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"Shut up," Shoto mumbled, but he couldn't say that Katsuki was wrong. It just felt so long. And it wasn't just the lack of sex, it was that the best parts of his day - getting those few extra minutes of cuddles before his fiancé got ready for the day, and seeing him come through the door at the end of it - were missing.

He was fucking serotonin depleted.

Shoto hadn't been allowing his jealous thoughts much room, but he feels better knowing Katsuki is at the hotel. Alone.

"Pouting," he says. But then he adds, "I snapped at Mina today." Which is really explanation enough.
 
Katsuki raised his brows, like he was pretty surprised Shoto had gotten that low to snap at Mina of all people. He placed the phone on the sink, propping it against a bottle of lotion so Shoto could watch him do the mundane things of his evening, like freshening up.

He would have showered, but he'd started showering in the morning since he didn't have Shoto to shower with at night.

"Good, you're keeping them on their toes," he snorted. "You just horny, or are you actually not sleeping okay?" It sounded like he was just poking fun at him but Katsuki's expression was actually concerned, knowing how his lover got when he was by himself.
 
It actually made him feel better to watch Katsuki go through his routine. Like they were together without so many fucking miles between them.

Katsuki's face doesn't match his tone, and it's probably the only reason Shoto himself doesn't deflect. "I'm sleeping like shit," he admits. "And I burned my fucking dinner."
 
Katsuki found it somewhat calming that Shoto was watching him brush his teeth, shave, and put on some aftershave and lotion, too. It felt a lot less lonely than just going through the motions by himself, without anyone to talk to.

"Yeah?" he mumbled, and picked up the phone, thumbing something in quickly. A few seconds later, he took himself to the bedroom, clad in his tank top and sweats. "There, sent you soba for delivery. Should be there in fifteen minutes."

"Maybe you just need someone else around," he suggested. "You ever tried asking someone to sleepover?"
 
Shoto blinked. He felt all at once like an idiot and so in love that he could barely stand it.

He closed his eyes for a moment and let his anger simmer. He'd been his fathers son today, not his mothers. All the worst parts of himself that Katsuki Bakugo, for all the irony the rest of the world saw in it, calmed him.

"Thank you," he said quietly, but trusted Katsuki to pick up on it. When he opened his eyes again he felt calmer, but lonely. "It's not the same," he said. But he hadn't thought of it. "Maybe I'll ask Kaminari." Except ... he had Kirishima now, maybe he wouldn't be interested.
 
Katsuki didn't respond to the quiet thanks because he felt it wasn't needed. Of course he was going to take care of his damn fiance, even with miles between them. "Just don't be an idiot next time," he said flippantly.

"Or ask Deku," he mumbled under his breath. If Deku slept over, then Kaminari would be able to stay with Kirishima. As much as Katsuki loathed the thought of the damn nerd staying with his lover, he knew he and Shoto were close.

He felt he could trust Shoto.

Katsuki yawned. He'd woken up way too early that morning just to commute to his internship on time that he was getting sleepy so early in the evening. "Miss you," he mumbled. "Just two-and-a-half more weeks."
 
Shoto hadn't spent any alone time with Midoriya since ... well. And even when they spent time in groups, there was distance there. He wasn't sure who was the cause of it. Him, for feeling like shit about what had happened. Or Midoriya, for having crossed a line with Katsuki.

He thought it said a fucking lot about how far they'd come that Katsuki could trust him again. "Yeah, maybe."

He groans softly and drops his head at the reminder of how much longer it's going to be. "Miss you too. So fucking much."
 
Katsuki laughed for the first time that entire day, finding it easy to with Shoto being as adorable as he was. He wanted to smatter his face with kisses already. "It'll be three weeks before you damn know it," he reassured him.

He didn't know how long he was going to last either. Loneliness was one thing but damn did he hate the dry spell after fucking Shoto nearly everyday. He'd jacked off in the shower yesterday and it had felt like the saddest, most unrewarding orgasm of his life.

"This is when those videos of you are gonna come in handy," he smirked. He was probably going to rub one out before he went to sleep.
 
"You don't need the videos, I'm right here," Shoto mumbles. Well, the videos probably look nice. The ones he'd seen were pretty hot. If the hero thing fell through, they could definitely have a career in porn.

His point is, he's fucking horny too. He's used to getting dicked down at least once a day, if not more.
 
"What, you're gonna give me a show then?" he teased. Though, phone sex or even just seeing his fiancè masturbate through a screen would be pretty hot.

His cock already stirred in his sweats at the idea of it. He didn't want to start anything before Shoto even got a chance to eat, though. "Want dick pics?" he grinned.
 
"Shit, I might," Shoto says, even though a blush creeps up his face. He'd gotten a lot braver over the course of their relationship, but phone sex would be kind of new. Would he get too embarrassed without Katsuki's hands on him to keep him in the moment.

"Yes," he answers, shamelessly, before his blush gets even darker. He ducks his head, and is thankful for the knock on the door that distracts him.

"Stay there," he says, like Katsuki could go anywhere, before climbing up from the futons to go fetch is soba.

He tips the delivery person and comes back, looking much better now that he's got food and his fiancé.
 
Katsuki definitely wasn't going anywhere and while he waited for Shoto to return, he pulled down his sweats beneath his balls and strokes himself languidly. Touching himself without Shoto taking over halfway into it felt wrong, like his own hand wasn't meant to touch his dick.

It took a while to harden, but while Shoto was preoccupied collecting his dinner, Katsuki had pulled up some lewd photos of his fiancè to masturbate to. When his cock was stiff and heavy in the palm of his hand, he nonchalantly took a few pics. He knew the most flattering angles by now, and this picture had a bonus of a bead of pre-cum sitting at the slit of his cock.

That scene was safely out of the frame when Shoto came back. "I'll send you the pics later," he grinned, letting his erection flop against his belly. He'd let it deflate on its own. He tucked a hand beneath his head. "How's the food?"
 
Shoto arched an interested eyebrow at the idea of Katsuki sending him pics later. He wondered how many his fiancé had just hanging around on his phone, waiting for a moment like this.

Or ... had he just taken them now? Shoto had no way of knowing. But he silently told his cock to behave at the idea.

"Good," he answered. This soba was his lifeblood to the week he'd had. He sits on the bed, cross legged, so he can talk to Katsuki while he eats. Fuck, he missed him so bad. He was glad they'd decided to work together instead of separate agencies. He didn't think he'd survive being separated like this on the regular.

"How was your day?"
 
Katsuki smiled stupidly. It was honestly telling that he could just stare at Shoto like this and break out into one of his rare smiles. But he couldn't help it, not when his fiancé looked that cute eating soba. Had it been anyone else, Katsuki probably would have made some inflammatory comment about how they were chewing too loud or something.

"Boring," he mumbled. "I'm already leagues better than all the interns here." He couldn't wait to just skip all the bullshit and actually have his own agency someday.

"Raccoon Eyes texted me," Katsuki said as he rested a hand behind his head. "Said you were being grumpy." He chuckled in a way that brought up that deep, bedroom drawl.
 
Shoto believed him. Katsuki talked big, and some of their colleges thought he couldn't back it up, but Shoto knew he could. He thought it was very likely that the two of them and probably Midoriya could have skipped university altogether, but he also thought they needed this leg of education for different reasons.

"I know," he says. In a kind of twisted way, he's glad Katsuki's bored. It will bring him home faster.

"Of course I'm grumpy," he grumbles, before slurping up more soba. "I'm missing my daily dose of orgasms."
 
Katsuki couldn't help but snort at how Shoto acted like he deserved an orgasm everyday or something by the way he was pouting so petulantly like that. "We bought so much shit at the sex shop, you're not gonna use any of that?" he asked in disbelief.

Then again, he understood how Shoto felt because his hand couldn't replicate the way his fiancé felt wrapped around his cock. He masturbated to take the edge off, but they were quick and honestly more of an annoying routine than anything else.

He flipped through his phone for the dick pics he had to send to Shoto, zooming up on his eyes and forehead in the process of doing so. "There," he chuckled. "Go finger-blast yourself to those for a while until I come home and fuck you hard myself." He did think of the alternative. "I have a free day in two days. You wanna meet halfway?" God, the way he worded it sounded like it was a Tinder hook-up or something.
 
"No," Shoto answered, still pouting. He could get off by himself, but he was so trained to Katsuki these days that he didn't think he could. Hell, sometimes all Katsuki had to do was tell him to cum and he would, untouched.

He pulls up the text notification before he even really remembers that Katsuki said he'd send him dick pics. He almost chokes. How had he already forgotten just how goddamn mouthwatering his fiancé's cock was.

"Fuck Katsu," he mutters. Then nods when he processes what the other said. "Yes. Of course I'll meet you." For sex, for a night in his lovers arms, all of it.
 
Katsuki couldn't help but smirk when he saw Shoto's genuine reaction to opening his dick pics. Even if he was the undeniable top in their relationship, it always stroked his ego to see Shoto still enamored with his dick.

"That sounds dirty," he chuckled. "Like we're meeting for a Tinder hook-up or something."

He didn't know why that made his dick stir as much as it did. "You wanna spend the night together? I'll just see you off the next morning."
 
"Well we kind of are," Shoto says. He's still looking through the pictures Katsuki sent him, and obviously isn't unfazed. Doesn't matter how many times he's seen this cock, had it down his throat or up his ass, it's the best thing he's ever seen.

He glances up at his fiancé again and nods. Of course he'll spend the night. He needs the sleep. Even if they both have to split when the sun rises, it's better than heading home to a cold bed.

"This kind of reminds me of High School," he says, smirking slightly. "Looking for any excuse to be alone."
 
"It's easier than high school," he amended with a slight smirk. In high school, they couldn't just rent love motels and stay over without garnering some suspicion from Katsuki's mother especially. "But, yeah," Katsuki agreed. "The sex is better, too." Now that they knew what the other person liked, they weren't just horny teenagers pawing at each other cluelessly.

Staying apart from Shoto was arguably the hardest part about the internship. Phone calls weren't enough, only serving to intensify his yearning, and Katsuki hadn't even beat his meat to save himself for the day.

And when it finally came, Katsuki felt like he was going on a first date all over again. He dressed in a pair of black jeans shredded over his knees, a plain white shirt, and a gray Champion sweater pulled over that. He'd just recently started getting into a bit of streetwear and all, what with his obsession to be the best. Looking his best came with the territory too.

Katsuki waited at the designated spot they decided they would meet at, a cafè just outside the station. He'd already bought Shoto's drink but the iced tea was starting to get watered down.
 
Shoto hadn't put much thought into his style post highschool uniforms, but he'd ended up with an array of black jeans from either Mina or Katsuki, and usually paired them with fitted shirts or oversized sweaters, depending on the weather. Today it's a quarter sleeved, dark blue henley, and there's a black and pink braided bracelet around his right wrist from Mina. Friendship bracelet - she had a red and white one.

His hair has gotten long enough to pull back, so that's how he's been wearing it lately, out of his face the way Katsuki likes. Mina says it makes his resting bitch face worse.

He's late. Some idiot on his internship team had made a processing mistake and Shoto had cleaned it up rather than waste even more time waiting on him. He'll get an ear full for it later but whatever.

He squeezes passed a woman walking with two children to turn the corner for the cafe, checking the directions on his phone again to make sure he's headed the right way, and almost runs right into his lover.

"Oh," he says, catching his feet, and then grinning like the lovesick idiot he is. "Hi."
 
Katsuki had been letting Shoto's drink melt in his hand, the condensation getting all over him. He was just about to text Shoto, asking where he was, when his lover nearly barreled right into him and almost made Katsuki drop his iced tea.

"Shit," he cursed instinctively, but then that hardened expression fell away into a dumb grin when he looked at Shoto. How had it only been a week, when it felt like he hadn't seen him in forever? He wiped the dumb expression on his face and feigned anger. "You're late," he muttered, no heat behind his words. He couldn't even act angry around Shoto anymore. "Your iced tea melted and everything, brat."

He shoved the drink into Shoto's hands, eager to be rid of it, and kissed the side of his lover's temple, not wanting to seem too excited. Katsuki Bakugo was still trying not to act like a god damn sap around his fiance.

"You look..." he looked a little constipated as he checked Shoto over. Distance made things weird. "Nice."

Why was he so damn nervous?
 
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Shoto's mismatched eyes lit up the moment Katsuki's normal 'I hate everyone' expression fades into something only he gets. It doesn't last long, it never does, but it's enough to make him feel warm.

His own grin falters when Katsuki mentions that he's late, edging away to irritation. "I know," he says. He took the tea that was shoved at him, and used the trick Katsuki had taught him to keep drinks nice and frosty.

His smile comes back at the kiss pressed to his temple, small and shy. "Thank you," he says, for the drink. It's one of his favorites.

The way Katsuki looks at him has Shoto arching an eyebrow, and glancing down at himself. Suddenly, he's put off his game too. "Was I ... not supposed to?"
 
"I mean your face looks nice," Katsuki amended, almost wishing he hadn't given the drink away because now he has nowhere to put his hands. This was somehow more awkward than a Tinder hook-up because he was fumbling in front of his own damn fiance.

He settled for slinging his arm around Shoto's shoulders casually, whisking him away from the crowded corner. "You wanna get something to eat?" he asked. They hadn't gone on a date in a while, and though Katsuki seemed like he was walking around aimlessly, he'd already done his research about the area and pinpointed where many of the best local eateries were.

"Or we could watch a movie," Katsuki said as if he hadn't planned it. "I dunno, the hell do couples do on dates?"
 
"Oh," Shoto says, then flushes lightly. He'd been so excited to see Katsuki he hadn't expected this kind of awkwardness. But they'd never really done this. Met up somewhere like this. They were always just kind of in the same place at the same time. Being apart was weird.

Katsuki's arm goes around his shoulders, and that relaxes him. He sips on his tea while they walk, and nods along with his fiancé's ideas. "Both, I think? Dinner and a movie and fuck." It wasn't like they'd never been on dates, they were just few and far between.
 
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