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Shoto knocked on Katsuki’s apartment door. A few minutes later, it swung open to reveal his tired-looking, half-dressed boyfriend. “Hey, come on in.”
Katsuki disappeared down the hall. Shoto placed his overnight bag in the bedroom and checked his phone for the train schedule. They had made reservations at a nice restaurant recommended by Momo, and planned to follow it with drinks and a late movie before a sleepover at Katsuki’s place. After a month of hardly seeing each other due to work obligations, Shoto was looking forward to some uninterrupted Katsuki time.
Katsuki walked into the bedroom, wearing tailored gray pants and a dark blue shirt, and slipped a nice watch onto his wrist. He started to buckle it, then his movements slowed and stopped.
“Shoto?” he said quietly.
“Yeah?”
Katsuki, his back to Shoto, heaved a breath. “I’m…sorry. I don’t think I’m up to this. Going out tonight.”
Shoto snapped alert, sliding his phone away. “That’s okay, what’s going on? Are you not feeling well?”
Katsuki ran a hand over his face and dropped the watch back in the box on his dresser. “In a way, I guess. Prolonged use of my Quirk triggers chronic pain. I can feel it starting to flare up. I think I just need to lay low and be careful not to make it worse.”
“Right, and you haven’t had a day off in two weeks….”
“Exactly.” Katsuki gave a bitter laugh. “Contrary to popular belief, I do have a limit.”
“Yes, absolutely. How can I help?”
Katsuki shrugged. “Not much you can do. I just have to be really boring. No alcohol, take a bath, go to bed early. So if you prefer to go home—”
“I’m fine, Katsuki. Please let me help. I can run and get takeout or anything else you need.”
Katsuki insisted on cooking, reasoning that the increased sodium and sugar in takeout food wouldn’t do him any favors. Shoto helped. Six p.m. found them shoulder-to-shoulder in the kitchen, Shoto stirring a fragrant pan of beef and vegetables while Katsuki chopped and diced beside him. The lights were low and warm, a candle flickering on the table, talk light and easy.
It was nice.
Dinner turned out perfectly. Shoto volunteered to finish the clean up and sent Katsuki to take a bath. The candle burned lower. Shoto warmed up the dishwater with his left hand and hummed to himself as he washed.
Maybe this was really nice. Is this what life with Katsuki would be like? Maybe not every day, but more than occasionally? Because Shoto could get used to that.
He finished in the kitchen, changed into sweats, and started water for tea while Katsuki got out of the bath. “Thanks for warming it up in here,” Katsuki called from the bedroom.
“It’s even warmer out here,” Shoto replied. He found a deck of cards in a kitchen drawer (he knew where Katsuki kept them by now) and poured hot water into two tea mugs. He’d let Katsuki pick his own tea flavor, but he knew Katsuki always kept a stash of hot chocolate as well. Just for him.
They sat at the table and played cards in the candlelight, sipping warm drinks and enjoying the silence while they played. Katsuki won a round. Then Shoto, by a mile. The third round went on forever, but Katsuki pulled out a win. By then, it was time for bed.
“I know this wasn’t what we had in mind tonight,” Katsuki said, standing up rather stiffly and clearing their drink mugs. “Thank you for being flexible.”
“To be honest, I liked this more than what we had planned.”
Katsuki grinned. “I did, too.” He leaned over and blew out the candle.
Shoto brushed his teeth and climbed into bed in boxers and a t-shirt. He heard Katsuki take some medicine and shuffle slowly into the bathroom for his turn.
And then Shoto had a brilliant idea.
He jumped out of bed and grabbed the candle from the table (still hot, but tolerable in his left hand) and another from the living room. He brought these back to the bedroom, set one on each side of the bed, and lit them with his Quirk before turning off the lamps. The room was bathed in a warm, flickering yellow light. Nice and peaceful, as he’d hoped.
Katsuki laughed in surprise when he walked in, wearing underwear and a t-shirt. “What’s going on in here?”
“I didn’t know if a massage would help,” Shoto said, then held up his left hand. “With my warm side.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened. “You’re offering?”
“Yeah, get over here.”
Katsuki laid facedown on the bed and Shoto straddled him to knead his back and shoulders, with heat and chill radiating from each of his hands. Katsuki groaned into his pillow. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
Shoto took his time, working all the muscles he could reach, including Katsuki’s feet and legs. Then Shoto turned him over and rubbed his neck and shoulders, his knees and thighs and finally his hips, and—
Shoto placed his left hand on Katsuki’s half-hard, clothed dick, and Katsuki’s eyes shot open to stare at him. His lips parted, his gaze tracing Shoto up and down. Shoto cocked his head.
“Okay?” Shoto whispered.
“Fuck…yeah,” Katsuki said hoarsely. “If you’re okay.”
“I want this,” Shoto said quietly. “I really, really…want this.”
“I do too, babe,” Katsuki said. “And not just, you know, because you’re holding my dick. I want you.”
Shoto felt his cheeks flush, but it felt good. He nodded. Katsuki grinned and flicked his waistband down, freeing himself from his clothing. Shoto grabbed soft skin and let out a breath so hot it steamed.
He kept the pace of the massage, added a little lube here and there, and took the time to enjoy it. And Katsuki certainly did. Generous with his affirmations, Shoto quickly learned what Katsuki liked the most, and used that greatly to their advantage. Katsuki reached for him and grabbed his thigh tight. Shoto felt his own breath quicken and arousal stir in his stomach.
“Mm…Sho, I’m gonna….”
He got rock hard in Shoto’s hands, then spilled into them with a long moan, his orgasm shuddering through his whole body.
“Here,” Katsuki breathed, handing Shoto a few tissues.
He wiped his hands patchily, sure he missed some, but he didn’t care right then. The thing he did care about was Katsuki’s warm hands on his hips, his crimson eyes drilling into Shoto’s. “Talk to me. You still okay?” he asked.
“Katsuki Bakugo, if you don’t touch me this fucking second—”
Katsuki sat up swiftly and consumed Shoto in a kiss. Then he seamlessly flipped him over onto the pillows, hands going all over, warm and gentle and soft. A needy moan broke from Shoto directly into Katsuki’s mouth, and he exhaled and pressed his lips to Shoto’s again and again. “I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.”
“I know you do,” Shoto murmured. Katsuki grinned and caught his mouth one more time, then slid down his body and onto the floor, pulled down Shoto’s boxers and kissed his thigh all the way up—
“You’re so gorgeous,” he sighed, his breath hot against Shoto’s dick. Shoto felt his face burn. Katsuki licked his entire length and Shoto moaned.
“Still okay?” Katsuki asked.
“Yes, yes, please, Katsuki….”
Katsuki’s warm mouth closed over Shoto, and he moaned again, louder and louder, pleasure thrumming up his thighs, through his chest, all over his body. And Katsuki was good at his task. He was good at everything. Of course this would be no different.
He dug in deeper. Shoto’s hands found Katsuki’s hair and his fingers curled into it. Katsuki squeezed his thigh encouragingly. Shoto let out another moan and gasped, “Kat, Kat, I’m close, I’m—”
Another squeeze to his thigh, and Shoto released—his body trembled, his chest opened, his head rushed clean and clear and perfect, and everything was good, good, so, so good.
For the first time in his life, Shoto Todoroki felt good after sex.
He laughed. And he couldn’t stop laughing. Laughed and laughed like a maniac while Katsuki climbed up next to him and kissed his forehead, amusement in his eyes. “That good, huh?” he asked when Shoto could hear him.
“Oh my God, Kat, you don’t even know.”
“I was literally right here the whole time, moron.”
Shoto rolled over and grabbed his face, and Katsuki went willingly, pulled in for a deep, precious kiss that felt like life and beauty and ecstasy all in one.
“I love you,” Shoto breathed into the millimeters between them.
Katsuki caught his lips again. Once. Twice. And as they slipped apart, he whispered, “I love you more.”