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The apartment is quiet and dark when Hitoshi enters and begins to kick off his boots. He breathes in the familiar scent of home, noting that Katsuki must have cleaned today when the light scent of lemon and clean linen drifts through his nose. He treads softly on bare feet down the hall and silently cracks the door open. Katsuki is nothing but a tuft of blonde hair, body buried under their plush comforter. Soft snores and steady breaths are the only sound in the room. A small smile creeps to Hitoshi’s lips as he quietly unwraps his scarf and hangs it on the hook next to the door. Setting his voice modulator on the dresser, he sees a hastily scribbled note in the dim light filtering through their mostly closed curtains.
Been waiting all day for your dumbass, wake me when you get home. -K
Hitoshi smirks, knowing that’s Katsuki-speak for I missed you. It’s taken him a little over two years to be able to fluently translate Katsuki’s love language of thinly veiled insults and bossy tirades. Frankly, Hitoshi finds it all adorable. He’d been smitten from the beginning, knowing that underneath it all is a sensitive ball of fluff with sky high walls. Hitoshi had taken great pleasure in scaling those walls and seducing the fire-breathing dragon hidden within. Turns out that the dragon is weak to perpetually tired assholes with a big dick and filthy mouth that comes with a helping heap of praise and reassurance. Whereas, Hitoshi is pretty sure that he’s irrevocably “Katsuki-Sexual” with his weakness for feral little blonde gremlins full of piss and vinegar that cook like gods and fuck like pornstars. They’re a certifiable match made in hell, but they live for each other.
Hitoshi silently strips off his jumpsuit and boxers before lifting the comforter and sliding into bed. He snuggles in behind his feisty little blonde and startles when he feels nothing but soft bare skin brush against his front. Hitoshi has always slept in the nude, but Katsuki is near anal about wearing at least a pair of boxers and a tank top to bed…says if he sleeps nude he has nightmares about being naked in public. When he’d first explained, Hitoshi had fallen off the couch and had tears streaming from his eyes from laughing. He’d gotten a pillow to the face and death threats for his outburst. Now, he lightly runs his fingers over Katsuki’s ribs and presses a kiss to his shoulder. He knows a glaring invitation when he sees one.
He’s been gone for nearly a month on an undercover mission and hasn’t been able to contact Katsuki the entire time. It had been nearly unbearable. He finds that as time goes on, the longer missions seem to get harder and harder, knowing that Katsuki is here waiting for him. When he started in the underground network, he never imagined being able to have something like this…never imagined that he could fall so hard and fast…yet here he is, still falling into the bottomless chasm that is Katsuki.
It was only ever supposed to be a one-night thing, stress relief for the both of them one night after the Annual Heroes Gala. They both loathed social events with a passion and had decided to take refuge in the same dark corner of the ballroom. One thing led to another after an hour of heated banter, leaving them both sweaty and tangled together in Katsuki’s sheets. But then, it happened again…and again…and again after that. Soon, Hitoshi found that he loathed leaving after the act, and wanted to stay cuddled next to the blonde until the morning. Katsuki started making them both breakfast after their trysts, making Hitoshi’s coffee just the way he likes it. Overnights turned into entire weekends, which turned into cuddles and movie nights. It evolved into long talks over dinner and waiting up for the other after long shifts. Before long, they were moving in together. And before either of them knew it…they were inextricably linked together and their orbits altered to circle around one another.
Hitoshi scooches in closer, wrapping an arm around Katsuki’s waist and pulling him until there’s no space between them. Katsuki quietly grunts at the disturbance, but doesn’t wake. Hitoshi’s fingers have a mind of their own as he pets down over Katsuki’s navel, brushing through the soft blonde hairs of his happy trail. Hitoshi lets out a soft groan when he reaches Katsuki’s dick to find that it’s already half hard. He wonders what the blonde is dreaming about as he grabs the shaft in his hand and gives it a light stroke. Katsuki’s hips twitch at the stimulation when Hitoshi repeats the action. The only time Katsuki wakes up in a good mood is if Hitoshi wakes him with the promise of an orgasm or three. He strokes Katsuki lightly, careful not to wake the blonde, until the length in his hand is full and leaking. He lays it gently against Katsuki’s thigh and runs his hands over Katsuki’s plush hip before stroking down into the cleft of his ass. More than once, Hitoshi has fingered Katsuki awake before impaling him on his thick cock making his baby cry out and cum just from being full. He drags his fingers through Katsuki’s crevice searching until his fingers trail over something he didn’t expect.
The smooth feel of a silicone base greets Hitoshi’s questing fingers and this time his groan is louder and he briefly abandons his search to toss the covers off of them and reach for the lube that is already sitting on the nightstand. Katsuki had already stretched and prepped for his arrival and his already throbbing cock jerks while wondering if his boyfriend had been plugged all day while waiting for him. Fuck… the thought of Katsuki cleaning house and running errands with his ass stuffed full has Hitoshi scrambling to lube his cock. His hips thrust into his hand as he spreads the thick cool gel over his stiff and heated flesh. His fingers fly back to the plug base between thick globes of fair flesh and he grips his carefully between two fingers and begins to pull.
Katsuki lets out a harsh exhale as Hitoshi watches the thick bulge begin to pull past Katsuki’s tight little rim, stretching it wide. Hitoshi is thankful for the light between the curtains, casting a dim glow over the bed from the outside street lamp as he continues to pull slowly. Katsuki doesn’t shift or move even as his rim flares wide around the thick silicone before popping out with a lewd wet squelch. Hitoshi stares as Katsuki’s hole gapes and twitches. The plug he pulled out is one he’s never seen before, long and thick, just slightly smaller than his own cock. His little KitKat wanted to be fucked awake and Hitoshi is all too happy to fulfill the wish.
He leans over and kisses against Katsuki’s neck, and checks to make sure the blonde’s eyes are still twitching behind closed eyelids, deeply asleep. Katsuki has always been a sound sleeper and Hitoshi smirks while he carefully notches his cock at Katsuki’s wide wet entrance. Pressing just his tip inside, Hitoshi nearly growls at the tight wet suction that greets him. He presses in slowly, feeding it inch by inch into the silky cavern and his cock throbs as it’s encased in familiar warmth and pressure. The slide is easy and smooth as he gives in and thrusts the rest of his cock in to the hilt. He pauses for only a moment to see if Katsuki will wake, but when there’s no reaction, he slowly pulls his hips back. Katsuki’s hips roll backwards in a subconscious movement, like he’s reluctant to let Hitoshi’s cock retreat. Even in sleep, Katsuki’s hole begs to be full.
Hitoshi continues rolling his hips gently, sedately fucking inside Katsuki while listening to his soft breaths. He could spend eternity like this, just filling his boyfriend again and again. He shifts his arm and reaches over Katsuki once more to grab his dick and begins stroking over the soft skin in time with his thrusts.
Katsuki typically likes it rough, loves to be dominated and pounded into oblivion, so Hitoshi takes just a few minutes to enjoy this quiet moment of intimacy. Hitoshi loves fucking Katsuki until he’s a blubbering drooling mess… lives to see that fucked out look in hazy ruby eyes and knowing that Katsuki’s balls have run dry. But after being away for so long, it’s nice to feel his boyfriend in his arms while he makes love to him…and Hitoshi does love him. He’s already bought the ring and it sits in his jumpsuit pocket, waiting for tomorrow when he plans to get on one knee and ask Katsuki to be his forever. He knows that Katsuki will say yes, they’ve spent many long nights discussing the future, hints of permanence that Hitoshi knows they both crave. Little wings beat behind his ribs just thinking about it. But tonight, he plans on fucking his soon-to-be husband into the mattress.
His thrusts pick up while he works Katsuki’s cock a little harder. Katsuki’s breaths pick up and he grumbles lightly, clearly not ready to wake up yet, but that’s okay…Hitoshi knows that a good orgasm will be better than any cup of coffee on the planet. Katsuki’s legs begin to tremble and Hitoshi grins at the tell-tale sign that Katsuki is about to cum. He tightens his grip on Katsuki’s cock and that’s all it takes for warm spurts of thick white liquid to erupt from the tip as tremors roll through Katsuki’s body.
“Fuuuuuuck…” Katsuki groans, voice low and groggy.
Hitoshi hums in agreement. “Did you miss me, baby?” He gently releases Katsuki’s cock, not wanting to overstimulate him too soon and grips Katsuki’s hip and continues to fuck into him at a leisurely pace. Katsuki groans again.
“When’d you get back?” Katsuki slurs, still trying to rouse.
“Just got in a few minutes ago,” Hitoshi growls and nips at the back of Katsuki’s neck. “Just couldn’t help myself…my good boy laying here all plugged up and waiting for me.”
Katsuki lets out a low moan and rocks his hips backwards to meet Hitoshi’s cock. “You were taking too fucking long to get here,” he grouses.
“Mmmmm…did you have your cute little ass stuffed all day?” Hitoshi pulls on Katsuki’s hip and grinds in deep.
“Didn’t know when you’d be here, so I prepped this morning,” Katsuki explains, strained while Hitoshi keeps his cock buried deep, still grinding against his plushy walls.
“Fuck, that’s hot, KitKat. Wish I could’ve gotten here sooner to watch you clean the house with your hole stretched out. Would’ve bent you over the washer and fucked you full. Maybe again over the kitchen table. Then again over the back of the couch.” Hitoshi draws his hips back until only his tip remains, tightens his hand bruisingly over Katsuki’s hip and then sharply plunges inside, making Katsuki yelp. “Guess I just have to make up for it now, don’t I? I’ve got three weeks worth of orgasms saved up just for you.”
“Fuck, please,” Katsuki grunts as Hitoshi starts up a harder pace and angles his hips to aim for that spot that always makes Katsuki cream the sheets. “Hito…” he lets out on a sharp exhale.
“Such a good boy,” Hitoshi praises. “Letting me wake you with my cock…” He feels Katsuki clench down with his words. Katsuki once told him that Hitoshi could read a drilling manual and he’d get hard just hearing Hitoshi’s voice. Since then, Hitoshi has made it a point to ramble all of his dirty thoughts out loud just to make Katsuki squirm and moan around his cock. “Feel so good around me. Always so fucking tight.”
Hitoshi runs his hand up Katsuki’s abdomen to his firm chest and pinches a nipple between his fingers and begins to mercilessly abuse the little nub. Katsuki’s hips buck backwards at the stimulation. “That’s it, KitKat, fuck yourself on my cock while I play with your little tits.” Hitoshi swaps to the other nipple and twists it meanly. Katsuki’s noises grow in volume and Hitoshi smirks thinking about the impending noise complaint from the neighbors.
“Harder,” Katsuki rasps out and Hitoshi’s hand trails upwards to Katsuki’s neck and encircles his throat.
“Yeah? You want it harder, baby?” Hitoshi snarls and begins railing his hips against Katsuki’s ass and squeezes lightly on the sides of Katsuki’s neck possessively. His balls are beginning to draw up tightly and his cock gives little pulses in preparation.
Katsuki’s legs begin to shake again as Hitoshi pummels his little spot while Katsuki moans and curses. Hitoshi tightens his hand around Katsuki’s throat, muffling his noises and shoves his face into Katsuki’s hair. “Fuck, I missed you, KitKat,” he groans. “Missed you so fucking much. I fucking love you... Cum for me, baby. Let it all out.”
Katsuki lets out a shrill cry and Hitoshi knows the sheets will need to be changed later. Katsuki’s hole tightens like a vice over Hitoshi’s cock and his own orgasm rakes through his body, forcing him to grind deep inside Katsuki as his cock pumps a flood of pent up cum inside.
They both lay there for several minutes panting in the afterglow. “A month is too long. Missed you…” Katsuki murmurs through harsh breaths and reaches up to grab Hitoshi’s hand from where it had been resting lightly against his collarbone. He tangles their fingers together and pulls Hitoshi’s arm tighter over his middle. Hitoshi smiles and nuzzles into the back of his hair, landing a series of butterfly kisses over his wheat blonde strands.
“You missed my dick…” Hitoshi teases lightly and leans up to kiss the sensitive spot behind Katsuki’s ear.
“That too,” Katsuki sighs and tightens his grip over Hitoshi’s hand.
He loves Katsuki all the time, but especially when he’s fucked out and soft. It’s a side of the blonde that only Hitoshi is allowed to see. Only he is privileged with a cracked open and vulnerable Katsuki and he would walk through hell itself to cherish that privilege. He keeps Katsuki’s heart close to his chest and will do just about anything to protect it.
“Thank you for being mine,” Hitoshi rumbles against the back of Katsuki’s neck.
Katsuki turns to look over his shoulder, allowing Hitoshi the opportunity to catch his lips. Their kiss is timeless and languid, lips sensually moving together and tongues tangling like they’ve had lifetimes to get it just right. Hitoshi had been shocked and honored when he and Katsuki first made out just outside of the Gala ballroom doors to find out that the blonde had never been kissed before. Katsuki had had one night stands since maturing into adulthood, but never had anyone bothered to taste him. Hitoshi had been the first and if he has anything to say about it…he’ll be Katsuki’s last.
When he pulls away, he looks down into those gemstone eyes and knows in his gut that they were made for one another. Call him sappy or romantic, or maybe just stubborn, but this man is his…
“You’re mine too, dumbass. Always will be,” Katsuki mutters when they separate.
Hitoshi thinks about the ring hidden across the room. Tomorrow, he’s taking Katsuki hiking on his favorite trail. Hitoshi isn’t much of an ‘outdoors’ kind of person, but he knows how much Katsuki enjoys getting away from the city and breathing the fresh air. He has one particular trail that he loves to go to when things get overwhelming, had told Hitoshi that it’s his ‘happy place’ the first time Katsuki had dragged him kicking and complaining to the trailhead only a month into their relationship. Now, Hitoshi smiles at the memory and hopes that tomorrow it can become ‘Their’ happy place.
“You gonna let me take you hiking tomorrow?” Hitoshi murmurs and lands a kiss against Katsuki’s cheek.
The blonde looks back at him with an eyebrow raised. “You fucking hate hiking…” he mutters suspiciously.
“I’ve spent the month in the bowels of the city’s underground, I’d like to get out for a little bit,” he fibs. “Maybe you can take me back to that trail that you showed me.”
Katsuki’s expression softens and the corner of his lips quirk up, barely concealing the pleased excitement that Hitoshi can read like a neon sign. “Okay,” he agrees easily and Hitoshi does an internal victory lap.
Hitoshi smirks then, “You should wear the plug, baby.” He doesn’t want Katsuki’s over-analytical brain thinking about his reasons for the impromptu trip request. Time to get his baby thinking about something else…
Katsuki snorts at the comment. Now that he’s said it, Hitoshi can stop thinking about it. Fuck, once he puts a ring on that finger, he just knows that he’s going to want to push Katsuki up against the nearest tree and further cement his claim. His spent cock begins to fill again as the images flood his brain. He swears that his lust grows parallel with his love, both increasing with every day that passes.
He gently extracts his fingers from Katsuki’s and reaches down between them to thrust three of them in Katsuki’s sloppy hole that’s dripping with Hitoshi’s cum. He twists them past the soft rim and Katsuki gasps.
“You’re right, KitKat. A month is far too long…” Hitoshi mutters darkly and begins thrusting his fingers inside. “Roll to your stomach, baby,” he instructs and pulls his fingers away to reach for the lube once again to slick his quickly hardening cock. He gives it a few anticipatory pulls.
Katsuki readily rolls to his stomach and Hitoshi straddles his thighs on his knees, pushing Katsuki’s legs tightly together. He slaps down hard against one of Katsuki’s cheeks, making Katsuki jolt and shout. He slaps the other cheek to make them match before pushing his cock through tightly clenched globes, finding Katsuki’s still slightly gaping entrance with ease and pushing in.
They groan simultaneously. “Fuck, so full,” Katsuki grunts as Hitoshi bottoms out. Katsuki is so fucking tight like this, Hitoshi’s cock is practically strangled in heat.
Hitoshi rolls his hips a few times, pushing in deep long strokes. He reaches out and spreads Katsuki’s cheeks wide just to watch his cock disappear inside. “Goddamn, baby, your ass is fucking perfect. Taking it all, just sucking me in.”
Katsuki lets out a mewl that makes Hitoshi’s balls pulse. He lays over the top of Katsuki, smothering his smaller body under him. He grabs Katsuki’s hands, lacing their fingers together and pushes them above their heads while rutting his hips down into Katsuki who is panting wildly.
“Do you like this, KitKat? Like being underneath me while I fuck my load into you?” Hitoshi growls next to Katsuki’s ear. Every time he’s inside his boyfriend, he can’t help the pure filth that seems to run out of his mouth.
“Fuck yes, love it,” Katsuki huffs through wild breaths.
Hitoshi grins and bites down into his shoulder hard enough to bruise, he sucks hard, making sure that blood rises to the surface to leave a noticeable mark while Katsuki curses. “Gonna spend the rest of my life spoiling this little hole, baby. Gonna spend it between your legs making you cum your fucking brains out. Gonna spend it holding you close and never letting you go. You’re mine, baby.”
Katsuki moans and clenches down at Hitoshi’s words. He doesn’t respond, but Hitoshi doesn’t need him to. They’ve never really needed words to understand each other. While Hitoshi spills dirty words into his ears, Katsuki is catching all of his subtext…words of affirmation, of commitment, of promise, and devotion. He’s soaking it up like a sponge and letting it sink into his bones. Hitoshi will continue telling him, because he knows that it makes his baby happy.
He grinds in harder and faster, making the headboard slam against the wall. Katsuki’s sweaty fingers grip so tightly to Hitoshi’s, like he’s worried that he’s going to fall off the edge of the earth and Hitoshi is the only thing keeping him anchored. “You’re so beautiful, love. So smart. So talented and caring. So fucking strong and passionate,” Hitoshi rambles. “I’m going to spend my whole life loving you. You’re fucking mine, Katsuki. You’re mine, baby…”
“Fuck, Hito. Gonna–” This time Katsuki clenches down so hard that Hitoshi’s hips stall. A full body shudder has Katsuki’s body seizing beneath him with a guttural moan that Hitoshi can feel through his skin.
“That’s right, baby. Cum on my cock,” Hitoshi murmurs into his hair and resumes his thrusting when Katsuki’s spasming muscles relax again. He uses his feet to pull Katsuki’s legs apart, spreading them wide, opening up his cheeks and allowing Hitoshi to press deeper. He keeps his strokes slow and deep.
“God…” Katsuki groans and shivers, no doubt sensitive after three orgasms already.
Hitoshi feels his second one creeping up, building in his abdomen and swelling his balls, but he can still last awhile like this, just working Katsuki slowly and surely. Katsuki buries his face in the sheets and moans against the fabric when Hitoshi releases his fingers, grabs his wrists, and twists his arms behind his back while sitting up between Katsuki’s spread thighs. He uses his hold on Katsuki’s arms to pull him backwards onto his cock with each slow and punishing thrust. “I know you like it fast, KitKat, but tonight I’m gonna draw it out and show you just how much I love you. This hole deserves to be worshiped slowly, thoroughly,” Hitoshi grits out.
Hitoshi does just that. For several minutes, he just works Katsuki back and forth, drilling his insides with slow deep claiming strokes. His orgasm continues to build into a patient inferno while Katsuki lets out soft sounds of pleasure. Usually, Katsuki would complain about the glacial pace, but tonight, it’s like there’s something is exquisitely charged between them, something electric that they both want to soak in.
“Hito, please,” Katsuki pleads quietly after a while. “Please cum inside, wanna feel you.”
Those simple begging words are enough to unravel Hitoshi and he pulls tightly against Katsuki’s arms, jerking him backwards while Hitoshi presses flush to his ass and paints his insides white with a torrent of cum. It feels like his orgasm rolls through him in intense waves, making his eyes clench closed in ecstasy.
When it’s over, he pulls his sensitive and softened cock from Katsuki and spreads his cheeks to watch his cum begin to trickle from his gaping hole. Unable to resist, he scoops the cum up on his fingers and presses it back inside and Katsuki twitches at the touch. He rubs his fingers deep inside sloshy wet insides, searching. When Katsuki jolts and lets out a breathless sound, Hitoshi immediately puts one hand on Katsuki’s hip to keep him still while he suddenly pummels his fingers against that spot, determined to make his baby cum again. He wants one more.
“Hito!” Katsuki cries desperately. “I can’t—Fuck!”
“Yes, you can, my love. Give me one more. Let me feel you,” Hitoshi demands.
Katsuki’s legs shake violently as Hitoshi violently assaults his prostate. This isn’t their first time playing with overstimulation… He knows that Katsuki fucking loves it. He loves being wrung out, loose-limbed, and fucked until he’s begging to stop.
“Come on, KitKat. Tighten this little hole. Really feel it. Give it to me,” Hitoshi commands roughly.
“Jesus Christ! Motherfucking shit!” Katsuki wails as his whole body suddenly tenses and his back arches upwards, face buried in the covers as he continues to scream and curse while another orgasm slams through him. When he finally collapses, Hitoshi finally pulls his fingers away and crawls back up beside Katsuki to pull him into his side.
“C’mere, baby,” he whispers and Katsuki slowly rolls over to face him, putting his head in the crook of Hitoshi’s shoulder. Hitoshi brushes the sweaty hair away from his face and kisses his damp forehead. “I love you so much,” he rumbles softly.
Katsuki nuzzles against his skin, not cracking his eyes open, clearly exhausted. “Love you too, Hito.”
“Get some sleep, baby,” Hitoshi says gently. “Got a big day ahead of us,” he whispers and smiles knowing that tomorrow, he’s gonna put a ring on it…the first day of their forever.