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for the love of my life
Eijirou’s plan after finishing grad school is to move to a different city. Move away and move on.
With a car full of necessities, some sentimental keepsakes, and a whole lot of feelings he might never get off his chest.
Well, that was the plan.
Until Katsuki shows up to his farewell party — suddenly single and wearing that.
Eijirou is blindsided by glitter on creamy skin, holographic fishnets, and a crop top that’s gonna get a lot of boys into so much trouble so fucking fast. But he manages to keep his cool because god knows he’s had three long years of practice.
The rest of the guys aren’t nearly as composed.
Tetsu is the first of many dominoes to fall.
“Holy shit,” he says.
Well. He tries to say that. What actually ends up happening is that Tetsu drools out a mouthful of beer right back into his solo cup and it sounds more like, “Hnngh shug-gh.”
Eijirou gives him a look.
“Oh my god,” Tetsu splutters, oblivious to the spit running down his chin. “Shindo’s gonna be pissed.”
But his wide eyes are glued to Katsuki’s beautiful ass, lingering on how those perfect cheeks are half hanging out of tight little pink velvet shorts.
“I guess it’s a good thing they broke up recently,” Hanta shrugs.
He’s also looking at where Katsuki is standing in the kitchen talking to Camie. Hanta’s a little more subtle about it, but Ei still catches him glancing down at those long, graceful legs.
“Okay. So you’re telling me he’s single right now. Wearing that.” Judging by the tightness in his voice and the look on Tetsu’s face, he’s thinking many thoughts and none of them are sacred.
“You know what I heard him say earlier?” Monoma pipes up, annoyingly helpful. “First thing he said when he walked in: ‘I’m not leaving this party until someone snaps my back like a glowstick — and I don’t care who.’”
Monoma might be a jackass on his best day but he isn’t a liar.
Their heads swivel so fast in Katsuki’s direction and the motion sends a physical woosh of air sweeping across the room, hot with horny ill-intent.
Eijirou scowls. He’s friends with a bunch of vultures.
Up until that point, Shindo was their bro and Katsuki was always Off-Limits™. It had been that way for three years.
But now? Shindo is currently 85% Katsuki’s ex and only 25% their bro, out of sight and effectively out of mind. And Katsuki is easily the hottest little thing anyone has ever seen.
And after three years, he’s finally single.
He’s always been someone else’s boyfriend. But now that things are different, Eijirou is about to leave.
Eijirou starts to doubt if moving is actually good for his future. Katsuki lives here and will stay in the city for a while. He’s just finished his third year of college.
Despite all that, he can’t let go of what he’s always felt. He’s known for a long time that no one else will ever come close to the way Katsuki makes him feel.
Still, Eijirou had been so ready to push all of that aside tonight and say a bittersweet goodbye as friends. They would exchange fond but overly optimistic promises to stay in touch, yes of course I’ll see you if I end up back in town, good luck with all your future plans, blah blah blah, all that nice bullshit.
Bullshit that is now flinging itself into the trash because it’s Eijirou’s last night here and all of a sudden Katsuki’s single. And it’s so hard not to read into the timing — especially because just a month ago, Katsuki had looked about ready to cry when he broke the news of finalizing his new lease.
Eijirou broke the news and that was when Katsuki slowly stopped answering his texts.
Right up until that morning. Eijirou had scrolled past all of his unanswered messages with his heart in his throat and asked a simple question, reaching through the heavy, confusing radio silence with nothing but platonic hope:
“You gonna make it tonight? It’d be nice to see you.”
It’d be nice to say goodbye.
He’d been prepared for the worst.
But instead, Katsuki texted back, lightning quick:
“Of course I’ll be there, you shitty-haired jock. What do you take me for.”
Eijirou had been relieved. He told himself he could at least look forward to some closure.
But now —
Katsuki shifts his weight on one leg, canting his hip to the side.
The fuzzy pink pom-poms on his sneakers flutter and the adorable keychains jingle on the zippers of his tiny holographic backpack. His perfect round ass bounces ever so slightly.
A collective shudder runs through all of the men in the room. Eijirou is about to lose his mind.
He has a plan, goddamn it.
But the wolves are circling after that haunting declaration of ‘I don’t care who’ and the thought of anyone else touching Katsuki has him seeing red.
With a crop top that says break my hole not my heart in bubbly baby blue font, Katsuki makes it painfully clear what he wants tonight.
And with total awareness of how fast word travels in a school as big as theirs, let alone at a party with only fifty people, the first thing he said when he walked into Eijirou’s house was: “I’m not leaving until someone snaps my back like a glowstick — and I don’t care who.”
Message received, loud and clear.
It’s either you or I rebound on one of these shitty losers.
Eijirou has two options: stick to his plan and watch Katsuki run off with some chump. Or he can go with the flow and take a chance.
Tetsu moves in the corner of his eye and Eijirou makes his decision on the spot.
He places a palm firmly on his best friend’s chest, stopping Tetsu in his tracks, and gives him a hard stare.
“You can talk to him later,” Eijirou says through a tight smile, knowing full well that he’s not letting Katsuki out of his sight for the rest of the evening. “He and I have some things we need to settle.”
Tetsu squares his jaw. For a second, it looks like he might argue. But he catches the sincere determination in Eijirou’s eyes. Understanding dawns in that moment — it’s clear that his own murky intentions of a possible one-night stand wouldn’t hold a candle to Eijirou’s unspoken feelings.
He shrugs easily enough and steps aside.
“I hear you, bro.”
Eijirou nods curtly and makes his way across the room. He must have a terrifying look on his face because all the guys who’d been on a path to the kitchen scatter in different directions when they see him. It takes a single glare to clear the way before he’s standing right behind Katsuki.
Warmth floods Eijirou’s chest as soon as he catches a whiff of his intoxicating sweet scent. Katsuki always smells so good. But tonight, the air around him makes Eijirou’s mouth fucking water.
He puts on a smile and swallows past the feeling.
“You made it.”
Katsuki whips around and — oh fuck, those eyes.
He’s wearing eyeliner, smokey and dark. Gold glitter shimmers around the breathtaking radiance of deep red with each flutter of his long lashes. It makes the shape of his eyes look even sharper, more cat-like than ever, so fucking gorgeous Eijirou wonders how he’s gonna make it through the night with any coherent thoughts.
But he finds his confidence when Katsuki looks up at him, brows knitted. His pretty face flushes with nervous uncertainty, tinged with something almost hopeful.
“Of course I made it,” he grumbles, stubborn. His nose scrunches in a way that makes Eijirou want to bend down and kiss him. But everything Katsuki does always makes him feel like that.
“Oh! I just remembered,” Camie pipes up, eyes darting knowingly between the two of them. “I have muffins I need to butter. Banana muffins, honey muffins, vegan muffins, muffins with those little raisins that nobody likes. You know the ones. So I’m gonna go ahead aaaand —”
“Alright, fuck off,” Katsuki snaps, cheeks burning.
Camie scampers away with a wink, which makes Eijirou exhale a weak laugh. Now he’s wondering if he’s been so obvious all these years.
But he has very little room left for second thoughts when Katsuki glares up at him with renewed impatience.
“The fuck, Eijirou? You really thought I wouldn’t show up on your last night here?” he growls, with the type of anger that’s genuine instead of the usual bluster that’s just for show.
Eijirou frowns. He thinks of the past month of cold silence.
But a lot has clearly happened during that time.
He shakes his head and refuses to linger on it with any bitterness. Katsuki’s here now and that’s all that matters.
“It’s not that. I’m really glad to see you tonight,” he says softly, patiently, even though time isn’t a luxury he has. “I just … you’ve had a lot to deal with lately. I understand if you need space.”
Katsuki’s jaw clicks shut. His eyes become unnaturally steady, void of the expressiveness that Eijirou is honest to god hopelessly in love with. It’s a very big tell. After three years, he can read him like a book. All feelings and unspoken tension aside, they’re friends. Good friends. So Eijirou knows when Katsuki’s walls are about to go up.
But he also knows how to earn passage through that barrier.
So he smiles gently and leads with his heart.
“Katsuki. Can we please talk? I don’t think I can leave tomorrow without … clearing up some things with you.”
Katsuki takes his bottom lip between his teeth. The slender ring wrapped around the center of soft peachy-pink catches the light, glimmers like his pale hair. Eijirou knows that no matter what happens tonight, he’ll continue to see Katsuki in every glimpse of sunshine and gold.
Whichever way he looks at it, he’s fucked. Completely and totally head over heels. He might as well be honest about it while he has a shot.
“Fine,” Katsuki sighs.
Eijirou moves towards the backdoor, figuring that the patio is as good a place as any to do this. He feels a slender hand wrap around his wrist.
When he turns back, Katsuki can’t seem to meet his eyes.
“It’s … probably quieter in your room,” he mumbles, unusually shy.
Slowly, very slowly, Eijirou nods.
Katsuki wants to be alone — in his room.
The two of them have never been completely alone before.
His heart is racing.
“Yeah. Okay. My room.”
They make their way upstairs. The noise of the party trails after them, growing dimmer with every step as the light softens to a sleepy periwinkle blue. Walking side by side, Katsuki doesn’t let go of Eijirou’s wrist until his bedroom door clicks shut behind them.
It’s a different world up here compared to the lively, colourful party downstairs. The dark space is full of boxes and luggage, removed of any personal touches that used to make it Eijirou’s Room.
Katsuki glances around and fidgets with his backpack straps. He looks so small standing in the middle of all that clutter. The light coming through the window illuminates the shimmer dusted across his soft skin. Eijirou wonders how easy it would be for all that glitter to stick to his palms.
“Sorry for the mess,” he clears his throat. “Here, I still have my desk chair —”
He’s about to pull up a seat for Katsuki. But the pretty little blond takes a decisive step towards the bed. He plops down and the sound of keychains and things rattling around in his tiny backpack bounces against the insides of Eijirou’s head.
Katsuki gives him a look that makes him dizzy.
“I’m not gonna fucking bite you,” he murmurs, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
Eijirou tries very hard not to look at the way those pink shorts bunch up around supple thighs, or the way iridescent fishnets trace every curve up and down the most beautiful legs he’s ever seen.
Maybe I’m the one who bites, Katsuki.
But he sits down, a respectful distance away. He angles his body forward, one leg off the bed and turns on a lamp. He faces Katsuki and resists a shudder.
He’s gorgeous in any light. But right now, in the soft and tender glow pulsing through the space between them, Eijirou sees in Katsuki everything he’s ever wanted but has been too afraid to ask for.
“You wanna talk,” Katsuki huffs, cheeks pink.
Eijirou takes a deep breath and gets straight to the point.
“You and Shindo broke up.”
Katsuki narrows his eyes.
“Yeah — I broke up with him.”
Katsuki tells the truth in one hot breath but it takes a minute for everything to register.
It had been Katsuki’s decision.
Three years, just like that.
It couldn’t have been easy.
Eijirou had never even entertained the thought — because Katsuki’s happiness will always come first.
His chest feels way too tight.
“But … why?”
“Why the fuck do you think?” Katsuki whines.
His broken voice knocks Eijirou’s composure off balance — it’s a high, fluttering sound, watery along the edges, full of a desperate and nameless thing that makes him ache with hope that he’s never allowed himself to feel.
But tonight is different.
Before he can really think, he’s reaching out to place a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, whispering soothing murmurs. His heart leaps up to his throat when Katsuki sniffles and leans against his touch, drawing closer until Eijirou’s arm is wrapped around him fully.
“Katsuki … I don’t wanna have to guess.”
Eijirou lungs burn with the spice of cinnamon, the sting of it softened by the fullness of sweet vanilla frosting. They’re so close. His voice sounds so low, rumbling from the centre of his chest, made rough by weakening restraint.
“I need to hear it. I need to hear it from you.”
Katsuki hesitates. When his answer comes, it’s wobbly and frustrated — not at Eijirou, not even at himself, but maybe he’s grown impatient with all the things that seem difficult to admit after so many years.
“… I’m not asking you to stay.”
“I understand that,” Eijirou nods. His stomach dips but he prods further, gently. “Katsuki, I just want to know how you feel. That’s all that matters to me. The rest can come later.”
There’s a long sigh against his chest — warm breath ghosting past cotton to sink into bare skin underneath — and this time Eijirou can’t hold back a shudder of desire.
Katsuki takes that as a sign and surges forward. Arms loop around Eijirou’s neck, the pleasant weight of a warm familiar body settling in his lap, the slightly cold tip of a nose nuzzling into the side of his neck.
He whispers and Eijirou can feel his heart break when he hears how scared Katsuki sounds.
“Fuck, Eiji … am I too late?”
His arms tighten around Katsuki’s small frame.
He looks over the fluff of blond hair pressed against his chest, eyes trailing over the stacks of boxes around them, ghostly rectangles on the walls where posters used to hang. His closet sits open and empty, eager to swallow darkness into its corners as if that could somehow conceal all its emptiness.
Everything in his life has been put away neatly. Folded, rolled up, taped shut, ready to be placed where it can all breathe new air. Everything material, at least. But his weight set is one thing and his heart is another.
One can be taken apart and put back together in the span of an afternoon. The other is shapeless, existing in a nebulous state of vulnerability that he can’t run from or shove into a box, and god knows he’s fucking tried. There’s no running, not even in his private moments, and especially not when he’s face to face with Katsuki like this.
The decision is an easy one.
Eijirou sees that the tangible stuff can be sorted out just as easily as it can be packed and put away. But when it comes to people — when it comes to Katsuki — chances like this are once in a lifetime.
If Katsuki can have the courage to go out on a limb, then he can at least figure this out as they go. In the meantime, he can be honest too.
“Katsuki,” he breathes roughly, nuzzling his face into soft, fragrant blond hair. He squeezes his eyes shut, holds Katsuki close, closer than he’s ever allowed himself to feel, and finally chooses to be a bit selfish for once.
“It’s never too late,” he presses a kiss to the crown of his head. “Fuck, it could never be too late. Don’t you ever think that. Not when it comes to you and me.”
Katsuki lets out a stuttering breath, lips grazing against Eijirou’s pulse.
“Don’t you f-fucking say shit you don’t mean,” he growls, words cracking along the edges, unsteady with disbelief. A hand fists into the collar of Eijirou’s shirt, grappling for balance.
Eijirou can’t blame him — this barely feels real. But he never wants Katsuki to doubt him or his intentions.
He takes Katsuki’s hand and draws it up to place a kiss against his knuckles, lingering on the softness he finds over the angular dips.
“I’ll always be honest with you,” Eijirou promises.
Katsuki shifts to look up at him. His brows are drawn into a scowl, cheeks rosy gold in the lamplight. Those red eyes never fail to leave Eijirou breathless.
“I’m —” he purses his lips together, flushing all the way down to his collarbones. “I’m — fuckin’ sorry for not texting you and … I just. Fuck. I had to sort some shit out, okay?”
“I understand. I get it,” Eijirou smiles gently, reaching up to run his fingers through blond hair. God, it feels so good to finally touch.
“And … ‘m sorry,” Katsuki mumbles, eyes darting down shyly. But he shifts closer, until he’s all the way in Eijirou’s lap. “Eiji … I’m sorry I waited so long. It’s … fuck. Fuck. I feel like I fucked up — but this shit is so confusing. Was confusing. Not anymore. I get it now — it should’ve been you , god, I’m s-so fucking —”
“Hey, hey. Shhh. It’s okay. I don’t want you to regret anything.” Eijirou rubs soothing circles into the back of his neck, nuzzling up the side of Katsuki’s hair, lips grazing the delicate loops and studs nestled in the cartilage of his ear. “You haven’t done anything wrong, okay? You have nothing to apologize for, Katsuki. I’m just …”
He laughs, full and open, exuding a genuine lightness that he hadn’t been prepared to feel tonight.
“I’m so happy. You make me so happy.”
Eijirou grins, eyes shining with the kind of relief that only comes with truth.
“Katsuki, you’ve always made me happy.”
Katsuki blushes, nose scrunching up.
“I could make you happier.”
Katsuki pulls himself up by Eijirou’s shoulders and kisses him.
Yeah, Katsuki’s right.
That does make him happier.
Eijirou’s eyes flutter closed, a small noise escapes his throat — surprise, pleasure, disbelief, god that feels so good — and he’s pressing his lips right against Katsuki’s. Everything is warm and soft, he tastes so sweet, there’s sticky lipgloss everywhere. He licks it into his mouth, finally feels what that tempting little lip ring feels like on his tongue, groans when Katsuki sucks sharply on his skin. His hands move on their own, one wrapping around Katsuki’s hip, the other threading firmly through blond hair.
Eijirou tilts his head back and slips a tongue into that gorgeous little mouth — has a kiss ever felt this right the first time?
Katsuki whimpers, sucks around him eagerly, it’s such a sweet and tender sound. Eijirou feels it stir something deep in his gut.
“Fuck — wanted to kiss you for so long,” Eijirou whispers, absolutely wrecked.
His hand fists into blond hair. He yanks — just a little bit, not enough to hurt — but the pull arches Katsuki’s body right into him as he slips in and out of the hot, velvet space of his open mouth. Katsuki tightens his lips around Eijirou’s tongue and god, that goes straight down to his dick.
The whole room sounds wet.
Then Katsuki is straddling him, there are open palms underneath his shirt, fingers are tangled in between crisscrossing fishnet threads, and those little pink shorts hide nothing. Katsuki rocks his hips and Eijirou feels a hard press against his abs.
He growls into Katsuki’s mouth and reaches down to feel where his shorts have completely bunched up over his ass, kneading at the softness there with a large hand.
Katsuki fucking moans.
Eijirou pulls back from the kiss like he’s been electrocuted, panting roughly when their lips come apart with a sloppy, wet noise.
He wore sweatpants tonight and there’s no pretending that his dick isn’t begging to get inside Katsuki right then and there. But Eijirou’s still clinging to a little bit of sense, frail as it is, more fragile still when he draws back and sees just how messy Katsuki already looks.
His lips are swollen, the entire bottom half of his pretty face is rubbed raw from Eijirou’s stubble, there’s glitter lip gloss everywhere, and his eyes are burning with open lust.
Eijirou groans.
“Katsuki … if you just wanna make out, we’re gonna have to stop right here,” he laughs weakly.
He’s always been a gentleman — if he had things his way, he’d prefer to take this as slow as possible.
But Katsuki came tonight — came to Eijirou — wearing a tiny crop top that says break my hole not my heart and it turns Eijirou into a simpler guy who’s been in love for too long, finally realizing that his self-control has limits.
Katsuki gives him a hot, little glare, and fuck it’s just the perfect amount of brattiness that never fails to get him worked up. Eijirou’s mind is spinning.
“What if that’s not what I want?” Katsuki snarls, pressing closer, like any distance between them is a crime.
Eijirou hums thoughtfully, tracing a fingertip along the waistband of pink shorts. “Okay … then what do you want, Katsuki?”
He holds his breath, feels his own heavy gaze when Katsuki flushes and hesitates. Eijirou knows the answer to the question — he also just wants to hear it from Katsuki’s pretty lips.
“You. Just … you.”
Eijirou glances down quickly.
“Just me, huh?”
“Ugh, don’t give me that smug look.”
“Then tell me what you really want. I promise I’ll give it to you.”
“Eiji …”
Katsuki lets out a strangled noise. Eijirou can feel his dick jump through those tiny shorts. He can only tease him for so much longer.
So he rolls his hips up slightly, presses up gently into Katsuki’s soft ass with a tangible reassurance.
“Yeah?” Eijirou murmurs through a hazy smile.
Katsuki’s pupils blow impossibly wide. He pants, lips parting softly, the tip of his tongue darting out.
“Eiji … I want you to fuck me.”
Eijirou lets out a foreign, dark sound from deep within his chest, a rocky, possessive growl that might have scared him if he wasn’t so fucking gone.
“Katsuki … is that what all this is for?”
After hearing those hot, heavy words right from Katsuki’s lips, Eijirou finally gives himself permission to really look.
His eyes rake over the lilac crop top. It hugs every curve of Katsuki’s unbelievable pecs. The stretchy fabric is so revealing, thin enough to show the perky little nipples underneath and the outline of piercings that Eijirou has only ever glanced at a handful of times before. Now his eyes linger with blatant longing, lost in thoughts of how those little buds would feel between his fingers and underneath his tongue.
Katsuki’s abs are on full display — so much tight, soft golden skin, dusted with iridescence in the most kissable places — fishnets coming up past the waistband to wrap around the bottom of his slender torso, trailing down, down, all the way down across supple thighs that are wrapped around his hips in the most breathtaking way.
And god, those fucking shorts.
They could barely be considered clothes. Especially now. The velvety fabric is squeezed in between the tantalizing dips where Katsuki’s hips bend, riding up the inside of his thighs, perfectly wrapped around the outline of his hard cock.
The cherry on top is the thing that really takes Eijirou by surprise: a diamond-studded choker, pale blue and glowing around Katsuki’s slender neck. Glossy letters dangle from the center ( B A B Y ), each individual piece anchored to the velvet neckpiece with delicate teardrop pearls.
He’s never been much for fancy jewelry — but Katsuki is definitely the kind of precious thing that deserves to be dripping in stars and light.
Eijirou thumbs over the letters that spell B A B Y, watches them dangle against Katsuki’s neck, and lets himself fantasize about all the dirty little things that could mean.
When his eyes finally make their way back up, Katsuki has a triumphant smirk on his kiss-swollen lips — the look he truly wears best.
“I got your attention, didn’t I?”
Eijirou grins back, feeling drunk and hopeless.
“God, yes. When you walked in here tonight … it was really hard to be a good guy and ...” he licks his lips and lets out a filthy moan, “... not look.”
Katsuki takes his jaw in one hand and shakes him lightly.
“Maybe I want you to look.”
“Me and every single guy downstairs who wants to fuck your brains out?”
Katsuki only grins wider.
“Since when do I ever halfass anything?”
“Never. You’re the fuckin’ best.” Eijirou traces a finger around Katsuki’s choker. He draws him into a quick kiss by the nape of the neck and whispers against his lips, “Baby, huh?”
Mischief glimmers in Katsuki’s eyes.
“What about it?”
“S’that what you want me to call you?”
“Tch. Do I have to spell everything out for you?”
“Maybe I just wanna hear you say something a little sexy, hmm?”
Katsuki whines softly, lashes fluttering against Eijirou’s cheek.
“So what is it, baby? Did you put on all these pretty things just for me?”
“I put all this shit on so you can take them off.”
Eijirou wraps a hand around his neck and squeezes gently.
“Fuck, Katsuki. You’re so fucking hot.”
“I know I am. Do something about it.”
Eijirou cups his ass in two large hands and stands, lifting Katuki with one easy pull until his legs are fully wrapped around. Katsuki lets out a needy whine as he hangs onto Ejirou’s shoulders.
“Let’s get your cute little backpack off first, hmm?”
Eijirou sits Katsuki against him with one arm and uses his other hand to slip the backpack straps off his shoulders. He places the tiny thing on his nightstand, and gives Katsuki a smug wink. Then Eijirou tosses him on the bed.
He bounces on the pillowtop with an attractive yelp but Eijirou doesn’t give him time to protest. He follows him down, slots himself between Katsuki’s legs, and kisses him senseless.
Eijirou feels like he’s on fire when Katsuki shifts underneath him, spreading his legs wider to make room for Eijirou’s ridiculously large body. His pretty blond firecracker leans up to kiss him back just as fiercely, tugging at the collar of his loose t-shirt.
“Off. Take this off,” he mumbles in between needy, open-mouthed kisses.
Eijirou groans and presses down, feels the thrill of their combined weight dipping into the mattress, and pulls away from Katsuki’s lips like it physically pains him to be inches away.
“Anything you want, baby.”
He shifts to his knees, leaning back so that he can reach behind and tug off his shirt. Eijirou whips the fabric somewhere on the floor.
Katsuki’s lips part in a silent oh as his greedy eyes roam across Eijirou’s torso.
He’s never felt hotter in his whole life.
“Fuck, Eiji …” Katsuki moans, letting his hands explore the wide expanse of sun-kissed skin and packed muscle, lingering on the dark hairs trailing down his abs. He licks his lips, “You’re so big.”
That makes something swell inside Eijirou’s chest and he can barely keep it together. His lips twitch into a smile.
“Yeah, you like what you see?”
Katsuki glares at him.
“You’re so fucking hot, it makes me angry.”
Eijirou presses down closer so that Katsuki has to spread his legs even wider.
“And you’re cute when you’re angry.”
“Shut up and fucking touch me.”
Eijirou grins. Oh, he’s so in love.
“Yes, baby.”
He leans down, crowding Katsuki’s much smaller frame inside the width of his shoulders. He slots his lips right underneath the curve of his jaw, inhales the mouthwatering taste of frosting that's concentrated there, and sucks. Hard.
“A-Aaah, fuck. Eiji ..!”
Katsuki’s gasps and his name sounds so pretty like that. Eijirou wants more.
His hands wrap around the back of Katsuki’s thighs and he pushes them up and down, until he’s folded right in half. Fuck, he’s flexible. The position raises his distracting ass to the perfect level — just the right spot for Eijirou to grind his cock into.
The first roll of his hips is slow, testing the give of those soft cheeks.
Katsuki fucking mewls.
“Holy shit — you can’t be that big.”
Eijirou groans and loses it.
He angles his hips just right, finds the place where his cock slots right in between Katsuki’s ass cheeks, right there where his little hole is waiting behind thin pink fabric — and Eijirou grinds down, rolls his entire body so that the full weight of his hips snaps through the motion, hitting that little spot over and over with the clothed length of his rock hard cock.
Katsuki’s jaw drops.
“Eiji,” he gurgles, knees trembling where they’re still pressed down up to his shoulders.
Eijirou grunts, letting go of one of Katsuki’s legs to cup his face gently.
“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” he rasps, nuzzling their noses together. He doesn’t stop grinding into Katsuki’s asshole — he can’t stop. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby. Gonna take my goddamn time with you.”
Katsuki shivers.
“You’re so fuckin’ small under me,” Eijirou groans harshly. He pushes forward with his hips and that’s all it takes to jostle Katsuki a little bit further up the bed. “Could pound you right through my goddamn mattress.”
“W-Why don’t you,” Katsuki gasps. His arms are shaking around Eijirou’s neck.
“If that’s what you want,” Eijirou kisses him, messy and wet with urgency. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Katsuki whines and rolls his hips up to meet Eijirou’s thrusts.
“I … aaah, w-want —” he’s panting raggedly beside Eijirou’s ear. “— o-ooh, want you … to have your way with me.”
Eijirou sighs, brows knitting together because his dick starts leaking just hearing that.
“Baby … I don’t think you have any idea what I wanna do to you.”
Katsuki bites his lip and flutters his fucked out, pretty eyes.
“Maybe I wanna find out.”
With a pained moan, Eijirou slows his hips. He reaches down and takes Katsuki’s chin, angling his face so they’re looking directly at each other.
“Katsuki, listen to me,” he sighs. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long. I'm not gonna half ass this. I don’t wanna hurt you —”
“I don’t mind a little pain,” Katsuki mewls, wiggling his ass.
God, what a brat.
Eijirou groans and grinds back down.
He loves it.
“Quit being so fuckin’ sexy for a minute and listen,” he chuckles. “I need you to tell me — be honest with me. I wanna make this good for you.” Eijirou gives him a hard look. “Pretty baby, I’ll always give you what you need. But you have to tell me how much you can handle. Tell me how you want it.”
Katsuki blushes, understanding exactly what Eijirou is asking for. Trust. Permission. He fidgets with his lip ring for a brief second of hesitation before finally finding his words.
“Slow,” he admits. “J-Just at first. Slow to start. But …”
Eijirou smiles and nods his encouragement.
“Mhmm. Yes, love. I can do that. But ..?”
Katsuki’s cheeks turn bright pink.
“Don’t laugh.”
“Love, I won’t. Promise. I’ll give you anything you ask.”
The red in Katsuki’s eyes is completely swallowed by the dark lust of glassy, blown out pupils.
“Eiji … go slow. But make it dirty.”
His vision goes dark at the edges. There’s hardly any blood pumping near his brain. He’s so turned on, it’s dizzying.
“Yeah ..?” he pants.
Katsuki nods.
“Yeah. You’re always so fucking respectful.”
Eijirou laughs.
“Because I adore you, Katsuki,” he confesses but it isn’t a revelation. They’ve both known for a while.
When Eijirou grins, it’s boyish and sweet, but there’s also something devious there.
“Too respectful, huh?” He likes a challenge, especially when it comes from Katsuki. “I can get nasty for you, sweetheart.”
Katsuki claws into his shoulders, keening with excitement.
“I want you to use me. Get me filthy, daddy.”
Eijirou’s vision tunnels. Yeah — that definitely does it for him.
“My fucking god, you’re unbelievable.”
He’s growling right in Katsuki’s face. He barely recognizes himself at that moment. Eijirou holds him by his jaw, squishes his cheeks and shakes until his lips are slightly pursed together.
If Katsuki wants him to be his daddy, then that’s exactly what Eijirou’s gonna give him.
“Such a pretty thing with such a dirty mouth.”
Katsuki whines and his fucked out eyes roll up into his head. Fuck, it’s so slutty and his dick has never been so hard. Eijirou’s absolutely ruined for anyone else.
He leans down and whispers into Katsuki’s ear, “I think I know what I wanna do to your nasty little mouth.” He places a tender kiss against his jawline. “Wanna suck daddy’s cock, pretty boy?”
Katsuki nods so hard, his hair flutters around Eijirou’s face.
“Please, daddy. Want you in my throat.”
Eijirou shivers.
“Shit, you can’t be real. So fucking perfect.”
He kisses him roughly then pushes off the bed. Eijirou hooks a finger through the small space inside Katsuki’s choker and eases him up from where he’s folded in half. God, what a pretty sight he makes on Eijirou’s sheets.
“On your hands and knees, baby.”
Katsuki obeys with a small, pliant sound, shifting into position until he’s right at the edge of the bed, lined up where Eijirou is standing.
Eijirou is tall enough that his hips are right above Katsuki’s eye level like this.
He groans when he catches the look of open hunger in those deep reds, trained right on the outline of his cock. Those gorgeous lips are parted softly, panting needy little puffs of air. Eijirou almost can’t believe this is happening.
But fuck, he’ll make the most of it.
“D’you have your lip gloss handy?” he coos, reaching down to pet Katsuki’s hair.
Katsuki glances over at his backpack.
“Y-Yeah.”
Eijirou’s voice is sweet and dark.
“Why don’t you put on some more? I want it all over my cock when I fuck your gorgeous face.”
Katsuki scrambles to his backpack. In his haste, he pulls the little accessory onto the bed by its straps, jingling the dozen keychains. He rips open the zipper and upends the backpack, dumping its contents onto the mattress like he can’t be bothered to take three seconds and look.
Everything is laid bare for Eijirou to see. He falls in love all over again.
There are condoms, some tubes of lip gloss —
“Jesus,” he clicks his tongue, reaching for caramel flavoured lube and a heart-shaped buttplug, all of it pink, so fucking cute, and begging to be used. “Oh, baby … all this for me, too?”
Katsuki’s hands are trembling as he takes one of his lip gloss tubes (gold shimmer to match his eyes) and gives a shaky nod.
“Please, Eiji. M’so fucking horny, I can’t think —”
“Shhh, I got you, baby. You don’t have to think.”
Eijirou wraps two large hands around his tiny waist, fingers overlapping, and flips Katsuki around in one smooth motion. Fuck, he’s so small — way too easy to throw around. His ass is right up in the air, hovering so close to the edge of the bed. Perfect for railing into.
Eijirou wants to destroy him.
“Pretty fuck toys don’t need a brain. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Katsuki moans out the dirtiest little squeal and Eijirou has to bite down on a groan. Oh, he’s absolutely going to push all the right buttons tonight.
“Make yourself useful,” Eijirou grunts, palming over a beautiful round ass cheek, reaching for the lube with his other hand. “Get your mouth ready for daddy — I want it sticky. Make it real sloppy for me, princess.”
There’s a click of solid plastic as Katsuki whines and tries to open his lip gloss tube while on his hands and knees.
Eijirou grins. He has no intention of making this easy for him.
He bunches Katsuki’s tight velvet shorts in a rough grip. “This is so hot, baby. You have more of these?”
Katsuki gives a shaky nod.
Eijirou spanks him.
“No. You answer me properly.”
Katsuki drops the lipgloss and chokes on his own spit.
“Y-Yes, daddy.”
Eijirou sighs fondly. He can get used to this.
“Good boy, Katsuki. Such a good boy. But I need you to get back to work.”
Katsuki shudders and manages to uncap the tube.
“And these?” Eijirou pulls on the fishnets and lets the elastic snap against his skin. “You have more of these, too?”
“Aaah … yes, daddy.”
“Good.”
Eijirou seizes two fistfuls of fabric and rips the shorts right down the middle, tearing the fishnets underneath.
Katsuki gasps. And judging from how wet that sounds, his mouth must already be a mess.
“Fuck — just when I thought you couldn’t get more perfect,” Eijirou snarls.
He thumbs over the lacy white thong now exposed to him, perfectly slotted in between the most delicious round cheeks. He traces featherlight circles where it’s covering that pretty little place. Slowly, gently, he pulls it to the side.
“Holy shit …”
Eijirou can’t really comprehend what he’s seeing.
It doesn’t look like anything’s ever been in there — Katsuki’s asshole is so unbelievably small . Perfectly hairless and petal pink, far too delicate. It almost seems wrong to try any of the twisted things that are now running wild in Eijirou’s head.
Eijirou presses his thumb right against the tightest hole he’s ever seen and groans when he feels it flutter.
“Gonna have a hell of a time trying to stuff myself in here,” he snarls, lips curling over his teeth.
That makes Katsuki arch his back, legs spreading even wider.
“Daddy, please.”
“Shhhh.”
Eijirou can barely hear him — his eyes never want to leave that gorgeous hole. He uncaps the lube and pours an obscene amount on his fingers. The air becomes saturated with the smell of caramel. His mouth waters.
“Keep yourself busy, baby boy,” he murmurs, warming the sweet, creamy fluid. “Daddy’s just gonna play with you for a little bit.”
He rubs soothing circles against the tight rim before squeezing in a fingertip.
“Nnngh ..!” Katsuki trembles, making garbled little sounds.
“What the fuck,” Eijirou grunts.
Katsuki is the softest, tightest thing he’s ever touched. He watches as his finger is swallowed, puffy pink wrapped snug around him, and the velvet heat alone could be enough to make him lose his mind. But the sight of it is something else. It’s fucking lecherous how big his finger looks, how eagerly Katsuki’s puckered rim squeezes around the gentle intrusion.
He pushes in further, groans brokenly at how ridiculously hot it feels, then slowly begins to pump the tip in and out.
Katsuki, the horny little shit, throws his hips back to sink all the way down to his knuckle.
Eijirou bares his teeth — fuuuck, that feels good — but he won’t tolerate misbehaving.
He curls over Katsuki’s spine and grips the back of his neck.
“Stop fucking moving,” he growls, pushing down until Katsuki’s face is smushed against the sheets. “What did I tell you? Keep yourself busy.”
“Haah, m’sorry — daddy, m’s-sorry. Y’just, haah, feel sooo good —”
“Oh, pretty baby. Already? I’m just getting started,” Eijirou clicks his tongue, pumps in and out, presses his fingertip greedily against hot, wet walls. “Is your little hole just that needy?”
Katsuki doesn’t even hesitate.
“Yes,” he moans, way too fucking loud. “Want you in me, daddy. Eiji, fuuuuck, need your cock, please — m’so ready — aaahh ..!”
Eijirou takes his hand off Katsuki’s neck, winds it through blond hair and yanks . Katsuki’s spine snaps up into a curve as he scrambles to steady himself.
“You know that’s not the plan,” Eijirou grunts.
As much as he wants to keep fingering Katsuki’s little fuckhole, Eijirou’s dick is getting impatient. He pulls out and grabs the tiny buttplug. Keeping his hold on Katsuki’s hair, he reaches down to feed the cute toy in between his glossy lips.
“Get it wet,” he orders.
Katsuki obeys, sucking so hard he pulls Eijirou’s fingers right up against his sticky lips.
“Fuck yeah,” Eijirou growls. “Thaaat’s it, princess. Use that mouth like I know you can.”
Katsuki gurgles, drooling all over the toy, some of it sliding out from the corner of his lips, wetting the tips of Eijirou’s fingers.
He needs that mouth on his cock.
Eijirou pulls the plug from Katsuki’s lips, shivers at the sticky sound it makes. He releases his hair and leans over, pressing a tender kiss against fluffy blond. Then he pulls back and pushes the dripping plug into Katsuki’s tiny wet hole.
Both of them groan as it’s sucked right into place. The sparkly pink heart sits perfectly, concealing puffy pink flesh.
Eijirou pats his ass tenderly.
“Alright, baby. Bring your mouth over here.”
Katsuki scrambles to turn himself around. He faces Eijirou just in time to see him pull down the waistband of his sweatpants until it’s tucked underneath the heaviest balls he’s ever seen.
“O-Oh …” he chokes, hazy eyes blowing wide and it almost seems to take a full minute for him to stare up and down the length of Eijirou’s menacing cock.
Eijirou appreciates Katsuki’s ravenous look for about half a second before his eyes settle on the outrageous mess that’s smeared across his lips — globs and streaks of rose-gold glitter, his mouth looks heavy with the stuff.
He can’t wait until all that shine is smeared across his skin.
“What do you think, baby?” Eijirou hums thoughtfully.
He takes the back of Katsuki’s head and pulls him forward — rests his cock right in the middle of his pretty face to confirm what he already knows: the whole thing is as long as Katsuki’s head and thick enough that his jaw will be in for a challenge.
But Katsuki’s eyes flutter rapidly as he opens his mouth and inhales Eijirou’s scent, nuzzling his cute little nose up and down the length of him.
Eijirou can’t wait any longer.
“Katsuki, pay attention.” He grips the back of his head. “You have to stop me if it’s too much. Okay? Do you understand?”
Katsuki doesn’t even look like he’s listening. He just darts out a pink tongue, already so far gone, and gives Eijirou the tiniest lick.
“Mmm, daddy … wanna suck.”
Eijirou groans and gives in.
“Shit. Tap my thigh if you need to breathe.”
He fists both hands in blond hair and slides between his lips. Just like Katsuki asked, he goes slow.
He has to — his cock looks like it could break Katsuki’s jaw.
But his little firecracker takes it like a natural.
Katsuki opens up as wide as possible, slips his tongue against Eijirou, and wraps those glossy lips around to suck . Hard and so goddamn sloppy.
“Oh, that’s my fuckin’ baby. So good, sweetheart,” Eijirou moans. “Perfect mouth — made just for taking cock.”
Katsuki gags on his own moan as Eijirou thrusts gently, caressing the back of his throat. He barely gets halfway in on the first tentative slide.
“Fuuuck, yeah. Doing so fucking good, baby.” Eijirou pants, slowly feeding more of his cock in, then slides back just as languidly. The drag pulls Katsuki’s lips forward, coating the length of his cock with sticky glitter. He slides back in just as tenderly, pushing the wetness back into his lovely mouth.
“Shit … gonna get you so messy.”
Katsuki’s eyes roll so far back as drool bubbles out from the corner of his lips and dribbles down his chin. Tears are already clinging to his lashes.
Eijirou gives a few shallow thrusts, testing the resistance against the thick, spongy tip of his cock. And like the champ that he is, Katsuki relaxes his jaw and opens his throat.
“Good boy,” Eijirou snarls.
After a few more achingly slow thrusts, he slides all the way in, watches as that cute little nose presses up against trimmed dark hairs, swollen lips fluttering around the base of him. Katsuki shudders and practically goes limp — so Eijirou holds him in place by his hair as he fucks in and out of that incredible, tight throat.
“Shit, yeah. You deepthroat like a pro, hmm? Who thought you could be so nasty,” he grunts, sweat beading across his forehead. “I never would’ve guessed, Katsuki. You always looked like such a good boy — thought you only cared about your grades, hmm? Fucking look at you now. So hungry for my cock. Never thought you could be such a slut.”
The best Katsuki can do is whine, the sound coming out strangled, high-pitched and so transparently needy as tears stream down his flushed cheeks. His mouth is making the most obscene, sloppy noises. It makes Eijirou’s dick even harder, knowing that Katsuki loves each and every filthy word.
“Pretty boy … all you had to do was ask,” Eijirou huffs darkly. “If I’d known you wanted it like this, I would’ve fucked you ages ago.”
There’s a pool of spit on the bed from where it’s dripping down Katsuki’s chin like a waterfall.
“And you would’ve let me, hmm?”
The air is slick with sensual, slippery noises, and Katsuki’s pretty little cries sound like bells.
“I’ve always seen the way you look at me.”
Katsuki’s lashes flutter rapidly, splashing tears against his blotchy cheeks.
“Yeah. You definitely would’ve let me fuck you,” Eijirou growls and he knows it’s true. “Isn’t that right? All it would’ve taken was for me to ask — and you would’ve given it to me just like this. You know who you belong to.”
Katsuki struggles to nod in Eijirou’s grip, his red eyes pouring tears and desperate adoration.
“God, your beautiful eyes make me wanna do bad things.”
There’s a garbled choke as Katsuki’s throat tightens. His body quivers. Eijirou feels himself nearing the edge as he keeps on fucking.
“Will you let me do bad things to you, baby? Gonna be a good, brainless slut for your daddy?”
Katsuki starts crying as he nods frantically, the motion squeezing around where Eijirou is buried deep in his throat.
“Fucking hell.”
Eijirou pulls out before he loses it.
Katsuki heaves, spine curving forward as he sucks in a lungful of air. Eijirou pulls him up, barely gives him enough time to breathe, and kisses his messy, wet mouth as he gasps. It’s so fucking sticky with gloss and spit, the heady musk of his own cock mingling with the sweet taste of so much Katsuki.
“Goddamn, you make me feel so good,” Eijirou moans drunkenly in between sloppy kisses. “You’re so perfect for me, baby.”
Katsuki nods, sniffling, trying his best to kiss back.
“Just w-wanna be good for you,” he sniffles. “Wanna be yours. Wanna be what you deserve.”
His lips find Katsuki’s temples and press softly, lingering on the warmth there.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he sighs hoarsely, tenderness rushing to fill his chest with golden warmth. He pulls back and looks into glistening red eyes. “That and so much more, Katsuki. You’re a dream come true. I’d love for you to be mine.”
He crowds him until Katsuki falls back onto the bed with a squeak. Eijirou climbs on top, bracketing his arms on either side of Katsuki’s head. Smiling down, he nudges his bare, wet cock against the inside of Katsuki’s thigh.
“After tonight, you’re mine and only mine,” Eijirou growls past his sweet, boyish grin. “People can look at you, pretty boy — but no one is allowed to touch.”
Katsuki moans and smiles back.
“Yes, Eiji. I’m all yours,” he mewls softly. Then he wiggles his hips, reminding Eijirou that they’re about to have a lot of fun sealing this deal.
His eyes rake down Katsuki’s body, folded up underneath him like the most beautiful present, already nice and open where Eijirou ripped into his shorts. The heart plugging up his beautiful asshole sparkles in the lamplight, a breathtaking tease.
Eijirou palms over one of Katsuki’s pecs, feeling the bud of a piercing when he pinches, and the bubbly words break my hole crease prettily in his rough touch.
“Don’t you just look so ready for me,” he hums thoughtfully, hooking a finger under the bottom of the crop top. It doesn’t take much for it to roll up until the thin, stretchy fabric is bunched on top of the most mind-blowing tits Eijirou has ever laid eyes on.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he breathes roughly, taking a puffy pink nipple in between his fingers, rolling Katsuki’s gold piercing until he whines. “Can’t wait to see how these tits bounce. Let’s see your cock too, hmm? I bet you’re so pretty, baby.”
Eijirou reaches down and rips the shorts upward until the tattered thing is hanging on by the waistband, fishnet threads snapping clean. Katsuki’s cute lacy white thong comes apart like paper, revealing his pretty pink dick and tight hairless balls.
“Oh, baby.” Eijirou clicks his tongue, thumbing over the mess of precum smeared all over the tip. “You must really like getting your face fucked.”
Katsuki nods wantonly, the tip of his tongue hanging over the edge of his puffy bottom lip.
“I like getting my pussy fucked a lot more,” he sighs.
Eijirou blinks slowly and lets the words sink in.
“Fucking hell — you’ve got the best mouth,” he snaps, growling with his jaw squared tight.
He rips off his sweatpants and wastes no time getting back in between Katsuki’s open legs. Eijirou’s eyes burn as he looks over Katsuki’s thoroughly ruined outfit.
“You told me you put on all this pretty stuff ... just so I can take it off,” he hums, dark and ominous. His hands wind around the back of Katsuki’s thighs and push up roughly until he’s bent right in half, fuzzy pink sneaker pom-poms dangling right beside his pretty blond head.
Katsuki squeaks, scrambling to hold on for dear life. Eijirou sneers and he’s never looked meaner.
“Sorry, pretty baby. This shit stays on while I rail into your tight little pussy,” he presses Katsuki straight down into the mattress. “Gonna look like such a tiny dolled-up fucktoy on my cock.”
Katsuki lets out a loud, fucked out moan and Eijirou knows that the sound will haunt his dreams.
“Yees, daddy — fucking ruin my pretty pussy.”
Eijirou grabs him roughly by the face and kisses him quiet. It’s vicious. As much as he wants to hear Katsuki scream, there are still people downstairs who no doubt already know what’s going on in Eijirou’s room. Although he doesn’t care so much about that. Part of him wants everyone to know that Katsuki’s gonna be crying in his bed all night.
It’s more that Katsuki’s beautiful noises are only for him.
“You’re so fucking loud.”
“M’sorry, daddy.” Katsuki whimpers prettily, not sorry at all.
Eijirou groans, feeling himself grow a little weak. He already knows he’s gonna let Katsuki get away with so much bratty shit in the future.
But it’s their future and he can’t wait. Especially if it means he gets to have Katsuki just like this.
“How about we keep your slutty mouth quiet, hmm?”
Eijirou grabs the lube.
“You like how this stuff tastes?”
Katsuki licks his lips and nods.
“Good. Open your mouth.”
Katsuki moans, lips parting softly. Eijirou grins wickedly and pours the sweet, creamy fluid right on his tongue and thinks to himself that Katsuki looks perfect like this, with his mouth dripping sticky white.
Eijirou pushes his jaw shut when he deems him full and gives him a quick kiss. He squeezes lightly where Katsuki’s cheeks are slightly puffed out and shivers at how lewd it is.
“Keep it nice and warm, sweetheart. Don’t spill a drop.”
Then Eijirou makes his way down and takes Katsuki’s hands to place them around the back of his knees.
“Be a good boy and hold yourself open. Daddy’s gonna tonguefuck your pussy.”
Katsuki obeys and struggles through a muffled moan.
Eijirou settles in between Katsuki’s legs, thumbing over the sparkly plug before pulling it out slowly. Katsuki’s puffy pink rim squeezes around nothing, shrinking back to a delicate little pucker. He gives a tender kiss right before sticking out his tongue and licking a hot, firm stripe, coating that unbelievably tiny asshole in a fuckton of spit.
Katsuki’s entire body trembles. His whines are pitifully stifled by all that caramel lube, no doubt growing hotter and wetter in his mouth.
Eijirou doesn’t relent. He keeps licking, sucking harshly on Katsuki’s hole, then his taint, spits roughly on the abused peachy flesh, then forces his tongue through that impossibly tight ring of muscle. He groans when Katsuki squeezes him out.
“How the fuck are you so small here,” he growls, licking long aggressive stripes before shoving his tongue back inside. He doesn’t stop until Katsuki relaxes enough to let Eijirou slide in and out, hot spit dripping down his ass.
Eijirou reaches for the lube, coats his fingers, then presses two inside and almost loses his goddamn mind. He can barely move them past the first knuckle, it’s so fucking tight .
“Baby, I need you to relax,” Eijirou grunts, licking around where his fingers are trying to get inside. “Ease up or I’m gonna break you on my cock.”
Katsuki spasms, throat gurgling frantically. His fingers dig harshly into the meat of his thighs before he takes a few deep breaths and wills his body to become more pliant.
“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” Eijirou sighs, sliding in further. He keeps licking around Katsuki’s fluttering asshole, massages his taint with firm presses of his tongue, until he can squeeze two fingers all the way in, then three.
Eijirou pumps efficiently. He knows he’s found Katsuki’s sweet spot when the little blond starts rolling his hips, making high-pitched keening sounds from the back of his throat. He grins wickedly.
“Hmm … let’s see if you can cum from your slutty hole.”
Without giving him a second to breathe, Eijirou presses hard into that little spot right as he wraps his lips around Katsuki’s taint and sucks.
That has Katsuki squealing pitifully through a violent orgasm, his dick shooting out ropes of cum. The force of it sends sticky white flying across his chin, splatters all over his chest, so much of it pooling in the dips and curves of his pecs and abs.
“Fuck yeah,” Eijirou growls triumphantly, licking him through it. “You’re so goddamn perfect, Katsuki.”
He pulls his fingers out and crawls on top of his little blond.
“Oh, sweetie. You’re doing so well. You’ve been so good for me,” Eijirou coos tenderly.
Katsuki’s face is stained with tears, wet tracks running through his makeup, all of that syrupy glitter smudged across his flushed skin. His cheeks and lips are wobbling from the effort to keep all of that lube from dribbling out.
Eijirou gently gets him to let go of his thighs, easing his limbs into a more comfortable position. Then he straddles his chest, takes Katsuki’s chin in his hands and tilts up his wet face.
He smiles with dark anticipation.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
Katsuki obeys. His shaky lips part to reveal the hot creamy mess coating the inside of his cheeks, all around his tongue, strands of it connecting his top and bottom lips.
“Repeat after me, baby.” Eijirou shakes his chin. “‘I promise to always take daddy’s load.’”
Fresh tears run down Katsuki’s cheeks as he tries to speak and ends up drooling all over himself. His words gurgle through the fluid and Eijirou can see the lube bubbling in the back of his throat.
“Oh, my good boy. You work so hard for me,” he snarls, bringing his cock right up to Katsuki’s mouth. “You’ve done such a good job. You can let go now.”
Katsuki leans forward and spits out the lube, hot syrupy fluid pouring from his lips to coat the length of Eijirou’s cock. Everything gets wet — Katsuki’s chest, his neck, his crop top is completely soaked, some of it runs down into the sheets. Eijirou can’t bring himself to care.
He spreads the slick around his cock, swipes up some of Katsuki’s cum from his belly to add it to the mess, then settles between his limp legs and lines himself up.
The discarded condoms glimmer on the edge of the bed.
Eijirou grins and presses the wet tip of his cock to Katsuki’s hole.
“Baby,” he whispers sweetly. “Can daddy fuck you raw?”
“Please,” Katsuki sobs, mind so far gone. “Want it — need t-t'be a good boy a-and take daddy's load.”
“Perfect little slut.”
Eijirou squeezes the tip inside and has to grab onto the headboard.
“Aa-aaahhh ..!” Katsuki gasps.
“Fuck, baby — you feel way too good,” Eijirou rasps brokenly, resisting the urge to push in another inch as sweat runs down his face. His hips are trembling with the effort to hold himself in place. “Shit, stay still — stop moving or m’gonna —”
Katsuki’s fingernails dig into his shoulders.
“Please, daddy — fuck me, fuuck me, fuck me, y’s-said —” Katsuki is honest to god crying, “— you promised. Promised you’d r-ruin my p-pussy. You promised me, daddy .”
He bares his teeth and wraps a hand around Katsuki’s throat.
“You fuckin’ asked for it, you little brat.”
Eijrou steadies himself on the headboard, holds Katsuki down by the neck, and rails him.
“Pretty little toy,” he grunts, rattling the bed against the wall with how hard he’s fucking. “So tight and wet for daddy, yeah? Such a perfect fuck doll for me, Katsuki.”
Katsuki gasps, tongue lolling out, beautiful eyes twitching, unseeing.
“Oh my goood —”
“That’s it, ooh, that’s fucking it,” Eijirou growls. “Take what I fucking give you — this is all you’re good for.”
“Aaah ..! E-Eiji — da-aaddy, fuck, aaah —”
“My cock stays in here. You got that? Gonna have your pussy whenever I fucking want. This little fuckhole belongs to me.”
Katsuki squeals, hole fluttering desperately, hips spasming as his half-hard cock starts leaking again.
Eijirou clicks his tongue.
“You wanna be my little cumdump that bad? Want daddy to wear you like a brainless sleeve? Answer me, baby boy.”
“Y-yea-aaah, yes — a-aah, fuuuck, daaaddy —”
“Good. You’re mine, Katsuki.”
Eijirou grabs his legs and pushes them up. The sneaker pom-poms flutter in the air next to Katsuki’s head. He grinds down and it’s so fucking filthy seeing how he splits Katsuki open like that. He draws back, watches how that abused rim actually pulls forward, stretching around his cock — and when he rams back inside, he can see himself bulging underneath Katsuki’s tight abdomen.
“Beautiful little thing,” Eijirou pants, reaching down to stick a thumb into his open, drooling mouth. “Made just to take my cock. So gorgeous and perfect, Katsuki. Love seeing you like this — love that you let me do all these bad, slutty things. You must really like me, hmm?”
Katsuki sucks around him, lashes fluttering. His eyes are breathtaking.
“You’re all I can think about,” he confesses, kissing Eijirou’s thumb, then draws the whole thing in between his lips, sucking obediently.
Eijirou shivers.
“I’d do anything for you,” he whispers, pushing further inside, grinding his hips until he can feel his balls pressing firmly against Katsuki’s ass. “Anything you ask, baby — it’s all yours.” Eijirou kisses him and groans against his swollen lips. “I’m yours, Katsuki.”
Katsuki mewls into his mouth.
“Make me cum again ..?” he bats his eyes prettily and Eijirou falls in love even harder.
“Of course, baby. Daddy’s got you.”
Eijirou presses him down by the back of his thighs and pumps in and out, tight strokes that have him grunting like an animal while Katsuki drools and wails, with no choice but to take it. When his breaths start coming in short and broken, Eijirou reaches down and massages the wet tip of his thumb into Katsuki’s taint — right as he snaps his hips, shoving himself in balls deep, grinding down into Katsuki’s little sweet spot.
“Aaarhg — ooo-oooh m-my f-fuuuck — E-Ei — EIJI —”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Eijirou snarls, watching as Katsuki falls apart a second time, spasming around his cock helplessly. “That’s right, baby — say my name. Let everyone know who’s making you cum your fucking brains out.”
Katsuki’s screaming and Eijirou decides that he doesn’t give a shit if everyone in the goddamn neighbourhood can hear.
“Oooh my gooood, daaaddy —” Katsuki gurgles around a fuckton of drool, pretty dick leaking all over his wet stomach. He whines when his balls stop twitching, hands pushing shakily against Eijirou’s shoulders
He can only give a mean smile when Katsuki begins to hiccup and sniffle, so overstimulated, body completely limp underneath him.
“Just a little bit more, baby.” Eijirou grabs him by the hips. “Daddy’s not done with you yet.”
He flips him over, yanking his ass into the air and slams back inside. He moves Katsuki on his dick like he’s nothing more than a toy, watching as his puffy red asshole struggles around the rough pounding.
“Pretty baby,” he murmurs gently when Katsuki starts sobbing softly into the sheets. “Take me so well. So good, love. You’re so good for me. Gonna be such a nice little hole to cum in.”
Katsuki moans, fresh tears running down where his face is turned to the side. Eijirou yanks his hair and shoves him straight down into the sheets.
“Go ahead. Cry. Get your slutty glitter all over my bed.”
His body coils tight again, gripping around Eijirou. It brings him closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yeah, that’s it — tighten your little fuckhole. Daddy wants to cum in your pussy.”
Katsuki wails, utterly broken, thighs trembling as he does exactly that. Eijirou’s eyes roll up as he shoves all the way in and cums, balls emptying, flooding Katsuki’s insides. There’s a fuckton of it — he can feel hot fluid coating his dick as he thrusts through his orgasm, some of it frothing out, dripping down Katsuki’s balls.
Eijirou feels lightheaded and weightless when he slowly pulls out.
He groans when more cum and lube dribble out of Katsuki’s abused hole. It still looks so small even now that it’s swollen and red. He wonders how many times he’ll need to fuck him before it gapes a even little bit.
They’ll have a lot of time to find out later.
Eijirou eases Katsuki’s limp body onto the bed and gently shuffles him to the side that isn’t completely ruined by glitter, caramel lube, cum, and spit. He holds him close, pressing kisses into blond hair, overwhelmed with the golden warmth stirring in his chest.
“Katsuki,” he whispers, full of affection. He tilts Katsuki’s face up to kiss him — his heart almost bursts when he sees how sleepy and messy he looks. “Sweetheart,” Eijirou murmurs against his lips, “you’re absolutely amazing, love. That was … fuck, you’re incredible. I can’t even wrap my head around it.”
For some reason, that makes him blush. Katsuki grumbles and noses into Eijirou’s neck.
“God, Eiji. Where the fuck were you hiding all of that this whole time,” he mumbles, shifting back comfortably into his usual self.
Eijirou hugs him tighter, laughing easily. “I guess you just bring out the best in me.”
“Fuckin’ sap.”
“Your sap.” He pulls him into another kiss, then sighs when he glances down at Katsuki's state of dishevelment. “I’m guessing you don’t have a change of clothes in that magical little bag of yours.”
Katsuki makes a face.
Eijirou just laughs. “You can wear my clothes. Besides … I don’t think I’m ready to share your freshly fucked look with all our friends.” He caresses Katsuki’s cheek, eyes shining with adoration. “Stay the night, baby?”
Katsuki nods, cheeks pink.
“Yes, daddy.”
Eijirou groans and lets himself fall into another kiss.
“God, I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he laughs, pressing kisses all over Katsuki’s face. “C’mon, let’s get you in the bath.”
After they’re both cleaned off, Eijirou slips Katsuki into one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers (all of it so baggy and loose on him — so cute ). He manages to find a set of clean sheets and prepares the bed before carrying Katsuki and placing him right in the middle.
The little blond shuffles under the duvet, peeking out to give Eijirou an impatient look.
“I’ll be there soon,” Eijirou chuckles. He bundles the soiled sheets and tosses them in a hamper, then spots Katsuki’s ruined crop top on the floor. Eijirou grins as he picks it up. He dangles it in the air for a teasing second then tosses it into one of his open suitcases.
“That’s mine now,” he winks.
“Whatever,” Katsuki huffs. “I’m stealing your sweaters.”
“Baby, you can have all the sweaters you want,” Eijirou chuckles indulgently. He finds his phone in his discarded sweatpants and keeps a straight face when he sees a whole bunch of messages that should probably embarrass him more than they do.
Hanta: daaamn bro, people are gonna get pregnant tonight
Tetsu: def sounds like you’re getting a few things settled lol
Camie: eiji-baby, careful with my little superstar !! (or not lmao)
Mina: oh my GOD, Camie just told me. good for you, good for you guys, omg I’m so happy. you two are so great together. BEST FAREWELL PRESENT. you better lock him down!!
Then Mina again, a few minutes later: yeah, you better lock that down FOR SURE or you’ll hear from me personally.
He decides to leave most of them unanswered but fires off a quick response:
‘Gonna bust my ass so I can buy him a ring. Mina, I’m so fucked — and I couldn’t be happier.’
He tosses his phone on the nightstand and shuffles into bed, scooping Katsuki right into his arms.
“I’m gonna visit you every weekend,” he murmurs gently, nuzzling into blond hair. “Gonna facetime you every single day — if that’s okay with you, baby.”
Katsuki sucks against his neck, snuggling closer. “You fuckin’ better,” he whispers, pressing into Eijirou’s bare chest. “You owe me at least ten more rounds of whatever the fuck that was earlier.”
Eijirou groans, unable to contain his excitement, “Do you always like it like that?”
“I’ve never done it like that. So you better show me what else you got.” Katsuki looks up at him, deep red eyes shimmering — there’s still some glitter clinging stubbornly to his lashes. “Are you complaining?”
Eijirou smiles.
“God, no. We’re gonna have a lot of fun.”
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