[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: 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.