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Nothing could have ever prepared Shouto for this. Though the youngest son, he was groomed to take the throne from the moment he was born. He was pampered. Taught by the kingdom’s most prestigious scholars and trained by only the most talented of knights. Dressed in the finest wools and expensive threads from across the sea, layers upon layers added each day to protect his modesty, becoming the paragon of everything the Crown Prince should be.

And then the kingdom fell to ruins.

Now, he’s covered in nothing but sheer satin dressings that expose his body in full, tucked away in the topmost corner of a large, overly adorned bed in the Dragon King’s personal chambers. While unbecoming of a prince in his territory, this is what is customary here. In his new home.

Even more than the change in environment and clothing, one thing has come as an even larger shock to him still: Shouto is a married man.

As if on cue, the large wooden door creaks open, and Shouto’s new husband enters.

“Prince To— Shou—” Clearing his throat, the king tries a different name. “Half and Half.”

It’s a term of not-quite-endearment the king has used for him since they were children. Never one for pleasantries, Bakugou Katsuki glosses over all formalities and instead defers to the teasing childhood nickname.

After Katsuki shuts the door behind him, he locks it, then makes toward the bed where Shouto is sitting. Shouto scrambles to cover himself with whatever is available. Unfortunately, this only serves to stir the heavy scent of the king’s pheromones clinging to the bed furs. Shouto shoves down the ensuing mix of emotions.

“What do you want… my King?” Shouto doesn’t mean for it to sound as cold and accusatory as it does. A pang of guilt stabs his heart when he notices Katsuki flinch.

“Tch, drop the title. It’s weird hearing that from you. Just call me Katsuki.” Rather than clambering onto the bed, Katsuki sits daintily on the edge, as if he wants to give Shouto as much space as possible. “I came to explain things to you. I… regret that I haven’t had the chance yet.” 

Shouto sees no deception in those vibrant, crimson eyes that seem to glow in the low candlelight. Though, he hadn’t seen the deception in his brother’s until it was too late.

The air shifts between them. Katsuki, the typically brash and proud King of the Dragons, looks down at his lap and picks at the corners of his nails. In his curiosity, Shouto leans forward. “Have you been… treated well? Since coming to my kingdom?”

It’s not the question Shouto expects. Though he’s effectively been a prisoner for the last fortnight, he’s primarily been treated as one would treat an esteemed guest. The servants have been nothing but kind and understanding, even during the times Shouto refused to eat or to change into the clothes he’s so unaccustomed to. Any staff he’s had the fortune of meeting have been respectful and did not treat him with contempt. They haven’t called him names or commented on his appearance. There has been no indication they see him as less than for being an omega, and a male one at that—as a scourge on the family name despite his clear intent for the throne.

They’ve treated him better than those who were supposed to become his own subjects ever did.

And that includes the king. His husband.

“Yes,” Shouto finally answers. “I have.”

“Good.” Katsuki nods his head as if working himself up to something. “I’m glad.”

In all the time Shouto has known Katsuki, he’s never seen him this nervous. His confidence has never lacked. Even as a child Katsuki would traipse around the Todoroki’s castle as if he owned the place. He would grab Shouto by the hand and confidently lead him wherever his little heart desired, saving Shouto from the lengthy, diplomatic meetings they were doomed to attend later in life.

At least, Shouto would have, had his kingdom not fallen.

“First, I want to be clear that you don't have to do anything you don't want to,” Katsuki continues. “I know we’re expected to, um… consummate the marriage.” A rosy hue colors Katuski’s cheeks and the quick spike in pheromones releases his deep, honey and cinnamon scent. The combination of that and the insinuation of Katsuki’s words cause Shouto’s spine to straighten.  “And eventually people will ask about an heir but…” Crimson eyes dart around the room until they find Shouto’s gaze.

Something throbs inside Shouto’s chest. Before their wedding, it had been quite some time since Shouto had last seen Katsuki; with all the turmoil in the kingdom, foreign affairs were the least of their worries. But it seems as though Katsuki has really come into his own. His shoulders are broad and his already sharp features are even more chiseled. Befitting of an alpha ruler.

Shouto had never really thought of such things before—marriage and heirs—or at least not in the sense of how they would apply to him. He’s spent most of his life abhorring the idea of producing litters of offspring, all vying for the throne. But here, in the personal bedchamber he will now share with Katsuki, next to the strong, commanding alpha, something grabs on to the back of his mind and refuses to let go. It wonders what it would be like to be with Katsuki. What kind of lover he would be. How those large, calloused hands would feel on his supple skin as Shouto gives away his innocence.

Shouto finds he doesn’t completely detest the thought.

With a heavy sigh, Katuski runs a hand over his face. “Fuck. Okay. Let me start over” He turns to address Shouto properly. Still in his ceremonial attire, his striking bare chest is on display, and when he reaches out his arm toward Shouto, the long, red cape drapes off his shoulder to expose more skin. “Shouto. I know this isn’t… ideal, but…” Katsuki stops and swallows thickly. “Shouto, you’re mine now. And not as in a possession, but as in one of my own. My family. I will protect you fiercely and be devoted to you fully. I take care of what’s mine and I intend to do so until the day I die.”

The words rattle around in Shouto’s mind: you’re mine. In one sense, it raises his hackles, Shouto much too proud and independent to be owned, especially by an alpha. In another, it stirs a warmth in Shouto’s chest. “Why? Why would you do such a thing?”

“Because it’s you.” Katsuki answers quickly and honestly. There is no hesitation. No room for doubt. 

Still, Shouto doesn’t understand what lies beneath Katsuki’s declaration. “What do you mean?”

There’s a slight sheen to Katsuki’s vibrant red eyes. “Because it’s you,” he repeats. “Again, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. And I don’t expect anything from you other than what you’re willing to freely give. But I need you to know—” A tentative hand reaches out and rests against the sheets until their fingers brush— “I would do anything for you. Even before… everything… I hoped that this is where we would end up some day. I wanted to have more time. To court you properly.” Katsuki pauses. He reaches out a little further, his fingers crawling up the back of Shouto’s hand, his expression softening when Shouto allows it to happen. “I don’t expect you to love me back, Shouto, though I can’t help but to hope that someday, maybe you can.”

Shouto is at a complete loss for words.

He had no problem understanding his brother’s betrayal and his father’s deceptions. But this—to know that he’s wanted, and by Katsuki, no less—is nearly unfathomable. And yet, that small crack in Shouto’s veneer allows a sliver of recognition to seep through. He flips his hand over and feels along the lines of Katsuki’s palm.

As a kid, he used to hold these hands, using either his right or left side depending on the season to help stave off the extreme temperatures. In their teenage years, Shouto would be held down by these palms during their sparring sessions, then recall them vividly in his dreams.

Trace amounts of mint and cypress begin to permeate the air.

“You say you don’t expect me to love you back.” Shouto stares at their joined hands, unable to look Katsuki in the eyes. “Am I correct to infer that means you…”

Though his sentence trails off, Katsuki understands, and he replies in a hushed tone. “Yeah. I do.”

The thick silence sits heavily between them.

“How long?” Shouto asks.

Katsuki huffs a laugh to himself. When Shouto looks up, he’s smiling, his handsome features accentuated in the candlelight. “As long as I can remember.”

A dull ache squeezes in Shouto’s chest. But it’s not unpleasant; instead it’s a little exhilarating. Soothing. A mixture of emotions that shouldn’t make sense and yet somehow they do.

“I don’t know if I can love you,” Shouto answers honestly. He catches the way Katsuki’s expression falters for the briefest moment before returning to normal. “But,” he says, watching the beautiful flicker of hope spark behind Katsuki’s eyes, “I want to try.”

Sweet honey and spicy cinnamon invade Shouto’s senses. Katsuki’s face flushes and his free hand adjusts his cape to mostly cover the scent glands near his neck. Katsuki clears his throat. “Sorry,” he mutters.

The tension that has been hanging between them breaks all at once. Shouto is almost dizzy with the drastic change, so he bends over while he laughs, struggling to keep himself up right.

“What’s so funny?”

Shouto distantly hears Katsuki talking to him. But he can’t quite make out the words over the unfamiliar sound of his own laughter.

“Oi! Watch it.”

Tears form in the corners of Shouto’s eyes. His stomach hurts. Somehow, he still hasn’t let go of Katsuki’s hand.

“Hey!” Katsuki goes to nudge Shouto’s shoulder, but with their bodies so off balance, Shouto falls back against the bed, and Katsuki’s momentum propels him forward. Thankfully, he catches himself just before he lands on top of Shouto.

Still, it leaves Katsuki hovering over Shouto’s prone body. Only then does Shouto remember just how exposed he is. Katsuki seems to remember at the same time, because crimson eyes begin to scan the length of Shouto’s form, then suddenly stop before returning to Shouto’s gaze, a hint of guilt in his expression. Katsuki starts to back away, but before he can, Shouto reaches out and rests his hand on Katuski’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“It was endearing,” Shouto finally answers. “Not often would one find you so flustered.”

“Yeah, well… it’s your fault, Half and Half.”

“Shouto.”

Katsuki’s brows pinch together.

The hand on Katsuki’s shoulder slides down, just enough for Shouto’s palm to rest above Katsuki’s fluttering heart beat. “If you’re just Katsuki, then I’m just Shouto.”

Crimson eyes flick down toward Shouto’s lips when he speaks. When Shouto sucks in a breath, he’s assaulted by the heady mix of pheromones—both of their intertwining scents laced with arousal. Tension winds tight in Shouto’s stomach. Anticipation buzzes beneath his skin, and though Shouto doesn’t know exactly what it is that he’s anticipating, he has the barest hint of an idea.

Katsuki’s voice is low and sultry when he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

Shouto nods.

He finds himself eager for what’s to come. Eyes closed, he holds his breath and waits for Katsuki.

When their lips press together, Katsuki’s are softer and warmer than Shouto expected. It only lasts for a second, but it’s enough to ignite something in Shouto that had never been there before. A desire, though small, catches like a spark on dry leaves; it’s fragile and needs to be nurtured, but burns nonetheless.

“Do it again,” he whispers.

Katsuki complies, and this time, the kiss lingers. Shouto isn’t exactly sure how to breathe like this, but he manages to suck in a breath through his nose to keep them connected. When Katsuki starts to pull away, Shouto follows. He doesn’t realize he’s kissing him back until Katsuki hums in satisfaction and guides Shouto back down against the bed.

They continue to kiss, each one a little less hesitant than before. Their lips start to wander. Shouto sucks on Katsuki’s lower lip, and it earns him a dizzying whiff of honey and cinnamon. Before he can think, he reaches up and grasps Katsuki’s broad shoulders, hoping to steady himself. He jerks his hands away.

“It’s okay, Shouto.” The cocky smirk Shouto is used to seeing on Katsuki’s face appears. “Go ahead. You can touch.”

Shouto returns his hands to Katsuki’s shoulders. It seems safe to start, at least. They're firm, all bulky muscle as opposed to Shouto’s more lean frame, yet they still give a little beneath his touch. They flex and move beneath his fingertips when Katsuki leans forward to kiss him again.

This is something Shouto has never considered before, but now that he’s here, it feels right. Like he should have been doing this years ago. The press of Katsuki’s lips ignites that small fire burning in his core. Each hard plane of the muscled body hovering over him fans those same flames. Once Shouto starts, he can't stop. He outlines every curve and dip of Katsuki's chest and stomach, he memorizes the feel of those plush lips against his, moving to the side to kiss his cheeks and his temple.

A brief memory flashes in Shouto’s mind. He and Katsuki were once in the gardens, surrounded by high walls of ferns and shrubbery, hiding away from some event neither wanted to attend. Katsuki kissed Shouto’s cheek. When Shouto asked why, Katsuki had explained it was customary in their culture to show gratitude. So Shouto did it back. He assumed the light flush on Katsuki’s face was due to the cold, and that the rapid beating of his heart was from worrying whether or not he offended their guests.

Shouto knows better now.

The next time they kiss, Shouto’s lips part, and his tongue flicks at Katsuki’s lower lip. It earns him a surprised gasp, and then Katsuki is diving in, hungry for more. Shouto willingly lets himself be devoured. He continues feeling a long Katsuki's body, this time grasping at large, bulging biceps, as he experienced the feeling of being invaded by Katsuki’s tongue.

His own scent mixes with Katsuki’s smooth spice, creating something reminiscent of a warm cider on a cold evening. Shouto has always been in control of his pheromones. He's had to be. But Katsuki has him out of sorts. Too lost to these new and unfamiliar feelings.

Katsuki’s tongue scrapes against the roof of Shouto’s mouth. Shouto follows Katsuki’s lead and does the same. It prompts Shouto to realize that this entire time, Katsuki has allowed Shouto to touch but hasn't touched him in return. He's been giving him space. Autonomy. Kindness and consideration that has rarely, if ever, been offered to him before.

Desire courses through Shouto’s veins.

Before he knows it, his cock swells and slick begins to lubricate his walls, a reaction that has never happened before outside his heats or the few times he’s had no other choice but to relieve a biological need. 

Something hard presses against Shouto’s thigh. He moans, then his eyes snap open, surprised at his own response.

“Sorry,” Katsuki whispers. “Just ignore it.”

Shouto looks down at his leg. He swallows thickly at the sight of the large bulge pressing against him. Katsuki’s breeches strain against the size of it. Though embarrassment flushes his cheeks to a rosy hue, Shouto still can't look away. He blinks several times, unmoving, his mind wandering to thoughts of what the alpha’s cock may look like—how it would feel hot and flushed against his bare skin, or even in his hand.

“I don't expect more of you,” Katsuki reiterates.

But what if I want more? Shouto thinks.

For Shouto’s entire life he has held himself back, in service of his father, his country, and his reputation. He's been the epitome of propriety and where has it gotten him? The few precious minutes he's spent here with Katsuki is probably the best he's felt in years. He's felt cherished. As if he’s seen as an equal and not a pitiful omega or a pretentious royal. They’re just two people—who have both known each other their entire lives and yet have so much to learn. 

Shouto reaches up and cups Katsuki’s jaw with his hand. Like a cat, Katsuki nuzzles against his touch.

Perhaps it's time for Shouto to be selfish. To give in to his urges and embrace his budding hedonistic tendencies. He doesn't need to be held back anymore. He doesn't need to deprive himself. Not here. Not when it's just him and Katsuki.

“I want more,” Shouto finally responds. “I… I don't want to believe this to be a foolish decision on my part, but—” Shouto brings Katsuki down into a searing kiss— “I trust you.”

Katsuki’s assured grin is comforting. “I won’t let you regret it.”

Rutting forward, Katsuki grinds against Shouto’s thigh. It causes sparks to ignite in Shouto’s system that tingle and thrum like the familiar presence of magic. He can feel Katsuki’s breath as he leans down and each word brushes against the shell of his ear. “Tell me what you want, Shouto.”

“I want—” he hesitates, unsure of what to say. If he’s being honest, Shouto doesn’t even know what his options are. His education has been very little and he knows his prowess is lacking. Still, there’s one thing Shouto knows for sure. “I want to keep feeling good,” he admits. “Make me feel good, Katsuki.”

Soft, plush lips trail from Shouto’s ear down to his neck, teasing his pulse point and surely feeling the way it beats rapidly against his skin, then something warm and wet laps at the small beads of oil seeping from his scent gland. Shouto shudders. In his kingdom, their high collars are not only a symbol of propriety but they also serve to keep their scent glands hidden and pheromones dampened. Having another touch let alone kiss a scent gland is practically unheard of outside of claiming an omega. Having Katsuki show him affection there, completely uninhibited, taps into something primal and instinctual.

Shouto arches his back, letting his chest brush against Katsuki’s. His nipples are sensitive. It pulls more noises from his throat as he pulls Katsuki closer. He holds Katsuki there for a while, both rutting against one another as Shouto learns more and more about himself. He loves Katsuki’s teeth scraping against his skin and slick trickles from his hole when he thinks about the bruises and marks that will surely be left for several days before disappearing.

“More,” Shouto whispers.

Katsuki wrestles from Shouto’s hold and wanders lower on his body. The sheer fabric covering his body does nothing to dull the heated touches. Every inch of skin Katsuki covers makes good on his promise. Mint and cypress create a crisp, clear scent around them, tingling, mixing with Katsuki’s natural warmth and spice, flooding Shouto’s mind with arousal. His previous reservations begin to slip away as they’re replaced by the intoxicating fog of desire.

He hardly flinches when Katsuki’s hands grasp his hips and warm breath dampens the sheer fabric just above his cock.

“Gods you're gorgeous,” Katsuki whispers. His lips wrap around the clothed tip. “Even here.”

“K-Katsuki.” Hands snap to Katsuki’s hair and tug lightly.

Allowing himself to be pulled away, Katsuki looks up at Shouto with fiery red eyes. “What’s wrong? Should I stop?”

“No.” The thought of Katsuki stopping now makes Shouto’s chest ache violently. But a flush rises to his cheeks and he looks away as he admits, “I’m just… I’m… close.”

Katsuki smirks. “Even better.”

Untying Shouto’s clothing and sliding them down pale legs, Katsuki exposes Shouto’s leaking cock. He wets his lips, almost like a predator, then leans back down to lick a long, slow stripe up the length of Shouto’s shaft.

Tension winds tight in Shouto’s body. His balls tighten and slick continues to leak from his hole, much more prominent now. His dick throbs when Katsuki repeats his earlier motion, sucking on his cockhead, his tongue flicking along the underside and making Shouto’s legs twitch. He sucks in a breath and tosses his head back, trying to get his arousal under control.

“Shouto.”

His eyes snap open and he looks down to find Katsuki staring straight at him, a serious expression on his face.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Katsuki’s voice is commanding. His tone has an intensity to it—possessive—and it makes Shouto shudder.

Shouto doesn’t respond, but he does lift himself up onto his forearms to get a better view, straining to keep his eyes open as Katsuki takes his cock in his mouth. It takes all of Shouto’s control to comply, but he does, watching Katsuki’s lips slide up and down his shaft. Something scratches at the back of Shouto’s mind seeing the Dragon King between his legs, servicing him, deriving pleasure from giving pleasure. A powerful alpha willingly submitting to a fallen omega. And enjoying it.

When Katsuki takes Shouto all the way to the base, his throat contracts as he swallows. Without warning, it sends Shouto over the edge, his orgasm hitting him hard.

He spills down Katsuki’s throat. He tries to pull Katsuki off but he remains rooted in place, easily taking everything Shouto gives him. His cock stays buried in the warm, wet heat of Katsuki’s mouth until he’s completely spent and on the verge of overstimulation. When Katsuki pulls away, he swallows, and Shouto’s eyes go wide.

“Katsuki!”

“What?” he questions, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Why would you do that? That’s dirty.”

Katsuki’s expression smooths into something more tender, and his voice when he responds is just as soft. “Nothing of mine could ever be dirty.”

He hears that word again. Mine. It terrifies Shouto even less than before and sparks that bone-deep heat instead.

Katsuki returns to hovering over Shouto’s body to plant another kiss, this time on his forehead. “And I said I will take anything you’re willing to give.”

The way Katsuki says it makes Shouto think that he isn’t afraid to let others know that he and Shouto are together. He’s not shy about having a male omega, let alone one from a now worthless kingdom. Instead, he’s proud.

Shouto’s not sure anyone has ever been proud to be at his side.

“Hey.” Katsuki calls out to him, pulling him from his thoughts. “You’re thinking too much. What’s goin’ on in that head?”

It would be too embarrassing to admit that Shouto is already turned on again just from the thought of Katsuki being a decent human—one who wants his husband. Instead, Shouto’s eyes fall to the enormous bulge in Katsuki’s pants. “Just… I… I want you to feel pleasure too.”

The words feel foreign on his tongue, yet he doesn’t regret them, not even as he reaches forward and cups his palm over Katsuki’s bulge. Sucking in a breath, Katsuki’s nostrils flare. There’s a spike in his honeyed scent.

“You don’t have to.” Katsuki’s words are slow and almost pained.

Though he’s heard them already, Shouto is surprised at just how much he feels secure in that these words are true. There’s something that allows him to genuinely, truly believe Katsuki’s words—that he would never force Shouto to do something he doesn’t want to do, that he will protect him, that he loves him, and has loved him for years. He’s holding back not out of some false sense of chivalry, but for Shouto, to ensure that he knows he has the freedom of choice.

Just like before, Shouto responds with, “I want to.”

Katsuki lets a moment pass—a moment for Shouto to back out—before he asks, “can we try something?”

Shouto swallows thickly and he nods.

Katsuki turns and lies on the bed, his back to the furs, then gestures for Shouto to join him. “Come here. And face away from me.”

Shouto complies. His movements are a little clumsy, and the slick collecting on his backside and thighs is cool against the air, but he manages to situate himself over Katsuki. Large hands grip his hips and adjust his position. Shouto’s eyes end up staring right at the outline of Katsuki’s cock through his breeches.

“What—?” The question dies in Shouto’s throat. How can he ask what he doesn’t even know?

“Just do what I did for you,” Katsuki answers calmly, then before Shouto can act, something warm and wet brushes past Shouto’s hole.

“Ah—” Shouto crumples forward. Arousal slams into Shouto’s gut as Katsuki’s tongue laps at the slick sticking to his skin and teases the tight ring with the tip. “Katsuki… that’s…”

“I told you. I won’t be ashamed of any part of what’s mine.”

Ending any chance of rebuttal, Katsuki licks and sucks at Shouto’s rim. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does but Shouto is practically in heaven. Rationality waning and inhibitions shattering, shaking hands remember his own task, untying Katsuki’s breeches and relieving the pressure on his husband’s erection. 

Katsuki moans, which spurs Shouto further. Like a gift, he slowly removes each obstacle, anticipation building, until Katsuki’s cock is fully exposed. Pheromones explode in the air around them. The heady, musky scent of sex and arousal clouds Shouto’s mind. He can feel his own pheromones responding, increasing to match Katsuki’s. Licking his lips, Shouto takes in the sight of the thick, hardened length, including the precum beading at the tip and the veins running along the shaft.

For a moment, Shouto is intimidated. He has no idea what he’s doing. His only experience is what he’s done so far with Katsuki in this very bed. But Katsuki’s words ‘ only if you want to’ resonate in Shouto’s thoughts. Shouto does—he wants to—and doesn’t want his inexperience to stop him.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Shouto opens his mouth wide and takes in as much of Katsuki’s cock as he can. When the head hits the back of his throat, he gags, then pulls away sputtering.

Katsuki caresses the backs of Shouto’s thighs. “Hey, slow down. Take your time.” He traces Shouto’s rim with the tip of his tongue. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Taking his words to heart, Shouto starts off slow. Just like Katsuki, he starts with teasing the tip, exploring the head with his lips and tongue, pressing against the slit until Katsuki moans against his hole. Shouto takes it as encouragement. He wanders further; he takes more. Katsuki tastes heady and musky, but it’s not something that Shouto finds to be dirty or disgusting. Instead, it speaks to his inner omega, preening as he brings his alpha pleasure—returning the same affection that has been given to him.

All the while, Katsuki slowly takes Shouto apart with his tongue. He’s skilled—and Shouto can’t find it within himself to wonder or be jealous when Katsuki is reaching deep inside him. Shouto thought it would hurt; he thought the stretch would feel worse but he’s so aroused and his body has responded so strongly, it’s naturally accommodating to anything Katsuki is willing to give.

Shouto gets used to the weight of Katsuki’s cock on his tongue. He starts to take more and more. He loses himself to the pleasure, to the low, vibrating rumbles that resonate through Katsuki’s body when he swallows around the head, to the strength radiating from Katsuki’s strong body beneath him.

Shouto revels in every sound he pulls from Katsuki and every pulse of the thick length in his mouth. In a way, it makes him feel powerful: reducing the proud and brash king into a series of whimpers and moans. Shouto tries to remember how he elicits these responses, already planning how he can improve when they do this a second time.

And of course Katsuki is just as endlessly attentive. Every sound, every hitch of Shouto’s breath is cataloged and used to refine the way Katsuki brings him pleasure. Shouto struggles to maintain focus. It’s hard when his mind is cloudy and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to maintain a clear, coherent string of thought. All he can think about is how he wants more. How he wants Katsuki.

The same tight, winding pressure builds in his core. He withdraws from Katsuki’s cock, spit and precum clinging to his lips, barely managing to croak out, “Kat— wait—”

When Katsuki's tongue fucks into him one, final time, Shouto cums again.

He spills all over Katsuki’s toned stomach. It pools in the dips of his muscles. Shouto’s head spins. He can hardly breathe from the force and intensity of it. Katsuki doesn't stop until Shouto’s legs shake and his cock is spent.

Head hanging low, when he opens his eyes he gets a view of what he’s done to Katsuki’s body. An unfamiliar emotion, thick and syrupy, wells up in Shouto’s chest. He can't stop thinking about how Katsuki is now marked. He’s his . He’s going to smell like Shouto and sex and everyone will know what they’ve done. They'll know who Katsuki has chosen as his mate.

It's intoxicating.

“Who knew the reserved little prince was a closeted freak.”

There isn't any venom in Katsuki’s tone. Shouto swings his leg over Katsuki’s body to face him properly, and the moment he is at Katsuki’s side, strong hands grip his shoulders and push him down against the bed. Katsuki leans in and takes a slow, deep breath right next to Shouto’s scent gland.

“I can smell it on you. You like marking me, don't you?”

Shouto doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t deny it either.

When Katsuki kisses his neck and then rubs their glands together, sparks fly through Shouto’s body. His back arches and arousal surges through his veins, regardless of the fact he just came.

“It's okay. I like it too.” He can hear the smile in Katsuki’s voice. “I want your scent all over me. Claiming me as yours. I want my scent on you . I want them mixing together until people can't tell where one ends and the other begins.”

That same syrupy feeling spreads throughout Shouto’s body. It covers him as fully and completely as Katsuki does. He spreads his legs, making more room for Katsuki to slot between them and for their hard, aching cocks to rub together.

Katsuki groans in Shouto’s ear. “I want everyone—our friends, our subjects, our enemies—to know you're mine . To know that I chose you out of everyone else, Shouto, and,” there’s a hitch of Katsuki’s breath before he continues, “maybe I'm just being optimistic but, I think you may be choosing me, too.”

Pieces fall into place. His heart pounding as he and Katsuki hide from their parents in small, enclosed spaces around the castle, writing letters to one another under the guise of diplomacy, sparring sessions that ended with heat in Shouto’s gut and dreams of crimson eyes—all of them like threads weaving together in a tapestry. Alone, they mean little. But all together, they create something completely different, something that has been years in the making.

Maybe this was always meant to happen. Maybe this would have happened regardless. And maybe, possibly, this is the first and only good thing his father has ever done for him.

“I am.” Shouto pulls Katsuki away from him just far enough to see into his vibrant, fiery eyes that narrow in question. “Choosing you. I think I did a long time ago. Even if I was not aware.”

Cupping Katsuki’s jaw with his hand, Shouto pulls him down into a kiss. He tastes himself on Katsuki’s tongue. “Make me yours.”

Katsuki damn near growls as he takes Shouto’s lips. It’s a little too hard and their teeth clack together. It's clumsy and rough and feral and perfect.

“Are you sure?” There's an edge to Katsuki’s voice. “That this is what you want?”

“Yes,” Shouto answers. He's rarely been so sure of anything in his life. This is something Shouto is choosing. For himself. He has the freedom to determine his own fate and forge his own path. And that path leads to Katsuki. “I want this. I want you . Now make me yours.”

Having received Shouto’s permission, the dam breaks. It’s clear just how much Katsuki had been holding back. Shouto moans into Katsuki’s mouth as their hips press together and Katsuki grinds against him, thrusting in a taste of what’s to come.

And Shouto tastes. He tastes himself on Katsuki’s tongue. Tastes the excitement and desperation. He tastes the sweat on Katsuki’s skin when his lips manage to find the pulsing vein along his neck, following it until the sweet notes of honey and the tingle of cinnamon explode on his tongue. Katsuki moans—loud and uninhibited—in Shouto’s ear. Shouto wants to hear it again.

He rolls his hips, brushing his cock against Katsuki’s. “Please,” he begs. “I need it, Katsuki.”

With a soft swear on his lips, Katsuki presses their foreheads together. Their noses brush. Something in the air changes. It’s still flooded with arousal, intense and passionate, but rather than a raging storm it’s more of a gentle swell. Katsuki rears back, just enough to look between them and guide his cock into position. Shouto can feel it. It’s hard and hot as it pushes against his rim, enough to feel the give but not enough to slip inside.

“Shouto.” When Katsuki calls his name, Shouto lifts his gaze, not realizing he’s been fixated on looking at the space where they’re about to connect. There’s a hint of nerves in the way Katsuki’s smile twitches. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Shouto nods. “Okay.”

They both hold their breath as Katsuki shifts his hips forward. Shouto is aroused and slick enough that Katsuki’s cock slips inside easily. His hands grasp Katsuki’s biceps when the cockhead pushes past his rim, stretching him. There’s no pain. There’s only an immense, searing pleasure at being filled with Katsuki’s thick, alpha cock—at his body being able to accommodate for his alpha, to be molded and shaped just for him, for his alpha to lay his claim.

Shouto has never cared about being a good omega but he wants to be so good for Katsuki. He preens when Katsuki moans and whispers that Shouto is perfect for him. That he feels incredible. There’s something deep in the recesses of his mind that is satisfied at the praise and the sharp intake of breath when he clenches tighter around Katsuki’s length.

Katsuki is slow and careful, and it feels like an eternity before he bottoms out. Shouto swears that Katsuki fills him all the way to his lungs. But when he looks down, the small bump where his stomach distends with an outline of Katsuki’s cock, only reaches just below his navel.

The sensation is a little uncomfortable and definitely foreign, but Shouto is already riding a high like he’s never experienced before. His hips roll in an attempt to fuck himself on Katsuki’s cock. “Please.” He hardly recognizes his own voice with how needy and desperate he sounds. “Please, I need more.”

A rumble comes from Katsuki’s chest. “You’re gonna ruin me, Half and Half.”

Shouto opens his mouth for some half-baked witty response, but Katsuki cuts him short with a sharp snap of his hips.

“Ka—”

Choking on Katsuki’s name, Shouto’s back arches as he’s nearly split in two by his alpha’s cock. Though he starts slow, every inch that Katsuki sinks inside him is overwhelming, stretching him and rubbing against his walls in a way that makes his toes curl. Shouto’s cock leaks onto his stomach, still hard and aching to be touched again.

It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to find a steady pace. Shouto can tell he’s still holding back, but at least for now, he appreciates it. 

And Shouto never knew he could feel pleasure in this way. It’s explosive. Overwhelming. But it’s also freeing. Intoxicating. He doesn’t have to think . He can just be . He can let down all the walls and guards that have been so painstakingly set so that no one can truly know him. No one can use himself against him. Knowing that he doesn’t have to do that with Katsuki—that he can instead show him sides of himself that even Shouto doesn’t know, to explore them and learn them together—changes everything.

“Don’t stop.” His legs wrap around Katsuki’s waist and blunt nails dig into broad shoulders. “I’m—I—”

“Do it,” Katsuki growls, teeth scraping the shell of Shouto’s ear. “Cum for me.”

Shouto’s orgasm comes over him quickly. He spills between the both of them, his cock bouncing and jerking while Katsuki keeps fucking into him. Despite the sharp sting of overstimulation, Shouto uses his legs to pull Katsuki closer. Deeper. He doesn’t want Katsuki to stop.

It feels similar to the times where Shouto has been in heat: one orgasm is never enough. No matter how exhausted or frayed his nerves are, he keeps going until the insatiable voice in the back of his mind quiets enough for him to return to his sense of reason. But now, with Katsuki filling him, the beginnings of a knot pressing against his rim, it’s less that he’s unsatisfied and more that he can’t bear the thought of this satisfaction ever ending.

If he could spend eternity here in this bed, he would.

He whines pathetically when Katsuki pulls out.

“Wha—”

“It's okay. Just changing it up.” Gently, Katsuki’s hands grasp Shouto’s waist as he turns them both, switching their positions. “Now it's your turn. Go ahead. Make yourself feel good.”

Katsuki’s cock is hot and hard against his ass. Shouto pauses, unsure what to do. Completely bare and straddling his king’s waist, a blush flushes across his face. He’s completely exposed, and he feels every inch of it as he takes in the sight below him. There are red tracks across Katsuki’s shoulders and chest from Shouto’s nails, and sweat accumulates in the dip between both of his pecs. There are bruises starting to form on Katsuki’s arms. He wasn’t aware he was holding onto him so hard. Shouto’s slick and spend glisten where it's starting to dry on Katsuki’s stomach and chest. Katsuki's hair is a mess and his lips are red and swollen, so Shouto’s must be too. He’s sure he looks completely uncouth. Unbecoming of a prince. 

Even more slick coats Shouto’s ass and thighs, and part of him worries what Katsuki must think, how disgusting he must feel, but then strong hands slide from Shouto’s waist to his lower back, then down to his ass. Katsuki runs his tongue along his bottom lip as hunger flashes behind his eyes.

“Whatever you’re thinking, you’re probably wrong.” Katsuki smirks. “I’m telling you to use me, Shouto. How many others do you think will ever receive the same offer?”

“The answer better be none.” Shouto blurts out his response before he can even think.

Katuski’s eyes go wide before his grin turns feral. “Does someone else have a possessive streak?”

Shouto turns away and swallows. He can’t bring himself to lie to Katsuki. Not like this.

Katsuki’s laugh is just like the man himself: powerful, loud, and free. “It’s only ever been you for me,” he growls, lifting Shouto off his hips and shifting until their bodies are lined up. “And that will never change.”

A moment passes where neither of them move, then Shouto realizes that Katsuki is waiting for him .

Slowly, Shouto begins to drop his weight, letting Katsuki’s cockhead press harder against his rim until it slips inside. He gasps, his eyes rolling at the full, contended feeling returning. Shouto continues his slow descent. From this angle, it feels as though Katsuki’s cock has somehow become even larger. It seems to stretch him wider and reach deeper. Shouto can’t help but look down and watch his hole eagerly swallow everything it’s given.

Katsuki takes one of Shouto’s hands and brings it behind him. “You feel that? How we’re connected?”

Beneath Shouto’s fingertips, his ass stretches around Katsuki’s shaft, and the slide of his length is easy and smooth with the amount of slick still leaking from his hole.

“This is only for you, do you understand me? No one else.”

There’s a hitch in Shouto’s breath. Somehow, he understands the words that are unsaid. Regardless of whether or not Shouto chooses to be faithful, whether he chooses to do this with Katsuki again, Katsuki has chosen Shouto. And only Shouto. Though the king could have countless concubines, he’s putting Shouto above all else. He’s different. He’s special.

By the time Shouto bottoms out, it’s hard for him to breathe. Still, Shouto manages to choke out, “Only you. For me… just you.”

Strong hands continue to rub those soothing circles on his thighs even though Katsuki’s chest heaves with exertion. All his previous fears are gone and, in their place, his fervent desire returns in full force. Using his long, lean legs, Shouto lifts himself up, savoring the way Katsuki rubs along his walls, then drops back down.

Katsuki moans—wanton and uninhibited.

Shouto does it again.

It’s easy for everything else to melt away, leaving only Katsuki. He sets a steady tempo, his hands resting on Katsuki’s chest, groping and kneading at the firm muscle as he fucks himself on Katsuki’s cock, and his husband is content to let him. Though he runs his hands along Shouto’s waist and thighs, he never forces him. Never intervenes. He allows Shouto to do as he pleases.

It makes Shouto feel strong. Empowered. Like he is someone who is worth something, worth something to someone who means everything to him, like if he has Katsuki at his side—he’ll never have to feel small, worthless, or broken ever again.

Shouto doesn’t realize just how hard he’s riding Katsuki’s cock until his husband sits up and surges forward, pulling him into a bruising kiss. Their hips grind together in slow, shallow thrusts, until Katsuki finally pulls away.

“What was that for?” Shouto asks.

“Too close.” Katsuki’s voice is rough and coarse. It makes Shouto’s cock throb. “Can’t knot you yet.”

Taking a knot, especially one from a likely virile, alpha ruler, isn’t the wisest idea. Once again, Shouto can still see through the haze of his arousal that Katsuki is being kind. Caring. He’s giving Shouto a choice. Still, he finds Katsuki’s words unsettling. Shouto chooses to push. “Why not?”

Katsuki groans and rests his forehead on Shouto’s collarbone. “Shouto…”

Taking a page out of Katsuki’s book, Shouto lifts Katsuki’s gaze until he’s looking deep into those fiery, crimson eyes with a mirrored resolve in his own. “Don’t you want an heir?”

Katsuki blinks. Though his face gives nothing away, Shouto can feel the knot pressing against his rim swell. “If… are you…?”

Seeing Katsuki caught off guard, tripping over his own tongue, is incredibly endearing. It emboldens Shouto to tap into those feelings that only Katsuki has been able to elicit. Chin held high, Shouto looks down at Katsuki. “Are you going to turn down an opportunity to breed me, Alpha?”

The spike in pheromones tells Shouto that no—Katsuki doesn’t intend to.

Still, he leans down and kisses Katsuki’s temple, then makes his way down to his jaw before tugging on his earlobe with his teeth. All the while, he writhes his hips, working Katsuki’s cock while his husband remains perfectly still. “To make myself clear,” he continues, speaking over the frantic pounding of his own heart against his ribcage, “this is me choosing you.”

Something snaps in Katsuki. All Shouto processes is a firm grip on his waist before his world spins. He ends up on his back, Katsuki’s dick still nestled inside him, and with Katsuki caging him in, a wild look in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” There’s something frantic fraying the edges of his voice. Like he’s a hair’s breadth away from losing control completely. “I need to know you’re sure.”

Rationally, it isn’t the best idea. Shouto’s never had a desire to be pregnant or raise a child. It was an inevitable expectation he pushed to the recesses of his mind. He and Katsuki just got married a few hours prior, and it’s been even less since Katsuki’s confession and Shouto’s realization that he may love Katsuki in return. Still, here’s an alpha, buried deep inside a horny omega’s ass, with clear consent to continue, once again giving Shouto another out. Just in case. Ensuring that this is something Shouto is truly choosing of his own volition.

It isn’t just the heat of the moment. It isn’t just the lust clouding his mind or his instincts shouting at him to be bred, to fulfill his role as an omega. Shouto trusts Katsuki. And that’s more than he could say for anyone else he’s had in his life.

“I’m sure. Gods, I’m so fucking sure. Katsuki, ple—”

An orgasm rips through Shouto’s body, hard and sudden. In one swift movement, Katsuki collects Shouto’s legs on his shoulders and bends him in half, driving his cock deeper than he’s gone before. Shouto’s vision whites out. His cock twitches and spurts a pathetic amount of cum; he’s nearly completely spent.

Katsuki doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow—just fucks Shouto through one orgasm that quickly builds into another. The bed creaks beneath them with the force of each of Katsuki’s thrusts. Little grunts and moans are pushed from Shouto, mingling with the low rumble of aroused, possessive alpha coming from deep in Katsuki’s chest. He buries himself so deep that his balls slap against Shouto’s ass. His tip presses against his womb, deeper than anything else has been nefore. Shouto can feel the bulging in his stomach each time Katsuki bottoms out.

Shouto clings to Katsuki like a lifeline, helpless to do anything but lie there and take the massive cock plunging deep into his body. It’s pure ecstasy.

“You’re fucking perfect, Shouto. Fuck. You’re gonna take my knot so fucking well, aren’t you?”

The more he pounds into him the more he talks and the filthier it gets. If Shouto heard these before, he would have been mortified—completely at a loss as to how someone fit to rule a country could spew such language. Yet, as Katsuki breeds him, fucking hard and deep while Shouto’s ass is in the air in preparation to take his seed, it’s music to Shouto’s ears. It’s as if Katsuki has been able to reach into the darkest, most private thoughts Shouto has kept from even himself.

“I’ll mold you just for me. Shape you to my cock. Carve myself into you so nobody else will ever be enough.”

Shouto moans. His back arches and he twitches, his sensitive nipples rubbing against Katsuki’s chest.

“Do you like that? Is that what you want me to do, Shouto?”

“Yes.” Shouto means it. Means it with everything he has. “Yes, Katsuki—”

Skin slaps against skin. Wet, squelching sounds accompany the filth of their words, making it even more obscene.

“So wet for me. You fucking love this, don’t you? Love me breeding you. Prepping you to carry my pups.”

Shouto can’t help the way his ass clenches around Katsuki’s cock. He wants it. Deep in his bones and in his soul he wants it. He wants Katsuki to breed him. To fill him with his cum. To pump him full until he’s fat and round with his future pups.

“I—I do. I…”

Katsuki’s pace falters. His hips stutter and he groans, resting his forehead against Shouto’s.

“Say it,” he commands, low and deep. “I wanna hear you say it.” His breathing is heavy and labored. He’s close too. “Say it, and I’ll give it to you.”

It’s so antithetical to everything Shouto is. To everything he’s learned and what he’s been raised to be. But there is no hesitation when Shouto grasps each side of Katsuki’s face, pulling him down for a kiss, then confirms exactly what he wants from Katsuki.

“Alpha. Please. Breed me. Fill me with your pups.” Every word feels raw and visceral. It feels right. His voice is a little softer when he requests, “Let me make you a father.”

Katsuki curses under his breath.

Strong arms snake beneath Shouto and hold him. Shouto grasps Katsuki tighter in turn. Their bodies are so close, it's as if they’ve melded into one. Katsuki’s hips piston into Shouto’s waiting hole. Though he continues with his string of words, the tone shifts slightly; there’s a soft sort of reverence there that makes it hard for Shouto to breathe.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again,” Katsuki says, and Shouto knows it’s a promise.

“I won’t let anyone take anything from you.”

Katsuki’s knot kisses Shouto’s rim with every thrust.

“You’re mine , Shouto.”

Sucking in a breath, Shouto tries to relax. He wants it. He needs it.

“I’ll be with you always. Give you anything you could ever want. Give you the world if you ask for it.”

Pleasure-pain has Shouto’s toes curling and tears clinging to the corners of his eyes when his hole starts to give, and Katsuki’s knot spreads him wider. Pressure builds in Shouto’s core. Another orgasm is dangling on the edge.

“I love you so fucking much. Even if you don’t love me, it doesn’t matter. Nothing will ever change that.”

Shouto opens his mouth to speak, to tell Katsuki that he’s wrong, but he can’t. Katsuki’s knot pushes past his entrance and locks them together.

The moment Katsuki’s hot seed spills into his entrance, Shouto cums again. His muscles contract and his toes curl. His back arches and his mouth hangs open in silent pleasure. His cock throbs and the mounting pressure comes to a breaking point, releasing as he cums between the two of them. Katsuki teases Shouto’s insides with slow, shallow thrusts, moving as much as his knot will allow. Every thrust sends more of his potent seed spilling into Shouto’s womb, filling him, adding to the pressure in his lower half.

Quickly, the sensation shifts into something altogether different. Shouto digs his nails into Katsuki’s back, an attempted warning, but it goes unnoticed. With another tug of Katsuki’s knot against Shouto’s swollen rim, a thin, clear fluid releases from his cock. It spills on his chest and stomach, drips down to the bed below them. Shouto can't get it to stop and it's as if his body is acting entirely on its own.

“Fuck. Shouto did you just…?”

Eyes wide, Shouto doesn’t know how to answer. He doesn’t know what just happened. He hardly has the capacity to process anything other than this very moment: that Katsuki is his alpha and his husband and he’s been knotted. Any anxiety he has melts away when Katsuki leans down to kiss him and whispers softly. “It’s okay. Fuck, it’s more than okay. You’re perfect.” Katsuki kisses him again. “Perfect.”

Katsuki slowly leans back, allowing Shouto to descend his legs. He rubs them up and down with his large, warm hands, ensuring they don’t take it too fast and Shouto’s body has time to adjust. Once he’s ready, Katsuki wraps his arms around Shouto and rolls them both onto their side.

Shouto finds it easy to relax against Katsuki. He’s not ashamed of their nakedness, nor is he afraid of any judgment or condescension as he waits for Katsuki’s knot to deflate. He hums as Katsuki runs his fingertips up and down the length of Shouto’s spine.

Neither of them speak. They simply hold each other as they come down from their high. Even if the height of his has passed, much of it still lingers. Shouto can’t wipe away the slight smile etched onto his face, and both of their scents are flooded with notes of happiness and love.

It’s then that Shouto remembers what he was going to say earlier in the height of their pleasure.

Katsuki isn’t alone. He won’t have to hold a one-sided love for Shouto.

Katsuki’s breathing evens out, only coming in long, steady breaths. He smirks to himself when he looks up to see long, blond lashes resting against flushed cheeks and red, plush lips parted slightly.

The room smells of honey and cinnamon. Mint and Cypress. It's comforting. Soothing. They complement one another.

A small seed, one painstakingly nurtured over more than a decade, has finally sprouted and begun to bloom. Yes. He can see himself loving his man. Devoting himself wholly and fully. Part of him already does love him.

As Shouto matches Katsuki’s breathing, his eyes heavy and body going slack, he looks forward to seeing that love continue to grow.