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One tap- two tap- three-
Katsuki grips Eijiro’s wrist before he draws away, lacing their fingers together. Sets his dripping solo cup on the nearest counter, water half gone and almost warm with how long he was holding it. Leans in so Eijiro can hear him over the heavy base of the music.
“Good boy. Proud of you for tellin’ me. Take a deep breath for Daddy,” Eijiro shivers, Katsuki’s voice rough in his ear. He listens, though. One breath slow and even. In through his nose, out through his mouth. “That’s my good boy. I’m here, ‘kay? Let’s get ya home.”
Katsuki doesn’t let their hands fall apart until he’s closing the passenger door with Eijiro in the car. Threads his fingers through sweaty red hair and pulls the others’ head down to his lap.
“Lay down, pup. Daddy’s gotcha...”
Eijiro goes easily. Lays his head down and lets Katsuki pet through his hair as they drive off. The ride is spent offering gentle touches. From Eijiro’s scalp, down the side of his neck, across the length of his bicep all the way to his wrist. Slides his nails gently over his skin on the way back up and repeats the process.
His pup hums, nuzzles further into his lap. Rubs his head against his thighs to feel his warmth. His hands twitch where they rest and Katsuki makes a note of it.
“Doin so good for me...”
“Thank yo-”
“No talkin’. Lemme take care of you.”
He gets a hum and Katsuki squeezes his forearm on the way back down.
“Color, pup.”
One tap... two...
Green .
“Good pup. Almost home.”
He avoids known potholes and goes as slow as possible over the speed bumps. Eijiro’s dropping reluctantly and he needs to fix that. Needs to help him settle somewhere comfortable. Eijiro gets like this, sometimes. His head too loud, his skin too buzzy. Says it feels like a hive burrows under his skin, in his skull.
Overstimulated, Katsuki had called it.
Eijiro hadn’t argued.
He has a hard time asking for what he needs when he gets like this. Can’t enunciate clearly when his thoughts are so jumbled. He’ll say one thing but mean something totally different, then gets frustrated. Starts shaking his hands frantically like he can pull the right words from his body, straight from his chest, and present them in the air.
Katsuki isn’t a mind reader.
That leads them to this moment - and dozens of the same before now. Eijiro trusts Katsuki. Trusts his Daddy to take care of him. Not let him think. Just... exist. In his body. Lets Daddy take control and keep him safe. Help him settle down until his mind is blissfully empty.
Parking the car is difficult when almost 200 pounds are laying over the gear shift, but he manages. Carefully lifts Eijiro, supporting his head until he’s upright even though he sways. Leads them both inside their home. Pushes Eijiro’s shoulders against the wall in the entry and tells him to ’Stay. Keep bein’ good fer me’ and Eijiro listens. Katsuki can tell he’s not dropped yet in the way his shoulders hold tension. How he doesn’t quite lean all the way against the wall when he lifts his feet for Katsuki to pull off his shoes.
That’s fine. They have time.
He helps him into slippers and slips his hand to the back of Eijiro’s neck. It’s clammy, too warm and too cool, hair sticking with sweat at the base. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t push. Just holds his hand there while switching his own shoes for slippers.
“C’mon, pup.”
He guides him, slow and careful, into their apartment. A gentle press of his fingers when he needs to turn, a nudge with his thumb when he goes too far. When they both stand in front of the couch Katsuki leans forward to grab a thick, padded pillow and drops it on the floor. Pushes down on Eijiro’s neck until he drops to his knees, landing carefully on the support.
It’s important that Eijiro kneels before Katsuki sits. It’s part of their routine, part of Eijiro’s submission. Needs to be towered over, protected with Katsuki’s whole person guarding from above. They both need this. Thrive on it. On the vulnerability they both show because while Eijiro is submitting to Katsuki, the latter is trusting the other to voice when it’s too far. Too much. Silently communicating together in a way that’s seamless after all these years.
He works his way between his pup and the couch. Brackets strong legs with his own. Never lets go of his neck even as he sits down. Eijiro’s chin is tucked to his chest, eyes lidded enough Katsuki can’t quite see the glimmer of rubies. He sits slowly, bending his knees and keeping his back straight until his ass lands on the cushion. Leaves the weight on Eijiro’s neck as he leans forward, kisses his brow, then grabs the remote to the TV.
He doesn’t care for what comes up. It’s for the noise. For something to fill the silence of the apartment. Something for Katsuki to fill his own mind while he helps Eijiro clear his.
“Color, baby?”
One tap... two...
Green .
Katsuki massages the back of Eijiro’s neck. Teases his fingers in his hairline and scratches his nails there. Feels the way Eijiro’s body sags gradually. It starts with his hands. The half-curled fists slowly open to lax palms. His arms droop as his shoulders droop. He feels it against his hand when the muscles in Eijiro’s neck give in and his head dips down lower. Holds his palm steady to keep Eijiro from swaying. Carefully brings his husbands head to his lap.
“Lay down, pup...” one hand on his neck, the other on his shoulder to bring him down gently. Helps settle him against his thigh, face pressed right against his groin. Katsuki moves his hand from Eijiro’s shoulder to his back, runs his nails over the width of them. “ Thaaaat’s it... let go, pup...”
Eijiro listens. Because he’s a good boy for his Daddy. Trusts his Daddy to keep him safe.
Katsuki carefully pulls Eijiro’s hair from it’s limp braid. Combs his fingers through to hear the way he sighs. Feels the way his body grows just that much heavier in his lap. Tenderly untangles strands while blue and red pixels flash from the TV, offering a muted backdrop that makes Eijiro’s hair glow shades of violet, maroon, magenta. It bleeds through his fingers, drips down to the floor. Some pools on the side of the couch by his thighs he gingerly avoids sitting on.
“Such a good boy...”
He takes Eijiro’s weight easily. Trained for it; for being unbreakable when his partner can’t be that himself. The weight of everything too much, too loud, too bright. It’s not all the time, but can never quite be avoided. Eijiro takes good care of himself. Breaks between interviews, scheduling parties with time off afterwards. They’re big enough now they take personal days when they need and they take them together.
But sometimes it’s just like this. Eijiro can ride an emotional high for weeks, months. Then he comes down and it’s sudden. It’s in the middle of the bread aisle at the store, or walking hand in hand down town for dinner.
It’s at a celebration for their friends anniversary.
Eijiro sighs, breath hot on Katsuki’s groin and he ignores the way he twitches. Scratches Eijiro’s scalp slow, peaceful. Leans back into the couch and spreads his legs so Eijiro can scoot closer. His arms look heavy when he lifts them, forces Katsuki to arch so they can wrap around his waist. They don’t quite go all the way around, but that’s more for lack of energy than ability, Katsuki knows.
“Easy, pup…” he breathes the words from his chest, barely more than a whisper but it does the trick. Eijiro sags more, muscles slack, spine bending and arching while gravity pulls him down. He’s sure he’d be purring if Eijiro was capable. He makes due with huffed little noises. Not quite moans but not silent. Showing Katsuki that he’s there. He’s comfortable. He’s in his space where his mind is quiet and all he needs to focus on is Katsuki’s touch. His voice. The way their bodies come together, making room for the other, giving pieces of themselves while taking some in return.
Because it’s them.
“Love you, puppy…” Katsuki whispers. He hardly feels his own lips move but he knows Eijiro heard. He might not respond, likely won’t process it until later but Katsuki is secure with the knowledge that Eijiro will always know.
He reminds himself of that as he watches heavy eyes droop. The flicker of the TV echoing over soft rose cheeks that lashes kiss like greedy whores. He brushes his thumb under Eijiro’s eye, marveling how the lids don’t open with the movement.
This is where Eijiro needs to be. Katsuki will keep him safe until he’s ready to come back up.