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“Kitty Kaaaat!“
No matter how often Katsuki heard this nickname, even from his boyfriend's mouth, he would never be happy with it. It was just awful, and he was the best at giving nicknames, so he knew exactly what was good and what wasn't. He would rather be called ‘Honey,’ ‘Darling,’ or ‘Babe’ by Eijirou.
But Eijirou was convinced that he resembled a damn cat, which is why he took on Mina's nickname. Despite everything, it was still better than being portrayed as an aggressive and cute Pomeranian. Stupid Cheeks.
Strong arms and a warm body pressed against his. Pulled him into an embrace he had been missing for a week. Fully enveloped, Katsuki finally felt at home once again. Soft lips brushed his, leaving a tingling sensation until Eijirou sealed his mouth with his and freed him from the abstinence of this stupid mission.
Katsuki could never get enough of it. Not the soft gaze, the deep voices, the caring words, or even when Eijirou did silly things to make him laugh. And damn it, he succeeded far too often.
“Hey,” Katsuki whispered into the kiss and relaxed in the other's arms. “Did you kick their ass?”
“Mhm,” Eijirou hummed satisfactorily, running his fingers through his short hair and looking at him peacefully. “And the agency hasn't been sued yet?”
“Fuck off!” Katsuki growled, pushing him back slightly without letting go of his shirt.
A bright, loud laugh immediately greeted him, causing his heart to skip a beat before returning to its normal rhythm. Just because he had caused some property damage at Endeavor's agency in the past and the insurance company was less than happy about it, that didn't mean it was still the case today. Especially not when they were together.
Before Katsuki could give him a piece of his mind, Eijirou escaped from his grip and ran toward his car with his arms spread wide. Katsuki blinked and was confused when he saw no one else standing near the car. Why the heck—
His eyes widened when his boyfriend lay down on the hood and appeared to be hugging his car.
“What the fuck are ya doing?”
“Greeting Lady,” Eijiro replied immediately, pressing his face against the cold, black metal.
Lady? Had he just given his car a damn name?
“Wha-What are you fucking talking about, Shitty Hair? Didn't the air up there in Hokkaido do you any good?” Katsuki asked, frowning as he moved toward Eijirou.
“No?” he replied, confused, making no move to let go of his car.
“Then what are you talking about?”
“Still greeting the Lady?” Eijirou replied stupidly, squinting at him.
“Oh my gosh,” Katsuki muttered and sighed heavily. “You're giving it a name. A damn name. You don't do that. Nobody does that.”
“Yes, they do!” Eijirou exclaimed, pointing his finger at him. “You give nicknames. Why shouldn't I be allowed to?” he pouted.
Katsuki blinked. He opened his mouth, but not a single sound came out.
Was he fucking serious?
“That's completely different, Eiji! I interact with the idiots!” And besides, he's never been good at remembering names. His boyfriend knew that from the start.
“And we interact with the car too! We drive her everywhere, praise her, and pat her. Of course she deserves a name, and that name is Lady,” Eijirou listed a few things, driving him more and more into a rage.
Wherever or whoever Eijirou got such stupid ideas from needed to be wiped out. And he would personally see to it.
“Get in before I forget you here,” Katsuki muttered after a long pause and threw open the door. He started the engine immediately without waiting for the other to get in. However, when the other analyzed the situation and realized that Katsuki was really going to drive off without him, he darted to the passenger side and got in. As if he were leaving without Eijirou.
“You have no idea how hungry I am.” Eijirou immediately filled the silence without really paying attention to him. It seemed as if he had forgotten the situation from just a moment ago. But that was just the way he was, and besides, the subject wouldn’t come up again.
They drove through Tokyo’s busy traffic, sometimes having to stop at a red light, but that didn’t bother Katsuki as much as it usually did. Maybe it was because he wasn’t alone. His boyfriend made the time go by faster by telling him about his stay in Hokkaido.
He neither nodded nor responded to any of Eijirou’s comments. He listened, shifted gears up or down as needed, and kept his eyes on the road. The corners of his mouth twitched every now and then as Eijirou raved about a hero.
Whereas the drive had usually pissed him off to no end because there were so many idiots on the road, he now seemed completely relaxed and content, especially when they finally arrived at the apartment’s parking garage. He backed into a spot, and turned off the car.
Even as they walked to the elevator and rode to the top floor, Eijirou didn’t stop talking for a single moment. It seemed as though he had to get everything off his chest, as though Katsuki needed to know every single detail. It almost seemed as though he didn’t even take a breath.
He grinned as he used his key card to open the door, stepped into their shared apartment, and waited for his boyfriend to come in and close the door.
The door clicked shut, and Eijirou turned around. “And then—”
Katsuki interrupted him with a brief, gentle kiss. With a twinkle in his eyes, he watched contentedly as Eijirou’s cheeks flushed and he looked at him with love and affection. Just the way he always looked at him, and yet Katsuki never grew tired of it. On the contrary, he couldn’t get enough of it. Not as long as he was loved by the kindest, most beautiful, and strongest person in the world.
“Come here,” the great hero murmured happily, and before Katsuki could say anything, he pulled him toward him by his shirt and sealed his lips this time.
He sighed, wrapped both arms around his neck, and ran his fingers through his gorgeous red hair as he slowly returned the kiss. He took his time, wanting to fully savor the tenderness poured into the kiss. Although he had missed him terribly, this quiet intimacy was more than enough for him. Because he was home again. Finally home. His mere presence stifled the longing just as quickly as it had sprung up.
Large hands stroked his back, pressing against him and sometimes clutching at his shirt. It made him feel as if Eijirou needed to convince himself that he was finally back in his arms again. So Katsuki pressed himself tightly against his body. Chest to chest.
And when their tongues touched, a loud, unmistakable growl echoed through the room.
Both froze, and then Katsuki burst out laughing, breaking the kiss for good, while the other rested his head against Katsuki’s shoulder and whimpered softly. Katsuki narrowed his eyes briefly, then opened them again and looked at Eijirou. He could see his red ears, and his grin grew cheekier.
“Be glad the food’s almost ready,” he said, grinning at Eijirou instead of teasing him, then walked down the hallway toward the open kitchen. It opened directly onto the large living room, whose breathtaking view was perfect for watching the sunset.
He turned on the stove, and a few seconds later he heard Eijirou’s footsteps approaching and felt his warmth wash over him. It didn’t take a word for his boyfriend to take care of the rice. Although he was a terrible cook, he helped him with other things, and they worked together like two perfectly interlocking gears. In perfect sync.
Katsuki grinned smugly. Only the typical sounds of cooking broke the silence as they quietly prepared lunch. Afterward, they sat together at the table, ate their meal, and talked about the week they’d spent apart. The conversation picked up right where Eijirou had been interrupted when he entered the apartment.
How much Katsuki had missed this routine with Eijirou.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•
“C'mon Katsukiiii~” Eijirou whined, drawing out the ‘i’ but Katsuki just looked at him without batting an eye. Even when his boyfriend put on his best puppy dog eyes and tried to snuggle up to him, Katsuki took a step to the side.
“I said no.”
“I was allowed to drive her before,” he whined.
“But only because 1. I had a broken leg and 2. You hadn’t given my car a stupid name yet,” Katsuki listed, tucking the car keys into his pocket. He ignored the fact that his car was being referred to as ‘she’. “The name isn’t stupid,” Eijirou defended, pouting as he did so.
Katsuki just let out a “Tch,” opened the door, and walked out. “Either you come with me driving, or I’ll leave you here,” he told his boyfriend, giving him a choice, and then continued toward the elevator.
Not even a few seconds later, hurried footsteps could be heard, the door closed, and suddenly he was standing behind the other hero as they waited for the elevator.
“You wouldn’t have driven off without me anyway,” Eijirou grinned cheerfully.
“That’s why you slept over at Mina’s three years ago,” Katsuki replied dryly and stepped out of the elevator as it arrived in the underground parking garage.
He glanced to the side and smiled when he saw his cute pout. As they approached his Porsche, he pressed the button and unlocked the car. His gaze darted to Eijirou and he saw his eyes light up with excitement.
“Hug it and you’ll sleep on the couch,” Katsuki threatened him, and immediately his shoulders slumped, but the smile remained.
“Good thing I still have you,” he laughed, and before Katsuki could push him away, Eijirou made two big steps and pulled him close. He even lifted him slightly into the air, spun him around, and pressed his face against Katsuki’s neck.
“Oi!” Katsuki called out, clutching his forearm. He wasn’t a little kid anymore, was he?! If anything, Eijirou was the biggest kid of the whole group. But that was exactly why he loved him. He ignored the heat rising to his face.
Shortly after, he was set down again, got a kiss on the cheek from Eijirou, and couldn’t help but smile. What a himbo.
“Can I drive back?”
“No,” Katsuki replied without hesitation and got into the car.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•
Once a month, the Bakusquad got together, and this time it was Denki’s turn to be the host, at the apartment he shared with Shinsou. It had become a little tradition over the years. They always took turns. Last time, the gathering was at Katsuki and Eijirou’s place. They still had to decide where to meet next time that evening.
“You’re mean, Kacchan. The name’s cool, after all!” Denki defended his friend, grinning from ear to ear.
Katsuki shot his boyfriend an angry look, only to shoot the other a deadly glare moments later.
“As if I care what you think about it,” Katsuki grumbled, leaning back on the red cushion.
“We know you love us, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.”
In response, Katsuki just gave him the middle finger and turned his attention back to the movie that was playing. It was some romantic movie that Mina and Denki had been dying to see. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but when he saw how excited his partner was, he couldn’t say no.
If his past self saw this, he’d either blow him up or disown him. He really had been an insecure jerk back then, but his time at UA and with the others had done him good. And if he was honest… even if he could turn back time, he wouldn’t change a thing. Except maybe that he wouldn’t bully Izuku.
He touched Eijirou's fingers, and Eijirou automatically opened his hands and intertwined their fingers. Katsuki could only smile gently at that. He was soft, and that was okay as long as Eijirou was around him.
“Aaaaaaaw,” Katsuki heard two voices exclaim, and shortly after, there was a “click.”
He growled. “Run!” he shouted at Denki, leaping to his feet with a wild scream and a maniacal grin. His friend let out a high-pitched scream, clutched the cell phone as if it were a treasure, and ran away from him.
“HELP ME!” But all he got was laughter from the onlookers.
“You knew full well that this would be your death sentence,” Sero replied rather dryly.
“Honey?” Denki gasped, just managing to dodge Katsuki’s hands.
“I agree with Sero,” Shinsou replied with a shrug.
“DIE!” Katsuki shouted, hurling himself toward Denki with a small explosion and knocking him off his feet. He snatched the phone from his hand while pinning him to the ground with his shin, taking away any chance he had to break free. Without thinking twice, he entered Shinsou’s birthday as the passcode and unlocked the device. Idiot. Pikachu was way too simple-minded. Instead of his picture appearing, the chat history with Eijirou popped up. Two gray checkmarks appeared below the picture.
Denki had already sent it, but not to the group chat, just to Eijirou. Katsuki frowned, looking past the screen at his friend’s red face as the latter tried to squirm. He felt the slaps on his muscular leg as nothing more than a tickle.
“Mm…,” he grunted, left the chat, and then searched for the photo in his files. It was the first one to appear, and he immediately selected it. With his thumb, he tapped the trash can icon and then confirmed the deletion.
Without saying a word, he simply dropped it on his nose, eliciting a loud scream.
“That hurt,” Denki whined dramatically.
When Katsuki stood up, he rolled to the side, grabbed his phone, and immediately realized what Katsuki had done.
“How do you know my passcode, Blasty?”
“You’re stupid,” Katsuki simply replied, without revealing how he’d figured out the code. Immediately, Denki stuck his tongue out at him and started tapping frantically on his phone. He was probably going to enter the code in a different order now. It wouldn’t surprise him, at least.
Then he returned to the beanbag, flopped down on it, and snorted softly. Without thinking about it, he sought out Eijirou’s presence, slid a little closer to him, and rested his head on his shoulder.
For a moment, it was pleasantly quiet; he ignored the last few minutes of the movie while, very quietly in the background, Denki complained to Shinsou that his privacy had been violated and he had to change his code.
His grin turned into a smile as his fingers found his boyfriend’s and intertwined with them. He felt the firm grip and hummed softly in contentment.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•
“What do you think of Manly Mobile?” Eijirou grinned at him with such anticipation, as if he’d received the best gift of his life. After Katsuki, that is.
What?
“What?” Katsuki blinked in confusion as he took off his hero suit.
“For our car,” Eijirou corrected him.
“My car,” Katsuki corrected.
“I actually think that sounds even better than ‘Lady.’”
Instead of answering, Katsuki just grunted, took his pants and shirt out of the locker, and slammed it shut harder than usual.
“Oh, come on. You can’t think every name is crap!” his boyfriend pouted, batting his eyes. As if that could convince Katsuki.
“It’s just a damn object, not a living thing,” Katsuki replied, pulling up his white sweatpants and pulling the dark shirt over his head. Unlike him, Eijirou was taking his sweet time. As if he wanted to challenge Katsuki to tell him to hurry up.
“Hurry up!” Katsuki muttered, leaning against the locker without taking his eyes off his boyfriend. His gaze wandered over the well-toned body. Every inch was covered in muscle, tanned so that the light-colored scar tissue was clearly visible. And damn it, he could never get enough of the sight.
“Do you like what you see?” Eijirou whispered hoarsely. He raised an eyebrow and licked his lips lasciviously, even taking a step closer while still wearing nothing but boxer shorts.
That question went unanswered. Katsuki’s reaction alone was enough of an answer as he also closed the distance, lifted his hand, and ran it through his red mane. He clenched a handful of hair and pulled him down toward him. His breath brushed against the other’s lips, his heart beating joyfully up and down. He felt the tingling and the anticipation between them, sensed how tense the atmosphere was becoming. And he’d be lying if he denied that he was eager to fuck Eijirou this time.
His eyes closed slightly as he took a deep breath, inhaling his partner’s sweat and earthy scent. “I’d love to fuck you here again,” he growled hungrily, brushing his nose against the smooth, warm skin.
It wouldn’t be the first time they’d fuck there, and it wouldn’t be the last either. The thrill of getting caught was way too intense, the sexual rush way too good, and damn… Katsuki didn’t even know if it would bother him if someone caught them.
Eijirou wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s small waist, pulling him closer to his warm body and eliciting a soft sigh from Katsuki. “Maybe?” he murmured, planting tiny kisses on Katsuki’s neck and even nibbling gently on his skin. “So are you going to call our car—”
It was as if Eijirou had poured a bucket of ice-cold water over Katsuki. He looked at his boyfriend in irritation, took a step back, and pulled away from him. “Fuck you,” he cursed, feeling offended. How dare he take advantage of this situation like that?
“You can walk home,” he growled, snatched his bag, and turned around. As he did, he slung the bag over his shoulder, leaving the hero speechless.
“S–Stop! Katsuki! Hey. I’m sorry!” he heard Eijirou call out until the door slammed shut and his voice could only be heard faintly from inside the locker room.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•
The metallic taste on his tongue seemed unwilling to disappear, just like the bruises and scratches on his and Eijirou's bodies. The bandage on his right cheek tugged every time he chewed on his cheek to suppress something, or when he turned too quickly, he felt the bandage around his stomach tighten. On top of that, he had two cracked ribs. Not to mention the deep cuts on his right forearm. Damn claw guy. Watched too much Edward Scissorhands.
Thankfully, Eijirou had had only some minor scrapes and bruises thanks to his Hardening. But that was just part of a hero’s daily life, and it didn’t bother him one bit. The only thing he could do without was the pain the next day.
“You’re okay?” he asked, pulling down the black T-shirt without taking his eyes off Eijirou.
“Yep,” he flashed a smile and gave a thumbs-up. Even though his eyes looked a little tired, he continued to radiate positivity and reached for his bag. Katsuki furrowed his brow, looked at the band-aid on his nose, and then shrugged. He really did seem okay.
It was well past midnight when they left the agency building, freshly bandaged, and headed toward his car. They had actually already been on their way home when the villain showed up and ruined their evening. But what wouldn’t you do to arrest idiots like that?
“There you are!” Eijirou suddenly shouted, rushing forward toward the black car. He dropped his bag as he threw himself onto the hood.
“Idiot,” Katsuki muttered, shaking his head. His boyfriend had made it his mission to annoy him like this. Not even the “no sex” rule Katsuki had imposed on him after the fact could stop the big guy from calling his car the “Manly Mobile.”
And they really hadn’t had sex in a week. He only allowed kissing and cuddling in bed. Nothing more. And it was annoying. And he was slowly reaching his limit, but so was Eijirou. He could see and feel it. Eijirou was getting bolder with his touches. His fingers wandered deeper and deeper while they cuddled. The kissing became sloppier and wilder.
Damn, just this morning he’d woken up and heard Eijirou panting in his ear and the sound of him jerking off. And then, his name being moaned. A few seconds later, he had gotten up and gone into the bathroom. Katsuki stayed in bed, kept his eyes closed, and pretended he was asleep. A little later, his boyfriend came back and snuggled up against him. He put an arm around his waist, and luckily, his hand stayed high enough that he didn’t notice his hard cock.
The scene Eijirou was presenting to him right now made his desire for sex flare up again, just like it had that morning. He was lying flat on the hood, arms stretched out to the right and left, and his gorgeous, well-defined ass was on full display. His mouth watered, and he felt that telltale throbbing down below.
He would stay firm. No matter how much he liked it. No matter how much he missed having sex with his boyfriend, he wouldn’t…
Katsuki didn’t know what had triggered it. The sway of that seductive behind? The soft moan? The abstinence? All of it together?
In any case, he couldn’t explain what had happened in the last two seconds. One second he was standing under the light of the lantern, and the next he was pressing his body against Eijirou and biting his neck. He heard the surprised gasp, pressed his concealed erection against the round butt, and grinned.
“If you’re too loud, I’ll never fuck you on the car again. Got it?” Katsuki growled against his skin. He was so close to the other hero that he could hear him swallow. “Use your words,” he continued, as Eijirou still hadn’t said a word.
“Ye–Yes.” He could hear the tremor in his voice and grinned.
Without hesitation, he pulled down his pants and boxers with one hand. “I heard you, you know?” Katsuki said, delivering a few more bites. “This morning. Pretty mean of you, don’t you think?”
He felt Eijirou tense up and squirm slightly beneath him. His ass rubbed against his covered crotch, making his cock grow harder. Whether on purpose or not, his patience was hanging by a thread. The urge to fuck Eijirou’s ass was growing rapidly.
“How do you want it? Hard and fast?” he asked. He wanted to make sure he was going about it the right way.
“Oh fuck, yes, Kats. Please,” Eijirou confirmed, clenching his ass.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Katsuki slipped two fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking them while making gentle thrusting motions against his buttocks. Once he was sure his fingers were wet enough, he pulled back and spread his cheeks. A small, wrinkled, and beautiful hole came into view. He licked his lips and slowly pushed a wet finger inside the hole.
Eijirou let out a whimper and practically sucked the finger into his hole. Katsuki grinned, watching with fascination as he was enveloped by the tight warmth. After a few quick in-and-out movements, he immediately added a second finger, knowing full well that Eijirou could handle it. The whimpering and gasping alone told him he was on the right track, that Eijirou was more than ready for it to get rougher.
His fingers moved back and forth quickly, sliding more easily through the anus thanks to his saliva, which spread it further. He bent them slightly, spreading them like scissors to stretch him open. He absorbed Eijirou’s sounds like a man possessed, craving to hear even more, even though he had forbidden him to be loud. But both of them knew they wouldn’t stay quiet. Especially when Katsuki was allowed to fuck him. He loved the rough, loud moaning.
“In. Please, Katsuki. Give me your cock. I—I—can’t wait any longer,” Eijirou whined, pressing himself against the fingers, wiggling his ass, and glancing at him over his shoulder.
His eyes were just as clouded and drenched in lust as his own. Who was Katsuki to deny him this desire?
“You have no idea what you’re saying,” Katsuki growled, licking his lips greedily. His finger movements slowed until he finally pulled out and fumbled with his pants. In that moment, he noticed Eijirou turn around on the car, lift a leg, and show his hole glistening with spit, nearly making Katsuki come.
“Cheeky boy,” Katsuki growled in response, squeezing between his legs and replacing the hand with his own. He gripped his cock, stroking it gently and spreading some pre-cum. Just to be on the safe side for his partner. Even though he preferred to be treated more roughly, he knew things were a little different with Eijirou.
“Ready?” Katsuki asked, guiding his cock to Eijirou’s asshole, positioning the tip, and looking into his black eyes. Because of the darkness and the light he was blocking with his body, not even the red ring was visible anymore.
“Ready,” Eijirou confirmed, and then Katsuki pushed himself in over the edge into the wet, tight space.
Both of them let out a moan at the same time. Inch by inch, Katsuki pushed forward, forcing his way through the heat and suppressing the urge to go at it fast and hard right away. He paused when he was all the way in and his lower body was flush against Eijirou’s. Then he pulled back halfway, groaned, and pushed forward again. Each time he went faster, his grip on Eijirou’s thigh tightening.
“Fuck. You’re sooo… aaah tight, Ei,” Katsuki’s voice trembled. It took his breath away because it felt like the first time he’d fucked his partner. And that wasn’t true. It had just been a while. Again and again, Katsuki thrust, enjoying the tight sensation around his cock, even though a whimper escaped him now and then.
“You’re doing this—Ahhh—perfectly, Kats,” his boyfriend moaned, digging his fingers into his hair.
He opened his eyes, looked into the satisfied face contorted with pleasure, and thrust harder.
“Such a good boy for me,” Eijirou purred, making Katsuki stutter. His already warm face suddenly felt hotter than his explosions. It wasn’t anything new for Eijirou to praise him. But at this moment? When he was the one fucking him? He’d never done that before, and it felt good. So incredibly good, and at the same time, it threw him off balance.
“Don't stop, Katsuki,” Eijirou grinned contentedly and pressed himself provocatively against him.
Katsuki sank completely back into the scorching heat, feeling crushed by the walls and yet as if he were in heaven. “Be quiet.” His voice almost broke, and he could barely stay on his feet. He felt the trembling, felt the sweat running down his face.
He had to be aware that he was driving him crazy this way, almost making him come. Their eyes met. And Eijirou grinned at him so cheekily that, without thinking, he pulled his shirt up and stuffed it into his mouth. Only the grin grew more intense, driving him half-crazy with the tightness around his cock.
His thrusts grew more uncontrolled, varying in intensity, and suddenly his boyfriend flinched. He tensed up and whimpered.
“Fuck yeah…,” Katsuki murmured cheekily this time and thrust against the prostate again, eliciting muffled sounds from him. With every new thrust, he aimed for that sensitive spot and hit it. Whether out of revenge or pleasure. It felt right, even though it was getting tight, and he loved fucking that tight hole.
“Nhng,” he heard, and felt Eijirou’s anus flutter around him, his leg cramping up, and his toes curling. The loud slapping of skin against skin echoed in the darkness.
He was almost there, and if it were up to Katsuki, he could have kept fucking him on the car for hours more. Make him come on his cock a dozen times without giving him a break. But he could feel the adrenaline fading, even though the dopamine from the sex was urging him to keep going. It couldn’t go on like this forever, so he picked up the pace, delivering short, precise thrusts.
Katsuki focused solely on his boyfriend’s face, soaking up every emotion, and felt the grip around his cock tightening.
“Almo–most, ” Eijirou groaned, and suddenly he arched his back. His insides clenched around Katsuki’s cock; he arched his back and gave Katsuki one of the most beautiful sights of his life. His open mouth; his gorgeous muscles glistening with sweat; his rolled-back eyes. Perfect, and meant only for his eyes.
“Shit,” Katsuki growled, slowing down, barely able to move because of the almost painful but pleasurable tightness. His breath caught in his throat, and when it stopped completely, the pressure exploded in his lower abdomen without warning, and his vision was filled with white stars.
As Eijirou ejaculated onto his own stomach, Katsuki also came silently inside his ass, filling him up. The tension in their bodies eased very slowly, and only then did Katsuki feel something hard and burning beneath his hand. He blinked and noticed Hardening on his thigh, immediately staring at his partner in horror, but the latter just grinned cheekily.
“Everything’s fine,” he said, once he’d stopped biting at the shirt. He relaxed, and his Quirk faded. “It just got a little heated because you lost control,” he teased Katsuki gently, and Katsuki sighed with relief. The high from his orgasm had faded far too quickly at the thought of having hurt him unexpectedly.
“Good.”
There was a pause, and without warning, Katsuki let go of his thigh and leaned forward. Eijirou stretched out his arms and simply let him rest on him, despite the fact that his entire upper body was covered in cum, but the two of them were already a bit of a mess anyway. Katsuki nestled against his neck and enjoyed the gentle up-and-down movement of Eijirou’s chest.
“Manly Mobile did a good job, didn’t they?” Eijirou finally broke the silence, then let out a loud cry as Katsuki bit down hard on his neck without hesitation.
Apart from a growl, Katsuki made no other sound, and so the two of them remained like that for a while before they pulled themselves together, cleaned up, and headed home.
With Manly Mobile.