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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

He held Shoto's waist close to himself, littering messy and frantic kisses into the crook of his lover's neck. He was half-hard, but with how tight he felt around his fingers he suspected he'd have a hard-on by the end of this.

"Fuck, baby..." he whispered, sliding his fingers into the third knuckle and hooking them in a way that rubbed his prostate with each stroke inside him. He could hear people leaving the mess hall and it just excited him more, the fact they were doing this while riddled with hormones, his fingers shoved between Shoto's legs to get him off, and Todoroki's belly full of his cum. He pumped his fingers a little hard, almost wanting to give Shoto a reason to push at him like he did when he was overwhelmed.
 
Shoto had to bite into Katsuki's shoulder or he was going to make sounds that we're going to give them away the deeper his lovers fingers went.

"Kats," he warned, but it came out more like a plea. He felt so full. Katsuki's fingers, Katsuki's cum. They hadn't had enough time to themselves lately. He wished they could fuck. He wished they had the time, the space, for Katsuki to turn him around and take him the way they both really wanted.

He groans again when Katsuki gets rough, hips jerking, breathing harsh. "I'm gonna cum soon," he warns, because they're both too dressed for him to make a mess.
 
When Shoto pleaded with him, his hips bucking in that delightful way against his fingers, Katsuki smirked. He hadn't been cruel to his fiancè in a while, and being just that during camp when they hardly had time to themselves seemed like the perfect way to be just that.

Just when he felt that first spasm of his hole, he slipped his fingers out, robbing Shoto of that orgasm.

If he left him like this, surely Shoto would jump his bones later and then Katsuki could really fuck him. "Tonight," he mumbled. "You only get to cum around my cock."
 
Shoto was pretty sure he growled at him when those fingers slipped away. He was right there, he'd already felt it building, he'd already wanted it.

"You fucking asshole," he grumbles, but his dick twitches and leaks at the idea. Being denied. Being fucked good. It's worth the wait. It's just so damn cruel.

"I hate you," he says. They both know he's lying. He can hear people messing around, the last bit of break before they're back to work. He pulls away and jerks his pants back up, glaring all the time, stuffing his cock uncomfortably down.
 
Katsuki smirked, smacking his fiancè's ass while his other hand, still tasting of Shoto, slipped into his own mouth to suck at his fingers. He knew Shoto didn't like tasting himself but he kissed him anyways, all hot and heavy until he was breathless when he pulled back.

"You didn't take my dick in like, what, a week now?" he exaggerated. It had definitely been a couple of days and he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be balls-deep in Shoto, mounting and filling him. "Go channel that energy into your match," he grinned. They were divided today, with pro heroes working with other pro heroes, and sidekicks working with sidekicks.
 
Normally, Shoto would have pushed him off - for as much as he loved the way Katsuki tasted, he just wasn't as fond of himself - but he held onto his fiancé's collar and kissed him like he was starving.

"Hate you," he repeats when they part. He can't walk away from him like that though, so he nuzzles the side of his neck and nips at his ear. "Love you."

Being divided sucks, and he finds Kaminari loitering, waiting for him. His eyebrows go up, looking pointedly at Shoto's knees. He glances down and dusts leaves and dirt from them. Before his friend gets a word in he pushes him towards the area all the other sidekicks are headed in.

"You and Kirishima are gonna want to make yourselves scarce tonight," he warns.
 
"You guys have the energy to fuck even after all this?" Kaminari asked, more amazed than anything.

Katsuki was honestly satisfied, having gotten off thanks to his boyfriend, but he did blow off some steam defeating the other heroes left and right. It was after the training was over that he walked with Kirishima to their cabins, the two just making small talk.

"Why the hell would I care whether you and Sparky fuck?" Bakugo muttered.

Kirishima went beet-red when Katsuki blurted that out a little too loud. "Just, you know, a head's up."

"Do what you damn want," he said. "But I ain't apologizing for making Shoto loud." He almost grinned at the thought of his fiancè being so pent-up. When the two got home, Katsuki flashed Shoto the gold pin that he'd gotten for the day, a marker of their points that they would have to tally by the end of the week. Obviously, gold was the highest, and he was wondering what Shoto had gotten in his subcategory.
 
Shoto was beat. He'd taken to the rest of the day like the other sidekicks had personally wronged him. Even Kaminari had wiped himself out trying to keep up.

It was a little unfair, if he thought about it - he had an edge the others didn't, because he'd been training to be a hero all of his life. But he decides to take a page out of Katsuki's book and settle on the fact that it's not his fault he's ahead. It's a different perspective, but the same basic skills, and he still has a good shoulder on his head even without Katsuki there to take point.

He and Kaminari are both crashed out the couch when the other two get back, icing sore muscles. Shoto digs his coin out of his pocket and tosses it to his fiancé in a flash of gold.

Kaminari groans. "You're both the worst."
 
Katsuki caught the gold coin with a bit of a smirk, spinning the token between his fingers before shoving them both deep in his pockets. They were both retrieving gold tokens left and right that it was almost unfair for the rest of them.

"It's a good learning experience," Kirishima assured Kaminari. "I totally thought Bakugo was gonna go up neck-to-neck with Midoriya."

"Deku?" Katsuki snorted as he pulled Shoto onto his lap when he took the single recliner next to the couch. "As if." He pressed his face into the spot between Shoto's shoulder blades.

"You're back early," he mumbled.
 
Shoto sighed happily when Katsuki pulled him into his lap, and reached back over his shoulder to pet his hair. "We didn't have any mistakes. The others had to rerun to course."

He'd dragged Kaminari with him even though he didn't really have to. But he'd needed a competent partner and it'd gotten them out of the course faster.

"The others were trying to go solo," Kaminari admitted. "Roki figured out there was no way to make it without help."
 
If that had been Katsuki, he probably would have tried to brute force his way through the course, so he was pretty surprised, and glad, that Shoto was making up for his shortcomings. He could work as a team, but only when it was absolutely necessary.

"Yeah?" he mumbled, kissing the back of Shoto's neck and slipping his hands under his lover's shirt to rest them on his stomach.

"Good job," he mumbled quietly enough for only Shoto to hear against his ear. He praised people very sparingly, if at all, but whenever he did it was genuine.
 
It probably said a lot about his character that Katsuki praising him made his heart jump and his dick twitch at the same time.

"How about you two?" Kaminari asked, trying to be nice, trying to make conversation.

Shoto didn't have the patience for it. Not today. He kicked weakly at the couch and told his friend. "Get lost."

Kaminari lifted from the couch as much as he could and fitted Shoto with a disbelieving look. "Did Bakugo just talk through you?"

"You can stay if you want," Shoto warns. "But I'm about to get disgustingly romantic and then disgustingly sexual."
 
Katsuki concealed a smirk at how Shoto was sounding more and more like him by the passing day. Just abrasive enough for it to be cute, and not nearly with as much as heat as Katsuki's tone of voice.

Kirishima laughed, flashing an awkward wink at Bakugo before he took Kaminari by his shoulders and vacated the cabin for the two of them.

It was probably cruel to kick their friends out when they were sore from training but Shoto had mentioned that they wouldn't mind an audience. As soon as the pair were out, he reached around and unzipped Shoto's pants, slipping his cock out and stroking it languidly in his calloused hand.

His other hand raced up, pushing up Shoto's shirt to pinch at one of his nipples. "Take off your pants," he mumbled against the shell of his lover's ear, as his hand left his cock for his bag that had been placed strategically next to the seat their first day. He pulled out lube and the baby blue vibrator. He'd work him open with that first, make him loose enough to take his cock without being too sore tomorrow.
 
Shoto fell against Katsuki's chest with a sigh, his body thanking him for finally giving it attention. His cock responded immediately to Katsuki's touch, hardening the second fingers wrapped around him.

His back arched just slightly from the touch to his nipple and he didn't think twice before lifting his hips to push his pants down, kicking them off the rest of the way.

He whines when his lovers hands are gone, but huffs a laugh when he sees the vibrator come out. "Of course you brought toys."
 
"Are you complaining?" he grinned, lubricating the toy quickly, and smearing the rest between Shoto's legs, playing with that hole. He was always amazed at how it was so tiny, and still took him.

He fitted his head under Shoto's arm to get a good view of what he was doing, his hand pulling his lover's legs apart.

"Still hate me?" Katsuki teased, turning the vibrations on the toy, and nudging the blunt head against him, letting it tease and nudge the ring for a few seconds before he brought it up, letting it buzz gently against his nipples, down his cock, along his inner thigh, and back against his hole.
 
Shoto went boneless. Usually, when he laid back and let Katsuki do whatever he wanted to him, it was because he'd been too fucked out to do anything else.

This time though, he just laid back to enjoy it, the vibrations felt good against his skin, his cock all too happy for the attention, his hips giving away his pleasure in small rolls.

He rested his head back, closing his eyes, and sighed softly. God, he was so in love.
 
He felt Shoto's weight sink into him, which was Katsuki's cue to slide that vibrator inside as it was still buzzing. He pressed it in at an angle to seek that sweet spot, and slid his other hand up his lover's chest as he thrust the toy in slowly.

"You always take things up your ass like it's a damn massage," he chuckled. "It's sexy." He liked it when Shoto enjoyed it, maybe a little too much. It was like he got off more on Shoto enjoying himself than he did getting off.

He slipped it in past the bulbous head so it slid snugly into him like a plug, his hand leaving it for a moment to stroke Shoto's neglected cock. His own was hard against Shoto's ass, waiting for its moment to be buried inside him.
 
"It is, when you do it like this," Shoto mumbled. He liked it hard and rough and aching for days. But like this - slow and steady, a constant pleasure, his body just seemed to give Katsuki whatever he wanted. It felt too good, there was nothing in him that wanted to resist. Katsuki could ask him for anything and he'd happily give it to him.

He could feel Katsuki hard against him, and fuck did he want him. The vibrator was good, really good, but nothing was as good as Katsuki's cock.

He was torn between wanting to roll back, to feel more on his ass, and press forward, to feel more on his cock.
 
Katsuki moved his head to press against the nape of Shoto's neck again, kissing the crook of it and leaving a hickey on the bend of his shoulder like this.

He thought of someone else fucking him like this, someone pushing their cock into Shoto, forcing him to take both of their dicks. His ass could take it. Katsuki played with him a bit more, and took the vibrator out to toss it onto the floor. It took a bit of shifting but he got his cock out, and sunk into him without warning. The blond hissed as the heat engulfed his throbbing dick, and fuck, did it feel heavenly.

"Fuck..." he whispered, grabbing hold of both Shoto's thighs to spread them, jamming his dick inside all the way. "Can never get tired of this."
 
Shoto groaned loudly when Katsuki was suddenly pushing into him, teeth clenched and back arching and muscles tensing. It was an easy slide, he was open enough for it, but he hadn't been expecting it even as his body seems to be eagerly taking it.

He reached a hand around to sink into Katsuki's hair, holding him close, and whispered, "stay", before he started rolling his hips in slow circles.

They hadn't got to have enough sex in his opinion, and now what he wants is just to feel every inch of his lover buried inside of him.
 
Shoto was always so hot, warm to the point of being unbearable, and his dick leaked inside of him as he started rolling his hips. Katsuki relaxed, parted his own legs a bit, and slid his hands up his lover's chest.

"You're really fuckin' enjoying this," he chuckled breathlessly, unable to help but slide in a little deeper. He hadn't bottomed out quite yet but he was close, his balls drawing tautly up to his body and the thickest swell pushing past Shoto's rim.

"You wanna just cum, just say the damn word," he grunted. "I'll bend you over and fuck your brains out."
 
"Yeah, I am," Shoto mumbled. Stuffed, Katsuki's hands on him. He felt amazing. His back arched again when Katsuki got deeper, and he pushed down, getting that thick part of his lovers cock inside of himself. He moaned happily at the feeling.

"Not yet," he said. He wasn't sure why he was dragging it out. He'd wanted to cum all fucking day. Katsuki had left him hard and dissatisfied and wanting. But fuck, he feels so good. He feels so full. He could do this for hours.

But, they were sharing this space, and he didn't want to be a complete jerk and keep their friends out all night.

His dick is leaking everywhere when he tugs on Katsuki's hair. "Alright, give it to me."
 
Katsuki had told him he'd bend him over and fuck his brains out but Shoto in this position was just too hot to pass up. His fiancè's body was splayed out in the most tantalizing way, just oozing sex appeal.

It was the only time he wished he could have someone else's quirk, to be in two different places at one time to watch Shoto from the front. He'd remember to record this the next time they fucked in this position.

He moved his hands to Shoto's thighs, lifting him up just an inch to use his core and hips to slam up and into that warm and inviting heat. Katsuki groaned, trying to stay within him, but having to manage his thrusts so he didn't slip out.

"Fuck, how do you feel this damn good..." he muttered under his breath.
 
"Jesus shit," Shoto cursed, when Katsuki held him up like that. He tried to help keep his weight up, but he couldn't quite seem to get a good grip on thighs, Katsuki's cock distracting him with each thrust.

He liked it like this. When his lover never left him. Hell, he liked it even when he did. He liked it anyway way Katsuki wanted to give it to him.

Head thrown back, hands clenching the chair, he moaned at his lovers words. "Because I was made for you," he murmured. Even if he wasn't, he'd molded to him at this point.
 
At this point, he fully believed Shoto was made for him, the way his ass fitted so snugly around his cock. Anyone else wouldn't have felt nearly as right.

Katsuki reached around and squeezed one pec harshly in hand, almost as if he intended to bruise it, his teeth biting into the bend of his shoulder in an effort to claim him. Everything felt visceral and hot, and his dick was throbbing as it fucked that tight heat incessantly.

"Missed fucking you," he grunted out as his cock drove in deep, balls pressing at his rim. He kept it slow for now, just enjoying the feeling of filling his lover, and the intimate connection.
 
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