[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.
[Katsuki's not one for quick pecks, but he's grown more open to randomly kissing his boyfriend out of nowhere simply because he feels like it. Tilting his red head backwards on the couch and catching his mouth halfway through whatever the other man's questioning him about. Taking his chin after a battle and shoving their lips together before the smoke clears. Randomly turning his head and shutting Eijirou's rambling up in the shower without any intention of following up with something erotic or intimate. Just a kiss and done.]
ngh... oy, haa- don't talk... with your mouth full. [As if he's one to say with his tongue halfway shoved down Eijirou's throat. Twisting slimy around his more demure one and wrestling towards his lower jaw. A groan ripples through his teeth and makes his entire lower head feel hyper sensitive for a second. Who the hell's gonna quiet down with this sort of interest?] Heh... what a horny man I've got. ["Everything" he says, "everywhere" as well. Where'd the shy, flushing redhead go from two years back who'd get stammery over some grinding on the bed? Katsuki looks smug and proud together below Eijirou's preening expression, squeezing at one of those sculpted butt cheeks flexing above his hips when the man changes weight props. Heat spreads over his chest and stomach like a low-powered oven door opening, nerves reaching for Eijirou's skin the closer he lowers to him. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, locking their jaws together and playing tongue-of-war once again while trying to manage wet breaths somewhere in the mess.]
Hm? [Ashen blonde spikes jump slightly as he drops his head to the couch cushion, content to lie back and watch his boyfriend spin his wheels. And lick his lips when he should've been the one making a wet wreck of them. Living together meant always being around each other. Showering in the bathroom, cooking side by side, sleeping in the same bed, watching the laundry go round and round because it's fucking cold out there and the dryer's hot, failing to make it to the couch and fucking in the middle of the living room floor out of pure impatience. Their private lives won't be so private, harder to find moments of alone time. Is he ready to sacrifice those for having Eijirou around him so much more, for opening his front door-- their front door --and seeing his happy red eyes widen in welcome above a sharp-toothed grin stretching ear to ear? ... Yeah, he's been ready.]
Huh? What thing? [Suddenly dipping into random vagueness, one red eye wider than the other as his brow shoots towards his hairline and his head cants right. He's "always" wanted to do? Fingers slide upward, leaving a toned butt and pressing into Eijirou's back diamond, half to comfort, half to encourage, as if he can push the words out and get those brick solid irises to confess. Instead, he's left pulling a face in confusion, more rambling stumbles over Eijirou's lips onto his face, making zero sense.] Oy, spit it out! You're rambling!
[And 'pop' there it is. Katsuki's expression blanks, angled eyebrows piquing over his nose bridge and lips flattening in a mix of incredulous and dullard understanding. Right. Topping.]
Phhtt! HAhaha! [His chest and shoulders shake in laughter, teasing mercilessly as he grabs his boyfriend's shoulder with his free hand. A full-grown man, a Pro Hero who can shoulder check a tank with no damage, is flushing and twitching in overwhelming embarrassment. Yeah, he gets it. Eijirou's always been iffy about bottoming, ever since Katsuki roared at him over "wrecking" his ass when they did it nonstop for hours. Before a mission. Or when he griped about leaking "for days" or grumbled over his boyfriend's sex drive being too damn high. As if he'd pound Eijirou into the bed and then make him drive home a sweaty, cum-dripping mess with his sore ass bouncing on his bike seat. They only ever switched a few times, during longer breaks when he could take the time to wrestle his boyfriend's discomfort away and promise a long rest after for his aching rump. Despite his explosive attitude and aggressive nature, Katsuki usually bottomed, for... a lot of reasons. Eijirou being one of them. His man felt fucking amazing. And he never made their times together feel boring.
A strong hand with tough palm claps at the back of red spikes, crinching a few more gelled points as he pulls Red's head down and clunks their foreheads together. Eyes half shut in amusement with an aggressive affectionate grin on his face.] After you move in, next time we get two days off, I'll makes you see Heaven.
[Normally he'd say something along the lines of fucking his boyfriend's ass to death, but in this cause, knowing his lover's got a complicated relationship with switching, he curbs it, only wanting Eijirou to know he's happy to engage him while not demanding his complete wreckage.]
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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.
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Date: 1/5/26 03:23 (UTC)ngh... oy, haa- don't talk... with your mouth full. [As if he's one to say with his tongue halfway shoved down Eijirou's throat. Twisting slimy around his more demure one and wrestling towards his lower jaw. A groan ripples through his teeth and makes his entire lower head feel hyper sensitive for a second. Who the hell's gonna quiet down with this sort of interest?] Heh... what a horny man I've got. ["Everything" he says, "everywhere" as well. Where'd the shy, flushing redhead go from two years back who'd get stammery over some grinding on the bed? Katsuki looks smug and proud together below Eijirou's preening expression, squeezing at one of those sculpted butt cheeks flexing above his hips when the man changes weight props. Heat spreads over his chest and stomach like a low-powered oven door opening, nerves reaching for Eijirou's skin the closer he lowers to him. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, locking their jaws together and playing tongue-of-war once again while trying to manage wet breaths somewhere in the mess.]
Hm? [Ashen blonde spikes jump slightly as he drops his head to the couch cushion, content to lie back and watch his boyfriend spin his wheels. And lick his lips when he should've been the one making a wet wreck of them. Living together meant always being around each other. Showering in the bathroom, cooking side by side, sleeping in the same bed, watching the laundry go round and round because it's fucking cold out there and the dryer's hot, failing to make it to the couch and fucking in the middle of the living room floor out of pure impatience. Their private lives won't be so private, harder to find moments of alone time. Is he ready to sacrifice those for having Eijirou around him so much more, for opening his front door-- their front door --and seeing his happy red eyes widen in welcome above a sharp-toothed grin stretching ear to ear? ... Yeah, he's been ready.]
Huh? What thing? [Suddenly dipping into random vagueness, one red eye wider than the other as his brow shoots towards his hairline and his head cants right. He's "always" wanted to do? Fingers slide upward, leaving a toned butt and pressing into Eijirou's back diamond, half to comfort, half to encourage, as if he can push the words out and get those brick solid irises to confess. Instead, he's left pulling a face in confusion, more rambling stumbles over Eijirou's lips onto his face, making zero sense.] Oy, spit it out! You're rambling!
[And 'pop' there it is. Katsuki's expression blanks, angled eyebrows piquing over his nose bridge and lips flattening in a mix of incredulous and dullard understanding. Right. Topping.]
Phhtt! HAhaha! [His chest and shoulders shake in laughter, teasing mercilessly as he grabs his boyfriend's shoulder with his free hand. A full-grown man, a Pro Hero who can shoulder check a tank with no damage, is flushing and twitching in overwhelming embarrassment. Yeah, he gets it. Eijirou's always been iffy about bottoming, ever since Katsuki roared at him over "wrecking" his ass when they did it nonstop for hours. Before a mission. Or when he griped about leaking "for days" or grumbled over his boyfriend's sex drive being too damn high. As if he'd pound Eijirou into the bed and then make him drive home a sweaty, cum-dripping mess with his sore ass bouncing on his bike seat. They only ever switched a few times, during longer breaks when he could take the time to wrestle his boyfriend's discomfort away and promise a long rest after for his aching rump. Despite his explosive attitude and aggressive nature, Katsuki usually bottomed, for... a lot of reasons. Eijirou being one of them. His man felt fucking amazing. And he never made their times together feel boring.
A strong hand with tough palm claps at the back of red spikes, crinching a few more gelled points as he pulls Red's head down and clunks their foreheads together. Eyes half shut in amusement with an aggressive affectionate grin on his face.] After you move in, next time we get two days off, I'll makes you see Heaven.
[Normally he'd say something along the lines of fucking his boyfriend's ass to death, but in this cause, knowing his lover's got a complicated relationship with switching, he curbs it, only wanting Eijirou to know he's happy to engage him while not demanding his complete wreckage.]