[ The tone was enough to keep him grounded right where he was, whilst his skin crawled with the excitement felt every time he knew Katsuki was near, every time he heard the blonde in public, at a distance, the thrill of catching a glimpse of him on the tv or passing by. Sometimes, amongst friendly company, and those he trusted most Eijirou would joke about believing his Quirk knew Katsuki so well- both the way the explosive mans blistering Quirk burned to the way those rough and battle worn palms felt touching him...
His Quirk has learned what Katsuki meant- a rush, excitement, danger, thrill and joy. Everything that came with falling for the loudest boy in the room.]
You don't have to tell me twice~ [ A BIG toothy smiiiiile tugs up his cheeks again, only for him to feign a wince at the light bites he was being attacked with, he'd always told him to be careful about biting him- it was risky business, but Katsuki never listened. Until lips touch his nose, Red preens, watching his boyfriend get up and lays down the law-- crimson orbs drag up to watch the other man stand as he complains about the kisses, and he smiles, blinking-] whaaat? I was just giving you a preview of how good of a massage 'm gonna give you~
[ A silly wag of the brows- until he's promised Katsuki for the night.
Eijirou perks up, ready to jump onto his feet only to pause and do a double-take glance back down to their bowls of food. His was half eaten from all the talking- so he leans over, quick and scoops one, two, three, mouthfuls of cold noodles. Any food cooked by a Bakugou was sacred- so he eats until his cheeks are full and he chews; plus, spending time with his favorite blonde took a lot of calories- massage or not.]
wa'sh wrr-ng wif ledding dem doo-- mm, eet? [ He stands up, nursing a forth ball of noodles as he sluuuurps it up; his final bite. And starts picking up the bowls; Katsuki cooks, so he picks up. Talking around a cheek full of soba was hard, so he effectively leans, stretching to get their cups; he chugs his own for good measure. The idea of movers all gone as he thinks about something else- Excited Dog Syndrome. Then he turns to smile, his tongue licking the edge of his lips-] when I move, we should do like, I cook for you one night of the week or two! That way- we share the load, you like that idea?
[ He's balancing the bowls and dishes back to the sink, he's neat about it- just like how he knows Katsuki does it. Rinsing them a bit first. He wasn't the best cook, but he could.... cook. Stuff.]
Uh-huh. [He better not have to repeat himself. Even if some tiny stupid part of him wanted to. If only to see Eijirou's huge grin spread cross his face once more, showing dimples in his cheeks and gleaming white teeth all sharp and perfectly fitting together in a way Katsuki knew so well. From pictures taken together to flashes across the room to his tongue trailing from one ridge to another. Never once has he been afraid of Eijirou's teeth, even if he grouses, shouts, or snarls when they're intimate or his boyfriend nips him or hickeys happen. Hard to say the redhead's doing anything wrong with Katsuki's digging in his fingers into his hair and refusing to let him off his neck, arm, thigh, wherever the fuck he's biting him. Because he doesn't ever want his man to think any part of him is "less" than his others.
Okay, minus his extra bicep he calls a brain. Katsuki's still not matured from whapping Eijirou on the skull for being a nimrod at times. Scarlet irises trail down his back and shoulder, following him into the kitchen proper as he takes their things to the counter. Somewhere in all the talk, flirts, plans, and messing around, dinner was had. Good. He'd be pissed if Eijirou ended up going to bed hungry. A flat-faced scowl graces his sink along with sliding dishes and utensils into its basin.] Your previews lead right into the damn movie.
[He knows himself! Once those manly paws start going on his body, there are only two end routes he can arrive at: pouncing on his boyfriend in a heated frenzy, or nodding off into a bone-melted stupor because someone's turned his muscles into fucking mush. Eijirou's finishing up his dinner behind him; he's heard those mouthful inhales before. Puffed cheeks like a damn hamster, jaws working overtime for shredding and mashing until he can gulp whatever he's got in his mouth down his gullet in parts. Race to the finish eating. Eijirou style.]
You want someone going through your shit and making decisions about it while you're not there?! [What, he speaks Stuffed-Mouth-Boyfriend fluently. Water sluices over his bowl and plate, fingers wiping across the surface a few times to clear it of sauce strains. As tidy as he is about making sure he's not wasting food, Katsuki's mom didn't train him to lick the goddamn plate. That's what rice is for. Here comes the rest of the dinner ware, efficiently bundled in Eijirou's arms. Thanks for getting the cup, babe. He abandons the sink one Red arrives and heads for the leftovers, leaving the rest of cleaning dishes to his boyfriend. Not much needed to go away, some soba in a container, salad in a container, soup simply clamped with a lid on the pot before sleeping in the fridge.]
Improve on your cooking skills first. [Eijirou isn't completely inept, but unless he wants simple + efficient one or two meals a week, Katsuki better yank his boyfriend's culinary grades up.] For the first month, I cook, you clean. [Eijirou's adopted the blonde's high standards in a few things, to the point Katsuki doesn't fuss at him for cleaning the kitchen and packing the dishwasher. He's still particular about where things go once dried, but Eijirou'll learn that over time even better than he does now.]
[ Most of the time. Other times Eijirou tended to start something he didn't have time to finish, especially if either of them had a meeting or some PR thing to rush off too. Those instances tended to end in a very frustrated and pissy Katsuki- and a very late and apologetic Red Riot entering the scene late. Sometimes. ] ... sometimes the "movies" just... too good to miss~?
... ... [As he stands by near the sink, Red smiles from ear to ear as he watched the blonde rinse some of the dishes first- Eijirou arches a brow as he waits- of course Katsuki has to have a hand in the cleaning even if he leaves it for Eijirou to finish. Like clock work, he steps up right behind as his boyfriend pivots to take on the left overs- as they brush past east other, Red smiiiles and wags his brows-] I meaan, is that a bad thing? It's not like I own anything of value? [ Eijirou is good at cleaning- task oriented and diligent- even takes off the little silicon inset off their water flasks to clean in it. Dishes were easy- though, he was an advocate for using the washing machine at his place. ] I don't mind? Maybe I can go get my most important stuff ahead of time and let them go at it? Makes sense to me... [ Katsuki had a point- making presence would avoid anything going missing, but as he thinks about it more...]
Everything that I care about is already here anyways? [ Its the truth, so he's unaware of how easily it comes out, hyper focused on carefully assembling the clean dish he just washed on the rack for the most efficient stacking! As he's done, Kirishima rubs his hands dry on his sweatpants (whoops!) and turns to perk up- at his assigned role for the first month-]
Hmmmmm- Yes, Sir! [ He salutes!!! Toned right arm flexing as he squares his shoulders- grinning playfully; it leads him to lean back against the counter, half twisting his body to grab a (decorative) hand towel and he wipes the wet counter dry... It's such a familiar and foreign feeling to think he would be spending most of his meals there now.
Eijirou stays there, wiping the same spot on the counter for a second longer, until he realizes what he's doing and stops- blinking to look over at Katsuki with a sheepish smile-] ah... I think... it just hit me...? [ At his big age, he blushes a little bit up his neck and ears.
They're going to be living together from then on out. And then he blushes harder-] We're gonna have to tell your mom!
hmph. [He only partially believes that. Pissed him off each time his man started something intimate or hinting that way and they got cut off before they fucking finished! Whether it was making out in the hallway or a handsy greeting en route right before the stupid doors opened. Of course he was angry! He wanted to pin his man to the wall and make those hinting notions a reality! A certain Red Riot ended up paying for it hard when they got back together and had the proper time to completely wreck him.] as if i'd let you get away with that.
[Eijirou isn't gonna "miss" any movie he shows trailers for. Leaving his dishes for the other man to handle, he sets about transferring the remaining food from serving bowls and cooking pots to containers. Plastic lids of green, blue, and red snap over their clear frames, sealing everything up for later. Most of the time he keeps things in glass or hearty plastic, not fond of those cheap things found for suspiciously low prices. Their quality's questionable. Each one finds its way into the fridge, slotting alongside groceries and other packaged foods from past meals.]
Don't put yourself down, idiot. ["Value" isn't something someone else should label, so he doesn't want his boyfriend randomly deciding his stuff means nothing by comparing it to what Katsuki has. The last thing he wants is for Eijirou to discard something he feels he "has" to, then end up regretting it in private later.] We'll go to your place tomorrow and look through things. Separate what you wanna bring and what you want them to handle.
[That way Eijirou has his time to pick out what he wants without feeling pressured to get things done. And Katsuki can be there to tell him what they'd end up doubling up on if he kept it. And if he did his clearance first, there wouldn't be a problem with someone from their class tossing something the redhead would've kept.]
Che. Don't be such a sap. [Yeah, he knows the guy could move in tomorrow and not really trash himself. That's not the point! If they're gonna live together, that includes their things! Some of their things... Katsuki clicks his tongue when his boyfriend whap whap whaps his hands on his pants instead of using the damn towel. He finishes with his own task, slotting the remaining containers into the fridge. Done.]
You trying to wipe a hole through the counter? [Katsuki quirks a brow towards his choppy bangs, throwing shaded expression towards his man who's about to become his roommate full time. Probably getting lost in thought over their future. He reaches one strong hand out and clasps a solid wrist in hand, then pulls Eijirou from the counter. Drawing him out of the kitchen and into the living room one step at a time. Just hit him? No shit. Those red splotches all over his face and neck are telling. Katsuki turns around and hauls both of them down onto the couch, falling atop his back and bouncing on the cushions as he dumps his lover onto his chest via a pull of that brawny arm. Lips curve in a challenging grin, red eyes flashing up at him with sparks of affection and annoyance combined.] She doesn't have to know for a while, dumbass.
[She already knew they were gonna move in together and Katsuki wants to stave off her happy gloating as long as possible.]
I'm not? [ He responds back to Katsuki telling him not to 'put himself down'- it comes off in a light, amused way since Eijirou can't help but smile at the way his boyfriend defends him... even from himself. With a smile, he continues to wash said dishes carefully-- trying his best to stack them carefully to dry. He wanted to continue and offer that he was just being honest. Katsuki had waaay cooler, and fancier, stuff than him... It didn't mean his stuff didn't matter, though. He knew that.
Red head bobs slowly as he nods along with the 'plan.' Quietly smirking down at the sink as he rinses off his hands, wiping them dry- and he takes an extra moment to fix the towel he had been using to polish the sink-- crimson eyes snap up when he's addressed about the counter. ]
uh? [ Eijirou smiiiles sheepishly after being caught, bashfully folding the towel as he grins a little-] n-...oooo? [ He chuckles-- not only was he caught reminiscing but now he's caught in Katsukis grips- Eijirou WHIIINES as he feign reluctance towards being "pulled" ( he's going along very willingly!)] I was just thinking!
About... stuff...[ Suddenly they're in the living room and Red has the pleasure of watching the blonde pivot, turn and fall back like a cat getting comfortable. "Stuff", yes he was thinking about those stuff.
Katsuki pulls him, so he happily lets himself be pulled. A knee bends to rest on the couch by his boyfriends legs, then he slowly climbs up, the pulling was enough to topple him over-- Eijirou wasn't the biggest man ever, but he wasn't a lightweight either. He resists with a conservative whisper- ] holdon, hold ooon- it'll break, heh. [ Doing his best to ease over, slowly planking atop the blonde- Eijirou snickers as he bows his head to bump foreheads with Katsuki while his body manages to plop on top- chest to broad chest, swooping both arms to hook them in an oddly angled embrace, planking elbows to encage his boyfriends shoulders with them-- regardless of the awkward fit, Red smirks down at him and it's his turn to arch an eyebrow, mostly curious- ] uuuh, you wanna keep it a secret? last time we kept a secret hmm, it blew up in our face... remember?
[ He whispers the last part as he smirks, turns his head a bit and kisses Katsuki on the lips- his smile growing as he does this because he's also remembering it too; PR Fiasco #DynaRiot #TNT #dontlookatthenews. It wasn't as if they had kept their relationship a SECRET-SECRET, sure their friends knew but they weren't out for the public and were keeping things downlow since Katsuki had just made Top 3-- and when it did come out- it hadn't been on their terms. Some sneaky photo after a UA gathering, too many drinks, and someone couldn't keep their hands to themselves; hence, Katsukis PR Team (and Midoriya to tell him not to look at the news) calling at 530AM the next morning with chaos. So, yes, Kirishima Eijirou knows secrets aren't good!
Specially keeping them from Katsukis mother- the lady is a hound!]
[He's not even gonna dignify that with a response. Eijirou knows what he did. Not the first time he's told the other man off for self-doubt. He said as much when they were teenagers their first year at U.A. Hasn't changed his opinion since. Dishes click on each other with each gentle set while Katsuki finishes playing Tetris in the fridge with their leftovers. Should make a good lunch tomorrow. Pair it with a bowl of hot rice and a nice drink, no effort on their part. Tomorrow's gonna be busy anyways.
Tch. There he goes, sheepish grins and whipping the towel away so he isn't "caught" over-wiping the counter. Katsuki drops his hand on his hip, head slouching towards one shoulder as a look of exasperation crawls gentle across his face. Honestly, his man can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Cute as a fuck, handsomest guy in the world, but still a hassle. Oy! Stop whining so much! He's gonna think he's hauling a siren or something! What part of "hauling" involves willing legs following him out into the living room.] Don't forget what you're doing while you think!
[Eijirou says "stuff" and Katsuki's not sure whether he's got the move on the brain, his own furniture and belongings flicking catalogue + rank style through his mind, or if his brain's dropping towards his dick. Latter one's more on the table as he pulls the muscular redhead towards him, fully intending of hauling his boyfriend with him onto the couch and atop himself.
One hand stays as is, massaging grip squeezing at Red's bulky shoulder and massaging the ripple of muscle folding over his rounded bone. Other hand drops to one of those strong thighs as a knee pushes into he couch beside his own limbs. He shifts his waist slightly, wriggling towards the couch edge so Eijirou can wedge his knee between Katsuki's thigh and the cushion behind. He spreads his thumb and fifth finger, gripping rippling sinew and cords beneath his man's pants leg as Eijirou settles atop him. "Resisting" his ass.] Haa? It hasn't broken all these years, dumbass! [Why's it gonna break now?! Don't look down on his furniture!
... even if they have broken one or two pieces of furniture in their lives together ...
Shut up. Forehead to forehead, an impressive body planking above him on forearms and knees, making Katsuki loathe his man's damn shirt currently covering what he knows to be gorgeous abdominal muscles and powerful pectorals crunching as he holds himself over him. Oof! Dropped right on him! He twists a shoulder, hikes it, then drops to adjust between the man's elbows, throws a lower leg over the back of Eijirou's to trap him where he is. Awkward or not, this feels good. An arched crimson brow earns a lazy smirk below and the blonde leans up to nip a kiss across his boyfriend's mouth.] If we tell her, she's gonna wanna come in and help us move. Wait'll we're done before you sic her on us!
[Sheesh. Eijirou can't make it a class party move if he starts inviting people's parents! Katsuki's mom would instantly tell Eijirou's, make it possible for her to come and help, and then they'll have more adults showing up and- ugh! No! He's keeping it a secret until they finish the goddamn move! It's not like Katsuki's living in a gaudy apartment complex with cameras aimed at him 24/7. He's kept his location kind of low key for comfort. It'll be fine.]
[ Break, he means and he groooans as he's pulled downwards-- smirking right back down, from cheek to cheek as he feels Katsuki starting to ensnare him. Grabbing parts of him he knows are tender, touching up his thigh then hooking a leg around like some sneaky octopus. Eijirou ends up chuckling from how quickly he 'gives in' to the assault. Sure, Red had the endurance, but his handsome blonde partner was a trifecta- he was strong, fast, and flexible.
He can't lie about how much he loves everything about Katsiku, every part of him is so complicated, in such an intense way, its mind blowing. Plus he was hot as heck! ]
... heh, I'm serious, this things gonna snap if you- [ Oh, that lazy smile makes him grin wider, finally melting down a little bit to accept the nips. He mouths at those speaking lips before kissing down Katsukis chin, neck, mouthing wide once to take in that pale skin- he nips it a little bit. Grazing skin barely with his own abrasive bite, don't start something you don't want to finish~ is the silent message he hickies into his boyfriends neck. ] mmm, awwww... she just wants to help. [ Always coming to the defence of his partners mother. The words whispered into the underside of his neck, staying there a bit as he rubs his nose up Katsukis jaw, then his ear--
Eijirous hands venture down, the other back, to capture the other mans arms. Slowly they slide over toned muscles until hands are found and he effectively strongarms Katsukis arms to gently slide upwards over the fancy couch until their joint hands rest over both of their heads. The fit is tight, but they make it work. And the sight of Katsukis semi flexed arms by his face iiiiis... doing things to him.
Maybe it was the excitement of the whole night, them making such a big decision together, or maybe it was the way Katsuki shifted and adjusted so well to meet him that Eijirou felt comfortable laying the full weight of himself there. Nuzzling their middles together in an inviting way-- a prize in return for Katsuki making space for him so effortlessly-- as he smiled into his boyfriends very perfect ear-] hnmm, keeping secrets is bad, Dynamight, you know that~ [ There is a peculiar seriousness in his tone there, but it is riddled with a kind and genuine smile as uses his "Hero Voice" often boasted by Red Riot on the field- so he had a thing for making out with his Hero Pro boyfriend. Sue him!]
Is that your stupid answer?! [Anything can break! Doesn't mean he has to walk around on eggshells and treat everything like a fragile what if! Fuck, who cares about breaking a couch if he's getting such a lurid groan out of his boyfriend when he's hauled down onto his front. Damn smirk burning his face because it's so attractive, ears threatening to pink at their curves while he wraps around Eijirou in all the right places. One knee tented at his hips, the other thrown around the back of his thighs, cupping him with his limbs and dragging him close. Right, give in. He wins.
Katsuki knows he's digging a weakspot in his man; he's allowed to. They're dating. He can run his tongue over Red's nape as much as he can have a plate of sizzling spare ribs waiting for him when he gets home from work.]
Shut up and stop worrying. [Groused against his hard-corded neck, teeth scraping a faint taste of salt from his skin as the other hero melts atop him. Bite bite, nip nip, kissing at his neck to be a pain in the ass before returning to Eijirou's lips. At least until he starts breaking away and trailing down his chin, his own neck, head falling back with a heated exhale. Lover's mouth feels a damn scald, burning tattoos in the shape of his lips on his neck and leaving threatening digs of his sharp teeth where his blood pulses. Who the hell says he doesn't want to finish? He wanted to start it minutes ago. Fingers dig into Eijirou's shirt, bunching it around his tips and scrunching his hem further into his fist with each kneading motion.] Stop talking about her.
[Who the hell wants to hear his boyfriend talking about his mother while they're getting frisky on the damn couch? Toes curl at the back of his leg, grazing over Eijirou's calf with each nosing rub under his chin, hot breath at his ear running shudders down his spine alongside the redhead's dropping touch. Muscles bunch under his skin and flex against calloused hands capturing his arms, forearms, wrists... Strong fingers fold inward, lacing through Eijirou's own tough claws and dig into his hand's back, pressuring each slender bone rippling beneath his skin. Messing with him even as his own arms are pinned overhead.
Full weight, sculpted pectorals mashing into his own, stretched up at the sides thanks to his arms hauled up to the couch rest. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, grooves between chiseled abs sliding in lazy grinds and kisses below an annoying fabric shield with each damn nuzzle. He seizes his legs around Eijirou's waist and thighs, heels drumming into his calf and knee on one leg apiece. Keeping him trapped atop him just where he wants him. Hearing his smile in his ear as much as he feels his voice husking on his skin.] It's not a fucking secret, Riot.
[He isn't backing down either. No one has to tell someone everything. Doesn't make it a secret. Didn't tell his man what he had to dinner last night. Not a secret. Blonde hair splays and flattens soft and lush as he tilts his head into Red's nuzzling mouth, mushing into his forehead and face. Never gonna sue him for wanting to make out.] You're wearing too many clothes...
[ Point taken- the smile currently mouthing down Katsukis throat grows wider when he's told to stop talking about his boyfriends mother. He had every intention to stop, but he also couldn't help but be amused at how juvenile Katsuki sounded when he reprimanded him about it. Like when they were back in school- it was a found memory that made Red hum into the underside of that pale jawline lovingly, his much smoother hands squeezing the blondes rougher palms, entwined fingers fitting together perfectly...
Kisses drag up Katsukis throat, leaving gentle but persistent love marks on his neck- never bites too hard, not on his neck anyways.] hmm? [ A hum escapes the busy lips, something about his clothes. Crimson eyes peer up at the blonde- as if processing the words half a second after-- Eijirou was busy concentrating on exploring every inch of his handsome boyfriends neck to pay attention. ]
huh? oh. [ Lush eyes blink, only for his right cheek to raise as his smile grows wider- he smiiiiles up at Katsuki, slowly sliding his fingers free, humming a rumbling sound as he feigns to 'think' about it- Too much clothes, huh? ] ooooh~ Are you...?
[ He smirks-]
Are you trying to get a sneak peak at my Manly Calendar, Dynamight~?
[ The famous Red Riot calendar. A new PR stunt the brilliant minds of his agency thought up for promotional reasons... riiight. Still, his Agency was new so money couldn't be turned away- not like all of their Pro friends weren't going to tease him anyways! ] I guess I coooould give you a little peak?
[ He's all smiles, clearly childish in the way he snickers, and slowly leans back-- push a push up, firm arms pump his weight up and off the explosive Pros body, resting on his haunches as he dramatically flexes-- before only lifting up his shirt... an inch, to show a sliver of skin. Red grins-] You'll have to pre-order the calendar if you wanna see more, Blasty~ I'll even sign it for you! [ Red chuckles, wagging his brows in a cute, as-smug-as-Kirishima-Eijirou-can be sort of way.]
[Feels his smile spread across his neck, knows exactly where the corners of Eijirou's mouth are on his skin, thank fuck he's not gonna keep running said mouth while they're getting frisky. Why the hell did this guy even think that was okay to talk about once they tumbled on the couch? Even at this age, Eijirou has an innocent impishness around him he can't help but love despite it pissing him off. A low hum rumbles on his skin and he buries one hand into crinkly spikes of crimson, other hand still held captive by a sturdy paw with smoother callouses than his own.
He curls his fingers, traces his tips between the thin bones running along the back of Eijirou's hand. Blunt nails dig into his skin, leaving faint crescent marks as paybacks for those stupid love hickeys now dotting his neck. Ugh, he's really gonna "hmm?" at him when he heard his voice clear as day? Burning eyes drop molten onto similar red hues, capturing his boyfriend's handsome gaze as those wheels turn in his muscle-bound brain.] You heard me.
[One blink, dark lashes fluttering over Eijirou's ruby irises, a teasing light in them clashing with his cheerful grin and rumbling voice. How the hell can he be seductive, childish, sexy, and annoying all at once? Dragging his fingers free, pretending to "think" about shit while he knows exactly what course to take.] I can get a sneak peak the second we get a shower tonight!
[...]
And you're still doing that thing!? [He's 50/50 on his boyfriend shilling those kinds of "manly" calendars; they're nothing more than Red flexing and posing in different states of undress! Not like he's got room to talk with his lover running around bare-chested in his hero costume with fucking sex sleeves all the time. People get an eyeful of Eijirou's amazing pectorals, sculpted abdominals, and strapping back any time he goes out in costume. But letting people have those images in their homes? ... Tch, guess it's no different than other PR crap they all go through. People cut out magazine ads.]
Just a little? [His voice dips in mild suggestion and annoyance he might be getting a short stick here. But Eijirou leans back and he drops his arms to his side, back on the couch and eyes locked onto his boyfriend's rising body. His sturdy hero, impressive biceps flexing under his sleeves, forearms cording and neck tensing with a lazy swallow. Fucking beautiful when he flexes like that. And hikes his shirt even that sliver.]
YOU'RE BAITING ME?! [Screech! Flared rage and one middle finger blasting to the side! Bastard, he's seen him naked as fuck before, but now he's got a calendar to order if he wants his torso shown this instant?! ... Idiot. A wicked smirk breaks through his anger, half his mouth curving up, brows furrowing under his choppy bangs in smug assurance.] I've already pre-ordered it. But you better sign it in person.
( aahhhh!!!!! so sorry!! bows i've been away and hectic month! :') i hope you've had a great Fall so far! )
I can get a sneak peak the second we get a shower tonight!
Hmmm... [ Eijirou squints, slowly unflexing his arms from the overly postured pose he usually did out on the field- he loved to flex the most around his younger fans, the way they cheered filled his Hero battery the most!
He pointed a finger, gently wagging it in a mildly scolding manner-] thaaat is cheating, Dynamight~
[ Red chuckles, he sways in place with a big smile when Katsuki starts to throw a fit about the mentioned calendar, to which he tries to act a little clueless-] hmm? Yeah, I told you about it months ago- [ Which he did, but also, he probably mentioned it in the most casual, brief way to avoid detonating something within his touchy boyfriend-] ...remember~? I told you "baabe, I'm making a calendar"~[ Acting cute, he smiiiiles as he tries to distract the blonde- by slowly touching those relaxed legs, Katsuki was half hanging off the couch half clinging onto him, so Eijirou gently cups the underside of his partners thighs, hands tucked under knees and he draaags the explosive Hero closer to him. Until both legs can hook around him, matching up their middles-- he smiles wider, admiring the view as Katsukis own shirt starts to drag upward from the pulling motion-- he goes to touch the paler, hidden skin--]
YOU'RE BAITING ME?!
[ BRISTLES, his hands raising up in defense- Red eyes jerk up, and immediately squawks back "I'm not!?"- like a kid caught in trouble-- smile BIG and toothy when he meets that devilishly handsome smirk Katsuki lays on him. There's a sense of bashfulness and pride when the blonde admits he pre-ordered the calendar-- Eijirou never minded being shirtless, but... the calendar was such a different type of shirtless. As much as he wants to act smug; he SNORTS when he's told to sign his in person. Suddenly melting onto his boyfriend front, a big mane of red trying to nuzzle right into Katsukis stomach, and he whiiiinnnessss-]
I can't believe you...pre-ordered it. The girls at the agency are gonna see your name on the order, heh. uggghh- [ Groan-- crimson eyes peek up to peer up at him from the safety of his boyfriend pecs, Eijirous ears burning as he smiles tightly- clearly embarrassed. He HUFFS with a half-baked smile-] I could'a gotten you one for free, y'know? I'm not THAT tight on budget money... [ A soft glare, smirking because he knows unless Katsuki used an alias the staff at work are probably going to give him hell about his significant other ordering the saucy calendar. His Agency was doing this for PR money mostly-- but he could afford to gift one to whoever he wanted! Still, Red looks pleased as hands venture up his boyfriends thighs again, slowly and very pointedly diverting his attention back to focus on Bakugous shirt, gently pushing the hem up again like it had before until it exposes the fair, toned abdomen below- Eijirou kisses the muscle there, humming happily-) I'll sign every month for you, Bombshell Hero...~
[ooc: it's all good. no apologies needed. i've also been slow. unfortunately my fall's not doing great, since i lost my job at the start of nov. so i've been trying to get life back upright. thanks for your patience.]
Don't give me that look! [Complete with one tough hand plastering splayed fingers on Eijirou's face and pushing at his squinting expression. Going "hmm" at him wearing such a stupid expression after shower talk. Bastard. All the while flexing in his showoff pose which usually has Katsuki either glaring daggers at those little shits or smirking like a smug ass bastard because no one's getting those flexing pecs and arms but him.]
Like hell it is! It's using advantage. [Hmph. Katsuki grunts as if it settles the argument, ashen brows narrowed into further angles over his blazing red eyes. Why the hell shouldn't he be suspicious of the damn calendar?! It's sole purpose is to show off his boyfriend in attractive poses to everyone who buys! Then again, he's not stupid; anyone can see pictures of them in papers and advertisements. Katsuki did a cologne poster ad a while back, open shirt and jeans popped. On the one hand, he's proud as fuck of his boyfriend being so hot and famous, he can carry a whole brand season on his powerful shoulders. On the other... THAT'S HIS FUCKING BOYFRIEND! PR's a clusterfuck at times.]
Yeah, yeah. You told me. [Distraction's not working completely, even as his legs ease around Eijirou's hips and limbs, one heel clunking to rest atop a sculpted calf below. Stubbornly refusing to release his arm wrapped about his mate's neck, fingers buried in that wild spiked mane of luscious red. His breath catches despite himself as strong paws cup under his thighs and trail down their lengths to his knees, before guiding his legs up at the joint and around his lover's waist. Damn right he does, even jealously knots his ankles over Eijirou's lower back.
Really shouldn't tease him like this... but it's too damn fun. As miffed as the calendar makes him, how the hell can he not order his man's products? Action figures. Posters. Swap-out keychains. His lips curve in a grin despite himself, far too pleased watching color bloom along Eijirou's cheekbones and nose bridge. Damn, now he's curious what's in store on those glossy pages. A different shirtless. How shirtless? Never mind his boyfriend runs around barechested in his hero costume all the time. Eijirou's cocky expression breaks under a snort and Katsuki drops his head onto the couch arm with a victorious sneer. Arms encircling those big broad shoulders while his man melts onto his torso in a fabric-kissing slump. Ugh, gonna nuzzle at his abs or something?]
Che! Bastard. You should've known I would the second you mentioned it! [The girls at his agency were actually the reason Katsuki got to pre-order it so fast. They told him when it was going live. Groans bleed over his belly and he cards one hand through his mate's rose-red spikes, grinning down his chest into his ruby eyes. A stray finger wanders across one flushed ear shell, messing with his sensitive skin. He shouldn't find his embarrassment so cute, but too late. All huffy and pouting.] I get you for free more than anyone on the planet. I'll pay for it like everyone else.
[He's never been one for getting handouts. And he wants to put money to his boyfriend's agency. Red Riot just started out on his own after all. Why kind of hero, friend, boyfriend would he be to filch some funds? Eijirou deserves the teasing flack from his staff for Katsuki ordering his racy new monthly. A low shiver ripples along his skin as fingers graze his thighs once more. Hard to focus on a shirt with strong paws messing his legs. But Eijirou manages, hiking the material further up his toned expanse, showing off solid crunching definitions of hardened abdominal wall and the tear-like puncture scar punched through one side. His eyes lid, an exhale ghosts hot past his lips, thanks to his man's mouth kissing along his stomach. Bastard knows his weak spots.] I'll hold you to it, Unbreakable.
[ ooc: oh god, i'm so sorry your months been so rough. jeez, i wish you the very very best finding a new job soon and please take care of yourself! to quote Red, You Got this! :') i can't help much but if u ever wanna rp something more specific to cheer up ur day or ever need to take a break from our rp pls lmk!]
I get you for free more than anyone on the planet. I'll pay for it like everyone else.
( Scarlet eyes watch his boyfriend from the half looming, half planked position he held while he took his sweet time exposing Katsukis abdomen- he finally smiles, again bending at the wait to faceplant onto the blondes torso, with a desperately loud groooan. He's gushing again- half sighing into his chest like a dream-struck highschooler and an amused chuckle-) uuuugh, you're soooo manlyyy, babe. ( Eijirou recovered quickly, peeking up to grin once he locks eyes with his explosive partner.) ... I dunno about "free" though? Mm, being so handsome and nice to me might cost you-
( He plants a kiss centimeteres from Katsukis bellybutton-)
an extra-
( Then he kisses higher, right under the everlasting scar. Lips kiss the edge of the star-shaped memory. A much gentler kiss than the ones he usually lays on Katsukis body.)
... love tax. mmn, or something~ ( He sucked at finances! Chuckling, Red hoists himself onto elbows, two built Pro Heroes trying to fool around on top of a fancy, leather luxury couch was a scene from a rom-com movie somewhere- and Eijirou had paused to think of an excuse NOT to destroy their now shared couch- but the idea of Katsuki taking the time to pre-order his Pro Calendar, such fickle item afterall, plus the ever exciting promise of living together after such a long time... well, it rushed a potent sense of pride in Eijirou.
Of course he'd discussed it with him before signing anything off with the calendar, the blonde simply telling him to do it, good PR, good honest money, Red even joked around about buying them all himself only for Katsuki to confirm that was potentially 'fraud' or something, and even Fatgum told him 'everyone does those spicy shots, kid!' but- Katsuki was his priority. Always. So he wouldn't have agreed without the others comfort being considered.
Plus! The photos weren't that spicy. Just, luxury shots in different Pro Hero scenarios, maybe a tight denim here or there... sure, some FLEXING ones, but what Hero didn't flex? Then there was the odder ones, like flannel-chopping wood for fall photo? Some Heroes chopped lumber, right? And of course the black and white candid set, sensual and totally not intimate in a staged kitchen cooking breakfast. And then the birthday month photo of him smiling big as he enjoyed a candled-staged piece of cake. Just, normal Pro Hero things. Captured. For all to hang on their walls. )
you know... ( Hands slowly twist his boyfriends shirt to slowly peel it off entirely, letting it catch against Katsukis nose to then help and tug it off gently, as Eijirou slid closer, maneuvering their middles to meet barely enough for pressure to be present between them. Strong arms doing all the work to both keep him leveled, hovering over the blonde, as he playfully tug, tug, tugs the shirt free to toss it aside.
Then, he kisses right on top of Katsukis scar. He always admired it quietly, but never for too long- Katsuki hated sharing the spotlight, even with his own body marks sometimes.
He looks up to meet those piercing reds, and he griiiins, clearly bemused as he wags his brows- stars sparkling in his eyes, a clear sign he's thought of a genius idea!! ) WE- should do one- together! You and me- ooohhh, it could be so aweeesome~~
[ooc: thanks. i appreciate the well wishes. hopefully it won't take me too long to find something! just gotta keep my chin up and stay positive (very hard for pessimistic me). nawww, Red's always adorable and so strong! i'm happy to continue rping what we've got! need to hit up the tfln at some point again... funny how all our threads start with texting, haha. <3]
[oof! breath rushes from his lips when muscle and red smash down on his chest like a weight's supports gave out. his arm flings up in a half-real response, fingers curling midair for a second. before dropping in lazy flump across his boyfriend's back. don't expect that groooan to get past his defenses! digging his tips into eijirou's shoulder blade heralds a lazy, deliberate massage. scrunching his digits close together atop his angular wing bone, splaying them back out a moment later. all while listening to words ghost hot into his neck and chest. red eyes flicker in amusement, head canting to the side just so on their couch cushion, all peering down into his lover's handsome face with expectant smirk.] Oh yeah? How much is it gonna cost me then?
[There's his answer. Lips shy of his navel. He sucks in his breath, cussing mentally as rocky abs crunch beneath his stomach wall. Because Eijirou's lips? Because the scar? He's not sure, but the more this bastard messes with his stomach, the more his body starts shifting on the couch, rocking in tactile glide with his man's. "Love tax" he says. "Or something" sounds leading as fuck.
Heat lifts from his body as Red planks on his elbows again, pulling their bodies apart and revealing strong pectorals and chiseled abdominal walls juxtaposed across each other beneath ruffled shirts. Another layer gone and this would range into erotic. All for him, this muscle-bound handsome stud on his couch. They're gonna end up breaking furniture at some point, he's gonna get mad, and they'll get a new one, with promises to do anything so strenuous on the floor next time. Before ripping sheets or bursting pillows. Things to look forward to in the future.]
Hm? [Lips purse slightly, an ashen brow lifts into his bangs, eyes momentarily curious. Fabric slowly drifts into his eyes before impatience kicks in and he ducks his head with a snarl to shove it clean through his shirt collar. Dammit, taking too long stripping! Catching with a "twung" over his nape, he's forced to pull his arms away from Eijirou's back and allow the other man to tug his shirt up along his limb. Biceps harden, elbow straightens, and off it comes with a fabric shuck over his hand. Heat blooms across his chest and stomach, he arches up and meets the other man's torso with his own, flush to flush.
Before getting to work on Eijirou's shirt, far less meticulous and drawn out as he drops on his back once more. Crimson spikes brush past his nose and mouth, a split second "what the-" in question, and a hot gasp sucks through his lungs, eyes widening and fingers instantly fisting within his lover's shirt. Fuck! He knows it gets sensitive when they're amorous! (And when the weather's cold or it rains.) Gasp wrenches down to snarl as he bonks his fist atop his man's crimson hedgehog head, lips curled in "anger" to clash with wide grin mixing cherub and imp. Stupid waggling brows. Sparkling eyes. And he's gonna rip this fucking shirt off!]
HAA?! I just did a shitty cologne poster a month ago! [Poor abused baby.] You wanna do a whole damn calendar together?!
( ooc: yesss! pls take care of urself and rest assured i'm hoping for the best for u! :'') stay strong!! lol most of our scenes do start with text.... maybe these two are prone to booty texts. ๊โก๊ there's only a few other prompts besides tfln i post Red on, but they're mainly regarding specific AU/kinks hehe. if u ever wanna rp something specific too, lmk! )
Oh yeah? How much is it gonna cost me then?
[ There is a long, subtle hum that comes from Eijirous lips as he continues his gentle exploration of his boyfriends torso- a wickedly big grin grows there, lips on skin, and he half chuckles out a low, confident- ] it's gonna cost you a-looooot, heh~ [ He snorts, planting a firm kiss right there, square center of Katsukis chest. A war scar that healed, but not without its reminiscing echoes every once in a while...
An extra doctors appoint here, a random night terror there, a subtle sound of discomfort when it's cold out, sometimes. Of course Eijirou worried, but not without remember what the scar stood for and how proud he was of Katsuki for withstanding such a thing. ] ... ... [ He knows if he says anything it'll ruin the mood, so instead he opts into turn his head to the side and rest his cheek and ear there. Shutting his eyes to listen-- sometimes he joked about being able to hear Edgeshot in there if he listened long enough--]
Bonk!
O-...ooowww? [ A firm first hammers onto his head, bringing him back to the present- and Eijirou turns his head up slowly, almost comically as if silently smiling a what the heck? He's being sweet and warming him up with a romantic kiss session to his manly ass scars and he gets hit on the head?! He blinks then, dumbly up at Katsuki when he mentions the calendar again. Oh right. ] why not...? It would be so cool! [ Romantic scar montage gone. Excited about cool, Duo pics with Dynamight now.] Okay, maybe not a WHOLE calendar. Maybe a poster? or like- ... ... heeey, it wasn't "shitty"?
[ While he yaps, crimson red spikes shift and bend as Katsuki tug, tug, tugs at his shirt with purpose. None of this seems to affect Eijirou as he maneuvers his t-shirt off, warmed up muscle and toned chest on display as per usual. Nothing but a few aged knicks, scars, and somewhere on his right shoulder blade specks of an aged, and healed, acid splatter show. Unlike Katsuki, his scars were faded and subtle. Nothing as big or memorable, Red Riot has been lucky enough for far...]
you mean that pricey perfume [ Cologne.] thing you did? That was awesome!? [ Now without a shirt he's smirking down at Katsuki, big sharky grin tugging up his dimpled cheeks, confidently remembering the sneak peak photos he got to see-- Bakugou in black and white, jeans, so of the shots shirtless, scowling, mean, confident, in others calm and bored-- Red HUFFS a bit, now that he thinks about it. ] you looked super handsome, and youuu are gonna be on a HUGE billboard in downtown. That's way more people who are gonna see you... without a shirt. And YOU don't even need the PR!
[ He smiles again, leaning up to kiss the blonde as he shares this. Of course he wasn't jealous of half the city gawking at Katsuki shirtless- he was proud! And, maybe just a tiny teeny bit protective of the idea. Humming, quietly the gears in Eijirous face turn as he kisses Katsuki slowly, hands forgotten under the blondes thighs remembering to gently paw at his boyfriends butt as he thinks- his smirk growing the more he thinks. ] ... ... hmm, heh, I'm gonna get to live with that hot guy on the billboard~ [ SMIIIILES. He snickers, like a dummy who just won the lottery. ]
[ooc: thanks for the well wishes~ i'm trying to stay positive and on top of things, but it's not always easy! still, i must press on! and yeah, our texts are always fun and usually spin into fun threads too, haha. booty texts! he would never admit to being a booty text recipient. i'll let you know when the specific shows up and we'll tackle something between these two~]
[Bastard. Does he think he's getting away with this? When he can feel Eijirou's lips curving along his skin? A faint warmth caressing his stomach as humming air ghosts along him, lips barely kissing as they explore his strong curves, until both slide upward at the corners and stretches pursed point to scythe crescent. Fuck, he's ready for his laugh and yet it still tickles his skin when it comes.]
Do your damnest, Shitty Hair. [Ngh! Katsuki tenses up despite himself, fingers abruptly clawing at the sofa cushions. "Damnest" doesn't mean go right for his fucking chest scar! Sensations spark and fly through his chest like an electric current in water, momentarily stealing his breath and arching his back before the blonde wilts on the couch. Blasted thing will never make up its mind to be oversensitive for pleasure or ache.
Every time he goes in for a physical or check up... Metal presses to his chest, ears listen to his heart, a cold hand on his back precedes orders to inhale and exhale, ever vigilant of his body's lasting damage. He defied all logic in surviving, bringing his arm back to full strength, returning to heroics, but even Katsuki's determination can't erase reality. When Eijirou finds him on cold days, clutching at his chest and crushing his shirt in his fist as his breathing comes short and fast, muscles tensed in laboring pain while his heart hammers away wildly in terrified panic within his ribs. Everything hurts in a race to return to normal; he has to weather it, sweating and shivering, until spasms and tension finally pass. Eyes opening to his boyfriend's concerned expression. When they move in together, Eijirou will have to deal with those occasional moments more often. Katsuki's seen his fear and determination as he stays near him, hand on his back to support him the only way he can: presence. It might never get easier, but as long as the man he loves is with him, he'll endure it better than he will alone.]
Don't "ow" me! [He knows his man's impervious to soft shit! Red eyes blaze down his chest, ashen brows' inner edges diving towards his nasal bridge. For all his gruff, he isn't telling Eijirou to get off or stop touching his ruined skin. Having his warmth resting atop those areas... feels good. Kissing, nuzzling, breathing, even a tongue. Pushing those sensations to the side, he focuses on the calendar again, huffing in annoyance as he drops his head onto the couch arm rest once more.]
Hmph, it's annoying as shit. We'll be stuck on the stupid studio stage for a whole damn week! [To say nothing of arguments involving green screens and going to new locations. It feels stupid posing in front of a blank background with some random props sticking into his field of view. Eijirou mentions a poster and he purses his lips in thought, grumpy but compromising against his stubbornness. He's done posters before.
All the while working his damn shirt off. Red spikes bounce and shuck along the collar, being scrunched upward like a fir tree through netting before the entire fabric ring abruptly slides up and off. Shoomph! An angry porcupine releases its quills, bristling spikes falling and jutting back into place, some a bit scuffed from crinkled gel. Katsuki trades shirt for skin, tracing his index finger over a faint patch of skin from an injury long-since healed on his boyfriend's shoulder. He doesn't begrudge his boyfriend's comparative lack of scars. After all, Red Riot is Unbreakable. Being completely covered in scars and wounds clashes with that idea. Not that he would love his man less or find him any less attractive even if he were littered with tears and marks.]
It took six hours for them to get one damn picture! [Okay, a lot more work went into it than that, but Katsuki was at the studio far too long to his liking for a single-poster result! Was it a good result? Hell yeah! There's even a scrapbook of the takes they didn't use. He scoffs as Red reminisces over his shoot, one hand still playing over the man's sculpted upper back and nape.] Shut up! I didn't wanna be all over that shitty billboard!
[But it's going there whether he likes it or not. Katsuki hooks his paw around Eijirou's nape and pulls him into the kiss. Jealous? No, he isn't jealous of people looking at his boyfriend when he runs around shirtless in his hero costume, or poses for advertisements. Yes, he will get protective if he sees someone in person running lecherous eyes all over the man he loves. Lips caress along Eijirou's, a hint of tongue passing between the seam of his mouth, momentarily focused completely on kissing and a red-haired face.] And I'm gonna be getting a shower with the stud in the fucking monthly calendar.
( ooc: YES! u got this!!! flexes wishing u the best of the best! :> )
( Eyes wander up slowly when the toned torso beneath him falters at the touch of his light kiss as they pepper firm but light kisses to Katsukis healed wound...
Eijirou waits for the moment to pass, red eyes watching the blonde phase through the sensitive sensations that caused such a abrasive response. Even with just a kiss. Of course it was still sensitive, even after years of therapy and specialist visits- Katsuki was incredibly strong but even he wasn't made of steel, susceptible to the effects of a raging scar that linked the outer senses of his skin right into his most tender parts. A bungle of nerves entwined with the fine threads of what once was his Pro Hero savior that day-- it turned the explosives boys chest into primetime sensorville, population: 1 (Katsukis last nerve.)
As much as it irked his boyfriend when they were third years to deal with such scars, it proved to be something that showed just how resilient Bakugou Katsuki was. His determination, therapy, patience. Eijirou knew he could do it-- always cheering on the blonde boy, even when it annoyed him or tested his patience with their friends. And Red never shied away from helping, especially when the help wasn't wanted... He knew sometimes that's when someone needed the support most. Though, the fits of palpitations were scary at first; it was one thing to cheer on his boyfriend through PT, it was another to have him wake up in a panic at 3AM shaking from some horrible ache Eijirou, or anyone, couldn't sooth. But it was easier now, to bare some of the weight at least-- seeing Katsuki in pain though...
Those moments brought to the surface a strength that outmatched his Quirk, the strength to withstand seeing your loved one in pain- Eijirou didn't with wish that on anyone.
Lost in thought he lets his shirt fwoop! right off, hair flaking to the side a bit as the structed style becomes untamed slowly--
He pauses as the feeling of an index finger roams his shoulder. Thoughts still lingering in the past- then Eijirou hums, his cheek lightly laying on Katsukis chest as he waits for the other Hero to contemplate maybe signing up to shoot a poster with him. Red slowly starts to grin again, coming back to the present as he feels a hand cup the back of his head, coaxing him up the couch, closer, until their faces aligned somewhat- ] ... it was an awesome picture. And it's gonna be an awesome billboard. With an awesome Pro on it. [ That toothy smile grows wider, pleased at the way Katsukis hand guides him closer, their lips meeting in a slow, calculated kiss; the tip of his tongue greets the other, barely teasing at the idea of an opened mouth exchange.
Body shifts slightly, going from that hovering, curled position to a half-plank as he maneuvers the solid piece of muscle that's his lower body to gently settle. A firm weight nudging up between Katsukis legs- the weight giving him leverage to deepen their kiss. He grins into it, eyes shutting as red-spikes tilt to the side slightly, enjoying the small wet sounds their kissing makes- Red is a romantic, and as per usual he melts into it. Groaning from his chest, deep and happy- ] mmmm... mm, [ His body rocks a little, like a teenage being riled up by his first kiss- he mumbles between their tongues touching.] oooh, sexy showers.. nmmm, mmhm, and .... trips with the manliest hotty... to the groceries~ [ The little shit grins between their kissing, being cheesy just to poke at his boyfriend. Grocery shopping with Eijirou was a nightmare; everything. In. The Cart. And he knows Katsuki is a stickler for prep. ]
[Of course he was resilient! As if he'd die to something as lame as his heart exploding! His boyfriend is Unbreakable, a stalwart wall who refuses to go down or crumble! Katsuki would never falter before Eijirou. Each time his scar acted up, it felt like some damn shadow of the past was trying to disprove his resolve. And he fought through it in defiance. Therapy finally left behind in broken rubble, treatments discarded once finished, patience tried and found without lack. He snapped at Eijirou's cheering voice, yet found his hand managed just that much more strength. He set his jaw and grumbled as Red's strong fingers massaged his trembling hand during therapy, encouraged his knuckles to move and his elbow to bend against his tired agony.
Eijirou never left his side or avoided the work. Even if Katsuki preferred keeping his struggles to himself, his boyfriend was always there with him when he needed it. And even when he didn't. Resting in his strong arms, soaking heat through his powerful chest, recovering in his hero's embrace as those damages from the past eased and left him once more. He hated being a burden to Eijirou, yet knew he never was to him in the first place. Fucking relief knowing his struggles were covered in these strong arms. Comfortable enough with their presence he could touch his lips to them and interact with his scars while their bodies tangled together in utmost pleasure and heat.
Heroes often had to endure seeing people they loved and cared for in pain, both physical and emotional. Katsuki's sat beside his lover's hospital bed, head on the mattress and hand holding Red's tough paw amid steady beeping of heart monitors and breathing machines, trusting he'll be okay even if his chest fluttered in unspoken concern. Part of being a hero. In exchange, these moments matter all the more. Casting off shirts and scuffing fingers through red spikes as they mess around on the couch like a pair of lovesick idiots.
Guess they're gonna be shooting a damn poster together. He picks a path down Eijirou's shoulder, tracing corded muscle and bare skin towards his angular shoulder blade. Doesn't have to be a sexy poster, it'll probably be cool and kickass with two Pro Heroes so high ranked. Lips curve so close to his skin, he knows Eijirou's smiling, and he digs his digits a bit firmer into his scalp's rear to haul his boyfriend up his chest to his face. Forehead to forehead, noses brushing as words ghost warm air across his lips. Fucking handsome bastard...]
Says the guy who's face's plastered all over the new gym chain. [Red Riot's so damn popular with young men and women for his kind spirit, macho personality, and unwavering strength. Katsuki's seen the way people look at his boyfriend on the street and during interviews. White teeth shine between his curving lips, sharp and intense, giving him a damn kink for his lover's maw as he leans up and nips along Eijirou's lower lip before kissing him. Tongue tip touches his mouth and he opens it instinctively, letting a chased smooch quickly evolve into open-mouth tongue tangles with more heat and liquid than's probably needed. But it feels good amid their breaths and low noises. All for him.
Arms drop beside him, a muscular chest lifts and solid abs harden as warmth siphons between their torsos and his boyfriend has to be a damn tease by planking over him. Half wanting to drag Eijirou back down for flesh to flesh melding, half attracted to his show of strength as he holds himself up. Lower bodies press together, narrow hips and a swollen groin nuzzling to each other as he lifts his waist and answers with his own interested connection. A knee tents beside Eijirou's thigh, nuzzling the outer cords of muscle with his bone. Before he hooks his heel over his man's lower leg, tracing his sole along his carved calf simply to keep touching as their kiss deepens. Red spines mingle with ashen blonde spikes, noses brushing together again as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss. Romantic, intimate, arousing, as long as it gets hot and interesting soon enough, Katsuki's can handle his man's sappy romance. Happy Eijirou.]
ngh... you really... haa... wanna go from... showers to groceries-? [Cutting off in a low grunt before biting at Eijirou's tongue. He gropes unashamedly down his boyfriend's back, feeling defined muscle and warm skin to the hem of his pants, and takes one firm butt cheek in hand for a few admiring squeezes. Paybacks for Eijirou's cocky grins and teasing him. There's a reason he never lets his boyfriend go grocery shopping alone. It's bad enough when they do it together. He deftly slips a finger down beneath the hem, tracing over his man's smooth skin and warmth.] you fucking- nhah... suck at shopping. c'mere- ... fuck, eijirou.
[ Their kiss was warm, a little messy and most important slow- just how Eijirou liked to do it with Katsuki. Not that he would ever complain about a quick peck or sudden kiss. But ever since they started dating, even before, after they discovered each other in a way beyond friends, kissing had been one of Eijirous little secret obsessions. Kissing someone felt nice, sure, but sharing their first kiss with Katsuki had been...
Astronomically the best.
Clumsy as hell, yes. But he'd dreamt about it for days, promising himself to cherish it forever. Bakugou, the romantic he was- had called him a dummy (not the exact words) for thinking so much about it. Touching and acts of service had always been the redheads go-to's' to let someone know he cared-- so hugging and kissing was just innate to him. And once their little bromantic escapades had become more legitimate, Eijirou learned kissing his boyfriend was one of the manliest things he would ever do. Nights spent together, or casual times when the blonde boy would just hang out in his room- usually ended in the two sharing a kiss. He loved it, melted into it, like a pup whose ear was scratched just right. It made him feel warm, hot, strong and weak all at once! Except, he never got out of his bad habit of yapping when they made out. ]
mmn, haa... I wanna- mm, [ His voice carried the smile tugging up his lips as his tongue greets Katsukis more persistent one; Eijirou groans low at the soft biting of his tongue, feeling Katsukis teeth and his smirk grows fonder. He wants him to quiet down. Jerk. ] I wanna do everything with you. hnmm, heh- and do it everywhere with you, too~ [ Own sharp smirk preens, red eyes peeking up to give Katsuki a knowing stare-- he feels his hand on his butt. But he lets it happen, instead shifting his weight a bit, lowering his posture to lessen the gap between them, lowering his plank. Kissing Katsukis lips which slowly start to grow flushed, raw- Red stares at them for a second, clearly getting worked up himself by the way his breath panted out of his mouth-- except... he looked distracted. The face Red made when he got an idea.]
haa... [ Tongue slips out to lick his own lips, mostly out of need, all that kissing dried them up, and with the way his boyfriend hot rod of a body was wriggling beneath him; Eijirou was having a hard time focusing on his idea. He'd been so excited thinking about living together, then food, then back to living together(!!) then to all the things they could do because they could live together-- he hadn't really thought about their private life. All the intimate moments they could share now. Sex.
They were always so busy as Pro Heroes, but he would say they had a healthy love life. Their hands were on each other at some point of the day. And he still saw red sparks and shooting stars every time. But sometimes living in two homes made trying certain things difficult... at least Eijirou justified it so.
He blurts it out without thinking- eyes locked on Katsukis throat and lips as he considers it-] we can... try that thing you always wanna do. [ Pause. Wait- Eijirou blinks, eyes shooting up to lock eyes with the blondes fiery pair. Wait, amend it. Amend it! ] I-... I mean, we do it- but like... you know, you... if you, wanna do it... more? Since- you know, we'll be... just... living together and I won't gotta go back to my apartment- and- you sometimes wanna-
[ He swallows- ]
top, I mean.
[ Grown, Pro Hero man, shifts a bit as he flushes and flounders for words- because he knows Katsuki will pick up what he's putting down, and hold him to it. It wasn't that Kirishima Eijirou didn't LIKE bottoming for his boyfriend, it just-- it was always so much work to go back home after! And he wasn't used to it! And, and, how was he suppose to ride his bike!? Eijirou had a complicate relationship with switching, at first as a teen he'd shied away from even trying and Katsuki never made him feel any type of way about it. Which only made him wanna try it less. And the few times they'd switched during their relationship-- it always took some sort of grappling foreplay for him to settle with the idea of not being the top. Complicated. And now, the idea of sharing a permanent home with his partner felt... safer. ]
I mean-! We don't gotta... do... that, now. I'm just, y'know- ideas. [ Voice softens as he turns his face to touch his nose into Katsukis cheek, this time the scarless one. Crimson eyes watch for his blondes reaction, mostly curious, and he adds-] and I don't suck at shopping.
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Date: 9/5/25 05:29 (UTC)[ The tone was enough to keep him grounded right where he was, whilst his skin crawled with the excitement felt every time he knew Katsuki was near, every time he heard the blonde in public, at a distance, the thrill of catching a glimpse of him on the tv or passing by. Sometimes, amongst friendly company, and those he trusted most Eijirou would joke about believing his Quirk knew Katsuki so well- both the way the explosive mans blistering Quirk burned to the way those rough and battle worn palms felt touching him...
His Quirk has learned what Katsuki meant- a rush, excitement, danger, thrill and joy. Everything that came with falling for the loudest boy in the room.]
You don't have to tell me twice~ [ A BIG toothy smiiiiile tugs up his cheeks again, only for him to feign a wince at the light bites he was being attacked with, he'd always told him to be careful about biting him- it was risky business, but Katsuki never listened. Until lips touch his nose, Red preens, watching his boyfriend get up and lays down the law-- crimson orbs drag up to watch the other man stand as he complains about the kisses, and he smiles, blinking-] whaaat? I was just giving you a preview of how good of a massage 'm gonna give you~
[ A silly wag of the brows- until he's promised Katsuki for the night.
Eijirou perks up, ready to jump onto his feet only to pause and do a double-take glance back down to their bowls of food. His was half eaten from all the talking- so he leans over, quick and scoops one, two, three, mouthfuls of cold noodles. Any food cooked by a Bakugou was sacred- so he eats until his cheeks are full and he chews; plus, spending time with his favorite blonde took a lot of calories- massage or not.]
wa'sh wrr-ng wif ledding dem doo-- mm, eet? [ He stands up, nursing a forth ball of noodles as he sluuuurps it up; his final bite. And starts picking up the bowls; Katsuki cooks, so he picks up. Talking around a cheek full of soba was hard, so he effectively leans, stretching to get their cups; he chugs his own for good measure. The idea of movers all gone as he thinks about something else- Excited Dog Syndrome. Then he turns to smile, his tongue licking the edge of his lips-] when I move, we should do like, I cook for you one night of the week or two! That way- we share the load, you like that idea?
[ He's balancing the bowls and dishes back to the sink, he's neat about it- just like how he knows Katsuki does it. Rinsing them a bit first. He wasn't the best cook, but he could.... cook. Stuff.]
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Date: 9/9/25 21:39 (UTC)Okay, minus his extra bicep he calls a brain. Katsuki's still not matured from whapping Eijirou on the skull for being a nimrod at times. Scarlet irises trail down his back and shoulder, following him into the kitchen proper as he takes their things to the counter. Somewhere in all the talk, flirts, plans, and messing around, dinner was had. Good. He'd be pissed if Eijirou ended up going to bed hungry. A flat-faced scowl graces his sink along with sliding dishes and utensils into its basin.] Your previews lead right into the damn movie.
[He knows himself! Once those manly paws start going on his body, there are only two end routes he can arrive at: pouncing on his boyfriend in a heated frenzy, or nodding off into a bone-melted stupor because someone's turned his muscles into fucking mush. Eijirou's finishing up his dinner behind him; he's heard those mouthful inhales before. Puffed cheeks like a damn hamster, jaws working overtime for shredding and mashing until he can gulp whatever he's got in his mouth down his gullet in parts. Race to the finish eating. Eijirou style.]
You want someone going through your shit and making decisions about it while you're not there?! [What, he speaks Stuffed-Mouth-Boyfriend fluently. Water sluices over his bowl and plate, fingers wiping across the surface a few times to clear it of sauce strains. As tidy as he is about making sure he's not wasting food, Katsuki's mom didn't train him to lick the goddamn plate. That's what rice is for. Here comes the rest of the dinner ware, efficiently bundled in Eijirou's arms. Thanks for getting the cup, babe. He abandons the sink one Red arrives and heads for the leftovers, leaving the rest of cleaning dishes to his boyfriend. Not much needed to go away, some soba in a container, salad in a container, soup simply clamped with a lid on the pot before sleeping in the fridge.]
Improve on your cooking skills first. [Eijirou isn't completely inept, but unless he wants simple + efficient one or two meals a week, Katsuki better yank his boyfriend's culinary grades up.] For the first month, I cook, you clean. [Eijirou's adopted the blonde's high standards in a few things, to the point Katsuki doesn't fuss at him for cleaning the kitchen and packing the dishwasher. He's still particular about where things go once dried, but Eijirou'll learn that over time even better than he does now.]
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Date: 9/16/25 04:24 (UTC)[ Most of the time. Other times Eijirou tended to start something he didn't have time to finish, especially if either of them had a meeting or some PR thing to rush off too. Those instances tended to end in a very frustrated and pissy Katsuki- and a very late and apologetic Red Riot entering the scene late. Sometimes. ] ... sometimes the "movies" just... too good to miss~?
... ... [As he stands by near the sink, Red smiles from ear to ear as he watched the blonde rinse some of the dishes first- Eijirou arches a brow as he waits- of course Katsuki has to have a hand in the cleaning even if he leaves it for Eijirou to finish. Like clock work, he steps up right behind as his boyfriend pivots to take on the left overs- as they brush past east other, Red smiiiles and wags his brows-] I meaan, is that a bad thing? It's not like I own anything of value? [ Eijirou is good at cleaning- task oriented and diligent- even takes off the little silicon inset off their water flasks to clean in it. Dishes were easy- though, he was an advocate for using the washing machine at his place. ] I don't mind? Maybe I can go get my most important stuff ahead of time and let them go at it? Makes sense to me... [ Katsuki had a point- making presence would avoid anything going missing, but as he thinks about it more...]
Everything that I care about is already here anyways? [ Its the truth, so he's unaware of how easily it comes out, hyper focused on carefully assembling the clean dish he just washed on the rack for the most efficient stacking! As he's done, Kirishima rubs his hands dry on his sweatpants (whoops!) and turns to perk up- at his assigned role for the first month-]
Hmmmmm- Yes, Sir! [ He salutes!!! Toned right arm flexing as he squares his shoulders- grinning playfully; it leads him to lean back against the counter, half twisting his body to grab a (decorative) hand towel and he wipes the wet counter dry... It's such a familiar and foreign feeling to think he would be spending most of his meals there now.
Eijirou stays there, wiping the same spot on the counter for a second longer, until he realizes what he's doing and stops- blinking to look over at Katsuki with a sheepish smile-] ah... I think... it just hit me...? [ At his big age, he blushes a little bit up his neck and ears.
They're going to be living together from then on out. And then he blushes harder-] We're gonna have to tell your mom!
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Date: 9/19/25 19:58 (UTC)[Eijirou isn't gonna "miss" any movie he shows trailers for. Leaving his dishes for the other man to handle, he sets about transferring the remaining food from serving bowls and cooking pots to containers. Plastic lids of green, blue, and red snap over their clear frames, sealing everything up for later. Most of the time he keeps things in glass or hearty plastic, not fond of those cheap things found for suspiciously low prices. Their quality's questionable. Each one finds its way into the fridge, slotting alongside groceries and other packaged foods from past meals.]
Don't put yourself down, idiot. ["Value" isn't something someone else should label, so he doesn't want his boyfriend randomly deciding his stuff means nothing by comparing it to what Katsuki has. The last thing he wants is for Eijirou to discard something he feels he "has" to, then end up regretting it in private later.] We'll go to your place tomorrow and look through things. Separate what you wanna bring and what you want them to handle.
[That way Eijirou has his time to pick out what he wants without feeling pressured to get things done. And Katsuki can be there to tell him what they'd end up doubling up on if he kept it. And if he did his clearance first, there wouldn't be a problem with someone from their class tossing something the redhead would've kept.]
Che. Don't be such a sap. [Yeah, he knows the guy could move in tomorrow and not really trash himself. That's not the point! If they're gonna live together, that includes their things! Some of their things... Katsuki clicks his tongue when his boyfriend whap whap whaps his hands on his pants instead of using the damn towel. He finishes with his own task, slotting the remaining containers into the fridge. Done.]
You trying to wipe a hole through the counter? [Katsuki quirks a brow towards his choppy bangs, throwing shaded expression towards his man who's about to become his roommate full time. Probably getting lost in thought over their future. He reaches one strong hand out and clasps a solid wrist in hand, then pulls Eijirou from the counter. Drawing him out of the kitchen and into the living room one step at a time. Just hit him? No shit. Those red splotches all over his face and neck are telling. Katsuki turns around and hauls both of them down onto the couch, falling atop his back and bouncing on the cushions as he dumps his lover onto his chest via a pull of that brawny arm. Lips curve in a challenging grin, red eyes flashing up at him with sparks of affection and annoyance combined.] She doesn't have to know for a while, dumbass.
[She already knew they were gonna move in together and Katsuki wants to stave off her happy gloating as long as possible.]
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Date: 9/23/25 04:31 (UTC)Red head bobs slowly as he nods along with the 'plan.' Quietly smirking down at the sink as he rinses off his hands, wiping them dry- and he takes an extra moment to fix the towel he had been using to polish the sink-- crimson eyes snap up when he's addressed about the counter. ]
uh? [ Eijirou smiiiles sheepishly after being caught, bashfully folding the towel as he grins a little-] n-...oooo? [ He chuckles-- not only was he caught reminiscing but now he's caught in Katsukis grips- Eijirou WHIIINES as he feign reluctance towards being "pulled" ( he's going along very willingly!)] I was just thinking!
About... stuff...[ Suddenly they're in the living room and Red has the pleasure of watching the blonde pivot, turn and fall back like a cat getting comfortable. "Stuff", yes he was thinking about those stuff.
Katsuki pulls him, so he happily lets himself be pulled. A knee bends to rest on the couch by his boyfriends legs, then he slowly climbs up, the pulling was enough to topple him over-- Eijirou wasn't the biggest man ever, but he wasn't a lightweight either. He resists with a conservative whisper- ] holdon, hold ooon- it'll break, heh. [ Doing his best to ease over, slowly planking atop the blonde- Eijirou snickers as he bows his head to bump foreheads with Katsuki while his body manages to plop on top- chest to broad chest, swooping both arms to hook them in an oddly angled embrace, planking elbows to encage his boyfriends shoulders with them-- regardless of the awkward fit, Red smirks down at him and it's his turn to arch an eyebrow, mostly curious- ] uuuh, you wanna keep it a secret? last time we kept a secret hmm, it blew up in our face... remember?
[ He whispers the last part as he smirks, turns his head a bit and kisses Katsuki on the lips- his smile growing as he does this because he's also remembering it too; PR Fiasco #DynaRiot #TNT #dontlookatthenews. It wasn't as if they had kept their relationship a SECRET-SECRET, sure their friends knew but they weren't out for the public and were keeping things downlow since Katsuki had just made Top 3-- and when it did come out- it hadn't been on their terms. Some sneaky photo after a UA gathering, too many drinks, and someone couldn't keep their hands to themselves; hence, Katsukis PR Team (and Midoriya to tell him not to look at the news) calling at 530AM the next morning with chaos. So, yes, Kirishima Eijirou knows secrets aren't good!
Specially keeping them from Katsukis mother- the lady is a hound!]
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Date: 9/25/25 20:47 (UTC)Tch. There he goes, sheepish grins and whipping the towel away so he isn't "caught" over-wiping the counter. Katsuki drops his hand on his hip, head slouching towards one shoulder as a look of exasperation crawls gentle across his face. Honestly, his man can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Cute as a fuck, handsomest guy in the world, but still a hassle. Oy! Stop whining so much! He's gonna think he's hauling a siren or something! What part of "hauling" involves willing legs following him out into the living room.] Don't forget what you're doing while you think!
[Eijirou says "stuff" and Katsuki's not sure whether he's got the move on the brain, his own furniture and belongings flicking catalogue + rank style through his mind, or if his brain's dropping towards his dick. Latter one's more on the table as he pulls the muscular redhead towards him, fully intending of hauling his boyfriend with him onto the couch and atop himself.
One hand stays as is, massaging grip squeezing at Red's bulky shoulder and massaging the ripple of muscle folding over his rounded bone. Other hand drops to one of those strong thighs as a knee pushes into he couch beside his own limbs. He shifts his waist slightly, wriggling towards the couch edge so Eijirou can wedge his knee between Katsuki's thigh and the cushion behind. He spreads his thumb and fifth finger, gripping rippling sinew and cords beneath his man's pants leg as Eijirou settles atop him. "Resisting" his ass.] Haa? It hasn't broken all these years, dumbass! [Why's it gonna break now?! Don't look down on his furniture!
... even if they have broken one or two pieces of furniture in their lives together ...
Shut up. Forehead to forehead, an impressive body planking above him on forearms and knees, making Katsuki loathe his man's damn shirt currently covering what he knows to be gorgeous abdominal muscles and powerful pectorals crunching as he holds himself over him. Oof! Dropped right on him! He twists a shoulder, hikes it, then drops to adjust between the man's elbows, throws a lower leg over the back of Eijirou's to trap him where he is. Awkward or not, this feels good. An arched crimson brow earns a lazy smirk below and the blonde leans up to nip a kiss across his boyfriend's mouth.] If we tell her, she's gonna wanna come in and help us move. Wait'll we're done before you sic her on us!
[Sheesh. Eijirou can't make it a class party move if he starts inviting people's parents! Katsuki's mom would instantly tell Eijirou's, make it possible for her to come and help, and then they'll have more adults showing up and- ugh! No! He's keeping it a secret until they finish the goddamn move! It's not like Katsuki's living in a gaudy apartment complex with cameras aimed at him 24/7. He's kept his location kind of low key for comfort. It'll be fine.]
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Date: 9/28/25 05:49 (UTC)[ Break, he means and he groooans as he's pulled downwards-- smirking right back down, from cheek to cheek as he feels Katsuki starting to ensnare him. Grabbing parts of him he knows are tender, touching up his thigh then hooking a leg around like some sneaky octopus. Eijirou ends up chuckling from how quickly he 'gives in' to the assault. Sure, Red had the endurance, but his handsome blonde partner was a trifecta- he was strong, fast, and flexible.
He can't lie about how much he loves everything about Katsiku, every part of him is so complicated, in such an intense way, its mind blowing. Plus he was hot as heck! ]
... heh, I'm serious, this things gonna snap if you- [ Oh, that lazy smile makes him grin wider, finally melting down a little bit to accept the nips. He mouths at those speaking lips before kissing down Katsukis chin, neck, mouthing wide once to take in that pale skin- he nips it a little bit. Grazing skin barely with his own abrasive bite, don't start something you don't want to finish~ is the silent message he hickies into his boyfriends neck. ] mmm, awwww... she just wants to help. [ Always coming to the defence of his partners mother. The words whispered into the underside of his neck, staying there a bit as he rubs his nose up Katsukis jaw, then his ear--
Eijirous hands venture down, the other back, to capture the other mans arms. Slowly they slide over toned muscles until hands are found and he effectively strongarms Katsukis arms to gently slide upwards over the fancy couch until their joint hands rest over both of their heads. The fit is tight, but they make it work. And the sight of Katsukis semi flexed arms by his face iiiiis... doing things to him.
Maybe it was the excitement of the whole night, them making such a big decision together, or maybe it was the way Katsuki shifted and adjusted so well to meet him that Eijirou felt comfortable laying the full weight of himself there. Nuzzling their middles together in an inviting way-- a prize in return for Katsuki making space for him so effortlessly-- as he smiled into his boyfriends very perfect ear-] hnmm, keeping secrets is bad, Dynamight, you know that~ [ There is a peculiar seriousness in his tone there, but it is riddled with a kind and genuine smile as uses his "Hero Voice" often boasted by Red Riot on the field- so he had a thing for making out with his Hero Pro boyfriend. Sue him!]
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Date: 9/30/25 21:51 (UTC)Katsuki knows he's digging a weakspot in his man; he's allowed to. They're dating. He can run his tongue over Red's nape as much as he can have a plate of sizzling spare ribs waiting for him when he gets home from work.]
Shut up and stop worrying. [Groused against his hard-corded neck, teeth scraping a faint taste of salt from his skin as the other hero melts atop him. Bite bite, nip nip, kissing at his neck to be a pain in the ass before returning to Eijirou's lips. At least until he starts breaking away and trailing down his chin, his own neck, head falling back with a heated exhale. Lover's mouth feels a damn scald, burning tattoos in the shape of his lips on his neck and leaving threatening digs of his sharp teeth where his blood pulses. Who the hell says he doesn't want to finish? He wanted to start it minutes ago. Fingers dig into Eijirou's shirt, bunching it around his tips and scrunching his hem further into his fist with each kneading motion.] Stop talking about her.
[Who the hell wants to hear his boyfriend talking about his mother while they're getting frisky on the damn couch? Toes curl at the back of his leg, grazing over Eijirou's calf with each nosing rub under his chin, hot breath at his ear running shudders down his spine alongside the redhead's dropping touch. Muscles bunch under his skin and flex against calloused hands capturing his arms, forearms, wrists... Strong fingers fold inward, lacing through Eijirou's own tough claws and dig into his hand's back, pressuring each slender bone rippling beneath his skin. Messing with him even as his own arms are pinned overhead.
Full weight, sculpted pectorals mashing into his own, stretched up at the sides thanks to his arms hauled up to the couch rest. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, grooves between chiseled abs sliding in lazy grinds and kisses below an annoying fabric shield with each damn nuzzle. He seizes his legs around Eijirou's waist and thighs, heels drumming into his calf and knee on one leg apiece. Keeping him trapped atop him just where he wants him. Hearing his smile in his ear as much as he feels his voice husking on his skin.] It's not a fucking secret, Riot.
[He isn't backing down either. No one has to tell someone everything. Doesn't make it a secret. Didn't tell his man what he had to dinner last night. Not a secret. Blonde hair splays and flattens soft and lush as he tilts his head into Red's nuzzling mouth, mushing into his forehead and face. Never gonna sue him for wanting to make out.] You're wearing too many clothes...
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Date: 10/8/25 05:37 (UTC)[ Point taken- the smile currently mouthing down Katsukis throat grows wider when he's told to stop talking about his boyfriends mother. He had every intention to stop, but he also couldn't help but be amused at how juvenile Katsuki sounded when he reprimanded him about it. Like when they were back in school- it was a found memory that made Red hum into the underside of that pale jawline lovingly, his much smoother hands squeezing the blondes rougher palms, entwined fingers fitting together perfectly...
Kisses drag up Katsukis throat, leaving gentle but persistent love marks on his neck- never bites too hard, not on his neck anyways.] hmm? [ A hum escapes the busy lips, something about his clothes. Crimson eyes peer up at the blonde- as if processing the words half a second after-- Eijirou was busy concentrating on exploring every inch of his handsome boyfriends neck to pay attention. ]
huh? oh. [ Lush eyes blink, only for his right cheek to raise as his smile grows wider- he smiiiiles up at Katsuki, slowly sliding his fingers free, humming a rumbling sound as he feigns to 'think' about it- Too much clothes, huh? ] ooooh~ Are you...?
[ He smirks-]
Are you trying to get a sneak peak at my Manly Calendar, Dynamight~?
[ The famous Red Riot calendar. A new PR stunt the brilliant minds of his agency thought up for promotional reasons... riiight. Still, his Agency was new so money couldn't be turned away- not like all of their Pro friends weren't going to tease him anyways! ] I guess I coooould give you a little peak?
[ He's all smiles, clearly childish in the way he snickers, and slowly leans back-- push a push up, firm arms pump his weight up and off the explosive Pros body, resting on his haunches as he dramatically flexes-- before only lifting up his shirt... an inch, to show a sliver of skin. Red grins-] You'll have to pre-order the calendar if you wanna see more, Blasty~ I'll even sign it for you! [ Red chuckles, wagging his brows in a cute, as-smug-as-Kirishima-Eijirou-can be sort of way.]
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Date: 10/19/25 00:11 (UTC)He curls his fingers, traces his tips between the thin bones running along the back of Eijirou's hand. Blunt nails dig into his skin, leaving faint crescent marks as paybacks for those stupid love hickeys now dotting his neck. Ugh, he's really gonna "hmm?" at him when he heard his voice clear as day? Burning eyes drop molten onto similar red hues, capturing his boyfriend's handsome gaze as those wheels turn in his muscle-bound brain.] You heard me.
[One blink, dark lashes fluttering over Eijirou's ruby irises, a teasing light in them clashing with his cheerful grin and rumbling voice. How the hell can he be seductive, childish, sexy, and annoying all at once? Dragging his fingers free, pretending to "think" about shit while he knows exactly what course to take.] I can get a sneak peak the second we get a shower tonight!
[...]
And you're still doing that thing!? [He's 50/50 on his boyfriend shilling those kinds of "manly" calendars; they're nothing more than Red flexing and posing in different states of undress! Not like he's got room to talk with his lover running around bare-chested in his hero costume with fucking sex sleeves all the time. People get an eyeful of Eijirou's amazing pectorals, sculpted abdominals, and strapping back any time he goes out in costume. But letting people have those images in their homes? ... Tch, guess it's no different than other PR crap they all go through. People cut out magazine ads.]
Just a little? [His voice dips in mild suggestion and annoyance he might be getting a short stick here. But Eijirou leans back and he drops his arms to his side, back on the couch and eyes locked onto his boyfriend's rising body. His sturdy hero, impressive biceps flexing under his sleeves, forearms cording and neck tensing with a lazy swallow. Fucking beautiful when he flexes like that. And hikes his shirt even that sliver.]
YOU'RE BAITING ME?! [Screech! Flared rage and one middle finger blasting to the side! Bastard, he's seen him naked as fuck before, but now he's got a calendar to order if he wants his torso shown this instant?! ... Idiot. A wicked smirk breaks through his anger, half his mouth curving up, brows furrowing under his choppy bangs in smug assurance.] I've already pre-ordered it. But you better sign it in person.
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Date: 11/9/25 03:37 (UTC)I can get a sneak peak the second we get a shower tonight!
Hmmm... [ Eijirou squints, slowly unflexing his arms from the overly postured pose he usually did out on the field- he loved to flex the most around his younger fans, the way they cheered filled his Hero battery the most!
He pointed a finger, gently wagging it in a mildly scolding manner-] thaaat is cheating, Dynamight~
[ Red chuckles, he sways in place with a big smile when Katsuki starts to throw a fit about the mentioned calendar, to which he tries to act a little clueless-] hmm? Yeah, I told you about it months ago- [ Which he did, but also, he probably mentioned it in the most casual, brief way to avoid detonating something within his touchy boyfriend-] ...remember~? I told you "baabe, I'm making a calendar"~[ Acting cute, he smiiiiles as he tries to distract the blonde- by slowly touching those relaxed legs, Katsuki was half hanging off the couch half clinging onto him, so Eijirou gently cups the underside of his partners thighs, hands tucked under knees and he draaags the explosive Hero closer to him. Until both legs can hook around him, matching up their middles-- he smiles wider, admiring the view as Katsukis own shirt starts to drag upward from the pulling motion-- he goes to touch the paler, hidden skin--]
YOU'RE BAITING ME?!
[ BRISTLES, his hands raising up in defense- Red eyes jerk up, and immediately squawks back "I'm not!?"- like a kid caught in trouble-- smile BIG and toothy when he meets that devilishly handsome smirk Katsuki lays on him. There's a sense of bashfulness and pride when the blonde admits he pre-ordered the calendar-- Eijirou never minded being shirtless, but... the calendar was such a different type of shirtless. As much as he wants to act smug; he SNORTS when he's told to sign his in person. Suddenly melting onto his boyfriend front, a big mane of red trying to nuzzle right into Katsukis stomach, and he whiiiinnnessss-]
I can't believe you...pre-ordered it. The girls at the agency are gonna see your name on the order, heh. uggghh- [ Groan-- crimson eyes peek up to peer up at him from the safety of his boyfriend pecs, Eijirous ears burning as he smiles tightly- clearly embarrassed. He HUFFS with a half-baked smile-] I could'a gotten you one for free, y'know? I'm not THAT tight on budget money... [ A soft glare, smirking because he knows unless Katsuki used an alias the staff at work are probably going to give him hell about his significant other ordering the saucy calendar. His Agency was doing this for PR money mostly-- but he could afford to gift one to whoever he wanted! Still, Red looks pleased as hands venture up his boyfriends thighs again, slowly and very pointedly diverting his attention back to focus on Bakugous shirt, gently pushing the hem up again like it had before until it exposes the fair, toned abdomen below- Eijirou kisses the muscle there, humming happily-) I'll sign every month for you, Bombshell Hero...~
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Date: 11/18/25 21:32 (UTC)Don't give me that look! [Complete with one tough hand plastering splayed fingers on Eijirou's face and pushing at his squinting expression. Going "hmm" at him wearing such a stupid expression after shower talk. Bastard. All the while flexing in his showoff pose which usually has Katsuki either glaring daggers at those little shits or smirking like a smug ass bastard because no one's getting those flexing pecs and arms but him.]
Like hell it is! It's using advantage. [Hmph. Katsuki grunts as if it settles the argument, ashen brows narrowed into further angles over his blazing red eyes. Why the hell shouldn't he be suspicious of the damn calendar?! It's sole purpose is to show off his boyfriend in attractive poses to everyone who buys! Then again, he's not stupid; anyone can see pictures of them in papers and advertisements. Katsuki did a cologne poster ad a while back, open shirt and jeans popped. On the one hand, he's proud as fuck of his boyfriend being so hot and famous, he can carry a whole brand season on his powerful shoulders. On the other... THAT'S HIS FUCKING BOYFRIEND! PR's a clusterfuck at times.]
Yeah, yeah. You told me. [Distraction's not working completely, even as his legs ease around Eijirou's hips and limbs, one heel clunking to rest atop a sculpted calf below. Stubbornly refusing to release his arm wrapped about his mate's neck, fingers buried in that wild spiked mane of luscious red. His breath catches despite himself as strong paws cup under his thighs and trail down their lengths to his knees, before guiding his legs up at the joint and around his lover's waist. Damn right he does, even jealously knots his ankles over Eijirou's lower back.
Really shouldn't tease him like this... but it's too damn fun. As miffed as the calendar makes him, how the hell can he not order his man's products? Action figures. Posters. Swap-out keychains. His lips curve in a grin despite himself, far too pleased watching color bloom along Eijirou's cheekbones and nose bridge. Damn, now he's curious what's in store on those glossy pages. A different shirtless. How shirtless? Never mind his boyfriend runs around barechested in his hero costume all the time. Eijirou's cocky expression breaks under a snort and Katsuki drops his head onto the couch arm with a victorious sneer. Arms encircling those big broad shoulders while his man melts onto his torso in a fabric-kissing slump. Ugh, gonna nuzzle at his abs or something?]
Che! Bastard. You should've known I would the second you mentioned it! [The girls at his agency were actually the reason Katsuki got to pre-order it so fast. They told him when it was going live. Groans bleed over his belly and he cards one hand through his mate's rose-red spikes, grinning down his chest into his ruby eyes. A stray finger wanders across one flushed ear shell, messing with his sensitive skin. He shouldn't find his embarrassment so cute, but too late. All huffy and pouting.] I get you for free more than anyone on the planet. I'll pay for it like everyone else.
[He's never been one for getting handouts. And he wants to put money to his boyfriend's agency. Red Riot just started out on his own after all. Why kind of hero, friend, boyfriend would he be to filch some funds? Eijirou deserves the teasing flack from his staff for Katsuki ordering his racy new monthly. A low shiver ripples along his skin as fingers graze his thighs once more. Hard to focus on a shirt with strong paws messing his legs. But Eijirou manages, hiking the material further up his toned expanse, showing off solid crunching definitions of hardened abdominal wall and the tear-like puncture scar punched through one side. His eyes lid, an exhale ghosts hot past his lips, thanks to his man's mouth kissing along his stomach. Bastard knows his weak spots.] I'll hold you to it, Unbreakable.
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Date: 11/26/25 07:21 (UTC)I get you for free more than anyone on the planet. I'll pay for it like everyone else.
( Scarlet eyes watch his boyfriend from the half looming, half planked position he held while he took his sweet time exposing Katsukis abdomen- he finally smiles, again bending at the wait to faceplant onto the blondes torso, with a desperately loud groooan. He's gushing again- half sighing into his chest like a dream-struck highschooler and an amused chuckle-) uuuugh, you're soooo manlyyy, babe. ( Eijirou recovered quickly, peeking up to grin once he locks eyes with his explosive partner.) ... I dunno about "free" though? Mm, being so handsome and nice to me might cost you-
( He plants a kiss centimeteres from Katsukis bellybutton-)
an extra-
( Then he kisses higher, right under the everlasting scar. Lips kiss the edge of the star-shaped memory. A much gentler kiss than the ones he usually lays on Katsukis body.)
... love tax. mmn, or something~ ( He sucked at finances! Chuckling, Red hoists himself onto elbows, two built Pro Heroes trying to fool around on top of a fancy, leather luxury couch was a scene from a rom-com movie somewhere- and Eijirou had paused to think of an excuse NOT to destroy their now shared couch- but the idea of Katsuki taking the time to pre-order his Pro Calendar, such fickle item afterall, plus the ever exciting promise of living together after such a long time... well, it rushed a potent sense of pride in Eijirou.
Of course he'd discussed it with him before signing anything off with the calendar, the blonde simply telling him to do it, good PR, good honest money, Red even joked around about buying them all himself only for Katsuki to confirm that was potentially 'fraud' or something, and even Fatgum told him 'everyone does those spicy shots, kid!' but- Katsuki was his priority. Always. So he wouldn't have agreed without the others comfort being considered.
Plus! The photos weren't that spicy. Just, luxury shots in different Pro Hero scenarios, maybe a tight denim here or there... sure, some FLEXING ones, but what Hero didn't flex? Then there was the odder ones, like flannel-chopping wood for fall photo? Some Heroes chopped lumber, right? And of course the black and white candid set, sensual and totally not intimate in a staged kitchen cooking breakfast. And then the birthday month photo of him smiling big as he enjoyed a candled-staged piece of cake. Just, normal Pro Hero things. Captured. For all to hang on their walls. )
you know... ( Hands slowly twist his boyfriends shirt to slowly peel it off entirely, letting it catch against Katsukis nose to then help and tug it off gently, as Eijirou slid closer, maneuvering their middles to meet barely enough for pressure to be present between them. Strong arms doing all the work to both keep him leveled, hovering over the blonde, as he playfully tug, tug, tugs the shirt free to toss it aside.
Then, he kisses right on top of Katsukis scar. He always admired it quietly, but never for too long- Katsuki hated sharing the spotlight, even with his own body marks sometimes.
He looks up to meet those piercing reds, and he griiiins, clearly bemused as he wags his brows- stars sparkling in his eyes, a clear sign he's thought of a genius idea!! ) WE- should do one- together! You and me- ooohhh, it could be so aweeesome~~
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Date: 12/6/25 03:08 (UTC)[oof! breath rushes from his lips when muscle and red smash down on his chest like a weight's supports gave out. his arm flings up in a half-real response, fingers curling midair for a second. before dropping in lazy flump across his boyfriend's back. don't expect that groooan to get past his defenses! digging his tips into eijirou's shoulder blade heralds a lazy, deliberate massage. scrunching his digits close together atop his angular wing bone, splaying them back out a moment later. all while listening to words ghost hot into his neck and chest. red eyes flicker in amusement, head canting to the side just so on their couch cushion, all peering down into his lover's handsome face with expectant smirk.] Oh yeah? How much is it gonna cost me then?
[There's his answer. Lips shy of his navel. He sucks in his breath, cussing mentally as rocky abs crunch beneath his stomach wall. Because Eijirou's lips? Because the scar? He's not sure, but the more this bastard messes with his stomach, the more his body starts shifting on the couch, rocking in tactile glide with his man's. "Love tax" he says. "Or something" sounds leading as fuck.
Heat lifts from his body as Red planks on his elbows again, pulling their bodies apart and revealing strong pectorals and chiseled abdominal walls juxtaposed across each other beneath ruffled shirts. Another layer gone and this would range into erotic. All for him, this muscle-bound handsome stud on his couch. They're gonna end up breaking furniture at some point, he's gonna get mad, and they'll get a new one, with promises to do anything so strenuous on the floor next time. Before ripping sheets or bursting pillows. Things to look forward to in the future.]
Hm? [Lips purse slightly, an ashen brow lifts into his bangs, eyes momentarily curious. Fabric slowly drifts into his eyes before impatience kicks in and he ducks his head with a snarl to shove it clean through his shirt collar. Dammit, taking too long stripping! Catching with a "twung" over his nape, he's forced to pull his arms away from Eijirou's back and allow the other man to tug his shirt up along his limb. Biceps harden, elbow straightens, and off it comes with a fabric shuck over his hand. Heat blooms across his chest and stomach, he arches up and meets the other man's torso with his own, flush to flush.
Before getting to work on Eijirou's shirt, far less meticulous and drawn out as he drops on his back once more. Crimson spikes brush past his nose and mouth, a split second "what the-" in question, and a hot gasp sucks through his lungs, eyes widening and fingers instantly fisting within his lover's shirt. Fuck! He knows it gets sensitive when they're amorous! (And when the weather's cold or it rains.) Gasp wrenches down to snarl as he bonks his fist atop his man's crimson hedgehog head, lips curled in "anger" to clash with wide grin mixing cherub and imp. Stupid waggling brows. Sparkling eyes. And he's gonna rip this fucking shirt off!]
HAA?! I just did a shitty cologne poster a month ago! [Poor abused baby.] You wanna do a whole damn calendar together?!
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Date: 12/11/25 06:33 (UTC)Oh yeah? How much is it gonna cost me then?
[ There is a long, subtle hum that comes from Eijirous lips as he continues his gentle exploration of his boyfriends torso- a wickedly big grin grows there, lips on skin, and he half chuckles out a low, confident- ] it's gonna cost you a-looooot, heh~ [ He snorts, planting a firm kiss right there, square center of Katsukis chest. A war scar that healed, but not without its reminiscing echoes every once in a while...
An extra doctors appoint here, a random night terror there, a subtle sound of discomfort when it's cold out, sometimes. Of course Eijirou worried, but not without remember what the scar stood for and how proud he was of Katsuki for withstanding such a thing. ] ... ... [ He knows if he says anything it'll ruin the mood, so instead he opts into turn his head to the side and rest his cheek and ear there. Shutting his eyes to listen-- sometimes he joked about being able to hear Edgeshot in there if he listened long enough--]
Bonk!
O-...ooowww? [ A firm first hammers onto his head, bringing him back to the present- and Eijirou turns his head up slowly, almost comically as if silently smiling a what the heck? He's being sweet and warming him up with a romantic kiss session to his manly ass scars and he gets hit on the head?! He blinks then, dumbly up at Katsuki when he mentions the calendar again. Oh right. ] why not...? It would be so cool! [ Romantic scar montage gone. Excited about cool, Duo pics with Dynamight now.] Okay, maybe not a WHOLE calendar. Maybe a poster? or like- ... ... heeey, it wasn't "shitty"?
[ While he yaps, crimson red spikes shift and bend as Katsuki tug, tug, tugs at his shirt with purpose. None of this seems to affect Eijirou as he maneuvers his t-shirt off, warmed up muscle and toned chest on display as per usual. Nothing but a few aged knicks, scars, and somewhere on his right shoulder blade specks of an aged, and healed, acid splatter show. Unlike Katsuki, his scars were faded and subtle. Nothing as big or memorable, Red Riot has been lucky enough for far...]
you mean that pricey perfume [ Cologne.] thing you did? That was awesome!? [ Now without a shirt he's smirking down at Katsuki, big sharky grin tugging up his dimpled cheeks, confidently remembering the sneak peak photos he got to see-- Bakugou in black and white, jeans, so of the shots shirtless, scowling, mean, confident, in others calm and bored-- Red HUFFS a bit, now that he thinks about it. ] you looked super handsome, and youuu are gonna be on a HUGE billboard in downtown. That's way more people who are gonna see you... without a shirt. And YOU don't even need the PR!
[ He smiles again, leaning up to kiss the blonde as he shares this. Of course he wasn't jealous of half the city gawking at Katsuki shirtless- he was proud! And, maybe just a tiny teeny bit protective of the idea. Humming, quietly the gears in Eijirous face turn as he kisses Katsuki slowly, hands forgotten under the blondes thighs remembering to gently paw at his boyfriends butt as he thinks- his smirk growing the more he thinks. ] ... ... hmm, heh, I'm gonna get to live with that hot guy on the billboard~ [ SMIIIILES. He snickers, like a dummy who just won the lottery. ]
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Date: 12/16/25 04:38 (UTC)[Bastard. Does he think he's getting away with this? When he can feel Eijirou's lips curving along his skin? A faint warmth caressing his stomach as humming air ghosts along him, lips barely kissing as they explore his strong curves, until both slide upward at the corners and stretches pursed point to scythe crescent. Fuck, he's ready for his laugh and yet it still tickles his skin when it comes.]
Do your damnest, Shitty Hair. [Ngh! Katsuki tenses up despite himself, fingers abruptly clawing at the sofa cushions. "Damnest" doesn't mean go right for his fucking chest scar! Sensations spark and fly through his chest like an electric current in water, momentarily stealing his breath and arching his back before the blonde wilts on the couch. Blasted thing will never make up its mind to be oversensitive for pleasure or ache.
Every time he goes in for a physical or check up... Metal presses to his chest, ears listen to his heart, a cold hand on his back precedes orders to inhale and exhale, ever vigilant of his body's lasting damage. He defied all logic in surviving, bringing his arm back to full strength, returning to heroics, but even Katsuki's determination can't erase reality. When Eijirou finds him on cold days, clutching at his chest and crushing his shirt in his fist as his breathing comes short and fast, muscles tensed in laboring pain while his heart hammers away wildly in terrified panic within his ribs. Everything hurts in a race to return to normal; he has to weather it, sweating and shivering, until spasms and tension finally pass. Eyes opening to his boyfriend's concerned expression. When they move in together, Eijirou will have to deal with those occasional moments more often. Katsuki's seen his fear and determination as he stays near him, hand on his back to support him the only way he can: presence. It might never get easier, but as long as the man he loves is with him, he'll endure it better than he will alone.]
Don't "ow" me! [He knows his man's impervious to soft shit! Red eyes blaze down his chest, ashen brows' inner edges diving towards his nasal bridge. For all his gruff, he isn't telling Eijirou to get off or stop touching his ruined skin. Having his warmth resting atop those areas... feels good. Kissing, nuzzling, breathing, even a tongue. Pushing those sensations to the side, he focuses on the calendar again, huffing in annoyance as he drops his head onto the couch arm rest once more.]
Hmph, it's annoying as shit. We'll be stuck on the stupid studio stage for a whole damn week! [To say nothing of arguments involving green screens and going to new locations. It feels stupid posing in front of a blank background with some random props sticking into his field of view. Eijirou mentions a poster and he purses his lips in thought, grumpy but compromising against his stubbornness. He's done posters before.
All the while working his damn shirt off. Red spikes bounce and shuck along the collar, being scrunched upward like a fir tree through netting before the entire fabric ring abruptly slides up and off. Shoomph! An angry porcupine releases its quills, bristling spikes falling and jutting back into place, some a bit scuffed from crinkled gel. Katsuki trades shirt for skin, tracing his index finger over a faint patch of skin from an injury long-since healed on his boyfriend's shoulder. He doesn't begrudge his boyfriend's comparative lack of scars. After all, Red Riot is Unbreakable. Being completely covered in scars and wounds clashes with that idea. Not that he would love his man less or find him any less attractive even if he were littered with tears and marks.]
It took six hours for them to get one damn picture! [Okay, a lot more work went into it than that, but Katsuki was at the studio far too long to his liking for a single-poster result! Was it a good result? Hell yeah! There's even a scrapbook of the takes they didn't use. He scoffs as Red reminisces over his shoot, one hand still playing over the man's sculpted upper back and nape.] Shut up! I didn't wanna be all over that shitty billboard!
[But it's going there whether he likes it or not. Katsuki hooks his paw around Eijirou's nape and pulls him into the kiss. Jealous? No, he isn't jealous of people looking at his boyfriend when he runs around shirtless in his hero costume, or poses for advertisements. Yes, he will get protective if he sees someone in person running lecherous eyes all over the man he loves. Lips caress along Eijirou's, a hint of tongue passing between the seam of his mouth, momentarily focused completely on kissing and a red-haired face.] And I'm gonna be getting a shower with the stud in the fucking monthly calendar.
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Date: 12/19/25 07:41 (UTC)( Eyes wander up slowly when the toned torso beneath him falters at the touch of his light kiss as they pepper firm but light kisses to Katsukis healed wound...
Eijirou waits for the moment to pass, red eyes watching the blonde phase through the sensitive sensations that caused such a abrasive response. Even with just a kiss. Of course it was still sensitive, even after years of therapy and specialist visits- Katsuki was incredibly strong but even he wasn't made of steel, susceptible to the effects of a raging scar that linked the outer senses of his skin right into his most tender parts. A bungle of nerves entwined with the fine threads of what once was his Pro Hero savior that day-- it turned the explosives boys chest into primetime sensorville, population: 1 (Katsukis last nerve.)
As much as it irked his boyfriend when they were third years to deal with such scars, it proved to be something that showed just how resilient Bakugou Katsuki was. His determination, therapy, patience. Eijirou knew he could do it-- always cheering on the blonde boy, even when it annoyed him or tested his patience with their friends. And Red never shied away from helping, especially when the help wasn't wanted... He knew sometimes that's when someone needed the support most. Though, the fits of palpitations were scary at first; it was one thing to cheer on his boyfriend through PT, it was another to have him wake up in a panic at 3AM shaking from some horrible ache Eijirou, or anyone, couldn't sooth. But it was easier now, to bare some of the weight at least-- seeing Katsuki in pain though...
Those moments brought to the surface a strength that outmatched his Quirk, the strength to withstand seeing your loved one in pain- Eijirou didn't with wish that on anyone.
Lost in thought he lets his shirt fwoop! right off, hair flaking to the side a bit as the structed style becomes untamed slowly--
He pauses as the feeling of an index finger roams his shoulder. Thoughts still lingering in the past- then Eijirou hums, his cheek lightly laying on Katsukis chest as he waits for the other Hero to contemplate maybe signing up to shoot a poster with him. Red slowly starts to grin again, coming back to the present as he feels a hand cup the back of his head, coaxing him up the couch, closer, until their faces aligned somewhat- ] ... it was an awesome picture. And it's gonna be an awesome billboard. With an awesome Pro on it. [ That toothy smile grows wider, pleased at the way Katsukis hand guides him closer, their lips meeting in a slow, calculated kiss; the tip of his tongue greets the other, barely teasing at the idea of an opened mouth exchange.
Body shifts slightly, going from that hovering, curled position to a half-plank as he maneuvers the solid piece of muscle that's his lower body to gently settle. A firm weight nudging up between Katsukis legs- the weight giving him leverage to deepen their kiss. He grins into it, eyes shutting as red-spikes tilt to the side slightly, enjoying the small wet sounds their kissing makes- Red is a romantic, and as per usual he melts into it. Groaning from his chest, deep and happy- ] mmmm... mm, [ His body rocks a little, like a teenage being riled up by his first kiss- he mumbles between their tongues touching.] oooh, sexy showers.. nmmm, mmhm, and .... trips with the manliest hotty... to the groceries~ [ The little shit grins between their kissing, being cheesy just to poke at his boyfriend. Grocery shopping with Eijirou was a nightmare; everything. In. The Cart. And he knows Katsuki is a stickler for prep. ]
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Date: 12/30/25 07:10 (UTC)Eijirou never left his side or avoided the work. Even if Katsuki preferred keeping his struggles to himself, his boyfriend was always there with him when he needed it. And even when he didn't. Resting in his strong arms, soaking heat through his powerful chest, recovering in his hero's embrace as those damages from the past eased and left him once more. He hated being a burden to Eijirou, yet knew he never was to him in the first place. Fucking relief knowing his struggles were covered in these strong arms. Comfortable enough with their presence he could touch his lips to them and interact with his scars while their bodies tangled together in utmost pleasure and heat.
Heroes often had to endure seeing people they loved and cared for in pain, both physical and emotional. Katsuki's sat beside his lover's hospital bed, head on the mattress and hand holding Red's tough paw amid steady beeping of heart monitors and breathing machines, trusting he'll be okay even if his chest fluttered in unspoken concern. Part of being a hero. In exchange, these moments matter all the more. Casting off shirts and scuffing fingers through red spikes as they mess around on the couch like a pair of lovesick idiots.
Guess they're gonna be shooting a damn poster together. He picks a path down Eijirou's shoulder, tracing corded muscle and bare skin towards his angular shoulder blade. Doesn't have to be a sexy poster, it'll probably be cool and kickass with two Pro Heroes so high ranked. Lips curve so close to his skin, he knows Eijirou's smiling, and he digs his digits a bit firmer into his scalp's rear to haul his boyfriend up his chest to his face. Forehead to forehead, noses brushing as words ghost warm air across his lips. Fucking handsome bastard...]
Says the guy who's face's plastered all over the new gym chain. [Red Riot's so damn popular with young men and women for his kind spirit, macho personality, and unwavering strength. Katsuki's seen the way people look at his boyfriend on the street and during interviews. White teeth shine between his curving lips, sharp and intense, giving him a damn kink for his lover's maw as he leans up and nips along Eijirou's lower lip before kissing him. Tongue tip touches his mouth and he opens it instinctively, letting a chased smooch quickly evolve into open-mouth tongue tangles with more heat and liquid than's probably needed. But it feels good amid their breaths and low noises. All for him.
Arms drop beside him, a muscular chest lifts and solid abs harden as warmth siphons between their torsos and his boyfriend has to be a damn tease by planking over him. Half wanting to drag Eijirou back down for flesh to flesh melding, half attracted to his show of strength as he holds himself up. Lower bodies press together, narrow hips and a swollen groin nuzzling to each other as he lifts his waist and answers with his own interested connection. A knee tents beside Eijirou's thigh, nuzzling the outer cords of muscle with his bone. Before he hooks his heel over his man's lower leg, tracing his sole along his carved calf simply to keep touching as their kiss deepens. Red spines mingle with ashen blonde spikes, noses brushing together again as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss. Romantic, intimate, arousing, as long as it gets hot and interesting soon enough, Katsuki's can handle his man's sappy romance. Happy Eijirou.]
ngh... you really... haa... wanna go from... showers to groceries-? [Cutting off in a low grunt before biting at Eijirou's tongue. He gropes unashamedly down his boyfriend's back, feeling defined muscle and warm skin to the hem of his pants, and takes one firm butt cheek in hand for a few admiring squeezes. Paybacks for Eijirou's cocky grins and teasing him. There's a reason he never lets his boyfriend go grocery shopping alone. It's bad enough when they do it together. He deftly slips a finger down beneath the hem, tracing over his man's smooth skin and warmth.] you fucking- nhah... suck at shopping. c'mere- ... fuck, eijirou.
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Date: 12/31/25 05:20 (UTC)[ Their kiss was warm, a little messy and most important slow- just how Eijirou liked to do it with Katsuki. Not that he would ever complain about a quick peck or sudden kiss. But ever since they started dating, even before, after they discovered each other in a way beyond friends, kissing had been one of Eijirous little secret obsessions. Kissing someone felt nice, sure, but sharing their first kiss with Katsuki had been...
Astronomically the best.
Clumsy as hell, yes. But he'd dreamt about it for days, promising himself to cherish it forever. Bakugou, the romantic he was- had called him a dummy (not the exact words) for thinking so much about it. Touching and acts of service had always been the redheads go-to's' to let someone know he cared-- so hugging and kissing was just innate to him. And once their little bromantic escapades had become more legitimate, Eijirou learned kissing his boyfriend was one of the manliest things he would ever do. Nights spent together, or casual times when the blonde boy would just hang out in his room- usually ended in the two sharing a kiss. He loved it, melted into it, like a pup whose ear was scratched just right. It made him feel warm, hot, strong and weak all at once! Except, he never got out of his bad habit of yapping when they made out. ]
mmn, haa... I wanna- mm, [ His voice carried the smile tugging up his lips as his tongue greets Katsukis more persistent one; Eijirou groans low at the soft biting of his tongue, feeling Katsukis teeth and his smirk grows fonder. He wants him to quiet down. Jerk. ] I wanna do everything with you. hnmm, heh- and do it everywhere with you, too~ [ Own sharp smirk preens, red eyes peeking up to give Katsuki a knowing stare-- he feels his hand on his butt. But he lets it happen, instead shifting his weight a bit, lowering his posture to lessen the gap between them, lowering his plank. Kissing Katsukis lips which slowly start to grow flushed, raw- Red stares at them for a second, clearly getting worked up himself by the way his breath panted out of his mouth-- except... he looked distracted. The face Red made when he got an idea.]
haa... [ Tongue slips out to lick his own lips, mostly out of need, all that kissing dried them up, and with the way his boyfriend hot rod of a body was wriggling beneath him; Eijirou was having a hard time focusing on his idea. He'd been so excited thinking about living together, then food, then back to living together(!!) then to all the things they could do because they could live together-- he hadn't really thought about their private life. All the intimate moments they could share now. Sex.
They were always so busy as Pro Heroes, but he would say they had a healthy love life. Their hands were on each other at some point of the day. And he still saw red sparks and shooting stars every time. But sometimes living in two homes made trying certain things difficult... at least Eijirou justified it so.
He blurts it out without thinking- eyes locked on Katsukis throat and lips as he considers it-] we can... try that thing you always wanna do. [ Pause. Wait- Eijirou blinks, eyes shooting up to lock eyes with the blondes fiery pair. Wait, amend it. Amend it! ] I-... I mean, we do it- but like... you know, you... if you, wanna do it... more? Since- you know, we'll be... just... living together and I won't gotta go back to my apartment- and- you sometimes wanna-
[ He swallows- ]
top, I mean.
[ Grown, Pro Hero man, shifts a bit as he flushes and flounders for words- because he knows Katsuki will pick up what he's putting down, and hold him to it. It wasn't that Kirishima Eijirou didn't LIKE bottoming for his boyfriend, it just-- it was always so much work to go back home after! And he wasn't used to it! And, and, how was he suppose to ride his bike!? Eijirou had a complicate relationship with switching, at first as a teen he'd shied away from even trying and Katsuki never made him feel any type of way about it. Which only made him wanna try it less. And the few times they'd switched during their relationship-- it always took some sort of grappling foreplay for him to settle with the idea of not being the top. Complicated. And now, the idea of sharing a permanent home with his partner felt... safer. ]
I mean-! We don't gotta... do... that, now. I'm just, y'know- ideas. [ Voice softens as he turns his face to touch his nose into Katsukis cheek, this time the scarless one. Crimson eyes watch for his blondes reaction, mostly curious, and he adds-] and I don't suck at shopping.