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Ever since Shouto can think, he has indeed hated new year’s. When he still lived with his parents, it was severely worse but just having to attend a new years party? Because his best friend told him so? Ridiculous. The fucking audacity.
Okay so perhaps his past memories aren’t the greatest when it comes to this specific day and maybe that makes him a bit biased for this kind of stuff - but why him? Shouto hates partys and Eijirou knows that.
Traitor, is all he thinks as he makes his way down the street to this tiny karaoke bar, his friends have mentioned earlier and he’s only going to stay for a few hours and then head home again. No big New Year’s solutions or sentimental speeches; he swore to himself in the past year that this is not happening this year again (him being shitfaced, sleeping with one of his female best friends and hating himself afterwards while everyone else thinks they're dating. Yeah, he’s not even actually attracted to women.)
Going home as soon as possible - no extra drinks, just one.
The second thing that gives him anxiety up to the roofs and straight through it? Eijirou’s friends will be there as well. He knows most of them, quite a lot actually, yet the massive thing in his face makes him antsy. People will stare, people always stare. Maybe he should’ve covered it with make-up.
Why is he even thinking about this? It’s not like he meets all those people for another year, it means nothing.
Apparently his own mind changes the moment he gets in there - right the second he locks eyes with someone who has the reddest and absolute prettiest shade of maroon he has ever seen in his life and oh the worst thing along all of it; it tastes like one, two, three more beers on his tongue.
“Oh, ‘roki,” Eijirou’s drunk already and it’s not even nine. “You remember the guy I told you about? The genius in my art class who can see all these nuances of colors in so many different ways? Y’know the one with the fingers? ”
Shouto’s cheeks turn an absurd color of red as he simply nods, because yes, he does remember.
Eijirou has told him about a guy in his class who has the prettiest fingers and does unholy things with them (his words of choice, not Shouto’s) and that his art style is just incredible. Perfect choice of settings combined with the right amount of color. He has told him that he’s quite smart too, at least in the other courses he has chosen.
“Yeah, I remember.” Shouto answers plainly, stumbling a few steps back since he smells like he has become alcohol instead. “The hot guy you’re crushing on, right?”
“Wha- No, I’m not crushing on him.” His face goes aflame in seconds. “I was saving him for you and as it turns out, he’s gay. So maybe shoot your shot tonight.”
Shouto rolls his eyes in return.
“Not happening.”
Giving his father the opportunity to destroy something precious to him again? Not happening. Giving anyone the chance to throw this gay thing against him on the same campus? On the same campus he has to stay at for the next two years? No.
So call Shouto a coward or someone who’s not standing up for himself and perhaps he is all that, but he just wants some peace and quiet.
“What do you mean not happening, I saved him for you, dude.” He gives Shouto’s shoulder a smack. “You deserve this, to be happy and unbothered and tell me later if his hands are talented. Oi, Katsuki!”
Shouto swears that the moment this blond boy turns around and he meets the very same red eyes he fell in love with at the entrance - it has to be fate. It has to mean something. Doesn’t it?
The grin crossing the blond’s lips is ravishing. It’s sweet and hot and the devil itself is hidden behind a smirk. Freckled skin and piercing red eyes. Enticing. God, Shouto would give his right arm just to get his hands on him - no, so he could get his hands on Shouto. He’d even pay him.
Katsuki eyes Shouto very cautiously, dangerous and eating him up whole. They scan his entire body in seconds before flickering over his lips up to his eyes. Perhaps the feeling is mutual. In an instant, Shouto chugs down his drink in order to keep him from staying conscious right now.
From up close he can see his tinted cheeks and notices immediately the drink in his hand. Not the fingers - the long, pretty fingers. God, every thought goes straight to Shouto’s groin and it’s a shame, really.
“That’s the guy I was tellin’ you about.” Eijirou tries to introduce them, but he’s even too drunk to not slur his words. It’s a bit funny. “Shouto, that’s Katsuki.”
A silent smirk stretches over his face and Shouto can’t help but look at those lovely lips. Unconsciously trying to ignore the fact, how even lovelier they would appear around Shouto’s dick.
Besides the apparent sexual tension between the two of them and Eijirou’s attempt to flee, it’s more than just awkward. Of course, it is. Shouto’s the king of awkward.
“The musician, right? You’re going to the same University?” Someone slap him right then and there, because Jesus Christ, the voice simply meets all of Shouto’s standards - it probably shows on his face. This is a shitshow itself, how the hell is he supposed to have a normal conversation with a guy who looks like a greek god? Impossible.
He even gets one step closer to Shouto. One hand settles gently on his upper arm as he asks him silently with a vicious smirk on his lips,
“You okay?”
Shouto smiles while his eyes drift down to Katsuki’s lips once again.
“Yeah.” He adjusts his clothes a bit and takes one step back. “I play the piano, actually. I also can play the violin if I try real hard, but it’s been a while.”
To be honest, he’s not quite sure if Katsuki is genuinely interested or waiting to drop some cheesy pick up line.
“Are you any good?” He asks.
Hesitantly, Katsuki’s hand travels down Shouto’s arm and electricity shakes through his whole body when their fingers barely touch.
“I’d like to think so, yes.” Shouto’s eyes snap up to dark red ones, lock into something more. There’s fire behind his glance, warmth radiating from every little touch and god, his voice - sounds like purring in his ears. “Are you?”
The smirk reappears in seconds.
“I am, pretty boy. On the drums and also with a simple pen.”
Eijirou takes his chances and gets away in seconds, since Shouto is busy and has no time to grab his wrist for assistance. No, the traitor leaves him alone underneath a heavy glance and breathtaking, innocent touches. The scent leaves a trace of sugary caramel behind, it wraps him up so easily. And Shouto loves sweets as much as he likes challenges.
“You should show me sometime.” Shouto bites his lip. “What you can do with your hands, you know.”
“The innocent look is not working on me, princess.” Within a second, Shouto gets pushed against the wall behind him and gasps lightly. “You’re being way too obvious, so what’s your deal?”
Mismatched eyes flutter close as he smiles.
“Honestly? For you to fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.” Katsuki’s fingers trail over his jawline and grab him by his chin.
“That can be arranged.”
It sets Shouto ablaze when their lips finally meet and his entire body goes lax against the wall. Katsuki’s lips are warm and soft and gentle and everything Shouto could have asked for. They are a hurricane and a war with every single movement. A soft field of flowers combined with the warmest summer evening. And as his hands try to find a grip in Katsuki’s shirt, it’s already over.
“Let’s go to the bathroom, come on.” He whispers sheepishly but goes and grabs his hand with so much confidence.
There’s this pounding inside his chest when they get to the bathroom. Pressed up against the door as soon as it’s closed.
“I swear to god, you look so good in this, it’s a shame I have to take it off.” Katsuki comments on the leather pants and his crop top.
“You don’t have to take it off, just pull them down and fuck me against the wall. It’s easy, I promise.” Shouto says bluntly without any emotion on his face and for a second, he thinks Shouto is making fun of him.
“Shut up. Bent over the sink, I’m blocking the door.”
Shouto does as he’s told, slowly opening his pants and pushing them down to his knees, waiting for Katsuki to give him what he wants. A quick fuck. This is insane, he’s never been this horny and he can probably count the times on one hand.
And right now, while he’s standing in front of a mirror with only a crop top showing and his cock leaking - it’s different.
When Katsuki turns around, he gasps loudly at the sight of Shouto standing there.
“Fuck, princess.” The blond grabs him by the hips and pulls his naked butt against his crotch - violently. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, y’know that?”
Before Shouto can even answer, Katsuki's hands travel down, gracing his nipple and he moans loud enough for everyone outside to hear. A groan is followed shortly after by Katsuki who does it again and again and then pinches suddenly so hard that Shouto’s knees simply give out underneath him.
“The mirror’s perfect.” He mumbles against Shoutos ear, mesmerized somehow and yet so utterly turned on. “So are you.”
“K-Katsuki.” Shouto tries to stammer out but his brain is mushed already and besides, there are only two syllables resting on his tongue. “Fuck me,”
“Soon, baby. Give me a second alright? I just wanna make this right for you, so you don’t forget.” Another finger pinches his nipple hard enough for Shouto to black out and the pain gives him this sudden thrill. This squeeze in his chest tells him to be good and he can be good.
“I won’t forget.”
Katsuki chuckles.
“I know you won’t.”
The breath against his back is too hot for this tiny little bathroom, it’s too intimate for Shouto and then their eyes lock in the mirror again. And yeah, they’re both liars because it’s right there. Like thrown into the wide ocean that this is indeed more than a quick fuck. It’s law of attraction, magnetizing and yet not enough.
Shouto starts grinding backwards.
“Holy shit,” he swears under his breath before he manhandles Shouto flush against the small space between the two sinks.
He can only assume what’s happening behind him - fumbling with pants and belts and suddenly there’s skin against skin. Shouto smiles lazily.
“No, I won’t forget this.”
Shouto breathes out the last bit of air in his lungs - he’s completely naked and horny enough to even try without preparing. With someone this size it’ll feel amazing to be stretched wide open. Ripped apart if you will. But of course, he isn’t lucky like this. Katsuki wants to take his chances and enjoy it bit by bit.
And although he’s done this several times before - this feels different. It actually feels like it matters, like it’s not just this night and perhaps he can even pretend. Pretend that it’s not only one night.
Katsuki puts one leg between his own to part them nice and slowly while one hand gets a steady grip in his hair. For a simple moment, Shouto thinks he breathes for this. The warm breath that tickles his neck, the strong hold in his hair and the sweet, little noises that follow each time Katsuki’s cock brushes against his ass. Yeah, he’s perfect like that. Mesmerizing in every single category. He can almost understand why Eijirou thought he was fitting for this kind of thing.
“How often do you do this, pretty boy?” Katsuki asks while taking out some of the small bottle of lube he apparently carries around with him. “Be honest, no lying.”
One finger, completely covered in lube, runs around his entrance and has Shouto’s breath stuck in his throat. He’ll probably have to keep himself from not coming right on the spot.
“Not often enough.”
The blond doesn’t seem very pleased with his answer and retreats the finger with a sigh.
“It’s been a while, okay? I usually don’t sleep around and I usually date people before I fuck them.” He says, more honest than he wanted it to be.
The reward is magnificent. Shouto snaps his hips right back and meets Katsuki halfway there. Yes, delicate fingers of a painter, someone who’s talented, someone who keeps him right there with a tight grip in his hair. To be fairly honest, Shouto would stay there for the next few hours if Katsuki asked him to. On his cock, if he wanted it. No questions asked.
“Sweet.” Katsuki mumbles. The hold in his hair tightens even more and pushes him upwards so Katsuki can whisper right into his ear. So Katsuki can send another shiver down his spine and leave him boneless with simply his voice. “It’s been a while for me too, but I’ll make it worth your while, alright?”
Shouto nods.
“Good.”
Shouto bites his lower lip as the finger thrusts in completely, feeling out every possible space before even adding a second one. Keening at feeling so full already with two fingers only and Katsuki smiles against his cheek, still holding him right there. A groan behind him has him writhing with excitement.
Another loud moan leaves Shouto’s lips by the time he feels Katsuki’s teeth against his throat, biting and sucking a hickey right into his porcelain skin. It feels addicting, sugary sweet and he craves more. So much more.
He nips on his ear while coaxing his fingers in and out of him.
“I-I- Katsuki, please.”
“You’re a belated Christmas present, Shou.”
His heart gets heavy just from the simple nickname - so full of a feeling he hasn’t felt in ages. Hot, tingly and so appreciated that his whole body aches for more. His whole body screams to be touched by this man forever. And the weird thing about it is, he doesn’t even know him.
Another harsh bite hits the flesh of his shoulder right the second a third finger is pushed inside and Shouto hisses quietly as possible.
“Tell me if it’s too much, but you’re doing so good, baby. Taking my fingers like a champ.”
Katsuki sounds just as screwed as Shouto feels - his voice vibrating through his back. Warm and appreciative. It goes straight to Shouto’s groin, dick twitching so hard that he thinks he might come.
“Touch me, please.”
“Shit, Shouto you sound so good, but you’ll have to wait a bit more.” Katsuki groans against him.
The hand in his hair finally lets loose and he falls forward on the counter again. Barely holding himself up on his hands, because he only notices now how his whole body is shaking with anticipation. He hasn’t even touched his cock yet.
Fingers inside him are too hot to handle, leaving him breathless as they twist and push and pull out completely before brutally ramming it right back into Shouto’s sweet spot. By the time Katsuki is done preparing him, he’s gone. Absolutely gone: drooling on the counter, finger’s trembling and eyes a bit zoned out. He feels fucked out already without even actually doing something.
“You want me to use a condom?” Katsuki finally asks into the quiet of the room. But Shouto only shakes his head.
Within seconds the hand is back in his hair to pull him up, so close against Shouto only in order to push inside with one swift go. Both of them groan loud enough for someone to hear, but they couldn’t care less. Although Shouto knows it’s a tight fit, it goes surprisingly easy.
“So full-“ Shouto moans, throwing his head back against Katsuki. “Hah-“
There’s this burning hot sensation in the middle of his stomach, wanting more, more, more.
“I’m right here.” Katsuki speaks up, his finger brushing Shouto’s nipple before stopping below his belly button. If you tried real hard, you could see it. The tiny little bump there. It’s a mere whisper against Shouto’s ear, strong enough to send an entire shiver down his spine and right this second, he knows.
He knows it’s just for tonight, he knows he’s never going to see Katsuki again and then, when Katsuki’s teeth bite another harsh mark into the flesh of his shoulder, he comes. Without warning.
Violently moaning as if he was made for this sort of thing, legs trembling and vision blurring out for a second. He goes entirely tight the moment, Katsuki adjust himself exactly into this spot right there and starts grinding - fucking him through his orgasm.
“Shit-“ Katsuki curses against him and only thrusts stronger this time. He sets a pace so sudden and hard, without any chance for Shouto to recover. He doesn’t ask either, and Shouto loves every second of it.
The feeling of being so filled up to the brink - the thought of Katsuki coming inside of him and leaving his mark right there. This man making him almost come a second time without even trying.
“You’re so fucking tight, you know that? Taking me so well-“ The grip on his hips gets deadly, but he only groans in response. “I should keep you. Make you feel so fucking full at all times, Shouto.”
His dick twitches back to life then, growing so hard in an incredibly short amount of time. He wants that. Shouto has never wanted anything more.
“Katsuki come on, please.”
“Please what, princess?” He asks.
His pace is merciless and when he slows down, it’s only to pull out entirely and ram it right back in.
“Cum inside, please. I can’t anymo-“
“Fuck, your mouth makes me insane. You can, babyboy. You’ve been doing so well.” Shouto shoves himself back on Katsuki’s cock as far as it’s possible and then, with another push, Katsuki comes too. Groaning, filling him up so nicely that it has Shouto thriving on it. Tightening up around him once again, before coming a second time too. Without even being touched. “God fucking damnit.”
They stay like this for a quiet moment. The cheering outside gets too loud to ignore and Shouto looks over his shoulder only to meet Katsuki in a rough kiss.
“Happy new year.” Both of them speak at the same time.
“Let’s get out of here, alright?”
In his own little mind, Shouto is not surprised when he wakes up the next morning and Katsuki is gone. He had made peace with it by the time they even reached his apartment. And as he gets up to pour himself some coffee, he is indeed astonished when he sees the little sketch of Shouto sleeping on the kitchen counter and his number written below it.