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Katsuki and Shouto started sharing an apartment after they graduated from UA.
It wasn't a big surprise, really. They got along well and the routine with each other wasn't complicated. Both were quiet, responsible and organized. Katsuki could trust Shouto not to throw a loud party at 3am and Shouto would get the best home cooked meals in the world. The deal was good, and it always worked.
But there was only one problem.
Shouto was attractive. Very attractive. Fucking pretty and hot, the kind that made Katsuki want to throw him at the wall until he smothered him with squeezes and hot kisses.
Of course, Katsuki wasn't an idiot. He knew that Shouto is pretty. He's got fucking eyes. And having half a world of people at UA calling him Ice Prince or variables didn't help him ignore how much he wanted to be ruined by those long, pretty fingers either.
Seriously, how does one get to have pretty fingers?
Shouto could. And that was fucking irritating.
When they moved permanently and shared the same space, Katsuki no longer had the option of running away from the Half-and-Half damn attractive face. He thought, then, that it couldn't get any worse. But it could.
First of all, Shouto was extremely careful and protective, like the times he would place his hot left hand over his belly when Katsuki had horrible cramps and still stroke his hair until the pain was gone.
Second, Shouto was fucking cute when he woke up, until he opened his mouth and that husky morning voice greeted him and, fucking God, Katsuki was too weak to handle.
Third, some bastard had taught Shouto how to use pet names—probably Ashido or Denki, Katsuki would kill one of those meddling idiots—and now he insisted on calling him "kitten", "sweetheart", "sweetie" or variables.
Damn Todoroki Shouto and the lack of mercy with Katsuki's weak heart.
He thought how bad it could be to get involved with Todoroki Shouto, to hear his husky voice in his ear as they fucked copiously in the dark, to have his strong arms holding him in a hug on hard days or just be near him during all they fucking life until they were old retired heroes with an entire family of adopted cats.
Katsuki realized that their physical attraction had quickly evolved into a romantic one. So instead of running away like a damn coward—which he wasn't, mind you—Katsuki decided that he was going to conquer the damn Shouto until he had him trapped in his sheets.
That day, Katsuki was off work—which was a real miracle. He went to the kitchen early to prepare dinner before Shouto arrived. Zaru Soba, the bastard's favorite damn bland food. If he wanted to conquer him, then the first step was through his stomach.
And by the way: there was no better food than Katsuki's.
When Shouto arrived, Katsuki had set the small dining table with well-served bowls of soba, some grilled fish, wine, and a cold dessert pie well hidden in the bottom of the freezer. Maybe it was a little too much for an onslaught that might not even work, but you can't say Katsuki didn't try.
"We're celebrating something?" Shouto asked, a little confused, taking off his uniform boots and unzipping his vest a little. "It's my birthday?"
"Not yet, bastard." He laughed nervously. "Can't I wanna be a good roommate? Go and take off that shitty sweaty clothes. I'll wait for you here."
Shouto happily went to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Katsuki threw himself into a chair and took a deep breath, facing everything he had prepared. Had it been too much? Was the food good enough? Fucking Christ, he'd made the noodles from scratch — he'd even bought buckwheat flour for it! — and if it was bad? He'd have a fucking syncope.
It didn't take long for Shouto to come back and slurp on his noodles. He was silent for a while, his mismatched eyes staring at the cold plate as if eyes had grown on him.
Say something, damn it.
"That…" Shouto smiled. And that's when Katsuki died. "It's the best thing I've ever tasted! You made the noodles? It looks so fresh… God."
"Yeah, yeah, I made it." Katsuki cleared his throat to hide his proud smile. "You liked…?"
"Still in doubt?" He couldn't keep that fucking beautiful smile off his face. Why did someone have to be so stupidly pretty? That was so unfair. "I could marry you after that."
Oh.
"Marry me, huh?"
Katsuki watched with pleasure as Shouto choked on a handful of noodles, drinking wine to clear his throat. Katsuki licked his lips as he saw the smooth swallowing movement of Adam's apple. He wanted so badly to suck there and feel the muscle move against his tongue.
"Well…" Shouto took a deep breath. "We already live together, it's almost like a couple's life. You cook, I do the dishes, you organize the room, I arrange the clothes. It looks nice and comfy." He shrugged. "And I like you, an extra label would just be a bonus."
Oh...
Oh.
"You like me?" Katsuki blinked slowly. "How… like liking me?"
"I'd kiss you every day if I could. And I'd even wash your underwear." Shouto said this very seriously, as if to prove his point.
Katsuki laughed softly, a huge weight lifting off his shoulders. Damn, Shouto liked him. Like, he matched it. It looked dumb considering how confident Katsuki can look and be with most things, but Shouto has always been an unresolved unknown to most people.
Fortunately, not for Katsuki. He was happy to have the chance to take it for himself.
He would never let him go.
"I'll charge that to the underwear."
"Does that mean… you return my feelings?" Shouto asked with his damn cute glowing eyes. "Maybe just a little bit?"
"Much more than a little bit, pretty boy." Katsuki sweetly whispered. The way he only did with Shouto. "Much more than your shitty brain can handle."
They finished dinner with some anticipation, exchanging coy smiles and gentle touches as they went to get something. It looked simple and silly, almost as if they were teenagers in training again. It made Katsuki euphoric, his chest bursting with that new sensation that he didn't know how much he wanted, but didn't want to stop feeling now.
Shouto cleared the table while Katsuki washed the dishes. Katsuki sighed as he felt strong arms encircling his slim waist, Shouto's face fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck.
"Katsuki." He said his name under his breath, a husky half-whisper, sending countless shivers through Katsuki's body.
"Shouto." Katsuki reciprocated in the same tone of voice and put away the last dishes.
"Can I kiss you now?"
"Fuck." He turned around and pulled Shouto by the collar of his shirt. "You must."
The kiss was electric and hypnotic, hands trailing over each uncovered piece of skin in search of new touches and sensations. Sighs escaped between the wet contact of their tongues, a music of their own that only they knew how to play. Katsuki groaned softly with a particularly strong grip on his waist and bit Shouto's lower lip, groaning and smiling as he saw him squeak.
"Shouto…" He whispered in Shouto's ear, licking the sensitive lobe of his ear. "Take me to the room."
"Mine or yours?" he asked with some urgency.
"I want you fucking me in your bed." That bed was fucking comfy, Katsuki would never miss a chance to be ruining it on good goose down pillows. He was glad he'd insisted that Shouto buy it instead of a regular futon.
He grinned mischievously as he heard Shouto choke out a curse. Katsuki trapped him in another hot kiss as he was blindly pushed into Shouto's room. Katsuki was thrown hard onto the soft sheets, Shouto climbing on top of him like a predator stalking its prey.
Oh, he wanted to be devoured so bad.
"Come here, pretty thing."
Their clothes were quickly thrown to random places in the room, they didn't really care, being more interested in the warm contact of their bodies erupting in pleasure. At the moment, Shouto was sucking on the protruding breasts, hands roaming over Katsuki's back and broad shoulders in the difference in temperature that sent ridges of pleasure through his tanned body.
Katsuki moaned softly, his fingers furiously squeezing the two-colored strands of Shouto's hair, tugging hard now and then with each new burst of pleasure. He shifted his hips deftly over his uncovered cock, his mind blank imagining how good it would feel when he thrust himself into his wet pussy.
"Fuck-" Katsuki moaned loudly as he felt warm fingers encircle his clit. He hissed and arched his spine, moving his body closer to the contact. "Fucking yes, right there…"
"So noisy, kitten." Shouto practically purred near his ear, placing wet kisses at the base of the collarbone. "Too wet for me."
"Fuck off…"
"Oh, you'll." Katsuki could perfectly feel that bastard's stupid smirk, and fuck if he didn't want to be fucked by him right now. "Do me a favor, Katsuki."
"Hn?" He moaned and rolled his eyes, Shouto's long fingers sliding in and out of his burning socket so well.
Shouto hugged him around the waist and threw themself onto the sheets, lying stretched out with Katsuki's slender body above him. He was staring at him with mismatched eyes half closed and his mouth half open, his tongue wetting his thin lips.
"Sit on my face." Shouto said it loud and clear, whispering each of the lyrics in that husky, hot voice. "I want to make you come with just my tongue."
Damn, Katsuki would come just hearing that shit say those dirty things in his ear. He loved it. He wanted it so bad.
Ignoring the trembling in his legs, Katsuki grinned widely before positioning himself over Shouto's handsome face, watching in awe as his tongue lolled out, practically begging to burrow into his hole.
"Who knew you'd be such a slut in bed, Shou." He groaned as he sat perfectly in that mouth, his pussy being widely devoured by the man below him. "You look so good sucking me, princess."
Shouto groaned in agreement, never straying from direct eye contact. He stuck out his tongue and breathed in some cold air, a little ice forming on the tip of muscle before he went back to eating it, licking and sucking his sweet liquid like it was the best thing in the world.
Rocking his hips in search of deepening that touch, Katsuki moaned loud and thin, practically out of control, his hot hands alternating between pulling Shouto's hair in encouragement and scratching the sides of his shoulders and arms. The marks reddened on his lover's pale, milky skin. It made Katsuki euphoric at the thought of Shouto going out on patrol the next morning, with the symbols of their warm night exposed for everyone to see. He whimpered with that sight in mind, arching his spine and groaning deeply.
"Fuck, Shouto…" He moaned his name like one who worships a god, his mouth open and half-sighing in delight. "Come… fucking come…"
Instead of pulling away, Shouto grabbed him by the ass and brought him closer, almost letting himself be suffocated by those thick thighs. He sucked hard, thrusting his tongue several times into the wet, hot hole, groaning eloquently with the pleasure of the filthy act.
"You want it, don't you?" Katsuki chuckled, pumping the hips against that hot mouth. "You want it so bad, princess. I'm going to fucking give you everything you want."
Shouto's smile hid behind his blows, he was increasingly excited to provide so much pleasure to Katsuki. His cock pulsed and released precum. He would come untouched.
Katsuki came hard against Shouto's swollen lips, his sweet juices running down the side of his mouth until it disappeared into the curve of the sheets. Katsuki's body shuddered for long seconds, shuddering and coming in other little waves of pleasure, low moans and whimpers sounding desperate with every flex of his muscles. It was the most fucked up orgasm he'd ever had. Katsuki felt so soft that he could melt from the measly touch of a needle on his sensitive skin.
"So beautiful, Katsuki." Shouto said hoarsely, licking his lips and savoring the taste. He smiled sweetly. His own cum-smeared cock still lay semi-hard, ready for the next step. "You OK?"
"Fucking peachy." He sighed, smiling. "You sucked my soul out, bastard."
"Is that a dirty way of saying I did it well?"
He was still smiling as he bent down to kiss Shouto lovingly on the lips, his body curving until he was lying on top of him.
"So good for me, Shou." He moaned. "So be a good pretty boy and fuck me until I forget my name, will you?"
Instantly, Shouto turned their bodies and excitedly rummaged in the side dresser drawer for condoms.
"Whatever you want, sweetheart."