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The lock won’t hold still while Shouto tries to get the key in.
Or maybe it’s the wrong key.
No, it’s the lock that’s wrong. Surely.
He tries again, twice more, before the lock finally cries uncle and Shouto's able to slip quietly inside.
“Katsuki?” he calls quietly, but the house is quiet and only the light above the sink is left on. Katsuki always does that when he goes to bed before Shouto gets home, so that he doesn't come home in the dark.
He takes his shoes and jacket off standing on the rug in the entry way. The cuffs of his pants are wet, he thinks from stumbling through a fountain earlier, so he slips out of those, too.
He probably could have dried them sooner and not been walking around wet halfway to his knees, but he can’t quite remember how to use his quirk right now. And anyway he’s in his own home now. He’ll probably go to bed soon, and then he’d have to take his pants off anyway.
Ohh bed.
Bed sounds nice.
Shouto makes a detour through the kitchen to turn off the sink light and gulp down most of a glass of water. Then he carefully, quietly shuffles down the hallway, a hand on the wall to make sure he doesn’t stumble and trip, because that would definitely wake Katsuki.
Shouto dips into the bathroom to pee and notices a bright stain on the chest of his shirt, so he sheds it and leaves it in the hamper. Then he washes his hands, splashes his face with some cold water to help himself sober up a little, and heads for the bedroom.
The vision waiting there for him nearly steals the breath from Shouto’s lungs. The lamp on the bedside table glows at its dimmest setting, painting their bedroom in warm yellow light.
More importantly, Katsuki sleeps on his stomach in their bed, features slack and peaceful and so beautiful. Pale lashes rest heavy above his sharp cheekbones, painted in the shadows and golden glow of the lamp. His skin is smooth and flawless, except for the faded scar on his right cheek. One of his hands rests atop Shouto’s side of the bed, like he was waiting for him.
Shouto’s heart hurts to look at him because he’s just so. So…
“Beautiful,” Shouto murmurs as his feet drag him slowly toward the edge of the bed. He doesn’t want to wake Katsuki, because he needs his sleep, but he needs to touch him. He doesn’t know how he ever stops. Doesn’t know how anybody resists the urge, because Katsuki’s the prettiest thing that’s ever existed.
And then he’s thinking about somebody else seeing Katsuki like this, about someone else touching Katsuki at all, and something hungry and possessive rises in the pit of his stomach.
Shouto crawls carefully into the bed and stretches out his fingers to trace a bruise on the hinge of Katsuki's jaw, then trails them down the nape of his neck, from his hairline down the line of his spine. Katsuki just sleeps, breath steady, cheek pressed against the pillow.
Shuffling closer on his knees, Shouto tugs at the blankets, pulling them away until he can see Katsuki’s bare back underneath the duvet.
“Katsuki,” Shouto murmurs, laser focused now on the exposed skin. He peels the blanket back further, finding Katsuki in only a pair of shorts — somehow both loose and stretchy, but clinging to his ass. He smells like he showered before bed, like his fancy yuzu and bergamont body wash.
Shouto’s body throbs looking at him, soft and vulnerable in their bed. Nobody else gets to see Katsuki like this. It's just for Shouto. “So pretty,” he whispers, tracing his fingers along the line of skin right where it meets the elastic waistband of his shorts. “Fuck.”
Shouto watches his sleeping face as he slides his hand over the outside of Katsuki’s thigh.
He needs to touch him; he’s too pretty not to be touched, and Shouto’s so horny.
When did he get so horny?
He remembers texting Katsuki somewhere between the second and third bars that he was horny, so it must have been then.
Katsuki doesn’t even move, except the rhythmic rise of his breathing. His lips are full and parted slightly, the gentle hiss of his breath just barely audible. Shouto wants to see that pretty mouth twisted in pleasure but… but Katsuki needs to rest. He has to work tomorrow. He doesn’t need to wake up just because Shouto’s too horny to sleep.
Dipping his gaze to that exposed stretch of skin once again, Shouto licks his lips before bending to press a kiss to the small of his back. He glides his nose up the ridge of his boyfriend's spine and kisses his way along, following the impulses overriding the rest of the hazy, alcohol-soaked thoughts running through his brain.
It feels so good to kiss Katsuki like this, kneeling over his slumbering form, trailing his lips along warm skin that he knows so well.
Katsuki moans softly when he trails his tongue along a sensitive spot near his ribs, squirming beneath him. Shouto goes still as a board, holding his breath to see if garnet eyes blink open. Instead, Katsuki rolls onto his back, shoving his arm under the pillow on Shouto’s side of the bed. Then he settles again, brows furrowed ever so slightly as he shifts his head against the pillow.
I should stop, Shouto thinks when Katsuki goes still once more without ever opening his eyes, but then he sees the red peek of Katsuki’s tongue flash between his lips for just a split second, wetting his lower lip, and Shouto’s dick throbs.
“Oh,” Shouto whispers, eyes trained on Katsuki’s mouth. It doesn’t move, so he trails his gaze down. His breath catches when he sees Katsuki's pretty, perky nipples, dusted in a fine layer of blond hair.
Shouto needs them in his mouth immediately.
Katsuki’s stomach dips a little when Shouto drags his tongue over one of his rosy nipples, breath deepening when Shouto’s lips wrap around the little bud. He toys with it a little, enjoying the sensation against his tongue and the tiny whine issuing from Katsuki’s throat when his teeth get a little too involved. Then he switches sides, lavishing the other with attention until the dusky areola flushes an angry red.
Shouto pants, mouth open and too hot as he stares. He feels a little bad about going overboard, so he cools his hand and rubs his thumb over the flushed skin. Katsuki whines louder, pressing his chest up into the touch, but his eyes stay firmly shut.
Such a good boy. Fuck, even in his sleep he's perfect: taking everything Shouto gives him so beautifully.
Shouto wants him. Wants to pull out his aching cock and feed it right into Katsuki’s hole. Shouto bets he’s still loose from earlier, when they fucked before Shouto left for Natsuo’s stag party. He bets he could… slip right in.
“Wanna fuck you,” Shouto mumbles, palming his erection. “Just… a little.”
Shouto’s fingers disappear under the hem of those shorts, feeling his way across warm, smooth skin by touch and memory alone. The heat in Shouto’s belly is stoked by the thought, so he acts on it. He worms his whole hand up the leg of Katsuki’s shorts, stroking the soft skin underneath.
He bites his lip and leans in close to rock his hips against Katsuki’s. The thin fabric of Shouto’s underwear does barely anything to disguise the heat coming off Katsuki’s body. Shouto tries to hold back a moan as he does it again, shifting until his cock slides against his sleeping boyfriend's, friction lighting his veins up.
He stretches the shorts all the way to one side, revealing Katsuki's erection and his pretty hole behind soft, fuzzy balls. Shouto presses his thumb there and watches as it opens for him with almost no pressure at all, like it wants to suck him in so bad.
He sinks in halfway to the first knuckle, rolling just barely in and out. Maybe a few millimeters in either direction. Just feeling him stretch. It’s such a tiny hole, but he knows from experience he fits.
Fits so perfectly. Like Katsuki was made for him.
Fuck. He needs him. He needs him so badly.
Shouto spreads him with one hand and uses the other to fish his cock out of his boxers and guide the tip to Katsuki’s hole.
Katsuki’s body accepts him easily, stretching around the tip like it was made to fit Shouto inside. Once the head pops past his rim, Shouto doesn’t sink any deeper. He doesn't want to hurt him; doesn't want to make a racket trying to find lube and risk waking him.
Katsuki’s body is relaxed and so, so warm, and the pressure around Shouto’s cock is perfect, so... So this is fine. It's perfect, actually. This is all he needs. He keeps his hand at the base of his shaft, grip firm as he strokes himself with only the tip of his cock buried in Katsuki’s ass.
“Katsuki,” Shouto moans quietly. His knuckles brush the soft fabric of Katsuki’s shorts. Katsuki makes a little moan in his sleep, shifting a little more, but Shouto’s too lost in the feeling now, chasing the pleasure curling in his guts. “Oh my god—”
“Sho?” Katsuki mumbles sleepily, red eyes blinking halfway open. Then he moans aloud as Shouto rocks his hips forward in surprise, shoving another inch of his cock into him. “Oh fuck—”
Katsuki is definitely awake now, but his voice is all raspy and sexy with sleep and Shouto can’t stop the whine he lets out as a shockwave of arousal lances through him when he hears it.
“Sorry,” Shouto whines, unable to stop now. He thrusts shallowly through his own hand, into Katsuki’s body. “Needed you so bad, baby, ‘m sorry.”
Katsuki's voice is deep and throaty when he's just woken up, and Shouto’s arousal triples at the sound. God, Katsuki sounds so fucking sexy when he's half-asleep and moaning for him. “Y’couldn’t—wake me first?”
“’M sorry, I d—ahh— didn’t want to disturb your sleep. Is it okay?”
Katsuki makes a strangled sound but rocks his hips down toward Shouto. He can feel the way Katsuki tightens around him, like he's trying to coax him deeper.
“Do you like it?” Shouto asks, bending low so he can bite the lobe of Katsuki’s ear. “Do you like waking up with my cock in you?”
Katsuki moans again, louder, and bucks beneath him. His hand has wound its way around Shouto's side, holding on like he'll die if Shouto moves away. “Fuck off.”
Shouto grins against Katsuki’s hair. His brain feels buzzy from the alcohol and the intoxicating scent of his skin, and it’s making it harder and harder not to bury himself balls deep in Katsuki’s ass. “Are you turned on?”
“Of course I’m fucking turned on, idiot. You’re fucking me in my sleep.”
"'M not," Shouto protests. "Not really. Not like I want to."
"Fuck," Katsuki groans. "What the fuck do you call this then?"
“I was thinking about just fucking you right away,” Shouto continues, as the fantasy of it plays out in his mind’s eye. “Real deep and slow. If I stayed— stayed quieter, I bet you wouldn’t have even woke up. Not even if I came inside and kept on fucking it deeper into you.”
“Shiiit,” Katsuki groans, voice going even deeper on the vowel. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, what the fuck.”
“Yeah? You want me to use you like that?”
Katsuki nods, nails scratching at the back of Shouto's neck. “Yeah. Shhh—should… try again. Sober. So your clumsy drunk ass doesn’t wake me.”
“Maybe I will,” Shouto noses behind Katsuki’s ear, trailing his tongue along after to taste his sweet, caramel sweat. “You’ll never even know until the morning you wake up with my spend inside you.”
“Fuck, Shouto, just—” Katsuki arches under him, trying again to suck him deeper and finding only Shouto’s fist instead of more cock. Shouto presses him into the mattress with a hand on his belly, away from what he wants so badly. Katsuki makes a frustrated sound that echoes in Shouto’s balls. “Fuck me already, goddamn it.”
“I'm gonna,” Shouto rumbles. He gives his cock a few more strokes, letting his knuckles press harder into Katsuki’s skin. “I want you so badly, Katsuki."
“Shouto, get the fucking lube, oh my god," Katsuki moans, shoving at his chest.
Shouto blinks and looks down, at the tip of his cock stretching Katsuki open. Then glances to the nightstand, just out of reach. "Okay," Shouto says, pulling his cock out carefully. "Okay."
He crawls across the bed until he can reach the drawer, yanking the pull and sending all the contents inside rolling forward. He finds the lube easily enough, not bothering to shut the drawer as he fumbles to pop the cap. His cock is wet and aching, now bereft of the vice of Katsuki's body, and he really wants it back.
The bottle slips in his grip, lube spurting out of the opening and spilling across Katsuki's stomach, dick, and balls.
It's… kind of a lot. But Shouto just drags his hand through it, smearing the wetness down to Katsuki's hole before plunging two fingers inside. Katsuki's cock twitches and he tightens around him, a soft grunt escaping.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Katsuki mumbles. “Put it back in. Now, now.”
“Yeah,” Shouto breathes, feeling a little too hot and dizzy to properly function, but he’s touching Katsuki and it feels so good. “Yeah, gonna fuck you. Been thinkin' about it… all night."
Shouto removes his fingers and fits his cock to the cleft of Katsuki's ass, sliding past it a few times before he manages to catch the slippery rim and press inside. Katsuki groans as he sinks in, deeper than before, and begins to rock shallowly in and out.
"I know," Katsuki says. "You started fucking sexing me after your third drink."
Oh right. That's why he was so horny.
"You started it," Shouto reminds him. Because it was definitely Katsuki's fault. He would not have gotten horny in public otherwise.
"I sent you a picture of me fully clothed with the cat on my lap."
Shouto nods helplessly. The friction around his length as he fucks steadily into his boyfriend's heat is making him dizzy. "Yeah. That's— so sexy. You're really sexy. All the time."
Katsuki scoffs, but it turns into a moan as he arches his neck up, exposing the pale length of his throat. Again, Shouto's overcome with the need to put his mouth there. To taste every pretty inch of skin Katsuki will expose to him. He leans down and licks a stripe up the side of his throat, then sucks a wet kiss into the soft skin beneath his jaw.
Another pretty, needy sound escapes Katsuki's lips. Shouto can feel Katsuki's chest heaving against his own, feels his arm move between them to scoop up more of the spilled lube and begin to stroke his own cock.
"Love you," Shouto mumbles into Katsuki's neck. He's fucking him faster now, chasing the high of pleasure he only gets with Katsuki. His balls slap against Katsuki's ass in a lewd beat, too wet and slick from the lube Shouto spilled. "I love you."
"I love you too," Katsuki responds breathlessly, twisting his head to catch Shouto's mouth with his own. "Even if you are drunk as shit right n— oh, fuck, right there. Harder, Shouto."
Harder sounds good. Harder sounds great, even.
Shouto thrusts his hips deeper, gripping high on Katsuki's thigh for leverage. His vision is tunneled down to Katsukikatsukikatsuki. He tugs him down to meet each rock of his hips, watching how Katsuki's cock slips messy between his fingers, how his lashes flutter, blown pupils nearly engulfing the red of his irises.
He's so gorgeous and Shouto loves every last bit of him.
"'M gonna cum," Shouto chokes, pace growing frantic. "Katsuki, I'm—"
Katsuki nods, the slap of his hand around his dick loud and wet in their quiet bedroom. "Me too," he says. "Fuck, Shouto—"
Sensation overtakes, orgasm washing over Shouto like a tidal wave. He can't stop the motion of his hips as he comes, every rock into Katsuki's body drawing it out longer and harder than he thinks it ever has before. Katsuki cries out below him, painting warm, white streaks between their chests.
Shouto can't think, can't breathe, until Katsuki wiggles under him, overstimulated. He finally draws to a stop, panting like he ran a marathon, and presses his forehead to Katsuki's clavicle. It's the only way the world stops spinning.
"Holy shit," Katsuki rasps faintly. "You alive?"
Shouto shakes his head no. Katsuki snickers.
"Made a goddamn mess," he says, guiding Shouto to lay beside him anyway. His softening cock slips free with a slick pop that makes them both jolt, but Shouto keeps his face hidden in Katsuki's shoulder as the blond wraps an arm around his middle. "You okay?"
"I love you," Shouto murmurs, still feeling very untethered between the earth-shaking orgasm and the booze still circling his system. "You're my favorite. Best… best in the whole world."
Katsuki snorts. "Glad to see you still recognize it when you're drunk." He kisses the side of Shouto's head, all he can reach with him tucked away like this. "I love you too, baby."
"Sorry I got you messy. An'… woke you up."
"I'm only surprised you didn't skip out earlier the way you were texting me. Did you have fun?"
"Mm. Yes. Very fun."
Katsuki's hand has started stroking across the sensitive skin above his waist, fingers tickling like feathers, and it's doing very confusing things to Shouto's drunk, still horny, and very exhausted body. "Good. Tell me about it tomorrow?"
"I will."
"Do you want to shower with me?"
"Yes. Not yet."
Katsuki squeezes him a little tighter. "Okay. We can stay here for a while longer. Don't fall asleep on me, okay? I'm not going back to sleep this sticky."
"Mm," Shouto mumbles, nuzzling his nose into Katsuki's throat. He smells sleepy, like their sheets after sleeping on them a few nights, and it's very pleasant. "Not tired."
"Liar. You're falling asleep right now, aren't you?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Uh-huh."
"Am wide awake," Shouto argues, muffled against Katsuki's skin.
"I'll carry your drunk ass to the shower," Katsuki threatens. Shouto's pretty sure it's an empty threat. Not because he can't carry Shouto, but because he also sounds tired.
"Okay."
"I'm not carrying you, dummy," Katsuki says. Shouto smiles to be proven correct. "If you're awake enough to sass me, you're awake enough to walk."
"Who's being sassy? Not me."
"Yes you," Katsuki says, and his gentle fingers turn to prods, tickling turning more intentional. Shouto curls in on himself instictively, trying to shy away, but he's laughing. "Fucker. You're the sassiest asshole I fuckin' know."
Shouto props his head up on Katsuki's shoulder, staring up and admiring his pretty pink post-sex fllush. "Do you still love me?"
"You're still here, aren'tcha?" Katsuki asks, before baring his teeth playfully.
Shouto smiles so hard his eyes squeeze shut. "I love you too."
"I know. You've told me, like, eight times since you got home."
"I'll tell you nine times."
"Sure."
"Ten times, maybe."
"You're still on eight."
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
"Eleven now."
"Counting is hard."
"That's because you forgot to count your beers," Katsuki says, and grabs Shouto by the chin, stroking his thumb over Shouto's lower lip. The horny tingle in Shouto's spine buzzes a little louder. "You should drink water after you shower."
"Mm. I had some when I came home."
"Yeah, well, now that you came your brains out, you should have some more."
"You're so smart, Katsuki."
Katsuki breaks into a snort of laughter that sets off butterflies in Shouto's belly. "You're not gonna remember any of this in the morning, are you, baby?"
"Nnnnnnno."
"You ready to shower yet?"
Shouto thinks. He'd like to stay in Katsuki's arms like this, but the stickiness is becoming distracting. "Can we cuddle after?"
"Yeah."
"Then yes."
Katsuki pats his back twice and rolls out from under him, striding naked for their en suite. Shouto follows obediently, because he wants to be wherever Katsuki is. And maybe touch him some more.
"Hey Katsuki?"
"What?"
"Can I suck you off?"
Katsuki turns over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow at Shouto. His gaze travels all the way down, then back up again. "C'mon, horndog. Get on your knees in the shower and apologize for waking me up."
Has he mentioned lately how much he loves Katsuki?