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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

"Yeah?" he whispered, voice deep with lust as he looked at his boyfriend enjoy his treat. He kept a hand wound in his hair but for once didn't make any aggressive moves to fuck his face. Shoto seemed to like taking his time so just this once, he wanted to let him indulge.

It was getting harder to stop himself from coming, though. His breath hitched in his throat as Shoto took him down unabashedly, huffing as that tongue slid along the underside of his sensitive cock. "Fuck, I wanna cum in you," he mumbled. Shoto had done the foreplay, he was moments from busting, now he wanted to show Shoto a good time.

He pulled him up, kissed his face, and bent him over the sink, pushing up one of his legs so his knee could rest on the counter, spreading that hole open even more. He had a good view of Shoto's face in the mirror in front of them as he spat onto his thumb and then rubbed it slowly along his pucker.
 
Well, Shoto wasn't about to say no to that. He went up willingly, and tried to find a comfortable way to hold onto the sink. He'd picked up yoga when they'd first started fucking so that Katsuki could bend him any way he wanted. It'd paid off.

He caught Katsuki's gaze in the mirror and held his breath as he watched him spit onto his thumb. His heart was beating with anticipation as Katsuki's hand lowered, and when he rubbed it against him, Shoto moaned wantingly. "Fuck, that feels good babe."
 
A thumb wasn't enough. Now that Shoto had sucked his cock good, Katsuki wanted a taste of that hole, because he could go for hours in it, too.

He kissed down the pebbles of Shoto's spine slowly, all the way down to his ass, and gently bit one perky cheek as his thumbs parted them. When he was on his knees, he licked a wet stripe up his fiancè's taint, tasting him, and digging his tongue gently into the rim. Fuck, he tasted good, so much that he groaned into him as he ate and ate, the slurping noises profoundly obscene.
 
He'd kind of expected Katsuki just to shove into him, he'd been so close to busting that it wouldn't have surprised him, so feeling kisses trial down his spine before that sinfully perfect tongue lapped at his entrance nearly made him pass out from how good it felt.

"Holy fuck," he whispered, a shudder racking through his body. He could go dick stupid easy, but this - this was an entirely different feeling. In moments he was a moaning mess, ass pushing back into Katsuki's face, dick leaking and needy.
 
He rested the phone on the ground to capture the way Shoto's dick was leaking as he shoved his face into his ass, licking and eating out his lover voraciously. He spread those cheeks wide with his thumbs to dig deeper, tongue pushing into that delicious heat that made his cock twitch as he thought about how it would feel around him, all loosened up and hungry for him.

"Fuck, baby, you taste amazing," he mumbled, spitting right onto that greedy pucker before he went at it again, taking his time to really indulge Shoto, his hand milking his cock downwards in a grip.
 
Shoto was panting, holding onto the counter tightly. If he looked up, he could see himself in the mirror. Face flushed, sweat starting to break out across his chest, hair messy from where Katsuki had pulled at it, eyes hazy.

No wonder Katsuki always thought he was so pretty. He looked like a whore. "Fuck," he whispered shakily when his lover went at him again, sloppy and wet and sounding like he was getting paid to do this. "Babe, you're gonna make me cum."
 
"Remember what I said?" he mumbled, licking a thick, wet stripe up his hole as he stood up and smacked that ass so hard it left a handprint. "You only cum around my cock." He twisted one hand into his hair and jerked it back so Shoto could see how he looked, what expressions he made, as Katsuki filled him slowly with his meat. He groaned, sinking deeper and deeper until he bottomed out.

He didn't move, but slapped his ass again, then again, making that cheek turn red against his palm. Then, he moved, and he was so close to cumming himself, though he was holding out for Shoto to first.
 
Shoto groaned, from the slap, from Katsuki's words, from both, he didn't know. It didn't matter. He didn't know how he kept his eyes open, where he found the confidence, but he watched the way he bit into his lower lip when Katsuki pushed into him. Until he got deep, and his eyes rolled back.

Each smack against his ass sends a thrill through him, but once Katsuki really starts moving, he knows he's not going to last. Curses fall from his mouth and he catches his lovers gaze in the mirror and that does it. He cums all over the counter, up his own abdomen, moaning Katsuki's name.
 
Katsuki's hands rested on Shoto's hips, working up a slow, but hard pace of slapping his waist against his lover's ass to feed him enough dick to cum around. When he felt those contractions, he groaned in ecstasy and worked himself up to his climax, leaning over and kissing the bend of Shoto's shoulder as he, too, spilled deep inside him. His balls pulled taut against his body as he bred him full, each spurt of cum thicker than the one before it.

He fucked him through the aftershocks, and in one pull, jerked out his cock to let the cum spill out, down Shoto's thighs in messy globs. He smirked, panting, and picked up his phone to take a close-up of that glistening creampie. "And that's how you make a slut happy," he grinned, shaking off the cum off his dick onto Shoto's ass.
 
"You're the worst," Shoto mumbled, but the hard way he was breathing, the blissed out expression on face, really didn't back up his words.

He put his leg back down and dropped his weight back against Katsuki's chest. His lover was right. He was happy. Well fucked and drippy and taken care of in that way only Katsuki knew how to do.

"Mm, I feel good," he muttered.
 
He stopped recording on his phone, left it on the sink, and grinned as he let Shoto fall against him. He also felt nice, his wet cock still rubbing against that perky ass, while his hand went around and wrapped around his lover's spent cock.

He rubbed him through his overstimulated state, maintaining a possessive grip on him while the other hand grabbed his throat from the front to kiss along his neck. "You should be thanking me," he grinned as he bit Shoto's ear. "I gave you cock when you wanted it."
 
Shoto always felt physically worthless when Katsuki touched him post orgasm like this. Like his lover could move him any which way he wanted and there was nothing he could do about it. Not that he wanted to. He likes the look of Katsuki's hand around his throat in the mirror, the possessiveness of it. Likes feeling owned.

"Mm," he murmurs softly, "thank you."
 
He reached behind Shoto's balls and swiped a bit of his cum that he'd splattered all over that cute pucker, and fed it to Shoto, pressing it down on his tongue. Then, his hand went to his lover's limp cock again and held it in his palm, the size of it fitting just right in its flaccid state. "Mine," he mumbled against the shell of his ear. "All fucking mine."

He let up just a bit to grab his phone, playing back the video he'd shot of Shoto sucking his dick. It was hot enough to be put up on a porn site for some big bucks, honestly. But Katsuki was far too possessive to share.

"Think an Only Fans would be obvious, because of your hair?" he teased.
 
Shoto happily opened his mouth when he realized what Katsuki was up to, and sucked on his fingers long after the cum was gone, until he'd licked away the taste of it too. "Yours," he agreed. Promised, maybe. At this point in his life he wore Katsuki on his skin, around his finger, maybe one day in his name. He belonged to him as much as he belonged to himself.

"and Kaminari said no one could look attractive sucking dick," he mused, maybe a little snug, as he watches himself. Katsuki's question makes him smile. "If not the hair, the scar covering half my face."
 
"You could wear a mask, I always see amateur videos like that," he admitted shamelessly. But even if they wore a mask like those anonymous porn stars did, Shoto's unique hair would give him away. Still, he could at least daydream about their risque life and having a fanbase.

"You happy?" he chuckled, reaching around to squish Shoto's chipmunk cheeks together, his chin hooking over his shoulder to admire how they looked in the mirror. They made a damn good-looking couple.
 
"Very," Shoto answered. It was a new thing for him, being happy. He narrowed his eyes slightly when Katsuki squished his cheeks together, but he wasn't really that annoyed. He was happy. Stupidly happy.

He twisted his face free so he could press a kiss to Katsuki's cheek before he pulled out of his arms and turned the shower back on. He was a mess, and even though his lover had just gotten out, he could probably use a rinse too.
 
Katsuki took a piss while Shoto was showering, not bothering to do more than rinse off his wet dick with a damp towel since he couldn't be bothered to shower again. Still, it was nice to watch his lover washing himself. Shoto had always looked so hot with damp hair framing his face nicely.

"You ever looked at me in the showers?" he asked. "In school. When we were showering after gym class. You ever peeked?" Katsuki definitely had stolen quite a couple glimpses of Shoto's ass, but he hadn't thought much about it then since he'd still been making sense of his sexuality and all.
 
Shoto blushed fiercely. He didn't want to answer, because it made him feel creepy. It's made him feel creepy even then, and he'd left gym plenty of times cursing himself out for his wandering eyes.

"Of fucking course I peeked," he finally says, resting his forehead against the tiles. "I was a horny teenager how could I not have peeked?"
 
The blond smirked triumphantly to himself. "Pervert," he said, as if he hadn't done the same. He'd done the same, too, and cursed himself out just the same for thinking of fucking Shoto against the shower walls, and trying to get rid of a boner in the privacy of his own stall.

"Who else?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. "Who else did you look at?"
 
Shoto weakly flipped him the bird and finished up his shower, flipping off the water and grabbing a towel as he stepped out.

"Kirishima, once," he admitted, "he's got nice muscles but - didn't really do it for me." He'd spent a good few times looking at Midoriya too, and felt even guiltier for that, because at least he and Katsuki hadn't really been friends, but he and Midoriya had. "Kaminari, to see if I was just into blondes. But no, it was you. Always has been you."
 
Of course he'd be the one to ask the question and then get seething jealous when Shoto answered it a little too brazenly for his liking? "Kirishima?!" he blurted out a little too loudly. "You didn't have any damn standards besides me."

He closed the gap between them, kissing along Shoto's neck possessively. "You know I thought of fucking you before I even knew where to put it?" he grinned. "Wanted to hear what sounds you made, see what you'd look like on your damn knees."
 
Shoto snorted at the way Katsuki blurted his own friends name, and tilted his head when possessive kisses claimed his neck. "Don't be jealous," he teases, but his lovers next words make him groan softly. Was he ever going to get used to Katsuki's dirty mouth?

"If only your past self knew you'd have me on my knees so often it doesn't even hurt anymore." He'd complain in the other days about wanting to kneel on pillows or softer floors. These days, he could drop to them right on tile and not even wince.
 
"I'm not damn jealous," he lied through his teeth, slipping his hand underneath Shoto's balls and slipping a finger inside him. He was ready to go again, addicted to the taste of how Shoto's skin was on his tongue as he kissed down his neck still damp from the shower. "Fuck, baby, I wanna bend you over and take you again."

How did Shoto expect him to keep himself controlled if he was talking like that? It was impossible.
 
Shoto moaned the second a finger slid into him. It hadn't been long enough for him to get tight again, so it was an easy entrance, and his cock responded happily.

"You say that like I'm going to tell you no or something," he mutters. "Take me wherever you want." And, for the most part, whenever. Shoto was pretty sure he could count on one hand the amount of times he'd actually said no, and it usually wasn't because he didn't want to, but because they were in a risky environment, or had an engagement coming up soon.
 
Katsuki grinned at that, and pulled Shoto to their futons, while he went into their bedroom to grab something that hadn't seen the light of day since its purchase. In his hand was the spreadbar, attached to it the fuzzy cuffs for his ankles.

He pushed Shoto onto all fours, spread his thighs apart a little, and strapped the cuffs on so they were now forced apart. "Fuck, that's hot," he mumbled to himself at the sight, and decided it wasn't enough. He fetched the soft shibari rope, and tied Shoto's hands behind his back using the same technique Shoto had used on him. He'd memorized the pattern just by watching him do it once.

"Still leaking my load," he grinned as he pushed a finger in, and slipped it out just to see a bit of his cum still trickle out of that pink honeypot.
 
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