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Everyone has their vices. Some eat fried food, some smoke cigarettes, some take drugs, some obsess over some ridiculous hobby, some seek the adrenaline rush of dangerous things…But Katsuki’s is Control. He craves it like his next breath and has perfected the art of it over the years. He’s practiced it to the point that it exudes from his very pores and reads like a neon billboard to everyone around him. He’s spent years building the perfect playground for those who also crave control and for those who seek to relinquish it. The Devil’s Den is the culmination of all of his efforts.

The club is quiet tonight, only a few members on the hunt for fresh prey. Katsuki looks down to the floor below through the privacy glass of his office, also on the hunt and seeking his next rush. It’s been awhile since he’s found anyone worth playing with. He’s bored and no one seems to satisfy his need, so he’s just been waiting and watching. With control comes patience, and he’s mastered that as well. He has this gut feeling that his period of abstinence will pay off, he just needs to wait a little longer.

“Sir,” Jirou interrupts his musings quietly. 

He turns over his shoulder and glances at her. “What is it?”

“A member has made an unusual request. She wants to know if she can bring two guests. I know our policy states only one guest per member, but with the club being so quiet tonight, she asked if an exception could be made. They are both prospects for membership, one is experienced and the other is new to the scene.”

Katsuki hums to himself. “Who’s the member?”

Jirou smirks, “Mina Ashido.”

Katsuki smiles. Mina brings him the best referrals. That woman does better PR for his club than the actual agent he hired for advertising. Mina is also one of the best doms that has ever graced his club with their presence. If she’s requesting an exception, she must have somebody interesting with her. “I’ll allow it, but I want to meet the inexperienced one to vet them. If Mina vouches for the experienced one, then he or she is permitted to play as long as they follow the rules.”

“She’s already vouched for Denki Kaminari. He’s a sub that is currently a Blue Flame member, but is interested in switching after a dom in the other club ignored a safeword and there were no repercussions from club management,” Jirou explains, a slight curl of her lip showing her distaste.

Katsuki scowls. His competitor is a fucking joke and known for their shady management and poor member experiences. Ignoring a safe word is absolutely inexcusable. Hmmm…maybe Katsuki will take the time to show him around and introduce him to a few of the more experienced Doms.

“What about the other one?”

Jirou gives him a knowing smile that instantly has him interested. “I think you’re going to like this one. He’s brand new to the scene. He’s in his twenties, gay, and a licensed hero. He says he’s only interested in watching for now, but my instincts tell me that he’s a baby sub just needing to be shown the way. The boy seems to be a natural people pleaser.”

Katsuki grins…maybe a blank slate is just what he needs. “Are they here now?”

“They’re in the lobby.”

“Tell Mina to keep it to herself that her guests aren’t members. Make sure they both have the appropriate wristbands. I’ll be down in a moment to greet our guests.”

“Yes, sir.” Jirou bows and turns to leave, but pauses. “His name is Eijirou Kirishima,” she winks and then leaves just as silently as she arrived.

Katsuki grins predatorily and turns back to watch for their arrival.

EIJIROU

Eijirou twists his wristband nervously, sitting at the bar and bouncing his leg, while Mina and Denki chatter excitedly next to him. The club is dim with dark green curtains hung throughout, covering the walls and giving the place a secluded and private feel. There are several couches and luxurious armchairs in the intimate space where a few people cluster in groups and occupy furniture. 

He doesn’t know if he belongs here, but his friends had begged him to come. Apparently, Mina thinks he just needs to explore himself a bit more and is too perfect to be so lonely. Being a hero is tough work and occupies most of his time these days. He hasn’t really had time for dating or relationships of any kind really. Denki is just convinced that he needs to get laid. Eijirou can’t even remember the last time he even had sex. He sighs, but tries to perk himself up. It was an exhausting patrol today, but he’s been putting his friends off for weeks and they’d just kind of showed up and told him to get dressed…that they have plans for him. A sex club hadn’t exactly been expected, but hey…he’ll try anything once! He can do this! If he can get over his own insecurities that is…

“Katsuki!” Mina suddenly squeals, pulling Eijirou out of his thoughts. He looks behind him and stares as the most attractive man he’s ever seen prowls towards them. Eijirou is stunned momentarily as his eyes scan the imposing figure. It’s rare that he comes across someone bigger than him, but this man has him beat by a few inches in height and is just as built as he is. He looks to be maybe a decade older than Eijirou’s twenty-four, but that’s just a rough guess. Wheat blond hair is cropped close to the sides, artfully arranged in spikes at the top shading over intense ruby red eyes. The man screams ‘expensive’ in tailored black slacks and blood red dress shirt that Eijirou itches to run his fingers over. But it’s the way the man moves that really captures Eijirou’s attention, all sinuous lines and predatorial movements. He exudes dominance and something in Eijirou aches. He watches the man greet Mina like they’re old friends, a kiss on each cheek and murmured words in light tones. Eijirou can just barely make out a rich gravelly cadence, but words are indistinct. He watches as Denki trots up to Mina’s side, his normally over-eager self, and his hand shoots out to shake the hand of the intimidating man. Eijirou knows he should get up and introduce himself, it’s only polite after all…but, something has him rooted to his seat at the bar and clutching his glass with a white knuckle grip.

He watches the interaction, trying to will his limbs to move, but something about the man laughing and joking with his friends has Eijirou hesitating. What if he makes a fool of himself in front of this man? God, he’d never let himself live it down. See, this is the problem…Eijirou can’t flirt for shit and damn this man makes him hot under the collar. An uncharacteristic blush blooms on his cheeks when suddenly there’s a lull in conversation and all eyes turn to him. He watches Mina grab the shoulder of the intimidating man and tugs him in Eijirou’s direction. His heartbeat picks up so loud and fast in his ears when those fierce rubies suddenly focus on him and they come this way. Eijirou struggles to relax his body and force a grin to his face, but nerves get the better of him and he feels his face twitch a little no doubt giving off a weird impression.

Mina approaches with the man in tow, calling out to him, “Eijirou, I want you to meet somebody!”

Eijirou manages a shaky nod in response, unable to break from the intense red gaze that seems to see right through him as they come to stand directly in front of him.

“Eiji, this is Katsuki Bakugou, he owns this club and is one of my mentors. Katsuki, this is Eijirou, one of my dearest friends!” She introduces, gesturing excitedly between them.

Eijirou isn’t sure whether he should extend a hand or bow…He feels like he should be kneeling at this man’s feet. Those fierce red eyes rove over him from bottom to top like he’s being weighed and measured. Eijirou resists the urge to cover himself like a damn blushing maiden. He’s a pro-hero for goodness sakes. He’s proud when his hand is steady as he stretches it out toward the man. “Pleasure to meet you, s-sir!” 

The man eyes his hand with a smirk of amusement, before grasping it firmly and meeting Eijirou’s eyes with a heated expression. “Pretty name for a pretty boy…” the man -Katsuki- murmurs and it rushes over Eijirou like boiling water. Ummmm…

Eijirou feels his face blush to the same color as his hair and tries to retract his hand, but calloused fingers hold onto his steadily, prolonging the contact. Eijirou tries to come up with something witty to say as a charged tension sparks between them and those eyes hold him captive. Instead, his brain turns to mush. “Th-thank you,” he stutters out, somehow just barely able to form words.

“Cute,” Katsuki murmurs and Eijirou blushes even harder. Suddenly, Eijirou’s hand is being lifted and lips brush over his knuckles, those calculating eyes never leaving Eijirou’s. He needs to say something, but his tongue feels heavy and a shiver runs down his spine.

“Ummm, not meaning to interrupt,” Mina chimes in suddenly and Eijirou’s eyes shoot to hers, almost thankful for her interference. He’s pretty sure he’s going to spontaneously combust at this rate. Her face is twisted in mirth and Eijirou almost winces when she winks mischievously. Oh no… “Eiji, one of my subs just arrived and Denki has already made off with Shinsou. Katsuki has agreed to show you around. You going to be okay?” Her smile is knowing and he senses the trap, knows that she’s got something up her sleeve as her eyes dart between the two of them. 

Fuck, he knew that he’d most likely end up on his own. I mean, they brought him to a sex club of all places…what did he expect? He doesn’t want to stand in the way of their fun though. He wants his friends to be happy and enjoy themselves. He can do this! God, he’d hate to inconvenience the owner though. He looks to his pink-haired best friend and winks, “For sure, babes! Go have fun, I’ll be fine.”

Mina smiles at him warmly, “Okay, honey. I’ll catch up with you in a bit. Try to relax and have fun, ok?” 

Eijirou smiles and nods, shooing her away with his free hand. Her face lights up as she flits away and into the darker recesses of the club. His eyes shoot back to Katsuki, still holding his hand and eyeing him intensely. “Thank you for the warm welcome, but I’m sure you have better things to do than show me around. I’d hate to take up any of your time, sir,” he says politely.

To his surprise, Katsuki raises a brow at him with a smirk that feels like it drops straight to Eijirou’s boxers and makes them tingle. “Do you always please others before yourself, Eijirou?”

Katsuki’s question takes him off guard and his brain stalls. He reaches his other hand up to the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “Ummm…I want them to be happy. I’d hate to hold anyone back,” he mutters, unsure of what his answer should be. Doesn’t everyone want their friends to be happy and have the best in life?

Katsuki smiles warmly at him. “Are you nervous, sweet boy?”

Eijirou blinks as the endearment warms something in him. “Yeah, I guess,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry. I’ve never been in a place like this before.” He almost feels ashamed, he doesn’t have the first idea what he should be doing here. He should’ve just stayed home. He doesn’t know how to be seductive or sexy…this man has all of that in spades and clearly reeks of experience. He shouldn’t be shackled to some floundering idiot. “I-I’m sure you–”

Katsuki clucks his tongue stopping Eijirou in his fumbling tracks. “Eijirou, don’t apologize for being inexperienced. It would please me greatly if you’d allow me to show you around,” he purrs, completely interrupting Eijirou’s protest. 

“Oh, o-okay,” he stammers in response and looks down to the floor in embarrassment. 

“Eijirou,” Katsuki says firmly. “Look at me.” 

Eijirou’s eyes shoot up instantly to meet an intense and calculating gaze. “Good boy,” Katsuki murmurs, making the tips of Eijirou’s ears heat and his cock jerk in his pants.

Katsuki tugs on his hand lightly and like a puppy on a leash, Eijirou automatically stands from his stool. Katsuki’s eyes light up with something unidentifiable, a little flame lit behind them that makes goosebumps rise over Eijirou’s too hot skin. Something electric zips under his skin when Katsuki uses his hold to tug Eijirou just a little bit closer until they’re toe to toe. He feels tiny and fragile, eclipsed by this man’s presence as he’s forced to look up to keep eye contact. Katsuki releases his hand, but reaches up and grasps Eijirou’s chin in a firm grasp. 

“Tell me something, little hero…you spend so much time taking care of others, when’s the last time someone took care of you?” 

Eijirou’s brain disconnects. Blue screens. Nothing, but static. “Ummmm…” Eijirou says intelligently. He has a million questions, but his mind goes curiously blank every time he gets lost in that gaze.

“Hmmmmm…” Katsuki hums like that’s all the answer he needs. He thumbs gently over Eijirou’s jaw, making another shiver dance down Eijirou’s spine. Finally, Katsuki’s hand releases his jaw and a strange sense of loss swells up inside him. He blinks rapidly trying to clear whatever enchantment he’d fallen under. 

KATSUKI

Katsuki tries to withhold his smug grin, watching Eijirou’s eyes dilate and track him like his whole world is suddenly narrowed down to a singular focus. This is the one he’s been waiting for. Fuck, he’s glorious in his submission. He wants to see this pro hero on his knees, wants his trust, wants to see him break. 

This hero is probably used to others seeing him as a top. His size and look definitely seems the part, but Katsuki sees right past that…sees the beautiful sub waiting just below the surface. A possessive thrill runs through him. No, he isn’t going to let his meal stray far from him where some other predator will pick him up. This one is all Katsuki’s. He’s going to pluck this rare and exotic specimen straight from the herd while it’s still maturing.

“Answer me, Eijirou,” he commands softly. Beautiful garnet eyes blink in confusion and Katsuki smirks, “When was the last time someone took care of you?”

“I don’t know how to answer that,” his beautiful hero mutters after a few moments of loaded silence, still keeping eye contact even after Katsuki has released him, a perfect show of submission.

Katsuki breaks eye contact and leans down close to Eijirou’s ear. “Are you going to let me take care of you, sweet boy?” Eijirou shivers, his breaths picking up slightly.

“I don’t really know what that means,” the boy whispers softly in response, so vulnerable.

“Will you allow me to show you?” Katsuki murmurs directly against his ear. He feels Eijirou hesitantly nod. “Give me your words, boy,” he demands.

“Yes, sir.” 

The whispered words lay heavily over Katsuki, a comfortable skin slipping over his bones. He leans back and looks at Eijirou’s blushing features, a lock of beautiful red hair draping into his eyes where it’s escaped from the man’s messy bun. Katsuki reaches forward and tucks the lock behind the boy’s ear. “Are you familiar with what a safeword is, Eijirou?”

Garnet eyes lock on him again. “I think so,” he says softly.

Katsuki gives him a gentle reassuring smile. “Here we use a system, using the stoplight signals. When I ask you for your color, you’ll say ‘Green’ for good and keep going, ‘Yellow’ for slow down and discuss, and ‘Red’ for stop. You can say these colors at any time for any reason. Do you understand?”

Eijirou nods, “Easy enough. Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop.”

“Good boy,” Katsuki praises. “Remember if you say ‘Red’ at any time, everything stops and I will immediately check in with you to fix whatever is making you uncomfortable.”

Eijirou nods again in understanding and Katsuki brushes a hand over the hero’s arm softly, “If I do anything you don’t like, you have to tell me, do you think you can do that?”

“Yes, sir,” Eijirou agrees breathlessly. Katsuki loves that the title just automatically falls from the boy’s tongue. So perfect…a natural.

“Is there anything in particular that you don’t like, boy?” Katsuki growls, eager to get to the main course.

Eijirou blinks at him, “Ummm…I don’t really know. I don’t have much experience with this kind of thing,” he mutters shyly. “I-I mean…I’ve had sex, but…but it's all been pretty normal, I guess.”

Katsuki raises a simple brow. Oh, this innocent sweet lamb... Katsuki wants to ruin him for anyone else. “Would you trust me enough to try a few things to see if you like them?” He’s going to need the hero to be nice and relaxed to do what he has planned. He thinks Eijirou would look stunning in restraints and at his mercy.

“S-sure. You said you’d stop if I asked, right?” Eijirou questions softly, eyes searching Katsuki curiously.

Katsuki grips his chin again softly. “Hero, there is one absolute rule in my club and that is that a safeword is never to be ignored,” he replies seriously. Eijirou’s eyes widen a bit and a soft trusting smile quirks his lips. “Plus, I’m pretty sure Mina would hang me from the ceiling by my balls if I were to fuck up so royally. However, she would have never left you in here if she didn’t think you were in safe hands, sweet boy.”

The hero chuckles and his hand rubs the back of his neck again. “Yeah she would…but not before I did.”

Katsuki’s grin is wide. His little hero has teeth after all. “I’ll keep that in mind, boy.”

Eijirou laughs, the musical sound coming straight from his chest. Katsuki finds that he likes the sound, maybe a little too much. But back to the task at hand…He grips the chin beneath his fingers a little harder, and Eijirou’s laugh tapers off and eyes focus on him intently. Katsuki can already see the foundation of trust settling in.

“Follow me,” he commands softly and releases Eijirou to turn on his heel. He feels rather than sees Eijirou follow the command, staying right behind him but close enough to feel his presence, just like a well-trained sub would. Katsuki leads him past couches and chairs that are starting to fill and eyes watch them subtly from dark corners. It’s rare that Katsuki takes on a sub, and he knows that his decision here will make Eijirou extremely desirable and currently he doubts the little ray of sunshine has any idea that he just suddenly became the most interesting thing in Katsuki’s club. No matter, none of those wandering eyes will have the privilege once Katsuki sinks his claws in. This one is his…

He continues down a dark hallway, dimly lit by sconces on the walls. These are the private rooms for his members, but Katsuki isn’t leading Eijirou to some generic play room…No, he’s going to take him straight into Katsuki’s lair, his own personal play space. He pulls the key from his pocket and turns over his shoulder, where Eijirou comes to a stop right next to him. “Last chance, sweet boy. Once we go past this door, you’re in my space and under my rules. Are you going to be good for me, Eijirou?” 

Eijirou gives him a shy smile, “Yes, sir.”

Katsuki gives him a devilish smirk and turns to unlock the black door, and pushes it open. Eijirou gives a quiet gasp behind him, and mutters a soft, “Holy shit.” Katsuki chuckles lightly in response and steps through the door, Eijirou right behind him. When he closes the door, he feels the space settle over him and the shift in the air. He turns and walks to the center of the room where a singular padded chair sits. He turns and finds that Eijirou is right where he should be at Katsuki’s heel. His eyes glance nervously at the chair for only a second, but then his eyes are right back where Katsuki wants them…on him. 

Katsuki steps in close to the redhead. Here comes the first test, and Katsuki can’t wait. He has a feeling that his gut is right and Eijirou will be absolutely perfect. He looks down into eager red eyes, “In here, you are mine, Eijirou. You will only call me ‘Sir’ and every time I ask a question, I expect a verbal response. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Eijirou responds a little breathlessly.

Katsuki keeps his gaze intense, even though he wants to smile in encouragement. “In here, my commands are to be followed without question. Is that understood?”

Eijirou goes to nod, but catches himself. “Yes, sir.”

“If at any time you feel uncomfortable or need to stop for any reason at all, you will use your safewords. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Eijirou says resolutely.

Perfection. “Strip for me.”

Eijirou blinks, and Katsuki watches the command process. Eijirou’s face lights up like a stoplight, making Katsuki smirk, but he waits patiently. With a more experienced sub, he would demand immediate obedience, but he doesn’t want to scare Eijirou off too early in the game. Katsuki delights that all of the boy’s emotions clearly display in his expressions…insecurity, uncertainty, but then determination settles in and Katsuki delights when the hero reaches to tug his black collared shirt over his head. Fuck… miles of tanned and muscular skin hides underneath that almost steals Katsuki’s breath. There are numerous scars covering that skin that Katsuki finds himself wondering about. He resolves to ask about each one in the future, but his eyes are unable to stray as he watches Eijirou loosen his belt and his pants fall to the floor, bearing thick muscular thighs and V-line that Katsuki wants to tease. The hero is wearing tight red boxer briefs that do absolutely nothing to hide a very hard and thick cock straining against the fabric. Eijirou kicks his clothes to the side and hesitates as he thumbs the waistband of his remaining shield and his eyes seek out Katsuki’s, uncertainty shadowing his expression.

Katsuki only nods, indicating that those have to go too. Eijirou swallows hard with an audible click and then pushes them down. His heavy cock hangs low between his thighs and Katsuki can’t help but grin. The hero is blessed with a glorious cock and if anyone knew, there’d be a plethora of bottoms that would riot just to have a chance to ride that monster. However, Katsuki has other plans entirely for his little hero.

Katsuki sits down in the chair and spreads his legs once Eijirou is completely bare and standing awkwardly in front of him. The hero shuffles from foot to foot and Katsuki can see his urge to cover himself in the twitching fingers at his side. Suddenly, his eyes are drawn to a sort of ripple over the hero’s skin, turning some of his arms hard and jagged. Revelation strikes him hard and swift as he realizes exactly which hero is gracing his dungeon. He doesn’t know how he didn’t recognize him right off the bat. Katsuki breaks out of his headspace momentarily to gawk… Red Riot.

Red fuckin Riot is standing in front of him, bared and blushing. Katsuki licks his lips… This just got way more interesting . A heady power thrums through him, knowing that the sturdy hero is willing to submit beneath him. “Come and kneel, sweet boy,” Katsuki orders firmly.

The skin over Eijirou’s arm softens once again and he steps forward, surprisingly light on his feet as he comes to stop between Katsuki’s spread legs and instantly folds his knees under him with a grace that Katsuki would never expect from someone of his size. Eijirou’s eyes automatically lower to the floor and his hands settle lightly over his thighs.

Katsuki leans forward and pulls the hair tie from Eijirou’s locks, and a cascade of long red hair falls delicately over the hero’s skin. Katsuki runs his fingers through the soft red tresses, admiring how they feel sliding over his palm. “Beautiful, Eijirou,” Katsuki murmurs softly and watches the little shudder of pleasure rake through the hero at his feet. “Being so good for me.”

A little ripple of hardening slithers over the hero’s shoulders and Katsuki realizes that it’s strongly linked to his emotions. He wonders which ones cause the reaction. Time for his second test… “Eijirou, do you wish to please me?” 

To his credit, Eijirou doesn’t look up like Katsuki expects, but instead answers clearly from his demure position, “Yes, sir.”

Katsuki releases his fingers from Eijirou’s hair and sits back in the chair. “Take out my cock, sweet boy,” the command is firm, but he watches Eijirou carefully for any negative reaction. Normally, he’d have a list of confirmed kinks and a contract explicitly outlining a sub’s hard limits, but with Eijirou he’s flying blind.

Eijirou automatically raises his eyes and reaches for Katsuki’s belt, no shadow of hesitation on his face. Katsuki waits patiently while Eijirou slowly unlaces his belt with steady fingers and pulls down his zipper. Then, Eijirou hesitates before reaching into Katsuki’s boxers. He looks up, almost as if seeking permission despite Katsuki’s order. “Go ahead, boy.”

Eijirou’s hand reaches carefully through the hole in Katsuki’s boxers and a warm hand circles his hard cock and pulls it from its confines. Katsuki resists the urge to chuckle at Eijirou’s wide-eyed expression at seeing Katsuki’s cock for the first time. He’s larger than Eijirou, thicker and longer and doubts that Eijirou has ever taken someone like him if the boy’s expression is anything to go by. More hardening ripples briefly over Eijirou’s abs, but Katsuki notices that the boy’s cock also jerks a little at the same time, while precome beads at his tip as he stares openly at Katsuki’s length. Eijirou licks his lips and his expression turns hungry as his eyes once more shoot to Katsuki, waiting for instruction. 

“Open your mouth, sweet boy. Show me how well you can please me.”

EIJIROU 

He shudders at the command. He feels so vulnerable here, naked and kneeling on the floor, but the cock in front of him holds his focus. Fuck…Katsuki is huge and Eijirou’s insides clench down at the thought of maybe feeling this inside him. He wants to please this man. Everything inside him feels grateful for this opportunity. He doesn’t even stop to think as he opens his mouth and takes the thick head into his mouth, lips stretched obscenely wide to accommodate its girth. He sucks lightly at the tip and swirls his tongue underneath before lapping into the slit as the salty bitterness of pre-come settles over his taste buds. He groans a little at the taste, eager for more. He slides down deeper, taking more of the length, carefully to keep his teeth back. Fuck, he needs this. He needs this whole thing inside him, filling up all of his emptiness. He can do this. He gives a hearty suck as he draws back to the tip and then dives further down to take half of the heavy length into his mouth, the tip just barely tapping the back of his throat. He feels a little bit of a gag, but breathes through his nose to overcome it.

He wants to put his hand on the base and work the rest of the length that his mouth can’t reach, but he doesn’t have permission for that, so he keeps attempting to thrust further down with each of his bobbing movements. Hands tangle in his hair, and Eijirou hums at the light tug against his scalp. It feels fucking good and his head goes a little hazy as he develops a steady rhythm. 

“Good boy,” Katsuki praises and all of Eijirou’s neurons light up. “Take me deeper.” Those hands tug tug harder, pulling him forward until the tip of that thick cock bullies its way past the resistance of his throat. Eijirou tries to choke back the gags, but his throat spasms against his will. “God, just like that Eijirou. So pretty choking on my cock.”

Oh, Katsuki likes this? Eijirou shuffles his worries about gagging to the back of his mind, knowing now that it pleases the man above him. The tugs on his scalp grow a little more painful, forcing Eijirou deeper every time, his eyes watering and nose running. He can’t seem to help the gags, causing drool to run down his chin, but he swallows dutifully around the cock breaching deep into his throat until he’s pulled flush to Katsuki’s clothed navel. “Your fucking mouth, Eijirou. Gonna cum down your throat, pretty hero.” Eijirou’s eyes shoot up to meet that intense red glare and feels himself leak steadily between his own legs, while he swallows repeatedly against the length blocking his airway. He begins to squirm as the need to breathe overcomes him, but he fights it back, wishing to please Katsuki. The glare above him turns soft and suddenly the cock in his throat gives a steady jerk before warmth floods his esophagus and he can feel it pooling into his stomach. Katsuki sighs above him and his eyes close briefly in bliss. Eijirou closes his own just feeling the intensity of the moment and satisfaction rolls through him at knowing that he brought the god above him pleasure.

Eventually, he’s pulled off of Katsuki’s softening length and Eijirou feels hazy, floating a little bit. His cock is hard and aching between his legs, but right now it doesn’t matter when he opens teary eyes and fierce rubies are looking at him fondly. 

“You did so well, Eijirou. Perfect,” Katsuki says as he pets over Eijirou’s hair softly. Eijirou tilts his head into the touch, pleased that Katsuki is satisfied. 

Katsuki tucks himself back into his pants, and Eijirou resists the urge to whine, but he must make some sort of sound because Katsuki chuckles darkly. “Patience, boy. We’re nowhere close to done.”

Eijirou sits patiently, watching Katsuki’s every move, waiting. He can do patience, it’s one of his many qualities…or so he’s been told. Anticipation builds in his gut, feeling like he’s teetering on some kind of precipice.

Katsuki’s eyes turn hard and calculating, making a shiver roll over Eijirou’s skin and he feels as a little bit of the skin over his shoulders and neck ripple nervously with hardening. He watches Katsuki’s eyes track the movement like a predator eyeing its prey. The silence stretches while Katsuki observes him and a little bit of doubt starts to creep through the pleasant haze that had settled over Eijirou. He opens his mouth to apologize, not knowing why Katsuki is observing him so closely. But, no sound manages to come out, so he closes his jaw again…a little smirk suddenly tilts one side of Katsuki’s lips upwards and Eijirou feels as if he just passed some sort of test.

“Have you ever been restrained, Eijirou?” Katsuki then asks in a no-nonsense tone that settles deep into Eijirou’s bones. He finds that he wants nothing less than all of this man’s undivided attention and he’s willing to do anything to keep it there.

“Yes, sir. In training,” Eijirou admits quietly.

Katsuki raises an imperious brow, but that smirk curls just a little higher. “No, sweet boy. I meant in a sexual context.”

“Oh…No, Sir.” Eijirou flushes in embarrassment and resists the urge to palm his face as a little of the haze lifts from his mind. Of course, Katsuki didn’t mean during hero training. He tries to maintain eye contact, he really does, but finds that his eyes automatically drop to the floor. Shit, maybe he isn’t cut out for this… He thinks hard about Katsuki’s question though and his cock kicks a little between his legs despite his shame.

Firm fingers grip his chin and tilt his head up. “Why are you embarrassed, Eijirou?”

Eijirou’s fingers twitch with the urge to fidget and more hardening ripples over his skin. “I kinda feel like I go dumb around you,” he mumbles, “and I can’t think straight. I get all floaty, I guess, sir.”

Katsuki gives him a warm smile. “That feeling is normal, Eijirou. You’re a natural sub. You desire to please me, yes?”

Eijirou nods. “Yes, sir,” he whispers.

“You’re doing perfectly, baby.”

That pleasant haze settles back over Eijirou like a warm blanket at the endearment. “Thank you, sir.”

Katsuki’s smile broadens and his eyes shoot to a corner of the dimly lit room where Eijirou can make out what looks like a leather padded table that has wide leather straps dangling from the sides. He looks back to Katsuki, who is eyeing him heatedly. Abruptly, Katsuki stands and Eijirou panics, wondering if he’s supposed to stand too. Katsuki doesn’t say anything but strides over to the table. “Crawl to me,” he orders firmly.

A shot of heat blisters over Eijirou, along with a flare of humiliation. At first, he isn’t sure how to react to the order. He eyes the floor dubiously, some indignation rising in him that he’s being asked to crawl like a pet. Yet, another part of him finds that he sort of likes it. It feels taboo, feels like he’s completely at another person’s mercy. His throbbing cock seems to be on board, as it kicks between his still bent knees. Hardening ripples uncontrollably over his body in response to his internal debate. Is it bad that he really wants to crawl for Katsuki? Does it make him unmanly to want to submit? He’s not so sure.

“Eijirou,” Katsuki says firmly, and Eijirou’s eyes fly to him.

“Crawl. To. Me.” He orders again, tone firm and unyielding.

Fuck. That tone seeps through Eijirou and narrows his focus. He can do this. He can…He raises up on his hands and knees, keeping his gaze on the floor. He raises one knee in front of the other, the hard surface of the floor feeling cool against his overheated skin as he crawls across the floor. Shame prickles over his skin, making everything feel sensitive. He can feel Katsuki’s gaze like a living thing breathing down his neck. He knows that his skin is red and blushing as he makes his way across the floor. He only stops when Katsuki’s shiny black dress shoes come into view.

“Good boy,” Katsuki praises and a shiver races over Eijirou at the warm words. He did well…that’s all that matters. “Stand up.”

Eijirou carefully gets his feet under him and raises to his full height and glances up under his lashes at Katsuki.

“Now get on the table. Sit on your knees facing away from me.”

Eijirou blinks and turns to the sturdy looking table. He carefully climbs over the edge and does exactly as Katsuki says, sitting on his knees, facing the wall. Katsuki moves behind him and Eijirou startles when his ankles are yanked apart from under his ass, forcing his knees to spread apart with the movement. His cock drops between to touch the cool leather surface below. He feels Katsuki move behind him and jolts when a thick strap locks over his ankles and is tightened until they are pinned in place over the padded surface. Experimentally, he tries to move them and finds that they are securely strapped in place. Katsuki grabs one of the straps hanging to the side and drapes it over Eijrou’s lap and then moves to the other side efficiently, before buckling the straps together and once again pulling on the slack to tighten it. It presses over Eijirou’s thighs, making the skin bulge just slightly on either side, pinning his thighs down over his calves. 

Katsuki pauses, looking over the straps and then meets Eijirou’s curious gaze. “What’s your color, Eijirou?”

Eijirou searches himself for any sign of discomfort. Like this, his legs are fully restrained and he’ll be unable to move them even an inch. He gets the feeling that there’s still more to come, but he’s actually kind of excited, an anticipatory hum thrumming steadily through him. “Green, sir,” he says lightly, feeling the truth of it. 

Katsuki gives him a mischievous smile before he reaches forward and places a warm palm on Eijirou’s back between his shoulder blades. The heavy push comes as a surprise and Eijirou lets out a gasp as his upper body is forced forward, folding over his restrained and spread knees. Before he even gets his breath back, another strap is being tightened over his back, keeping his upper body flush to the table top. His ass is tilted up in this position and his cheeks heat, realizing how prone and exposed he is as cool air from the air conditioning brushes over his entrance. While he’s debating how he feels about this new development, his wrists are grabbed from either side of his head where he’d landed on his hands, and are tugged above his head. For just a moment, his body tenses, prepared to struggle, but he’s able to curb it just in time as Katsuki goes about slipping padded cuffs over each one and tightening the straps until his arms are spread tightly above his head. He squirms, testing the give and finds that the only part of his body he can move freely is his head and neck. Vulnerability rolls over him and he feels the hardening ripple down over all of his limbs. His heart feels like it's pounding in his ears and for a second he almost feels ready to safeword, unsure of Katsuki’s plans and whether he should trust this position. He’s never been exposed like this before…

A gentle hand suddenly strokes through his long hair and gently twists it so that it’s up and out of his face from where it had fallen over his shoulders. Katsuki rakes his nails over Eijirou’s scalp. “You look so beautiful, baby, all tied up for me to use,” Katsuki murmurs and Eijirou shudders when those nails trail down the back of his neck and rake gently over his spine. “You know, I wondered whether I should say anything, but I think you need to hear it. I’m a big fan of yours, you know…” Katsuki continues in a smooth and soothing voice, trailing his nails lower until he reaches the base of Eijirou’s spine. “I didn’t know who you were at first. I should have known though. Fuck…Eijirou. To know that I have “Red Riot the sturdy hero” here at my fingertips, soft and willing on my table. Baby, I want to fucking spoil you…” Katsuki’s nails disappear and soft fingertips trail down through Eijirou’s crack. The meaningful words sink into Eijirou. He thinks he should be embarrassed with the knowledge that Katsuki has figured out his identity. But instead, he just feels relieved. He feels SEEN.

Eijirou inhales sharply when those tender fingers brush over his entrance and pause to circle lightly around his hole. A thumb presses down firmly and Eijirou feels his insides pulse with unimaginable desire. Suddenly, his restraints are completely forgotten and he lets out a soft sound at just the smallest stimulation. “You’ve needed this so badly, haven’t you, Eijirou?” Katsuki asks, tone laden with dark promise. 

Eijirou’s breaths pick up when that thumb presses just a little harder, rubbing over his rim. “Yes, sir,” he breathes out heavily.

Katsuki hums like he expected the answer. Eijirou jumps a little when he hears a quiet click in the silence of the room. Katsuki’s fingers disappear from his skin for only a moment before they’re back, this time slick and cool. A small groan leaks from his lips when those fingers brush the liquid thickly over his entrance.

KATSUKI

Katsuki is having a bit of a crisis for the first time in his many long years of doing this. He might be fan-boying a little hard about having Red fucking Riot restrained to his table with his hole on clear display, helpless and moaning for him. The power is fucking heady as Katsuki thumbs over the little pink pucker that shines in the dim light. He swirls his fingers around, gently loosening the twitching rim. “Such a tight little hole, Eijirou,” he comments and firmly begins to press the tip of his pointer finger past firm resistance. The hero below lets out an honest to god whimper and Katsuki’s cock responds to the call, thickening once more in his pants and pressing against the zipper. He twists his finger as he presses inside heated plush walls, wetting the tunnel. He grabs the lube with his other hand and squirts more of the thick clear liquid directly over Eijirou’s hole as he presses deeper. When he hits his knuckles, he draws the finger back slowly to the tip, gathering more lube before pushing back inside a little faster than before.

Eijirou’s insides cling to just a single digit and Katsuki gets a little lost as he starts to pump his finger inside steadily. Thoughts of pressing his cock inside become nearly overwhelming. As Eijirou’s muscles begin to loosen, he slowly adds a second finger into wet silky heat. 

“Taking it so well, Eijirou,” he purrs. Generally, he’s not so praise heavy with his subs, but Eijirou seems to suck it up like a sponge, and Katsuki feeds off of his innocent and honest reactions. Every time he praises the hero, he watches that pretty pink blush span across his skin and the little ripples of his quirk that tend to zip unintentionally over his body. Katsuki stretches his fingers wide against Eijirou’s straining rim and is rewarded with a long groan, accompanied by little waves of hardening that look like scales zipping up and down Eijirou’s spine. He sees the thick muscles in the hero’s back and thighs tense as if he wants to rock backward, making Katsuki grin, knowing that he holds complete power over Eijirou’s pleasure. The hero will only get whatever Katsuki is willing to give…a total power exchange.

A shaky sigh shudders from the redhead when Katsuki wiggles a third finger in next to the others. “When is the last time you bottomed?” Katsuki asks, twisting his fingers through tight resistance. Eijirou tries to squirm in his bindings at the new stimulation, but Katsuki ignores it.

“Ummm…I normally top, sir,” Eijirou huffs, strained.

“Is this your first time bottoming, baby?” Katsuki asks gently. Fuck, he should have asked sooner. He’d made an assumption…a fucking rookie mistake. He slows his fingers to a stop, in favor of running the fingers of his dry hand soothingly over Eijirou’s lower back.

“No, sir,” Eijirou breathes out and his entire upper back hardens into jagged formation.

“Would you like to stop?” Katsuki keeps his voice firm despite the blow to his ego at not confirming a vital piece of information on the man submitting beneath him.

“Please keep going. Please, sir…

Katsuki blinks at the desperate pleading tone, as if Eijirou were begging for a meal while starving. He strokes his hand once more over firm tanned skin and poises his fingers back at Eijirou’s entrance. “You beg so nicely, baby,” Katsuki purrs and thrusts his fingers back inside roughly. Eijirou gives the sweetest moan and Katsuki’s cock practically drools as the sound reverberates in his ears and settles him back into the driver’s seat of his dominion. “You haven’t answered my question though, boy…” he reminds with a growl.

“I don’t remember, sir,” Eijirou rushes out, breaths coming a little faster as Katsuki picks up the pace of plunging his fingers through plush walls. “It’s been a couple of years.”

“Why?” Katsuki asks. Normally, he wouldn’t question his subs, but for some reason he needs to know more about Eijirou, needs to understand him on an intrinsic level. More than anything, he wants to give this hero exactly what he needs. In order to do that, Katsuki needs to get to the heart of the matter and figure out exactly what those needs are. Most of the time, he’d have an itemized list of a sub’s desires and wants. Eijirou doesn’t know what he wants…let alone what he needs, so Katsuki is going to do what he does best and decide for the little hero.

When the silence stretches for a little too long, Katsuki curls his fingers just right. The yelp he receives makes him smirk. Now that he’s found Eijirou’s little button, he plans to push it repeatedly. He strokes heavily over the spot. “I expect an answer, Eijirou,” he reminds firmly.

“I-I don’t know. It’s always just been expected of me and I just sorta went along with it cuz I didn’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings or be judged cuz of my size or status as a hero. I’m always expected to be the sturdy hero 24/7…and most of the time, I can live with that,” he rambles, quirk rippling rapidly over random body parts like it can’t decide where to settle.

Just as Katsuki suspected. Eijirou has been trapped in a steel box of image and expectation. Katsuki just needs to blow the doors off the hinges and let him out. “In here, you aren’t Red Riot,” Katsuki states. “In this room, there are no expectations of what you are or aren’t. There is only you and me. The only thing you need to worry about is pleasing me. Honesty pleases me greatly, Eijirou. Do you understand?” Katsuki curls his fingers harder, and plunges his fingers faster.

Eijirou lets out a deep groan that resonates from his chest. “Yessss, sir,” he rasps. 

“Tell me the truth now. Do you like this?” Katsuki barks.

“Yes, sir,” Eijirou hisses, his hole clamping down tightly.

Katsuki drills his fingers a little harder as a reward. “Do you want to serve me?”

“Yes, sir,” Eijirou groans, limbs trembling slightly within the restraints. Katsuki wonders if the little hero is getting close.

“Do you like being restrained for me to use however I see fit?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you want me to stuff your little hole with my cock and cum?” Katsuki grins when Eijirou’s whole body fluctuates with his quirk and for a moment he wonders whether Eijirou will break through the restraints.

“Fuck yes, sir!” Eijirou shouts raggedly and his whole body tenses, making the table creak with the tension against the straps. He lets out a harsh cry that nearly has Katsuki coming in his damn pants like a teenager. Katsuki watches, entranced, as Eijirou shakes and moans as he cums. Katsuki slows his fingers, continuing to milk the little gland and extend the pleasure. When all of Eijirou’s limbs suddenly go lax, Katsuki slowly pulls his fingers from his quivering entrance. 

“Good fucking boy,” he praises and runs both of his palms over the firm flesh of Eijirou’s ass. His boy has a lack of confidence. He knows his desires and needs, but puts everyone else’s above his own, snuffing out his own light in the process. He is powerful in his kindness, but it also weakens him. He needs Katsuki to help set the balance…and Katsuki is all too happy to take on the challenge.

He strikes the firm globe of Eijirou’s ass without warning and Eijirou lets out a surprised grunt, but doesn’t protest. Katsuki swings back and lands another harsh slap to the hero’s other cheek, watching as the skin turns a delightful pink. “This ass was made to be worshiped, Eijirou…you’ve done it a disservice by letting it go so long without a nice thick cock to stuff it full,” Katsuki sneers cruelly, testing Eijirou just a little more.

Eijirou lets out a suffering groan. “Yes, sir,” he confirms, voice soft and accepting.

Katsuki slaps the cheek again over his previous mark and then shoves his fingers back inside Eijirou’s softened and twitching hole, finding his sweet spot instantly and stroking over the sensitive little bundle of nerves. Eijirou twitches under the touch and whimpers, making Katsuki’s cock throb with need. “A hole this perfect was made to be used, Eijirou. It’s meant to be bred thoroughly. Is that what you need from me, sweet boy? You need me to show you exactly what you’ve been missing?” Katsuki coos, just steadily pumping his fingers in and out languidly while Eijirou trembles in sensitivity from cumming so recently.

“Yes, please, sir. I’ll take whatever pleases you,” Eijirou whispers.

Katsuki slowly withdraws his finger to unzip his pants and pull out his aching cock to relieve the pressure after hearing such a perfect answer. He grabs the lube once more and drizzles it over his heated length, smearing the thick liquid over the shaft and tip until his cock shines in the dim light. The height of the table is just low enough for him to step up to it and notch his cock at Eijirou’s puffy rim. Holding himself steady, he begins to push past that tight little pink pucker, sinking slowly into the tightest hole he’s ever had the pleasure of stretching wide.

EIJIROU

Eijirou heaves harsh breaths as his walls are being stretched wider than they’ve ever been around Katsuki’s girth. If he were free of the restraints, he knows that he’d be rocking back, desperate and needy to have that heavy cock inside him. There’s a bit of a burn as Katsuki presses in at a glacial pace that makes Eijirou whine. He doesn’t mind the burn, if anything, it makes his nerves sizzle just a little bit harder and his insides crave to be stuffed even more. He thinks over Katsuki’s words, exposing and flaying him open, seeing right through him and his insecurities. The man who only just met him tonight, plucked out all of those sad lonely parts of Eijirou and cradled them in his hand, only to soothingly stroke over them with all of his praise and reassurance. Eijirou knows that he’s a people pleaser, but with that, came all of the unexpected strings and expectations. Here, he knows exactly where he stands, or rather kneels before the man who holds only one expectation…that Eijirou serve him honestly and trust that Katsuki knows what to do. Trust is a fickle thing, but Eijirou feels like he can readily leave his burdens behind when Katsuki takes control. He can feel it in his gut, that Katsuki will cherish his submission and lead him to heights that Eijriou has never known before.

More of that delicious length slides inside and Eijirou lets out a gasp, feeling the fullest he’s ever been. It feels like Katsuki is carving out space for him, and only him, within Eijirou…claiming him. Warmth drifts through him, needing to be wanted, and Katsuki has taken up the challenge of taking that need and stoking it into an inferno.

“I can feel you thinking too hard, boy. Just let it go and feel it,” Katsuki purrs behind him. Eijirou wishes he could see the man’s face as he’s split apart, but something about the mystery drives his imagination and makes him feel pleasantly hazy as he’s forced to take it without seeing it.

“Yes, sir,” he rasps and focuses in on the feeling of that thick veiny shaft dragging through his tunnel and pressing up against all of the spots that he’s never been able to reach. 

“That’s it, Eijirou, just relax and let me take care of you,” Katsuki murmurs, “This little hole is so tight, sucking on my cock perfectly.”

Eijirou sighs in pleasure, the burn fading to delicious pressure. “So full,” he hisses, muscles straining as Katsuki feeds him more of his cock. His breaths turn humid and sweat trickles down his back, tickling the flesh there.

“Only halfway,” Katsuki teases and Eijirou lets out a groan that sounds slutty even to his own ears.

He lays his forehead down against cool leather, trying to breathe even though it feels like his organs are being pushed out of the way to make room. He hadn’t lied when he said he’d bottomed before, but this…this is a whole new animal. The last time had literally been a desperate heated quickie when Eijirou had been drunk and barely able to remember it. He can’t recall feeling this exquisite torture, this soul shattering pleasure of being filled.

“Sir,” he breathes out on an exhale. Unsure of what he wanted to say. His mind feels foggy and blissed out, even though this has only just begun. 

Katsuki hums in acknowledgement. “Just a little more, baby,” he rumbles. “Taking it so well.”

Eijirou practically glows at the praise as Katsuki grips his cheeks in a bruising grip and spreads them wide. He imagines Katsuki looking down with that predatorial glint in his eyes while watching his cock disappear. After what feels like an eternity later, hips bump against Eijirou’s ass as he tries to suck air into his lungs. He feels lightheaded as Katsuki stills, nestled so fucking deep that Eijirou shivers and feels his hole pulse.

“How’s it feel, Eijirou?” Katsuki asks huskily.

“Incredible, sir,” he responds without hesitation, voice airy.

Eijirou sucks in a stuttered breath when Katsuki draws his hips backward languidly until only the tip remains and then rocks back inside with more force. “Fuck,” Eijirou curses when Katsuki bottoms out.

Katsuki shifts his firm grip from Eijirou’s cheeks to his hips as he pulls back once again and this time drives inside roughly. A noise Eijirou didn’t even know he was capable of making flies from his lips as he jolts in the straps from the impact. He wants more of that, wants to feel the full force of Katsuki’s lust for him. Despite being the one restrained and helpless, he feels power swell in him knowing that a man like Katsuki wants him. 

Katsuki had agreed to showing him around, sure…but this doesn’t feel like a professional favor. It doesn’t feel like some sort of business ploy to gain a new customer. He can feel Katsuki’s lust and desire as he begins stroking inside Eijirou with claiming thrusts. This feels like Katsuki taking ownership over him and his pleasure…and Eijirou feeds off of the heady unspoken promise.

“Please, sir,” he pleads needily. He greedily wants it all…wants everything that Katsuki deigns to give him. Wants Katsuki to ruin him and show him all of the sins kept within the walls of The Devil’s Den. He knows now that Katsuki is the Devil behind the moniker and Eijirou has been blessed with his undivided attention. Fuck, he craves it…already addicted.

Katsuki quickens his thrusts as if egged on by Eijirou’s plea for more. “Keep begging just like that, Eijirou,” he commands, now railing against Eijirou’s ass.  

Eijirou trembles when Katsuki’s angle changes just slightly to beat against his prostate. He lets out a squeal at the intensity, his balls throbbing from where they’re trapped against the table underneath him. “Please, sir. Oh, fuck, right there. Please don’t stop. Feels so good,” Eijirou babbles, his cock leaking profusely, adding to his already dried and flaking cum against the tops of his thighs.

Katsuki’s thick cock batters against his insides and he knows that he’ll be sore, but he fucking loves it. He wants Katsuki to fuck him so hard that he walks with a limp for patrol tomorrow. 

“Yeah, you like it rough, Eijirou? Need me to punish this sweet little hole?” Katsuki grits out and Eijirou cries out when another harsh slap lands against his ass.

“Oh my god,” Eijirou pants. “Fuck…please, please, please,” he mumbles through gritted teeth, the coil in his gut winding tight and ready to snap.

“Are you gonna cum, little hero?” Katsuki barks, and the tone just adds to the pressure building inside.

“Yes, sir!” Eijirou shouts hoarsely. “Please, please, can I come?” he begs. He’s not sure where the urge to ask for permission came from, but he can’t seem to control the words tumbling from his lips.

“Cum for me, Eijirou. Make a fucking mess on my cock,” Katsuki demands, words layered with a power that slams over Eijirou making him buzz inside his skin. Katsuki drills inside his ass, pummeling his insides and pounding against his gland.

The pressure inside him explodes. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Eijirou screams as fire licks at his insides and sears pleasure directly over his nerve endings. He shakes and clamps down over Katsuki’s cock desperate for those brutal thrusts, feeling as if they’re directly compressing his balls and forcing the cum to spray over his bent legs. 

“God, that’s good. Clenching around me so nicely. Fucking perfect,” Katsuki growls, still sliding through Eijirou’s spasming walls.

KATSUKI

Eijirou is glorious in his pleasure, hardening rolling over his skin in pulses in the same rhythm that he clenches tightly over Katsuki’s cock. Katsuki can’t hold back much longer, Eijirou’s insides clinging to his cock and dragging him towards orgasm by force. His balls are drawn up tight to his body as he ruts deep within the hero’s guts. “Beg for my cum, boy,” he demands harshly through his own heaving breaths. “Beg me to stuff this perfect hole with my cum!”

Eijirou trembles in oversensitivity, panting wildly through his nose as Katsuki digs his fingertips into the soft flesh of Eijirou’s hips. “Please,” the hero whispers loudly. “Fill me up, sir. Fuck me full of your cum. Breed me. Need it. Want to feel it. Make me yours.”

Katsuki’s hips stutter at the hazy desperate words. He can tell the Eijirou has fallen so nicely into that subby headspace. But the words “make me yours” echo in his mind with surround sound. Fuck…he wants him. Katsuki doesn’t do attachments. He does contracts, not commitments.  But in such a short time, something about this beautiful hero has scratched its way in and buried itself deeply under his skin. He knew Eijirou was special the moment he laid eyes on him. Knew that Eijirou was something different. For the first time, Katsuki’s instincts roar that this one is meant for him and him alone. He could spend forever inside of Eijirou, but it’s not just the pleasure of his body that calls to Katsuki. It’s the nature of who Eijirou is…a caring, compassionate, reliable man with insecurities that Katsuki already plans to pluck out of him like pervasive weeds and grow something new. It’s with startling clarity that he wants more than just one night, he wants a hell of a lot more.

 “ You’re fucking mine, Eijirou ,” Katsuki snarls and he nearly doubles over the top of the hero as his cock pulses and begins to unload, bathing Eijirou’s insides with his claim. Eijirou lets out an animalistic groan beneath him as Katsuki slowly grinds his cock inside, pushing his cum deeper.

They both lay there for several moments, just catching their breath and Katsuki stroking over the now settled and soft skin of Eijirou’s back. “You okay, Eijirou?” Katsuki asks softly as he stands upright and tucks himself back into his pants.

“Mmmmhmmm,” Eijirou hums quietly. Katsuki unstraps Eijirou’s ankles first, and then quickly releases the straps over the boy’s lap and back. Eijirou doesn’t shift an inch, even after being released. Katsuki quickly unhooks the cuffs around strong wrists and begins to rub over the flesh where Eijiro had strained against them and indented his tanned skin. “Baby,” Katsuki murmurs when there’s still no movement from Eijirou. He knows that Eijirou is floating and for a first time sub, the feeling can be unusual. “Can you get up, sweetheart?” he asks gently.

A quiet groan is his only response. Katsuki brushes his fingers through long red strands softly. “You did so well, baby. Absolutely perfect. Such a good boy…” Katsuki praises lowly, letting his voice drop low. “My perfect boy.”

After several minutes, Katsuki moves to Eijirou’s side and brushes over his strong arm. “C’mon, sweetheart, let me get you to bed.” He shuffles his shoulder under Eijirou’s arm, wrapping it around his neck and slowly helps him sit up. Katsuki reaches to the side of the table for the wipes he keeps there, and gently wipes over Eijirou’s navel and legs, scrubbing the dried cum from his skin. Lovely garnet eyes blink at him, dazed and looking at Katsuki like he’s the only thing in the room worth focusing on. The hero shifts to the edge of the table and shakily gets to his feet, letting Katsuki take his weight. Katsuki helps him limp to the large bed in the back corner of the room, helping Eijirou shuffle in on his side under the fluffy comforter. Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to strip completely down for the first time tonight and slide in behind him to wrap his arm around his hero.

“Thank you, sir,” Eijirou mutters softly.

Katsuki blinks and wraps his arm a little tighter around Eijirou’s waist. He nuzzles between long red strands. “What for, sweet boy?” he whispers, unsure of which part Eijirou is currently focused on. He strokes his hand over the peaks and valleys of Eijirou’s abs. He’s always provided aftercare for his subs, it’s one of his hard limits, never wanting to be the reason for a drop. But with Eijirou, it feels infinitely more intimate. As their skin brushes together, Katsuki can feel his skin tingle at every point of contact. It feels warm and comfortable. Maybe he’s reading too much into this. Maybe Eijirou’s words were just impulsive in the heat of the moment. Katsuki has had subs wish for more with him in the past and he politely shut them down, but now the role is reversed and he wonders if the tightness in his chest is an uncharacteristic fear of rejection.

“For everything,” he says on a sigh, but the tone is just slightly off, almost saddened.

Katsuki strokes his hand upwards over Eijirou’s chest and lightly circles his neck, rubbing his thumb in circles over the pulse point. “Why do you sound sad, Eijirou? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” Eijirou murmurs. “It was perfect. Too perfect.”

“Then what's wrong, baby?”

“I don’t want it to end,” Eijirou responds faintly.

Usually, Katsuki would blanch at those words, knowing that he was about to put down a boundary that may or may not upset his partner during the tender and vulnerable moments after a scene. But now, something warms and spreads inside him, reassuring him that maybe he has a shot at earning more than just the hero’s body. Katsuki loves control in all things, but right now he feels dangerously out of his depth.

Eijirou shifts across the sheets, putting himself flush to Katsuki’s front, their bodies fitting together like well worn puzzle pieces, and sighs happily like this is all he’s desired his entire life. Katsuki can’t help but agree, feeling Eijirou’s pulse spike just a little under his fingertips. He tightens his hand around tender flesh, something possessive and hot sweeping through him. He wants everything with this shy and sweet hero. He wants to own him on every level…body, heart, mind, and soul. He wants to devour him and keep him safe, be the rock for the man who literally lives his life to be that for others. The revelation is startling as Katsuki leans forward to kiss the back of Eijirou’s neck. The hero shivers under the light caress of lips making Katsuki do it again, just to provoke more of the delicious reaction. 

Eijirou gives a light groan, grinding his ass backwards over Katsuki’s already hardening length. Katsuki may not be twenty anymore, but man pressed against him makes him feel young with fresh desire. 

Katsuki slightly leans up over Eijirou, keeping his fingers circled around his neck like a collar. He presses his lips to the spot just behind Eijirou’s ear as he rolls his hips forward against Eijirou’s ass. “What if it didn’t have to end, Eijirou?” he whispers against the shell of Eijirou’s ear.

Eijirou gives a full body shudder and Katsuki can feel the hardening ripple over the areas where their skin is flush together.

“What do you mean?” Eijirou croaks.

Katsuki releases Eijirou’s throat briefly to reach between them to guide his cock to Eijirou’s still slick entrance and once more sheaths himself in warm clenching insides, making Eijirou moan at being filled. His hand once again makes its way to Eijirou’s neck and settles there as he rocks his hips lazily, just needing to feel Eijirou wrapped around him.

“Sir…” Eijirou whispers, already sounding debauched.

“My sweet Eijirou,” Katsuki murmurs against his ear and presses another kiss just above where his fingers are planted. “Do you want to be mine?” Katsuki’s heart trembles and tenses in his chest in anticipation, wondering what Eijirou’s answer will be.

“Y-you want a c-contract with me ?” Eijirou stammers hesitantly between panting breaths while Katsuki keeps his strokes deep and slow inside him, not really in a hurry to reach the finish, just wanting to feel connected with the man in front of him.

“No, baby,” Katsuki corrects lightly and nips the back of Eijirou’s ear.

“I don’t understand, sir,” Eijirou admits, sounding hurt.

“I don’t want just a contract with you, Eijirou…” Katsuki reassures, squeezing his hand a little tighter on the sides of Eijirou’s neck to give him that nice lightheaded sensation. “I want more. I want to own you…want to take you out on dates, show you off, lay in bed and watch stupid movies, cook you meals, spoil you with my cock… I want to dominate you and take care of you. I don’t want it to end either. You’re something special, Eijirou and I want more,” Katsuki growls, hardening his thrusts but keeping the slow sweet rhythm.

Eijirou sucks in a subtle gasp and suddenly clamps over Katsuki’s cock, muscles pulsing and clinging to Katsuki’s shaft as if to keep him buried forever. The hero arches his neck into Katsuki’s hold, subconsciously accepting Katsuki’s claim, giving him his answer before the words even tumble sweetly from Eijirou’s lips.

“Please, sir. Want it so bad,” Eijirou moans and rocks his hips back to meet Katsuki’s thrusts.

“Stay the night with me,” Katsuki purrs. “I’m nowhere near done with you,” he promises, fucking into Eijirou as if he can communicate his need directly through his cock.

“I have to work tomorrow afternoon,” Eijirou chokes out when Katsuki shifts his hips to nail Eijirou’s sweet spot.

“You might wanna take the day off, baby. I’m gonna make you feel every inch of me…” Katsuki promises, an edge to his voice, not willing to be parted from prize so soon. “If you’re good and take all of it, I’ll even make you breakfast in bed.”

“Fuck,” Eijirou says through a clenched jaw, eagerly thrusting his hips back to meet Katsuki. 

The urge to mark Eijirou slams into him and he opens his jaw to bite down on tender flesh and suck at it viciously. Eijirou shouts and squirms, bucking his hips back wildly while Katsuki visibly stakes his claim, and sucks until the blood rises to the surface for a blooming bruise that all of the world will be able to see. Eijirou’s insides squeeze down over his shaft and then a ragged moan splits the air around them as Eijirou’s back bows. Katsuki pistons into him harder while squeezing hard enough to block Eijirou’s air. “Cum for me, Eijirou. Cum on my fucking cock, baby,” he snarls.

Eijirou’s mouth opens wide on an airless silent scream, eyes fluttering upwards while his orgasm rolls through him. Katsuki fucks him viciously through it and releases Eijirou’s neck just in time for his own orgasm to roll through him, Eijirou’s insides sucking so greedily at his cock and begging for his cum. A flood flows from his tip while he continues with short sharp thrusts, his balls aching as they unload into the tender fleshy cavern of Eijirou’s ass. “God… my fucking good boy,” Katsuki grunts, as the last remaining drops drip from his slit to join the growing pool inside Eijirou.

They both sort of collapse against one another, limbs and flesh tangled together while aftershocks zip through them both. After a moment of humid heavy breathing, Eijirou flips over to face Katsuki, their faces only inches apart so that Katsuki can feel the hero’s breath brushing over his lips. He doesn’t think while gazing into those soft garnet eyes and leans forward to capture Eijirou’s lips with his own. Eijirou eagerly responds, moving his lips in sync. Katsuki licks the seam of his mouth, asking his own sort of permission which Eijirou grants with a parting of his lips. Katsuki thrusts his tongue inside, desperate to claim Eijirou’s mouth just like the rest of him. Their tongues tangle and dance, Eijirou whimpering into Katsuki’s mouth. Katsuki reaches out and pulls him even closer by the back of the neck, mashing their mouths so tightly together that their teeth clack together, but neither of them seem to mind as they hungrily share breaths.

Eijirou pulls back when they’re both breathless. “You sure you want me?” he asks, sounding so unsure of himself.

Katsuki smirks in response and yanks Eijirou forward until their foreheads touch and he can look directly into those captivating eyes. “Eijirou, you’re already mine,” Katsuki states, voice low and steady.

Eijirou lets out a shaky breath and searches Katsuki’s eyes, looking for the lie, but Katsuki knows that he won’t find one.

“She knew this would happen…” Eijirou suddenly whispers and rolls his eyes with a smile quirking his lips upwards in a way that Katsuki can only describe as adorable.

“Care to elaborate, Eijirou?” Katsuki asks playfully, completely lost as to what the hero is talking about.

“Mina,” Eijirou states dryly, as if that answers the question.

“I’m not following,” Katsuki admits, leaning back slightly and raising a brow.

“She has this thing about matchmaking…” Eijirou says lightly.

Katsuki thinks through it, and realizes that Mina did seem awfully pushy about him spending time with Eijirou and showing him around. Then as she’d walked away and Eijirou was distracted by Katsuki’s hand, she’d whispered to Katsuki “Take good care of him.”

Katsuki gives a playful groan. Mina has always had this unnatural ability at the club to get compatible dom/sub pairs together. He never thought she’d apply it to him though. He looks fondly at Eijirou and can’t help the giddy feeling of gratitude for her interference.

Eijirou gives a light chuckle. “You realize that we’re never going to hear the end of it, right?”

Katsuki snorts. He’s gotten to know Mina pretty well over the last couple of years…so yeah…he has a pretty good idea. He playfully tackles Eijirou to his back over the mattress and lays over him. “Hmmmm…I think she outdid herself this time. She brought me my favorite hero on a silver platter and served him up for me to devour,” Katsuki murmurs and leans down to nip over Eijirou’s neck.Eijirou tilts his head back, giving Katsuki more room.

”You may not have known what you needed when you walked through my door,” Katsuki mutters into the delicate flesh as he presses kisses up Eijirou’s jaw. “But I do… and I know that I need you too. Gonna keep you sweet hero and give you all of those wants that you never knew you had.”

Katsuki feels Eijirou’s cock give a valiant kick between them and Katsuki’s responds in kind as he presses their lips together again.

“Yes, sir,” Eijirou rasps against his lips and Katsuki smirks in victory.