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“Oi, Halfie.”
”Hm?” Shouto glanced up from where he was laying on his boyfriend’s bed, reading a book. Katsuki was staring at him from across the room, and Shouto could feel the heat of his red eyes as they trailed across his face and down to his hands.
“Do my eyeliner,” Katsuki said.
Shouto blinked, closing his book. “Why?”
“Because I want you to.”
“But,” Shouto started with a frown, “you’re perfectly good at doing your own eyeliner. Why do you need my help?”
A sharp smile tugged at the corners of Katsuki’s mouth. “I never said I needed your help, dumbass. I just said, do my eyeliner.”
Shouto stayed silent, watching the blonde. No matter how many people told him that he was hard to read, Shouto always thought Katsuki was about as readable as a blank piece of paper. Especially whenever he got serious, his face completely smooth, spare the small frown that knitted his eyebrows a fraction of an inch together.
Katsuki’s face was like that now as he leaned back into his desk chair, legs spread wide, the pot of eyeliner sitting closed on the desk behind him so as not to dry out.
Katsuki was watching Shouto just as fervently, waiting patiently for a response. Patiently, for him. Bakugou Katsuki, a man who doesn’t wait around for insignificant things, had been so patient with Shouto through everything, more than anyone had ever been to him before, and Shouto felt an overwhelming warmth course through him simply thinking about their relationship.
He suddenly wanted to be close to Katsuki; so close that he could see the gleam of the sun reflecting off his eyes, could feel those calloused hands holding him tenderly, could hear the blonde’s heart beat beside his own.
He gulped, an idea festering in his mind and sticking to his thoughts like a burr. He was never particularly good with his words and, whilst he fared well in school and on the field, putting his emotions into understandable sentences was not a skill Shouto could say he had.
But still, that thought stood strongly at the front of his mind, loud as an explosion but pleasant in too many ways for Shouto to ignore.
“I, uh, have a request.”
Katsuki raised one eyebrow as a cocky grin slowly took over his demeanour. “Whatever you want, princess.”
Shouto never had a weakness to heat, but Katsuki words alone were enough to make him melt like ice cream on a summer’s day.
“Let me sit on your lap while I do your eyeliner,” he blurted.
Even though they had been dating for a while now, it still surprised Katsuki how intimately demanding Shouto was sometimes. He figured it was due to the lack of affection Shouto received as a kid, but that was a conversation for another time.
Right now, he had a pretty boy waiting to get in his lap and do his eyeliner.
A very pretty boy who was staring at him like there was nothing else in the world that mattered, and Katsuki felt his heart jump a little.
Fucking asshole, how dare he still have that effect on Katsuki after all these months they’ve been together?
Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks because hormones are fucking dumb, Katsuki abruptly stood up, almost knocking his chair backwards. “Fuck,” he cursed.
“Are you okay?”
Katsuki's eyes dropped and he glared at the half and half bastard still lying on his bed, glancing up at him as innocently as a deer, even though he was the reason behind Katsuki’s jumpy, flustered actions.
“Katsuki? Are you okay?” he repeated.
The audacity.
“Fuck off,” Katsuki snapped. He didn’t miss the gentle smile that graced Shouto’s face because, like Katsuki, Shouto knew that those words held no real bite and that Katsuki did not, in fact, want Shouto to fuck off.
He wanted the complete opposite.
Katsuki grabbed the eyeliner off his desk and sat on the bed as Shouto sat upright, placing his book on the nightstand.
Some of Katsuki’s ego was restored when he saw the apprehensive look Shouto was giving him. Whilst his boyfriend was the more impassioned one, it was really Katsuki who knew exactly how to guide these sorts of situations.
“Alright, halfie, c’mere,” he said, voice low.
He saw Shouto’s eyes widen with anticipation as he shuffled the tiniest goddamn bit closer, bumping their knees together.
Katsuki snorted. “You’re the one who wanted to sit on my lap, so why aren’t you?”
Shouto frowned and, in one swift movement, grabbed the eyeliner, placed a chilled hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, and slowly settled himself on the blonde’s lap.
Katsuki’s hands instantly flew to rest on Shouto’s thighs and he tilted his head up, red eyes locking with blue and grey ones.
“You once said you wanted to learn eyeliner right?” Katsuki asked, and his boyfriend nodded in response. “Great. Use me as your canvas,” he drawled, “and take as long as you like. The view’s pretty nice over here.”
“What view? You’re only looking at me.”
“Hah? I— Fucking— Nevermind idiot,” Katsuki spluttered, turning his head to the side. He sighed. “Know what you’re doing?”
Shouto shrugged. “I’ll figure it out.”
He was one of the rare few who had seen Katsuki without his mask right before a match, where his eyeliner was sharp and made the red of his eyes stand out, and also after, where the makeup had smudged, giving him a very appealing look.
He had also watched his boyfriend apply his eyeliner before, and he knew he needed a steady hand, which is something he had, else why on earth would Katsuki trust him doing this?
Katsuki’s face was still turned to the side, squishing his cheek against his shoulder in a rather adorable way, Shouto thought. “Katsuki, look at me,” he said, placing a gentle hand on the blonde’s cheek to guide his face. “I thought that’s what you wanted to do.”
Katsuki huffed, seeing the truth in his words, and faced Shouto head on.
Shouto smiled and landed a soft kiss to Katsuki’s nose before screwing the base off the eyeliner. “I like being this close,” he said aloud, “it means I can kiss you easily.”
“It means you’ll be kissing the floor if you don’t shut up,” Katsuki grumbled, flustered.
Shouto held back a laugh, instead opting to say, “Make me,” which was certainly the right decision because, in a matter of milliseconds, Katsuki was on top of him, leaning on his forearms and devouring Shouto in a kiss that had their teeth clashing and tongues running wild.
But the kiss was over far too quickly for Shouto’s liking as Katsuki pulled away and said, “So my eyeliner is just gonna do itself, huh?”
“Yeah, okay,” Shouto replied, not really sure what the question was. As he reached up to pull the blonde’s lips back to his own, Katsuki sat up upright and smirked, savouring his eagerness. A bit too quickly, Shouto was pulled up and Katsuki fell back, allowing them to settle into the position they were in before. Katsuki felt around for the eyeliner that was lost in their temporary passion and handed it back to Shouto.
Shouto pouted, and Katsuki rolled his eyes. “You’re a bastard,” he muttered as an explanation.
“But you love it,” Shouto stated and he laughed at the way Katsuki glared at him but didn’t deny it. “Okay, now hold still.”
Shouto rested his hand on Katsuki’s cheek, holding the eyeliner up to his eye. Katsuki shut that eye, looking at Shouto with his other. Shouto watched the blonde’s features soften as he relaxed his facial muscles, his hands running slowly and rhythmically up and down Shouto’s thighs. Shouto figured that he could stay like this with Katsuki for the rest of his life and he wouldn’t mind one bit.
He shifted his hand around a few times until he thought the angle was good, and drew a line.
The eyeliner ended up looking absolutely shit after it was done, but Katsuki enjoyed the process (i.e. holding Shouto in his lap and doing nothing other than stare at his pretty face) a whole fucking lot.