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KATSUKI
Katsuki twists the bands on his wrist nervously. He knows that Midnight’s is known for its discretion, but he can’t help but be apprehensive. He’s been to other clubs in the past and been disappointed before. He knows it’s odd…for someone like him. His reputation precedes him, but still he’s hoping someone will see past it and give him what he needs. The club is exclusive and elite, people only able to come in on recommendation from an existing member. Katsuki’s had been provided by Aizawa of all people. Katsuki is still on good terms with his sensei after all these years. He may have graduated almost a decade ago, and Aizawa has since retired, but they still talk and spar occasionally. He’s one of the few people Katsuki can stand for any length of time. Katsuki had known Aizawa was in the scene just as he was…But his sensei had found out quite by accident when he and Aizawa were sparring and Aizawa had wrapped his scarf around Katsuki to hold him immobile. Katsuki had dropped hard when Aizawa began chastising him for giving him the opening. Katsuki had gone doe eyed in response to his harsh words, and Aizawa had seen. He then recommended that Katsuki “let off some steam” and sent him to Midnight’s. And here he is…
He glances around the lounge from his place at the bar, not particularly seeing anyone of interest. He sees a few with the dark blue wristbands indicating a dominant, but most have a corresponding sub with a red wristband next to them. Katsuki himself has two wristbands, one red and one black, indicating that he is a prospective member. He drums his fingertips lightly on the bar top and drains the dregs of his glass. Maybe he’ll come back another night.
“Never thought I’d see the day that the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight would be here at Midnight’s…” A deep voice suddenly rumbles next to him, startling Katsuki out of his thoughts.
Fingers tap on the bar, “Another two of whatever he’s having.” Those fingers point to Katsuki and his eyes scroll up a built, tattooed arm to the owner of the voice that’s giving him unexpected tingles.
Katsuki’s eyes widen on a familiar face with angular, sharp features with short lilac hair, dark undereye circles, and amethyst eyes. “Shinsou?” The name slips off his tongue before he can stop it. God, he looks so different. He’s always been taller than Katsuki, but he’s filled out from his tall, lanky build from high school. Now he’s stacked with lean, defined muscle that cords his neck and arms where he has the sleeves of his black collared dress shirt rolled up. Tattoos cover his arms and Katsuki strains a little to make them out. His hair has been shaved close to the sides and a little longer and wild on top. His jaw is framed by stubble that Katsuki already wants to run his fingers over. How the fuck? When the hell did the quiet awkward transfer kid become this powerhouse of a man?
“In the flesh…been awhile since I’ve seen you…” he purrs in that obscenely deep voice. It’s literally the only really familiar thing about the man in front of him, except now his voice sends little shivers down Katsuki’s spine. He sits up a little straighter to hide them.
Katsuki’s eyes hone in on the dark blue band on Shinsou’s wrist. “You a member?” Katsuki asks, just to appease the awkward silence.
“Yeah, have been for years.” He watches as Shinsou’s eyes widen when he looks to Katsuki’s own wrist. “Hmmm…looks like you’re full of surprises, Bakugou,” he murmurs. “Who would’ve ever thought–”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Katsuki warns, already seeing the teasing light enter Shinsou’s eyes. He’s not ashamed of his desires, but he refuses to be bullied for them. The light doesn’t dim from purple irises with Katsuki’s gruff words. If anything, mischief further darkens Shinsou’s features. He looks Katsuki up and down with a hungry look before smirking, and Katsuki feels an accompanying reaction in his jeans. Fucking hell.
“Was just going to point out that I would have never pegged you for a sub, Bakugou…”
Katsuki just grunts in response and Shinsou’s grin widens into a smile. He grabs their drinks off the bar and hands one to Katsuki. Katsuki grabs the glass and takes a large gulp. Shinsou just watches with amusement. “Are you nervous, Bakugou? Is this your first time?”
Katsuki blinks at the personal turn in conversation. “First time here. Not my first time in general,” he gruffly responds.
Shinsou merely nods, like this is all par for the course. “And my other question?” Shinsou prompts gently.
Katsuki takes another gulp. Yes, he’s fucking nervous. He never imagined having this conversation with one of his old colleagues, let alone one as hot as Shinsou fucking Hitoshi. “Nah,” Katsuki lies, the word heavy on his tongue. His traitorous leg begins bouncing on the barstool.
Hitoshi smiles predatorily like he senses the opening. “You aren’t very good at lying,” he comments lightly.
Katsuki just gives him his signature glare, but avoids direct eye contact. He’s not nervous about finding a dom, but the man in front of him is bringing out an unexpected urge…the urge to serve. Shinsou isn’t his dom though, and Katsuki can’t help the red flags that are flying from them knowing each other outside of Midnight’s. He doesn’t want the whole world knowing his proclivities, doesn’t need his reputation tarnished. He knows that Shinsou is still in contact with many of their friends from high school and he doesn’t trust that word wouldn’t get around.
“It’s because you’re afraid I’m going to blab, isn’t it?” Shinsou drawls as if he pulled the thoughts right out of Katsuki’s head.
Katsuki lets out a “Tch.”
Shinsou lets out a sigh and his eyes soften. “Bakugou, I’m not going to tell anyone. What happens at Midnight’s stays at Midnight’s. Remember the release forms you signed when you entered, I’m legally bound to keep your secret. But I would never tell anyone…even without the forms. Your secret is safe with me, pretty boy.” The words are quietly spoken, just for Katsuki’s ears and he feels a heat spread through him at the reassurance layered within them. The endearment makes his cheeks and tips of his ears warm. He knows he must be blushing, a rare occurrence for him, and scrubs a hand down his face to try and hide the involuntary reaction.
Shinsou grabs his wrist lightly, startling Katsuki into making direct eye contact. There’s nothing but heat and desire in Shinsou’s gaze. Katsuki is a little shocked that it’s aimed at him. Shinsou knows how he is…loud, brash, abrasive. He knows Shinsou is drawing certain assumptions… Katsuki’s eyes dart rapidly between each of Shinsou’s, looking for the deception as little tingles stem from Shinsou’s hold on his wrist. He wants to feel more. He looks away, focusing on the glass in his other hand.
“Hey,” Shinsou commands softly and thumbs the inside of Katsuki’s wrist lightly, calling Katsuki’s attention back. “You’re safe with me. Everything is going to be ok. I’m not going to tell anyone. If anything, I’d like to show you around. Would you like that?”
It’s been too long and Katsuki already feels the haze settle over him at Shinsou’s words. This is a friend. He’ll keep Katsuki safe. Katsuki’s gut warms as he realizes that he believes Shinsou.
“Okay,” he agrees quietly, a little more than a whisper.
Shinsou’s eyes regain the shiny glint from before. He stands from his stool, releasing Katsuki’s wrist and Katsuki can’t help the little spark of disappointment as the hand withdraws. Fuck, what is wrong with him…? Katsuki also rises from his stool after shooting the rest of the alcohol. The burn on the way down is a comforting sting grounding his anxious thoughts.
Shinsou holds out his hand suddenly in front of Katsuki and eyes him expectantly. Katsuki raises a brow, surprised.
“I won’t bite, pretty boy. Unless you want me too…” Shinsou winks and little butterflies erupt in Katsuki’s stomach. He needs to get himself under control. Shinsou only asked to show him around. Katsuki forces himself not to balk at the offered hand, his performatory hero persona threatening to rise to the surface. No, he doesn’t need it tonight.
Katsuki grabs the hand and laces their fingers together when the ache for contact overrides his own stubbornness.
“Good boy,” Shinsou purrs and Katsuki blue screens. Shinsou’s eyes narrow a little at the corners and his lips tip up, like he’s made some grand discovery. He doesn’t say anything more, however, and begins leading Katsuki to a staircase past the lounge.
Katsuki knows there are different levels to the club, catering to the varied tastes of its clients, but he hadn’t dared wander past the initial lounge just yet, not feeling the adventurous spark strike him. He always likes to watch for a bit and get a feel of the vibe of a place first. The lounge had been quiet with low murmured conversations and mostly couples. He had been told that it was the best place to meet potential doms, so he’d stuck around, not daring to go higher without a partner. Shinsou may not be his partner, but Katsuki could feel the excitement radiating off of him wanting to show Katsuki around.
His hand is warm as long strong fingers twine around his like Shinsou is worried he might wander off. As they enter the next level, Shinsou’s grip tightens when a much larger lounge appears where there is a Saint Andrew Cross on a stage, and surrounding plush chairs and couches all facing it. “This is the Exhibition and Voyeurism Floor, where they do public play and often hold tutorials and classes on BDSM,” Shinsou explains. The stage and floor are mostly empty, except for a single couple on a couch naked, a girl bouncing on the dick of a much older man and gasping for breath while she holds his shoulders. Katsuki looks away, even though he knows that the couple probably enjoys the extra attention if they’re out in the open on this particular floor. Katsuki’s cheeks heat…exhibition has never really been his thing.
“It’s the middle of the week, so there aren’t any scheduled displays. On the weekends, this place is jam packed with folks,” Shinsou says quietly, not removing his eyes from Katsuki, even as the man on the couch loudly grunts and says “C’mon bitch, cum on my cock.”
“Are you an exhibitionist, Bakugou? Or do you maybe like watching?” Shinsou asks him neutrally, stroking the back of Katsuki’s hand with an index finger. Katsuki glances back briefly to the noisy couple on the couch, and nope…not for him. He shakes his head in the negative.
Shinsou tugs on his hand and gently pulls him past the couple, whose cries have grown louder with an audience present. They begin heading up the next staircase and where they suddenly hear barking sounds and giggling. Katsuki can’t help his expression of surprise as they enter the next level. There are a variety of couples up here. There’s a man right next to the entrance, wearing nothing but a pair of spandex booty shorts, down on hands and knees barking while tugging on a collar and leash. There’s another man holding the leash steady as the barking man suddenly turns at their arrival and lets out a soft growl. Shinsou merely strides past them, completely ignoring the display. Katsuki can’t help the look of surprise on his face even if he had been prepared. “This is the Pet Play floor,” Shinsou says simply and keeps leading Katsuki. “This floor is always busy, but something tells me that this isn’t really your scene.” Shinsou looks at him with a raised brow in question and Katsuki once again shakes his head. Shinsou turns his gaze back to the next staircase and begins leading him past a few with puppy ears pushing a ball around the floor with their noses, and a few kittens tossing a ball of yarn into the air.
A woman approaches them wearing kitty ears and Katsuki is forced to stop in his tracks as she suddenly latches on to his arm and meows. Shinsou turns back when Katsuki yanks on his hand with his sudden stop. Katsuki is about to tell the woman to shove off when Shinsou’s other hand reaches across Katsuki to remove the woman’s hands from Katsuki’s arm. “Sorry, kitten, this one’s taken I’m afraid. We’re just passing through.”
The woman’s face falls in disappointment before she sashays her way away from them both without a word. Shinsou chuckles and Katsuki’s face heats as he realizes that Shinsou had not only defended him, but claimed him as taken. He itches to ask Shinsou what he meant by that, but his thoughts are waylaid as Shinsou pulls on his hand again and they ascend the staircase to the next floor. This staircase is a little different as they pause at a landing in front of a shut door with a window looking in. Katsuki peeks through the door and instantly knows that this is the Littles Floor. The whole floor looks like one big daycare. There’s men and women toddling around in diapers, with bottles, and various toys and coloring books scattered on the floor. Other men and women stand guard, playing or reading with their respective littles. Once again, not really Katsuki’s kind of play.
Shinsou stops and merely watches Katsuki’s reaction. Katsuki again shakes his head. Shinsou shrugs and tugs his hand towards the next set of stairs. “I think the next floor will be the one for you,” he says almost to himself and anticipation builds in Katsuki. As they reach the next floor, Shinsou stops him in front of a steel door, this one with a blacked out window. “This floor is specifically for traditional Dom/Sub play. You’re going to see a lot of different relationships in here. You might get propositioned, especially with your particular bracelets. So I need to know before we go in, if you’d like to go in alone or if you want me to come with you?” Shinsou’s tone is serious, so Katsuki’s cocks his head a little confusion. He doesn’t really understand the question. This floor doesn’t seem all that different from any of the others, except for a different type of play.
“Why wouldn’t I want you to come with me?” Katsuki asks curiously.
Shinsou looks him up and down again in that heated way that makes Katsuki tremble.
“Because, Bakugou…if we go in there together, you WILL be mine for the night. I’m fucking greedy and don’t share. So if you want another, then you’ll have to go it alone,” Shinsou pulls Katsuki in closer by their linked hands and murmurs darkly, “Do you want me to go with you, Katsuki?”
Katsuki blinks at him in shock, as sheer fucking heat races through his bones. Shinsou wants him? Wants to be his dom? Katsuki shivers at the use of his given name and searches himself for any feelings of mistrust or token resistance, but instead he feels safe and wanted. Maybe, he can let go with Shinsou…the thought makes him ache.
Without saying a thing, Katsuki drops to his knees in front of Shinsou’s feet right there on the landing in the stairwell, palms on the tops of his legs and looks down at Shinsou’s black combat boots.
HITOSHI
Hitoshi inhales sharply and his eyes narrow again in realization. Holy fuck… “Katsuki, this whole time…I’ve had it wrong. I assumed you’d be a brat, but that’s not true is it, baby?” He sees the little shiver race down Katsuki’s spine and he can’t help but reach down and pet through soft ash blonde locks.
“No sir,” Katsuki says sweetly.
“Oh baby, you’re fucking perfect,” Shinsou murmurs to himself. He could physically see the moment Katsuki accepted him, decided to trust the man with his needs and dropped to his knees in supplication. Shinsou marvels at the man at his feet. Never in his wildest dreams could he have even dreamt up Katsuki as a service sub, let alone kneeling at his feet…lord knows he’s fantasized about the man many times over the years. He had imagined brat taming and forcing Katsuki under him…but this…this is so much better.
Shinsou crouches down in front of Katsuki and tilts his chin up with strong fingers so that ruby eyes meet amethyst. “We need to go over a few ground rules before we go in there, since I am new to your needs and boundaries. Okay, sweet boy?”
Katsuki nods in agreement and pink spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
Shinsou strokes under Katsuki’s chin and pets gently down his throat. “First, when I ask a question, I expect a verbal answer… Do you understand, Katsuki?”
“Yes, Sir,” Katsuki responds automatically in a low tone.
“Second, I will not be using your real name while we are in there. I will only use it when we are alone. Do you have a preference for what I call you?” Hitoshi asks. Every sub he has had over the years always had a different preference.
“Whatever you prefer, sir.” Except that one. Hitoshi restrains his urge to crow in victory.
“While we are in there, you will only call me Sir or Hitoshi. Same goes for when we are alone.”
“Understood, Sir.”
“Do you have a preference for praise or degradation?”
“Either, Sir.”
“Katsuki, do you know the color system?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is your color now?”
“Very fuckin’ green, Sir.”
A loud laugh bursts from Hitoshi’s’ chest at the blunt answer, but sobers quickly. “Katsuki, I’m going to keep this very tame tonight until you and I can discuss your boundaries a little further. If I do anything you don’t like or you wish to leave at any time, you will say ‘red’. We will stop immediately and aftercare will be required until you are alright. If there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable or something you need to discuss, you will say ‘yellow’. Am I clear?”
“Crystal, Sir,” Katsuki’s whole tone has changed into something sweet and demure, and Hitoshi can’t get over the difference. All of this time, Katsuki has hidden away this vulnerable part of himself and is trusting Hitoshi with it. He refuses to break that trust. Hitoshi has pined for the abrasive man for a long time, but now he has the opportunity to see another side of Katsuki…and Hitoshi feels honored beyond measure. His dick hardens to an almost painful level.
“Are you ready to go in, baby?” Hitoshi watches the tips of Katsuki’s ears turn pink at the endearment and Hitoshi files it away. He already knows that Katsuki likes praise and pet names. Hitoshi shamelessly admits to using them throughout the night just to test Katsuki.
“Yes, Sir,” Katsuki says softly. Hitoshi pets through his hair one last time before reaching down and grasping his hand to pull him up.
“Stay close to my side, okay?” Hitoshi pulls him in close and wraps an arm around Katsuki’s slender waist as he opens the door.
The music is soft as they enter. Luckily the club is pretty quiet on the weekdays and there’s only a few couples in various stages of undress occupying the space. Katsuki’s eyes stay downcast as Hitoshi leads him in. A few curious eyes watch them as they make their way past. He knows a few of the people in the room and gives a nod as they pass by. No one addresses them, but he can tell that they are curious about the sub at his side. Hitoshi leads them to a singular armchair in the corner of the room. He doesn’t hear any gasps of recognition of the popular hero so he counts himself lucky. He’s not sure how Katsuki would react to being recognized. As he sits, Katsuki maneuvers himself to stand in front of him in between his spread knees.
“Take off your shirt, baby,” Hitoshi instructs lightly. Katsuki complies easily and begins unbuttoning the blood red shirt clinging to his muscular form. When it drops to the floor, Hitoshi has to jerk himself out of his staring. Katsuki is beautiful and sculpted by Adonis himself. Lean muscle covers his upper body, along with a few scars that Hitoshi wants to run fingers over. His eyes widen as his eyes catch on two very specific scars that run directly under Katsuki’s pecs. He’s quick to cover his surprise, but molten heat strums through him, knowing that Katsuki is giving him far more trust than he’d initially thought. Hitoshi’s cock kicks against his zipper and begins leaking. Fuck…
“Come closer, baby…and kneel for me.”
Katsuki steps further between Hitoshi’s knees and kneels perfectly with his wide shoulders touching the inside of Hitoshi’s knees. Hitoshi grips his hair in a tight fist and tilts his head backwards so that demure eyes look up at him under blonde lashes.
“So beautiful, baby. Perfect for me,” Hitoshi grins as Katsuki’s pale skin turns pink from his ears down to his plush chest. He reaches out and thumbs over one of Katsuki’s nipples with his other hand, forcing it to perk up. He then reaches over and does the same to the other, watching goosebumps break out over Katsuki’s arms. Katsuki’s pupils are blown and Hitoshi can tell that he’s sinking into a nice subby space, but he wants to see what Katsuki looks like in the depths. Hitoshi leans forward, keeping his firm grip in Katsuki’s hair and kisses up Katsuki’s neck to his ear and sucks gently on the lobe, making Katsuki suck in a sharp inhale.
“Do you like that, pretty boy? Like my attention on you like this?” Hitoshi murmurs quietly near his ear.
Katsuki lets out a pretty whine and whispers, “Yes, Sir.”
“How would you like to serve me?”
Katsuki’s brow scrunches a little bit and Hitoshi can see the intense concentration. His lack of an immediate answer tells Hitoshi all he needs to know. Katsuki needs to not have decisions, he craves to have control taken from him. “Would you like me to pick, baby?”
Katsuki’s eyes light up like it’s the best idea ever and Hitoshi smiles warmly. Fuck, how did he get so lucky…
“Yes sir,” Katsuki breathes out in relief.
Keeping his eyes locked on the sub, Hitoshi releases Katsuki’s hair and runs his fingers through the mussed locks. Hitoshi knows what he wants, knows how to sink Katsuki further. He wants him nice and deep before he takes him to the private rooms at the back of this floor. He wants to see how Katsuki handles a public play space. He knows Katsuki isn’t an exhibitionist, but Hitoshi is. He’s going to try to blend the kink into tonight’s play and see if Katsuki will comply.
“Are you going to be good for me, Katsuki?” Hitoshi asks, dropping his voice even deeper cuz he’s realized that Katsuki shivers when he speaks in certain tones. “I know you are…” Hitoshi answers his own question before Katsuki can reply.
Katsuki looks at him, curiosity burning, the ache to please sitting right there at the surface. “Take me out, baby,” Hitoshi commands.
Katsuki doesn’t even hesitate like he knows the drill. A deep spike of jealousy stabs through Hitoshi unexpectedly as he thinks about Katsuki doing this with others. He pushes the feeling to the side to re-examine later. Right now, he’s got a beautiful boy unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. Hitoshi settles a little deeper into the armchair when warm hands grasp his cock and pull his hardened length out into the open air. Hitoshi goes commando for nights such as this. The warm hand pauses and simply holds Hitoshi in a loose grasp. Pure heat spreads through Shinsou as he realizes that Katsuki is waiting patiently for his next command. He’s tempted to immediately have Katsuki take him to the back of his throat. He has a feeling that Katsuki would be skilled, but tonight isn’t about that. His instincts tell him that Katsuki is aching for a drop and Hitoshi is all too happy to accommodate him.
“Put my cock in your mouth, pretty boy. Want my cock nice and warm baby. No sucking just yet,” Hitoshi orders calmly.
Katsuki glances at him briefly and slowly guides the cock between his plush lips. Hitoshi is immediately encompassed in tight heat. Katsuki licks briefly at Hitoshi’s leaking tip,\ before settling most of Hitoshi’s length against a still tongue. He sits perfectly still and Hitoshi can’t help thinking how well Katsuki has been trained. Hitoshi has no doubt that Katsuki’s perfectionism plays a massive part. Hitoshi pets through his soft hair and gently guides him to take the length just a little bit deeper. Hitoshi can feel that he’s resting just before the constriction of Katsuki’s throat, just close enough to feel when Katsuki swallows. He tilts Katsuki’s head to lay against the inside of his thigh, wanting him nice and comfortable. Katsuki moves easily in his hands, all of the tension leaking out of his body with every soft guiding touch.
“Good boy,” Hitoshi murmurs quietly, only for Katsuki’s ears, and strokes his hand continuously through Katsuki’s hair and over the back of his neck, occasionally raking his nails lightly over his scalp. Hitoshi keeps his gaze locked on Katsuki, watching as eyes dilate and drop to half lidded. He’s not falling asleep, but Hitoshi can almost feel Katsuki falling into that hazy space as his head gets a little heavier against his thigh and his breaths deepen with an even tempo. They stay that way, just lost in each other for an indeterminable amount of time…
“He’s so well trained!” A voice calls out to them several minutes later, instantly pulling Hitoshi’s attention away from watching Katsuki intently. Hitoshi knows that voice and he instantly goes stiff with tension. Fucking Monoma. Of course, he would have to be at the club tonight. Hitoshi knows that Monoma has a fucking mouth on him from their days at UA together. Hitoshi prays to every god he knows that he doesn’t recognize the hero at his feet.
Hitoshi watches like a hawk as Monoma strolls forward with a pretty woman crawling at his feet. He stops only a handful of feet away. Hitoshi looks down to gauge Katsuki’s reaction to the intruder, but is pleased to see Katsuki’s eyes closed. Hitoshi places his hand down and strokes over his cheeks, using his hand to shield Katsuki’s face from view.
“Not really in the mood for company,” Hitoshi growls at the man grinning smugly and getting a little too close for comfort.
Monoma throws up his hands in a placating manner. “Relax, Shinsou. Was just stopping by to say hi and get a good look at the prospective sub,” he purrs. “Saw the wrist bands and couldn’t believe my eyes. Is he available to share?”
Shinsou growls, “No. This one is mine.”
“Ooooo…someone is touchy. Didn’t realize you and Dynamight were a thing,” he coos out in a sly tone. Fuck, the smarmy bastard knows.
A red hot fury lances through him, and Hitoshi sits up a little straighter and levels Monoma with a warning look. “Monoma, you know the rules of this place. If I find out you’ve run your fucking yap…I will brainwash you off a bridge. You feel me?”
Hitoshi watches as his warning registers and Monoma looks mildly stricken. “Fuck, he must be special, consider me warned off…” he mutters, looks down at Katsuki one last time with a sneer and stalks away without another word.
Hitoshi feels the hand clenched around his ankle and he glances down to see unfocused ruby eyes looking up at him. Fuck, Katsuki must be so anxious after that fuckin exchange. He was so worried about being outed and now Hitoshi has put him in prime position for that exact thing to happen. If Monoma does run his mouth, Hitoshi will personally see to his demise.
“You’re ok, baby. Do you want to safeword?” Hitoshi asks gently.
Katsuki slow blinks and nuzzles further into Hitoshi’s thigh, closing his eyes again like he can’t be bothered by anything going on around him and Hitoshi smiles warmly at the response…he’s nice and dropped. He strokes over Katsuki’s cheek. “Baby…” He calls and those pretty eyes blink back open. “You’re doing such a good job, but we’re going to take this somewhere a little more private. Can you give me a color?”
“Green, sir,” Katsuki mumbles around a mouthful of cock and Hitoshi resists the urge to laugh. He pets behind Katsuki’s ear.
“Put me back in my pants, sweet thing.”
Katsuki immediately grips Shinsou’s length and pulls his mouth back almost reluctantly, leaving a string of saliva connecting them, forcing a groan past Shinsou’s lips. He’s aching and flushed with anticipation while Katsuki carefully zips his pants up. He sits back on his knees and waits for further instruction.
Hitoshi leans forward, and grips Katsuki’s hair between firm fingers and tilts his head back. A gasp greets his ears like an old friend. That sound from Katsuki’s lips with just barely a touch only ratchets Hitoshi’s desire up further. “Fuck, baby, so pretty.”
Hitoshi releases his hold on Katsuki’s hair and stands. He reaches a hand down and pulls Katsuki to his feet after grabbing the discarded shirt from the floor. “Follow,” is his only instruction as he steps around Katsuki and begins stalking forward toward the hallway of doors at the back of the floor, Katsuki close on his heels, but walking slightly behind him.
Hitoshi is one of the few exclusive members with a key to these rooms. He quickly searches for one that’s available. Finding one toward the back, he unlocks the door and steps inside. Katsuki automatically enters behind him before Hitoshi slams the lock closed in his impatience. He turns to his prey, whose eyes are downcast and waiting patiently. He glances around the room, deciding where to start.
The room is fairly small, with a bed on one wall with various restraints anchored at each corner of the large frame, luxurious sheets draped artfully over the mattress and matching nightstands on either side. The room is dimly lit with small lamps in twisted wrought-iron sconces on the wall. There’s a large wooden armoire on the wall slightly to the left of the nightstands that Hitoshi knows is home to tools of the trade: lube, condoms, shibari rope, dildos, plugs, vibrators, whips, paddles, more restraints, etc. Hitoshi ignores it all as his eyes land on the smaller St. Andrews cross mounted to the wall.
Hitoshi makes his way further into the room. “Kneel for me, Katsuki.” Katsuki instantly drops to his knees at Hitoshi’s feet. Hitoshi makes his way to the armoire and pulls out a few items and closes the door. He walks back to Katsuki and crouches down showing the assortment he’d collected. In his hands are a set of four cuffs that link to the cross, a wand vibrator, an anal plug, lube, and a condom. It may not seem like much, but Hitoshi did tell Katsuki that he’d keep it tame tonight…However, he plans to be very hands on. He grips Katsuki’s chin in his hand and turns his face towards the cross. He watches Katsuki’s eyes land on the fixture and then swing back to the cuffs in Hitoshi’s outstretched hand. “What’s your color, baby?”
“Green, sir.”
Hitoshi smiles warmly. “Have you ever used a cross before?”
Katsuki glances up from under blonde lashes and mutters quietly, “Not yet, sir.”
Hitoshi smothers his predatory grin. He sets the cuffs to the side, but holds out the vibrator, plug, condom and lube and Katsuki eyes him with some unidentifiable look. “Yellow.”
Hitoshi’s eyes widen, not expecting a safeword so soon in the game. He eyes Katsuki cautiously and crouches down. “Hey, sweetheart, what’s up? You okay?” He reaches out and strokes softly down Katsuki’s neck.
Katsuki’s eyes are still hazy, but a little clarity returns to his expression. “I’m okay, just wanted to discuss freely. I…ummm…god, why is this so embarrassing?” His face is bright red and words are stumbled. Hitoshi has a lightbulb moment…
“Baby, I already know. Saw the scars earlier. I still think you’re perfect,” he murmurs as he reaches out and brushes hair away from those beautiful red eyes.
Katsuki blinks at him. “Ummmm…that’s not it. Oh shit…” he mutters and runs a hand down his face, his face contorting into a look of embarrassment. “I kinda thought you already knew from high school. Shit, I’m sorry,” he mumbles.
“Don’t be sorry for that, Katsuki. I think it’s fucking hot and I swing all ways,” Hitoshi reassures. “But if that’s not what you safeworded for…What’s going on sweetheart?” Katsuki’s eyes shift back to the items still held in Shinsou’s hand while his face flares bright red. Shinsou looks down and doesn’t see anything that might cause discomfort in a seasoned sub. He sets the vibrator to the side, but Katsuki doesn’t blink. He moves the plug to join it, but there’s still no response. Shinsou doesn’t think it’s the lube. A lightbulb blares brightly in his head…
“Katsuki, are you saying you’d rather not use a condom?” Hitoshi asks neutrally. Heroes are tested nearly every week as part of a regular health analysis meant to keep them in top performing shape and prevent any accidents with the general public. Heroes tend to bleed a lot, so regular checkups make sure that they aren’t in danger to themselves or to others. If this is what Katsuki is wanting then he has no doubt that the other hero is more than adequately prepared.
“I’m clean,” Katsuki mutters toward the ground, words choked off. “And had a hysterectomy,” he breathes out so quietly that Hitoshi almost doesn’t hear it.
Hitoshi tilts Katsuki’s head up so that their gazes can lock. “I’m clean as well. Can you tell me why you want this, Katsuki?” He wants to hear it from those pretty lips.
Katsuki mumbles something so low that Hitoshi can’t hear. “Baby, I need you to tell me so that I can give you what you want.”
“I like to feel full and…like being bred,” Katsuki mutters, trying to shy away from Hitoshi’s intense gaze. Hitoshi smirks. The game is back on…
“Yeah, baby? You want me to fill you up?...Want to feel my come dripping out of you tomorrow morning?” Hitoshi’s grip on Katsuki’s chin slides down over pale flesh to circle Katsuki’s throat lightly. “You gonna be my pretty little cumdump for the night?”
Katsuki’s eyes widen and glaze over. “Yes, sir.” Bingo.
Hitoshi tosses the condom to the side, fists the other items in his other hand and tugs Katsuki to stand by his grip around his throat. He turns them and forces Katsuki backwards, the sub’s feet stumbling unevenly until his ass bumps against the front of the cross. Hitoshi keeps him pinned as he sets the items on the table next to the fixture. He turns his attention back to his baby. “Is there anywhere that’s off limits? Or specific words you’d like me to avoid?” He asks firmly.
Katsuki gives him a small smile, like he’s pleased by the question. “No, Sir. I like to be touched everywhere and I don’t really don’t give a shit about terminology, except…” he says softly, cutting off abruptly.
“Except what, baby?” Hitoshi demands.
Katsuki mumbles something, but Hitoshi catches the tail end… “Not a girl.”
Hitoshi hums. “No, you’re not, baby. You’re my good boy. Is it just the word ‘girl’ that you don’t like or should I avoid all feminine terminology?”
“Just don’t call me a girl, everything else is on the table, sir,” he confirms.
Hitoshi leans forward and catches Katsuki’s lips, needing to devour them as he imagines of all the ways to ruin Katsuki. Katsuki meets his kiss almost needily, lips moving against his like Hitoshi is water and he’s been stranded in the desert. Their tongues twist together lightly, just exploring one another. Hitoshi tightens his hold over Katsuki’s throat and Hitoshi swallows the blonde’s little groan. When he pulls back, Katsuki tilts his head back against the cross, panting lightly and eyes half-lidded, looking like he’s already coming down from an orgasm.
“Strip baby,” Hitoshi instructs, dropping his voice low and enjoying the little shiver he feels run through Katsuki right before he releases his throat. He turns his back to Katsuki as he picks up the cuffs. By the time he turns back, Katsuki is kicking his pants and boxers to the side.
Hitoshi resolutely keeps his mouth closed to prevent himself from drooling. His imagination never did Katsuki justice. He’ll admit that he’s always imagined Katsuki with a flushed cock between his legs, but now as he inspects Katsuki’s bare mound already shiny with wetness…his own cock is throbbing painfully at the perfect vision the other hero makes. Katsuki’s muscles are defined everywhere, but his hips are a little more plush beneath a tiny waist. He’s always admired the blonde’s ass, but now as he glances at Katsuki’s profile as he stands back against the cross where he’s dimly lit in flickering light, he notices all of his curves and can’t wait to caress and tease them all.
Cuffs in hand, he steps in front of Katsuki, who looks up at him like he’s a god worth worshiping. The power is heady, filling him up and singing in his veins. Hitoshi takes him all in with greedy predatory eyes. “Color, Kitkat?” The nickname just tumbles gruffly from his lips.
Katsuki’s eyes crinkle a little at the corners. “Very fucking green, sir.”
“Hands out,” Hitoshi commands.
Katsuki presents his hands in front of him and Hitoshi wastes no time grabbing one wrist and securing the cuff snugly over the delicate skin. He runs his finger underneath the soft leather to make sure it’s not too tight and then secures the other wrist in the same manner. Katsuki doesn’t watch what he’s doing, red eyes never leave Hitoshi’s face like he’s fascinated. Hitoshi likes him watching…
He manhandles each of Katsuki’s wrists to the top of the respective corners of the cross and anchors them in place. Katsuki gives a light tug on each arm, testing the give and Hitoshi smirks at the limited range of movement. He’s going to have Katsuki completely at his mercy.
Silently, he crouches down and repeats the cuffing process with each of Katsuki’s ankles. “Spread those slutty legs, baby,” Hitoshi demands harshly and Katsuki’s sharp breath sends little tingles over his spine as Katsuki spreads his legs wide. Hitoshi yanks on one ankle, forcing him into a wider stretch as he anchors it to the cross. Then, he finally secures the last anchor that will make Katsuki completely helpless. Not standing immediately, he allows himself to inspect Katsuki’s pussy up close. He’s silent as he runs a thumb lightly through the shiny slick that has gathered. Katsuki’s hips twitch and he lets out a breathless sound at the contact.
Hitoshi uses his fingers to run heavily through the wet mess between Katsuki’s pussy lips. “You’re already dripping, baby and I’ve barely started,” Hitoshi growls and Katsuki shivers again, making the restraints rattle lightly. He glances up to see Katsuki biting his bottom lip with his eyes closed at just the small stimulation. “Is this all for me?”
Katsuki releases his lip to moan when Hitoshi swirls one of his fingers around Katsuki’s already swollen clit. “Yes, sir,” he whispers.
Hitoshi hums thoughtfully, “Have you been soaking through your boxers this whole time, little slut?”
“Since the bar, sir,” Katsuki admits quietly and his eyes crack open to look at Hitoshi with a desperate look.
Hitoshi grins and flattens his hand to pat harshly over Katsuki’s clit. The blonde’s legs twitch, thighs flexing, like he has the urge to close them, but can’t. Hitoshi palms Katsuki’s entire mound. Rocking his hand, he coats his hand in Katsuki’s copious slick and begins to smear it all over his lips and the insides of his thighs. “I like my little fuck toys wet and messy, baby,” Hitoshi snarls as he dips two fingers into Katsuki’s entrance, making the other hero cry out at the sudden stretch. Katsuki’s walls flutter and tighten over his fingers. Fuck…so tight.
“I’m gonna enjoy stretching this tight pussy out, baby…” Hitoshi rumbles. “Might fuck a couple of loads in there, breed you full, KitKat. Would you like that?”
“Fuck yes, sir,” Katsuki rasps, his head tilted back against the wall as Hitoshi thrusts his fingers a couple of times.
He withdraws them slowly and draws his wet digits backwards to cover Katsuki’s taint and pushes them back through Katsuki’s crack until he reaches Katsuki’s other tight entrance where he circles his rim, wetting the little twitching pucker. “What about back here, baby?” He demands harshly and presses just the tip of his finger past tight resistance. Katsuki squirms and grunts. “Does this little hole like to be bred too?”
“Yes, sir,” Katsuki agrees quickly. Hitoshi pulls his finger free and instantly reaches for the lube to drizzle it over his thick fingers before reaching back to circle around Katsuki’s rim, wetting it in the thick cool gel.
“I think we’re gonna open this little hole and stuff it full so that it’ll be ready for me when I’m done playing with your slutty little pussy,” Hitoshi warns and presses one lubed finger steadily past Katsuki’s resistance. The lewd moan that echoes in the room has Hitoshi leaking against his own boxers. “Have you ever been double stuffed, KitKat?”
“N-no, sir,” Katsuki stutters as Hitoshi starts pumping his finger in and out of Katsuki’s passage. When the muscles start to loosen, another finger makes its way in next to the first. Katsuki jolts against the cross. “Fuck,” he whispers harshly.
“Does it hurt, baby? Do I need to slow down?” Hitoshi checks in, slowing his thrusts down.
“Fuck no, love it, sir. Please more,” Katsuki murmurs, cheeks pink and a little droplet of sweat dripping down from his hairline. Hitoshi’s lips quirk up… so the little slut like a little bit of pain. He adds another finger and is rewarded with a whorish groan. He presses his fingers in deeply and spreads them wide against Katsuki’s straining walls while they flutter and twitch against him. Thoughts of flipping Katsuki on the cross and driving his cock up into Katsuki’s ass have him reaching between his legs with his other hand and gripping his cock through his pants.
Deeming Katsuki stretched enough, he yanks his fingers out with a wet sound. He quickly coats the plug and positions it at Katsuki’s entrance and begins to rock it inside. Katsuki moans openly, causing Hitoshi’s eyes to dart upwards to meet a debauched ruby gaze that is nearly swallowed by pupil. He pushes a little harder on the plug until it begins to sink in. Katsuki’s eyes close when it finally sinks in to the base and nestles flush into his crack.
“There we go,” Hitoshi coos and taps against the base harshly. “Gonna keep you nice and open so that I can make this little ass gape for me later. He trails his fingers forward to trail through the slick that is now freely running down the inside of Katsuki’s thighs. “Awww, look at this little cun,t flooded just from me playing with your ass…” he purrs.
Hitoshi finally stands and grabs a wet wipe from the pop-up container on the table next to them and cleans the lube from his fingers before stepping in close to Katsuki and trailing his other hand over a firm chest. Katsuki’s eyes crack open and watch him as he drags nails lightly over the fair skin. He strikes quickly and grabs Katsuki’s throat firmly, making Katsuki let out a yelp of surprise. Hitoshi leans in close to Katsuki’s ear and nips at the lobe before blowing a soft breath over the shell over his ear, making his boy shudder. “You gonna let me mark you, sweet boy?” Hitoshi whispers.
Katsuki lets out a light moan. “Please, sir…”
Hitoshi grins and grips Katsuki’s throat tighter, squeezing the sides firmly as he sinks his teeth into the tender junction of Katsuki’s neck and shoulder, sucking harshly against the skin and drawing the blood to the surface. He knows that Katsuki’s summer costume will display the mark for all to see and a smug satisfaction settles in his gut, especially when Katsuki lets out a sweet mewl for him. Katsuki is quivering and heaving harsh breaths when he releases his teeth and lightens his hold against Katsuki’s neck. He sucks another smaller mark a little higher on Katsuki’s neck, just below where his fingers press against his flesh in a show of dominance.
With his free hand he reaches down and brushes his fingers between Katsuki’s lips. Slick pours over his hand and he smiles into Katsuki’s skin before leaning back, keeping his hand over Katsuki’s throat like a collar as he thrusts his fingers inside that tight drenched entrance. He curls them to press right against the fleshy inner spot that he knows will have Katsuki spraying the floor.
“Fuck, baby, your little cunt is sucking on my fingers. You needed this so badly didn’t you?” He starts working his fingers heavily against that spot. Katsuki’s walls clench over him and he groans.
“Yes, sir.” Katsuki squirms when Hitoshi speeds his fingers up and drills them mercilessly against Katsuki’s g-spot.
“You want to serve me, baby?” Hitoshi continues conversationally, not slowing his relentless assault while Katsuki’s pussy drools to the floor below.
“Yes, sir…please,” Katsuki rasps between moans.
“You’re gonna be MY good boy?” Hitoshi prompts.
“Yes, sir!” Katsuki cries out and Hitoshi watches the muscles in his abdomen clench like he’s building up.
“Gonna be my little fucking toy that I can do whatever the fuck I want with?” Hitoshi snarls and curls his fingers in harder, anchoring his fingers into that spot and using his wrist to ruthlessly stimulate it.
“Yours, Hitoshi!” Katsuki shouts hoarsely. Hitoshi’s smile is mean and victorious. “Please, sir! Can I cum?” Katsuki asks as his head dips further into Hitoshi’s hold on his throat. Hitoshi nearly cums in his pants at the desperate plea.
“C’mon little slut, let me see this little pussy gush,” Hitoshi grits out and works his hand harder inside Katsuki’s fluttering walls. Katsuki grits his teeth and lets out an animalistic sound as his whole body seizes, toes curled on the floor and back arched against the wooden cross right as his cunt squeezes tight and sprays violently all over Hitoshi’s hand. Hitoshi keeps thrusting his hand as Katsuki squeals and shakes while liquid continues to squirt from his quivering pussy. “Fuck, Katsuki…” Hitoshi snarls as the fountain just seems to continue for several moments. His grin is feral watching Katsuki spray like a fucking super soaker.
When the flood finally tapers off, Hitoshi pulls his fingers out slowly and without missing a beat, he drops to his knees, uncaring about his pants as he kneels in the puddle on the floor. He latches his mouth to Katsuki’s still fluttering cunt and sucks at the juices and laps his tongue through drenched lips, desperate to taste him. Katsuki jerks against the restraints in oversensitivity.
“Fuck!” He curses, but Hitoshi ignores him, slurping and licking the slick from Katsuki’s skin. He runs his tongue through puffy folds and flicks it against Katsuki’s swollen and red clit. Feeling a little cruel, he nips the little bud with his teeth and Katsuki lets out a high pitched yelp. Fuck, he could spend forever eating this sweet pussy. Unable to contain himself, he thrusts three fingers into Katsuki’s squishy insides and spreads them wide to prepare him for Hitoshi’s thick cock while he continues to suck harshly against Katsuki’s clit and licking through his folds.
“Oh my god,” Katsuki whispers shakily. “Please, sir…” he begs. Hitoshi isn’t sure if he’s begging for more or begging for a break, so he leans back, slick covering his chin, and looks up at Katsuki who has his chin dipped to his chest, watching him with hazy eyes and breathing harshly.
“Please, sir…getting close,” Katsuki breathes out.
“Yeah, baby? Your little pussy is so fucking delicious.” To punctuate his point, Hitoshi spreads his fingers wider inside and licks a broad stripe through Katsuki’s folds. “But I don’t want you cumming yet…want you to hold it for me…can you do that?” Hitoshi purrs.
Katsuki’s eyes widen. “I think so, sir…” he responds, uncertainty in his tone.
“Good boy,” Hitoshi growls and goes back to devouring Katsuki’s cunt.
KATSUKI
Fuck…Hitoshi is going to kill him. A warm tongue swirls firmly over his sensitive clit and Katsuki’s abdomen and legs shake, trying to hold his orgasm back even as the thick fingers in his cunt are teasing it forward. Hitoshi eats pussy like he’s starving and Katsuki cries out at every harsh suck. Jesus, the first orgasm of the night was the strongest he’s ever had and if the trend continues, Katsuki is going to levitate out of his skin if he has any more of that magnitude. He tries to focus on anything other than the steady pressure building in his lower body. He stares at the tattoos on Hitoshi’s arms and at soft looking purple hair as he tries to distract himself from the way Hitoshi’s tongue and fingers are playing him like a fine instrument. He feels like he’s lost all control as sounds that he’s never heard himself make before fall out of his mouth to echo in the room.
Like he can feel Katsuki’s gaze, Hitoshi jerks his fingers from Katsuki’s cunt and that devilish tongue retreats, making Katsuki let out a breath of relief as his approaching orgasm starts to recede. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer, but the moment Hitoshi stands and yanks his dress shirt over his head impatiently…all of the thoughts in Katsuki’s head scatter and his pussy clenches at the sight of all of the dark ink decorating bulging muscles. Katsuki stares transfixed and Hitoshi smirks at him while he unbuttons his pants and yanks down the zipper while kicking off his socks and boots. Katsuki is not prepared when the dom seductively pulls his pants down. Katsuki had already felt that cock in his mouth, but had been so hazy at the time that he hadn’t really gotten an accurate measure of the size. Now, his mouth waters at the long and thick appendage that weighs heavy between thick thighs.
Hitoshi steps back in close enough that Katsuki sucks in a deep breath of the fucking sweet and spicy notes of the man’s cologne and tries to look up into amethyst eyes. Like this, Hitoshi towers over him, making Katsuki feel small and delicate…utterly breakable and at the man’s complete mercy. And when Hitoshi looks down at him with that hungry look, Katsuki is fairly certain that the man plans to break him thoroughly.
Katsuki jolts as light fingers trail over his thighs on either side briefly before Hitoshi pecks his lips. “You’re thinking way too much, KitKat…” he murmurs softly in that low tone that never fails to zip through Katsuki like electricity.
A sudden slap against his pussy makes Katsuki cry out, warmth and pinpricks of pain making him close his eyes against the intensity. “Look at me, baby,” Hitoshi commands and Katsuki is helpless to deny him and his eyes fly open to meet Hitoshi’s intense stare. Another harsh slap echoes in the room and Katsuki grunts, clenching tightly over the plug in his ass, just barely able to keep eye contact. “Keep watching me, Katsuki. Don’t close those pretty eyes.”
Katsuki is so caught up in Hitoshi’s gaze that he doesn’t see the movement until it’s too late and something pushes firmly over his clit and there’s a click of a button. A steady buzz fills the air and Katsuki lets out a screech as the sudden intense vibration forcefully drags his orgasm right back to the forefront. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grits out through clenched teeth, trying to be good and hold it like Hitoshi ordered him to.
“You’re gonna take it like my good boy,” Hitoshi warns in a deadly voice that has Katsuki’s cunt clenching on nothing and dripping steadily to the floor. “You’re not gonna be able to walk after I’m done, my slutty little KitKat. Now that I finally have you, I’m not gonna let you go unless you make me. Gonna keep making you cum your little fucking brains out until you’ve got that vacant dopey look and feel like you’re gonna float away. Do you understand?”
Katsuki grits his teeth harder when there’s another click of a button and the vibrations increase. The pleasure is so sharp against his sensitive clit that it almost hurts, but the pressure building tells him that this orgasm is coming whether he wants it or not. “Please, sir. Please, I can’t hold it,” he slurs through his teeth.
“Hmmmm…maybe I can be convinced to let you cum, baby. Tell me you’re mine…” he purrs.
“Fuck!” Katsuki screams when the vibrations increase again. “I’m yours! I’m yours!” he yelps while his whole body shakes.
“Good boy, now cum!” Hitosh shouts viciously.
The tension in Katsuki’s belly snaps at the harsh command and every one of his muscles convulse while a scream tears from his throat. Vaguely, he can feel the liquid running heavily over his thighs while his entire lower body feels electric and hot.
His head slumps to his rapidly rising and falling chest, his thoughts incoherent when the torturous vibration finally pulls away. Distantly, he feels movement around his feet, but the urge to look doesn’t even reach him. All he can focus on is sucking air into his lungs as aftershocks riddle his body.
When he feels large hands grip the bottoms of his thighs, he manages to crack open his eyes and see that Hitoshi has picked up his bottom half. A gust of air leaves him as he is pinned solidly against the cross behind him. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby,” Hitoshi instructs softly against his ear and a kiss is pressed into his hair. Katsuki struggles for a moment, trying to get his muscles to obey…but he desperately wants to be good for his sir. It takes him a few tries with quaking legs, but eventually he manages to hook his ankles around a thick muscular waist.
Something thick suddenly prods against his entrance and he glances up in question into a heated purple gaze. Hitoshi leans down and nuzzles his scruffy jaw against Katsuki’s cheek. Katsuki sighs at the friction and feels himself go lax under the tender attention. “Such a good boy,” Hitoshi coos and Katsuki fills with warmth at the praise. He’s being good. “Good boys deserve to be bred, don’t they, baby?” he asks and Katsuki shivers where he’s being held up in strong arms.
“Yes, sir,” Katsuki slurs a little, brain fuzzy.
Katsuki sighs when that thick tip finally breaches him and presses steadily inside while Hitoshi supports him under his ass. He feels the plug in his ass shift with the new intrusion and he groans with the added fullness. Stretched wider than he’s ever been, a little bit of pain tugs at him, threatening to burst the soft bubble he seems to be encased in and he whimpers.
“Shhh, baby, you’re okay. Almost there,” Hitoshi soothes and Katsuki settles a little deeper into him, just allowing Hitoshi to do as he pleases. His sir will take care of him. Fuck…so full ….the thought floats through his brain when that thick cock presses so fucking deep inside him that he feels as though he’s being rearranged. “Doing so well, Kitkat. Taking all of me,” Hitoshi purrs and Katsuki moans when Hitoshi’s hips finally greet him. “Gonna breed this pussy so well, baby…” Hitoshi says and lifts Katsuki’s ass and drops him down harshly making the anchors attached to his arms clank loudly.
“You still with me, little slut?” Hitoshi asks as he sets a steady rhythm of raising and dropping Katsuki down on his cock.
“Yes, sir,” Katsuki breathlessly replies.
“Your little pussy is so fucking tight, baby,” Hitoshi praises and licks up the side of his neck. Katsuki groans when the thrusts inside him increase, pressing deliciously against all of his walls and rubbing against the plug in his ass through the thin wall between them. Katsuki squirms and tears start to stream down his cheeks when teeth sink into the other side of his neck. Hitoshi clamps down hard over his skin and continues to drive inside him with harsh thrusts that have Katsuki already building to another orgasm. He wishes he could cling to Hitoshi’s neck to ground himself. He feels untethered as sensation continues to assault him. He doesn’t even realize when Hitoshi finally releases his stinging skin to kiss over his new mark lovingly.
“Sir…” he barely manages that single word as his orgasm starts to crest and pull him to the edge.
He feels impaled as the cock inside plows him harder. “Cum on my cock, baby. You can cum as many times as you want as long as my cock is inside you,” Hitoshi growls.
Katsuki’s head thunks back against the wood behind him and his mouth opens on a silent scream when his vision whites out and all of his nerves feel like they’ve been thrown into a bonfire. Tears stream down his cheeks at the intensity as his insides quake and spasm.
“Fuck yeah,” he hears his sir grunt and when Katsuki’s muscles go limp afterwards, his lips quirk up knowing that his sir is pleased with him even as his chin dips back down to his chest.
Not long after, he feels the cock inside him pulse. “Fuck, baby…gonna breed and cream this little cunt. You’re gonna take it like a good fucking boy,” his sir promises and Katsuki clenches down dutifully and sighs when he feels the thick warmth flood inside him.
He moans as his sir ruts his cock and grinds his cum deeper inside. “Thank you, sir,” he murmurs. His lips are suddenly captured and he gratefully leans into it. He giggles a little when a wayward thought strikes him that it’s been such a long time since he’s been kissed.
His sir leans back and Katsuki meets his gaze softly. He feels so warm inside… even when the fullness disappears from inside him.
“What’s so funny, sweet boy?” his sir asks, lips quirked up at the side, letting Katsuki know that he isn’t upset.
Katsuki lets out a light snort and tucks his forehead against his sir’s. “I like kisses,” he mumbles, the words just sort of tripping off of his tongue.
“Oh yeah, baby?” His sir chuckles and presses another kiss against Katsuki’s lips lightly. “Why’s that?”
Katsuki tries to shrug, but the movement is aborted by the restraint. “Forgot what they feel like,” he breathes out.
His sir raises a brow and Katsuki briefly worries that he’s upset him. “I’m sorry…” Katsuki tries to fix it immediately, unsure of what he did wrong.
His sir stares at him and Katsuki tries to keep eye contact, but discomfort is starting to creep up. “Baby, when’s the last time you were kissed?” The words are gentle and Katsuki feels them settle over him like a soothing balm.
Katsuki’s brow scrunches as he thinks, trying to pluck the memory out of floaty thoughts. “High school, I think…” he says simply when he can’t think of any other occurrence.
Purple eyebrows raise comically on his sir’s face. “Oh sweetheart, I thought you said you’ve had doms before me…?”
Katsuki lets out another airy giggle, “Yes, sir.”
His sir carefully shifts Katsuki downwards and untangles his legs from his waist. Katsuki legs feel like jello when his feet shakily touch the floor. A sudden wave of exhaustion seems to weigh over him as his body settles and his head lolls to the side. There’s a light clinking sound right before one of Katsuki’s arms is lowered slowly and he feels firm fingers rub against his skin. A light groan vibrates against his lips at the tender touch. He thinks he spaces out for a few minutes when his eyes close.
“Baby, you with me?” a voice rumbles by his ear and Katsuki blinks his heavy eyes open.
HITOSHI
“Yeah,” Katsuki breathes out on a sigh, looking soft and fucked out. Hitoshi wants to keep him. The urge is sudden and possessive. He’s always had an eye on Katsuki from afar, watching him like a bright star shooting across the sky in the distance. But now, Katsuki is so close…Hitoshi can touch him, feel over his soft skin and kiss tender lips…He realizes that Katsuki isn’t a bright ball burning up the atmosphere, but a quiet smoldering ember used to fan the flames of a roaring fire. He simmers, glowing dimly in the soft hours of the morning until you stoke him just right to coax the flame to rise.
Like a snake, Hitoshi needs to bask just a little longer in the heat. He supports a wobbly Katsuki, leading him to the bed. No, he made promised to completely ruin Katsuki…and Hitoshi plans to breed him so full that Katsuki will keep coming back for more. Hitoshi’s dick stirs, despite cumming only five minutes ago. He’d made Katsuki say that he was Hitoshi’s, and now Hitoshi needs to make sure that his claim is fully rooted in truth.
Katsuki tumbles to the bed, still shaky, but looking up at Hitoshi with half-lidded bedroom eyes that Hitoshi wants to forever see aimed at him. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine Katsuki Bakugou looking up at him like he’s the center of the universe. “What’s your color, Kitkat?”
“Green, sir,” Katsuki answers dutifully as Hitoshi crawls over him, grabbing the back of still soaked thighs and pins them to Katsuki’s chest.
“Keep these legs up, baby,” he commands lowly and Katsuki grabs the back of his thighs, holding himself open. Hitoshi runs his hand over Katsuki’s dripping cunt, brushing his fingers through flooded folds before trailing them downwards to the base of the plug still anchored between Katsuki’s cheeks. He tugs on it lightly and Katsuki rewards him with a quiet groan. Hitoshi pulls harder until the plug slides through Katsuki’s clinging rim. He sets the plug to the side, wanting to keep it handy for when he needs it later.
Katsuki’s hole gapes open just slightly. He hums in thought and grabs the lube from next to the bed, drizzling it all over his stiff cock and placing it at Katsuki’s twitching little pucker. He presses in slowly and Katsuki lets out a low moan that settles deep in Hitoshi’s ears and curls into his memories for future perusal. As he sinks deep inside clenching walls, his thoughts turn soft and sappy. He’d known from the moment he propositioned Katsuki at the bar that he’d wanted to offer Katsuki a contract, something exclusive, but his secret pining seems to be getting the better of him and turning his thoughts into something longer term. When his hips press flush to Katsuki’s ass and delicious heat clenches over him, his dom headspace seems to dissolve as he leans over Katsuki and presses their lips together once more. If his baby likes kisses, he’s happy to give him all the kisses he could ever desire. Hitoshi pulls back only when Katsuki is breathless and gasping below him. Soft red eyes are staring at him and the trust in that gaze is heady and Hitoshi resolves that he wants to see that expression always.
“Kitkat…?” he murmurs softly and those ruby red eyes sharpen with a little bit of clarity while Hitoshi works his cock tenderly inside Katsuki. He knows that Katsuki is hazy in his headspace, but the question is ready to burst from Hitoshi as he nuzzles down against Katsuki’s cheek and peppers kisses over his jaw.
“What?” Katsuki breathes out as Hitoshi pumps slowly inside. Katsuki must recognize the different tone from Hitoshi when he doesn’t hear the title following Katsuki’s question. This is a real conversation, something outside of the fantasy that they’ve created together…something real and raw.
“Will you let me take you on a date after this?” Hitoshi rumbles, his stomach fluttering with his nerves. Please say yes… he chants in his head.
There’s a quiet hitch in Katsuki’s breath that catches in Hitoshi’s ears and gives him a little hope. He wants to tuck Katsuki’s ember in his hands and be the one to fan it to life over and over again. Katsuki clenches over his cock deliciously. “You want to take me on a date?” he asks, voice airy and raspy. Hitoshi presses another kiss to his neck.
“Yes, baby…” he responds as he rocks in and out slowly, just enjoying the feel of Katsuki beneath him, in his arms and completely captive to Hitoshi’s attentions. He never imagined that he’d be able to get the gruff hero like this, never imagined that beneath that rough exterior was a soft little cinnamon roll that just needs to be loved. He can feel it from Katsuki now, the yearning clear in his question. Hitoshi wants it…wants it so badly that his bones ache for the blonde.
Katsuki groans low and tilts his head back as Hitoshi reaches between them and starts to twirl his fingers over Katsuki’s wet clit. “You don’t have to answer me now, Kitkat,” Hitoshi tacks on, wanting Katsuki to have time to–
“Yessss…,” Katsuki suddenly moans, completely derailing Hitoshi’s thoughts. Elated happiness swells in Hitoshi and his hips piston a little faster with his excitement and his fingers strum faster over Katsuki’s clit.
“Yeah, baby? Gonna give me a chance to make you mine permanently?” Hitoshi purrs and nibbles over Katsuki’s marked flesh.
“Please, Toshi…” Katsuki whispers wantonly. Hitoshi melts…into a puddle right then and there.
“Fuck, Katsuki…” he mutters and sighs as Katsuki’s legs tense and begin to quiver. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers while I fill your perfect ass. Let me feel you come apart for me and only me…” Hitoshi rushes out in a pleading tone. He groans when Katsuki tightens and his balls start to draw upwards.
Katsuki mewls as he cums, eyes rolling back and limbs quivering beneath Hitoshi as his tight tunnel spasms over Hitoshi’s cock and his sweet pussy floods with wetness that coats Hitoshi’s fingers. “My baby…” Hitoshi growls and pumps his cock through the clenched muscles only a couple more times, coaxing his orgasm forward. He groans when cum starts to pour from his slit to bathe Katsuki’s insides. “Such a good boy for me…so fucking perfect…” he rasps and his hips twitch as he presses in as deep as possible.
Hitoshi keeps his cock buried even as he starts to soften and lays over Katsuki. Their lips come together like magnets seeking each other out. He licks into Katsuki’s sweet and welcoming mouth. When he finally slips free, they both suck in a breath and shudder in unison. Hitoshi wraps his arms around Katsuki and rolls them to their sides to tuck the blonde against him while they both shiver in aftershocks. Katsuki tucks his face into Hitoshi’s shoulder and mumbles something faint and incomprehensible.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Hitoshi murmurs and presses a kiss to blonde hair. “Can you say it again for me,” he prompts.
Katsuki turns his face to the side and Hitoshi notices a little pink spread over fair skin. “Never been on a date before,” Katsuki mutters shyly.
The soft admission has Hitoshi blinking in surprise. He tucks his face down next to Katsuki and presses a soft kiss there. “Because you never wanted to? Or because no one has asked?” he asks curiously.
“You know how I am…” Katsuki replies gruffly by way of answering, sounding a little more coherent…and surprisingly insecure. Hitoshi rewards Katsuki’s honesty with another kiss to the forehead in reassurance. He loves Katsuki’s ‘give no fucks’ attitude, admires that fiery determination that always seems to radiate from the blonde. He also fucking loves that Katsuki allowed him to see past that, see a tender and sweet man that lies beneath.
“I do…” he admits huskily and reaches fingers up to grasp Katsuki’s chin to tilt it upwards until their eyes can meet. “I want you, Katsuki,” he says firmly. “Thank you for giving me your trust tonight. I want to keep it safe from now on. I want to be the one that you can show everything that you are. Want to be your home, if you let me.”
Katsuki blinks those pretty gemstone eyes and Hitoshi is entranced as they become glassy and vulnerable. “Okay, Toshi…” he says softly, the words a little choked. Hitoshi brings their lips together once more and tries to purvey all of his promise and intention into the sweet kiss as he tugs Katsuki tighter to him.
KATSUKI
Tears trickle down Katsuki’s cheeks at the unexpected warmth that fills him. He’s never felt this way before and maybe it’s just the comedown from an incredible night, but his emotions just seem to swell and he’s unable to contain them at Hitoshi’s tender and meaningful words. Katsuki isn’t used to feeling wanted, feeling seen and understood…but as amethyst eyes gaze at him with such fondness and possession, he feels like perhaps someone finally finds him worthy. Hitoshi wants him…knows who he is and still wants him. His eyes search Hitoshi’s face and he finds that he wants this man back. He’s always been skittish when it comes to romantic feelings, unsure of how to navigate the choppy waters, but he knows bone deep that Hitoshi will guide him. Trust has always been hard for him, but tonight he trusted Hitoshi with all of his deepest secrets and the man was flawless in giving Katsuki everything that he could have needed or wanted. Maybe he can trust him with this too…maybe he can trust this man to take care of his heart in the same thoughtful way that Hitoshi took care of his body.
Hitoshi kisses him once more and Katsuki melts into it, readily surrendering all of himself for the first time. He may have went into this with the intention of merely giving up his control and allowing himself to serve Hitoshi for a fix…but something pivotal has changed in just a few hours…They’ve both allowed each other to see their most intimate selves. Hitoshi wants to be Katsuki’s home…and home is where the heart is…Katsuki thinks that just maybe he’ll willingly serve his heart and his submission to this man who wants to hold it and keep it safe.
“Wanna take you to the new restaurant downtown…” Hitoshi suddenly rumbles, deep and low, in a way that sends a shiver down Katsuki’s spine. “I remember how much you like spicy food and they have a ghost pepper curry that I think you’ll love… Let’s rest here for a bit, let me get you cleaned up, and I’ll take you for a late dinner and then I’d like to take you to my place. Wanna hold you some more.” Hitoshi’s arms tighten around Katsuki as if he never wants to let go.
“Okay,” Katsuki breathes out… He’s gonna marry this man.