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"Oh, fuck," Shoto mumbled, when he took stock of what Katsuki had fetched. He didn't argue when his lover pushed him down though, nor when cuffs snapped around his ankles. The fluff kept them from hurting, and while Shoto was usually good about keeping his legs open, when he got overwhelmed he'd try to slam them shut, push Katsuki out. This would keep him from doing that.

His arms go behind him and the rope feels soft and arousing at the same time. He moaned when a finger went inside him, easy and slick. How he didn't leak cum 24/7 was beyond him.
 
Shoto was slick and perfectly soft for him, and Katsuki kneaded those soft cheeks with a low groan. "Fuck, you've got such a perfect fucking ass," he whispered, spitting a wad of spit right down that seam.

He flattened his cock along the crack, pressing it between the cheeks with a soft sigh as it slipped up and down. "Fucking slut," he mumbled. "I'd breed you all night, everyday." Slowly, he sunk the head of his cock in, moaning as it slipped back out with a glob of cum.
 
Shoto turned his face into the bed when Katsuki spat on him, trying pointlessly to muffle his moan. How was he getting more slutty?

His fists were clenching where the were resting at the curve of his ass, and his hips roll when the head of Katsuki's cock slipped into him.

"I'd let you," Shoto mumbled, tone giving away how fucking turned on he is. "Welcome you home like this, face down, ass up and ready for you."
 
Katsuki grabbed the small of Shoto's waist and pushed down, deepening that arch in his spine and getting his lover to stick his ass out further for him. "Fuck yeah," he muttered under his breath, snapping his hips up hard enough to ripple those cheeks. "All slicked up and ready for me to take you. That's how I fucking want it."

He stopped mid-thrust when he heard a knock at the door, and Denki's voice on the other side asking Shoto he'd come back for something he'd left on the couch. His ID or something. Katsuki couldn't care less, because he was fucking Shoto harder and harder, clenching his hips tight so the slut couldn't pull off his ramming, hard dick.

Their fucking was so loud Denki said a loud "Oh" before he went quiet, or his voice was drowned out by the brutal, pornographic sounds of Katsuki pounding Shoto so hard his ass turned pink.
 
Shoto was pretty sure he whined when Katsuki paused mid thrust like that. He didn't even hear the door, barely registered Kaminari's voice as something that didn't belong there.

He didn't care. Katsuki was fucking him so hard he saw stars. It was starting to hurt, in that way he liked, brutal and claiming and making him feel owned. His knuckles were turning white, tears were gathering, and his thighs shook with the want to close them but that wasn't happening, not with the spreader.

He wasn't sure if he hoped Kaminari left or not by the time he started screaming.
 
Katsuki stopped caring too, not that he had ever begun to, as he leaned over Shoto, slamming his hips so hard against his boyfriend's ass that the clapping noises were louder than Shoto's own screams.

He was sure when he got in deep and fucked him like that that at some point it would start to hurt, but Katsuki wanted it to, and smirked as he felt Shoto's walls loosen and give up around his cock. "This ass is mine," he muttered breathlessly between pants. "Open up." He jammed his cock in as far as it'd go, groaning at the tight fit, and the way his balls felt smacking against his lover's taint like that.
 
Shoto wasn't sure what noises he was making - if he was screaming or talking or begging. He was pretty sure he asked Katsuki to stop, but he didn't really want him to, he was just overwhelmed. Too full. Too stuffed.

Face pressed to the mattress, arms locked behind him, there was nowhere he could go. He couldn't even squirm in this position. Couldn't get any leverage. He just had to take it like the whore he was.
 
He watched as that tight hole fluttered around his cock as he barely gave it any moment to close. It just took, and took, and took. Katsuki worked up a sweat quickly, his breaths haggard as he leaned over and mounted Shoto like he deserved, fucking his ass with wild abandon.

It was sloppy and wet and so goddamn obscene how they sounded together, all that lube dribbling out of Shoto and trickling down his taint, Katsuki's balls smacking it over and over.

"You want me to stop?" Katsuki grinned, hips just digging in deeper with a groan. His cock ached with warmth as he rutted into his bitch, filling Shoto with his entire cock, the swell in the middle rubbing over his prostate. "Fuck..." he muttered. "Not gonna stop until your guts are full of my cum."
 
Fuck, he loved this. He loved being treated like this, being Katsuki's slut. He loved how his cock stretched him out, how he would ache all day from it.

That swell in his lovers cock is abusing his sweat spot and it's no wonder that he comes from it. He screams, body bowing, and hates that he cums first because he knows Katsuki isn't going to let up until he has, and Shoto will be over sensitive fast.
 
To anyone who was listening in, or had no choice but to listen, it definitely sounded like Bakugo was abusing Todoroki. The screaming, the pleas for him to stop, it all raised some red flags if people didn't know how much of a slut Shoto was.

Had he not slowed down a bit, he wouldn't have felt Shoto cum. When that tight ass pulsated around his dick, Katsuki reached between Shoto's legs to rub out his lover's orgasm, confirming for himself he'd cum by the slick that dripped down his fingers.

He stopped, choosing mercy for once, his dick embedded in his boyfriend, and brought his cum-coated digits to his lips to lick off Shoto's honey from them. Then, both his hands went to his hips and he snapped his hips slowly, going at a steady, even pace just to curb his own orgasm, and to keep making Shoto take his cock past his.
 
If Shoto could have collapsed when Katsuki stopped, he would have. As it was, he was already face down, but Katsuki's grip on his hips was the only thing keeping his ass up.

He felt cheated that he couldn't watch Katsuki lick away his cum - it must be fucking hot. Him, face down ass up with his arms tied back and skin slick and flushed, and Katsuki buried deep in him, well worked, probably smug, licking his fingers clean.

Shoto was fucked out, the groans he made from each snap of his lovers thrusts half pain and half desire. Even overstimulated, he loved the feeling of his cock inside him.
 
He must have fucked Shoto at least for five minutes longer, until his dick ached from the friction and he was sure the pleasure was bordering on pain at this point. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his head lolling back as he came inside his lover, his cock twitching from the powerful orgasm.

He had to steady himself after he came, and when he pulled out to the tip, he swore as Shoto's hole seemed to kiss it as the head left. "Just let it sit in you for a bit," he grinned, smacking Shoto's ass so hard his hand was a clear and pink print on it. He'd let gravity do its thing and pull all that cum deep into his gut where it belonged.
 
Fucking hell, he loved the feeling of Katsuki coming in him. Loved the way his dick throbbed, the way he filled him. Even like this, he was happy for it. "Happy to," he muttered, and wined when Katsuki smacked his ass. "Fuck," he muttered, and without his lover holding him up, finally let his knees down like he'd been aching to.

"Good thing I don't have class tomorrow," he said, squirming into a slightly more comfortable position. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to sit down."
 
Katsuki got up after shaking off the cum from the tip of his dick, and snapped a photo of Shoto like this, for later. He looked fucking hot, bent over, tied, and at his mercy, with his hole winking and glazed with his seed. Had Katsuki been told he would have had Shoto like this before, he wouldn't have believed him.

After Katsuki went to go check if Kaminari was still hanging out by the door (which he wasn't), he returned to get Shoto out of his restraints, kneading away the sting of the handprint on his ass with an affectionate squeeze.

"If you need to," he said, fingers running through his own hair. "You can sit on my lap."
 
Shoto wasn't going anywhere. His knees felt like jelly, and even once his arms were free he just brought them around to rest his head on. He hadn't bought that rope with the intention of it being used on him, but he didn't really mind either.

The kneading fingers on his ass felt nice, and he hummed to show his appreciation, then smiled at the offer. "That'd be nice."
 
Katsuki raised a brow when he went to go fetch them both a glass of water and saw Shoto still in the position he'd left him. Placing the water on the ground next to Shoto, he smacked his ass again, but deliberately shifted his hand so he wetly slapped that hole instead, sliding his fingers along that slick taint. His hand was large enough to make him feel owned, like that ass was only Katsuki's to fill and abuse.

"Teach Sparky how to take dick like you, then he might have a standing chance," he smirked, slipping a middle finger deep inside Shoto just to get a reaction out of him, and pulling it back out, cum-coated and all, to press it to his lover's lips since he hadn't had a taste yet.
 
Just when he thought he was going to get some rest, Katsuki smacked his ass again. He moaned, hips lifting on their own, like he wasn't already at his limit. It was just how he reacted to him.

"I don't think he wants to take dick like me," Shoto mumbled. He wasn't sure anyone sane would. His fists clenched when Katsuki pressed a finger into him, another wanton moan escaping him, but when presented with a cum covered finger, he latched onto it obediently. He's not a huge fan of the way he tastes, but he's not about to waste a drop of Katsuki's cum.
 
Katsuki pressed his finger onto Shoto's tongue, watching his boyfriend slurp it up like it was a treat. "Then why the hell did I walk into the two of you, and his dumbass gagging on a dildo?" He'd only looked for a second and that had been enough to see that the toy was huge.

He pulled Shoto by the nape of his neck into a kiss, giving his ass another affectionate smack, though the squeeze was what lingered after to soothe the burn away.

They had summer camp in a few days, and they probably should be training, but Katsuki was definitely getting his work cut out for him fucking Shoto's brains out all the time. "You ready for camp?" he asked, bringing Shoto close by his ass, kissing along his neck slowly. The roster had been finalized and Katsuki had seen Midoriya's name on it, with Uraraka's. It seemed even Kaminari had signed up with Kirishima.
 
Shoto was easy to pull around after sex like that. Well, he always was when it came to Katsuki really - eager for kisses, eager to be reminded who his ass belonged to.

He chuckled softly. "It's one thing to want to be prepared and another to want to be dicked down the point of tears." Maybe he'd ask Kaminari later. "Do you even think Kirishima could top like that? I feel like he'd start apologizing."

He was happy for some closeness now, and tilted his head for more kisses. "Yeah, actually." He knew it was going to be grueling, but he felt prepared. "Which reminds me, I've been using my ice for transportation, but I think I could have more precision with my fire. Would you teach me?" Shoto had smoother flames than Katsuki's explosions, but no one could say he didn't move around corners or through the air less smoothly than someone with wings.
 
Katsuki snorted at the thought of Kirishima topping anything. The guy was far too sensitive and had way too much golden retriever energy to be on Katsuki's level. Not that he wanted to spend too much time caring.

He let Shoto flop on top of him while he thumbed in a few texts, phone rested on his lover's back. "Yeah," he agreed a little too easily. He didn't mind teaching Shoto pointers, especially since they were going to be a team anyways. He just had a tougher time wasting his time on anybody else.

He was pretty excited for the trip, honestly. It would be their first time being active as a hero-and-sidekick pair, and a chance to prove just how unbeatable they could be together.
 
Shoto smiled and pressed it into Katsuki's skin to hide it. The novelty of Katsuki Bakugo actually sharing his knowledge and talent with him was something that was never going to wear off. He twists the ring on his left finger with his thumb. He's special.

"You can't fuck me like this during camp," he jokes. "I'll actually need to be able to move."
 
"Yeah, yeah," he snorted, knowing either of them weren't going to uphold that promise. "We both know you're going to get dick-hungry again." And Katsuki was definitely going to jump him at night when he was feeling horny.

The days went by, and soon it was time for summer camp. The UA faculty had chosen a remote location that was well-protected by pro heroes this time, a place not even that warp gate villain could hope to enter without trouble. The bus ride was long, but it was bearable with Shoto sitting next to him. If his fiancè got sleepy, he was there to lend his shoulder for him to snooze on. He knew how adorably drowsy Shoto got in moving vehicles.

He glanced over, wondering if Shoto had fallen asleep during the ride.
 
Shoto had drowned on and off. He'd talked to Katsuki a bit, and texted Mina some, but vehicles were his worse enemy, and more than once he rested his head on Katsuki's shoulder. He drifted in and out, waking on occasion to found they'd gotten further.

He'd almost left his ring behind, worried it would get damaged, before remembering Katsuki had thought that through already. He liked having it. The weight of it. The way he could spin it on his finger.

He glanced up when he felt Katsuki's eyes on him, his own mismatched gaze heavy behind his lashes, and hummed in a way of saying what?
 
Katsuki couldn't help himself when Shoto looked that adorable dozing off on his shoulder like that. He wanted to mess with him and kiss him silly, but the sheer noise of everyone else reminded him that they weren't in their bedroom, or surrounded by friends. In fact, many of the people on that bus weren't even their friends, or heroes they knew. Just a bunch of extras that had probably signed up for more than they could take.

"You tired already?" he teased quietly, sneaking a kiss onto Shoto's brow. "Didn't even get there yet."

He wasn't going to wake him, though. Shoto needed the rest, and if the training camp was all that it was supposed to be, it was supposed to be pretty intense.
 
Shoto nodded sleepily. It was vehicles. Always. The only reason he stayed awake on trains was because he was too afraid to fall asleep standing up. It was loud on the bus, he had no idea how he managed to sleep at all, but he dozed off again on Katsuki's shoulder.

It was only when they actually got there that Shoto realized how many people they didn't know as they watched them push to the front of the bus. He shot Katsuki a look clearly meant to say what the hell? And assumed they'd be leaving with a lot less than they arrived with.

"Hey, guys!" Kirishima greeted, when he went to pass, Kaminari behind him. Shoto rose a lazy hand to wave, which is friend took to jerk him out of his seat.

"Excited?" Kaminari asked.

"To watch Katsuki dust everyone? Yes."
 
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