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The front door slamming shut wasn’t an uncommon way for Katsuki to enter their apartment. But usually it came with a gruff greeting or a dive straight into a rant he’d saved solely for Eijirou’s waiting ears.
When all that came was quiet, dragging footsteps behind him, Eijirou set his book down and looked over the back of the couch.
Rubbing at tired eyes were soot stained arms covered in dirt and blood- Eijirou couldn’t figure out if he wished it to be Katsuki’s or someone else’s. He was still in his hero suit, boots trailing mud across the wood as he walked. Eijirou would have scolded him if he hadn’t been worried about too many things to figure out what to focus on first.
“Kat-”
He stopped, shoulders and head jumping like he hadn’t realized Eijirou was there. “I know- I’ll clean it up in the morning I just-” He tried to scowl but it came out more as a wobbly frown. “I gotta shower.”
“Did you come straight home from patrol?”
Given that he was early and the question made him turn his back, the answer was yes.
“Are you okay?” He stood, but Katsuki brushed him off with a weak wave.
“I gotta shower.”
Eijirou knew better than to ask again. If he did, the boy would snap and close himself off for good.
Shortly after Katsuki wandered down the hall, the shower started up and steam began to billow from the cracked door. Eijirou busied himself with sweeping up the dirt from the floor before he pushed into the bathroom and scooped up the pile of clothes to toss them in the wash.
Back out in the main room, he flicked the tv on and went to start a kettle. Over the distant splash of the shower and the gentle hum of the stove, it all became that much clearer.
“-We’re coming back to you now with the latest update-” The familiar lilt of a newscaster caught Eijirou’s attention and drew him to peer from around the curtain out of the kitchen. “Six deaths have been confirmed in tonight’s devastating subway collapse. Many more are either injured or currently declared missing. There is confirmation of at least a dozen heroes currently at the scene to help extinguish the flames and provide rescue to those still trapped. We take you live to downtown with our emergency correspondent Taka-”
The tv shut off while Eijirou’s eyes stayed glued to a dark screen.
“Don’t want that shit.” Katsuki’s grumble pulled his gaze to the couch.
The remote was tossed to the cushion as Katsuki stood in a threadbare tshirt and boxers while drying his hair with a bleach-stained towel.
“You were there.”
It wasn’t a question.
Katsuki clicked his tongue. “What of it?”
“Was it bad?”
That was a stupid question, he knew that, but half of him needed to hear just how bad. He needed to know how far into his own head his strong, collected husband was crawling.
From his glazy-eyed entrance to the visible tension still in his shoulders, he’d be safe to guess pretty far.
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” Katsuki answered, but he was quiet and dismissive.
Five years ago and Eijirou would have let it go at that, too afraid to push his bestfriend- his newly proclaimed boyfriend- too far. But now he knew to prod and rip back layer after layer that Katsuki built up every day. His guard was like a never ending vine growing to close him off and keep him safe.
“How bad?” He stepped closer and Katsuki recoiled.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“How did you find out?”
“Ei, drop it.”
“How long were you there?”
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Why didn’t you go back to the agency first?”
“Motherfucker I swear-”
The demanding whistle of a boiling kettle cut between them. They stared in heavy silence as the screech grew louder from the kitchen.
“I’m making you tea.” Eijirou said, forcibly calmer.
“I don’t want tea.”
“It wasn’t a question.” He ducked beneath the curtain, quickly shutting off the burner and letting the whistle die down to a subtle whirr.
A small ceramic thing sat on the counter. Katsuki’s favorite mug covered in tiny cartoon cats. It was both something Eijirou could never see him using and something that made complete sense. It stayed in the cabinet as one thing that no one could ever know about.
There wasn’t any noise coming from the rest of the apartment anymore, but Eijirou stayed in the kitchen even as the tea bag sat steeping. Katsuki needed the time to settle down. The questions would seep in on their own, and by the time Eijirou came out, he’d be ready to give.
Breaking the quiet, the tv turned back on- quickly changed to something else. Only then did Eijirou come out, mug in hand. Reaching the couch, he held it out. Katsuki took it without a word, cradling it between his chest and drawn up knees. Eijirou didn’t push again- the explanation would come when Katsuki wanted it to. And he’d wait all night, sitting on the couch barely watching some movie if he needed to.
It was probably forty minutes of sipping before the empty mug was placed on the coffee table. Nothing had happened but it was really only nothing to someone looking in. Eijirou knew Katsuki’s thoughts hadn’t stopped churning since the moment that night started.
Arms around his knees, chin atop them, Katsuki looked more like a child than the young adult he’d become. “I was nearby. Heard it happen so I just followed the sound.”
“Ah,” was all Eijirou responded with as they watched the screen.
“They don’t know whether it was an attack or if it happened naturally. At least, they didn’t know when I left.”
“It’s still being dealt with.” Katsuki gave a grunt. “Who made you leave?” Out of the corner of his vision, he saw Katsuki scrunch down. “You wouldn’t have left a scene like that unless you were forced to.”
“I might have-”
“Did.” Eijirou corrected firmly and forced Katsuki to reroute.
“I snapped at someone- a lot of people- but I- the situation was-” He stumbled to a stop in order to take a deep breath. “When something like a subway collapses, what are the most important things to consider?”
Eijirou thought for a second, squinting across the room. “Stopping further damage from a possible perpetrator, civilian rescue, and if it’s something like that, mm, probably ensuring the stability of the surrounding area.”
“Fuckin’ ding ding, even the peabrain can get it. You don’t just go throwing debris everywhere. Even if there might be people stuck under it, you risk causing a fucking sinkhole if you start clearing shit away without checking to make sure the ground is gonna hold. Which is exactly what I was trying to explain to the blockhead sidekick that was getting in my way and tossin’ pieces of cement around.”
“How did you explain it?” Katsuki shot him a vile look. “Look, I’m on your side. I’m just trying to understand. Sometimes you’re trying to be helpful and informative but your temper-”
“My temper was at its fuckin wits end when I’m trying to save lives and this imbecile is threatening to take a fourth of the city into the giant pit. So yeah, my explanation may have been a little coarse, but I couldn’t-” He crumpled, huffing angrily and digging his hands into his hair. When the pulling started, Eijirou scooted closer and took his wrists.
“Stop that.” He brought Katsuki’s hands down, rubbing over them. “Keep talking.”
Staring holes into Eijirou’s chest, he frowned. “I couldn’t even get all I wanted to say out before some stupid reporter bitch decided it’d be totally fucking okay to get in my face about everything. What happened? What are you doing? Why are you yelling at him? Shouldn’t you be helping? Have you saved anyone yet? Is anyone dead? Have some damn tact. I can hardly focus as it is and then I had some bird fluttering around me asking all these inane questions.” He tensed, shoulders shaking and sending tremors all the way into Eijirou’s hands. “I wanted to punch her so bad, Eiji- I know it’s their job- I know they want to get their information from someone like me, but fuck- how about you take one look at what’s going on around you and think maybe I shouldn’t ask the guy screaming and covered in shit and blood what’s going on,”
Katsuki looked up, more fury coming through than pain or regret. “I didn’t do it. Punch her. But I did divert my yelling towards her big head instead. I shouldn’t have. I should’ve just walked away and kept doing my job, but I couldn’t let it slide. She was hindering everyone from getting shit done and you know how much that pisses me off. I probably said too much- and I was too harsh- but I couldn’t let her think that was okay.”
He turned, tucked his hands between his knees. “Bitch started crying and I looked like the bad guy, as always. They made me leave right after. Said I was too worked up to think straight and they couldn’t risk any more collateral damage.” He reached back for his hair but only rubbed his nape this time. “I was too pissed to go to the agency to shower- didn’t want to risk seeing any of ‘em- so I ran home.”
Eijirou bent further in. “You ran home?”
“You think I was gonna take the train lookin’ like that?”
“Katsuki-”
“I’m fine.”
He wasn’t.
Eijirou ran a hand through damp blonde, Katsuki pushing up into the touch ever so slightly. “You haven’t had a night like this in a while.”
His eyes slipped shut as Eijirou scratched at his scalp. “Never gets any fucking easier.”
“That’s probably good.” But Katsuki scoffed. “It means you’re not desensitized to it. And that you might actually have emotions.”
“Remind me of that tomorrow when every news posting claims the opposite.”
“Kat-”
“Heartless hero strikes again, Ground Zero ignores civilians and makes another reporter cry.”
“It’s all bullshit.”
“It’s the reason I can’t break past my number five spot.”
“Well, the number twenty-seventh hero thinks you deserve the top.”
“You deserve that too.” He peeked back open, smile turning into a smirk. “The number two spot, right next to me.”
“You know I don’t really care about rankings all that much anymore.” When Katsuki’s face turned sour, he jumped to correct himself. “Not to say that you shouldn’t! I’m glad it drives you, I just don’t think it’s the only thing that makes a hero great. You’re the most amazing person I know. More hardworking and resilient than anyone else.” He trailed his hand down to brush Katsuki’s cheek before it fell away to his lap. “And I happen to have the secret knowledge that you’re also very kind and caring as well. Don’t let another accusatory, drama-hungry reporter define you. You haven’t given up yet, and I know you won’t now.”
Katsuki stared at him, eyes round and mouth slightly parted. Eijirou smiled back until he opened his arms, “C’mere ‘tsuki.”
One of Katsuki’s feet slid down while the other knee met the cushion. He crawled over and let arms wind around him as he got into Eijirou’s lap. He wasn’t light by any means, but he was compact and lithe and fit perfectly against Eijirou’s chest. He hadn’t grown much since they met- a fact that was entirely off-limits from discussing, but Eijirou couldn’t hide the fondness he felt when Katsuki curled up into him.
He didn’t do it often- just when the days were bad and he needed to be comforted but refused to say anything. Eijirou was happy to oblige with hands rubbing over Katsuki’s spine and chins tucked over each other’s shoulders.
“You did everything you could- probably more than you should have.” A sigh fell over his ear so Eijirou hugged tighter. “You helped so many people and this is just another reminder that it’s impossible to save everyone all the time. You shouldn’t feel like you have to carry that burden alone.”
There was a grumble below his ear, something akin to a disagreement.
“You did the right thing tonight. Not everyone can hear the purpose behind what you yell, but that’s their problem.”
Katsuki leaned away and brought his hands between them. “If everyone would just do their damn job right, I wouldn’t have to yell.”
“We both know that’s not true.” The glare he got was a welcome sight. He returned it with a grin, fingers fluttering over Katsuki’s back. “You yell no matter what’s happening. It’s part of why I love you.”
“Why?”
It was startling. The conviction of one word striking him like a slap.
“Why-” He was talked over by narrow eyes and balled fists.
“Why would you like that?”
Ah.
Eijirou had seen it coming, but now it was unavoidable. It was that kind of night and he was fully prepared.
“Why?” He leaned in and smiled, hoping it was reassuring. “You’re so unafraid to say what you want and what you mean.” Katsuki needed this tonight. “I wish I could be that outspoken and brave.” His confidence was shaken, insecurities peeking through a well-crafted ego. “You’re a natural leader and people see that. We follow you not because we’re afraid but because we respect you and know you’re right.”
It was slow and restrained, but Katsuki took Eijirou’s shirt and twisted it up in his fingers. The words were getting to him, the subtle stoking of his self-esteem as patient and soft as the hand Eijirou ran through his hair.
“You’re so smart, Kat. Don’t let anyone try to put you down.” Eijirou slid his hand down to a rosy cheek before cupping Katsuki’s chin between his finger and thumb. Lazy eyes popped back open. “And if they do, I’ll beat ‘em up.”
“That’ll help our image.” Katsuki muttered but his lips were curved up.
“It’ll be in the name of love.” Eijirou swiped his thumb over the bottom lip.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re blushing.”
“Because I’m embarrassed I married such an idiot.”
“Ouch,” Eijirou said hushed and weak before leaning forward to drag Katsuki the rest of the way into a much needed kiss.
The hands in his shirt pulled, chest to chest Eijirou was pressed into the couch. The knees against his thighs squeezed and trapped him in the best way possible. The way Katsuki kissed had been clumsy at first- inexperienced and forceful. Years later, it wasn’t much better, but it was enjoyable all the same. Anyone else would probably hate the vigorous mash of lips and desperate, erratic flip-flop between a messy tongue and dangerous teeth- but Eijirou lived for it. It was humorous and disordered and endearingly Katsuki- there wasn’t any way he could want more.
But even then, there was a slight shake to Katsuki’s shoulders- a wobble to his breath that filled Eijirou with worry.
Eijirou forced him back by the shoulders. “Hey,” They both brought in a deep breath. “If you’re too tired-”
“Do I look tired?”
“Yes, and tonight was a lot.”
“I’m fine.” He tried to move forward again, but Eijirou held him back.
“I don’t doubt that, but-”
“Ei,” Shirt tugged, mouth to Eijirou’s jaw. “C’mon.”
And he did. Eijirou would give him the world if he could. And because of that, his acceptance was never difficult to achieve.
Especially not when Katsuki got hands on the bare skin of his sides and put a mouth to his throat.
Curling around, he held Katsuki with fingers splayed on his back. “I gotcha, baby.”
Katsuki hummed in agreement and probably a little in victory. The attention given to his skin was light in every place uncovered by his suit, harder in those that stayed hidden beneath black fabric. The occasional scratch or bruise along his chest was never missed by curious eyes. They weren’t private about their relationship, but it wasn’t as though any evidence of what they did in their alone time would help public ratings. No one really wanted a hero covered in hickeys and bite marks unless they had battled a beast to earn them.
Even though conquering a defiant beast was often what the feat of being intimate with Katsuki in any way felt like. He shrugged off touches and grumbled through kisses then became even madder when they stopped. They would bicker and argue their way through it and it was fun, but these nights were something special.
They usually came as the result of a less than ideal day, but Eijirou couldn’t lie and say he disliked the needy hands. He lived for a lot of things, but pleasing his complicated, moody husband was definitely one of the most important.
By any means, he thought he did a damn good job of it.
With Katsuki’s touch up his shirt and roaming over his chest, Eijirou couldn’t help his soft chuckle.
“How ‘bout we go to bed?”
“Why?” Katsuki griped against his throat.
“You’re sore right?” He took Katsuki by the arms, squeezing the muscle carefully.
“Told you I’m fine. Quit coddling me.”
“You really going to fight what you need?”
Katsuki stilled in his lap. When his head fell to a shoulder, Eijirou slid up to massage his biceps.
“I don’t need this.”
“Of course not.” Moving up further, he gripped Katsuki’s shoulders. “Lean back a little.”
Katsuki complied, somewhat. His forehead remained glued to the crook of Eijirou’s neck, but he arched enough for Eijirou to be able to twist his thumbs into the knots of Katsuki’s muscle. A heavy sigh fell as he worked strong shoulders with trained technique.
The next victim where the tight chords in his thighs. Katsuki tried to hide his groan once Eijirou started at his knees, pinching and rolling his thumb into them before sliding up little by little. By the time Eijirou reached the dip in of his waist, there was the beginning of a tent to his boxers. Hands sliding inward, Katsuki’s knees slid against the cushions to open them wider and sink further into him. Knocking his knuckles over the fabric had Katsuki huffing into his neck and pushing his hips forward.
There was a mouth on his the moment he started to cup Katsuki through the garment. The harder press of his palm had the kiss breaking into a frustrated command. “Get ‘em off.”
Eijirou laughed quietly, hiding it against Katsuki’s mouth. “Stand up then.”
“Jus’ rip ‘em.”
His laugh grew and Katsuki bit his lip out of spite.
Eijirou jerked his head back and grinned. “I’m not gonna rip them.”
“One of these days you will.” Katsuki muttered as he pulled himself away and stood. There was a little teeter to his step as he went. “-need lube anyway.”
With Katsuki hurrying to the bedroom, Eijirou undid his pants and managed to get them off before he came back. Briefs halfway down his legs, he was met with a bottle tossed into his chest and a scowl looming over him. Legs wide, arms open, he welcomed Katsuki to step between them.
“Still not off.” Eijirou commented with a trail over the waistband.
“You take pride in doing it yourself.”
“Thank you for the gift.”
It was a tease, but the scowl lightened as his stomach quivered. Once Eijirou pulled them down, they pooled at Katsuki’s feet but stayed there- his attention too focused on Eijirou’s lips meeting his hip to step out of them. A nip at pale skin brought Katsuki’s hand into Eijirou’s hair which guided him down.
The rough twist of that hair left no room for wasting time. Caressing the back of Katsuki’s thighs, he complied by taking Katsuki’s cock into his mouth and pressing his tongue to the head. The small sigh of a moan was a sound Eijirou was certain no one else had ever heard and hopefully no one ever would. His sounds were always quiet but raw- always filled with as much emotion as he put into everything that came out of his mouth whether he liked it or not.
And he didn’t.
Holding onto Eijirou’s head as it moved slowly, he hurried to bite onto his knuckle to block the other chirps. If Eijirou could reach, he’d tug that arm down and hold him still. Hiding something like that never made sense to him- they’d been together so long, he’d heard them all before, heard things more embarrassing than that.
Digging slightly hardened fingertips into his tender thighs would have to be explanation enough while his mouth was occupied with soft sucking and too much spit. But if anything, it only made the sounds worse. Katsuki dropped his hair to bat at his arm.
“Stop-”
Pulling off, Eijirou left a parting kiss to the tip before grinning. “You like it. A little pain never made you complain before.”
Katsuki’s hand fell away from his mouth to make his frown clear. “I’d like to be able to sit tomorrow and I won’t be able to if you cut my thighs all to hell.”
Eijirou moved his grip and held his hands up between them in surrender.
“Don’t look so smug.” Katsuki murmured, shoving Eijirou by the shoulder so he could climb back into his lap. “You’re a frustrating piece of shit.” He plucked the disregarded bottle of lube off the cushion and let a glob out onto his palm.
“You’re so hot when you insult me.” It was mostly a ploy to rile his up, and it worked like every time before.
“Shut up.” He hissed, grabbing Eijirou’s dick tighter than necessary. Eijirou inhaled sharply through his teeth while Katsuki growled at him, “You’re so fucking annoying.”
He beamed with another gasp as Katsuki started fisting his cock. “M’not lying- keep ‘em coming, baby.”
“I wanna rip your tongue out.”
“I’d let you.” The look Katsuki gave him was one of blind fury and undeniable affection. “I’d let you do anything to me.”
Brushing his fingers over Katsuki’s cheek, he remembered how warm they were- how hot every inch of him stayed even in the dead of winter. Fire just beneath the surface waiting to be ignited. He’d be dangerous if he weren’t so afraid. If he weren’t so kind.
Thumb trailing the ends of his lashes, Katsuki’s eyes slipped shut. “You’ll never hurt me. You’d never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it.”
His face twitched and his mouth opened.
“No.” Eijirou stopped him quickly, cupping his cheek. “You’re different. You’ve grown. You’ve reconciled your past and you’re a better man because of it. Stop letting it haunt you. And stop letting people who don’t take the time to know you convince you you’re not a wonderful person.”
Katsuki’s hand had slowed as the words picked away at him. He took a steadying breath in through his nose and opened his eyes on the exhale. “I love you.” He said, calming as distant thunder. Another crack in the vase glued together ten times over but still desperate to hold its water.
He pulled his hand away and scrunched his brows like he was unsure what to do with either of them.
“Hey,” Eijirou began softly only to be stopped by a curt shake of Katsuki’s head.
“Don’t wanna stop.”
“Okay.” Eijirou let him fumble for a minute with his thoughts and lost, hovering hands as if they hadn’t touched each other a thousand times. “Hey,” It was firmer this time as Eijirou grabbed his wrists out of the air. “You’re fine.” He put Katsuki’s hands on his shoulders and sighed as fingers clung to him as soon as they found purchase. “Let me.” His own hands sliding over Katsuki’s arms, his sides, his hips, Eijirou pulled him forward and up. “When was the last time I couldn’t manage to take care of you?”
“Never.”
He really wasn’t expecting an answer, but it also didn’t surprise him considering he’d done a damn good job of dragging the man’s vulnerability out into the open.
“Let me rephrase- when was the last time you let me take care of you?”
“You do it all the fuckin’ time.” Katsuki’s eyes were lost to the space in between them once he heard the quiet squirt of a bottle. “It’s annoying as hell.”
“I’m sorry.” It wasn’t a real apology- just like what came from Katsuki hadn’t been a real complaint. “Can I do it just one more time?”
Katsuki frowned just for the sake of his own pride. “Do you see me stoppin’ you?”
“No,” Eijirou couldn’t decide which made him happier, the amount that Katsuki was glaring to keep from acting like he enjoyed this or the way it all melted into an involuntary shudder once Eijirou slid a slick finger between his cheeks.
One finger moving slowly shouldn’t have been enough to make him shake, but there he was, barely trembling high on his knees. When one became two, he looked back up and brought his glare out to rival Eijirou’s smile.
“Stop looking like you’ve won.” It was meant to be some sort of command, but it was awfully unconvincing, not helped at all by the fact that he was subtly pushing back onto Eijirou’s fingers.
“Haven’t I?” Katsuki looked about ready to bite his head off. “I got to marry you after all.”
The groan falling loud and unyielding was a wonderful mix of disgust and something pleasing that Katsuki would never admit to. “Such a fucking sap.” His head fell, forehead landing with a thud on Eijirou’s shoulder as the fingers left him. “Big idiot sappy motherfucker.”
Eijirou could only chuckle, rubbing the back of Katsuki’s thighs.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“M’not laughing at you.” He reached down to keep them going but Katsuki smacked his wrist away and took hold of his cock himself.
“You were.”
Chewing at his cheek, Eijirou tried to grin at least. “You’re cute.”
“Fuck you.” The speed at which he shot back and squeezed just hard enough to have Eijirou’s lungs punching the air out only made him smile harder.
“That right there was cute.” He could hear Katsuki’s molars grinding. Such a terrible habit. He regained enough of his sense to push Katsuki into place. “Just give in.” No matter how soft his tone was, Katsuki would hear that as a taunt. His lip curled, but his grip loosened as Eijirou moved him up higher. “You’ve fought enough for one night.” The anger left his features like a leak, steady but slow. Once he was empty, Eijirou smiled with all the adoration he could muster through a gaze. “You’re tired, baby. It’s time to calm down.”
Usually even the slightest hint of someone telling Katsuki to calm down would send him into a fit of rage, but now, festering wounds beneath his amour out on display and trying their best to heal through words alone, he conceded. He kept his fingers around Eijirou’s length just as long as it took to get them lined up. After that, he let his hands crawl up to rediscover the necessary grounding hold on broad shoulders.
It was always hushed and partially swallowed, but Eijirou cherished the tiny keen and gasp that tickled his ear with the first spread of Katsuki around his cock. To think he got to see him like that, and hear him, touch him- he was spoiled by drawn up brows and little moans and nails on his skin. He didn’t know why, but he felt an overwhelming need to shush him and rub a soothing hand over his bumpy spine as Katsuki lifted himself up and sank back down with practiced ease.
But Katsuki’s legs were shaking, muscles tired and overworked. The nails in Eijirou’s shoulders were bordering on painful, but he swallowed his wincing. It was easy to ignore the discomfort when blissful heat was spreading through him with every buck of hips.
Katsuki was doing his best- doing an amazing job- but it was distractingly clear how exhausted he was.
“Kat,” Eijirou tried to stop him with fumbling hands finding a small waist and pushing. “Lay down, I can-”
“No.” He wouldn’t let up, rocking into Eijirou’s pushing with a huff of defiance. It was hard to fight him when most of what Eijirou’s brain was telling to do was fuck right back up into the frenzy. “Shut up and let me.”
With a well-trained ear that understood the little intonations of what Katsuki said and what the meaning underneath it all was, Eijirou picked up that demand easily as I’m not weak, don’t allow me to fail- It was a ridiculous notion, but Katsuki wouldn’t listen even if he tried to voice that. Still, it wouldn’t stop Eijirou from keeping the hold on his waist and giving the most help he could without Katsuki barking at him again.
Eijirou let him go until Katsuki’s thighs quivered every time he went to roll himself back and up. His face was tight in determined focus, breathing short and clipped. It was enjoyable and hot and maybe some other time that was how it could continue, but it wasn’t what Katsuki needed.
He didn’t ask after that- he grabbed as tight as he could without hurting and took over. The switch went easy and without a fight once he didn’t give Katsuki an option of denying him. He couldn’t tell if the sigh he heard once he started bouncing him in on his cock was one of relief or not but it certainly wasn’t displeased.
The first pop next to Eijirou’s ear was small enough to go unnoticed until the odor of singed cotton reached his nose. Eijirou pulled away from Katsuki’s neck, stilled their movement, and cut his eyes over. A tiny wisp of smoke rose up, faint but familiar.
“There goes another shirt.”
Fisting the material, Katsuki swallowed and opened his eyes. There was a dewy shine to them that stopped Eijirou from saying anything else. It took a moment for his fingers to relax and pull away from the charred white of Eijirou’s tshirt. “Coulda taken it off. Should know better.”
“You haven’t done that in a while.”
Katsuki looked off to the side and sneered. “Yeah, well,”
“I didn’t say it’s bad.”
“I know.” Katsuki was snapping at him. They’d been over it before, but it clearly still embarrassed him.
All in a flurry, Eijirou tore his shirt off, took Katsuki’s hands and put them back on his shoulders, and rubbed over his ribs. “Do your worst.”
At least Katsuki was looking at him again, but it was still a scowl.
“I can take it.”
“I know.” He said again like it annoyed him.
That couldn’t hide the way he dug his fingers in, let off a sputtering spark just to test how fast Eijirou would react.
It’s a good thing he was practiced. He barely felt a thing beneath hardened skin.
“You can do better than that.” His goad was accompanied by a pointed push to Katsuki’s waist as he threw his hips up.
The next crackle to his shoulders wasn’t anything other than involuntary. Loud and bright, it could burn through flesh and bone without fault. And yet, all it left behind now was a tingling tickle that Eijirou shouldn’t enjoy as much as he did. Even when he resumed their previous pace, and there were firecracker shots against his neck, all he felt was a gut churning swelter that left him breathing heavily against the side of Katsuki’s head. If a moan trickled out every now and then, who could blame him? If an even louder one tumbled from his lips when fire threatened his throat and teeth pulled at his ear, who would judge him?
“Masochist.” Katsuki hissed once he released his lobe.
It sounded disgusted but Katsuki couldn’t hide his own whine when Eijirou pricked at his hips with sharpened fingertips.
“You’re no better.”
Katsuki actually laughed at that and it seemed to bring him back into himself a little. One sweaty palm unstuck from Eijirou’s shoulder to take him by the hair instead. Pulling them apart, he had a wild grin, hazy eyes, and a blush that had to be burning his face. Eijirou wasn’t sure what to prepare for, but a bruising kiss hadn’t been the top choice. But that’s what he got before Katsuki tugged him back again- just a bit- so he could whisper against his lips.
“Fuck, I love you.”
Eijirou didn’t have a chance to respond- no time to breathe, no time to think before he was the winner of kiss after kiss from a mouth that could eat him alive for all he cared.
Short, unsatisfying breaths between open mouths was all those kisses really became. Once Katsuki began helping bring himself up and down again, they were too caught up in the grind and slap of skin to worry about finessing a kiss. At that point, there wasn’t any saving it. Witty remarks and purposeful touches crumbled into nothing more than clinging together through an erratic rhythm until something gave.
And somewhere along the way of taking Katsuki’s cock in hand and clawing scratches into his pale skin, it all gave at once. Trailing behind a loud groan from one of them- maybe both of them- and a final smack of an ass hitting his thighs, the calm washed in.
Lips smeared against his chin, Eijirou kept Katsuki close even as he tried to push off.
“M’gross.” Katsuki managed to pull up, but didn’t go much further than that before slumping into Eijirou’s chest. “Need to shower again.”
“No you don’t.” Clutching the underside of Katsuki’s ass, he hoisted them up. “You’re going to sleep now.”
Any other night, and Katsuki probably would have threatened to chop his arms off for trying to carry him. This night, Katsuki swung legs around Eijirou’s sides and arms about his neck.
It was more of a challenge to carry him through the apartment than Eijirou was anticipating, and he thanked all the time he’d put into building his arm strength for making it possible. That didn’t mean there wasn’t a stressed itch down his forearms by the time he bent over and let Katsuki bounce onto the bed.
There was a frown staining Katsuki’s face until Eijirou climbed in beside him and pulled the covers over them.
“They’re making me take the rest of the week off.” With the blanket up to his chin, Katsuki turned on his side and shut his eyes. “To clear my head.”
“I will too.” Eijirou shifted to face him and lay an arm over sweaty skin.
“Don’t do that.”
“Too late.”
“Ei,”
With a soft shh to Katsuki’s forehead, he dragged him closer. “We both have too much vacation time that we refuse to take. Here’s the perfect time. The city isn’t going to fall apart without us for a few days, and I want to spend time with my husband.”
Katsuki mumbled something disgruntled into Eijirou’s chest which he easily ignored.
“We can go hiking, yeah?”
Another grumble.
Leaning away, Eijirou looked down at the pout half-way hidden by a pillow. “What was that?”
Red cutting up and holding him entirely in their wake was always as startling as the very first time Katsuki had looked at him like that. Eijirou was ready for a begrudging I love you or maybe even a thank you. What he got instead was the downward pull of a brow and a quiet, “We’re getting spicy curry on the way back.”
Smile in place, Eijirou rubbed his side and nodded. “Of course we are.” He scooted up so he could hook his chin over the top of Katsuki’s head and let the other burrow into his chest. “And hot chocolate.” A grunt met his collarbone. “It’s cold enough up there, I’m sure. Might even be snowing a bit.” Another sound came, closer to a grumble. “If you get curry, I get hot chocolate.”
Katsuki shifted just barely so he could mutter between them, “You like curry.”
“And you like hot chocolate.”
“Don’t.”
“Mhm,” Katsuki pinched at his side in retaliation but he only laughed. “And speaking of, I’m starting to think you don’t like coffee just because it’s not sweet enough.”
“Caffeine makes me fucking jittery and-”
“Maybe it’s all the sugar you eat that makes your quirk so strong-”
That made Katsuki pull back entirely and look at him with wild disbelief. “That’s not-” They both knew Eijirou was just fucking around, but Katsuki couldn’t stop himself from setting him straight. “That’s not even how it works.”
“How do you know? You always smell pretty sweet to me.”
“I know because I’ve spent my whole life studying my-” He huffed and shook his head against the pillow. “It’s science you stupid idiot.”
“Stupid idiot? Isn’t that a bit redundant?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“I’m not. I’m merely playing along.”
Katsuki stared at his grin with rage but his touches remained soft. “You’re paying for extra marshmallows.”
“I’m well aware of your undying love for marshmallows.”
“I’m gonna run up that fucking mountain and leave your ass to be devoured by a bear.”
With a kiss to Katsuki’s forehead and a hand to the back of his neck, Eijirou guided them to snuggle in for the night. “We’ll consider it a race, love.”