[ The laugh that expelled out of the blonde was both his favorite thing in the world...
And the most evil, endearingly amusing sound for this situation! (!!) (!!!) ]
DON'T- [ A bright red floods up Eijirous neck, cheeks, and forehead as the gawks at how Katsuki shakes with laughter. The blush is comical how fast it overwhelms his face- if he was any younger his Quirk would be cracking in places by the pressure. The grip on his shoulder doesn't help as he feels how genuine the amusement is- he squawks right back. Shocked. OFFENDED.] Don't laugh-!? Whatthehell?!
Don't laugh, I'm SERIOUUUS-! [ Those pointy red eyebrows pinch together in an brief attempt to look stern- too bad the big ass smile crawling up his lips takes over half of his face. He couldn't lie, he loved when the blonde laughed. Because who couldn't like that raspy, boyish cackle- plus, Katsuki had a great sense of humor. People just never took the time to try to make him laugh.
Two hands clamp against his partners toned waist, whilst he shook from laughing, he HUFFED down at him from the sheer ridicule. He SHAKES Katsukis frame gently- trying to physically stop his howling. A mans Pride wasn't to be messed with!] HA. HA. Very funny, here I am telling you my deepest darkest insecurity [ Not really, but taking it up the butt was up there.] and you're laaaaughing? you're so mean... [ A lip puckers out, usually he'd take this opportunity to feign hurt and milk it a bit; nothing like a big strong Pro WOUNDED to get some special attention from another big strong Pro out of heroics, or well, guilt.
Then a hand cups the back of his head, the touch so firm and confident, secure, it earns them a moment of attention; and Eijirou stares down at him with a soft reverence. The touch of their foreheads gets a sheepishly excited grin from the redhead, and the words that followed just make him meeelt-] oookaaaay- wooow, okay, hotshot. [ The smile grows wider, almost embarrassed. Excited. Red snorts a chuckle, brushing noses with him in response to the promise of receiving such a spiritual experience next time... It was his turn to tease a little. ]
is that a promisee~? [ He wasn't expecting such a romantic one-liner; it... helped. Sorta. Baby steps. Though, being the one-track minded goof he was, he adds with a peck to Katsukis lips as he settles back to his good, not nervous about butt-stuff, mood.] hehee, I honestly thought you were gonna say something 'bout killing my ass or something. You're so mature now~
[If you don't want him laughing, Red, don't say things that make him laugh! It's not his fault seeing his big strong boyfriend fretting over bottoming more often because they moved in together. Katsuki hadn't even been thinking about sex (mostly) in this arrangement!]
You're as red as your hair. [Fingers poke at Eijirou's forehead; it's even gone all the way up to his hairline. Poke here, poke on his cheekbone, poke on his jaw, all the places flushing hot red swarming his man's handsome face. He's seen him flush several times before, but this has to be one of the trophy takers. Would've been kind of hot if Eijirou got so flustered, his Quirk activated. (Katsuki finds it hot when that happens during sex.) He drops back on the couch, finally opening his eyes when his boyfriend squawks at him.] That's why it's so funny!
[Because he's so serious about it! His own angled brows flatten only so much from his mirth, slowly ratcheting up into their normal sharp tent as happiness melts over usual cockiness. There he goes, breaking from attempted stern to Eijirou's normal smile. Katsuki stops poking at his face and instead traces his thumb along Red's lips' corner. A smile he's fallen in love with years ago-]
Oy! [Red eyes spring open wide, hips bouncing up from the couch in a rush. Don't grab his waist all of a sudden! Fucking paws bear clamping onto his pelvis. With a flump of fabric and butt, he drops them to the couch again, smirking up into his man's huffing face.] Pera pera pera. That's only a dim insecurity, dumbass. [Nowhere near deepest darkest. He knows Eijirou's weaknesses well enough by now. Sex isn't as large a one, though he has his hangups the blonde has to tackle time to time. Bottoming being one of them. He cards his hand through red spikes, crinkling some of the conditioner setting those lofty crimson peaks.] Lucky for you, I like it when you top.
[Forehead to forehead, his rough voice smoothing somewhat as he promises to his boyfriend's face. Shit, why's he gotta look so damn handsome when he's all sheepish and flustered? It makes Katsuki want to bully him more. Lips curve in another grin as he brings their mouths together, less a kiss and more a brush of lip to lip in a lazy touch, letting words exchange through tangible connection than simple audible take.] You're already excited, Shitty Hair.
[Don't try to pretend he's the one getting teased right now! Katsuki takes a plush lip between is teeth, nipping at flesh and a flavor all Eijirou.] Uh-huh. [A promise from one to another. Even if he has to start from the beginning and work his boyfriend into it, he'll obliterate every hang up coming to interfere with their time together. Another kiss and he hooks a leg around his man's waist. Muscles flex and Katsuki hauls him down flush to his own body, grunting softly as they press together.] Che. I didn't want you to piss yourself.
[Wait, who said something about "mature" just now?]
[ with their foreheads pressed against each others, its easy work to allow those ghosted kisses to linger. The way Katsuki talks into each kiss makes Eijirou lean in for more, his outright flustered expression melting into a calm, satisfied smile as he chases his boyfriends talking lips...
A coy smiiiile tugs at his cheek, but instead of teasing upfront he settles for pecking the words into the blondes busy lips- they're wet from all the kissing and laughing. His favorite.] ... oh yeah? you like it? [ Playing dumb was easy, keeping a straight face wasn't. Specially when he was purposely trying to rile up his boyfriend who had a short fuse to begin with. Eijirou shifts slowly, he feels the blondes strong leg hook around him, and he goes willingly as he speaks, slow and hushed-] ...I can never tell, with aaaall those noises you make~ [ Fump, their middles press plush together thanks to Katsukis borderline MMA leg hook- it earns him a low, throaty groan from Eijirou. Half chuckling as he starts to shift, to get excited again, like always he tries to resist- something about grappling with the blonde always excites him, even during foreplay- but he can't help but to eat up every languid kiss. His throat rumbles as he moans into their shared kiss. Oh, yes, he's excited again and was getting haaaar-
Bite.
Red eyebrows slowly pinch at the feeling of a blunt discomfort, his lip squeezed between his lovers bite- Eijirou opens his eyes to staaare down at him, crimson locking on rubies and he grins back, ignoring the light sting of his lower lip taken hostage.] Tsuuki- mm. oow. [ With a feigned pain he gently tuugs at his limp, slowly until Katsuki frees it, and surely enough, he leans down for more- the excitement of it all, nerves gone, gets a slowly fading grin to turn into a more focused expression of thrill when Katsuki uses that old, mean, but endearing, nickname- Red grins as his hands squeeze at his boyfriends waist, they swoop back, hoisted to squeeze at the blondes perfectly toned butt. He whispers, hushed but fast, the little thrill twinkling in his eyes-] "Shitty Hair"? Really? you wanna do petnames right now? mm? [ He's eating it up as he leans over to kiss him, and as he does, he ruts against the blondes middle. Slow, firm and it makes his strong back arch into it, a full body shudder threatening his typically solid form.] mmn... I do miss that.. haa. heh, Bakugou.
[ When he calls Katsukis name like he did so many years ago, it pulls on something in his face, a wry smile grows- both bemused and utterly triggering-- in the best way possible. He feels like he did back when they graduated, new, thrilled. Back then moving out together, now moving in with each other; explorative and new. A utterly turned on by the mere idea of doing it all with his favorite person.
His hands pull away from pawing at his boyfriends lower body to gently start tugging down what remains of the blondes clothes; pants get pulled down and over those toned cheeks as Eijirou other hand slowly pries that hooked leg off him. A pity, but they could be entangled again soon. He distracts them by letting his bitten lips kiss down Katsukis throat, then he hums; eyes looking down between them, before peeking up at Katsuki, locking red with red- intense and focused. ] turn around for me...
[He leans in for more, he gives him the more he wants. Tilting his head and letting their mouths fit together in a gentle connection. Lips push one to one in a gentle smush of skin and warmth. They part and he tangles their tongue together between their separated jaws, sometimes chaste, most times a lewd twist more spit than breath. Shuts them both up for a few minutes, nothing but gentle moans and softer sounds of kissing.
Until Eijirou decides to break the connection and dips back into pecking at his mouth, dammit. He tries catching one such between his teeth, head tilted and snapping in the air as he misses. Dammit. What a tease.] You need me to fucking saying it each time? [Play dumb and he's gonna smack that spiky red brick-for-brain head of yours! If this guy wanted to get him irritated, he's doing well enough, angled brows narrowing over his eyes as Eijirou shifts above him. No way. He refuses to let him go, legs locking around the redhead's narrow hips and calves tucking above his perfectly-toned buttocks.] Keep talking like that and I'm gonna wring your damn torso in half. [Don't taunt him with "aaaall" those noises he mak-] Ngh! [-he grunts despite himself, eye cringing slightly in pleasure as their hips meet once more and his boyfriend groans above him. Slow grinds, rubbing together until his body's threatening to shudder and his legs are fighting to get his ankles knotted together in case Eijirou decides he wants to get the hell up and leave him. Have a chomp for your efforts!]
Urusei... You've had harder... [Grumbled around the bite he knows isn't hurting his man one damn bit. Beyond the spark of it. Slowly he eases his jaw, letting plush flesh slide free of his teeth until a final scrape sends it bouncing back against his boyfriend's beautiful sharp teeth. Eagerly sweeping in for more. He throws his arm around Eijirou's broad shoulders and hooks it about his warm neck, pulling down his boyfriend with zero nerves or concerns bubbling between them. A low moan rumbles in his throat, answering his mate's greedy paws clutching at his hips while his own lower limbs stay locked in a grip a wrestler would be proud of. How long's it been since he called Eijirou by that high school name?] Ah! ... fuck. [Don't grab him by the ass like that! It encourages his legs to squeeze, hiking his own hips off the couch and closer into his partner's own throbbing waist. Butt flexing perfectly in the redhead's grip.] Shut up. I've called you that during worse...
["Worse" meaning with his mouth full and his lips busy and his hands running all over his boyfriend's body until they're dragging sweat lines in his fingers' wake. Eijirou always likes it, whether his name or his nickname, as long as it's in Katsuki's voice. He tilts his head and kisses him hard, tightening one hand over a meaty shoulder and gripping his lover into himself with three out of four limbs. Back and forth, hips rutting together as their growing need swells and rolls alongside each other's hardened members. So damn strong, the way his muscles move under his skin, an addicting tapestry under his skin for his hand to grapple and admire.]
Tch. You're really gonna rile me up now. [Unable to stop the smirk tugging his lips despite the "annoyance" furrowing his brows beneath his choppy bangs. Dammit, why's it so hard to get mad at him? Truly mad. Knocked away by a surging heat of arousal, plowed forward by a mountain he fell in love with so long ago. Katsuki lifts his hips, helping with the damn clothes stripping down his waist and legs. Pants and boxer briefs shucked from his skin as he reluctantly unfurls his legs and gives Eijirou some breathing room. His head tilts back, groaning under sharp teeth, free leg working on trying to "kick" and paw at his boyfriend's waist with his heel to skim his own lower garments off his skin. Wanting nothing but "them" between them. One crimson glance is all he needs and the blonde grumbles before twisting around on himself. Wriggling and jerking, one arm pulling across his chest and gripping the couch cushion to tug himself over. Simultaneously jerking his hips towards the couch back, a one-two action that has him rolling over on his stomach and dropping his head on the couch pillow.] You better lose yours too, dammit...
yeeeah, but I think I like it better than you callin' me "Hair-for-Brains" while we're doing it~
( A chuckle bubbles out of him as he proceeds to pay proper attention to Katsukis neck while they explore the use of former high school pet names. Either way, it really didn't matter what his boyfriend called him, as long as the words were coming from that overly raspy, stern voice Eijirou would melt for it. Proudly owning the fact he was a total shmuck for his man being even an once cornier than usual- petnames, subtle touches, acts of service, even a subtle smirk directed his way during random patrols they so happened to see each other during. Eijirou ate it all up.
But, that mixed with the nostalgia of high school nicknames and now the promise of finally having that perfect "forever" sleepover he always dreamed about having with his best friend as a young adult. Aka moving in together- well; it was a recipe for red hot lover boy being cheesy at 1000%.)
... so you do like it when I use your surname? I kneeew it, it turns you on too, huh? nostalgic softy~ (Red smiiiles, landing a final soft bite to Katsukis collarbone for good measure; he pulls back when he feels the subtle but insistent kickickick of a heel trying peel the pants off his waist- it works, mostly exposing the small of his back along with half of his toned butt, and Eijirou reaches back to grab the unruly foot-) it's kinda hot how sentimental you're growing up to be, Katsuki. I like it. ( Eijirou preens, a twinkle of coy victory shining in those handsome red eyes as he leans to kiss him again- happy to keep prolonging their soft make-out sessions... ... but Katsuki complies without protest.
Eijirou blinks, watching as the blonde so effortlessly chucks his pants, turns around onto himself- smooth, strong muscle worked under fair toned skin shifting around so casually in the most intimate way. Naked, openly, on a fancy couch, with him. Reds mouth slowly opens as if to say something, but words illude him as he admires the way Katsukis moves beneath him, unable to keep himself from shifting closer- raising himself onto his haunches to keep staring. There is a second where he does a small dance of his own, raising a knee then back down down, to allow the blondes legs to move freely, to jerk up and over until he was comfortable...
Flakes of red slant to the side as he takes in the view. He was such a lucky guy.
He always loved being face to face with the blonde while they did it- some thought it was "vanilla" but Eijirou very confidently loved missionary over any thing else... except, sometimes, like tonight- he was entranced by those two subtle, but alluring twin dimples on the small of Katsukis back. Signs of a toned butt- and so, so hot. Sometimes Red Riot caught himself sneaking a glance when his partners costume pants dragged too low, for any signs of a sliver of skin- he was always telling the Explosive Hero to get a belt.) hn? my pants? ( Reds brain is catching up half the speed... Then he finds it, his brain. Red smiiiles sideways, eyes trailing up his boyfriends amazing rump, as his hands touch just the inner part of his boyfriends inner knees, as if asking permission to approach- ) why? I thought you liked it when my belt buckle was in on the action~?
( The wry smirk on Reds face is riddled in his voice as he does just as Katsuki commands, a hand unhooks, zips, and loosens the better half of his pants, a dark trail peeking from the front of his boxer briefs thanks not only to the work Katsukis heel had worked before with his MMA lover-moves, but from the prominent hard-on he was tenting-) mmm... sooo- ( As he spoke, Red leans over, pants half dangling off his ass but loosen enough so he can wrangle his knees closer, crowding Katsukis thighs with his own- as he bends at the waist to encage him from behind. Strong arms bend, hands firmly squeezing those outer thighs, a few pleasant squeezes later they leave hot skin to anchor his mans waist. They might need a cushion under here, Katsukis comfort front of mind- and the thought lingers while his mouth lands right between his mans shoulder blades. Mouthing a slow, hot kiss down the middle there- until another thought surfaces, and a toothy, sharky grin grows while stealing kisses off his boyfriends heated skin- a confidence Eijirou usually flaunted from the safety of being out of Katsukis most lethal spot, out of his swing zone.) mmm... doooes this mean we're consummating us moving in together, babe?
Edited (( tiny typo sorry! if u wanna fade at any point pls lmk!! ꈍ◡ꈍ i could go on foreverrrr he loves the saucy foreplay hehe. happy vday! )) Date: 2/16/26 07:40 (UTC)
[He's yelled at Eijirou for worse while they got hot and horny together. Usually for being too energetic or intense, or for not putting as much energy or intensity. Go figure. Most of the time he's managing out Eijirou's name amid different curses or panting breaths. A low breath tremors under his teeth as those kisses continue making a mess about his neck, head falling to the side and baring more of his throat for his boyfriend's hungry mouth. He loved his voice no matter what Eijirou was saying. Loud and strong with its timber he fell for back in high school. Not gonna admit he liked all the little nuances his boyfriend did or didn't know he gave when they were out...
Don't give him that "perfect forever sleepover" crap! Embarrassing! They're moving in together like adults, not two kids deciding to kick it back for a night in their parents' house! What a cheesy, sappy way of putting it. And stupidly cute while he's at it.]
Shut up. You know I do. [Growling at him beneath furrowed ashen brows. Giving Eijirou permission to use his surname was a massive leap in their relationship. It meant he saw his man as someone close enough to use his name. Only his parents and childhood friends could call him that without getting their heads bitten off. Sharp teeth nip at his collarbone and his breath hikes in a gasp, quickly stuffed down with another grunt as his legs keep wrestling for his boyfriend's pants to shuck lower. Shit, he's only getting it halfway off his perfect butt before Eijirou grabs him by the top of it. He snarls up at him and deliberately clunks his heel into his butt cheek.] Haa?! Who the fuck's sentimental! [Not him! Another kiss and he takes revenge by... fisting the back of his spiky red hair and pulling him in for a hard mouth to mouth shove. Not as soft as before, at first, then eases into another messy make out. Until he finally has to break it and flip over.
Not the first time he's been naked with Red on the couch. He folds his arms under his head, biceps bunching beneath his skin and shoulder muscles flexing on either side of his spiky hair. Doesn't have to hear a thing to know his boyfriend's gaping at him from behind.] You're staring. [His expression's all grins despite the faint heat pinking across his cheekbones. Fuck, does he have any idea what his eyes do to him> Knowing Eijirou's pretty red gaze is locked to the slopes of his back definitions. Knees shift behind him, a warm body all barechested and strong, his man moving to his knees as he gets his own legs settled on the couch in a languid stretch. Comfortable, chest to the cushions, spine curved from his nape to the rise of his ass.
When they first did this, Katsuki refuses face to face. He didn't want to watch, didn't want Eijirou to see the look on his face. It hurt, it was embarrassing, it felt weird, he made strange sounds, sex was messy and gross! But as they did it more, those feelings faded (at feeling truly embarrassed) and he finally let Eijirou take him on his back. Vanilla, but a lot more intimate. Guess he's a bit luckier; he got to see his man's sculpted torso, packed muscles, tantalizing back, exposed all the time they were in costume. Even though there's so much more. Katsuki drums his fingers on his forearms, tongue clicking into his lower jaw.] Yes your pants, dumbass. Want me to blast them off instead? [He will! He has in the past. Expression flat, eyes lidded, lips in a line of exasperation. Stop staring at his ass and get to work on those stupid pants. A low grunt answered his fingers on his inner knee. Bastard, don't distract him!]
You think I want that big metal thing jamming into my tailbone?! [Holy shit. The sound of his zipper dragging down shouldn't be so hot. That noise goes right through his brain and fast tracks to his dick, twitching between his hips and the cushions below. He swallows despite himself, knowing more than anyone what Eijirou looks like below the belt. No, not looking. Gonna lie here and glare at the wall, let his ears and thoughts and skin fill in blanks. Bet he as already hard, prominent bulge jutting up from his fly. Was he wearing dark briefs or light ones?] Ngh... annoying. [Knees strap at his thighs, pants still stubbornly stuck on his boyfriend's hips as they stretch across the back of his thighs, lashing him to the couch. Trapped with cushions on one side and a hot muscular body looming over him on the other. His thighs flex beneath Eijirou's hands, cabling muscle rippling at his paws with each squeeze. Both dimples appear despite himself the second his man possessively grabs his pelvis, buttocks tightening on reflex. Dammit, he's refusin-] Ah fuck [-and all but melts face-first into his arms thanks to someone's hot mouth pressing into the valley of his wing bones. Burning lips leaving tattoos in the shape of Eijirou's mouth, wandering lower and lower until his back muscles shudder. He's getting daring since he thinks he can't reach him... He's only partially right.]
Che! Dumbass. This is only for you agreeing! [Katsuki finally turns his head, glaring over his shoulder despite the clear affection and heat in his eyes and expression.] When you move in, this one's gonna look fucking weak. [Consummation with a capital C.]
[ooc: totally good with keeping going! i don't really bother fading to black ever unless it's agreed on beforehand or requested. i love these two so the more we get to play them loving each other out, the happier i am! thanks for being so awesome! man, we've been threading on and off again for years now. much love to you! <3]
Uh-huh... [ The soft hum of agreement is all he can muster while he takes his sweet time kissing every toned muscle sculpted into Katsukis upper back; every inch his lips rubbed against, kissed, and nipped even better then the next, skin so smooth no one would ever believe it came from one of the roughest men in the industry; because no one understood how well the blonde took care of himself. Everything about him was taken care of, he ate well, he trained, toned, and stretched his body on the daily to stay at tip-top shape. Skincare was a given, with a mother like his Katsuki had top tier items that he put to use. Even his scars were well taken care- with good reason, they were part of him now and therefore had to be the best scars in the world. At least, Eijirou thought so- his boyfriends scars were hot as hell.
Plus, Katsuki knows he's incredibly attractive. Insanely Hot. That confidence was gasoline to Eijirous fire; a wry confidence that oozed out of him every time he spoke, moved his strong body. Locked eyes with Eijirou. It drove the redhead bonkers.
So yes, it was difficult to not stare when Katsuki was in the room with him, even harder so when he was so hot and bothered to do it he willingly undressed right in front of him- pretty butt naked, on a fancy leather couch that made the whole thing boarder line erotic. Red was a lucky man, and he showed his appreciation by slowly hoisting himself further up, kissing at the back of his mans neck, whispering soft banter between kisses-] I can't stare at my boyfriend? mmm? You're like, everything I think about all day, babe... [ Besides being a Hero. Duh.] plus, you really don't know how good you look right now, and you're all... mine, hmmm. [ He exhaled long, slow breaths while gently, but firmly, rubbing those crimson flakes into ashen blonde, his nose digging deep into the side of Bakugous neck; the nuzzling doing something to him, flipping a very innate switch.]
no blasting pants- [ Voice rough, breathless- head uplifting once as he suddenly rubbed his face into Katsukis hair, murmuring a low groan that resonated from his core, riveted up that broad chest, then melted out of his gawking mouth. Oh he was getting riled up from the moment- Red was a strong man, but like most males he could go from zero to fifty pretty quickly about most things: but nothing compared to the explosive blonde. Just thinking of this handsome, cocky grin made his heart throttle. And everything else with it. Everything.] haaa, Tsuki... y'know how many, hnm, times I've had this exact fantasy? [ He groans, maybe he was a little pathetic but at moments like these he felt lucky as hell that his dreams did come true- and nothing compared to the real thing.] mn...sooo many times, heh.
Bakugou... haa- [ Oh that feels different now- the flood of nostalgic adrenaline drowned him in gleeful arousal. It shouldn't feel this good, yet every part of Eijirous body reacted to to that feeling- the light fresh scent of Katsukis shampoo by his nose, the taut muscles shifting in his hands from his boyfriend arching up in reflex, the soft line of sweat growing between them, back and chest- god, even the gentle clinking of his belt buckle swaying as they fooled around drove him nuts. See, he knew it was a good idea keeping half his pants on. For now.
He turned his head slowly, face abandoning the lovely little nook on Katsukis neck- leaving a not so subtle purple mark- and he settles for propping his forehead against the back of his mans toned shoulders. Eijirou wasn't a small guy, and as strong as his man was this would only work if Red balanced his weight a bit- at least at the beginning. Crimson eyes half-lit focus down between them, for a second enjoying the view of those perfect, fair glutes shifting in his hands when Katsuki melts further into the couch- causing a dip on his spine that left Red gawking. Half listening to the blonde go on about when he moved in. Swallowing thick, Eijirou grins at the words, then he hushed-] is that a, haa, promise or a`threat? hm?
I love threats. Threats are great, specially yours, mm, wait, we need.... lube- fuck-??[ He was quietly rambling, putting two and two together; while his brain thinks of how to avoid leaving his perfectly naked boyfriend there, in the cold! Alone! He knew where the lube Katsuki liked was kept- but it was so far off in his bedroom. The rest of his body was shifting behind Katsuki, maneuvering his knees to give them more space, while holding enough leverage; already thinking of getting a slightly wider couch after they break this one. His abdomen burns from holding a plank so long- he settles, then a hand moves to plank beside the blondes head- the movement jostling something in his brain: pants have pockets, they hold things. Wallet.]
oh, fuck-! I'm a genius- hold on.[ The grin on his face could rival Katsukis right now, as he grooaans from pure joy. Like a kid in a candy shop, he half-twists back to dig in his pants, half dragging down his ass, buckle jingling comically. C'mon, c'monc'monc'mon, credit cards, coins, bills fly out as he shakes the dammed wallet free. Finally, pinching his trophy free, and bringing it up to his mouth; he nips and rips the shiny, foil square. To be fair, even if they usually never used condoms, he always kept one around just in case they decided to have sex somewhere a mess wasn't ideal- Dynamight liked to keep his agency office neat after all.
He's moving out of pure rush now, as he brazenly spits the tiny piece of wrapper he nipped off to the side, squeezing the notoriously slick rubber between his fingers-- the clear liquid dripping two drops onto the small of Katsukis back.
Water-based, neutral, but warm, nothing crazy.
The drops would feel warmer against Katsukis feverish skin. Probably alerting his boyfriend of what the hell he was actually doing back there-] I'm not wearing it. [ Red murmurs into Katsukis back- just in case he was wondering- and he gently rubbed the same drops of lubricant off with his fingers- none to waste. Pleased with his ingenious efforts, he murmurs a happy moan into his mans spine while simultaneously slipping a hand down to lightly touch up the other Heros inner thigh, trailing upwards, just sliding up enough for the him to feel the intrusive fingers- a silent sign for permission...
With a turn of his head, crimson eyes meet those intense rubies as Bakugou looks over his own shoulder at him- flushed, frustrated even- Eijirou cranes his neck, that planked left arm flexed to hold him up as he leans over to kiss Katsuki, at least the small part of his lips he could reach, as a finger, then two because he knows Katsuki enjoys the subtle burn, pressed in without much more of a warning- curving them almost instantly. He's rushing the prep a bit here, but everything about the moment called for him to take Katsuki then and there. And sure, they'd done it without prep, raw, suddenly hot clashes of sex in the past. Hot. But stupid. And he wasn't going to do that to Katsuki tonight... ]
just a lil, mm, relax- Bakugou- heh, we're gonna, nm- [ He nips a mark on Katsukis shoulder-- letting the sharpness of his teeth leave a mark; a quiet prize for Katsukis later. He liked bites, for some reason. Slanting his head now to knead lips and nose into a vulnerable earlobe; murmuring needy words as he holds Katsuki hostage beneath him, taking a slow minute to finger slow movements effortlessly against the tightness. ] ... we're gonna do this, every night. Every night.
[ Eijirou mouths his own sweet threat into that ear, pointedly stretching a finger as he said it- and gently bites Katsukis ear. And tugs the soft lobe as he stretches the finger a second time. Wider. A loving payback for the earlier mauling done onto him. ]
( ooc: bwaaaa! You're the BEST AND pls know I truly enjoy every tag you send my way. :''') your Bakugou is my 10/10 sniff. I always look forward to your writing and for these two to mingle with each other any chance they get. Truly a pleasure, and right back at u! ꈍ◡ꈍ )
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Date: 1/24/26 06:44 (UTC)And the most evil, endearingly amusing sound for this situation! (!!) (!!!) ]
DON'T- [ A bright red floods up Eijirous neck, cheeks, and forehead as the gawks at how Katsuki shakes with laughter. The blush is comical how fast it overwhelms his face- if he was any younger his Quirk would be cracking in places by the pressure. The grip on his shoulder doesn't help as he feels how genuine the amusement is- he squawks right back. Shocked. OFFENDED.] Don't laugh-!? Whatthehell?!
Don't laugh, I'm SERIOUUUS-! [ Those pointy red eyebrows pinch together in an brief attempt to look stern- too bad the big ass smile crawling up his lips takes over half of his face. He couldn't lie, he loved when the blonde laughed. Because who couldn't like that raspy, boyish cackle- plus, Katsuki had a great sense of humor. People just never took the time to try to make him laugh.
Two hands clamp against his partners toned waist, whilst he shook from laughing, he HUFFED down at him from the sheer ridicule. He SHAKES Katsukis frame gently- trying to physically stop his howling. A mans Pride wasn't to be messed with!] HA. HA. Very funny, here I am telling you my deepest darkest insecurity [ Not really, but taking it up the butt was up there.] and you're laaaaughing? you're so mean... [ A lip puckers out, usually he'd take this opportunity to feign hurt and milk it a bit; nothing like a big strong Pro WOUNDED to get some special attention from another big strong Pro out of heroics, or well, guilt.
Then a hand cups the back of his head, the touch so firm and confident, secure, it earns them a moment of attention; and Eijirou stares down at him with a soft reverence. The touch of their foreheads gets a sheepishly excited grin from the redhead, and the words that followed just make him meeelt-] oookaaaay- wooow, okay, hotshot. [ The smile grows wider, almost embarrassed. Excited. Red snorts a chuckle, brushing noses with him in response to the promise of receiving such a spiritual experience next time... It was his turn to tease a little. ]
is that a promisee~? [ He wasn't expecting such a romantic one-liner; it... helped. Sorta. Baby steps. Though, being the one-track minded goof he was, he adds with a peck to Katsukis lips as he settles back to his good, not nervous about butt-stuff, mood.] hehee, I honestly thought you were gonna say something 'bout killing my ass or something. You're so mature now~
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Date: 2/1/26 03:01 (UTC)You're as red as your hair. [Fingers poke at Eijirou's forehead; it's even gone all the way up to his hairline. Poke here, poke on his cheekbone, poke on his jaw, all the places flushing hot red swarming his man's handsome face. He's seen him flush several times before, but this has to be one of the trophy takers. Would've been kind of hot if Eijirou got so flustered, his Quirk activated. (Katsuki finds it hot when that happens during sex.) He drops back on the couch, finally opening his eyes when his boyfriend squawks at him.] That's why it's so funny!
[Because he's so serious about it! His own angled brows flatten only so much from his mirth, slowly ratcheting up into their normal sharp tent as happiness melts over usual cockiness. There he goes, breaking from attempted stern to Eijirou's normal smile. Katsuki stops poking at his face and instead traces his thumb along Red's lips' corner. A smile he's fallen in love with years ago-]
Oy! [Red eyes spring open wide, hips bouncing up from the couch in a rush. Don't grab his waist all of a sudden! Fucking paws bear clamping onto his pelvis. With a flump of fabric and butt, he drops them to the couch again, smirking up into his man's huffing face.] Pera pera pera. That's only a dim insecurity, dumbass. [Nowhere near deepest darkest. He knows Eijirou's weaknesses well enough by now. Sex isn't as large a one, though he has his hangups the blonde has to tackle time to time. Bottoming being one of them. He cards his hand through red spikes, crinkling some of the conditioner setting those lofty crimson peaks.] Lucky for you, I like it when you top.
[Forehead to forehead, his rough voice smoothing somewhat as he promises to his boyfriend's face. Shit, why's he gotta look so damn handsome when he's all sheepish and flustered? It makes Katsuki want to bully him more. Lips curve in another grin as he brings their mouths together, less a kiss and more a brush of lip to lip in a lazy touch, letting words exchange through tangible connection than simple audible take.] You're already excited, Shitty Hair.
[Don't try to pretend he's the one getting teased right now! Katsuki takes a plush lip between is teeth, nipping at flesh and a flavor all Eijirou.] Uh-huh. [A promise from one to another. Even if he has to start from the beginning and work his boyfriend into it, he'll obliterate every hang up coming to interfere with their time together. Another kiss and he hooks a leg around his man's waist. Muscles flex and Katsuki hauls him down flush to his own body, grunting softly as they press together.] Che. I didn't want you to piss yourself.
[Wait, who said something about "mature" just now?]
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Date: 2/2/26 07:21 (UTC)[ with their foreheads pressed against each others, its easy work to allow those ghosted kisses to linger. The way Katsuki talks into each kiss makes Eijirou lean in for more, his outright flustered expression melting into a calm, satisfied smile as he chases his boyfriends talking lips...
A coy smiiiile tugs at his cheek, but instead of teasing upfront he settles for pecking the words into the blondes busy lips- they're wet from all the kissing and laughing. His favorite.] ... oh yeah? you like it? [ Playing dumb was easy, keeping a straight face wasn't. Specially when he was purposely trying to rile up his boyfriend who had a short fuse to begin with. Eijirou shifts slowly, he feels the blondes strong leg hook around him, and he goes willingly as he speaks, slow and hushed-] ...I can never tell, with aaaall those noises you make~ [ Fump, their middles press plush together thanks to Katsukis borderline MMA leg hook- it earns him a low, throaty groan from Eijirou. Half chuckling as he starts to shift, to get excited again, like always he tries to resist- something about grappling with the blonde always excites him, even during foreplay- but he can't help but to eat up every languid kiss. His throat rumbles as he moans into their shared kiss. Oh, yes, he's excited again and was getting haaaar-
Bite.
Red eyebrows slowly pinch at the feeling of a blunt discomfort, his lip squeezed between his lovers bite- Eijirou opens his eyes to staaare down at him, crimson locking on rubies and he grins back, ignoring the light sting of his lower lip taken hostage.] Tsuuki- mm. oow. [ With a feigned pain he gently tuugs at his limp, slowly until Katsuki frees it, and surely enough, he leans down for more- the excitement of it all, nerves gone, gets a slowly fading grin to turn into a more focused expression of thrill when Katsuki uses that old, mean, but endearing, nickname- Red grins as his hands squeeze at his boyfriends waist, they swoop back, hoisted to squeeze at the blondes perfectly toned butt. He whispers, hushed but fast, the little thrill twinkling in his eyes-] "Shitty Hair"? Really? you wanna do petnames right now? mm? [ He's eating it up as he leans over to kiss him, and as he does, he ruts against the blondes middle. Slow, firm and it makes his strong back arch into it, a full body shudder threatening his typically solid form.] mmn... I do miss that.. haa. heh, Bakugou.
[ When he calls Katsukis name like he did so many years ago, it pulls on something in his face, a wry smile grows- both bemused and utterly triggering-- in the best way possible. He feels like he did back when they graduated, new, thrilled. Back then moving out together, now moving in with each other; explorative and new. A utterly turned on by the mere idea of doing it all with his favorite person.
His hands pull away from pawing at his boyfriends lower body to gently start tugging down what remains of the blondes clothes; pants get pulled down and over those toned cheeks as Eijirou other hand slowly pries that hooked leg off him. A pity, but they could be entangled again soon. He distracts them by letting his bitten lips kiss down Katsukis throat, then he hums; eyes looking down between them, before peeking up at Katsuki, locking red with red- intense and focused. ] turn around for me...
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Date: 2/9/26 22:17 (UTC)Until Eijirou decides to break the connection and dips back into pecking at his mouth, dammit. He tries catching one such between his teeth, head tilted and snapping in the air as he misses. Dammit. What a tease.] You need me to fucking saying it each time? [Play dumb and he's gonna smack that spiky red brick-for-brain head of yours! If this guy wanted to get him irritated, he's doing well enough, angled brows narrowing over his eyes as Eijirou shifts above him. No way. He refuses to let him go, legs locking around the redhead's narrow hips and calves tucking above his perfectly-toned buttocks.] Keep talking like that and I'm gonna wring your damn torso in half. [Don't taunt him with "aaaall" those noises he mak-] Ngh! [-he grunts despite himself, eye cringing slightly in pleasure as their hips meet once more and his boyfriend groans above him. Slow grinds, rubbing together until his body's threatening to shudder and his legs are fighting to get his ankles knotted together in case Eijirou decides he wants to get the hell up and leave him. Have a chomp for your efforts!]
Urusei... You've had harder... [Grumbled around the bite he knows isn't hurting his man one damn bit. Beyond the spark of it. Slowly he eases his jaw, letting plush flesh slide free of his teeth until a final scrape sends it bouncing back against his boyfriend's beautiful sharp teeth. Eagerly sweeping in for more. He throws his arm around Eijirou's broad shoulders and hooks it about his warm neck, pulling down his boyfriend with zero nerves or concerns bubbling between them. A low moan rumbles in his throat, answering his mate's greedy paws clutching at his hips while his own lower limbs stay locked in a grip a wrestler would be proud of. How long's it been since he called Eijirou by that high school name?] Ah! ... fuck. [Don't grab him by the ass like that! It encourages his legs to squeeze, hiking his own hips off the couch and closer into his partner's own throbbing waist. Butt flexing perfectly in the redhead's grip.] Shut up. I've called you that during worse...
["Worse" meaning with his mouth full and his lips busy and his hands running all over his boyfriend's body until they're dragging sweat lines in his fingers' wake. Eijirou always likes it, whether his name or his nickname, as long as it's in Katsuki's voice. He tilts his head and kisses him hard, tightening one hand over a meaty shoulder and gripping his lover into himself with three out of four limbs. Back and forth, hips rutting together as their growing need swells and rolls alongside each other's hardened members. So damn strong, the way his muscles move under his skin, an addicting tapestry under his skin for his hand to grapple and admire.]
Tch. You're really gonna rile me up now. [Unable to stop the smirk tugging his lips despite the "annoyance" furrowing his brows beneath his choppy bangs. Dammit, why's it so hard to get mad at him? Truly mad. Knocked away by a surging heat of arousal, plowed forward by a mountain he fell in love with so long ago. Katsuki lifts his hips, helping with the damn clothes stripping down his waist and legs. Pants and boxer briefs shucked from his skin as he reluctantly unfurls his legs and gives Eijirou some breathing room. His head tilts back, groaning under sharp teeth, free leg working on trying to "kick" and paw at his boyfriend's waist with his heel to skim his own lower garments off his skin. Wanting nothing but "them" between them. One crimson glance is all he needs and the blonde grumbles before twisting around on himself. Wriggling and jerking, one arm pulling across his chest and gripping the couch cushion to tug himself over. Simultaneously jerking his hips towards the couch back, a one-two action that has him rolling over on his stomach and dropping his head on the couch pillow.] You better lose yours too, dammit...
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Date: 2/16/26 07:38 (UTC)( A chuckle bubbles out of him as he proceeds to pay proper attention to Katsukis neck while they explore the use of former high school pet names. Either way, it really didn't matter what his boyfriend called him, as long as the words were coming from that overly raspy, stern voice Eijirou would melt for it. Proudly owning the fact he was a total shmuck for his man being even an once cornier than usual- petnames, subtle touches, acts of service, even a subtle smirk directed his way during random patrols they so happened to see each other during. Eijirou ate it all up.
But, that mixed with the nostalgia of high school nicknames and now the promise of finally having that perfect "forever" sleepover he always dreamed about having with his best friend as a young adult. Aka moving in together- well; it was a recipe for red hot lover boy being cheesy at 1000%.)
... so you do like it when I use your surname? I kneeew it, it turns you on too, huh? nostalgic softy~ (Red smiiiles, landing a final soft bite to Katsukis collarbone for good measure; he pulls back when he feels the subtle but insistent kickickick of a heel trying peel the pants off his waist- it works, mostly exposing the small of his back along with half of his toned butt, and Eijirou reaches back to grab the unruly foot-) it's kinda hot how sentimental you're growing up to be, Katsuki. I like it. ( Eijirou preens, a twinkle of coy victory shining in those handsome red eyes as he leans to kiss him again- happy to keep prolonging their soft make-out sessions... ... but Katsuki complies without protest.
Eijirou blinks, watching as the blonde so effortlessly chucks his pants, turns around onto himself- smooth, strong muscle worked under fair toned skin shifting around so casually in the most intimate way. Naked, openly, on a fancy couch, with him. Reds mouth slowly opens as if to say something, but words illude him as he admires the way Katsukis moves beneath him, unable to keep himself from shifting closer- raising himself onto his haunches to keep staring. There is a second where he does a small dance of his own, raising a knee then back down down, to allow the blondes legs to move freely, to jerk up and over until he was comfortable...
Flakes of red slant to the side as he takes in the view. He was such a lucky guy.
He always loved being face to face with the blonde while they did it- some thought it was "vanilla" but Eijirou very confidently loved missionary over any thing else... except, sometimes, like tonight- he was entranced by those two subtle, but alluring twin dimples on the small of Katsukis back. Signs of a toned butt- and so, so hot. Sometimes Red Riot caught himself sneaking a glance when his partners costume pants dragged too low, for any signs of a sliver of skin- he was always telling the Explosive Hero to get a belt.) hn? my pants? ( Reds brain is catching up half the speed... Then he finds it, his brain. Red smiiiles sideways, eyes trailing up his boyfriends amazing rump, as his hands touch just the inner part of his boyfriends inner knees, as if asking permission to approach- ) why? I thought you liked it when my belt buckle was in on the action~?
( The wry smirk on Reds face is riddled in his voice as he does just as Katsuki commands, a hand unhooks, zips, and loosens the better half of his pants, a dark trail peeking from the front of his boxer briefs thanks not only to the work Katsukis heel had worked before with his MMA lover-moves, but from the prominent hard-on he was tenting-) mmm... sooo- ( As he spoke, Red leans over, pants half dangling off his ass but loosen enough so he can wrangle his knees closer, crowding Katsukis thighs with his own- as he bends at the waist to encage him from behind. Strong arms bend, hands firmly squeezing those outer thighs, a few pleasant squeezes later they leave hot skin to anchor his mans waist. They might need a cushion under here, Katsukis comfort front of mind- and the thought lingers while his mouth lands right between his mans shoulder blades. Mouthing a slow, hot kiss down the middle there- until another thought surfaces, and a toothy, sharky grin grows while stealing kisses off his boyfriends heated skin- a confidence Eijirou usually flaunted from the safety of being out of Katsukis most lethal spot, out of his swing zone.) mmm... doooes this mean we're consummating us moving in together, babe?
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Date: 2/22/26 21:36 (UTC)[He's yelled at Eijirou for worse while they got hot and horny together. Usually for being too energetic or intense, or for not putting as much energy or intensity. Go figure. Most of the time he's managing out Eijirou's name amid different curses or panting breaths. A low breath tremors under his teeth as those kisses continue making a mess about his neck, head falling to the side and baring more of his throat for his boyfriend's hungry mouth. He loved his voice no matter what Eijirou was saying. Loud and strong with its timber he fell for back in high school. Not gonna admit he liked all the little nuances his boyfriend did or didn't know he gave when they were out...
Don't give him that "perfect forever sleepover" crap! Embarrassing! They're moving in together like adults, not two kids deciding to kick it back for a night in their parents' house! What a cheesy, sappy way of putting it.
And stupidly cute while he's at it.]Shut up. You know I do. [Growling at him beneath furrowed ashen brows. Giving Eijirou permission to use his surname was a massive leap in their relationship. It meant he saw his man as someone close enough to use his name. Only his parents and childhood friends could call him that without getting their heads bitten off. Sharp teeth nip at his collarbone and his breath hikes in a gasp, quickly stuffed down with another grunt as his legs keep wrestling for his boyfriend's pants to shuck lower. Shit, he's only getting it halfway off his perfect butt before Eijirou grabs him by the top of it. He snarls up at him and deliberately clunks his heel into his butt cheek.] Haa?! Who the fuck's sentimental! [Not him! Another kiss and he takes revenge by... fisting the back of his spiky red hair and pulling him in for a hard mouth to mouth shove. Not as soft as before, at first, then eases into another messy make out. Until he finally has to break it and flip over.
Not the first time he's been naked with Red on the couch. He folds his arms under his head, biceps bunching beneath his skin and shoulder muscles flexing on either side of his spiky hair. Doesn't have to hear a thing to know his boyfriend's gaping at him from behind.] You're staring. [His expression's all grins despite the faint heat pinking across his cheekbones. Fuck, does he have any idea what his eyes do to him> Knowing Eijirou's pretty red gaze is locked to the slopes of his back definitions. Knees shift behind him, a warm body all barechested and strong, his man moving to his knees as he gets his own legs settled on the couch in a languid stretch. Comfortable, chest to the cushions, spine curved from his nape to the rise of his ass.
When they first did this, Katsuki refuses face to face. He didn't want to watch, didn't want Eijirou to see the look on his face. It hurt, it was embarrassing, it felt weird, he made strange sounds, sex was messy and gross! But as they did it more, those feelings faded (at feeling truly embarrassed) and he finally let Eijirou take him on his back. Vanilla, but a lot more intimate. Guess he's a bit luckier; he got to see his man's sculpted torso, packed muscles, tantalizing back, exposed all the time they were in costume. Even though there's so much more. Katsuki drums his fingers on his forearms, tongue clicking into his lower jaw.] Yes your pants, dumbass. Want me to blast them off instead? [He will! He has in the past. Expression flat, eyes lidded, lips in a line of exasperation. Stop staring at his ass and get to work on those stupid pants. A low grunt answered his fingers on his inner knee. Bastard, don't distract him!]
You think I want that big metal thing jamming into my tailbone?! [Holy shit. The sound of his zipper dragging down shouldn't be so hot. That noise goes right through his brain and fast tracks to his dick, twitching between his hips and the cushions below. He swallows despite himself, knowing more than anyone what Eijirou looks like below the belt. No, not looking. Gonna lie here and glare at the wall, let his ears and thoughts and skin fill in blanks. Bet he as already hard, prominent bulge jutting up from his fly. Was he wearing dark briefs or light ones?] Ngh... annoying. [Knees strap at his thighs, pants still stubbornly stuck on his boyfriend's hips as they stretch across the back of his thighs, lashing him to the couch. Trapped with cushions on one side and a hot muscular body looming over him on the other. His thighs flex beneath Eijirou's hands, cabling muscle rippling at his paws with each squeeze. Both dimples appear despite himself the second his man possessively grabs his pelvis, buttocks tightening on reflex. Dammit, he's refusin-] Ah fuck [-and all but melts face-first into his arms thanks to someone's hot mouth pressing into the valley of his wing bones. Burning lips leaving tattoos in the shape of Eijirou's mouth, wandering lower and lower until his back muscles shudder. He's getting daring since he thinks he can't reach him... He's only partially right.]
Che! Dumbass. This is only for you agreeing! [Katsuki finally turns his head, glaring over his shoulder despite the clear affection and heat in his eyes and expression.] When you move in, this one's gonna look fucking weak. [Consummation with a capital C.]
[ooc: totally good with keeping going! i don't really bother fading to black ever unless it's agreed on beforehand or requested. i love these two so the more we get to play them loving each other out, the happier i am! thanks for being so awesome! man, we've been threading on and off again for years now. much love to you! <3]
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Date: 2/23/26 06:51 (UTC)Uh-huh... [ The soft hum of agreement is all he can muster while he takes his sweet time kissing every toned muscle sculpted into Katsukis upper back; every inch his lips rubbed against, kissed, and nipped even better then the next, skin so smooth no one would ever believe it came from one of the roughest men in the industry; because no one understood how well the blonde took care of himself. Everything about him was taken care of, he ate well, he trained, toned, and stretched his body on the daily to stay at tip-top shape. Skincare was a given, with a mother like his Katsuki had top tier items that he put to use. Even his scars were well taken care- with good reason, they were part of him now and therefore had to be the best scars in the world. At least, Eijirou thought so- his boyfriends scars were hot as hell.
Plus, Katsuki knows he's incredibly attractive. Insanely Hot. That confidence was gasoline to Eijirous fire; a wry confidence that oozed out of him every time he spoke, moved his strong body. Locked eyes with Eijirou. It drove the redhead bonkers.
So yes, it was difficult to not stare when Katsuki was in the room with him, even harder so when he was so hot and bothered to do it he willingly undressed right in front of him- pretty butt naked, on a fancy leather couch that made the whole thing boarder line erotic. Red was a lucky man, and he showed his appreciation by slowly hoisting himself further up, kissing at the back of his mans neck, whispering soft banter between kisses-] I can't stare at my boyfriend? mmm? You're like, everything I think about all day, babe... [ Besides being a Hero. Duh.]
plus, you really don't know how good you look right now, and you're all... mine, hmmm. [ He exhaled long, slow breaths while gently, but firmly, rubbing those crimson flakes into ashen blonde, his nose digging deep into the side of Bakugous neck; the nuzzling doing something to him, flipping a very innate switch.]
no blasting pants- [ Voice rough, breathless- head uplifting once as he suddenly rubbed his face into Katsukis hair, murmuring a low groan that resonated from his core, riveted up that broad chest, then melted out of his gawking mouth. Oh he was getting riled up from the moment- Red was a strong man, but like most males he could go from zero to fifty pretty quickly about most things: but nothing compared to the explosive blonde. Just thinking of this handsome, cocky grin made his heart throttle. And everything else with it. Everything.] haaa, Tsuki... y'know how many, hnm, times I've had this exact fantasy? [ He groans, maybe he was a little pathetic but at moments like these he felt lucky as hell that his dreams did come true- and nothing compared to the real thing.] mn...sooo many times, heh.
Bakugou... haa- [ Oh that feels different now- the flood of nostalgic adrenaline drowned him in gleeful arousal. It shouldn't feel this good, yet every part of Eijirous body reacted to to that feeling- the light fresh scent of Katsukis shampoo by his nose, the taut muscles shifting in his hands from his boyfriend arching up in reflex, the soft line of sweat growing between them, back and chest- god, even the gentle clinking of his belt buckle swaying as they fooled around drove him nuts. See, he knew it was a good idea keeping half his pants on. For now.
He turned his head slowly, face abandoning the lovely little nook on Katsukis neck- leaving a not so subtle purple mark- and he settles for propping his forehead against the back of his mans toned shoulders. Eijirou wasn't a small guy, and as strong as his man was this would only work if Red balanced his weight a bit- at least at the beginning. Crimson eyes half-lit focus down between them, for a second enjoying the view of those perfect, fair glutes shifting in his hands when Katsuki melts further into the couch- causing a dip on his spine that left Red gawking. Half listening to the blonde go on about when he moved in. Swallowing thick, Eijirou grins at the words, then he hushed-] is that a, haa, promise or a`threat? hm?
I love threats. Threats are great, specially yours, mm, wait, we need.... lube- fuck-??[ He was quietly rambling, putting two and two together; while his brain thinks of how to avoid leaving his perfectly naked boyfriend there, in the cold! Alone! He knew where the lube Katsuki liked was kept- but it was so far off in his bedroom. The rest of his body was shifting behind Katsuki, maneuvering his knees to give them more space, while holding enough leverage; already thinking of getting a slightly wider couch after they break this one. His abdomen burns from holding a plank so long- he settles, then a hand moves to plank beside the blondes head- the movement jostling something in his brain: pants have pockets, they hold things. Wallet.]
oh, fuck-! I'm a genius- hold on.[ The grin on his face could rival Katsukis right now, as he grooaans from pure joy. Like a kid in a candy shop, he half-twists back to dig in his pants, half dragging down his ass, buckle jingling comically. C'mon, c'monc'monc'mon, credit cards, coins, bills fly out as he shakes the dammed wallet free. Finally, pinching his trophy free, and bringing it up to his mouth; he nips and rips the shiny, foil square. To be fair, even if they usually never used condoms, he always kept one around just in case they decided to have sex somewhere a mess wasn't ideal- Dynamight liked to keep his agency office neat after all.
He's moving out of pure rush now, as he brazenly spits the tiny piece of wrapper he nipped off to the side, squeezing the notoriously slick rubber between his fingers-- the clear liquid dripping two drops onto the small of Katsukis back.
Water-based, neutral, but warm, nothing crazy.
The drops would feel warmer against Katsukis feverish skin. Probably alerting his boyfriend of what the hell he was actually doing back there-] I'm not wearing it. [ Red murmurs into Katsukis back- just in case he was wondering- and he gently rubbed the same drops of lubricant off with his fingers- none to waste. Pleased with his ingenious efforts, he murmurs a happy moan into his mans spine while simultaneously slipping a hand down to lightly touch up the other Heros inner thigh, trailing upwards, just sliding up enough for the him to feel the intrusive fingers- a silent sign for permission...
With a turn of his head, crimson eyes meet those intense rubies as Bakugou looks over his own shoulder at him- flushed, frustrated even- Eijirou cranes his neck, that planked left arm flexed to hold him up as he leans over to kiss Katsuki, at least the small part of his lips he could reach, as a finger, then two because he knows Katsuki enjoys the subtle burn, pressed in without much more of a warning- curving them almost instantly. He's rushing the prep a bit here, but everything about the moment called for him to take Katsuki then and there. And sure, they'd done it without prep, raw, suddenly hot clashes of sex in the past. Hot. But stupid. And he wasn't going to do that to Katsuki tonight... ]
just a lil, mm, relax- Bakugou- heh, we're gonna, nm- [ He nips a mark on Katsukis shoulder-- letting the sharpness of his teeth leave a mark; a quiet prize for Katsukis later. He liked bites, for some reason. Slanting his head now to knead lips and nose into a vulnerable earlobe; murmuring needy words as he holds Katsuki hostage beneath him, taking a slow minute to finger slow movements effortlessly against the tightness. ] ... we're gonna do this, every night. Every night.
[ Eijirou mouths his own sweet threat into that ear, pointedly stretching a finger as he said it- and gently bites Katsukis ear. And tugs the soft lobe as he stretches the finger a second time. Wider. A loving payback for the earlier mauling done onto him. ]
( ooc: bwaaaa! You're the BEST AND pls know I truly enjoy every tag you send my way. :''') your Bakugou is my 10/10 sniff. I always look forward to your writing and for these two to mingle with each other any chance they get. Truly a pleasure, and right back at u! ꈍ◡ꈍ )