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Shouto is tired. As he takes another sip from his whiskey, he tugs his tie, making the knot get looser. His clothes make him feel itchy. He hates them. He hates everything about his life, but what else is new, right?
The glass hits the wooden counter, a silent, another fill, please.
“Let me invite you,” a hoarse voice behind him says, making him shiver.
The owner of said voice is standing right behind him. Shouto can feel the warmth emanating from his body, and the hot puffs of air from his mouth are barely an inch away from his ear. He gulps as he turns his head slightly, only to find a cocky smirk plastered on the handsome face of a blond man with intense red eyes. He smells of leather, metal, and... oil? That’s weird.
Shouto swallows the lump that has appeared and finally nods. The man winks at him before he sits on the stool next to his, their knees softly touching. He’s wearing a black leather jacket, some ripped dark jeans, black boots and a faded t-shirt with a big white skull on it. His hair is a mess of sharp spikes, but at the same time, it looks extremely fluffy, like a cloud.
He looks comfortable in his skin, in this situation, and seems to be extremely charismatic, or at least, he gives that vibe. To summarize, he's a player, thinks Shouto sourly.
He wonders if this is how it all began for his now ex-boyfriend. Is this why he ended up cheating on him? Was he seduced at some random bar by a handsome man and thought, hey, I already have access to the Todoroki’s bank account, why not have some side fun while I'm on it?
“Sooo, what does a pretty boy like you do in a hole in the wall like this? And drinking all by yourself to top it all.” The man casually asks him.
Shouto can tell that if he chooses to remain silent, the man won’t be bothered by it. He doesn’t care about him. It’s just an opening to keep the conversation going. Still, he opens his mouth and answers with honesty. “I needed a place where no one would recognize me.”
The man nods as the waiter places the two glasses before them. Shouto thanks the purple-haired man quietly as he takes his and sips it.
“That bad, uh?”
Shouto blinks and looks at the man, who is also taking a sip of his drink, eyes gleaming over the edge of his glass.
“What do you mean?” He inquires.
The man scoffs and points at Shouto’s drink with his jaw. “I’ve been watching you for a little while. You have been drinking as if the solution to whatever you need is at the bottom of your drink.”
He shrugs. “If I find it, I’ll tell you,” he mumbles as he’s about to take another sip, but before the cold glass touches his lips, he side-eyes the man and sees the knowing smirk. He sighs and lowers his drink. “I’ve had a bad day. I’m tired and I’ve heard that people drink to drown their sorrows. Thus, here I am, checking it out.”
The man licks his lips as he studies him up from head to toe. He leans over the counter, placing his hand over Shouto’s knee, squeezing, and purrs, “I know another way to help you forget. It's way funnier and healthier.”
Shouto can’t control the shiver that runs through his body, nor the small whimper that escapes his throat. The man winks playfully at him, knowing he has hit home.
Shouto contemplates his options. He only planned as far as getting enough wasted to the point he could ignore this aching heart of his from the betrayal and disenchantment of finding his three-year relationship was nothing but an illusion. Sizing up this man he guesses he could get fucked hard enough to forget his name, which in any case works too. He hadn’t realized it, but he’s horny. He guesses people are right about him: he’s an airhead, an idiot. All the clues were right there for him. It’s been months since he and his ex had any kind of sexual involvement. Now, it’s pretty obvious why.
“Okay,” he finally agrees.
“Took you long enough, pretty boy.” The man wiggles his eyebrows before he empties his drink in one take and tosses a couple of wrinkled bills over the counter.
Shouto imitates him, finishing his drink, grimacing at the burn it leaves on his throat. The man stands up, zipping up his jacket as he starts to walk ahead towards the exit of the small bar. He barks a “later brainfuck” to the man behind the counter. Shouto hastily follows him, but politely says goodbye and thanks the waiter, who simply nods as he cleans some glasses behind the counter, eyes all tired.
The cold night air hits him, and Shouto shivers. His suit jacket is thin enough that it doesn’t warm or protect him up too much. It’s made with the sole purpose of impressing his father’s law firm clients, not to withstand the freeze. He tries to heat himself, quickly rubbing his arms up and down, as he tries to keep up with the man’s long steps. Said man suddenly halts, and Shouto almost crashes against his back.
“Whoa, are you that tipsy?”
He shakes his head. “No, just cold. I apologize.”
The man scoffs as he eyes him. Rolling his eyes, he takes off his leather jacket and tosses it to him. “Here, necrophilia ain’t my thing. You look one step from hypothermia.”
Shouto quickly puts it on and immediately feels better, as it still has the warmth of the man. “Thanks, …?” Oh, he doesn’t even know the name of the man he’s going home with. He feels slightly joyful; if his father knew this, he would be blowing a couple of fuses. He tries to bite down a tiny smile that tries to surface.
“Bakugou Katsuki, you?”
Crap. Shouto freezes. He can’t tell this man his surname, if he does… Shouto is tired of people only seeing him for his surname as if he weren’t something more. He thought he was different, that he truly loved and cherished Shouto for who he was. Joke’s on him since he only seduced Shouto for his money and the prestige his surname brings along. He wonders if he would care about this, about Shouto going home with a stranger. He guesses not. After all, he has a new beau and he must have done this hundreds of times before. Did he ever stop to wonder how Shouto would feel if he ever found out? No, surely not. Maybe at first, but not recently.
Bakugou is still waiting. Shouto coughs a little, pretending, so it won’t be that obvious that he’s lying as he slips, “Himura Shouto, but call me Shouto.” Bakugou nods and Shouto is relieved: his mom comes from a good family, but hers isn’t as well-known as the Todoroki legacy.
“You can call me Katsuki then.”
“Ok, Katsuki,” he replies softly. It makes the other man chuckle before he stops at a black muscle car. He opens the door manually with the keys and enters it before he pulls the lock on Shouto’s side and pushes the door open. “Thanks.”
The car smells nice, like pine air freshener. It also smells a little of oil, but it’s very faint.
“Buckle up,” grunts Katsuki as he turns on the powerful engine, making it roar.
“Oh, sorry.”
Katsuki drives smoothly. He’s maybe a tad too fast for Shouto’s like, but he doesn’t take any turns sharply or run any red lights. The drive isn’t too long either, barely on the outskirts of the neighborhood where the bar was. Shouto sees they are going straight into what seems a gaudy orange car workshop. Katsuki simply parks the car on the side of the building and enters the workshop through a small wooden side door, which he holds open for Shouto.
Shouto hurries and his eyes open wide as he sees the inside. Oh, so this is why Katsuki smells like oil. The inside has three cars, all of them with their engines in plain sight. One is elevated. Shouto can see what he supposes all cars look like underneath. He approaches it with curiosity, but warily eyes the metallic yellow structure that keeps it up. It looks too feeble to be holding it.
Katsuki laughs. “Relax, it ain’t gonna fall. You look as if you had never seen a car in your life.”
“Not really. I-” He bites his tongue in time, right before he confesses that he doesn’t even know how to drive since his father has a chauffeur who drives them whenever needed. He gulps and, looking back at the car, he tells a half-truth. “I’ve never been too interested in cars. I must admit it looks quite interesting and complicated.”
Katsuki scoffs. “Not really. Once you know all the basics, all the mystery is gone. My true magic is the painting job. I tune them up. Everybody knows I give the best finishes in the country,” he boasts proudly.
“I love painting too,” he softly confesses with a sad smile.
Katsuki drops his weight against the metallic structure that holds the car, making it shake loudly. Shouto’s eyes widen as he takes a step back, but Katsuki doesn’t seem worried about the car falling any time soon. “You paint?”
“Oh, not anymore, I’m afraid. Back in high school, I loved all my art electives. In college, I managed to sneak a couple of credits until…”
Until Father found out and threatened me to force me into an arranged marriage with a woman if I didn’t drop those. He made me choose between voluntarily quitting my dreams or being forced to do the same he was once pushed into. At least if I quit willingly, he would accept me being with men. That was the deal.
He doesn’t say that. He fakes a tiny smile and finishes with, “I had to leave them, I was too busy with other courses,” he quickly lies, avoiding Katsuki’s inquisitive eyes.
The lie is too obvious. Katsuki hums as he takes a step towards Shouto.
“Whatever. So… I’m a man who prides himself on keeping up with his word. I think I promised you something, didn’t I?”
Shouto frowns and looks at Katsuki confused. The smirk and lascivious, hungry eyes help him understand what the man is implying. A wave of desire hits him out of nowhere, all the sadness gone, replaced by unaltered lust. He starts to feel his blood warming up and his heart skips a couple of beats. Katsuki is truly handsome and sexy, and his eyes hold promises of making this worth his time.
His mouth is dry, so his voice is raspy as he mumbles, “Yes, you did. Are you going to make me forget then?”
The predatory grin on Katsuki’s face widens as the man kicks the metallic structure he was leaning into and tackles Shouto. Tugging the lapels of the leather jacket Shouto has borrowed, Katsuki draws him against his chest before he smashes their lips together. Shouto would lie if he didn’t admit this is probably one of the hottest kisses he has ever received. It’s messy as hell. He can feel the saliva sliding down his jaw, yet he doesn’t want to pull away. Tucking his hands around Katsuki’s shoulders, he checks that indeed, his ash-blond hair is as fluffy as he first guessed.
He’s panting and still, doesn’t want to stop feeling Katsuki’s tongue against his. Their hips are rolling together and he can feel his head getting lighter every second that goes by, for the lack of oxygen combined with his blood flooding down. He grunts in surprise as he feels Katsuki’s hands lifting him. He wraps his legs around his thick waist and yelps, afraid of falling.
Katsuki chuckles. “Relax, I ain’t gonna drop you. But maybe we should move this upstairs, alright?”
“U-Upstairs?” He wheezes.
“Yeah, that’s where I live. The whole top floor is an apartment.”
Shouto looks up to the high ceiling, his eyes scan it as if he had X-ray vision that could see what’s beyond the wooden panels. Katsuki lets him go, and as soon as Shouto is stabilized over his feet, he tugs him towards the back of the shop, where he sees a white door next to a small office room that seems flooded with papers, scattered all over every single surface he can see.
The door leads to a small room with some boxes and large window panels. There's a wooden staircase that leads to what he guesses must be the apartment upstairs.
He trails after Katsuki, enjoying the sights. The man has a nice butt, firm and round. His hands twitch, wanting to touch it, squeeze and play with it, to check if it’s as turgid as it looks.
Katsuki curses as he opens the door and turns on the lights. Shouto blinks, blinded for a second, at the sudden brightness. He sees Katsuki lives in a homey apartment, well-lived, with personality. It's nothing like the cold one he lives in; his has whatever was the latest fashion trend as his ex liked to change it every now and then with the excuse that they needed to keep up with all their friends. Shouto never liked it, but he endured with it because he thought it was something that made the other man happy.
“You have a nice home,” he says reverently as his eyes examine everything he can see.
“I have an even nicer bed, wanna check it out?” Katsuki replies, voice thick like honey.
Shouto would have rolled his eyes on any other occasion with such a cliché answer, but the tight, warm knot on his stomach and his wobbly legs won’t let him; it would be too hypocritical of him. He simply nods, unable to do anything else. Katsuki licks his lips and clicks his tongue as he eyes him. Taking a step towards Shouto, he quickly crouches before he takes Shouto as if he weighed nothing and carries him over his shoulder to what he assumes must be that magical bed of his.
Katsuki tosses him over the mattress, and Shouto bounces with a small huff. He has no time to recover before Katsuki is straddling his hips and tugging him from his tie to lock lips once more. Shouto moans and the blond uses it to slide his tongue inside his mouth as he starts to pull off Shouto’s leather jacket. It’s such an overstimulation of sensations that he can feel his brain short-circuiting.
Katsuki breaks the kiss as he takes off Shouto’s own jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt. Shouto tilts his head backwards and closes his eyes, enjoying the warm feeling of those calloused hands getting him naked.
“Oi, are you a pillow princess or what?”
Shouto looks at Katsuki. The man seems half annoyed, half amused.
“I apologize, it’s been a long time and never so… intense.”
Katsuki frowns. “You're telling me someone like you hasn’t fucked in like a month?”
Shouto laughs dryly. “More like over half a year or so.”
“Fuck off, you are kidding me.”
“No. Why would I?”
Katsuki gapes before he growls and pushes Shouto back as he devours his mouth once more. Shouto’s nails scratch his neck and slide down to his back as Katsuki’s mouth moves to his neck, where he bites down harshly.
“Ah!”
The man chuckles and licks the sore area before he starts to tug playfully at his ear. “You know, for being so prim and formal, I gotta tell you, you’ve a curious and awful dye job.”
Shouto huffs. “It’s my natural hair.”
Katsuki stills and pulls away. He hovers him incredulous. “What?”
“It’s all natural. I’m also heterochromatic. I’ve this genetic anomaly called chimera. There is no dye, no contacts.” He decides to be as cheeky as Katsuki. “You can check it if you want. I can assure you all my body hair is like that.”
“Fucking hell,” groans Katsuki before he dives back into his mouth.
Shouto laughs. Their teeth clash. Katsuki tsks as he starts to make his way down Shouto’s torso until he reaches his pants. He unbuckles him and yanks his pants and underwear down.
“Holy shit, you weren’t lying.”
“Why would I?”
Shouto isn’t shy. Being naked or under the attentive scrutiny of a lover’s gaze has never been a problem, yet he feels a little uneasy with Katsuki. This man is nothing like any other he has ever been with. He does know what he’s doing, and he has such presence that it’s driving him wild. Shouto kicks off his clothes and playfully presses his foot against Katsuki’s crotch.
“Kind of unfair that I’m the only one naked here,” he purrs.
Katsuki raises an eyebrow and grins before he skillfully pulls over his head his tee and strips off his pants. Shouto sees he has a black tattoo on his left side. It seems like a dragon that goes up to his back. He can’t really appreciate it, since Katsuki yanks him from his ankle until his butt is on the edge of the bed. He spreads his legs, and the man steps between them. Shouto moans as their erections touch. Yes, he really missed having sex. He feels about to come, and they have barely started.
“Gotta admit you are more fun than I thought. I thought you might be frigid or something in bed, but no, you are kind of a slut, aren’t you?” Shouto doesn’t bother to answer as he thrusts up seeking some friction. Katsuki smacks his thigh. “Oi, answer me when I talk to you… Or do you want me to punish you? Are you gonna be a bad boy or a good one, pretty boy?”
Shouto’s eyes narrow. “Which one is gonna make it give me less talking and more fucking?”
Katsuki seems shocked for a second before his smile turns vicious. He manhandles Shouto until his face is against the mattress and smacks his ass hard. Enough to make the sound echo in the room. Shouto moans. Ok, he never thought spanking would feel so good. He wiggles his ass, demanding another one. He hears a small chuckle before he receives two more hits, before Katsuki presses himself against his body.
“You liked that, pretty boy? Tell me.”
“Yes, I like it.”
He receives a kiss against his shoulder for his answer, followed by the drag of teeth down to his side before Katsuki bites him once more. He squirms and is pushed down harshly.
“Nah, I don’t think so. Stay put, pretty boy. Got it?” Shouto nods, and Katsuki bites him again as he barks, “I said, got it?”
“Y-yes.”
The man grunts and keeps licking his back, leaving some bites here and there. Shouto’s hands fist the sheets tightly, and he can feel his toes curling against the wooden floor. God, Katsuki has barely even touched him, and he’s already an absolute mess.
His heart halts when the weight of the man is gone. He shivers at the sudden coldness.
“Ka-Katsuki?”
He hears a soft hum, and then calloused hands pull apart his asscheeks. Shouto groans as he can feel the cold sensation of the lube pressing against his hole before a finger wiggles its way in.
Katsuki tsks, “I assume you want this, right?”
Shouto frowns. Isn’t it obvious? “Yes, I-I do.”
Katsuki scoffs. “Not fucking, I mean bottoming. I prefer to top, but I can be flexible given the situation…”
“NO! I-I like this.” Shouto flushes at his outburst and tries to recover his dignity, or what’s left of it.
The finger in his ass stops before Katsuki laughs. “I see, so you truly are a pillow biter,” he mumbles amused, before he starts to pump and twist his finger vigorously in and out.
Shouto wants to protest that there’s nothing wrong with getting pounded, but he can’t as Katsuki pushes a second finger and starts to wiggle them inside. The slight burn from the stretching grounds him, and it’s a bittersweet experience. He’s having fun, and this is definitely good, but it also reminds him of how long it has been since he was stretched like this.
“Harder. Faster.” He orders. He wants to forget, he wants to be unable to think of anything else than Katsuki’s dick nailing him against the mattress.
“You are used to giving orders, uh? Well, not here. Here, I'm the only one who bosses around, halfie. You want it rough? Ok, let’s make it rough but don’t come crying once we're done because you can’t fucking walk straight, got it?” He smacks his ass to stress his statement.
Shouto decides to talk back, curious to see what will happen, so he cheekily replies. “Your threat would be way more effective if you were doing something rather than just talking.”
Katsuki ceases all his movements before he darkly orders him. “Hands on the headboard. NOW.” Shouto quickly crawls all the way up until his shaky arms touch it. “Good. If I see you take them away, I’ll use that tie of yours and tie you up, got it?”
Shouto’s whole body shivers at the threat. “Yes. I won’t.”
They both know it’s a lie. Katsuki quickly unknots his tie and skillfully binds his right wrist, but doesn’t attach it anywhere. Shouto’s breath hitches at the sight. He hates that piece of oppressive cloth, yet seeing it bound around his wrist with the imminent promise of how it might end up being used as the night goes on, makes him rock hard, even more than he already was.
With a featherlike touch, Katsuki’s fingertips trail down his sides. It’s torture and such a contrast as the man spreads with his knee Shouto’s legs apart in a sudden push that is nothing but rough. Shouto’s head buries on the pillow and groans. He’s sweating profusely and his heart is pounding madly at the pace of Katsuki’s touches. He craves more, he needs it. He wiggles his ass up, seeking the wanted attention, and hears a chuckle, but finally, two fingers easily slide back inside. He’s mentally cheering as Katsuki starts to pump them in and out, scissoring them and twisting his wrist.
“YES! Right there!” Shouto yells as the blond finds what he was looking for.
All the movements cease. “Tsk. I thought I had told ya, to keep your hands on the headboard.”
Shouto blinks confused and looks up. His hands are still on it. Oh. One is not. One is gripping the pillow tightly. He glances back over his shoulder and mumbles a sorry.
Katsuki’s eyes are dark. He sizes Shouto up before he shakes his head and quickly turns him around. Bending his muscled body over his, Shouto feels his left wrist being tightly bound. He tries to move his hands in opposite directions and finds he can’t, actually, he can barely move them at all beyond wiggling his fingers. Looking up, he sees the smirk on Katsuki’s face.
“Well, now you can’t use your hands and look at that, I ain’t gonna use mine either. Such a pity,” he tutts.
Dread fills Shouto. Wait… what does he mean he won’t use his hands?
“W-what do you mean?”
Katsuki tilts his head as his fingers dig into his hips. “What you heard. You, halfie, are a bad boy who didn’t follow the rules, my rules, thus, you need to get punished. If you want to come, it won’t be because I jerk you off. Wanna come? You will, on my cock alone.”
Shouto’s eyes widen and his mouth waters. Such a nice threat, but he’s nervous. “I have never… like, never.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes and leans over until their lips are touching. Shouto’s breath hitches.
“That’s cause I wasn’t there, halfie. I can promise you, you will.”
Shouto nods eagerly. He wants to. There’s nothing he wants more than that right now. Katsuki toothy grins before he slaps his hands on his thighs and slides them down to Shouto’s knees. He lifts his left leg over his shoulder and then pours some lube directly over Shouto’s hole, who twitches from the coldness of the liquid. Katsuki quickly warms it up as he slams back his two fingers. Shouto arches his back and moans, but it’s nothing compared to when Katsuki finally adds a third.
He winces a little, fingernails stabbing his palms. Katsuki slows down, and Shouto opens his eyes and sees that the man’s eyes are staring intently at his face. Shouto’s heart skips a beat. For being such a harsh and rough man, he’s plenty considerate. He mouths a thanks, and the blond simply rolls his eyes.
Once he feels comfortable enough with the new stretch, he wiggles his ass in a silent go on, which Katsuki quickly takes as he starts to twist his fingers inside, deeper. Shouto’s legs twitch and his instinct is to close them, but he forces them to spread even further.
He’s heavily panting and moaning unabashedly when Katsuki finds again his bundle of nerves and rubs it vigorously. “Oh My! Please, please don’t stop.”
“Relax, halfie, if I stop, it’s only cause I’m gonna be giving you the real deal.”
His words take some time for his fogged brain to decipher, but once he does, he forces himself to look down, towards Katsuki’s abs, and sees what he’s waiting for. His cock is up, hardened, thick and long, nothing too extreme, he guesses, but it’s way bigger than his ex’s. His head rests back into the pillows as he bites his lip. He can’t wait for it, but at the same time, he’s kind of worried, it’s been such a long time… can he take it? It’s definitely bigger than just three fingers.
“Oi! What the fuck are you doing? You’ve gone stiff as fuck. You want to tap out, halfie?”
Shouto’s head snaps up and he hurries, “No. It’s just… I’m worried, I guess. I hadn’t taken a good look at you until now.”
Katsuki blinks slowly, before he frowns and tilts his head, trying to comprehend what he meant. His eyes widen once he gets it and a smug expression overtakes his face. He chuckles and presses his fingers further into Shouto, making him squirm.
“Why the fuck do you think I’m taking so long to prep you? Fucking dumbass…” He shakes his head and glares at him. “I ain’t no cave man. You said you hadn’t fuck in half a year, right? I know I ain’t little.” He smirks proudly. “Even if I want to wreck you, I don’t actually want to hurt you that badly.”
Again, his heart acts funny. His throat tightens and he feels his stomach flutter. He mumbles a thanks, and the air between them becomes heavy and slightly awkward before Katsuki quickly looks away and clears his throat. He retakes his task of opening Shouto without adding anything, simply staring at the man’s ass.
Soon enough, Shouto is thrusting into the bed, groaning and begging for more as Katsuki’s fingers keep making him loose. Once the blond deems it's enough, he pulls them out and wipes them into the sheets as he takes a condom he had placed next to the lube bottle. Shouto’s heart palpitates as his hazy eyes watch how he easily places it over his dick and coats it with more lube before he tosses, nonchalantly, the bottle back into the mattress.
He kneels between Shouto’s legs and squeezes the calf of the leg he still has perched over his shoulders as he whispers, “Ready?”
“Yeah,” he breathes.
Katsuki nods and places the tip over Shouto’s entrance before he slowly starts to push in. He stops as soon as Shouto gasps, red eyes fixed on his face as he waits for the other man to give him the go. Once Shouto does, he keeps pushing slowly, stopping as soon as he feels that Shouto needs a break. When at last he feels Katsuki’s hips against his ass cheeks, bottoming him out, he lets out a puff of air, trying to get used to having him inside. He waits ten seconds before he tries to roll his hips, just to give it a try. Katsuki stays still, only squeezing his calf and gritting his teeth, waiting.
“Ok, go slow.”
Katsuki does. He pulls out a bit before he pushes back. He does so several times until Shouto feels comfortable enough to tell him that it’s okay, then he pulls almost all the way out before he slams right back. Shouto yelps, but the sting of pain is subdued with the pleasure wave that runs through him.
“More, again!” He pleads, and he gets what he wanted. The man slams back into him over and over, but Shouto knows he can do it better, so he teases him. “Thought you said I wouldn’t be able to walk straight?”
Katsuki grunts and increases his pace as he hisses, “You’re such a little shit, halfie. Here I was, being considerate, only for you to dare to taunt me. Tsk, I told ya, don’t come later crying to me, got it? You want it rough? I’m gonna give it to you.”
He pounds into Shouto with such strength the whole bed shakes. Shouto cries half in pain, half in pleasure. He wants it again. And again, and again. He likes it. No. He loves it.
“YES! C’mon, Kats, again!”
The blond chuckles but keeps the insane rhythm as he takes his mouth in a kiss that is all teeth and spit. Shouto tries to touch him but realizes he can’t, since his hands are still bound. He tries to pass them over his head, to trap Katsuki in a permanent kiss, but the blond is quick to press his arms back into the mattress.
“Tsk, sneaky little halfie. You thought I wouldn’t notice, uh?” He bites down on his collarbones before he draws back and digs his fingers into the meat of his sides. Then he thrusts deeper and harsher.
Both are panting, and Shouto can see the droplets of sweat falling down the blond’s temples, as well as his hair plastered over his forehead. Shouto’s nerves are haywire, or so he thought, until Katsuki finds and then starts to nail his prostate. Shouto becomes a mess under him, begging him to let him come as he can feel the heat on his stomach, demanding to be released. His thighs burn, and he can feel tears falling down his face as he keeps begging brokenly for Katsuki to touch him.
“No.”
He whines. He thought the blond was attentive? Lies. He’s a fucking monster. Katsuki smirks as he keeps pushing in deep thrusts that shake him to the core and the bed itself. The thump-thump of his heart, Katsuki’s hips against his ass, and the headboard over the wall, all three are in perfect sync.
Shouto’s toes curl, and his hands flail around, trying to grasp something, anything that will help him.
“Please, Katsuki! Please, I-I-I can’t take it anymore. PLEASE!”
The blond’s hips increase even more in speed. It feels as if the headboard is going to make a hole in the wall. Shouto’s blood is like lava, his lungs are burning too, but it’s nothing compared to his skin, especially everywhere where his body is connected with Katsuki. Said man, bends over and bites his ear playfully before he orders him, “Come for me, halfie.” In such a sultry voice, Shouto can do nothing except do as he's been told to do.
His back arches so much he can hear a crack, and his chest collides against Katsuki's sticky one. He shivers. His throat feels sore and raw. He vaguely guesses he must be screaming, but he can’t hear it because the buzzing of his blood and the echo of Katsuki’s words are everything his brain can process. His vision starts to blur, its edges blackening.
The last thing he sees is the smirk on Katsuki's face as well as those beautiful red eyes staring at him fixedly, proud and amused.
Shouto rubs his face into a fluffy pillow. He groans a little as his neck is sore. Squeezing his eyes, he realizes it’s too bright. He flutters his eyes open and, instead of his so-called stylish black wall and its paired night table and digital clock, he sees a dark wooden wall, and a wrinkled jacket tossed sloppily on the floor. He frowns. He recognizes the jacket, it’s his… but not the wall.
He tries to move and his back protests, especially his lower back. He winces as his ass touches the mattress. He stares at the ceiling and gets hit with the memories of last night at the familiar sight. Oh.
He sits up and grunts. It turns out not to be such a good idea as his whole body protests.
Slowly, he looks around and sees that he’s all alone. He's on the left side of the bed, the farthest from the door, which is ajar. From it, he can smell something delicious and hear some faint rock music.
His stomach growls. He slowly gives it a try at what normal people call walking, and curses when his legs wobble under his weight. Ok, this is ridiculous. Yeah, he got dicked down last night -and it was good, excellent even- but c’mon, it’s been hours, he should be more composed than this.
He shivers as he recalls all the details his foggy mind gives him. His mouth waters as he vaguely remembers the lazy kisses they shared before they fell asleep, while he was still groggy from… passing out. Oh God. He passed out. His orgasm was so good that he fainted. He blushes, embarrassed. That had never, ever, happened to him. He usually only needs a couple of minutes at most to recover, if he needs any time at all.
He stares at his wrinkled clothes on the floor and frowns. He doesn’t want to wear them since they are so stiff and he’s so sore. Sighing, he guesses it’s this or nothing, so he slowly gets dressed back into them.
His tie mocks him and his cheeks heat as his wrists palpitate. He looks down at them and realizes they are slightly red, but nothing too obvious. He won’t ever be able to wear a tie and see it the same way. Gulping, he hides it in the pocket of his jacket before he dares to venture outside of Katsuki’s bedroom.
He finds the man in the small kitchen, headbanging to the rock music he has playing on a small wireless speaker. He’s only wearing low-waist sweatpants, and his back is turned to Shouto. His mouth dries as he sees the black tattoo that he couldn’t see so well last night. He was right, it is a dragon and it follows all the way down to his lower back. Shouto also notices the angry, red scratches all over the man's shoulders. How? He wonders. He had his hands tied, right? Well… not all night, but still. Then again, he has seen the marks the other man has left behind on his body, the purplish fingertips on his sides, and the bites. Dozens of perfect half moons all over his torso and legs.
He swallows as he hesitantly approaches him and softly knocks on the kitchen counter to make his presence known.
Katsuki turns around with a smirk and a spatula in his hand.
“Well, if it ain’t Sleeping Beauty! Finally decided to join the rest of us, mere mortals?”
Shouto blushes. So much for wishing the man wouldn’t taunt him for fainting. “Uh, yes. Thank you so much for letting me stay last night and for not waking me up. I’m sorry if I have been a bother.”
Katsuki chuckles before he turns around and keeps cooking. Shouto’s stomach turns. Well, he guesses this is it. It was nice while it lasted. He’s ready to turn around and leave when Katsuki pipes, “Second cabinet on your left has the dishes. Hand me two, will you?”
Shouto blinks in perplexity, but leaves his jacket over the table and does as the man has asked him.
He curiously watches what Katsuki is cooking as he hands him the dishes. Eggs and bacon. He realizes that either the man eats for a small army, or he has done an extra serving for Shouto. That idea makes him feel giddy... no one has cooked for him in what feels like forever.
Katsuki adeptly serves the dishes before he makes his way to the table, carrying both of them. He kicks a chair away before he sits on it. Glancing over his shoulder, he tells Shouto, “There’s some coffee on your right and I’ve some juice in the fridge. Glasses are on the cabinet next to the dishes.”
Shouto automatically goes for the coffee and sees, amused, that there’s an empty mug prepared next to it. He takes it and sees that it has a pattern of skulls. His mouth curves up. It’s something cute rather than anything else. He pours coffee until it hits the edge, and before he can ask, Katsuki is there, body gently pressed against his. Shouto’s hand tightly grabs the mug, careful not to spill its contents.
Katsuki whispers against his ear, “Sugar's here, and milk's in the fridge.”
Shouto swallows and turns his head a little until their noses touch. “Thanks,” he mumbles. Katsuki doesn’t move away, his eyes staring intently at Shouto’s.
His heart goes crazy inside his ribcage. He’s afraid he might have a stroke as Katsuki turns around and goes back to his breakfast. Shouto’s shoulders fall, slightly disappointed, and he lets out a puff of air he didn’t even realize he was holding as he eyes the other man, who’s simply eating as if nothing had just happened. Alright, two can play that game.
He moves to the table and sits down in front of Katsuki. Taking a sip of his coffee, he realizes he forgot to add the sugar. Since he has no intention of moving, he mans up and downs it all in one take. He tries not to grimace, or at least not make it too obvious, but the soft chuckle he hears tells him he has failed.
The eggs are good and the bacon is perfectly crispy. He lets the man know, and the only answer he receives is an eyeroll and a grumpy, “it's just some fucking eggs, not a piece of art.”
Shouto’s shoulders slump. He guesses Katsuki is right. He quietly eats it all and mumbles a quick thanks before he starts to put on his jacket.
“Well, thank you for last night and breakfast. I guess I should leave. You probably have tons of things to do. I don't want to be a bother.”
Katsuki’s jaw clenches. Shouto can see the man is torn, trying to say something. He doesn’t. He waves Shouto a quick goodbye, without even looking at him and keeps up with his breakfast.
Shouto’s mood plummets. He’s an idiot, isn’t he? What was he expecting? This is how one-night stands work. They are not dating. Katsuki doesn’t care about him, he’s just a stranger he found at a bar and brought home to have some fun.
He can feel the now so familiar sting in his eyes and the pain in his heart, so he bolts. He runs down the stairs and quickly makes his way through the garage, towards the side door they used last night. As soon as he’s on the street, he realizes he has no idea where he is. Cursing, he takes his phone and… what? What is he supposed to do? Call his father to send a car? He smiles wickedly at the idea. His fingers hover over his father’s contact, but he finally sighs and starts to walk down the road. It’s no good. If he calls his father, he might feel a sense of satisfaction in messing with his old man today, but tomorrow he’ll have to face the consequences and endure a couple of hours of yelling, being told what a disgrace he is. Or worse… one never knows how his father might react.
He runs his hands through his hair, trying to comb it, since he has no idea how he must look. Probably as shitty as he feels.
He’s halfway down the street when he hears the familiar engine of Katsuki’s car approaching him. The car slows down until it’s parallel to Shouto.
“Oi, need a ride?”
Shouto wants to spit 'pass', but he considers it. He knows he’s already late to work, but since he’s the boss’s son, he has that kind of privilege, and he has no idea where he is. He didn’t pay that much attention last night; he has an idea, but it's not good enough. Sighing, he relents and accepts.
He mumbles the address of a coffee shop near his apartment, afraid that the security of his building or one of his neighbors might see him and run around, gossiping, until it reaches his father’s ears. He's still not over the lecture the man gave him last afternoon, the real reason why Shouto ended up in that seedy bar.
He was heartbroken. Three years in a relationship he thought was it, only to find out he had been cheated constantly. But, the worst part was that for a year or so, his ex had found someone steady to cheat him with. No longer a string of strangers, but someone he was building a relationship along with theirs... and a more meaningful one.
He sniffs and quickly rubs his eyes as he stares fixedly out of the window.
Katsuki coughs awkwardly. “I didn’t intend to kick you out or anything, alright?”
Shouto frowns but nods. “Thanks.”
“Whatever.”
His phone rings. It’s his father. Great, his day has just started, and it’s already going wonderfully. He picks it up, and doesn’t need to approach the device to his ear as his father’s voice can easily be heard from here to Jupiter.
“SHOUTOOOOO! Where are you? You are such a disgraceful son. What a pathetic excuse of a man you are. I’ve called your home the whole morning, and then your building’s security, and they told me you haven’t been home since yesterday morning. Are you with him? ARE YOU THAT STUPID? AFTER ALL-!”
He hangs up and turns it off.
He sets his jaw and stares ahead, stiffly.
“I hope you fucking punch him asap.”
Shouto’s head snaps to Katsuki, and he sees the man gripping the wheel tightly.
Shouto laughs. He laughs so hard he cries. He even has to hold his stomach because he can’t control it. Wiping away his tears, he shakes his head as he keeps chuckling from time to time.
“I once did,” he confesses once he has calmed down a bit.
“Did it feel good?” Katsuki asks, amused.
Shouto’s happiness disappears. “No. It did when I punched him, but three seconds later, when he opened a hole in the wall with my head, it took away all the good feelings, you know?”
Katsuki hits the brakes. “What?”
Shouto shrugs and bitterly explains. “I broke the rules, I had to face the music.”
“Why the fuck are you still talking with him?”
Shouto looks at the blond man. “I work for him. I have no other place to go, no one else to turn to.”
Katsuki’s mouth opens, like in his kitchen, he seems about to say something, before he clenches his teeth and thinks it twice. A car honks behind them. Katsuki flips him off before he starts to drive again.
Shouto doesn’t add anything else. The rest of the drive is silent. When they get to the coffee shop, Katsuki’s frown deepens as he stares at him. “That’s not your place.”
Shouto negates with his head. “No, it’s not, but if you drove me there then... Trust me, you don’t want that. He would find out, and then— No, I’ve abused your hospitality enough. Goodbye, Katsuki, thank you for the ride, breakfast, and last night. You kept your word. Even if it was for just some hours, you made me forget.”
He hesitates before he leans over and kisses the man one last time. It’s a simple peck, but it’s enough to make his body go crazy. Unfortunately, as Katsuki’s mouth opens, he knows he has already tempted his luck enough, so he slides out of the car and starts to walk towards his building without looking back, even if every step makes his heart throb in pain imagining what could have happened if only...