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“The indomitable duo, pro heroes Ground Zero and Red Riot have just taken down what appears to be the twelfth villain of the night– wait, make that thirteen!”
Katsuki vaulted over a slab of twisted concrete, driving his boots straight into the bastard’s face before he could set off another round of deconstructive fuckery. He waited all of two seconds before sprinting after the next low-life thug, catching flashes of bright red and black in his periphery. There was a cracking thud followed by a booming laugh and Katsuki smirked to himself; he’d never understand what compelled people to fucking punch Red Riot.
His target ducked into the next sidestreet and Katsuki slowed, brow furrowing. He’d seen the woman’s quirk briefly, a nasty metal based transformation ability, and he wasn’t too keen on a damn spike impaling him tonight. “Headin’ high!” he announced, launching himself up and over the villain’s hiding spot in a graceful arc honed over years of relentless training.
“Watch your landing this ti– please sit still sir, I was talking.” Eijirou’s exasperated sigh followed him into the air, the crackle of feedback ringing in his earpiece beneath the staccato pop pop pop of quick fire explosions.
“Gotcha bitch!” Katsuki snarled, slamming down into the woman’s back and adamantly ignoring the twinge in his knee as he dragged her to the ground. He slapped a pair of quirk-suppressant cuffs around her wrists while she thrashed, furious, snarling profanities and curses into the pavement. Katsuki ignored her, far more interested in the hulking figure that had appeared at the mouth of the alleyway.
Eijirou was fucking radiant, framed in helicopter spotlights and swirling clouds of cement dust, skin sharp, nearing unbreakable, as he wrangled a fourth irate villain onto his shoulder. A shot of liquid heat lanced through Katsuki’s gut as Riot turned and sauntered off towards the waiting police; the planes of his back were damned unfair, all shimmery with sweat and soot and raw power. He knew firsthand what those muscles felt like, shifting and flexing beneath hot palms, the barely restrained ferocity leaking through. His neck flushed with a burn wholly unrelated to the adrenaline and excitement of hero work.
“Hey, Red,” Katsuki hauled his villain to her feet and shoved her down the alley, grinning at Eijirou’s quiet hmm? in his ear,
“You wanna go wild?”
Katsuki arched into the trail of stony fingers down his spine, reveling in the catch and pull as they snagged his pants and tugged, slow and teasing. He braced himself against the wall on shaking forearms, shivering at the throaty bass rumble in his ear, the fresh chill of exposed skin as Eijirou slid his hands down to cup his ass, kneading it torturously.
“Dammit, Ei, fucking get on with it.”
He bucked at the sudden pinprick pain of ten hardened claws digging in, spreading him harshly, the heavy thunk of Eijirou’s knees hitting the rug and the absolutely sinful drag of his tongue from inner thigh to balls.
Katsuki fucking whimpered.
Fuck it, he didn’t even care, just wanted more; more heat, more pressure, more- “AH!”
Eijirou worked his tongue in deep, deeper, trapped Katsuki’s stuttering thighs against the wall, utterly relentless in his pursuit, growling low and thick and predatory as he ate him up.
Heat danced along Katsuki’s spine like fireworks, a sudden inferno he’d swear was melting him from the inside out, each press and swirl catching fire to his very core.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
“Eiji, ahh,” he swallowed hard, tried again, “Dammit Eijirou, come on.”
The world spun and Katsuki teetered on weak knees for half a second before he was in the air, wrapped in arms he’d seen shelter children and batter through buildings. The dichotomy was intoxicating, but honestly, he’d been drunk on Eijirou for years now anyways. He carded his sooty fingers through Eijirou’s wild mane, a moment of peace in a heady storm, and peppered his brow with kisses. “…love you so damn much.”
All tenderness fled the moment his back hit the bed.
Eijirou surrounded him, overwhelmed him, consumed him whole; hot breath on his throat, jagged fingers on his ribs, talons curled around his cock like a cage of knives, teasing without touching. The fire in his chest grew wild and Katsuki gave in, let it overwhelm his nerves, felt his palms light with a splash of crackling color in the dark room.
“Yes,” Eijirou nipped at his pale skin, “there you go baby, let it out. Wanna feel you burn.”
Katsuki caught the distant snap of a bottle cap, a nothing sound amidst Eijirou’s growls and his own gasping breaths, and shuddered at the sudden icy press against his hole. One finger, two, the scissor and drag had his body jumping, hands popping. Eijirou pinned his hips to the bed, laughed into the muted explosions against his neck, shoulders, face. “Breathe, Kats.”
“Easy for you- ah! Fucking shit-” A third finger, lightly hardened, unyielding and so damn good; a pleasure bordering on torture. Eijirou hummed against Katsuki’s chest, ghosted tongue and teeth across his nipples.
They’d figured it out long ago, their mutual need to let loose completely, no holding back, no tempering themselves. Everything about their lives was controlled, scrutinized, reigned in and tamped down; media presence, hero law, quirk regulations.
But here? Together?
Here they could be real.
The iron weight of a cock against his ass snapped Katsuki from his hazy bliss. Eijirou hovered above him, smoothed his fingers through the leaking tears and soot and smudged black eyeshadow, far gentler than Katsuki would ever admit to loving.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Kats. Gonna fuck you up so good.” He slid in hard, punching strangled moans from both of them, smoke curling around their shaking limbs as they fought the overwhelming sensitivity. It had become a game at some point, a test to see who gave in first.
Tonight, though, Katsuki happily lost.
He planted his feet and pressed up, arched into the steel grip on his hip bones, the euphoric drag against his inner walls. Eijirou snarled, feral with sudden pleasure, burying knife sharp teeth deep into his bottom lip as he settled into an unforgiving rhythm. Blood trickled down his chin, ignored.
“Come on Red, unnhh, fuck yes,” Katsuki’s crackling palms seared across serrated shoulder blades, prompted waves of unconscious hardening across jagged mountains of muscle and sinew, “harder, shit, mark me up, show everyone you fucking own me.”
Talons sliced clean through the mattress framing Katsuki’s head, a brutal stereo of tearing fabric. He rocked into the sensation, the ferocity, the knowledge that this literal embodiment of sunshine could rend him to pieces. Fuck, it was amazing.
And all Katsuki’s.
Eijirou flipped him suddenly, hauled his hips flush and planted a heavy hand on his neck, bit and sucked every inch of his shoulders and spine. Katsuki mewled into the sheets, unabashed in his ecstasy as Eijirou set stars spinning through his abused nerves. He chased the pleasure, the bruising pace, the skittering white heat in his gut, the tension of being so damn full. He tried to grind his straining cock into the bed, a fleeting relief, not nearly enough, and yelped as Eijirou’s tight grip rescued him.
A frantic, staticky tension built in his stomach, familiar and oh so good. “Ei, fuck, Ei!” He felt like a damn bowstring, every muscle tight, drawn and ready to fire, “don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop,” his fingers twisted uselessly in the sheets, white-knuckled, crackling and smoking, “unnh, fuckin’ shiiiiit shitshitSHIT!” The release slammed into him, unforgiving and overwhelming.
Lava poured through his veins, filled his ears with white noise and choked the air from his lungs. His body tried in vain to curl into the feeling, desperate and shaking beneath Eijirou’s solid grip and relentless pounding. He could swear he was going to shatter.
“FUCK!” Eijirou’s guttural roar shot goosebumps over his sparking skin. He ground down in one last frenzied drive before coming undone, spilling warmth into Katsuki’s twitching core.
Eijirou panted heavily, trembling on aching arms, before ducking down and kissing him soundly. “Love you, babe. So damn much.”