[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: 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.]