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A soft moan floated through the air in the room. The television was still playing in the background, quickly forgotten by the couple who had preferred to find themselves sensorially rather than watch the show that thousands of people were already watching. The wet sound of their hips meeting and gently interlocking in a steady manner.
They weren't looking to reach orgasm yet, only to find each other, rediscover each other's bodies, love each other and show that love in the most natural and intuitive way, letting themselves be led by their desires and sensations.
They were on the edge of their skin, every nerve in their bodies sensitive to each of their caresses and kisses. They were hot. It was to much and at the same time not enough. Moans mixed with sighs and soft laughter. They kissed, smiled and bit each other, marks covering both their bodies, proof of their love and dedication to each other and their pleasure.
The couch was not comfortable for this kind of adoration. There wasn't enough space to properly show and receive affection with their bodies too large compared to the too small couch. But it was good. It was authentic. It was them, there for each other, with each other, in perfect balance between receiving pleasure and giving it to the other.
They exchanged another kiss, slow but firm, Eijiro bringing his hand up to caress Katsuki's cheek. He slid it gently, along the jaw to the neck, pressing his thumb from time to time and rubbing it gently against the smooth and warm skin of his husband. He tilted his head, intensifying the kiss even more, and ran his hand through the blond hair. They sighed and Kirishima accelerated his hip movement slightly and changed the angle slightly, making a high-pitched moan come out of Katsuki's throat.
They separated, Eijiro resting his forehead on Katsuki's and they both breathed heavily, heating the air between them. Then Eijiro turned to the television, the voice of the commentator louder than before.
They were about to start the countdown to the new year. There were just over twenty seconds left.
"That's more than enough time." thought Eijiro, a teasing smile creeping across his face, squinting his eyes in the process. He looked back at Katsuki, who was now looking at him. Their eyes were dilated with pleasure and their faces were red thanks to the little amount of blood left in their circulation and wasn't stagnating in their sexes.
"How about we finish? " Eijiro said, lust and teasing tinting his rusty voice. He kissed Katsuki on the corner of her mouth, a light kiss that he repeated once more on his cheek, his jaw and along his neck then accelerated his hip movements. Their bodies vibrated and their muscles tended, burning in the best way.
The pleasure already present gathered in their lower bellies and grew in them. Their bellies burned as the movements became more forceful and hieratic. Eijiro moaned a low sound, almost held in his throat as Katsuki's breathing did not follow the rhythm.
There were 15 seconds left.
Eijiro's right hand slid down Katsuki's torso, caressing the muscles that rippled under his fingers, then moved up to her pectoral, took it in his palm and massaged it before moving up and leaning in to kiss it. He slid his tongue in, leaving a burning trail behind him and tasting sweat, rolling the muscle over the nipple and causing Katsuki to slide her hand into his red hair and grab it when the man nibbled it.
Eijiro slid his free hand over his husband's narrow hip, pressed his thumb lightly on the side of Katsuki's boiling belly, then slid his hand over it, going to the hollow of her hips and pressed his palm there. He then let go of the pectoral and slid his hand behind Katsuki's back, he lifted it slightly, recalculating the angle and striking straight at his prostate. Katsuki gasped, her eyes opening wide and sighing a barely restrained "oh fuck...". Eijiro hit the same spot again and again, and Katsuki could only groan his contentment.
Six seconds.
"Eijiro... " Katsuki sighed, tightening his legs around his man's firm waist above him and keeping his grip firmly on the long red hair as his other hand moved from the couch cushion under his head to the strong shoulder facing him.
Their faces were only inches apart, their heavy breaths mingling and never taking their eyes off each other.
Three seconds.
The kidney strokes were stronger, the sound of their snapping flesh echoing throughout the room as Katsuki's breathing cut off and his translucent eyes focused on nothing, lost in pleasure and seeing nothing but the orgasm to come.
"Go ahead babe... " Eijiro's breath caressed the pink lips beneath him, the soft swollen lips from so many kisses.
One second.
A timid moan escaped Katsuki's lips before he inhaled with a gasp and his eyes rolled as a moan of pleasure erupted from him, his face twisting into a soft grimace of ultimate pleasure. All of his muscles contracted in response to the intoxicating orgasm, thighs trembling, tightening around his love's penis, holding it in place against that ball of nerve that felt so good.
Kirishima slowed down, not stopping his back and forth, and laughed, a light laugh of personal victory in the face of the challenge he had set himself. He waited patiently for Katsuki to slowly come down from his high and pay attention to him again. Shouts and applause rang out from the television as his husband looked back at him and smiled. A genuine and loving smile that only Eijiro could receive, and which he returned with immeasurable pleasure.
Katsuki caught his breath as Eijiro kissed him all over before coming back to face him and resting his forehead on the other's.
"Happy New Year Katsuki. "
It was a simple sentence, in a not so simple but still nice context. It was said with so much love that Katsuki couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped him.
"Happy New Year Eijiro." He slid his hand from his hair to his cheek and caressed it, looking between the red eyes plunged into his and the sinful lips so tempting, urging Eijiro to kiss him again.
"But you're not done yet. " he whispered, a smirk plastered on his face
"Don't worry about it," he breathed. "the night is far from over... "