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Eijirou Kirishima smiles politely at the different people that turn to look at him as they make their way to their seats. One can always tell when someone is staring out of admiration or out of judgment. This crowd is out to judge. 

All his life, Eijirou has had to deal with people staring at him. If it wasn’t because he was in general taller than the average man then it was his red hair. His overall appearance really calls out for attention but he would rather not have any of it. In an attempt to limit the gazes of the other attendees, he lifts the show pamphlet up to his face. All he wants to do is enjoy this show and support his best friend in her first runway walk. 

Mina Ashido had recently been signed to a very prestigious modeling agency and tonight is her debut. She is going to rock the runway, Eijirou just knows it because Mina captivates a room like no other. When she had announced that she would be walking in a show, Eijirou didn’t hesitate to ask for the details. They had always supported one another as they chased after their dreams and this time it was his turn to show up for her. 

Eijirou leans forward in his seat, examining the dripping ink detailing on the side of the runway, when a woman sits down beside him. She is on her phone, aggressively demanding to have a price reduction on a shipment she has yet to receive. The woman seems completely unaware as to how loud she is being, however, that isn’t what keeps Eijirou’s gaze on her. 

She looks oddly familiar. 

He knows he has never seen this woman before in his life, but there is something about her that rings a bell in his head. It is when her garnet red eyes shift confidently over the crowd and her hand lifts to fluff her blonde hair that Eijirou is able to place why she is so recognizable to him. This woman bears a striking resemblance to Katsuki Bakugou; the emergency client that he had two weeks ago. 

Katsuki Bakugou has yet to find his way into Eijirou’s appointment blocking and instead has found residency in Eijirou’s head. The man lives there absolutely rent free, haunting nearly every aspect of Eijirou’s life without any mercy. Anytime his mind begins to wander, that blonde would appear to taunt or tease him deliciously. It is all fantasy, he knows it; but Eijirou couldn’t help but feel drawn to the man after their incredible session. 

Eijirou knows he shouldn’t expect the man to come running to him after one session together but still he hoped that he would’ve. Now, he finds himself hoping that he might be getting another opportunity to see the man. The woman beside him waves to someone over his shoulder and slowly Eijirou turns quietly praying that he will see Katsuki Bakugou bounding over to join her. Unfortunately, hopes and prayers have never been things that have been readily answered at any point in Eijirou’s life. 

Instead of Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou sees an older man wave back to the woman. The man looks tired, as if he hasn’t slept in a few days, and unlike the blonde woman, this man wears his age. Even still, if this woman is Bakugou’s mother then this man has to be his father. As much as Bakugou had physical traits and mannerisms that screamed of his mothers overall demeanor, Eijirou realized his true looks came from his father. 

If Bakugou had brown hair and brown eyes, the young man could have easily been this man’s doppelgänger. They both held their shoulders in the same manner and had a ‘copy paste appearance’ with broad shoulders, tapered waists, and long toned legs. Eijirou doesn’t mean to stare, but he ends up doing so as the woman's smile turns into a smirk as she lifts her head up for a kiss.  

Katsuki Bakugou smiles just like his mother does, Eijirou thinks fondly. How many times had the brat smiled up at him just for it to fall into a smirk? Too many times; enough times that Eijirou has it ingrained into his mind— 

Oh shit... Now she is glaring at me. 

Eijirou can’t help but laugh off the awkwardness of being caught staring however the woman just huffs and lifts her head proudly. He desperately tries to stifle his laugh but he fails miserably causing the woman to narrow her brows. Briefly, Eijirou wonders how Bakugou might react if he told him how much he took after his mother—

That probably would be the last thing he would ever say to another human being. 

Although to Eijirou that would be seen as a compliment, to someone like Katsuki Bakugou? Katsuki more than likely would lose his shit. Somehow, Eijirou just doesn’t think the man would like to be compared to anyone, much less his mother. 

To save face, Eijirou clears his throat then offers an introduction to the woman as the older man moves to sit to her right. “Eijirou Kirishima. I apologize for staring at you. But may I presume you two are the Bakugous?” He asks politely. 

The woman squints her eyes as she quickly sizes him up but doesn’t say anything to address his greeting. Yep, this woman is undeniably Katsuki Bakugou’s mother. Their mannerisms are so glaringly similar, as if they are cut from the same cloth. 

“I only ask because someone I know reminds me an awful lot of you.” 

“Who?” She demands with more bark than bite in her tone causing the man beside her to tense. 

“Suki...” he whispers, and she snaps her head around to focus back on him.  

That hard expression of hers softens as she leans into him and grabs him by the chin. She unabashedly steals another kiss from him causing the man’s cheeks to flame embarrassingly red before he nervously looks from her to Eijirou. “Love... This man says I remind him of someone he knows—” she says with a scoff and Eijirou immediately corrects her. 

“No. I said there is someone I know who reminds me of you.” Eijirou offers a smile to the older man before he bowed his head respectfully in his general direction. “He also bears a resemblance to you as well, Sir.” 

With that, the woman’s face immediately melts into something softer; her whole demeanor shifting in an instant. People have soft spots and Eijirou realizes that this man and Katsuki must be hers.

That hard outer shell of hers all but vanishes making her seem more approachable now as she turned towards him with great interest. 

“Are you possibly related to Katsuki Bakugou?” He asks cautiously and in an instant the woman grins pridefully as the man beside her positively beams. 

There is no mistaking their reactions. They are the proud parents of Katsuki Bakugou. The man who came to him, and came for him, his mind rudely reminds him, causing Eijirou to blush as he looks away from them. 

“That’s my brat!” 

The statement the woman says is something that echoes a similar thought that Eijirou has had in regards to the blonde in question. It is a little odd, weird even for him, to feel so connected to Katsuki but after their session Eijirou couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Eijirou isn’t one that readily believes “things happen for a reason” but if this happenstance moment could bring Katsuki so he was once again face to face with him… He would give fate a chance. 

“Eijirou Kirishima.” Mitsuki hums to herself before she nods and lifts a hand to her chest. “I’m Mitsuki Bakugou. This is my husband, and Katsuki’s father, Masaru.” She says, introducing herself and then the older man beside her. 

“Pleasure to meet you both.” Eijirou says with a smile then offers a small respectful bow to them again.

“Mm. Are you here to see my brat debut with his new sponsor?” She asks proudly, straightening her shoulders as she crosses her legs at the knee. 

Well fuck me raw… 

Why hadn’t he taken a moment to realize Katsuki was probably walking in the show himself? The man boldly confessed he was a model and this was a runway show after all. So, yeah, it was safe to say that the man was probably walking tonight as well. 

“I had no idea that he was walking tonight, but I will keep my eye out for him. I am actually here for my sister.” Eijirou explains truthfully. “She is walking for the first time. I wanted to be here to show her some support since our family is kind of spread out—”

He stops himself right as that voice in his head tells him that he is oversharing. Mitsuki Bakugou isn’t here to hear his life story. He doesn’t need to go into depth about his relationship with Mina. Nor does she need to know that they are soul siblings; people that aren’t siblings by birth, but find one another later in life.

“Mina Ashido.” He offers and Mitsuki nods. 

“80, 54, 82, 31C.” She says as if that makes perfect sense causing Masaru to slap a hand to his face with a heavy sigh.  

“I apologize. She knows who your sister is. She just… She remembers new people by their measurements so that she can keep them in mind when she is looking through a line. She means well by it.” Masaru explains kindly. 

Eijirou is amazed that this woman could remember something so specific about a person over their name. He barely could remember people’s first names and where he had met them. The idea of remembering their exact measurements just seems daunting but then again, she is in the fashion world. Knowing someone’s measurements is probably far more valuable to her than their name. 

“It’s business. If she fits. She fits. If she doesn’t, she doesn’t.” Mitsuki says sternly and glances up at him only to frown. “Maybe if you didn’t steal all the height, she would be taller and better proportioned for things outside of catalog. However, I have no doubt in my mind she will stomp her little way into editorial.” 

Before Eijirou can correct her about them being biological siblings the woman is back on her phone. Eijirou looks at Masaru and the man gives him a warm smile before he leans back into his chair. Two people that are polar opposite yet ideally they seem to be a perfect match, Eijirou thinks to himself.  

The man seems to be as cool as a cucumber and more than happy to allow his wife to be a brute force while he sits back. However, Eijirou has always been unreasonably good at reading people. 

He can tell Masaru is nervous and forcing himself to relax as the people around them comment about Mitsuki’s general loudness. 

Eijirou notes another noticeable feature that Katsuki has picked up presumably from his father. While his mother seemed capable of expressing herself well enough, his father didn’t hold the trait. 

For just a moment, Eijirou wonders if Bakugou’s inability to articulate his emotions openly stems from watching how Masaru and Mitsuki interact with one another. He could be reading into this too much but he is willing to bet that there is some truth behind his thought.

The lights slowly dim, everyone’s chatter comes to a light murmur before falling silent. Mitsuki ends her call right as a red light illuminates the runway. The trailing color shoots up to the entrance of the stage and explodes into a bright burst of color along the curtains. 

As the color fades, the silhouette of a model teases the audience from behind the curtains as a soft throb of music starts to faintly play. The music gradually gets louder as the stage lights up with soft hues of pinks and yellows. Then the first model walks on stage, and Eijirou feels like all the air in the room has suddenly been sucked out of existence. 

Katsuki is the first model. 

He is hardly wearing anything, literally. A nude thong makes him seem as if he is completely naked aside from the glittering three piece rhinestone body chain set he is wearing. The piece is a brilliant display as it twinkles underneath the runway lights. His blonde hair has soft pinks, purples, and blues hiding in the spikes and those red eyes seem to pop more with his matching eye make up. 

Katsuki had been adamantly opposed to wearing lingerie during their session, yet he looked so comfortable in this piece right now. Eijirou found it hard to believe the man on the runway was the same person he had been with. This person had an air of confidence that grabbed Eijirou by the throat and refused to let go. It was as if Katsuki was reaching out himself and physically demanding everyone to pay attention to him as he skillfully walked. 

“Absolutely fabulous darling. I told you you’d be.” Mitsuki says, praising Katsuki when he reaches the end of the catwalk to pose. The blonde flicks his eyes down to her but he scoffs, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he poses for the flashing cameras. Then he turns back around and walks back the way he came. 

The view is just as good from the back as it had been from the front. Katsuki’s firm ass bounces sinfully with each step he takes and Eijirou quietly groans to himself. He places his hand over his knee to grab it the way he wants to grab Katsuki’s ass. He really shouldn’t be leering at the man but… Isn’t that somewhat the point of a fashion show?

Several more models walk out before Eijirou spots Mina. She is easy to find as her vibrant pink hair frames her petite face, the color almost a bright beacon for attention amongst the other blondes and brunettes. The piece she is wearing is a vibrant strappy pink set that compliments her darker complexion. In comparison to the other outfits, hers is pretty covering but it hugs her curves and flaunts her beauty openly.  

Mina doesn’t allow the taller men and women to outshine her either. When two retreating models threaten to overshadow her, she purposefully spins between them and gains everyone’s focus. Her walk is bouncy, almost a teasing performance, as she tosses her hips out side to side and fluffs her hair playfully. 

When she struts to the end of the catwalk, she blows a kiss to the camera and immediately is met with flashing lights as the reporters eat up her antics. Eijirou grins like a fool, shaking his head as she looks down at him and serves out a sassy wink. He always knew Mina would make it in the fashion world once she landed a contract with an agency.

Now here she was, absolutely owning it and he couldn’t have been prouder to see her in her element— 

“She needs to keep that attitude.” Mitsuki says abruptly, taking Eijirou’s attention away from the runway. “I mean it.” She continues. “She will get booked strictly for her smile and bubbliness over others. People like happy models and she is happy. The embodiment of it.” 

Eijirou doesn’t have time to comment on her statement as the lights around them dim to a soft blue. He wants to thank her or tell her that she is right because he believes Mina can do anything she sets her mind to. However, as a white light scans the stage, and the energy of the show changes, Eijirou makes a mental note to do it later. 

Then he forgets the note all together as Katsuki reappears introducing the next segment of lingerie for the show. Eijirou can’t help but lick his lips as the blonde walks down the runway in a sky blue waist corset and cocklet. He had been right to think the man would look good in sky blue. Katsuki Bakugou looks goddamn fine in anything he seems to wear. 

The corset is loose but secure, tied around his waist in a way that is not functional but fashionable, and it settles under his pecs. The cocklett has a matching garter and pair of stockings that fit him much better than the black ones he had him wear for their session. However, it’s the mistress robe that drags behind him that really sells Eijirou on the look.

It spills over the sides of the catwalk and off Katsuki’s shoulder exposing a touch of skin. As he reaches the end of the runway, the cameras flash excitedly as the robe dramatically falls off his body. Eijirou wants to grab out for the robe, however Mitsuki catches it before him. That is when he realizes this little wardrobe malfunction is staged. 

What isn’t staged is the way Katsuki’s eyes widen ever so slightly as they cast down and meet his. Eijirou smiles at him but, ever the true professional that he is, Katsuki doesn’t smile back at him nor physically express his shock. Instead, the blonde quickly turns around to retreat and coyly tries to cover his bare ass as he walks away.

He had not done that the last time he had been on stage in something equally as revealing. Did that mean he had succeeded in making Katsuki feel flustered? Eijirou shouldn’t hope that is the case but he clings to the very idea as the show progresses. 

One by one, beautiful designs are continuously displayed on the runway. However, Eijirou is too busy wondering if he will be able to see the blondeafter the show to enjoy them. Perhaps he can get backstage to talk to Katsuki or something. Would that be physically possible? Should he really be wanting to reach out to him after two weeks of silence? 

Probably not, but Eijirou hasn’t ever allowed something like this to stop him before. No, he is usually only stopped by minor inconveniences and he is rudely reminded of that fact as his phone buzzes in his pocket. He is on call tonight for KTKD and never has he hated that as much as he does right now. 

As soon as the show is over and the models are preparing to leave the stage, Eijirou is forced to all but catch Mina as she comes racing out to meet him. “You came! You really came! What did you think?” She gushes, throwing her arms around Eijirou playfully. 

“You looked lovely. It was a wonderful show.” He chuckles and presses a kiss to her forehead. “Absolutely fabulous!” He teases mockingly. 

“Yes-yes-yes! Praise me!” Mina giggles as his phone vibrates again in his pocket. “Work?” She asks, wiggling her brows knowingly as she taps a finger to the vibrating device. 

“Sorry… I shouldn’t have agreed to be on call tonight.” Eijirou frowns as he quickly fishes his phone out of his pocket. 

“It’s okay! I’m just glad you came! Besides, I was hoping we could have dinner with Tet tomorrow. That way you can gush about how amazing I was tonight!” She smirks, her face lighting up as someone approaches them and offers her their business card. 

Eijirou immediately rolls his eyes as he reads the name of the client that has requested an appointment. Momo Yaoyorozu. 

He is allowed to not like certain clients. Especially ones that keep throwing themselves at him when he has explained politely that he is not interested. This client has an issue with following Eijirou’s boundaries. 

So much so, he has already talked to Hashimoto about this to start the process of removing her as a client. He has tried to be fair and let her down gently but none of that seems to have got his point across. He waves at Mina, who is eagerly receiving more business cards but stops to blow him a kiss. 

Quickly, Eijirou makes his way away from the runway and angrily pulls his phone up to his ear. It takes two dials before the receptionist picks up and Eijirou could already see Denki Kaminari’s nervous smile through the phone.

“Hi there, handsome! Did… Did you get the booking?” 

“Of course I did, and again, I am going to ask you why you keep scheduling her?” Eijirou sighs as he makes it out of the show tent and to the stairs that would take him down to where he had parked his car. “I asked for space from her and Hashimoto has agreed to my request to only see her once a month. Yet I have already seen her twice in the past three weeks. What is going on?” 

“She called saying she needed an emergency session.”

“It is always an emergency with her, Kaminari…” Eijirou groans, not noticing the person next to him that suddenly has joined him and is matching his stride as they follow him out. “Please cancel the appointment, or schedule her with someone else. I will not be coming to lead her session tonight.”

“She won’t see anyone else. She asked for you specifically and she is paying triple the amount for the session! What would you like me to do?” Denki whines.

“I do not care if she called saying she would give KTKD a whole company.” Eijirou snaps uncharacteristically as he clicks his key fob to unlock the car as he hits the bottom of the stairs. “I already told you what I would like you to do, Kaminari. If you need further guidance please call Hashimoto.” He says and rounds the hood of his car. 

That is when he sees the other person, but just barely. They quickly open the passenger door and then climb into the car without his permission. Eijirou freezes, trying to think who in the hell would be getting into his car so boldly. 

There are very few people that know where he is and what kind of car he drives. Mina is one of those people but she had been busy networking when he left her. So, who the hell just got into his car? 

“I have to go.” Eijirou tells Denki quickly and pockets his phone. He opens his door, ready to tell the person to get out, only to be pleasantly surprised. 

Sitting in his passenger seat, wearing a set of large sunglasses, is Katsuki Bakugou. The blonde lifts them up to rest at the top of his head and Eijirou smiles as their eyes meet. What an interesting sight, he thinks as he climbs into the driver’s seat. He doesn’t look away from the blonde, not even as the interior lights dim after he shuts his door. 

Katsuki seems to be as surprised as Eijirou feels. There are a series of questions written on the man’s face and Eijirou knows his face must echo the same ones. Why did he get in the car? Why is he here? 

Before Eijirou can say anything though, Katsuki suddenly faces forward and slips the glasses back over his eyes. “Hey. Pardon the intrusion but like… Can you get me the hell out of here? I don’t care where, just as long as it is far away from this fucking place.” 

Interesting, Eijirou thinks but he accepts Katsuki’s request by turning on the car before he shucks off his black suit jacket. He  places it on the back seat then turns to look at Katsuki. “I can do that… Or you can just tell me where you live and I can drop you off?” Eijirou offers as he unbuttons the cuffs of his long sleeve shirt and pushes the material up onto his forearms. 

“Yeah. No.” Katsuki scoffs dismissively. 

“What? You’ll get in my car spontaneously, but giving me an address so I can get you home safely is too much?” Eijirou teases gently. 

Again, the blond just scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest defiantly. Once a brat, always a brat, Eijirou tells himself before he leans over the middle console and reaches around Katsuki. Almost immediately the blond gasps and shrinks back into the seat, glaring up at Eijirou accusingly as he grabs the seatbelt. 

“Oh please… I’m not going to touch you Princess.” Eijirou scoffs and shakes his head dismissively . “I can’t complete your request if you aren’t buckled.” He explains and snaps the seat belt in place before moving to do the same to himself.  

“Could’ve done it myself.” Katsuki replies quietly, rolling his eyes as he crosses his legs at the knee and turns to look out the window.  

“Oh… I’m quite sure.” Eijirou chuckles. 

Carefully, Eijirou gets away from the event and the people making their way down to their cars. He makes his way down to the mountainside road that others are less likely to take as it is dark and a winding road. Eijirou personally likes those roads the best. In fact, it is the main reason he drove his sports car rather than his jeep up into the mountains. 

What was the point in having a sports car if one doesn’t enjoy its features? Eijirou loves how his car feels like it is a second skin to the road and floats along the asphalt. He hopes Katsuki will like it as well however this ride is starting off fairly quiet. 

The drive back to Tokyo is going to take a minimum of two hours. Eijirou is not one for silence but if Katsuki doesn’t want to talk, that is fine. He won’t force him, but he will ask the man if he minds him having a cigarette. 

“Do you have anything against smoking?” Eijirou asks and leans forward to tap the volume dial for the car stereo.

Immediately bass EDM and electronic beats play from his phone and Eijirou turns the volume down as he turns to look back at Katsuki. He nearly laughs when he sees the blonde’s facial expression. The man’s face is scrunched up in a look of disgust and Eijirou doesn’t know if it is from the music or his question. What he does know is that even like this, Katsuki is still unreasonably attractive. 

“What?” Eijirou smirks. 

“You smoke?” Katsuki huffs. “The smell is offensive, and clings to your clothes regardless if it is you smoking or if you are around someone else who is…” he informs him as he removes the sunglasses from his face and tosses them to the bag resting on the floor board. 

“Other than that, I guess I have no real problems with smoking.” The blond sasses and scoffs as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Alright. Vape it is.” Eijirou chuckles to himself. “It doesn’t smell horrible. Promise.” He reassures Katsuki then reaches for the glove department to pull out a small handheld smoking device. 

The sweet scent of coconut and pineapple immediately plumes in the car as soon as Eijirou lifts the device to his lips and inhales. He holds it in for a moment, rolling his window down just a bit before he exhales out the corner of his mouth. The vapor cloud lifts to the window and floats away, and Eijirou relaxes. He sinks back into his seat to enjoy the ride just as Katsuki clears his throat. 

“Work tonight?” He asks quietly from his seat.  

Eijirou glances over to him curiously before he nods. “On call.” 

“Why do you work there?” 

Eijirou chuckles as he takes another puff off of his vape and thinks about how he will answer the question when Katsuki scoffs again impatiently. “Look, you took the fucking back way.” He says almost accusingly and turns himself away to face the door. “You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to but this is going to be one long fucking drive if we don’t at least try to fucking be civil.” 

So quick to be defensive, Eijirou thinks as he sighs. 

He would say Katsuki is just truly being a brat, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. During their session, Katsuki had been trying to get a rise out of him by bratting but right now Eijirou can almost feel how uncomfortable the man is. If being alone with him was going to make him uncomfortable, why did he get in his car? That doesn’t make any sense…  

“I work there for the same reason that you are a member. I enjoy it.” Eijirou says, tucking the vape between his thighs to use both hands to steer down a steep curve. “If you do what you love, you never work a day in your life.” He jokes to ease Katsuki’s tension but all he succeeds in doing is making the man scoff again. 

“My parents love fashion, but they work hard everyday. That saying is so out of date.” The blond complains, then shuffles in his seat to turn back to face him. “What about your partner? Do they mind your work?” 

The question makes Eijirou blink rapidly but he can’t help but clap a hand over his heart as he smiles. “Why Bakugou, if I didn’t know any better… I would say you are trying to get to know me.” Eijirou teases gently, and before the blond can say anything to shut him down, he answers his question. 

“I don’t have a partner. However, if I did, I would hope we could have an open discussion about their fears as well as my needs and desires. That way we can—”

“Are you saying that you won’t give it up?” Katsuki demands, his eyes aggressively flicking up to him as if he can read his face for a better answer. “That they have to satisfy you and your kinks, and that’s all there is to it?” He adds bluntly, and Eijirou can’t stop himself from laughing. 

That is one way to look at it. That is how— 

Eijirou shakes his head and doesn’t allow himself to finish that thought. Nothing good will come from thinking about that. How Katsuki is explaining this isn't how Eijirou means for it to come across. So, he tries to reword himself so that the blond may understand him better.

They are both a part of the BDSM community so Katsuki should have some understanding about lifestyle vs play at the very least. 

“In a sense, I want to say yes but that’s too simple of an answer.” Eijirou starts and lifts his vape back to his lips for a quick inhale before he continues. “Clearly, if two people are in a relationship, then they must satisfy something no one else can for one another. Kink might be something some do on the side but for me it is very important and much needed in my relationships.” 

“What’s so fucking difficult about that?” Katsuki huffs and leans back into his seat. “Things would be a fuck ton easier if people just accepted that some people like certain fucking things.” He adds quietly as he rolls his window down and allows more of the fresh night air into the car. 

Eijirou looks over to Katsuki briefly, and swallows seeing the man relax into his seat. Those brows are no longer tense, and his mouth isn’t pursed. No, Katsuki’s features have softened drastically and now he looks almost angelic— “It’s going to rain.” 

The fuck it is, Eijirou thinks bitterly at the sudden declaration and snaps his focus back onto the road. There is no way it is going to rain, he had checked the weather forecast and there hadn’t been a single prediction of rain to come. “What? Are you a meteorologist or something?” Eijirou scoffs as his whole body slowly begins to tense up in his seat.

“You better hope it doesn’t. Otherwise this trip will be a lot longer as we wait for the storm to pass.” He warns Katsuki and grips the steering wheel tightly with his hands. 

“I can smell it.” Katsuki tells him as he stares out the window. “There is always this scent before it rains. It’s one of my favorites, so I always know when the rain is coming.” 

Eijirou doesn’t have the emotional capacity to process that Katsuki is openly sharing something he likes with him. That is a good thing. Sharing little things about one’s self with another is great for bonding. However, Eijirou is trying to stop himself from falling into a full blown panic. 

He had checked the weather multiple times before he came up for the show. Eijirou doesn’t like driving in the rain. It is too dangerous, and… Well, it is just dangerous. 

“We should be fine though. At least to get down the worst part of the mountain.” Katsuki says calmly, pulling Eijirou away from his thoughts as the blond nudges him with his elbow.  “Although, You didn’t answer my previous question. Are you avoiding it?” 

“I thought it was more of a statement.” Eijirou admits quietly. 

Why is it difficult? 

How many times has someone said that he is too much? Or that they think being in a relationship with him is too demanding?

Or how they find him overbearing? That he is a constant presence that never lets up, making breathing even a struggle when he is around? 

“Every relationship is different.” Eijirou settles with saying and swallows the thickness rapidly forming in his throat. “Each person needs something, and well…I-I guess my needs and wants have never been compatible with someone else’s.” 

“Tsk. Sounds like you might just have shitty taste in partners.” Katsuki states firmly before he sighs and sinks a little more into his seat. 

Then suddenly the blond is facing him, arms uncross, both feet firmly on the ground as he turns in his seat. “What I mean is…” he begins then stops.

He nervously draws a circle on the top of his sweats before he shrugs. “I only got three hours with you, and like… I don’t know everything, but you seem like a good play partner.” 

Play partner… 

Eijirou swallows again, nervously shifting in his seat. The statement isn’t a far off one to make but as Katsuki also pointed out, he doesn’t know everything. 

“‘Play partner’ is the keyword there.” Eijirou agrees and sighs heavily. “Some people are too overwhelmed by kink to be comfortable with it as a lifestyle. They would rather keep it to just the bedroom—” 

“Wait-wait-wait…” Katsuki says quickly, lifting his hands up to stop Eijirou. “Lifestyle? Is there more to this shit than just bedroom stuff? I thought this was just about sex?” He huffs then rolls his eyes as he slumps back into his seat.

Oddly, this conversation is far more enlightening than Eijirou ever thought it would be. Katsuki isn’t demanding or abrasive to be argumentative. This is simply just how he communicates and, although it is frustrating, Eijirou understands him a bit better now. That and the man is far more innocent than Eijirou gave him credit for. 

Does the man really not know that BDSM is as much a kink as it is a lifestyle? 

“BDSM isn’t always sexual so to answer your question, yes. There is more to this than just sex.” Eijirou nods as he relaxes back into his seat. “A relationship that is built from the foundation around a couple’s desire for complete dominance and submission can be incredibly intimate, emotional, and captivating. For me, I like to care for my partners. I want to take care of their every want and desire.

“Be it by picking out their clothes, helping them get dressed, putting their shoes on for them before we go somewhere, or making a schedule for them to follow… I want to openly show my appreciation for them, and remind them that, just as they serve me, I serve them as well. It all depends on the people—” 

“That sounds fucking obsessive.”

Ouch… Judgmental much.

Eijirou knows what it sounds like and to someone like Katsuki maybe that is what it seems. Obsessive. However, that isn’t the purpose of the relationship at all. That isn’t the power play that is found between two people committing to a life of permanent dominance and submission. 

“Is there anything wrong with being obsessed with your lover?” Eijirou asks defensively and glances over to Katsuki. “To crave their touch, or the way they kiss your lips? To look in their eyes and be able to see and know every thought and feeling without it needing to be said? 

“I know it might sound a little weird but aren’t all relationships weird?” He scoffs as he flexes his hands around the steering wheel. “I personally just think the level of trust given so someone else can take care of another is beautiful. A dominant has to trust their submissive to come to them with anything and a submissive has to trust their dominant will always have their best interests in mind. It can be a beautiful thing as much as a terrifying one.”

Suddenly it is quiet in the car again. 

Far too quiet and Eijirou wonders if he has said too much. It isn’t as though he is asking Katsuki to consider having that sort of relationship with him. He just wanted him to know that it is a possibility in general. They don’t know one another well enough for something like that to even be a thought on the table but Katsuki had asked.

Perhaps he should have just shared something small like Katsuki had? He could’ve told him that he doesn’t like the rain. Maybe if he explained that the rain has a bad—

“I’ve never had a relationship where I could think my partner had my best interest in mind.” Katsuki whispers, looking away from him while he shrugs his shoulders again. “It’s always been sexual.” 

For a man that is loud and demanding, hearing him speak so quietly like this is quite alarming. Eijirou had thought that when the blond had started to drop on him in their session. However, right now his words are shrieking at him like a siren and he wanted to ask Katsuki about his past relationships. It really isn’t his place to ask about something that personal.

He doesn’t exactly want to talk about his own past struggles, but he will if Katsuki will. Maybe they have more in common than either of them realize? 

“A lot of people struggle with that—” He begins when water starts to tap at the windshield. 

Just like that the panic is back and wrapping around Eijirou like a vice. The thoughts he had just had vanishes as he tries to calm himself down. It is just rain, he reminds himself but his mind and body are at war with one another in disagreement. He inhales sharply and quickly pulls over right as the rain that Katsuki said was coming starts to come down.

“Fuck…” he hisses, slapping his hand to the hazards and then rakes his hand through his hair causing his ponytail to loosen from its holder. “I guess you really are a meteorologist.” He jokes bitterly and rolls up the windows.  

“Do you not drive in the—”

“No.” Eijirou snaps, causing Katsuki to jump in his seat as the harshness in his voice fills the car with the single word. 

He sighs heavily and shakes his head as he brings the vape back to his lips and inhales. There is no reason for him to be angry with Katsuki. The man didn’t bring the rain to them nor did he deserve to be on the shit end of his temper just because he got into his car. This is just an unfortunate oversight. 

“Sorry… No. I don’t drive in the rain.” he says and tries to soften his tone as he speaks. 

“It’s fine.” Katsuki hums beside him and shifts in his seat. 

Eijirou lifts his phone up to check the forecast again and groans. “It says it’s gonna rain all night.” Angrily, he squeezes the device in his hand before tossing it into the middle console pocket.

“Fucking hell, I checked. It didn’t even mention the possibility of rain.” He grumbles to himself, dropping the vape to his lap before he aggressively rubs his palm to his face. The panic in his head is interrupted when he hears Katsuki snort and adjust himself in his seat. 

“Well… Guess that means I get you all to myself again.” Katsuki smirks, then lifts a brow suggestively. “Just had to walk around in some lingerie again and here we are.”

It’s a joke, a great joke.

It even brings Eijirou a sense of peace as if Katsuki is intentionally trying to comfort him. He doesn’t have to do that though; just having someone else in the car with him is comforting enough. Eijirou would rather not be alone in a rainstorm in all honesty. It’s not as though he has to tell Katsuki the story behind why he doesn’t like the rain or why he doesn’t drive in it.

It's not important and Katsuki probably wouldn’t understand even if he did tell him. That is Eijirou’s cross to bear on his own, not anyone else’s. However, he can at least make this situation a little better for the both of them. 

“Give me a second.” Eijirou says and turns the car off before he pops the trunk and gets out. 

He has been caught in the rain multiple times before and has learned it is better to be prepared just in case. When he returns to his seat, he offers Katsuki a blanket and a pillow and the blond looks up at him in surprise. “Oh? You are like… Really serious about this.” 

“Unfortunately.” Eijirou agrees and places a pillow and blanket for himself on the back seat. 

He takes a deep breath and tries to relax into his seat, spinning the vape in his hand as his growing anxiety attempts to consume him. The pitter patter of the rain becomes louder, tapping aggressively to the exterior of the car. It’s the only thing his mind seems to be able to focus on in the silence that overcomes the vehicle.

It is just rain and they aren’t driving, Eijirou reminds himself as he fumbles to keep the vape in his grasp as his hands start to shake. They are fine, he tells himself before repeating it like a mantra in his head as his chest tightens. He can feel sweat starting to form on his brow as the weight of his panic grows to hold him captive in his seat. 

This coping bullshit is not working—

“I really enjoyed our session.” Katsuki says, interrupting Eijirou’s thought process as he clears his throat. “You know? Even if I was fucking difficult at first.” 

Right. Their session… 

“You left a nice tip so I hope you enjoyed yourself.” Eijirou nods, remembering his own surprise when he had seen the tip at the end of the night. “However, did you tip that big because you weren’t going to seek me out again?”

As soon as he asks the question Eijirou wishes he can take it back. He isn’t in the right frame of mind to ask a question like that. That is his insecurities making themselves known because of their current situation.

The rain. The past. The—

“Not exactly. You have no idea how busy someone gets for something as simple as walking around in a few outfits.” Katsuki laughs and shakes his head. “I’ve basically been slammed preparing for this show ever since we had our session.” 

Eijirou chances a look over to Katsuki before he reclines his seat back and nods. “So… were you going to after your show was over then?” He asks curiously, feeling his throat tighten up again as he speaks. 

“Maybe. Do you often have openings?” Katsuki asks and that question catches his attention. “You know, for new clients?”

Eijirou looks back at the blond, and those soft red eyes that have been haunting his dreams are staring right back at him. That man that has been popping up in his mind left and right is sitting right next to him. He is speaking to him and serving as a distraction from the rage inside his mind. A beautiful distraction at that… Eijirou thinks as he clears his throat with a chuckle. 

“Maybe… Why? Are you thinking about making me a preferred Lead?” 

“Maybe.” Katsuki mocks with a small smirk playing at his lips. “I know I can have two, so…” he shrugs then turns in his seat so that he is lying on his side and facing him. “I think if I have two Leads then I can have spread out sessions. You know? Maybe it could take some stress off Lead D if he isn’t the only one having to deal with me.” He explains before that smirk comes back as he scoots closer to Eijirou. 

“Unless you want me all to yourself.” He whispers teasingly. “Then you might have to fight my Lead about that. He may complain about me, but I know he enjoys my company.” 

Eijirou knows he shouldn’t say anything to challenge that. He should just laugh and brush it off, but his head isn’t exactly in the best place to make rational decisions. Internally he already knows that he would love nothing more than to have Katsuki as a client all to himself. Perhaps that is why he ends up challenging Katsuki’s statement.

“What if I do? What would you say to that?” 

He watches as Katsuki chews on his bottom lip, those red eyes searching his face curiously. And once again, Eijirou is struck by just how handsome Katsuki is. He probably hasn’t ever met another person that is just effortlessly beautiful in the way that Katsuki is. If the man knew what was good for him, he should say he is just joking and change the subject. 

However, all Katsuki does is hum to himself and turn to look up at the sun roof to watch the falling rain. Immediately, the sound of the rain reawakens Eijirou’s panic and he closes his eyes tightly. Fuck… 

Why does this conversation have to be happening at a time when I feel so helpless to this situation—

“I would tell you I fucking hate anal plugs.” 

Eijirou snorts in surprise then busts out into a fit of laughter at the sudden declaration. Katsuki does too, his laugh low and raspy as he turns more into his seat almost shyly. It is such a random thing to bring up but perhaps that is why it eases Eijirou’s mind just enough to allow him to laugh. 

“So, ditch them.” Katsuki insists, shifting in his seat again.  

“Never.” Eijirou huffs and drapes his arm over his eyes. 

“Was worth a shot.” Katsuki grumbles to himself then exhales dramatically. 

Once more, the car falls quiet and the sound of the rain is almost deafening to Eijirou. With each pitter-patter of the droplets hitting his car, he can feel his chest tightening and his breathing slowly becomes quicker. He knows it will pass, but he isn’t very good at mentally distracting himself. 

That is why he always checks for rain, hoping to avoid it as much as possible if he is going to be out driving. However, maybe this area has unpredictable weather because he checked multiple times to ensure nothing like this would happen—

“Kirishima… I could drive if you’d like? It’s just a bit of rain. Would that help?” 

“Kirishima…it’s just rain! I can drive. It’s alright!” 

Eijirou springs forward in his seat with a gasp, startling Katsuki enough to make him jump in his seat again. It’s just a memory. It’s not reality but now Eijirou is trembling worse than he ever has. He desperately wills away the mental image trying to picture in his mind when he feels Katsuki shake his forearm. 

“Hey… You alright?”  

No. No, I’m not.

“No driving. We just need to wait.” Eijirou says adamantly, shaking his head vigorously. “No driving. None. Alright? Just—”

“Alright-alright. I hear you. No driving.” Katsuki agrees quickly, lifting his hands up in surrender before his warm palms suddenly come to cup his cheeks. Katsuki gently turns him to face him and Eijirou’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Hey, um… copy what I do...” he whispers quietly then closes his eyes. 

The blonde takes in a deep breath and holds it, then he exhales and opens his eyes to look up at him. “Breathe. Slowly, alright?”  

Again, he inhales and Eijirou frowns. 

Right… Breathing. He should be breathing but why is Katsuki telling him that? It isn’t like the man knows what is going on in his head right now. He doesn’t need to know and he doesn’t need to be doing this right now. However, as Katsuki takes another breath Eijirou finds himself copying him. 

They breathe out shakily but then take another deep inhale together and hold it for a couple beats. When they exhale, Eijirou pushes out as much of the air as he can like he is trying to empty his lungs before he holds his breath. Then he feels Katsuki’s thumbs softly stroke over his cheeks and Eijirou inhales another breath quickly. 

Katsuki shushes him gently as he takes in another breath and exhales, all the while still stroking at his cheeks. “Relax… You’re okay.” He whispers and Eijirou nods before exhaling, listening to the soft rumble of Katsuki’s voice instead of the one in his head. 

“In… hold… out…. Hold. There you go…” Katsuki says softly, then knocks his forehead against his. “You’re alright. Got it?” 

Eijirou opens his eyes and finds Katsuki still has his closed as he breathes slowly. Those long pretty lashes create shadows on his cheeks, and up close like this Katsuki’s skin almost seems poreless. Eijirou wants to ask how he manages that, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t trust his voice right now, so he just keeps breathing and focuses on the soothing strokes of the man’s thumbs to his cheeks.

“That’s it… Breathe Kirishima. Don’t fall back into your head…” The blonde says as if he knows what Eijirou is doing right now. It feels oddly exposing but at the same time incredibly validating. When Katsuki lifts his head away, Eijirou opens his eyes again and finds those soft red eyes staring back at him. 

Unblinking as they peer up at him curiously before shifting across his face as if they can read his unspoken thoughts. Never wavering as those thumbs still on his cheeks and Katsuki parts his lips soundlessly. “Kirishima?” 

There is a crack in Katsuki’s voice but he smiles and it warms the center of Eijirou’s chest. He watches as Katsuki’s eyes drift away, glancing down quickly before coming back to meet his gaze again. The subtle communication makes Eijirou's chest tighten for a different reason, but he parts his mouth as well and hears Katsuki suck in a quick breath. 

“Bakugou?” 

“I think I prefer you calling me Katsuki.”  

Those eyes, those hypnotic and mesmerizing garnet red eyes, are looking back up at him saying something they shouldn’t. Eijirou swallows, feeling a hand drop from his face to cup the side of his neck. 

He knows there is no way Katsuki can’t feel how fast his heart is hammering. The pace only picks up as the man strums his thumb down the pulsing artery before climbing back up invitingly. It feels good, comforting. At the same time it feels like a tease meant to entice him. 

Eijirou swallows back his nervousness as he leans in. “Katsuki...” He whispers. 

Katsuki hums in approval, leaning in as well so the tips of their noses skim over one anothers. “Eijirou...” 

Eijirou hadn’t anticipated for Katsuki to say his name but now that he has he wants to hear it again. It sounds sweet, unreasonably tender and Eijirou doesn’t think he has ever heard his name sound so good coming from another person. That alone encourages Eijirou to push back the doubt forming in his mind. 

He tilts his head and leans in a little more until his lips gently brush over Katsuki’s. He hopes he is being just as soft as the man had been saying his name and swallows nervously. It’s not a full kiss but an offer, a move that holds a question or really one that is seeking permission. 

Katsuki’s hand tightens at his neck before his fingers curl around his nape and his nails softly scratch along his undercut. “Mmm… Eijirou.” 

Eijirou knows his name doesn’t mean yes in any form of the word but the way Katsuki says it feels like a voice of acceptance. He presses his lips back to Katsuki’s and earns a soft moan from the blond as he parts his lips and kisses him back in return. Acceptance… This feeling is mutual, Eijirou tells himself as he lifts his hand and cups Katsuki’s cheek to angle his head back. 

They move in their seats and in this position Eijirou is able to wrap his other arm around the man’s trim waist to pull him closer.  Another kiss heats their lips as Katsuki melts into him and drops a hand to grasp Eijirou’s shirt in his fist before he lets it go to daringly feel up his chest. Eijirou listens to the soft, needy sighs that spill from Katsuki’s lips before he grows restless. 

Damn this console…

Eijirou drops his hand down Katsuki’s side and almost immediately the blonde is moving to kneel in his seat. He sculpts his hand over the model’s ass and feverishly gropes the round supple flesh. The action draws out a groan from Katsuki that he quickly swallows up with another kiss. When Katsuki nips at his bottom lip, Eijirou moans and urges Katsuki to come to him. 

“Come here.” Eijirou whispers urgently. 

He doesn’t even recognize his own voice. It’s deeper, dripping with need instead of being calm and collected. However, Katsuki eagerly follows his order, climbing over the console to sit comfortably in his lap. 

Katsuki cups his cheeks, moving to press himself closer to him in the reclined seat, and tucks his knees to either side of Eijirou’s thighs. Their lips never part, even with the movement. Instead they continue to hungrily press demanding kisses to one another. 

Eijirou moans again, feeling Katsuki’s fingers move to pull at his shirt. He tugs it up from the waistline of his pants as they inhale each other's moans and Katsuki hurriedly begins to work the buttons of Eijirou’s shirt undone. When Katsuki pushes back the button up, he groans in disappointment as his hands glide over Eijirou’s undershirt. 

“Fucking hell… Are you a fucking present or somthing? What’s with the goddamn layers man?” He demands angrily, causing Eijirou to laugh against his lips. “Off. Take it the fuck off.” He hisses and pulls at the undershirt in annoyance. 

“So impatient…” Eijirou chuckles, shaking his head as he moves his hands up Katsuki’s back to gather his shirt as well as his sweater. Katsuki lifts his arms proudly and allows Eijirou to pull both articles of clothing up and over his head. 

Once Katsuki’s face came back into view, Eijirou leant forward for another kiss only for Katsuki to growl through his teeth and pull at his shirt again.  Eijirou lifts his arms with another chuckle and pulls back just enough so Katsuki can remove the shirt to his liking. The blonde happily pecks his lips with a hum then rips the shirt off of him without another word. 

With the garments tossed carelessly to the back seat, Katsuki groans as he leans back to admire Eijirou. He runs his hands up his bare chest before raking his nails down teasingly causing Eijirou to sigh heavily. “Fuck… I knew you’d look better without that goddamn shirt on.” He scoffs, rocking his hips sensually as he sighs heavily.

“Mmm, you’re not so bad yourself Pretty Boy.” Eijirou whispers almost breathlessly and lifts a hand to cup Katsuki’s pec. 

Katsuki’s thighs squeeze around his as he presses his chest into Eijirou’s palm and places his hand over his. “More… Gimme more.” He pants quietly and Eijirou quickly anchors his other hand around the back of the blonde’s neck to pull him back down to him.

Willingly, Katsuki comes to him, arching his back as Eijirou begins to kiss up the sensitive center of his neck. “Fuck yes…” Katsuki groans as he tosses his head back and buries his fingers into Eijirou’s hair at the base of his nape. 

“Such a good boy… So needy.” Eijirou whispers as he kisses up Katsuki’s neck before he pauses to suck at the juncture at his shoulder causing yet another beautiful whine to leave Katsuki’s lips. 

“Bite… Fuck… Bite me.” Katsuki begs, tilting his head to the side and pulls Eijirou in almost desperately. 

Eijirou usually isn’t one to bite someone that isn’t exclusively his partner but he throws all caution to the wind. He does exactly what Katsuki asks. Firstly, he drags his tongue over the soft flesh then nips, knowingly leaving a nice purpling bruise in his wake. The blonde wiggles in his lap excitedly, breathing heavier as he cries out for more. 

“Yes… Fuck. More-more Eijirou.”  

The needy plea makes the hair on the back of Eijirou’s neck stand on edge. He greedily gathers more of Katsuki’s skin into his mouth then pulls with his teeth. “Oh fuck-fuck-fuck!” Katsuki gasps, suddenly scrunching up his shoulders. “Stop, I’m gonna fucking cum if you do that again.” 

“Are you that close already?” Eijirou teases, a low growl of approval heavy under his breath as he snakes his fingers into Katsuki’s hair. He pulls at the soft blonde spikes, causing Katsuki to dip back and he drags his tongue up the mark before sucking on it again.

“Oooh goddamn.” Katsuki groans as he bucks his hips forward. 

More delicious moans fill Eijirou’s car as Katsuki rocks his hips earnestly against his and begs for more. Eijirou likes feeling Katsuki turn into putty for him like this. To have him molding into him from his touches, kisses, and bites… Fuck, he likes this a lot. 

It makes him hungry to hear more of those sweet sounds and he trails a line of kisses down to Katsuki’s shoulder. His hands move to cup around the model’s shoulder blades as he dips his head and begins to kiss at Katsuki’s chest. He flicks his tongue over one of the budding nipples causing the blonde to tremble before he closes his lips around it and sucks. 

The noise that leaves Katsuki’s mouth at that moment sounds like nothing more than pure unadulterated sin. Eijirou clasps his teeth over the bud and immediately feels Katsuki squeeze his thighs in around his lap. 

“Yes-yes-yes! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Katsuki gasps, his chest vibrating pleasantly against Eijirou’s mouth. 

Then in a sudden move Katsuki moves his hand up and pulls Eijirou’s red hair to lift him away from his chest. Eijirou thinks the man is going to kiss him again when he leans down, but he doesn’t. Not in the way he is anticipating him to. 

No, Katsuki pulls his head to the side and gives his own bites to Eijirou’s throat. It’s sensational.

 Little rippling waves of pleasure coursing through him as Katsuki sucks bruising marks to his tanned skin. Eijirou moans, and the blonde hums approvingly as he grinds down into him before lifting his mouth to nip at Eijirou’s lobe. 

“Touch me… come on touch me more.” Katsuki taunts excitedly then shocks Eijirou by licking up the side of his face. 

Daringly, Eijirou moves his hands to greedily squeeze Katsuki’s ass causing the man to growl into his cheek. “Come on.” The blonde insists hotly against his skin. “More. I’m not fragile and you know it Eijirou.” He reminds him impatiently.

Eijirou shivers hearing Katsuki call him by name. Sure, he likes a series of other titles but hearing his name like this? Who knew Katsuki could make it sound even better than before? 

He dips his hands under the waistband of Katsuki’s sweats and aggressively kneads the soft tone flesh directly. That makes the blonde throw his hips back into his hands with a moan. “That’s it… Use those hands like God intended you to.” Katsuki laughs excitedly before lifting his head to kiss him. 

However, this time, Katsuki clasps a hand around his chin and eagerly flicks his tongue to his lips. Immediately, Eijirou opens his mouth to him and groans as their tongues circle around one anothers aggressively. It’s sloppy, way more so than it needs to be for a make out, but who is Eijirou kidding. He wants to fuck this man. 

Right here. Right now. In his goddamn car. 

There’s a very small voice in Eijirou’s head telling him they shouldn’t be doing this, but he still spreads those soft cheeks apart and then lifts Katsuki closer to him. If Katsuki wants to stop, he will let it be known. However with the way he is grinding down on him, Eijirou knows that is a green light for this to continue. 

A soft whine leaves Katsuki’s pretty mouth as Eijirou captures his bottom lip with his teeth. He is enjoying how the blondenow squirms in his lap needily. He can feel himself getting harder and his breathing is quicker as he rolls his hips up to meet Katsuki’s movements. Then all too suddenly, Katsuki shifts in his lap and pushes him back down into the seat with a loud gasp. 

Right, too much. That’s enough… Yeah—

Eijirou’s thought is cut short as Katsuki resumes working his hips against him. The blonde presses his hand to his sternum, effectively keeping him down as a car drives past them on the wet road. The passing lights illuminate Katsuki, lighting up the playful smirk on his face. 

It is as if he is saying he has Eijirou right where he wants him and Eijirou groans, relaxing back into the seat willingly. There isn’t anything rational about wanting to fuck the absolute shit out of this man. There was nothing that could be gained by bending him over, or pulling him close to bury himself deep inside him. However, if it means he can hear those pretty moans again then isn’t that reason enough?  

“You better not wanna fucking stop now.” The blond warns, his voice low and full of lust that makes Eijirou’s brows furrow at the challenge. 

He didn’t plan on stopping— 

“I mean it. Once my pants are off, that’s it. There’s no turning back Big Red.” He says firmly and Eijirou blinks confusedly. 

“Huh?” He asks when Katsuki leans back, lifting his hips to skillfully move his legs towards the center of the car. 

Just like that, Eijirou’s mind blanks as he watches in amazement as the man works his pants and boxer briefs down over his hips. It is almost too much to witness, but Katsuki keeps his attention all the way up to the moment he kicks his bottoms away. The blonde smirks down at him as he moves to settle back into the position he had been in before. 

“I want to fuck you Eijirou. So you better not pull back with some lame bullshit right now.” The blonde admits and fingers the belt at Eijirou’s waist. 

Oh sweet Jesus. That was so fucking hot.

Too hot.

Way, way too fucking hot. Who the fuck is this man?  

Eijirou’s mind is screaming and his jaw is dropped. In all his years playing, he cannot recall a single time anyone has ever had the confidence to do what Katsuki just did without so much as batting an eye. Before he can decide if he wants to thank the man or ask him where he got his confidence from, the blonde reaches up and tugs the ponytail holder out of his hair.

“Don’t look so shocked. You act like you’ve never had someone want to fuck you, and that’s just ridiculous to even think.” Katsuki huffs and rolls his eyes dramatically. 

I haven’t. Not to the degree you clearly want to—

Nimble fingers lace up into his hair and Eijirou groans as Katsuki yanks his head back by the length. The pain and pleasure that collide together as Katsuki leans forward to kiss up his jawline and to his ear, could only be described as one thing: immaculate. Eijirou shivers as Katsuki’s warm breath tickles his ear and his teeth pull at his lobe. He moans as a soft hand moves down his chest and greedily grabs at his pec. 

God, how many times had he thought about this man in the past two weeks? Wished something like this would happen so he could have him again? Even if deep inside Eijirou knows better, that isn’t enough to make him seek reason. He doesn’t want to stop. 

He wants to flip their position, have Katsuki below him so he can return everything the blonde has given him. This is such a nice change of pace and Eijirou desperately wants more— 

“Be a good boy for me Eijirou and let me fuck you… Or I will just fucking take what I want.” Katsuki whispers into his ear seductively before he trails his tongue up the shell and nips at the soft flesh. 

Eijirou’s eyes flutter at the wet and warm sensation, however Katsuki’s words startle him. The demanding tone Katsuki had before had been needy and playful but now that is gone. It is replaced with a tone that heats Eijirou’s skin as Katsuki’s words sound more like a looming threat. That is when Eijirou realizes what Katsuki is doing and he grits his teeth.

Katsuki is topping from the bottom. Again. 

Eijirou isn’t one to let bottoms top, that isn’t his thing. He had liked how greedy Katsuki had been with his begging; he didn’t even mind the man being pushy. In a way it just fed into his want to give the man everything he asked for but now he didn’t want to do that at all. 

There is a very fine line between begging for something and giving orders. If Katsuki wants him to be submissive to him, well that’s just not ever going to happen. Eijirou doesn’t take orders. He gives them. 

Eijirou flicks his wrist, slapping his hand to Katsuki’s bare ass. The harsh slap causes the blonde to stiffen but Eijirou earns a low encouraging whine from the man. With his other hand, Eijirou pulls at Katsuki’s hair, tipping his head back aggressively. “What have I told you about topping from the bottom Katsuki?” 

With another flick of his wrist, Eijirou moves to deliver another slap to the blonde’s ass. However, Katsuki presses into his hand before the full slap could be delivered. “We aren’t at the club.” Katsuki scoffs dismissively. 

Oh fuck…  

Just like that Eijirou is back in his head and his mouth fills with a bitter rich taste similar to iron. Five simple words, yet they echo an all too familiar statement from his past. Those words go straight to his head but not in a good way. 

They aren’t at the club, Eijirou scolds himself. They weren't playing. Fuck-fuck-fuck, he hit Katsuki without the man asking for it. Quickly, Eijirou moves his hand away from Katsuki’s ass and curls his fingers to his knee almost in a death-like grip. 

“Yeah… Sorry-Sorry, my bad.” He whispers on instinct and swallows thickly. 

Clamping his eyes shut, Eijirou takes a deep breath as he shakes his head. However, he can still hear a voice repeating Katsuki’s words like a broken record. He fucking did it again. Again? Why did he do that? 

Shit-shit-shit. 

“Sorry… Sorry.” Eijirou repeats almost breathlessly as that inner panic starts to boil up into his chest. “I’m sorry. I—”

Katsuki grips his chin fiercely and presses another searing kiss to his lips to silence him. Eijirou gasps in surprise but welcomes the affection. It lifts the needle off the track that is skipping and the music they had been making together resumes. 

Soft lips smacking, wet slick licking, and passionate hungry moans return in an instant but Eijirou keeps his hands to himself. He lets Katsuki tip his head back with the kiss and sighs as the man rocks against him. When Katsuki reaches back for Eijirou’s hand, he stiffens, but the blonde brings his hand back up to his ass. 

“If you don’t like something, do something about it.” The blonde taunts playfully, and the words stroke at Eijirou’s core. “Or you could allow me to please you in the way I fucking know best. Can you do that? Tell me, can you let go so that I’m the one in control?” 

A delicious shiver runs down Eijirou’s body as he takes the words in, but at the same time he already knows the answer. He can’t. He doesn’t like being topped; not by anyone. 

“When I ask a question, I expect an answer Eijirou.” Katsuki taunts playfully, throwing his own words back at him before he pulls back to look down at him. 

Again, Katsuki’s fingers return to his waist and work to undo the belt then the fly of his pants. Eijirou swallows again, lifting his hips earnestly to Katsuki’s touch but he shakes his head. “No… No I can’t.” He admits quietly. 

Eijirou figures that Katsuki will stop now despite his earlier words. He isn’t able to do what Katsuki wants and that positively wrecks him on the inside. If he could, he would let go in a heartbeat and let Katsuki do as he pleases. However, he just can’t let go like that.

To his surprise, the man only hums disappointedly as he fishes his cock out of his pants. The pad of Katsuki’s thumb presses to the slit causing pre to seep out eagerly in response. Then Katsuki tucks his arms into his chest and wraps his other hand around his shaft to slowly stroke his cock.  

“How am I to please you in the best way if you don’t let me?” Katsuki asks and tilts his head to the side sweetly. 

The question makes Eijirou’s mind spark with further confusion. What the hell does that mean? He already told him—

“Won’t you relax Sir… Let me take care of this hard cock. Please Sir?” 

Oh… Oh fuck. 

That makes Eijirou’s cock twitch excitedly in Katsuki’s hands. 

“Won’t you allow me to make you cum… Let me serve you Sir.” That pretty mouth whispers pleadingly and then begins peppering Eijirou’s throat with soft kisses. 

Eijirou feels Katsuki’s hand leave his cock for a moment but when it returns Katsuki’s cock lines his. He groans, tipping his head back as the blonde slowly strokes their cocks together between his hands. The stimulation and feeling of Katsuki’s cock pressing into his causes Eijirou to lift his hips and rock up in anticipation. 

“I promise, I can serve you well, Sir. I can make you feel so fucking good if you let me, Sir…” Katsuki coos seductively, moving his hips with Eijirou to slide his cock against his length. 

Fucking hell and holy fire… Eijirou thinks as Katsuki’s words fill his head. 

Now that sounds a lot more like begging over listing demands or outright degradation. This doesn’t feel like topping anymore to him and he relaxes. He isn’t being asked to submit but to give in and allow Katsuki to serve him. Katsuki isn’t taking away any sort of control from him, but giving it to him in an aim to please him. 

Eijirou’s core is on fire, his cock dribbling pre to coat Katsuki’s hands so a nice slick sound echoes his movements along the heads of their cocks. He burns with an itch to just fuck himself up into Katsuki but he is enjoying this slow hand job way too much. “Fuck…” He groans lowly, leaning back into his seat. 

His hand relaxes, dropping to Katsuki’s calf to soothingly give it a squeeze. “Mmm…” Katsuki cooes before he leans into him again. “Let me prepare my ass to take your cock Sir.” He whispers against his lips then takes a hand away from their cocks to tuck it behind him. 

Eijirou wants to watch that, but it’s not like they are in a position that would make that an easy feat. He shifts his eyes to the rear view mirror, then lifts his hand to adjust it. With a needy groan, he leans back into his seat as he watches Katsuki dip his fingers between his cheeks to finger his hole.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good…” Katsuki whispers promisingly then presses more kisses to Eijirou’s lips. “Please, Sir… Stroke your cock for me, show me how good I’m doing… ” he begs sweetly. 

Sinful. Katsuki is pure fucking sin on two legs. No one should be allowed to be this sexy. 

Eijirou moves his hand to his cock to stroke himself just like Katsuki asked. He listens to the blonde pant above him, soft little moans littered in the symphony as he stretches himself for him. God, he wishes there was more light in the car, he wants to see more. He wants to do more— 

Suddenly, reality sets in for him.

As sexy as this is, nothing is more a mood killer than dry fuck. This is not going to be nearly as enjoyable for either of them if Katsuki’s ass is dry. He reaches down, fumbling in the pocket of the door to search for something to aid them, anything. He has to have something. 

When his fingers touch a glass bottle, he pulls it up and rolls his eyes. Right, had he remembered he had this with him it could have helped to ease his earlier panic. CBD oil has a lot of positive health benefits, but as a lube? Well, it was a great substitute and helped relax the sphincter for an even better anal experience. 

He twists the top off the small glass bottle, carelessly discarding the suction dropper to pour some of the oil down the curve of Katsuki’s ass. The model gasps in surprise but Eijirou watches the man lube his fingers with it before he greedily stuff his fingers back into his hole. He wonders if Katsuki will ask him what it is, but before that can happen the blonde moans beautifully. 

“Oh god… Oh-oh… Fuck yes.” Katsuki sighs, rocking his hips back to his fingers. 

More breathless words echo throughout the car, each one more beautiful than the last, and it’s absolute music to Eijirou’s ears. He pours a little bit more for Katsuki to work with then tips the bottle into his hand. With that taken care of, Eijirou clumsily tucks the bottle back into the door then wraps his hand around his cock to spread the oil to lubricate his own sex.  

Another car passes in the rain, this time illuminating Katsuki’s face as his eyes close and his lashes flutter beautiful. He bites his bottom lip sensually, his cheeks a rosy shade of red and Eijirou groans as the blonde tips his head back and thrusts his ass back onto his fingers eagerly. It’s a fleeting glance, but it is a glorious glimpse that quickly gets tucked away in Eijirou’s mind. 

His cock throbs wildly at the beautiful display before him and Eijirou wraps his hand tighter around his cock, pumping up the length to squeeze the tip in his palm. “Let me feel you. Make me feel good Pretty Boy.” he begs quietly, swallowing back his earlier nerves as Katsuki looks down at him and nods his head fervently. 

“Yes Sir. Of course. Thank you Sir.” Katsuki says eagerly and scoots up his thighs. “Gonna make you feel so good.” He promises. 

Eijirou feels Katsuki scoot up onto his abs, angling himself just right to take his cock. It takes everything in Eijirou to not just thrust up and fuck into the man, but he waits and allows Katsuki to take his cock. He closes his eyes then gasps as Katsuki wraps his other hand around his thick neck just under his jaw. 

It’s not tight, nor is it menacing in any way, and— fuck! It feels good, yet also wrong. Even more so when Katsuki tightens his grip and, with his slender legs shaking, he slowly works himself down Eijirou’s cock. 

The tight squeeze of Katsuki’s hole feels absolutely blissful, causing Eijirou to moan loudly in time with Katsuki’s soft hiccuping breaths. Katsuki circles his hips, allowing himself to stretch around the girth of his cock, and Eijirou is in heaven. The tightness, the warmth, the sounds… It all fogs Eijirou’s mind with want and need. 

He wants to grip that tiny waist and viciously fuck up into Katsuki’s hole so the man is unbearably full with his cock. However, when Katsuki’s fingers dig into the side of his neck, he frowns and waits for the man to ease up his hold. Except he doesn’t. 

Katsuki swivels his hips some more, groaning in pleasure as his ass cheeks come to meet Eijirou’s thighs. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you… And you are fucking going to let me.” He whispers determinedly.

It sounds as if he is convincing himself of the fact and Eijirou wonders if he is meant to hear that. Until Katsuki continues. 

“Ride this fucking dick so damn good, it fucking breaks you…” 

Yeah, alright. He was meant to hear that and he didn’t like the shift in tone. 

However, as Katsuki begins to move faster, Eijirou’s eyes roll back and he is distracted by the pleasure. He decides to disregard the statement and enjoy how his cock is being squeezed and pulled with each slow bounce of Katsuki’s hips. He wants to lean forward and kiss Katsuki but he can’t.

Katsuki is pushing him back, pinning him to the seat as he rides his cock for his own pleasure. Eijirou tells himself to breathe and he takes in a much needed deep breath as he allows Katsuki to continue to fuck himself onto his cock. However, as distracted and entranced as he is by Katsuki, he is also feeling that prick of uncomfortability. 

Again, he tries to lean forward but Katsuki shoves him back with a scoff and shakes his head. “Stay put and let me ride this cock.” He growls out before he tosses his head back. 

Back to topping, Eijirou thinks as his blood begins to heat and boil under his skin. Didn’t they just talk about this? Katsuki is playing a dangerous game that he isn’t even aware of, and Eijirou has to remind himself of that—

“Going to fuck you dry, and make you beg.” Katsuki shivers against him and tightens his grip causing his nails to scratch at the sides of Eijirou’s throat. “Beg me to make you feel good…” He bites out while he moves faster. “Beg me to make you cum Eijirou…”

The demands move from submission back into a dominating tone and Eijirou clamps his mouth shut tightly. Fuck that. Fuck that in it’s entirety. 

Eijirou wraps his hand around Katsuki’s cock as tightly as the blonde’s hand is to his neck and the man whimpers, his hips stilling immediately. The blonde’s hand trembles at his throat but he tries to squeeze it and force Eijirou back down. Eijirou releases Katsuki’s cock to slap the hand away from his neck then roughly returns his grip to the man’s weeping cock. 

“I told you… No topping from the bottom.” Eijirou reminds him as he presses his nose into Katsuki’s cheek forcefully. “You were doing so well too Pretty Boy. ” He sighs disappointedly before biting the flesh just below Katsuki’s ear. 

The blonde cries out sweetly at the bite of pain then groans as Eijirou bites another mark into his skin. Katsuki shivers, wiggling his hips greedily around his cock and Eijirou laughs. “Such a naughty little boy. Were you just trying to trick me by saying you wanted to make me feel good?” 

“You’re just mad that I can top you.” Katsuki huffs. 

“Mad?” Eijirou breathes, his voice low in Katsuki’s ear causing the blonde to fall silent. “Is that what you think? Are you wanting to see how I fuck when I am mad?” He asks and Katsuki moans with a nod. 

“You aren’t ready for that but keep pushing and you might get it.” Eijirou warns him. 

That is not a challenge. 

It is a literal warning and Eijirou hopes that Katsuki will heed it. Katsuki would probably never speak to him again if they crossed that line. That and he would never let himself ever touch Katsuki again if he slipped that far. However, Katsuki pulls at his hair in rebuttal and slams down on his cock. 

“All talk no bite.” Katsuki snorts, accepting his challenge. 

Then a pathetic sob rips from Katsuki’s throat as Eijirou slaps his hand down to his ass. The pained sound goes straight to Eijirou’s cock, causing him to throb angrily inside the man. With a second slap to his ass, Eijirou scoffs as Katsuki’s hips jerk up and his hand and stomach suddenly becomes coated with cum. 

“Slutty little bitch… Cumming from a few spanks.” Eijirou huffs and clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “Move your fucking hips. Didn’t you say you were going to make me beg? Who's all talk and no bite now?” He laughs and again lays another heavy slap to Katsuki's ass. 

“Fu-fuck you.” Katsuki whimpers, trying to find his voice in the midst of his orgasm, but that only makes Eijirou smirk. 

“Oh, don’t mind if I do.” He growls into Katsuki’s ear. 

Eijirou wraps an arm tightly to Katsuki’s waist and, even as awkward as it is, he snaps his hips up harshly. He thrusts up the way he has wanted to, making Katsuki squirm in an effort to try and get away from him. “Such a bad boy…” Eijirou hisses through his teeth and wraps his other arm around Katsuki’s back forcing the model to curl into him. 

It’s okay. Eijirou tells himself, Katsuki can take it. If he can’t he will make it known. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” Katsuki hiccups in a series of whimpers, his fingers digging into Eijirou’s chest. 

Eijirou can tell Katsuki is still fighting for an ounce of control, but he snaps his hips just right, watching that resistance fall. “I’m going to cum!” Katsuki gasps, his moans hitching in the back of his throat. 

Eijirou bites into Katsuki’s shoulder and groans. “Of course you are, cumming when you are supposed to be making me feel good? You naughty, naughty boy.” 

Then Eijirou slaps his ass again; hard. The sting in his palm is followed by a dull throb. If his hand felt this way, he knows the impact had to have been worse for Katsuki. That much is a given by the way the blond cries out a whimper into his chest.  

The cry from the blonde tells Eijirou what he already knows. Katsuki’s orgasm died down, his body focusing more on the pain than the pleasure and Eijirou smirks. Good. That’s what he wanted. 

“You don’t get to cum until you apologize—”

“Fuck you!” Katsuki angrily hisses and claws his nails into Eijirou’s chest. “Fuck you!” He repeats with a pathetic whine as he desperately moves his hips to chase his own pleasure.

He wants to cum. Eijirou knows it. But this is the price Katsuki has to pay. A punishment for breaking his rule that had already been rediscussed. 

Eijirou moves his hand to slap his ass again but Katsuki dodges his hit, finding a new rhythm to fuck himself down onto Eijirou’s cock. He is a determined little brat, Eijirou would give Katsuki that but he is just as determined himself. It’s easy for him to follow and predict how Katsuki will move and this time he brutally slaps Katsuki’s ass in quick rapid succession.

Katsuki jerks his head back, his bottom lip wobbling from the pain and Eijirou watches beautiful tears brim at his waterline. Pain. Not pleasure. Katsuki wouldn’t have to be in pain if he would just stop being stubborn, Eijirou thinks but his cock gets even harder at the sight of the man trying to hold back his tears. 

“Apologize if you want to cum, Katsuki.” Eijirou demands, allowing the blonde to decide his fate. However, even though he is, he watches him closely for a telling sign that this is too much. 

He leans back into his seat for a better view of Katsuki’s face and sees gorgeous fat tears slip down the blonde’s incredibly handsome face. Yet, he is still bouncing on his cock; still moaning like the helpless marvelous slutty boy that he is. If Eijirou wasn’t trying to punish him he would have been proud. 

Actually, he is. 

He is proud of Katsuki and wrongfully enjoys watching Katsuki as he clenches his teeth. He loves how the man agonizingly hisses through his teeth as he fights to get what he wants. Glorious. Fascinating. Bewitching… How could someone be so fucking spellbinding? 

“Apologize, Katsuki.” Eijirou repeats and Katsuki shakes his head adamantly, making Eijirou laugh. The man is stubborn, incredibly so and it thrills Eijirou. Enough that he gives Katsuki’s ass a break from the vicious assault of his hands to roughly pull him down to him. Then just as Katsuki had done earlier, Eijirou swipes his tongue up Katsuki’s cheek to taste the tears staining them. 

“You have such a beautiful face. I love watching you cry…” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the blonde’s heated skin. Then he resumes swatting at Katsuki’s ass, and the man comes undone above him. 

Those red eyes stay hidden behind his eyelids, but tears seep from them regardless. His mouth betrays him, trembling with broken moans and sobs as he fights to get his way. It’s admirable; however, all Eijirou wants to do now is break Katsuki the way the blonde had said he wanted to break him just moments ago. 

Now that Katsuki is once again finding his pleasure, Eijirou smirks as he lowers his hips, taking his cock from Katsuki’s hole. Katsuki’s eyes snap suddenly open like a fresh cut geode. Watery tears spill over his pretty lashes as those red sharp uncultured gems lift to meet Eijirou’s gaze. 

The man looks as if he has just reached his breaking point and Eijirou braces himself for impact with a rude chuckle as Katsuki’s fists slams into his chest. “Fucking bastard! Fucking asshole!” The model seethes, and Eijirou smiles evilly up at him. 

Part of the fun of being a brat tamer is getting to be a little childish. Eijirou knows just how frustrating it is to have something suddenly be taken away and he enjoys the fight Katsuki puts up. He loves Katsuki’s temper tantrums and how pathetic he becomes when he doesn’t get his way. 

“Fucking prick! Fucking egotistical asshat!” 

“Apologize.” Eijirou snaps back, stopping his swats to pin Katsuki’s hands behind his back when the blonde tries to reach for his cock. The action retches out another soulful cry from the blond. 

“Stop being a brat. Be a good boy and apologize-“ 

“I’m sorry!” Katsuki shouts then immediately falls into a fit of chest heaving sobs. “I’m sorry for topping from the bottom! Please-please, I’m sorry… I’m sorry Sir. Sir please! I’ll be a good boy! I’ll be good, please… Please make me cum!” Katsuki weeps, begging brokenly as his chest shakes with his sobs. 

Then he truly caves, curling himself into Eijirou’s chest in the most adorable way that it steals Eijirou’s breath from him. Tears smear against his skin and that sexy pouty mouth of Katsuki’s kisses up his sternum in an attempt to please Eijirou and it does. 

As Katsuki reaches his neck, he slowly lifts his head and again Eijirou finds those gorgeous red eyes pleading quietly for what he could simply just ask for. They flick to Eijirou’s mouth then back up before he leans forward tentatively and tilts his head. 

Watching Katsuki break for him so that he can have what he wants is absolutely stunning to witness as well as experience. It’s gorgeous, wonderful and Eijirou finally understands what his mentor meant about how captivating a submissive person can be. Katsuki has him; all of him. 

To have a partner becoming so needy for something and someone… 

To know that everything they have to give will willingly be given once earned… It’s addictive. How could he refuse such a sweet apology? Eijirou is just a man, and this only proves to him that he is right for wanting Katsuki.

Now, it is him that is flirting with a line that he had sworn he would never cross again. He doesn’t think he will ever be able to deny Katsuki Bakugou the way he should. Not with how much he found himself being entranced by the man, nor with how receiving Katsuki’s submission makes him feel. 

Fuck…   

Eijirou feels himself relax under that desperate gaze, and he nods, tipping his head forward to invite Katsuki in to take his kiss. “Such a Good Boy… My beautiful boy.” Eijirou whispers, releasing Katsuki’s hands from his grip. 

“I’ll be a good boy, your good boy…” Katsuki agrees and nods quickly. “I’ll behave Sir. I promise. I’ll be a Good Boy for you. Please… Please let me cum…” he begs softly against his lips as he brings his hand up to soothingly stroke at Eijirou’s cheeks before he cups his face. 

Then he kisses him as if his life depended on it. It’s pure desperation and Eijirou relaxes into it, allowing himself to slip into that same needy headspace with Katsuki. 

He repositions himself and quickly slips his cock back inside Katsuki earning a throaty moan that he eagerly swallows up. He bucks his hips, fucking himself back into Katsuki and listens to this gorgeous man hum sweetly against his lips. 

Katsuki collapses into him, whining as his hands slip from his cheeks to cross his arms around Eijirou’s neck. All more examples of beautiful submission that Eijirou can’t refuse. 

He tenderly wraps his arms around Katsuki’s back and waist to keep him close and feels the blonde relax into him. Their lips meet again, both moaning into the other’s mouth as they find a rhythm to chase that momentary bliss. Then Eijirou can feel it; that warmth that he had vowed to suppress no matter who or what came into his life. That emotion that only brought pain and is fleeting. 

He hasn’t believed in it or that it was something real or obtainable for a long time. However, as he grew closer to his peak, he couldn’t push the feeling away or slam a door in its face. Not with Katsuki clinging to him like he was a lifeline to connect him to everything that he needed and wanted. Not when his face softens in such a way that makes Eijirou want to keep him close and protect him from the unknown. 

“Cum-Gonna cum, please- Eijirou-Eijirou…” Katsuki begs all in one breath against his lips.

“Cum, Katsuki… Fuck—” Eijirou gasps as Katsuki kisses him deeply. 

Their bodies slowly tense with each new stroke that is given. Then Katsuki comes for him, tossing his head back as he moans Eijirou’s name as if it is a holy prayer. Eijirou eagerly kisses up his throat, nipping soft little pink marks to the exposed skin once more. The heat in Eijirou’s stomach is almost unbearable as he bucks his hips faster, the sound of skin meeting skin aggressively filling the car. 

With the little tremble in Katsuki’s legs and the clench of his ass, Eijirou falls into his own pleasure. It feels like a wild explosion that sets his whole body ablaze and Eijirou squeezes his arms tightly around Katsuki’s slim waist. He groans as he holds the blonde fiercely to him, all his thoughts and worries falling away in the blink of an eye. 

Katsuki cooes softly, pressing his ass back as he rocks his hips slowly against him and lifts Eijirou’s chin up to meet him in another kiss. This kiss is far sweeter and richer with emotional need than Eijirou is ready for, but he desperately wants to cling to it. He swallows nervously, but allows himself to let go. 

It's just a little bit at first, his lips softly molding over Katsuki's with the same delicateness that the man is using to bless him with this kiss. Then it is almost all consuming as he reaches up to hold Katsuki's face with his shaking hands. With his lips, he gives back everything that he has been given while silently asking for more with equal intensity. 

And just like that, it is just them, holding each other and mindlessly kissing in the wake of intoxicating ecstasy.

The sound of the rain tapping the roof of the car returns, but it’s not a worry to Eijirou now as the blonderelaxes against him. The panic from earlier is forgotten as those lips grace his once more and gentle hands tenderly caress Eijirou’s face, keeping him in the moment they are sharing. Eijirou runs his hands up Katsuki’s back soothingly as that urgency for a kiss slowly wanes and Katsuki tucks his face into the crook of his neck. 

Their breathing evens out; their chests rising and falling in time with one another as a new post bliss blankets them. It’s amazing and incredibly delicate, kind of like how Eijirou is feeling right now. He inhales deeply, squeezing his arms around Katsuki protectively as his throat tightens up. However, he forces himself to let go of the panic threatening to crawl back up.

He wants to stay in this moment; in all of this raw beauty and outpour of emotion stemming from a kiss that was meant to cure a panic only to fabulously lead up to this. Eijirou didn’t know a kiss could wake something inside him he thought was dead, or that a single man could ruin all the walls he had built up around him. Yet, that is exactly what Katsuki did and Eijirou isn’t sure what will follow now as a result. 

Eijirou could already feel those imaginary chains reaching out from him to pull Katsuki in. That unbreakable possessiveness that Eijirou tries so hard to keep locked away knowing how damaging it can be to something so preciously delicate. It’s a dangerous situation, one Eijirou is all too familiar with. However, he also knows that he had already lost a sense of himself when he woke up that first night wanting the blonde at his side. 

Now what? What does he do when he feels like this? How does he put a cap on his emotions or reign in those chains that readily want to lock in place? Why? He… 

He can’t let history repeat itself. Not again. 

Katsuki Bakugou, what have you done to me?

Fuck-fuck-fuck.