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Katsuki has the day off and is vacuuming the living room when the news switches to an active fight between Eijirou and a villain with a cannon quirk. The fucker shoots baseball-sized cannon balls out of his palms. Katsuki knows he doesn't have to worry too much though. Eijirou's unbreakable form is just that, unbreakable. The fight doesn't last long, about 20 minutes, but Katsuki watches, fists clenched, as Kiri gets hit with at least 9 of those mini cannon balls.
That asshole can fire them off from both hands every 18 seconds. Deku is going to have a field day with the analysis of this quirk. The guy seemingly creates them out of thin air. Eijirou has it handled though. Even with his size, he dodges a lot of the cannons that come his way as he moves closer to the villain.
He’s grown so much since they met and became friends at UA. He towers over Katsuki now, and his unbreakable form makes him even bigger. He won’t admit that he likes it when Eijirou makes him feel small. It makes him feel even more powerful when he brings his lover to his knees.
Katsuki watches as his boyfriend finally reaches the villain and tackles him to the ground. The villain lets two cannons loose right into the middle of Kiri's hardened chest as they tumble to the ground. Katsuki smirks, there isn't a scratch on Eijirou. Eijirou deftly attaches quirk-cancelling cuffs to the villain's wrists and hauls him over to the police.
With a quick click, the TV shuts off, and Katsuki makes his way to his and Eijirou's shared bedroom. They have a custom folding massage table that Katsuki brings out for days like this. When Eijirou goes Unbreakable and takes a beating like he did today, his muscles can start to lock up and become painful. He sets the oil warmer to low and sets the table up. The clock on his bedside table reads 5:15 p.m., which means that Kiri should be home in a little under 2 hours. Which gives him more than enough time to get dinner, and himself, prepped before his love gets home.
He snatches up a bottle of lube along with his favorite plug and makes his way to the adjoining bathroom. Katsuki shoves his pants and boxers down to his ankles and leans over the counter. He presses a lubed finger to his tight hole and begins to stretch himself. After a few minutes, he adds a second finger. The slight sting fades quickly, and he reaches further to find that sweet bundle of nerves.
Moans flow from his mouth when the tips of his fingers finally brush against his prostate. He looks into the mirror and takes in his flushed appearance. A small spot, on the otherwise clear surface, lightly fogs up as he pants heavily. He removes his fingers to coat them in more lube, then presses three in at once.
“Fuuuck,” Katsuki groans.
He continues to fuck himself with his fingers until he feels stretched enough to take the large plug. Katsuki prepares the plug, anticipation thrumming through his veins. He can’t even get his fingers to close around the thickest part. He inserts it into himself slowly, bearing down as he gets to the wide, flared base. His hole clenches around the plug once it’s fully seated. With a sigh, Katsuki straightens up, washes his hands, and pulls just his pants back on before returning to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Katsuki is putting the finishing touches on dinner, setting the stove to low, when he hears the telltale sound of keys unlocking the front door of their apartment. Eijirou soon trudges through the doorway and works his shoes off as the door closes behind him.
“Welcome home,” Katsuki says gruffly. He’s rewarded with his lover’s mega-watt smile.
“Mmm, that smells good.” Eijirou takes a few exaggerated sniffs of the air as he walks up behind Katsuki, wrapping his arms around his stomach.
“Tch, of course it does, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki says as he turns in his lover’s arms. “Did you shower at the agency?” He slowly rubs his hands up and down Eijirou’s firm chest through his t-shirt.
“Yeah, today was rough. I wanted to relax in the shower before my walk home.”
“I saw your fight earlier with that cannonball bastard. You took those hits like a champ.” Katsuki keeps his eyes trained on his hands while he continues to lightly knead his lover’s chest. “So fuckin’ manly…” he mumbles under his breath. A light blush stains his cheeks as he peeks through his lashes at Eijirou’s face.
“Yeah?” Eijirou’s eyes sparkle at the praise.
Katsuki grunts in response, then smirks. “Do you want a massage before or after dinner?”
The curry and rice he made can wait.
“Before,” Eijirou says with zero hesitation and a grin.
He chuckles at the quick response and stretches up to give Eijirou a soft kiss before gently pushing him out of the kitchen. He doesn’t blame him for wanting a massage before dinner, especially when most of Katsuki’s massages usually end with a… surprise. Sometimes he surprises Eijirou a hand job or a blow job because Katsuki can’t seem to keep his mouth off his lover. How can he when a perfect cock is right in front of him? Tonight, he has something else in mind.
Katsuki stalks behind Eijirou on the way to the bedroom. Once inside, he helps Eijirou strip out of the t-shirt that clings to him like a second skin. Then he drops onto his knees, unbuckles his belt and releases the button on his jeans. Slowly, he pulls Kiri’s pants and underwear down over his half-hard cock. Eijirou steps out of them once his pants are as far as they will go.
Katsuki’s mouth is already watering, and he suckles lightly on the tip of his lover’s erection, his own cock growing hard in his sweatpants. His hole tightens around the fat plug as Eijirou’s cock pulses in his mouth and fills out to its full length. His eyes roll back and his lashes flutter at the full sensation in both of his holes.
“Ngh, fuck.” Eijirou slides his long fingers through Katsuki’s hair briefly before Katsuki releases him and pushes him toward the massage table.
“Lie on your stomach.”
Eijirou pouts, but does what he’s told. Slowly easing himself onto the table, he positions his face into the designated empty space at the top of the table. His heavy erection hangs through the customized hole in the table.
Katsuki retrieves the warmed bottle of oil from the shelf and walks over to the table. The excitement radiating off his lover is palpable. Eijirou can’t stop squirming. Katsuki upturns the bottle over his back, releasing a stream of oil that makes Eijirou flinch, and sets it to the side. He smooths a bit of oil over his hands before getting to work on Kiri’s taught muscles.
His hands glide over the large expanse of Eijirou’s back. Knuckles dig into particularly stiff knots in the muscles. Touching Kiri like this is one of his favorite pastimes. Being the one to bring relaxation and relief to his partner gives him a deep sense of satisfaction. Eijirou groans softly. A light smile graces Katsuki’s face, knowing he’s helping Kiri feel refreshed enough to take on another day of his own hero work. Caring for his lover in this way is a different kind of pleasure that he doesn’t get elsewhere.
He works his way down from Ei’s shoulders to his waist. Eijirou visibly relaxes and Katsuki can feel the tension leaving his lover’s muscles. He bites his lip, hands traveling lower toward his lover’s beautiful ass. He massages the globes beneath his palms with care. Eijirou moans and pushes his hips toward the table. A groan of frustration leaves him.
“Kats…” Eijirou whines.
Katsuki acknowledges his lover with a low hum. He takes a peek below the table. Precum leaks steadily from Eijirou’s cock. A sticky trail running from the tip to a small pool on the floor. He gives Eijirou’s ass cheeks a firm squeeze and gently spreads them far enough to get an unobstructed view of his dusky pink hole. His tongue sneaks out to wet his suddenly dry lips and then he lets a glob of spit fall onto the puckered ring of muscle.
Eijirou groans loudly and pushes his hips back toward Katsuki’s wet mouth, but his hips are pinned to the massage table seconds later. Katsuki’s tongue swipes across the pulsating rim before dragging it in sloppy circles, spreading saliva all over. He travels lower and takes one of Eijirou’s full balls into his mouth, laving it with his tongue before switching to the other. He lets it fall from his mouth with a wet plop against the table.
“Turn over.”
Eijirou flips onto his back, his cock slapping against his abdomen, forming a new pool of precum. Katsuki cups his slick balls in his left hand and pulls them down gently. Rolling them between his fingers. Ei releases a moan that goes straight to Katsuki’s straining erection. His hole clenches around the plug and a jolt of pleasure runs through him. He leans down and moans as he trails his tongue through the precum on his lover’s stomach. Ruby eyes meet crimson and Katsuki smirks.
“Baby… P-please,” Eijirou says breathlessly. His hips moving upward in a desperate attempt to get some sort of friction.
Katsuki releases his hold on him and picks up the bottle of oil to apply more to his hands. Reaching forward he begins massaging the overworked muscles in Kiri’s chest. He gently rubs Eijirou’s nipples, knowing how much it drives him wild. He’s always been sensitive there.
“Fuck, Ei. You have the most gorgeous tits.”
Kiri’s cock visibly throbs at his words and a pretty blush spread across his face.
“Don’t call them thaaat.” He throws his arm over his face in a failing attempt to hide his embarrassment.
“Why not?”
Kiri mumbles something unintelligible.
“Hah? Should I not call them beautiful? Or d’you have a problem with the word tits?” Katsuki watches Eijirou’s cock jump once more at the word.
Kiri mumbles again, just loud enough for Katsuki to make out his words. “S’not manly…”
“Nah. You have the fuckin’ manliest tits.” Katsuki squeezes his pecs and trails one oil slick hand down Eijirou’s side, toward his groin.
Eijirou’s whimpers turn into a sharp gasp when Katsuki grasps his erection and deft fingers pinch his nipple at the same time. Rough fingers stroke from root to tip, spreading the oil along the length. Hooded red eyes gaze at Katsuki, his own desire seemingly reflected back at him.
He smooths the palm of his hand over the head of Eijirou’s cock, pulling another moan from his mouth. It’s easy to read Eijirou’s body language after being together for so long. He knows how to make him fall apart beneath him, how to make him beg for more.
Katsuki removes his hands from his lover’s body and begins to reach behind himself when Kiri starts to sit up. He stops him with a palm on his chest.
“Uh uh. Lay the fuck down.”
Eijirou’s mouth turns down into a cute frown and all Katsuki wants to do is kiss his plush lips. He leans down, slotting their mouths together. Sharp teeth lightly nibble his lower lip. Their mouths open and tongues clash together wetly.
They groan into each other’s mouths. He can’t get enough of his lover’s kiss and the way his tongue explores his own. His muscles clamp down on the plug still seated deep within him and Katsuki breaks away, a desperate sound leaving his lips. He quickly guides his hand to the plug and pulls it out slowly, bearing down around the flared base.
“Fuck,” he groans. The plug releases from his body.
“Shit, baby, you’ve had that in this whole time?”
Katsuki’s mouth forms a devious smirk. “Mhm, but now I’d rather use a toy I like even more.” He pumps his hand up and down the hard length in front of him.
Eijirou’s eyes roll back, his body tenses in anticipation, and a wave of hardening ripples down his chest and arms.
“Relax. Don’t undo all the fuckin’ work I jus’ did, Shitty Hair.”
“M’ sorry, baby, I can’t help it sometimes.” The muscles in Eijirou’s body start to release once again.
Katsuki squeezes the base of his lover’s cock and pours a generous amount of lube over the head before releasing him. His left leg swings up and over Eijirou’s prone form on the massage table to straddle his hips; thighs spread almost too wide. The cleft of his ass grinds against the erection pressing against him.
Leaning down, he captures Eijirou’s lips in a passionate kiss. Wet tongues glide across each other as they groan into each other’s open mouth. They kiss like they want to consume each other and leave no crumbs. Katsuki sneaks a hand between their bodies to line his lover’s thick cock up with his fluttering hole.
So fuckin’ empty.
He sinks down and impales himself on Eijirou in one smooth motion. Waiting only a few impatient moments before lifting himself up and ramming himself back onto his lover’s massive length. Katsuki’s right hand moves to rest on his lower stomach. The head of Ei’s cock bumps against his palm as it protrudes outward.
“Shit. Ei. You’re so deep.”
He pulls Eijirou’s hand up so he can feel it too. It throbs inside him as Eijirou groans and bucks his hips. Katsuki rolls his head back as he relishes the full feeling.
“So tight, Kats. Fuck. A perfect fit.”
He begins to fuck himself on Eijirou’s cock in earnest. Bouncing his ass up and down, the cock inside him sliding against his prostate constantly. It is almost too much. Pleasure fogs his brain. Sweat begins to drip down his chest, small droplets falling onto Eijirou’s abs. He pants and brings his hand to his own cock. Stroking up and down in time with his movements on Eijirou’s length. His thumb sliding over his leaking slit.
Eijirou’s brows furrow in pleasure as he gazes up at Katsuki. Sharp teeth on display as he gasps and pants. His hands hold Katsuki’s waist in a bruising grip as he bends his knees and plants his feet on the table. Whimpers and pleas leave his lips, and he begins to thrust up into Katsuki’s wet hole with abandon. All Katsuki can do is go along for the ride.
He grasps Eijirou’s chest to avoid toppling over. The blunt head of Ei’s length brutalizes his prostate. Heat pools low in his belly as his muscles tighten.
“F-fuck. Ei— M’gonna—”
“Yeah, fuck yeah, come all over me.”
Ropes of sticky white cum shoot from Katsuki’s throbbing cock and paint Eijirou’s chest, neck, and face. Eijirou’s body tenses as he pulls Katsuki’s hips down, burying himself even deeper inside his tight hole. Katsuki’s body trembles with the aftershocks of his own orgasm and the warm feeling inside as his lover pulses and comes inside of him with a shout. His hole milking Eijirou for everything he’s got.
Eijirou relaxes back against the table, licking a stray bit of cum off his lips, and drags Katsuki down to his cum-covered chest.
“Oi!” Katsuki protests halfheartedly as his lover wraps his arms around his back, locking him in place.
He’s ignored as Eijirou captures his lips in a gentle kiss. He tastes himself as their tongues lazily explore each other’s mouth. Katsuki pulls back and rests his head in the crook of Eijirou’s neck.
“Y’re lucky I was g’nna run a bath for us anyway,” he grumbles against Kiri’s skin.
“I’m lucky in more ways than one, baby.” Eijirou runs his hands along Katsuki’s waist and back. Gooseflesh rising in their wake.
“Mm, me too.” He presses a soft kiss to Eijirou’s neck, just under his ear.
They lie there, basking in the afterglow, breathing each other in. After a while, Katsuki pushes himself up, his skin unsticking uncomfortably from Eijirou’s, and slowly lifts himself off of Eijirou’s softening cock. Feet landing quietly on the floor. He shivers as his hole clenches. Warm cum leaks out of him and travels down his inner thigh. Eijirou gets up a moment later and they both head to their adjoining bathroom.
Eijirou turns on the faucet in their deep soaking tub, and sits on the edge as it fills with hot water. His cock hangs between his legs, still shiny and slick with lube and cum. Katsuki rummages through the cabinet under the sink for the bath salts and oils. A faint plop is heard, and a loud groan from Eijirou follows. From his crouched position, he looks down. Heat creeps up his neck and face as he spies a glob of cum on the ground beneath him.
He whips around and stands, salts and oils clutched in his fists, and a scowl on his face. Ready to rip Eijirou a new one for bearing witness to probably one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. He’s sure his face is as red as a tomato, but the way his lover looks at him has him shutting the fuck up. Eijirou’s piercing crimson eyes practically burn a path down his body as he strokes his now re-hardened cock.
His own cock twitches in interest, despite his embarrassment.
“C’mere, babe,” Eijirou says in a low voice that twists Katsuki’s insides into a knot.
Katsuki stands in front of him. Eijirou takes the bath salts and oils out of his hands and sets them on the side of the tub before turning off the faucet. Left hand still stroking his cock.
“You know what would really help me relax?” Eijirou reaches behind Katsuki with his free hand to squeeze his ass cheek.
“Whaddaya want, Red?”
“I wanna cum all over your sloppy little hole.”
Two fingers slowly push inside Katsuki’s ass. He gasps when those fingers begin thrusting, slicked with leftover cum and lube. The fingers pull out abruptly, and a light slap leaves his skin tingling.
“Ngh, fuck. Fine.”
Katsuki turns around and gets on his knees in front of Eijirou. The cold tile is uncomfortable against his skin. He lowers his chest to further display his leaking ass to his lover. Head tilted to the side so he can watch. Eijirou seems to tower over him, even while seated at the edge of the tub. His teeth are pressed into his bottom lip, and he works his fist up and down his length. His eyes are trained on Katsuki’s hole.
“Shit. You look so good like this, Kats,” Eijirou groans.
Katsuki’s involuntarily clenches at the words and more cum spills out of his ass and trails down his balls. He blushes furiously.
“Shut the fuck up, Ei.”
“It’s the truth. Plus, I think you like it too.”
He’s right. Katsuki fucking loves it. He’s been hard since he got on the floor. He can’t stay still; thinking about Eijirou emptying his balls all over him is making his body vibrate with anticipation. Katsuki begins to stroke himself. Moans fall from his lips as he watches his lover get off at the sight of him bent over on display.
“Kats. I’m about to cum,” Eijirou says breathlessly.
Katsuki takes both hands and grips his ass cheeks, spreading them to further expose his used hole.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Eijirou groans. One of his hands squeezes his balls while the other continues gliding up and down his cock. His head falls back as he reaches his climax once again.
Katsuki moans as the first shot of cum lands on directly on his exposed hole. More splatters against his ass and lower back. Eijirou’s sounds of pleasure mixed with the sensation of his cum against his skin push him over the edge. His cock twitches and throbs as he comes untouched all over the bathroom floor.
Unsteady breaths fog the tile beneath his face as his body calms down. Eijirou walks to the sink and back and Katsuki feels a warm cloth against his flushed skin. Cum and lube are wiped away. Eijirou pries his fingers away from his ass cheeks with a chuckle.
“Let’s get in the bath, babe,” Eijirou says gently as he helps Katsuki off the floor.
Katsuki grunts in response and, once he’s upright, reaches for the abandoned bath salts and oils. Once he’s added enough of both, Eijirou settles into the tub, and he motions for Eijirou to spread his legs. He’s glad they splurged for this huge bathtub because they both wouldn’t fit otherwise. The water level rises dangerously high as he lies against his lover’s broad chest.
Eijirou’s arms are banded around his waist, holding him tight. He trails his fingers along Eijirou’s wet skin and links their hands together, giving his hand a light squeeze. A trail of kisses press against his neck. An “I love you” is whispered into his skin.
They wash and relax in the bath until the water begins to turn tepid. While they towel off a loud grumble comes from Eijirou’s stomach. He looks at Katsuki sheepishly.
Katsuki rolls his eyes and drags Eijirou to their bedroom. He throws a pair of sweats at him and puts on a pair himself before heading to the kitchen. After reheating and plating their meal, they settle in on the couch with a blanket, and a random movie plays on the TV.
“Thank you for everything, Kats.” Eijirou puts his arm around Katsuki’s shoulder and kisses his temple.
“Tch, don’t thank me for sex, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki grumbles.
“It’s not just the sex, even though I am super thankful for that. I thank you for everything else, for the massage, the bath, dinner. You’re always thinking of me and showing you care. It’s very manly of you.” Eijirou gives Katsuki a toothy smile and squishes him to his side.
“It’s ‘cause I love you or whatever,” Katsuki says under his breath and snuggles closer to Kiri.
“Mhm. I love you too, babe.”