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It’s different.
Katsuki isn’t sure why it’s different at first, but some time between their clothes coming off and Eijirou asking him where he keeps the lube, it hits him. They’ve never had sex . They’ve done scenes , where Eijirou is established in both of their minds as the boss. This is the both of them. This is mutual, or as mutual as it can be with Katsuki on his back taking two fingers up his ass.
Eijirou was intent on kissing him at first, but it seems he’s given that up now since Katsuki can no longer move his mouth much past groaning and gasping and gritting his teeth. So now Eijirou is panting into the skin of his neck, and wiggling his fingers inside until Katsuki relaxes and gives him space.
Katsuki’s still clutching to him, but now it’s his hair instead of his clothes. He pants heavily, frustrated, because it’s hard to relax. It’s hard to open up. He’s for some reason never felt like such a bottom before. It’s strange. He’s gotten so used to being bent over or on his knees, but just laying on his back is getting in his head. He’s not used to it. It’s like tonight is just reminding him of how he used to be, how he used to almost exclusively top, before Eijirou. He can’t recall a time where he fell onto a bed and just laid there
Eijirou bites him, and it somehow grounds him from the uncomfort of being stretched just as much as it seems to enhance it. Katsuki bends into him and buries his face against the skin of Eijirou’s wide shoulder.
“H-ey-“ Katsuki gasps, fingers tightening in red hair. Eijirou’s fingers slow and his head tilts to the side to listen.
“Hm?”
“This is- ah - our first time having fuckin’.. non kinky sex, huh.” It’s obvious, he knows, but still. He feels this strange need to address it. Is Eijirou even okay with this? Well.. he’s hard against Katsuki’s thigh, so it feels like he is, but fuck.
Eijirou chuckles into the side of his neck, curls his fingers and nips at his skin playfully.
“Mhm. I could find something to tie you up with if you miss it. I can do a lot with a neck tie-“
“ Fuck no. No. Just-“
Eijirou clearly takes pity on him, taking his denial for the weak avoidance it is. He kisses his way back up to his lips and Katsuki prays that his face isn’t as fucking red as it feels. God. Now that he has control, all he does is act like a fucking virgin?
The kiss is light, a bit more delicate and fleeting than Katsuki would prefer it. He opens his mouth, tries to lift into it, but Eijirou starts working his fingers harder, and faster, and then he curls them . Katsuki feels a douse of warmth swim up his body and he chokes on a breath- unexpected- and then he melts into the mattress as Eijirou starts kissing down his neck again.
“There you go,” Eijirou says softly. “ Relax Katsuki. Why were you so tense?”
“I feel fuckin weird,” Katsuki grits, voice thick. He squirms, his hips rolling with the movement of Eijirou’s fingers.
“Weird?”
“I dunno,” he growls. “I’m fucking fine I just. Feel-”
“Hands above your head then,” Eijirou says firmly. Katsuki freezes, his eyes opening and locking on the ceiling. “Grab the pillow, Pretty. If you let go I’ll tie you up and we’ll stop for the night. How’s that sound.”
Katsuki takes a strained, shaking breath and slowly moves his hands up to the pillow over his head. His face floods with embarrassment, his teeth dig into his bottom lip as something tingly and familiar shudders through him. He hates that Eijirou’s order helps. He hates admitting that it fucking helps.
“ Katsuki .”
Firm, short, a demand to reply. Katsuki breathes in sharply through his nose and mentally shrugs, relaxing his hips and grabbing two fist fulls of the pillow as he breathes out a weak “y-es sir.”
“Good boy.”
Eijirou moves his fingers faster. He thrusts like he would with his hips and Katsuki doesn’t stand a chance to do anything but moan with it. It hurts, a little, he feels sore and theres an ache all over his lower half but he forces himself to deal with it because Eijirou is kissing his neck and biting and he knows he’ll feel good soon.
…..No. He wants to feel good now.
“E-ei-”
“Hm,” god, teeth dig into his skin and Katsuki lets out a whine far too loud for his liking. He takes another shaky breath. He’s gonna have so many fucking marks when they’re done.
“Fuck me.”
“I will.”
“No,” he wheezes, “Do it now. Come on.”
Eijirou pulls back. Looks at his face, up to his hands, and then back down at his face. His red eyes are lidded with lust but narrowed just slightly in confliction, his cheeks are a gorgeous dark pink. His eyes dart around his face skeptically, like he can’t tell if Katsuki’s being honest with him.
Then he sighs, and drops his head into Katsuki’s neck again. His fingers draw out slowly, and Katsuki tries to look down and see how many there were. Three, it looks like.
“God, I’m so fucking in love with you it’s not even funny,” Eijirou breathes.
Katsuki’s heart skips a beat very, very heavily. He can’t remember a time where he felt the actual fucking movement of his heart, other than during devastating jobs. This is a leap, though. A jump, in his chest. He was already warm, already starting to sweat with arousal but this new warmth akin to… to what he would imagine love would be like, fills him from head to toe.
And he doesn’t know how to fucking respond to that. His face rages in embarrassment again, and he weakly reaches and pushes at Eijirou’s shoulder. “F-fucker-”
“Hands.”
Katsuki shoots his hands back above his head at the quick snap of Eijirou’s tone. Fuck. He breathes out heavily, another short shock of need shooting through him.
Eijirou doesnt even lift from his neck, or move at all as he growls a low, even, “don’t let it happen again.”
Katsuki clenches his jaw. Nods his head. Christ.
Eijirou sits up, and his head is turned harshly to the side. Katsuki can barely see his expression, but it seems dark and focused hiding under the shadows of his bangs. Katsuki wants to touch his hair again, brush it off his forehead.
He glances over and sees Eijirou fiddling with the box of condoms they’d taken out earlier. Katsuki swallows heavily. Fuck yeah. He flexes the muscles in his legs, making sure they work well enough to help him move before lifting himself up.
The crinkling of the condom wrapper stops. “What’re you doing?”
Katsuki pauses in his movement, looks up and finds Eijirou’s eyes on him. They’re dark red now. He’s so fucking hot it’s not fair.
“Turning over so you can fuck me?”
“The hell you are. Not this time. You’ll face me, and kiss me, and let me kiss you,” Eijirou's face is hard and dark. “Got it?”
Katsuki clicks his tongue, his face flaming and heart racing uncomfortably at the thought of it. “It's fucking embarrassing Eijirou.”
“Do I look like I care?” The snap in tone makes Katsuki's anxiety spike just a little, but then Eijirou is sighing and moving back close to him. He hovers over him and gently nudges Katsuki onto his back again, pressing their foreheads together so he goes cross eyed.
“Sorry Katsuki I didn’t mean it like-“ a deep breath, a hand runs gently up the side of his waist. “I just want to see you more this time. Feel you more.”
Katsuki huffs- if it's annoyance or arousal it doesn’t matter, because before he can even think of a response Eijirou kisses him again.
Again, it’s different. Katsuki gasps into Eijirou’s open mouth as knuckles skirt up the side of his cock and remind him of where they are. Eijirou’s words echo in his mind and confuse him, he isn’t sure if he’s ever seen Eijirou this sweet or shy during sex. He just fucking apologized.
“I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”
Katsuki’s face flames. Did he just ask for fucking permission? Eijirou? Katsuki grunts against warm lips- which are still kissing him- and pulls at the pillowcase with his hands as hard as he can. His heart is beating so fast it sort of hurts. He’s so viscerally aware of how wide his legs are spread, how open his ass feels to the air up until something slippery and wide presses against him.
His breath catches. His world is spinning. Eijirou pulls back enough to scoot up and cage him with a single elbow next to his head as the other keeps his cock lined up below them. When Katsuki dares to open his eyes he sees his lidded red gaze locked on his mouth.
“Say yes.” Dark- an order.
“ Yes .”
Like he would say no.
It’s sudden. It’s fast.
Eijirou pushes into him, and he doesn’t stop. He slides in all the way, one smooth, long motion that Katsuki can’t even process. His eyes blow wide, his head bends back and his spine arches as he’s spread and filled in less than two seconds. Eijirou’s body pushes his up the bed but he moves with him, continuing to hover over Katsuki’s mouth like he wants to swallow every breath of air that Katsuki lets out. His free arm hooks one of Katsuki’s thighs over his elbow to bend him further- to go deeper.
Katsuki chokes on a noise that is too weak to leave him. He feels his insides throb, once twice, and he’s pretty sure it hurts- no, it definitely hurts- but he also can’t feel much of the pain behind the deep feeling of being so full.
Eijirou kisses his mouth shut. He whines but it’s muffled. Full and overwhelmed now.
There’s a long draw out, and the emptiness that grows with it makes Katsuki tense up in ache. It hurts. It hurts even more on the next slow thrust in. Katsuki tears his face to the side, desperate to breathe and get himself under control. He lets go of the pillow and his hands get halfway in the air to grab onto Eijirou before he remembers he’s not allowed to move them and they fall back into place.
“Eij-irou,” he chokes out, breath catching as Eijirou’s hips hit his own. “Fuckin-hurts-”
“You’re okay,” Eijirou breathes, sure and soft against the edge of his jaw. “Breathe, nice and easy.”
“Fuck-” a sharp breath- “I’m- AH!”
Eijirou starts properly moving. In and out, deep and long; it’s wiping Katsuki’s mind slowly and steadily. He buries the side of his face in his bicep and starts holding the pillow for dear life now, his back arching and legs spreading to accommodate Eijirou’s hips as much as he can.
Eijirou nips at his jaw again and Katsuki jumps at the sharp feeling of teeth. It’s starting to feel good now. He wants to pretend that he can’t hear himself but he can. A hand travels up his waist, he can feel it but doesn’t actually register it until a thumb is brushing over his nipple and a ripple of sensitivity explodes across his body.
“You’re loud tonight,” Eijirou purrs against his cheek. “It’s so hot.. fuck- you know how hot you are, right?”
Eijirou fucks him faster, harder, and against his will Katsuki hears himself get even louder. His face flushes again and he tries to shake his head as much as he can with the harsh rock of his body.
“ Katsuki ,” Eijirou nuzzles his face, panting, and Katsuki’s whole body tenses up. “I love you.”
He chokes on his next moan, finds himself squirming insistently under Eijirou’s weight. I love you, I love you, I love you-
And then Eijirou slows down his fast pace. Katsuki huffs at first, focusing only on catching his breath as much as he can, but then an arm slides under him- tightening around his waist- and pulls him up flush to his body.
Katsuki’s hands twitch and jump, his muscles tingle with the weird need to move and wrap around Eijirou’s neck. He wants to hold him too. He wants-
“ Fuck ,” Eijirou curses, low and thick into the crook of his neck. “How’re you.. so- tight ..”
Katsuki moans weakly, his head turns to press their temples together. His hips rock, trying to match the deep, sort of slow pace Eijirou’s taken on. He wants to be closer, and they’re already pressed together from head to toe- only Katsuki’s arms are out of the way.
The tip of Eijirou’s cock must brush against his prostate, because his back tingles sharply, and then his limbs all tremble against his will. Katsuki slowly tilts his head back as pressure starts collecting in his stomach, building far too quickly for how easily and slowly he’s being fucked.
And then it hits him. They aren’t fucking.
They’re.. they’re making love.
Eijirou is making love to him.
Maybe a part of that thought disgusts him, freaks him out. He’s never been the type to want that, to find it attractive or endearing in any way. But it’s.. it’s Eijirou. And Katsuki likes it.
It’s that thought that pushes him to the peak. His back arches further into Eijirou’s torso, his thighs tremble at his waist and squeeze. He squeezes his eyes shut as tight as he can, pulls at the pillow so harsh he worries he’ll rip the pillowcase.
“G-gonna..I-“
“No.”
Katsuki’s eyes flutter open, his thighs shaking harsher as Eijirou’s deep voice rumbles against his skin. Confusion swirls in his mind. “What..?”
“No. ” Eijirou grabs more firmly to his thigh, sits up a little and drops Katsuki’s waist back to the bed just before driving into him. Fast and hard, painful enough to make Katsuki’s eyes bulge and his mouth to drop open. “You’re not allowed to cum.”
“W-hy-“ Katsuki’s eyes roll into his head, eyebrows furrowed, trying to hold onto his sanity. Don’t cum. He said not to cum.
“You pissed me off tonight on our- ah- our date. I let you get away with too much. Call it a scratch on my pride.”
Eijirou’s voice is even enough to drive Katsuki up a wall. Katsuki’s voice cracks in a sob.
“ Eij-irou-“
Eijirou chuckles. Katsuki wants to focus on it but it’s taking all of his strength just to keep his hands in place.
“W-ait fuck- I-“
Katsuki shouts. Something is happening. His whole body starts to ache in the worst way, sharp, strange tension, and his cock tingles as if it’s an arm that had fallen asleep. His eyes are wide, staring unseeing at the ceiling. He might be dying. Eijirou finally legitimately rearranged his guts.
It’s getting worse. Worse and worse and worse - holy FUCK-
Katsuki honestly almost blacks out at the peak of it. He only recognizes that he came because he feels himself spill onto his stomach in weak dribbles. Eijirou slows. If Katsuki wasn’t on the verge of unconsciousness he would have wanted to see his expression.
“Holy shit-” distant- “Katsuki… you just-“
Katsuki tries to come back into his body. His eyelids are fluttering, his vision is blurry and won’t focus. His body is buzzing, but it’s different from when he normally cums. It’s more violent. It’s all over.
A hand cups his face but it feels fuzzy. “Katsuki?”
Katsuki forces himself to grunt, and he hears Eijirou chuckle. He isn’t moving anymore but he’s still very much inside.
“Color. Can you do that for me? That looked rough.”
Katsuki just lolls his head to the side. Eijirou takes a breath, pulls out and then slams back in.
That seems to bring him back.
His gasp is sharp and loud, his body bends and his eyes open and find the ceiling again. Then they find Eijirou, hovering just over his chest and watching him with a flushed face and dark eyes. The worry in them is drowned out just a little by lust and it makes Katsuki’s gut swim.
“There you are. Answer me now,” Eijirou says. Katsuki’s breathing is short and quick, and his thighs are starting to shake. His throat hurts really fucking bad.
“F-f’ckin..” Katsuki swallows thickly, closes his eyes and turns his head to his arm again. “W-ater..”
Eijirou pulls out of him quickly, it hurts and Katsuki jumps against the bed. His eyes hazily follow Eijirou over to his ensuite, hands tingling, thighs subconsciously closing and rubbing together. He brings his arms down and tries to breathe. The air in the room is strange. Eijirou didn’t seem to be rushing due to worry.
Katsuki knows he came even though he shouldn’t have, but he had no control over that. He didn’t even think he could cum like that.
Eijirou returns swiftly. He has a glass of water in his hand, but instead of giving it to Katsuki, he places it on the bedside table and climbs back onto the mattress. Katsuki tries to decipher his face but he feels so out of it he can’t.
Katsuki gasps when Eijirou knocks his legs back open, and slides between them. He grabs Katsuki’s wrists in one hand and slams them back up over his head.
His face is dark, shadowed by his loose bangs, and his eyes are a deep maroon and clouded by something much more familiar than love .
Katsuki gulps. “‘re you mad?”
Eijirou’s eyes narrow, and then he leans over to the bedside table and Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut. “No.”
It all happens fast. Katsuki hears the glass clunk against the table, and then a hand is grabbing his jaw and squeezing his face until his mouth opens. Eijirou kisses him. And then water is falling into his mouth.
His eyes shoot wide. He makes some sort of noise as startlingly cold water is spit into his mouth faster than he can swallow. Holy fuck. Holy shit.
He squeezes his eyes shut again, takes as deep a breath as he can and opens his throat to let the water slide down it.
As soon as he does, Eijirou pulls away from the kiss and lets go of his face. Katsuki gasps like he was drowning, looks up at him and swallows again, suddenly breathless. Eijirou raises a brow at him like he’s unimpressed.
“Want some more?”
Katsuki’s breath hitches, he shakes his head quickly. That had no fucking right to be as hot as it was. He’s.. fuck he’s still hard. He didn’t even have a chance to get soft.
Eijirou’s face turns to skepticism again. His eyebrow raises and he shifts back down, his hips lining up again as he hovers just over Katsuki’s face.
“Your hands,” the hand still around Katsuki’s wrists squeeze hard enough to make him wince, and Katsuki’s eyes flutter. “Stay here. I don’t care how sensitive you are.”
“I-“
“I’m not done with you. I’m not stopping until I am done,” Eijirou snaps. Katsuki feels like he’s melting under his glare. “You don’t get to move as a punishment for cumming without permission.”
Katsuki just blinks. His throat is in knots, his fists are twisted up tight.
Eijirou pulls back and looks down his nose. It makes Katsuki feel like scum and he hates how intensely his gut swirls because of it. “Nod if you understand.”
He nods. He isn’t sure why Eijirou even bothers with orders like that- as if he doesn’t already know everything Katsuki is thinking and feeling.
Katsuki feels the stretch again as Eijirou slides back into him- feels it almost as intense as it felt the first time. He arches and whines, his hands shaking and he feels his bottom lip tremble when Eijirou releases them and leaves him to keep himself in place.
And it’s fucking hard.
He’s on fire, burning from the core, the rim of his ass burns and aches with each thrust. Over sensitivity and sharp stinging pain twirl with each other with each snap of Eijirou’s hips, and against his will Katsuki feels tears already starting to spring up in his eyes.
“Fuck, just when I thought you could get any hotter inside-“
Katsuki’s whine cuts through the atmosphere, and Eijirou’s strained moan follows it. His hands find Katsuki’s hips and clamp down on them, fingertips digging into his skin so hard he’s almost positive they’ll bruise.
“H.. it h-hurts-“
“You can take it. I’ve given you worse before,” Eijirou growls against the skin of his throat.
Katsuki feels frustration tug at his face, and he lifts his hips and squirms as much as he can. “S just cause of- your- stup-id fucki- ing- big- d-dick-“
Eijirou’s chuckle is far too breathless and weak now, but it’s oddly calming all the same. “Surprised you can still talk after cumming like that.”
And then he goes faster, and harder- the only noises in the room are the skin of their hips snapping together and Katsuki’s borderline sobs. His body bends harder and harsher with every passing moment, the tip of his cock throbs with each thrust. Panic is starting to join the onslaught of feeling. He doesn’t know what to do. He wants to flail, he wants to push and thrash against Eijirou’s body but he’s not supposed to move his hands.
He forces himself not to cry as long as he can. He digs his teeth into his lip and tries not to hyperventilate too hard. If he.. if he could just touch, if he could move anywhere other than above his head- no.. no, even if Eijirou held him there, he would be okay, he’d be able to breathe. Just anything would help.
“P-please- can’t-“ and yeah, his voice is shot and thick with saliva but he can’t even find it in him to care.
Oh, his brain is going now. He’s feeling fuzzy.
“You want me to tie you, Katsuki?” How does he know it’s the hands?
“No, no no no no I-“ a desperate, chopped breath- “want-“ Katsuki’s legs tighten around his waist. “J-ust h-old me down- please- your hand-“
“God..” Eijirou practically moans into the corner of his jaw, and Katsuki shakes with need as one hand lets go of his hip and presses down on his wrists. “You’re so cute .”
Maybe it’s the relief that pushes the tears from his eyes, maybe it’s still the oversensitivity, but they fall smoothly down his cheeks all the same.
It’s much easier to let things happen after that. When he feels like flailing, he does, and Eijirou catches him. Meets him where he is, and fucks him into oblivion. Each drive into him gets fiercer and fiercer, and Eijirou’s moans and grunts stop sounding so restrained and start sounding more guttural- like he’s finally letting himself go too.
And Katsuki doesn’t know why; maybe it’s the terrifying, overwhelming feeling of his impending second orgasm- maybe it’s the closeness, maybe it’s just everything that’s happening. But he feels humor bubble in his chest. He’s breathless, he’s squirming and the need to touch himself is mind numbing, but it’s also so fucking funny. This whole thing. Eijirou and him, here, after what feels like forever.
That’s so funny. Fuck.
And he laughs.
It’s a cracked, high laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. A smile splits his face, so big he can’t remember the last time he felt one like it. He feels so fucking good. Tingly, and hot, and full of pressure. And his heart feels like it’s soaring.
Of course though, Eijirou slows down as Katsuki laughs, his face lifting from his neck to look down at his messy, slightly strained smile. Katsuki isn’t looking, but he mentally bets himself his face is riddled with worry.
“What is it?” Yeah, he’s definitely a little worried. Katsuki wants to laugh harder as his hips stop completely but he forces himself to calm down. “Are you okay?”
Katsuki breathes around moans as his laughter dwindles, hiding his face in his bicep. “You.. you love me, huh?”
The air turns fond again. Katsuki doesn’t need to look at him to know his face has morphed into one of those annoyingly cute, gentle smiles. His hand tightens comfortingly around Katsuki’s wrists.
“Uh huh.”
“I love you too.”
Eijirou makes a sound that sort of strikes Katsuki between a whimper and a sound like he was punched in the gut. He can feel his eyes lock in sharper on Katsuki’s face, feel his hips twitch and his fingers tighten just subtly. It wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t a secret between them either. Katsuki loves him, and they both know it.
Maybe being fucked into a puddle is what he needed to break down enough to give it words.
“Say it again.”
Ah. Eijirou’s voice is darker. It’s tinging into that familiar, low tone that makes Katsuki shiver with arousal. Katsuki gasps, his back arches, and damn him-
“ Eij- “
“Say. It. Again.” Eijirou growls, dipping close, hot breath landing on Katsuki’s jaw. Katsuki whines, he hates it but he does, fuck, Eijirou’s fucking him again- “Say it and I’ll make you cum.”
Well fuck. Katsuki is too messed up to turn down an offer like that.
“I- l-o ve-!”
He can’t even finish against the weight and power of Eijirou’s thrusts. His eyes roll, and his cock throbs, and he gives into every warm feeling he has.
His voice is so high, so strained and unrecognizable in his own ears, but he can’t think hard enough to be upset about it. A small voice whispers to him that he’s probably sounded worse in bed before.
And his second orgasm smooths over him much gentler than the first, building fast and light as soon as a warm hand slides over the tip of his cock. It makes Katsuki keen in pleasure, back bending, his cheek pressing into his bicep as he moans so loud he sort of wants to muffle himself.
Sort of.
“F-ck, Eijirou I- fu-”
“Gonna make me cum,” Eijirou grumbles. His hips slide off rhythm. “ Fuck -”
Katsuki tumbles. His cry falls on deaf ears, his cock hurts as he spurts up onto his chest and over Eijirou’s fingers- it hurts but he can feel how he flutters and tightens around Eijirou and he forgets about the sting.
And he feels Eijirou throb and twitch inside him as he cums, as he spills into the condom right along with him. He tries to focus on it, he wants to focus on everything at once. His own pleasure; his buzzing, overwhelmed body, the feeling in his chest- his heart, Eijirou’s noises, Eijirou’s reaction…
It’s wonderful. Katsuki isn’t sure if they’ve ever finished at the same time before.
The come down is light and easy, compared to usual. Katsuki doesn’t feel fuzzy or out of it as Eijirou leans in to kiss his forehead, as he brushes his bangs out of the way and hums against his sweaty skin. He slides out and Katsuki grimaces, taking a sharp, deep breath and jumping a bit against the mattress. He’s not even under and he fucking hates that part.
Eijirou groans lightly, kissing him lightly one more time before sitting up and tying off the condom. Katsuki blinks down, watching his shaky hands tie the elastic in a knot. Eijirou is shaking . Why the fuck is that so cute?
“Trash?”
Katsuki brings his arms back down, eyes still on the condom and Eijirou’s fingers. He came a lot. “‘S in the bathroom. Just put it on the f’ckin table right now.”
“Kay,” Eijirou says softly, leaning over and placing it on the dark wood. He comes back and hovers over Katsuki for a second, red pouring into red.
It’s sweet. Captivating. Katsuki wonders distantly if he’ll ever not be entranced by Eijirou’s stupid big eyes.
But they close again with a smile, and Katsuki feels his face pull back into his normal pout. Eijirou’s arms tremble holding himself up, something Katsuki just barely notices before he collapses onto Katsuki and pushes the air aggressively from his chest with his weight.
“ Oi-” Katsuki wheezes, chest concaved under Eijirou’s huge fucking body. “Fucker-”
“ God that was great,” Eijirou says happily into the skin of his pec. “Huh?”
Katsuki scowls at the top of his red hair. He tries to be mad. He does, for a little. But it fades out with the pleasant atmosphere, with the solid breath against his chest, with the warmth blanketing his body.
“You’re gross,” is all he has left of his bitterment. His arms wind their way around the back of Eijjrou’s neck and shoulders, holding him. He isn’t sure they’ve ever cuddled like this. God, are they cuddling right now?
“Emotionally or physically?”
Katsuki blinks up at the ceiling, his heart pounding in his chest. This might be the most present he’s felt after having sex since since he and Eijirou first met. “Yes.”
There’s a momentary pause. A loaded pause, that seems to remind the both what Katsuki just fucking said. And then the world comes spinning down.
“Ooooo-” Eijirou coos, fingers sliding up Katsuki’s sides teasingly. God damn it. “You~ love~ me~~”
Katsuki bangs his fist down once, albeit lightly, on the top of Eijirou’s head, his face flaming red. “Like you didn’t already fucking know, asshole.”
Eijirou swoops up to him, and kisses him before he can so much as blink. It’s warm. His lips are warm, and he’s smiling against Katsuki’s mouth. It’s just a press, something gentle, and then he presses their foreheads together and puts a palm on Katsuki’s chest, right above his heart. It’s so fucking tender it makes Katsuki feel a little off-kilter. Disoriented.
“Course I knew,” Eijirou chirps. “But tell me again.”
“No fucking way,” Katsuki glares, hitting him again on his stupid skull. Such an asshole .
“Pleeaaaseee~”
Dear fucking god, now he’s whimpering about it, ducking down and kissing around Katsuki’s neck and jaw despite Katsuki squirming away and hitting him as much as he can.
“Never again.”
“Don’t tell me you’ll only say it during sex~ Katsukiiii~”
“Have you always been this whiney?”
“ Please ? Just sometimes?”
Katsuki sighs, finally giving up and dying out on the bed under Eijirou’s lips. He glares up at the ceiling and despite himself feels a little smile tug at his lips. This is fun. It’s fun.
Eh.
“I’m not promising shit,” Katsuki growls, still low, before lifting up and ducking smoothly around to breathe against the shell of Eijirou’s ear. Then, ever so gently, in maybe the quietest voice he’s ever used, “... but I love you.”
Eijirou’s cute little child-like squeal and the way he hugs Katsuki just tight enough to push laughter from his lungs will probably be stuck in his memory for a long, long time.