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It was too late for this. Katsuki wanted to go back home, and go to sleep. Maybe cuddle with his husband after watching some stupid romance movie with ice cream. But if anything, Katsuki didn’t want to be at this event. His scowl was a little deeper than usual as they watched the host scramble on the stage.
Eijirou leaned over in his seat to whisper in his ear, squeezing his hand under the table. “I know. If they aren’t finished in the next 30 minutes, we’ll just leave.”
“15 minutes,” Katsuki grumbled back, sighing out heavily as another small-time hero leaped onto the stage with a too-big smile as they approached the microphone.
Eijirou scanned the crowd and hummed in contemplation. “Nobody of real importance is doing anything tonight. Ochako has already left.”
“Then why the fuck haven’t we?”
“Because we’re presentable, Katsuki. We’re considered the idols of the gays.” Eijirou grinned at the end, poking Katsuki in the shoulder with his other hand that wasn’t tracing shapes over his thumb. The hero was speaking now, words that meant absolutely nothing to either of them. “Plus, it’s not like we could just up and leave from our spot right now. Ochako was smart and picked a table in the back.”
Rolling his eyes, Katsuki let himself stare at the hero and let his mind relax. He might’ve looked a little frightening to anyone who didn’t know him, but Eijirou watched and noticed that it was just Katsuki’s way of letting himself take a minute to breathe and not worry about his presentation. But this time, Katsuki’s eyes dulled, a tell-tale sign of him being so exhausted that he wouldn’t be able to snap out of it as quickly as usual.
Looking around once more, Eijirou sucked in a breath through his teeth, glanced up at the young hero talking and made a rash decision. Eijirou pushed his chair back and tugged Katsuki up with the hand that connected them. Katsuki blinked back into the present and struggled to stay standing, stumbling slightly as Eijirou dragged him to the edge of the room and they walked to the back through there. The policemen standing at the exit door caught a glimpse of how Katsuki was blinking rapidly and swaying unsteadily and opened the door for Eijirou.
“Safe trip home,” She said, nodding to him as they walked out.
“Thanks.” Eijirou didn’t look back as he paused for a second, adjusting Katsuki so he was tucked under Eijirou’s arm. Walking would be useless, as it would take much too long for Katsuki’s tired condition. Sighing, Eijirou fished out his phone one handed and ordered for an Uber. It showed up quickly, and Eijirou kept his guard up as he entered and held Katsuki close against his side.
His hand ran up and down the expanse of Katsuki’s side, ruffling the suit he was wearing. A deep red, matching his eyes and the ends of Eijirou’s hair. He’d been letting his roots grow out, as Katsuki seemed to like his hair black. Eijirou’s own suit was just black, but Katsuki was eating it up earlier. No energy for that now, it seemed.
Brushing some of Katsuki’s blonde hair back from his forehead, Eijirou leaned over to press a kiss to the skin. Out of the corner of his eyes, he was watching the driver, who seemed to be minding his own business and just driving. Which was good.
Katsuki stirred underneath his arm, and Eijirou squeezed his waist as he shifted to sitting up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Are we back yet?”
“Almost, darling, almost.”
The Uber dropped them off two minutes away from their actual home, which Eijirou always took the precaution of in case their location was being tracked through the Uber. Pulling Katsuki out of the car, Eijirou smiled and waved at the driver and started walking back to their house, almost all of Katsuki’s weight draped over him.
He unlocked their front door and kicked it open, kicking it shut as well as he toed his shoes off, taking Katsuki’s off as well. The lights were off, and Eijirou knew his way around their house well enough that he kept the rooms dark as he led a still close eyed Katsuki through the hallways to their bedroom.
They fell down onto their mattress with a huff from Eijirou and a relieved sigh from Katsuki. Immediately, he shoved off his suit jacket, throwing it on the floor somewhere. Eijriou chuckled lightly, following suit and shedding his jacket and shirt, leaving his pants on as he opened his arms for Katsuki to burrow into. Leaping at the opportunity, Katsuki nuzzled his nose into Eijirou’s collarbone.
Carding his hands through Katsuki’s hair, Eijirou relaxed into the pillow. Katsuki did too, but then Eijirou suddenly felt lips against his neck. Hands grabbed at his bare waist, finding the band of his pants and using it to tug him even closer through the belt loops. Eijirou let out a small sound of surprise and content as he was rubbed into Katsuki’s torso.
“Are we doing this now, Katsuki?”
“Yes.” Mumbled into Eijirou’s skin, tongue lapping over the reddening kiss marks littered over his collarbones. “Come on, Ei. Fuck me.”
Pink flushed over his face, and Eijirou was glad for the darkness covering them. Reaching for Katsuki’s shirt with shaking hands, Eijirou guided it off of him and threw it with the other pieces of clothing. His hands splayed over Katsuki’s chest, warming his cold skin and thumbing over his already hardening nipples. Katsuki let out a breath, shaky against Eijirou’s neck as he latched on again.
“What do you want, darling?” Eijirou asked, cupping Katsuki’s cheeks and forcing him to look up and meet his eyes. “Tell me what you want, Katsuki.”
His pupils widened, swallowing the red. “Fuck me. Please- please Eijirou, fuck me.”
Eijirou swallowed, captivated by the desperation in Katsuki’s eyes before breaking the contact for a split second to pull him forward into a kiss. Their lips met, chapped and rough but so soft in the way that they moved slowly, sweetly. Katsuki’s mouth fell open for Eijirou, eyebrows furrowing as Eijirou lapped into his mouth. Small sounds left both of them, and Eijirou traced his jaw.
They broke apart. Katsuki looked delicious. Eijirou’s fingers traveled down to the button and zipper of his pants, undoing both and sliding the waistband down Katsuki’s thighs until they slipped off fully. Quickly, Eijirou copied and shoved his own pants off as well. Now all they were left in were their boxers, and Katsuki was painfully hard.
A palm covered his covered dick, lightly squeezing over it and tearing a moan from Katsuki. His back arched into the feeling, and Eijirou smiled as he thumbed under the waistband of his boxers too. Not taking them off quite yet, Eijirou shifted downwards on their bed and licked a stripe over his clothed cock. A strangled noise came from Katsuki’s throat, and Eijirou decided to be impatient as he tore off both of their boxers.
Leaning over Katsuki to reach the bedside table where their lube bottle laid, Eijirou made sure to brush his thigh over Katsuki’s cock, even the smallest stimulation making him jerk. Returning with the lube in hand, Eijirou cupped the inside of Katsuki’s left thigh and gently spread his legs open.
Spreading some lube over his first two fingers, Eijirou rubbed it over Katsuki’s hole, circling his rim but not quite pressing in. Katsuki exhaled and Eijirou’s other hand held his hips down. Finally, after too many seconds of teasing, Eijirou pushed his finger in, petting down Katsuki’s walls. Past the second knuckle, Eijirou stopped and hooked his finger up. A whine was punched out of Katsuki, and Eijirou repeatedly rubbed over his prostate.
“Get fucking to it.” Katsuki tried to growl out, though the grit in his voice was more like a crack.
“Of course, Kat. Just to give me a second to enjoy this.” Eijirou grinned, sliding in another finger and still circling around his hole. He was taking his time on purpose, knowing that it would rile Katsuki up. It didn’t take long until Katsuki was trying to fuck himself on Eijirou’s fingers. His exhaustion easily turned into this primal desperation, and Eijirou already knew that afterwards he was going to drop, so he was prepared.
Leaning forward to capture Katsuki’s lips in a kiss before he could complain more, Eijirou let his third finger accompany the other two inside of him. Katsuku moaned into his mouth, gripping at his hair with an intensity that they hadn’t had the time to share recently.
Eijirou slipped his fingers out, wiping them on his leg because he knew that if he dirtied the sheets, Katsuki would kill him. Spreading lube over his cock, Eijirou held Katsuki’s legs open and drew in a breath, using his free hand to guide himself in and-
“Oh fuck-!” Katsuki let out the lewdest noise Eijirou had ever heard as he pushed in, slowly, deeply. His legs were shaking around Eijirou’s hips, dick throbbing against his stomach as Katsuki closed his eyes, mouth hanging open. It was the perfect invitation for Eijirou to connect them in another kiss, this one barely being able to be considered a kiss. Open mouthed and all tongue and teeth, passionate and desperate and rough.
Eijirou pulled his hips back, dragging against Katsuki’s walls, and then snapped forward. The bed shook underneath them, and Katsuki reached up and grabbed onto the nearest thing - Eijirou’s shoulders - to keep him steady. He plowed into Katsuki, knowing exactly how his husband wanted to feel, wanted to be fucked with a bruising grip on his hips. His breathing got shaky, trembling with effort as his legs strained with every thrust. Katsuki cried out each time Eijirou pounded into his prostate, scrambling for something to hold.
His hands went straight for Eijirou’s throat, wrapping around his neck and squeezing. Eijirou let out a gasp, eyes rolling back as his hips stuttered. Katsuki felt him swallow against his palm as he groaned, still attempting to move in Katsuku until he finally let go of Eijirou’s throat.
“Fuck,” He rasped, breathing ragged and heavy as his abdomen contracted with the obvious sign that he was getting close. “God, Kat, I’m so close. Are you close, darling?”
Katsuki’s only response was a broken off whine, arms and legs spasming as he arched into the stimulation. Eijirou hit his prostate, dragged out, hit his prostate again at just the perfect angle and-
Katsuki was gone. All he felt was the burning pleasure of an orgasm and then the comforting haze from the aftereffects.
Eijirou stilled inside of him, curling over himself and opening his mouth in a silent cry as he came.
They stayed still for a few moments before Eijirou sighed and strained to sit up. Pulling out of Katsuki, Eijirou grimaced at the squelching sound it made. Watching his cock soften, Eijirou cursed quietly. He forgot a condom. It should be fine though, and Eijirou brushed back Katsuki’s hair as it stuck to his forehead so he could press a kiss there, tracing the lines of his face softly.
“Darling, we should probably shower,” Eijirou suggested. He got a half-hearted grumble as a reply. Smiling, Eijirou shifted off the bed to stand, shaking out his legs and wrapping his arms underneath Katsuki’s knees and waist. Heaving him up into his arms, Eijirou walked them back to their bathroom, where he was faced with the choice to either take a shower, or a bath. He chose bath.
Eijirou sat Katsuki down on the counter, squeezing his cheeks together lightly to keep at least slightly awake. Turning on the faucet, Eijirou closed the drain and turned back to Katsuki. His eyes were still closed, but he was steady. Eijirou stepped in front of him, between his legs and surprised him with a kiss, sweeter than before. Although tired, Katsuki reciprocated.
The water was ready quickly, and Eijirou turned off the faucet as he checked the temperature. Perfectly scalding, just the way Katsuki enjoyed it. Guiding Katsuki off of the counter, Eijirou helped him into the bathtub, following and sitting behind him. They washed, wetting their hair and conditioning it as Katsuki yawned sleepily the entire time. Eijirou smiled.
They got out after around 15 minutes of domestic washing, Eijirou pressing kisses wherever he could reach. Draining the water, Eijirou grabbed two fluffy towels and wrapped Katsuki up in one. Giggling, Katsuki leaned into Eijirou’s chest, ignoring how they were both soaking wet.
“I’m gonna get my cuddles, right?” He slurred, making Eijirou roll his eyes fondly.
“Of course, Kat. You’ll get your cuddles.”