and pull Shoto's head away by a fistful of his hair to edge himself. His cock, angry and stiff, twitched and drooled with spit. "You're gonna make me fuckin' bust too fast, damn," he huffed like he was scolding him, but let Shoto at his cock again.
 
Shoto grinned when Katsuki pulled him back, lips wet and shiny, eyes hazy with lust, looking up at his lover. "You say that like I wouldn't gladly hold your cock in my mouth until you got hard again."

When Katsuki loosens his grip though, he leans in again, lapping at the tip like it's a sweet. He'd gotten good at this through practice, maybe he was the right person to come to to learn good head. Katsuki certainly always seemed pleased.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he whispered, tone wrecked like he hadn't even meant to say it out loud, before deepthroating himself, keeping Katsuki in his throat while he hummed around him.
 
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