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The cool breeze of the night ruffles his hair as Dynamight zips through the sky, deafening booms exploding behind him each time he ascends into the air.
Only one destination is on his mind, and it’s not his own apartment, where his barren bed is waiting for him, despite the late hour. He’s just come off a relatively lax patrol, dealt with your usual bank robbery villain with quirks nowhere near as flashy as his, and the only thing in his mind right now – or rather, person – is sitting on his balcony, no doubt waiting for him.
He’s always chastising Shouto for staying up late to wait for him when he doesn’t have to, as Katsuki usually falls asleep way before his boyfriend gets home from his own patrols, which tend to stretch past midnight oftentimes.
That might be due to the crazy early bedtime Katsuki has, which has crumbled at the edges once he started college, but each time he gets the opportunity, he will get his well-deserved sleep.
To say that he’s surprised at Shouto’s figure leaning onto the railing, watching the starry sky, or what he can see of it through the city lights, waiting for him would be a lie.
They’ve talked beforehand about Katsuki coming back to Shouto’s place after his patrol, since it was the weekend, and it turned into a habit at one point – him visiting Shouto after his shifts, begrudgingly letting his boyfriend patch him up while they talk about their day.
It’s a hectic life, balancing hero work and college life, and keeping both sides from merging. But it’s what they chose, and they’ve been through enough to know that choosing each other was one of the best decisions ever.
He’s stopped onto a faraway rooftop, at a good distance from where Shouto’s place is, and Dynamight is sure if his boyfriend wanted, he could spot him easily even in the darkness of the night. His costume wasn’t designed for stealth per say, and his explosions resonate through the whole city sometimes, there’s no way he wasn’t heard.
Though there’s no movement from Shouto, no candy cane head turning to look at him, follow him all the way until he lands before him on the balcony and Shouto kisses him as a ‘welcome home’ greeting. (They don’t live together, yet, but it doesn’t matter where their residence is, lately, everywhere Shouto is turned into home for Katsuki)
So he rests for a little while, doesn’t really know why, because only a few meters away is his very warm and comfy boyfriend into which Dynamight can sink his sore body after a day of heroics. His red gaze traces over Shouto’s frame, observes the way burgundy and ivory tresses dance with the wind, framing a pearl pale face.
Long and deft fingers drum along the length of the railway, palms half-way covered by what looks to be another large and black hoodie, which most definitely does not belong to its wearer.
Dynamight isn’t close enough to see what kind of expression Shouto is making, but he’ll imagine him smiling, because that’s when he’s the prettiest. His boyfriend could wear the most expensive and fashionably deemed clothes, but nothing could compare to the sight of his boyfriend unashamedly wearing happiness, bright and carefree on his face.
Imagines the way his small and unfairly soft mouth curls at the ends, features softening with the rise of his lips, dimple forming into his left cheek. Maybe his teeth will show, and he’ll try to hide his smile behind his hand, hand that Katsuki always twines with his so there’s nothing blocking the beautiful sight that is Shouto smiling.
A rush of adrenaline washes through him, similar to the way he feels before a good fight or spar with Shouto, but different in the sense that it’s more encompassing. It tangles through him like ribbon and ties his heartstrings together until they play the way Shouto commands, moving along with the tune of his laughter and beat in sync with the steady rise and fall of his chest against Katsuki’s back.
When the reality of what he’s doing catches up to him, the hero curses himself under his breath for acting like a love struck fool. Standing around watching Shouto on his balcony like he’s some sort of royalty and Katsuki is a mere guard longing for a forbidden kind of affection.
Fortunately for the both of them, it’s not the case now, and so the blond flexes his fingers, feeling the heat of his quirk pump in his wrists, waiting for the fuse to break.
Dynamight feels a little put off when Shouto doesn’t immediately turn his head in his direction at the sound of his explosions as soon as he takes off, but then the plan for tonight comes back to him, and he angles his blasts to propel him around the apartment building. He climbs the roof and jumps off, landing right behind Shouto on the balcony.
The only sign that the man before him is aware of his presence is the way he stands upright, but doesn’t turn around, as opposed to the way he was slouching forward on the railing.
With the way he’s squaring up his shoulders and turning his head to the side in an almost shy manner tells Dynamight that he’s waiting for something, and he’s nothing if not fine-tuned by this point to respond accordingly to whatever the pretty boy demands of him.
So Dynamight steps forward, close enough until his chest bumps with Shouto’s back, one hand propping him against the metal bar and the other going over Shouto’s eyes, covering them, effectively trapping him in between his body and the baluster.
The other still has a few inches on Dynamight, and it would be a little awkward doing this if they were both in their house slippers, but with his hero suit boots on he’s at the perfect height to tower a little over Shouto, and have him feel small in his arms.
It’s not like he’s looking down on him, he’s aware of how fucking strong Shouto is and that he doesn’t need anyone to protect him, but there are nights when his boyfriend likes to scoot up and bury himself in Katsuki’s chest, asking to be hugged until he’s all wrapped up in his arms, tucked away and hidden from the world.
This way he knows that Shouto is not going to freak out when Dynamight wraps around him like this, with slow yet steady movement, as to not startle him, but still catch him by surprise. He cranes his neck so his face is close to Shouto’s and whispers in his ear, voice muffled by his mouth piece.
“Guess who it is”
The sharp intake of breath brings a grin to Dynamight’s covered face, but he keeps his enthusiasm in check for now. Waits until pretty boy catches up.
“Kats-“ At the sound of his name, Dynamight brings his hand lower and cups Shouto’s chin with it and tilts his head to the side until their gazes catch.
The moonlight shines into ash and cerulean eyes, and Dynamight thinks that these, these are the prettiest stars in the sky. Embedded into his pretty boy’s eyes. His to look at, his to admire, his to have them follow him around and gaze at him with all the fondness in the world.
“Nu-uh, princess. That’s not my name.”
He says, and the low rumble of his deep voice vibrates against Shouto’s back, shaking his core as his pupils start to tumble into black pools of want.
“Not tonight.” He adds, in case pretty boy’s head is too muddled with sappy thoughts about him to remember what they’ve agreed on for tonight.
“Dynamight…” His name is whispered between petal soft lips, Shouto’s rich voice harmonizing with the gusts of wind and the undulating waves of his hair.
“Are you alone tonight, princess?”
The hand gripping the railing lets go and moves to hold onto Shouto’s waist, tugging him close until their bodies are flushed together, until he can feel every grove of his body against his, although it’s a little difficult with all the hero gear in the way. That won’t be a problem once they go inside.
“Not anymore.”
There’s a sheen of smugness at the edge of Shouto’s mouth, which Dynamight wants to kiss off already, but he can be patient when he wants to, and the edging will only dwell to be more fruitful in the long run.
He rubs the rough pad of his glove fingertip on the underside of Shouto’s mouth, catching onto the way his mouth falls open obediently, and it’s a shame that his gloves are covered in soot from his patrol. It leaves a small stain on Shouto’s face, which he will rub off with a clean finger later on, but for now Dynamight takes in the sight of his untouchable princess tainted by the dirt that clings to the hands of a hero.
“You know what I’m talking about, pretty boy.” A harsher jerk to his jaw whirls Shouto around until he’s properly facing Dynamight, their chests colliding with the sudden movement, bringing their faces close together.
“Will you let me steal you away for one night, princess?”
Soft hands tickle at the back of his head as Shouto reaches behind him to undo the clasps of his mask, and Dynamight doesn’t protest. He can see it in his eyes, how much his princess wants to see him. The metal mouth piece hangs off between them, sliding down to loop around his neck, but Dynamight pays it no mind, red eyes never shifting away from Shouto’s face.
“Are you going to take me away?”
Oh, he’ll take Shouto, alright, but in a different way. There’s no hiding the knowing smile off pretty boy’s expression, and it’s almost silly how giddy he gets, each time Dynamight teases him like this.
“If you want to.”
The words are whispered against his lips, but other than the minimal movement of words etched into Shouto’s lips, there’s nothing else, for now.
“But for tonight, I just want to steal your time.” A stray hand caresses down pretty boy’s back, lower “And maybe other things” and grabs his ass in a mean squeeze, making Shouto jolt in his arms, an honest to god eep tumbling out of his pretty mouth.
Pretty mouth that Dynamight is dying to kiss.
Shouto looks down at the hand still placed on his behind and turns back to Dynamight, that one pleading look in his eyes, the one he puts on whenever he asks him for stupid things like sugary shit for breakfast and whenever he pushes for a second cat.
And now he’s begging him, with his eyes, and his pouty mouth – that fucking mouth – to put his hands on him properly, to steal him away for the night and have his way with him.
God, he’s so fucking pretty.
“Then do it, if you’re up to the challenge. I’m yours, for the night, Dynamight.”
He’s being hauled forward as soon as he rasps the hero’s name in that sultry voice of his, coming back at Dynamight with the same amount of want and desire.
Their mouths clash together in a long anticipated kiss, and it feels good, so fucking good, the way their lips fit together.
While he wants to take his time and tear his princess apart with his mouth, the pretty noises spilling between their lips only urge him to press harder, kiss Shouto rough and make a mess of him until his lips turn the color of the blood pumping into his cheeks and open up like the bud of a blooming pink cherry blossom.
And he’s so fucking beautiful when Dynamight pulls back, splotches of cotton candy pink seeping in his soft cheeks, eyes dazed and blown out, stuck to his mouth as Shouto follows after his lips. Insatiable eagerness soaks through his body when his princess whines for more, tugging with one hand on the sleeve of his suit to bring him closer.
It’s such a contrast, the way his heavy-duty hero gloves cup Shouto’s face, and their dark fabric clashes with the porcelain-like skin of his princess, the rose hue of his blush, the dual colored strands of hair tangled between his fingers. How easy Shouto goes, lets himself get dragged forward and kissed, matching up the frantic pace of their lips, welcoming Dynamight’s rough tinged affection with all he’s got.
And isn’t it exhilarating?To have Shouto Todoroki between his arms, offering himself up so easily, in the openness of the night.
There’s no one to see them, not with how dark it’s outside, but even if they did, he doesn’t give a shit. This would only serve as a reminder to them that Dynamight gets to kiss his princess whenever he wants, and that all of his attention is on the hero. Mismatched eyes are his to love, not anyone else’s.
He’s too wrapped up in the flurry of mind-spinning kisses to notice the feather light touches tracking down his body, until both of Shouto’s hand grasp onto his utility belt and start fumbling with it, attempting to undo it.
Dynamight pulls back, a little shocked at how bold his princess is, but quickly recovers and catches his lips in a last chaste kiss before he juts his hips forward for easier access.
“I didn’t know my princess was this eager to get me naked. Want to see how big your hero is?”
There’s a visible bulge in his baggy pants, and there’s no way Shouto doesn’t see it when the back of his hand brushes against it, almost too intentionally to be played off as an accident. No matter how much pretty boy tries to hide his smile behind the curtain of his hair.
“I want to see if it’s as big as your ego.”
It’s a good jab at him, and if he didn’t have his mind dead set on turning his princess into a shaky mess, Katsuki would have laughed. But Dynamight arches an eyebrow at that and pushes Shouto, gently, with one hand on his shoulder, down to his knees.
“You’re really asking me to put you in your place, princess.” Gloved fingers tangle back into his hair and push Shouto’s face forward into his crotch so Dynamight can rub his clothed erection on his face.
It’s almost too good, when he feels Shouto go lax in his grip and push his head in between his thighs and inhale in the musky smell. He can feel his warm breath seep through his hero costume, and Dynamight is torn between just jerking off like this, using Shouto’s face and rutting against it like a lust driven idiot and unfastening his stupid belt to get off this goddam pants off him.
Pretty boy moves before him, raising his hands and finishing the job he started earlier, nimble fingers working at his utility belt until it comes undone and Dynamight feels the waistband of his pants sink lower as the front gets unzipped.
Heady breaths and wet lips attach to the front of his underwear, right below the visible wet spot in the dark fabric and suck through it, causing the hero’s hips to twitch and buck forward on impulse, ordered by the growing need for more.
His initial plan was to take Shouto apart himself, but with the way pretty boy is looking at his dick the moment he pulls down the front of his boxers, he’s not going to deny him this. Not when he can feel his princess drool right over the head of his cock, a string of spit connecting his mouth to the flushed head.
“Fuck, princess. Are you going to be good for me? Show me how much you want me to mess you up? To make you mine.”
He’s rubbing circles into the back of Shouto’s head, twisting the long strands of hair between his fingers and pushes his head closer, bumps the fat head of his cock against the seam of his lips.
Dynamight groans when precum pearls on Shouto’s bottom lip, a pink tongue coming to lap at it as if on instinct.
“Yes, want to be good for you, Dynamight. Want to be yours.” Petal lips connect with his dick in a wet and sloppy kiss, precum and spit mixing together and making a mess of Shouto’s lips.
“Then get on with it, princess. Show me how good you can be.”
He tosses his head back when Shouto’s tongue traces across the length of his cock, swirling over the head and laving teasingly at the pulsing vein on the underside. He’s taking his time, closing his lips around the very tip of it, bobbing his head slowly, each time he sinks his mouth on him he moves lower, engulfing more.
A closed fist moves in rhythm with Shouto’s mouth over his cock, making up for what he can’t take in yet, threads of saliva connecting his mouth to his hand. The loud slurping noises is what does him in, Dynamight’s knees straining to keep him upright, and away from bucking his hips right into the warm and tight heat of his princess’ mouth.
He’s always beautiful, Katsuki reminds him almost every day – not with these exact words, sometimes the compliment is pressed into forehead kisses and hair being tucked behind his ear to uncover his face – but right now he’s downright breathtaking.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess.” Shouto preens at the praise, eyes fluttering shut while he whines around Dynamight’s cock, pink lips pulled taut the more he takes him in deeper.
Soon enough, his princess relaxes his throat around him, nose bumping into blond curls at the base of his length and lifts teary eyes to look at the hero, blinking at him, as it’s the only way he can communicate right now.He could sign with his hands – he’s gotten better at it over time – but Shouto seems adamant to keeping them on Dynamight’s thighs, squeezing the muscle when the hero starts moving his hips.
The pace is slow in the beginning, letting his princess get used to the deep intrusion, until he starts whimpering around his cock, the vibrations thrumming through him and making him twitch.
Seeing how needy his princess is for his cock, Dynamight stops holding back and drives his hips forward hard, the muffled noise of Shouto almost choking spurring him on. They have their own safe word, and they both know that if he does something Shouto doesn’t like, he can use his quirk on him to interrupt whatever’s going on.
So right now the rough pace is welcomed, as Shouto lets Dynamight use him, hollowing his cheeks and laving his tongue on the underside of his cock each time he takes the hero fully inside.
It doesn’t take long to make Dynamight come undone, not when Shouto looks so pretty under the moonlight, sucking him off on his balcony.
Especially with how loud he’s being, despite having his mouth stuffed full of cock, his moans and whines reverberate deep in his chest and pulse through Dynamight’s own dick when lips envelop him eagerly.
The moment he feels himself slip over the edge he pulls out of Shouto’s mouth, and tries not to shove his cock back in his mouth when he hears the disappointed whine of his lover at the loss. Dynamight finishes himself off with his hand, the rough drag of his glove over his sensitive dick only adding to the edge of pleasure filled pain he likes and comes all over Shouto’s face.
He wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t know beforehand how much he loves it, and he feels his spent cock spurt out even more ropes of cum at the sight of his princess angling his face in the direction of his dick, eyes closed and mouth open, welcoming Dynamight’s mark on him.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He croaks out, voice raspy and fucked out from the intensity of his orgasm.
Dynamight pulls Shouto to his feet before he can lick the entirety of the cum off his face and tugs him inside through the open balcony door in search for something to clean him off. He’s such a messy boy whenever Katsuki finishes on him.
Warm yellow light illuminates the bedroom, shadows dance across the high wall as the two fumble to get into bed, mouths connected. Dynamight tosses his boots by the balcony door – left to be collected at a later hour, or maybe even the next day – all the while Shouto sits down on his bed watching him. His gauntlets and outer shirt follow along, all the pieces of his hero suit that might intervene in their activities joining his boots on the ground.
“Enjoying yourself, pretty boy?”
The question rolls off his tongue the moment he sees his princess leaning back onto his hands on the side of the bed, not making any moves to match Dynamight’s state of undress.
Lifting one leg until he reaches high enough to bump his foot into Dynamight’s upper thigh, Shouto wiggles his toes a little and nudges at his crotch, a cheeky grin on his face, acting like the cute little shit he is.
“Very much, yes.”
With the awkward angle Shouto ends up falling backwards on the bed, leg outstretched for the hero to grab him by the ankle and lift it even higher. He walks closer to the bed and bends at the waist, Shouto’s leg still in his grasp as he bends it next to his torso until the pretty boy is halfway folded into himself.
“Get naked, pretty boy. I wanna see you.”
Dynamight slots his hips against Shouto’s still clothed ass, thrusting once, just to tease him a little, get him going. And then he pulls back, crossed arms against his chest.
Shouto is left sprawled on the bed, a little dazed, very much aroused with the way his sweatpants are tented at the front, wide eyes following him as Dynamight moves away.
He finally seems to register what was being asked of him – Shouto sometimes gets a little slow when he’s too aroused to think of anything other than how much he wants to get fucked – and reaches for the waistband of his pants and tugs them off.
He opts for lifting both legs in the air to get his sweatpants all the way off, underwear coming along with them, instead of doing it like a normal person and not giving Dynamight a heart attack with how Shouto is practically presenting his ass to him right now.
He’s twitching in his pants already, when Shouto leaves his legs spread, lower half naked, in front of Dynamight, like he’s - like he’s asking to get filled already, like Shouto is his to take. The hoodie is still on, and while he loves fucking his princess while he’s wearing black oversized hoodies with different variations of skull prints on them, tonight he belongs to Dynamight. Not anyone else.
“That too. I want to see all of you, princess.”
He jerks his chin towards the hoodie, fingers clenching around his own arms to stave off the crave to touch Shouto, palms tingling with a different kind of buzz, akin to the prickles of his explosions, but this feeling is reserved for his pretty boy only. The way his muscles almost ache with longing whenever he sees Shouto and wants to just – get his hands on him.
His hair is all messy and fuzzy by the time he’s fully naked, bangs ruffled from the neck of the hoodie and Dynamight stifles a silent snort when he sees Shouto blowing out air to get it out of his face.
Long pale legs stretch out like the string of a bow, beckoning Dynamight to come closer, get a better look at the beauty between Shouto’s legs. Even with the poor lighting, he notices the faint gleaming across his taint, and the matching, wet-looking streaks across his ass cheeks are clue enough to what his princess was doing before he went out on the balcony to wait for him.
Dynamight’s steps are deliberately small and slow, and despite the small distance between him and the bed, he makes sure to take his time – although it’s just as much of a tease for him as it is for Shouto. He can’t fucking wait to touch him.
Red eyes watch the way Shouto’s chest rises and falls along with his heady breaths, and he can tell already by his panting that his princess is getting impatient. And he doesn’t want to keep his princess empty for any more longer.
The gloves are still on, and he should’ve taken them off, but there’s a way in which Shouto is looking at them – at Dynamight’s hands – and he probably enjoys the slightly rougher touch too.
Enjoys how Dynamight grabs both his ankles and keeps his legs spread and up in the air, setting Shouto’s feet on his shoulders. Shouto’s left hand roams down from his chest, where he trails a couple of freckled fingers over his nipple making him mewl sweetly at the faint touch, lower to his stomach where he threads his digits in a red and white happy trail which leads to coarse curls framing his cock. His hard, pink and pretty cock.
It’s like he’s taunting Dynamight, caressing his body in all the right ways to make himself whine and writhe in bed, dangling the opportunity before his eyes.
The blush expands from his face, down to the expanse of his neck, bleeding across his collarbones until it reaches his pretty perky nipples, the shades of pink blending together. It’s like the colors of his hair were seeped into his body, and the mix of blood red and starlight white took on the gorgeous shade of pink spread all over his body.
Pretty boy’s lips are still swollen and red from sucking Dynamight’s dick, and he glides his tongue across them every once in a while, only demanding more attention to his mouth, hooking onto the hero’s gaze and anchoring it fixed onto it.
Not like Dynamight could take his eyes off him, like, ever. Especially now, when he looks like everything he dreamed of – when he looks like all Dynamight wants – and at the same time, everything he isn’t worthy of.
But tonight his princess if offering himself up to the hero; his hero. His favorite one, if the subtle Dynamight hero memorabilia on the high shelf in his bedroom is anything to go by.
And the desire is there, greed engraved in the way Shouto brings both hands and claws with his fingers into his own ass cheeks to spread himself apart, the movement slightly jostling his feet on Dynamight’s shoulders, and just, looks up at him with the prettiest eyes and the prettiest mouth and – he cannot hold back anymore.
It’s too much.
To have someone this beautiful underneath him and not do anything about it. Not reach out and take take fucking take all of him- so Dynamight brings his hands down to the underside of his knees and bends his legs again, both of them this time, to have easier access to kiss his princess.
Shouto’s hands slip from where he’s holding himself open the moment Dynamight gets his lips on him, instead coming up to grab onto the back of his head, dull nails digging into his scalp and massaging between unruly spikes of blonde hair.
The firm hold on his head tells Dynamight that he’s not going to be let go of anytime soon, and he finds that he doesn’t mind that. Not one bit.
Although, he’d rather do something else with his hands aside from holding his princess open and exposed like this.
“Hold this for me, pretty.”
He rasps between kisses and waits for Shouto to move one of his hands to hold onto his right leg. Dynamight wipes the fingers of his glove onto his pants – even if it doesn’t do much, he knows his left glove isn’t as dirty, he lowers his hand in between Shouto’s legs and trails the rough pad of his index finger across the soft skin of his ass.
“Have you been playing by yourself, princess?”
He already knows the response, he noticed the still open bottle of lube on the nightstand, and with how wet Shouto is down there he really doesn’t even need to ask, but the way his pretty boy shivers at the deep cadence of his voice is exactly what he was waiting for.
“Mhm…I wanted to- get ready for you, Dynamight.”
He’s breathless from the kisses and the lack of stimulation, overwhelmed by arousal. But he’s being good, only squirming minutely on the bedsheets and pulling insistently at his bottom lip.
The tip of his finger finally reaches the loose rim of Shouto’s hole, and he feels how the grip of his other hand falters when he feels the wet pucker clench around the barest of touches. Fucking fuck-
“Were you thinking of me, princess?
While you were touching yourself, did you picture me doing it to you? Spreading you open and getting you ready for my cock?” By now he’s easing one finger inside, and he sees the exact moment Shouto realizes that Dynamight still has his glove on by the rough texture of it caressing his inner walls.
“Yea-yes, yes..”
The moan he lets out is like the most melodious harp music he’s ever heard, and it graces his ears, bouncing off the walls, spurs Dynamight on to thrust his finger at a quicker pace, Shouto rocking back on it like it’s the hero’s cock.
And isn’t that just the prettiest of images, his princess mewling unabashedly at the way his rough gloved finger is fucking him at an unrelenting pace, grazing at his sweetest spots just to see him squirm and writhe more.
Shouto’s neglected erection is dribbling precum all over his toned stomach and bobs in time with his thrusts, white pearls splattering all around his navel. While he’s having the time of his life fucking his princess on his finger, he’s dying to get inside him, with the way Dynamight is aching in his boxers for the second time this night.
It’s hard to pull back, when he feels the rim of Shouto’s hole clenching around his finger like it doesn’t want to let go, craves to keep him inside and stay filled up, but Dynamight has something better for him. Something more fulfilling.
“Don’t you want the real thing, princess? Don’t you want my cock?”
He’s trying to soothe Shouto while retracting his finger, caressing Shouto’s ass and squeezing at the plump cheeks just for the hell of it – he’s never been able to hold back when it comes to his princess’ ass.
“Then get on with it- it hurts…”
Dynamight’s eyebrows furrow at the mention of pain, gaze flickering down to his glove, but then he clocks in on what pretty boy was referring to.
“It hurts being empty, doesn’t it, baby? I’ll fill you up, princess. Give you anything you want.”
“I just want you…” Is murmured against his lips, and the frosty breath dances in between them.
The only reason he brought his hand up to his face was to properly see where the clasp of the glove was to discard it, not for Shouto to take it off, but when he sees pink lips reach for the tip of his gloved finger – the exact same one that was inside him just moments ago – and pulls on it with his teeth, all blood drains from Dynamight’s body and shoots straight into his dick. And god does it fucking hurt. To not be inside Shouto.
He thinks he gets it now, how it hurts his princess to be empty.
“Fucking hell, Shouto you can’t just- god fucking dammit-“
Shouto looks at him with big eyes, most likely having no idea as to why Dynamight is this close to imploding on top of him.
“Scoot further up, get comfortable, princess.”
He pushes Shouto by the ass further up onto the bed, urging him on. He follows him on the bed, waiting until his princess is settled on top of fluffy pillows, legs spread over Dynamight’s thighs.
He’s so fucking wet between his legs, Dynamight practically drooling at the sight of Shouto, and he debates getting his own head in between those thighs, but the way pretty boy’s hole clenches around nothing feels like a douse of hot water all over his body. He can eat him out after, but for now, he’s going to fill up his princess like he promised.
He pulls out his cock and strokes himself with his naked hand, the other one caressing up and down Shouto’s leg, their gazes locked.
A delicious kind of pride swells in him when he sees how Shouto looks at him, with hungry eyes, anticipation all over him, body relaxed yet strung up with lust.
He’s not one to get embarrassed, but when the realization strikes him, that he has this beautiful human all to himself, it all feels like too much.
Like it’s going to overflow and flood the room. With how much he’s feeling at the moment.
He’s pressing inside before he starts to wax poetic about Shouto in his head, and slides inside surprisingly easy, with how thoroughly prepped his lover is, and how eager his princess is to swallow him whole.
The angle doesn’t allow for his mouth to claim Shouto’s own pretty lips, but he does reach forward to grab his dick, which has been overlooked this entire night. It jumps at his touch, and Shouto clenches hard onto him at the touch. It’s difficult to not come on the spot at that.
He matches the pace of his hips with his hand, but his hold is looser, not tight enough to provide the sufficient amount of stimulation Shouto needs to come. They’ll get there – for now, he wants to drag it out a little, enjoy how warm and wet and needy his princess is inside.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. All mine, yeah? Your pretty body is mine, just like your pretty self.”
Shouto nods, his voice trembling too much, pants hindering him from voicing out a proper response without his voice breaking with pleasure. It’s enough of a reply for Dynamight, who buries his cock deep inside until the head of it rubs nicely on Shouto’s prostate, and the moans turn into whines, high pitched and needy. Like he always does when he’s getting fucked, and he’s getting fucked good, because it’s Dynamight who’s doing it.
And he’s not one to half ass things. Especially when it comes to his princess.
“All- all yours…” It’s quiet, and shaky, but he hears him. And how could he not, when there’s nothing in the world that could make Dynamight shift his gaze, dare to take his eyes off the masterpiece unfolding before him.
Dual colored hair sticks to Shouto’s sweaty skin, trembling fingers reaching up to push it away from where it’s obscuring his vision, so grey and blue pretty eyes can stay locked onto Dynamight. Tears prickle at the corner of said pretty eyes, and they glide down Shouto’s pretty face, glinting in the low light of the nightstand lamp, adding to the ethereality of him.
“Wanna come, princess? Wanna make a mess like we did earlier?” More nodding, paired with eager mewls and enthusiastic thrusts of pale hips.
He’s so fucking close that it’s ridiculous. Usually he lasts longer, but there’s no way he’s not painting Shouto’s insides this easily with how beautiful he is underneath him, with how the image of Dynamight in Shouto’s bed is doing it for him a little too much. A little too good.
He’s thought about it a lot, like – an unhealthy amount of times. About taking Shouto like this, straight off his patrol after he’s used his quirk to blast himself all the way to his apartment and bend Shouto over the nearest surface, let his princess feel how much his hero wants him. And he knows how much Shouto wanted it too, wants it, craves it. He’s told him, how he thinks about him when he’s alone and craves the touch of his hero.
“Come inside, Kats- Dynamight. Please, give it to me…”
Dynamight leans lower, bringing Shouto’s legs with him until his knees are way too close to his ears, and just thrusts inside him, hard and fast, bedframe thunking against the wall and sloppy noises drowning into the echo of moans and grunts.
“Come on, princess. Be good for me and show your hero how much you’re enjoying him. Come all over my suit, bet you wanna see how messy you can get it with you cum, don’t you?”
He’s spilling the filthiest of words into Shouto’s ear, filter broken at the cusp of his orgasm.
The clenching around him doesn’t relent, and he feels Shouto’s hips stutter as he’s coming, walls clamping over his cock and milking the orgasm out of Dynamight, keeping it all inside while pretty boy rocks his hips as if on instinct, prolonging the slowly building overstimulation.
Dynamight doesn’t stop thrusting until his own orgasm has finished up and he feels way too oversensitive and raw to continue.
He’s collapsing onto the bed beside Shouto, pulling onto his eye mask before he can ruin the explosions-shaped head pieces at the back. It was getting itchy anyway, with it on, from how much he’s been sweating. He’s gonna regret it later, that he rolled around in bed with his dirty hero suit, but with the way Shouto’s naked body is clinging to him without a care in the world, he thinks it was for a good cause.
“We should do this again.” The murmured words are pressed deep into his warm neck, lips molding over his skin and tickling.
“My dick’s gonna fall off, Shou.”
He feels arousal stir in him at the mention of another round, but it’s getting late, and they’re both in desperate need of a proper shower.
“We can change the roles if you want.”
This time around Shouto sounds a little more awake, but not by much, and a cold hand is tracing shapes over his chest, frost prickling at the fabric of his shirt.
Oh
“Spoiled princess.”
And he doesn’t even need to listen to what Shouto says back, because the blame is going to fall on him, for spoiling his boyfriend so much. It’s alright though, he deserves it.
All of it.
All the love Katsuki has for him.
Speaking of which…
“Get up, I’m not done with you yet, princess.”
He felt out of air just a few minutes ago, but the prospect of licking at his princess’ hole, the one that’s dripping with his own mark, is enough of an energy shot for Katsuki.
“You’re not tired?” Shouto asks as he pushes himself up on his elbows, eyes roaming over Katsuki’s face. He must look like a mess, with his eyeliner smudged around his eyes from the mask, red in the cheeks.
“Just- c’mere, pretty boy.”
How could he be tired when Shouto’s goes so willingly and lets Katsuki kiss him all over and position him above his face, looking down at him with doe eyes as Katsuki licks him clean?
He’ll have to wash the cum off his hero suit before his next patrol. But for now, he’s busy taking care of his princess.