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: 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 )