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Shoto moaned when Katsuki bit at his shoulder like that, and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock to keep from coming from it. His free hand went back again, going for Katsuki's hair, so he could hold onto something while he fell apart.

"Missed you fucking me," he said. And he did. Fuck, he couldn't ever go long without this. He needed it.
 
He loved how Shoto needed this. How they both couldn't last a day without each other before they were clawing at each other like this.

Katsuki bounced Shoto on his lap, starting to feel that familiar heat build. He kissed the crook of his neck, panted against it, and wrapped a hand around his fiancè's dick though Shoto was trying to keep from cumming.

"Gonna... cum," he muttered out, jaws clenched as he focused on the lewd squelch, and the way Shoto's hole clamped around him. He seated Shoto fully on his dick when his orgasm hit, his cock jerking inside before it started throbbing with each pulse of his release.

"Come on," he growled out. "Cum around my cock. Let me feel your ass clenching."
 
Shoto let go of his own dick the moment Katsuki touched him. He just hadn't wanted to cum too early, but he's happy to get bounced until they both finish.

"Fuck," he says between clenched teeth when Katsuki bottoms out. He can feel his cock throbbing, shortly followed by that addictive filling.

Katsuki tells him to cum and there's no way Shoto can't after that. He has just enough time to jerk his shirt out of the way before his orgasm hits. He holds on tightly to his fiancé's hair, back arching, splattering his own chest and Katsuki's fingers.
 
As he finally felt Shoto's walls pulse around him, Katsuki stilled his breaths, the sensations almost too much around his aching cock. "Fuck, babe," he whispered, reaching up to slide his hands gratuitously over Shoto's pecs, giving each one of them a slow knead.

Why was sex so good with Shoto? Why didn't he get sick of him as easily and quickly as he did with other people? Katsuki almost dreaded the very idea of growing tired of sex with Shoto but it seemed that day would never come. He was so smitten.

As they wound down, Katsuki kissed along Shoto's shoulder, and jostled him gently on his half-hard cock to ride out their highs.

"Get on your knees on the floor, and hold your ass open," he smirked. "I want to see it drip out of you."
 
Shoto could have easily just stayed where he was, draped over Katsuki's body, sweaty and well spent, until their friends came back.

But Katsuki speaks, and he snorts. "You're so fucking dirty," he says, even as he carefully pulls himself off his lovers cock. He hates the empty feeling that follows, but he obediently sinks to his knees before falling chest down, ass up, hands on his cheeks and pulling himself open. He remembers a time when he would have been too shy for this.
 
"And what does that make you?" he smirked. Once, he'd been pretty embarrassed about having these perverted thoughts for another guy but now being this dirty was natural as long as it was to Shoto.

Katsuki stroked his hand along his half-hard cock, groaning as he saw that bead of his pearly cum trickle down that pretty taint. He'd definitely made a mess of it, but there was no greater satisfaction than to see his cum dripping down Shoto's legs, or his balls, after he came inside him. He took a photo for his own keepsake, and leaned forward just a bit to smack his ass hard, leaving a bright-red handprint as a claim to it.
 
Shoto groaned at the slap, but he'd already been moving, pushing himself up to twist around. It'd been quiet enough he'd heard the click of Katsuki's camera, and now he grabs his phone out of his hand.

His face goes red quick, but his spent cock gives a trying little twitch. "Jesus Kats," he mumbles. "How many dirty photos of me do you even have on here?"

He's seen Katsuki snap a few before, usually when he's on his knees, but this is different.
 
Katsuki smirked a little smugly when his fiancè snatched the phone out of his hand. "You wanna look through them?" he dared. He had quite a few amassed over the months, mostly videos of Shoto sucking his cock.

They would definitely make a hot pair selling amateur porn videos but that wasn't how Katsuki wanted to be known to the world. The blond also didn't like sharing much.

He rolled Shoto over like he was playfully pinning him down like wrestling cubs, pulling their blankets up so the others wouldn't catch them naked. "You should see the first one I took," he suggested. Their first one was one full of adorable blunders, of Shoto being too shy for the camera and doing kitten licks at his cock. Compared to now, when Shoto guzzled his cock like a porn star.
 
Shoto lets himself be pulled into bed and snuggles close into Katsuki. He's covered in cum, over his chest and up his ass, but he doesn't actually care. He used to want to clean up right after they were done all the time. Now it doesn't bother him. He might even kind of like it.

He flips through photos with varying shades of blushes, and occasionally presses his hot face into Katsuki's chest. They're hotter than he'd thought they'd be - he expected to feel more embarrassed, caught in bad angles, but they're kind of ... awesome.

The earlier ones make him laugh. He can see the difference coming slowly, but then he's hit with the full span of his shyness. "Can't say we haven't come a long way."
 
"Oh, we definitely came a long way," Katsuki hadn't changed much but Shoto definitely had. He'd truly grown into the real slut he was today.

He pressed a kiss into Shoto's messy, sweat-damp hair, basking in the afterglow of their sex. Honestly, Katsuki wanted to fuck again. His dick was stirring under the sheets and he knew Shoto was filled with enough cum for him to just slide in easily the second time. He pressed a kiss into the crook of his fiancè's neck, then another, almost as if to warm him up and get him in the mood again.
 
They should rest. They should be ready for Kirishima and Kaminari to come back in at anytime. He shouldn't be tilting his head into Katsuki's kisses, inviting more.

He rolls onto his back, pulling his fiancé with him, pulling him down so their mouths can meet. It's a deep, slow kiss, as he lets his legs fall open. A clear invitation.
 
Katsuki was more interested in the kiss than anything else, but getting to warm his cock inside Shoto again was definitely a plus. He groaned in appreciation into the kiss, rolling his hips slowly so the head of his cock nudged teasingly against that puckered hole.

They were mid-kiss when Kaminari and Kirishima walked into Katsuki railing Shoto. The blanket hung around Katsuki's hips hid the fun parts but there was no doubt they were fucking, as Katsuki entered Shoto with a wet squelch.

"Sorry!" Kirishima covered his eyes and Kaminari laughed as he guided his flustered boyfriend to their bedroom.

"Don't fuck too hard now, you'll be too sore for tomorrow!" Denki teased.

Katsuki didn't seem at all embarrassed, just ticked off that he'd been interrupted.
 
He fucking knew it was going to happen. Just his luck. He's waiting for the embarrassment to hit, but for some reason he just laughs instead, pressing his face to Katsuki's neck.

He holds on until he hears the closing of a bedroom door, then kisses along Katsuki's neck to his ear. "Come on, baby," he whispers. "Let's see if I can stay quiet or not."

He can't. And they both know it.
 
"Quiet?" he smirked, rolling his hips forward so his cock squished into the copious amount of cum he'd put into his fiancè earlier. The sound of them fucking was loud enough that Shoto didn't need to make noise for their roommates to hear the obscene shlicks and slaps of their fucking.

"Fucking love taking you like this," he muttered into the crook of Shoto's neck, wrapping one of his lover's legs around his waist. Like this, he could see Shoto's face and kiss him, even play with those perky pecs as they bounced with each thrust.

He drove in deep, sheathing his cock to the hilt with a guttural, deep croon of pleasure. It was slippery and warm, Shoto's insides well-lubricated in cum.

He slammed in once, seeing if Shoto would yelp or moan.
 
He hadn't quite realized how pornographic they already sounded until he was aware they had someone else near by. Suddenly, every sound is too loud.

"You just like to watch how you make me feel," Shoto accuses, pressing the heel of his foot into Katsuki's back. His head is tilted back, flushed and in pleasure. He was biting into his bottom lip, trying his hardest to keep quiet.

Until Katsuki slams into him like that, and he does yelp, which turns into a moan. "Fuck. Do that again."
 
Katsuki set up a steady but forceful pace of fucking Shoto, focusing on the sounds and expressions he made. He really got off on them. There was something about Shoto's voice, the deep purr of it, that kindled something in him.

He held onto his hip with one hand and slammed in, burying his dick deep before he pulled to the head, then did it again. It was messy and obscene, but that was the goal now, as he tried to urge those sounds from his boyfriend.

To show off, maybe. Katsuki decided he liked having an audience if he didn't have to deal with them directly. "Come on, baby," he muttered, smirking as he kissed along Shoto's neck, driving his cock in so deep the tip of his cock felt hot plunging into him. Smack, smack, smack. His hips went at him, Katsuki bouncing Shoto against the sheets, feeling his head go light from the imminent orgasm.
 
There was no position Shoto didn't enjoy getting fucked in, but there's something about the leverage Katsuki can get like this that drives him crazy.

His back is arched, arms around Katsuki, blunt nails digging into his back, and he's not quiet, not even a little. He moans and groans and whines and wants to cum so fucking bad.

It hits him by surprise when he cums, shooting between them in strips, and he sees white behind his eyes when he closes them, groaning out Katsuki's name.
 
He pulled back, sitting on his knees and watching as Shoto came undone, his cock spazzing and spurting cum onto his abdomen. He was sure the others could hear them fucking, could hear Shoto moaning like a bitch as he took his cock.

He grabbed a handful of his lover's hair and jerked his head forward, forcing him to watch the way his cock slammed into his hole, over and over. "Watch," he gritted out, gutturally between clenched jaws. "Watch me fucking breed you."

Katsuki pulled out halfway, to show Shoto the way his dick pulsed and twitched as he came undone. His cum loaded him full, and with a smooth slide inside, Katsuki claimed that ass as his.
 
Shoto swore the moment Katsuki's fingers were in his hair, jerking him around. His cock gave a weak spurt, turned on but not having anything left to give.

It was fucking obscene to watch - his own cock spent and flopping, his ass spread but hugging Katsuki's dick as it worked in and out of him, shiny with left over cum from earlier, thick and throbbing. The way it pulsed, half forced into him, before he felt the thick ropes painting his insides. He groaned again as Katsuki slipped fully in, their hips pressed together. He reached a hand down to feel that intimate connection, bitting his lower lip.
 
Katsuki heaved and sighed as he felt Shoto's fingers touch that intimate point where his dick was stuffed full inside of Shoto. "You like it that deep?" he smirked, leaning over to kiss him dirty, all teeth and tongue. He spat into his fiancè's mouth for good measure and stilled for a moment as he heard sounds coming from the other room.

Sounded like the other boys were fucking too. Maybe they'd gotten off on the sounds. Katsuki rolled his hips slowly, finding it hot that Shoto's fingers were still fanned around his cock.

"Damn, you're still tight," he mumbled, sitting up to rest through his aftershocks and comb a hand through his hair.
 
Shoto was addicted to any way Katsuki wanted to kiss him, but dirty like that was a different kind of amazing, like he could drink him down.

He was going in for another kiss when he felt Katsuki pause, and did so himself, thinking one of the guys was about to come into the room. It's not the right noise though, and a blush crosses his face. He's about to ask, when Katsuki rolled his hips, and he moaned.

He dropped back on the bed when Katsuki sat up, rubbing his fingers idly over where he's holding his lovers cock. "Well you didn't fuck me hard enough to keep me loose and open," he mumbles, then immediately adds. "Thats not an invitation."
 
Katsuki arched a brow and smirked at Shoto's sass. "Yeah?" he muttered under his breath, snapping his hips forward to harden his cock inside his lover.

He pushed Shoto's balls out of the way to watch the way his cock sank and squished into his lover. "Keep that hand there," he said, finding it hot how Shoto kept his fingers spread around his cock like that. It was almost as hot as watching his fiancè finger himself.

Now, he was going to use Shoto to get off. As he kissed him, he just couldn't hold himself back and worked up a steady pace to rail him.
 
"Fuck," Shoto whispered, because Katsuki was so goddamn hot. He wanted nothing more than to lie back and let his use him.

He lost himself in the kiss for a moment, drowned in it, but he couldn't. He had to be able to walk tomorrow.

Getting a hand in Katsuki's hair, he holds on tight, and moves his other one from dock to hip before he flips them. Putting Katsuki on his back, Shoto sits up, hands flat on his fiancé's chest.

"No," he says, and gives a roll of his hips to get more comfortable. "We have to take it easy."
 
Well, that was a surprise. Shoto had never really said it in that tone before, and the shock was evident on Katsuki's face as he just blinked up at Shoto as if to process what had just happened. Then, he smiled, hands smoothing over his lover's hips.

"Fine," he mumbled, sitting up a bit with his hands behind him, just so he could get closer to Shoto's face without getting up all the way. "Do it your way." He didn't mind, and he was still recovering from finding it fucking hot that Shoto had told him no in that tone of voice.
 
Shoto narrowed his eyes slightly, like he wasn't sure if he trusted his fiancé's smile or not, but he leans in when Katsuki presses up, and brings their mouths together. It's a softer kiss, but he works it up into something more dirty, with more tongue.

When he pulls away he's panting, and hard again, and wondering how many times he's going to be able to cum tonight. He doesn't really want to do it his way. He wants to get fucking railed. But he'll regret it in the morning. And he doesn't want to sacrifice a gold coin just for getting his guts rearranged.

He's so fucking full of cum that even as tight as he is, it's a smooth slide when he sets a pace to ride Katsuki. His head drops forward, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, with how good it feels.
 
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