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Aoyama opens the front door with a sense of finality. The nervous energy that’d been stirring within his body all day coming to settle somewhere between the gem gleaming within his belly button and his heart that won’t stop fluttering from where it’s trapped within his chest. This is fine, why wouldn’t it be? So what if this is the first time his boyfriend of a year is coming over to see his place and so what if his parents also happen to be out of town, it’s not like it’s a big deal
Purple eyes skim over the other boy's body as he steps to the side, attempting to hold the carved wooden door open. Katsuki looks at him, thin arms struggling with the heft of the door and lets out a small ‘tch’ for the trouble. The muscle in his jaw twitches with the sound, the motion a familiar one as an impressive bicep comes to rest beside his face. “Lets just go inside” that rough voice says as he takes the strain of the door from Aoyama’s more frail body with ease. He doesn’t try to argue, just gives a small placating smile, pressing up on his tip toes to brush a faint kiss against Bakugo's cheek in thanks as he slipped past him, beneath the doorframe into the house. It spreads a soft pink across the other boy's face and his chest flutters, releasing a little of that nervous energy as it does so
They have the large place all to themselves for the entire week. The door echoes when it shuts but Yuuga doesn’t bother to turn around when he hears the lock slide into place, much preferring to lead the way forward. “This is the dining room” the narration is casual as they walk through the house, Aoyama making a point to map the place for Katsuki without really stopping to dive more into each room. He knows they're rich and he doesn’t want to rub it in. He’s been to Katsuki’s place many times over the last year and while it’s quaint, the house is only large enough to fit within just two or three of their rooms at most, it’s cozy. That kind of closeness has its appeal, the charm almost preferable when compared to the cold and lonely long corridors of his childhood home
“This is Angel's room” it’s almost an afterthought as he motions at the door while he walks past but it’s enough to make Katsuki pause, shifting both of their bags where they rest heavy against his shoulder. “Angel? You got a kid sister I don't know about?” The question is pure innocence and yet enough to make him laugh. “Oh god no mon amour, you know I’m an only child, my parents couldn't handle another fabulous me” the last words are said with a blown kiss as he makes his way back to the pristine wooden door. “No my dear, Angel is my french lop bunny” the admission has Katsuki’s eyebrow raising and although he’d been planning to make a bee line straight for his room, another thought slowly comes to mind. “Would you like to meet her?”
He remembers how Momo had said their friends had reacted to seeing her large estate for the first time. They’d been so chill about it, that had been the sweet girl's assurance and yet he’d seen the hesitation in her eyes. Their classmates may have been nice and held no grudges, but nobody could ever truly stop themselves from judging. She’s stayed positive about it, but he still remembers how they’d treated her afterwards, the subtle implies that she could pay for things in group settings and how each little dig had sunk her shoulders that bit lower. They didn’t mean anything by it but means and money had that effect on people. You can buy acquaintances but you can't buy friends and maybe that's why he’s never mentioned it. Sure, he flaunted who he was, proudly even but he’d never once invited somebody over because he couldn’t shake how class 2-A still sometimes treated her. People knew he was rich, but he never let them see just how much beyond the fancy french exterior, far too afraid of losing them all over again for a petty thing such as money
“Of course you can” the words had left his mouth without thought twice now. The first was when Bakugo had casually asked if he could come over to his place sometime during the week to make sure that he was eating right while his parents were away. The second was now, when Katsuki had arched an eyebrow at him and asked if he was certain that it was okay to meet his bunny
Maybe it should have given him pause, instead he was reaching past the other boy and pushing open the door before he could even think better of it. It was a little excessive. Now that he was ashine from the pure sparkle of the room, his doubts crept in like a line of invading ants. Not only did Angel have her own room, it was decked out just like any precious child or grandchild's room would be. She had custom mini furniture spread throughout the room, all coloured in a pure cream or glittery silver. There were various soft throws of white blankets strewn around the room and a crystal drinking fountain. On the left side, placed carefully out of her sun spot with a view of the entire garden and forest that Aoyama called a backyard, there was a large custom built double story castle bed with a canopy and a slide built into the side of it
Aoyama didn’t dare to look, almost afraid of what expression Katsuki might just be wearing. This single room probably cost more than his entire house and yet his boyfriend of a year hadn’t walked away just yet. His hand rested on the doorframe and his body tilted, like he was using it to lean against, somehow needing the ancient wood to support his weight as he drunk it in. That intrigued him enough to glance over, surprised to find red eyes large but seeking
-THUMP- the sound of a hop reverberates on the floor -THUMP- and Aoyama can’t stop his smile as a large ball of pure white fluff makes herself known from beneath the lower canopy of the castle. She looks like she’s just woken up, the creaking of the door likely having awoken her. “Oh my dear Angel, did papa wake you?” Aoyama can’t help the cooing words that leave his lips as he steps carefully over the door guard. The gleam of silver catches the light as Angel hops, making her way steadily to meet Aoyama, the bow collar around her neck somehow still perfectly in place
“What is that thing?” Katsuki finally speaks up when Aoyama has reached her, leaning down and hefting the rabbit up with a huff. She’d put on a little extra weight since his parents had become her main carer. Gifting his boyfriend a soft glare he let out a huff “this is Angel and she’s a french lop, the most distinguished of breeds.” Bakugo’s mouth twitches, the corner of his lip lifting as his eyes soften when he approaches and he’s sure he must look ridiculous holding the upper body of such a large rabbit as her lower body easily slips lower and lower out of his reach, stretched by gravity and his failing upper arms much to the amusement of his boyfriend
"Distinguished huh?" The words are coy, mouth quirked as he brings a slow and careful hand up to let her huff at him before placing a careful palm between the wide space of her flopped ears. Yuuga doesn't expect it but it makes his heart flutter as he shifts the bulk of Angel in his arms, attempting to lift her back above the band of his waist with little success. She's not squirmy at least as Bakugo caresses behind her ears, tolerable as he checks which spots have her floppy ears twitching with approval. “Just seems like a big bunny to me” his casual insult earned him a sudden kick from Angel's large disapproving foot before either could blink and though embarrassed Yuuga couldn’t help but fluster out a small snicker, it was no less than he’d deserved. “You should never mention a woman's weight” he uttered under his breath, amusement lingering in the tone
"You don't say" Katsuki quips back and the laughter that follows is genuine amusement as he does his best to shift the weight of his sinking bunny until Angel decides she's had enough of being held half aloft and begins to squirm. He lets her sink to the floor, that twinkle not quite leaving his eye as she immediately hops up to Katsuki's booted foot and sniffs inquisitively. The apprehension on his boyfriend's face is hard to miss as he looks down at the large rabbit sniffing his shoe intensely like she just might take a bite out of it. "Don't look so concerned mon amie, her palette is far too refined to consider your toes a delicacy" he manages to say the words with a mostly straight face but can't hide his snicker behind his palm as Katsuki's eyes meet his, alight with mischief. "Oh really?" and the pause is for more than just effect as he makes a conscious decision to look down, shifting his foot closer with care before snatching Aoyama around the waist and pulling him closer. "And just what does misses fluffy butt eat then?" He grins, he can't help it as Katsuki's fingers rub soothingly at the spaces his belt tends to cut into his more fragile skin. "Oh I don't know" the words are coy and challenging as he meets crimson eyes with amethyst "that might be a bit too complex for you to help out with" the squeeze he gets in return has him erupting in giggles and before he knows it they're sitting on the floor, Angel stretched between them in the waning sun as they discuss everything about his beloved bunny from the particulars of Angels diet to exactly how Yuuga came to have her. The story granting him a sad smile at the memory, she'd been a rescue, as scared and alone as he'd been after first acquiring his quirk. A larger than life rabbit his parents had been all too happy to argue with the rescue over saving until she'd come home with him. Humongous and warm over the gem on his navel, calming his sick stomach for the first time since they'd made that deal that had seemed to seal his fate up until not too long ago when his class had renewed his sense of hope and taken steps to set him free. His fingers meet Katsuki's over the top of pristine white fur taking comfort in the familiar softness of each stroke and the warm pressure from the heated palm above
He hadn't meant for it to turn into a thing but when he woke up the next day to find Katsuki already in Angel's room, grooming her with her favourite brush and telling her to keep her little kips down because her papa was still sleeping, he couldn't help the way his heart had softened. They had a whole week together so what was another day to indulge in the softness of this little fantasy. Katsuki was playing at a good 'papa' in his own right and it wasn't any less appealing than anything else they could be doing instead. He didn't need to go home and see Mitsuki for another day or so at least, so they could play house today and save the more scandalous activities for tomorrow. He couldn't help the small grin that twitched the corner of his lips, perhaps he could send Bakugo home with a little love nip to explain to his parents if all went well. The giggle slipped from him unprompted and as the room fell silent he gently pressed the door open, pretending to only now have discovered them. "Morning mon cheri” he spoke, stepping elegantly over the barricade, his eyes locked on Katsuki's but his attention shifting to Angel as he approached "I hope your second papa didn't keep you awake" he cooed watching as Bakugo's face twisted from wonderstruck to annoyed with a vague amusement at the words. He scooped Angel up just as Katsuki's arm gently shoved his own "I did not, miss fluffy butt over there woke me up thank you very much" his eyes were alight with amusement as he got back to his feet, attempting to brush the clinging bits of white fur from his pants with little success
“Her name is Angel” it’s a small huff into the fur of her skull but there's no fire behind the words as his lips twitch with the growing frustration of his boyfriend's unsuccessful attempt to remove the pristine white fur. “I only spent 20 minutes in here” it’s a low grumble but one Aoyama knows well by now, having learnt the hard way over the years that if you wanted something to remain clean, it could not touch the vicinity of Angel's room. Her hair had a way of clinging to everything and no amount of brushing or washing would clear it; it was almost like a quirk all its own. He pressed yet another kiss to the top of her head before walking over to gently grab his boyfriend's hand "how about we go find some lint rollers?" It's a simple suggestion and yet Katsuki glances past him, at the ball of fluff settling herself on the floor before leaning down to accept the gentle peck to his cheek. "Sure" his face returns to its usual grin as they turn back towards the divider "after all I gotta fix both you and Angel up something half decent, can't have you starving on my watch" and Aoyama doesn't miss that soft flicker in his eye as he says her name. This feels like something he could get used to
The memory is one he'd rather not remember but can never seem to forget no matter how many times he banishes it, it always seems to find him again in his dreams. He can't escape it alone and yet there's never anyone to pull him awake before his mind starts to twist it into what could have gone wrong. Maybe that's why this time is so strange, so different. Katsuki's hands are gentle as they attempt to wake him for breakfast and yet he still sits bolt upright, almost colliding their faces together in a way that would be distinctly unpleasant. His skin has a light sheen of cold sweat and yet there's no tears, his throat isn't hoarse from screaming. One of those hands comes up, careful, like he's approaching a timid animal, like he's attempting to pet Angel when frightened. The feel of Katsuki's fingers slowly carding through his fluffy golden locks settles him, chasing away the remaining edges of a time he'd do anything to forget. When he opens his eyes Katsuki's are worried and seeking, trying to figure out the truth from his look alone. "Are you okay?" There's a pause where he listens to his body rather than just answer yes. He'd become good at that and yet it was behaviour he was trying to unlearn step by step with Katsuki's help. "I don't know" it's honest, it's not as bad as it could've been and yet he's never left unshaken when the memory resurfaces. "Think you can handle some breakfast?" It's asked with that slight head tilt and a smile forms on his face as he lets his boyfriend drag him up from the bed "I think so"
He's mostly just pushing the eggs and bacon around his plate when Katsuki refills his glass of orange juice. The food is delicious and yet it's rich enough to sit heavy in his stomach with every bite. He doesn't want to dwell on the memory but every time he pushes it away it just seems to circle back. He doesn't want to acknowledge it and yet he lets a small sigh slip as he lets his eyes drift closed for just a second and images rush to the forefront of his mind. He'd been so small back then, the first time AFO had met Angel. She had seemed even larger than she did now, his tiny arms struggling to hold her up like a protective blanket he could safely bury his face in between them. He still remembers the terror that had frozen him, AFO's hand paused mid way to touching them as Angel lashed out with blunt teeth. She hadn't hesitated to bite the man, the threat before them and he'd trembled as his parents had rushed forward, afraid for the retaliation to come. The grotesque grin that had split his face had somehow been worse than if he'd started yelling and yet no punishment had come. He recognises now that his fear had been enough but back then he'd been unable to sleep at night for weeks, so afraid that he'd awaken to a sight he couldn't unsee. "You were muttering in your sleep" the voice is hesitant and he blinks wet lashes as he glances up at Katsuki over his plate, his boyfriend wiping a plate as if it's his job to do the dishes
The smile that covers his lips can't be a pretty one. "Just a bad dream of times best left forgotten" Katsuki nods, placing down the dry dish and coming around to envelope him in his strong arms. It's as if it's all he needs to say for him to know and while Aoyama doesn't break down, he does let Katsuki gently pry the fork from his fingers and spear a piece of egg up by his lips. The meal they finish between them and then he's shooed away to get dressed and spend some time with Angel while Katsuki cleans up. The mundane task of it all calms him and by the time his boyfriend collects him for lunch he's feeling a bit better. It still doesn't stop him from suggesting that they watch a movie in his room, something Katsuki readily agrees to. It's under the guise of distracting him and distract it does, they don't even get halfway through before Yuuga's attention shifts to become far more interested in the heat of Bakugo's body pressed against his own
He shifts his hips to start with, little twitches that press back. His attention isn't on the movie anymore, far more intent on focusing on just what he can get away with before his boyfriend tries to still him. The answer is surprisingly a lot more than he'd initially thought and maybe it's because of his earlier emotional bout but it's almost like he's purposely trying not to draw attention to it, as if Yuuga could actually be doing this in any way that wasn't entirely intentional. He's trying to catch his eye, purple peeking up at clearly unfocused red before he decides to just press his luck and go for it. His hand moves back, palm pressed to Katsuki's thigh and that gets his attention, fingers grabbing at his hips as his eyes finally flick down in question. Aoyama doesn't let him ask one though, surging up to capture those slightly parted lips with his own, his arms move to twine around his neck and before either of them know it they're wrapped up in one another
The heat between them only intensifies with each tilt of a head and barely drawn back gasp for air. His fingers roam across Katsuki's hair and he moans when he lifts him without any struggle till they're no longer laying down but instead he's perched atop his lap as the other boy sits up supporting them. Aoyama straddles Bakugo's thighs unafraid of spreading his full weight across them so that the boy can't get away from him as he finally pulls away from the heavy makeout to pant. Lips trail down his neck instead and he tugs him closer by that unruly hair of his trying not to think about just how perfectly everything's going. Katsuki's lips are still on him, his hands are pulling him closer not trying to encourage him away and he has to wonder if today is finally the day he gets to touch him as he arches his back in encouragement and lets his fingers creep down Katsuki's front. They never actually touch like this, lips joining but hands never wandering past upper bodies
Bakugo was always so careful with him. Heavy kissing sessions never led to heavy petting but rather a self imposed restraint. His boyfriend always reached a point where he'd clench his hands a little too tightly or growl and then Yuuga would find himself alone on whatever surface while space was put between them. Of course Katsuki would watch, huff and part from their kiss in a show of self control all while pinning him with that look. He'd tell him to remain upon the bed and Yuuga would be helpless to disobey, trapped beneath that stare as he planted himself in his study chair. The distance always killed him but they were young and Katsuki didn't want to rush into something that should be perfect, a fact he'd always begrudgingly agreed upon. However he never trusted himself enough to just touch, the boy with all the patience couldn't trust himself to just explore and take the time he felt Yuuga deserved and so he'd watch. Regulate himself to the chair, eyes glued on Yuuga's slim frame as he runs fingers over the places he wished his boyfriend would linger, rough hands on his own flesh, fascinated as that sparkling body put on a show for him, alluring and tempting but never shifting from the bed. Far too nervous to approach and ask, to break the trance that Bakugo had made and demand more like he wanted. He clenched his hips just a little tighter around Bakugo's thighs, unwilling to let his worry separate them this time. He didn't just want to put on a show all alone, right now, he wanted an active participant
Fingers careful he slipped them beneath Katsuki's shirt and lifted up, dragging the item till it rested above his pecs where Yuuga's hands stopped to rub around the light brown of his nipples. That had Katsuki drawing back with a gasp from the red mark he'd been slowly sucking into Aoyama's neck and the boy took his chance, dipping his head down to recapture his lips. The sweet smell of nitroglycerin lingers in the air, Bakugo's skin producing enough that he's likely going to have to change the sheets again if this gets as far as Yuuga's hoping it will. His fingers press and tease, the nub of his nipple hardening quickly to rise and meet his palm, it makes Aoyama smirk. His boyfriend's chest was always a sensitive spot, something he'd actually noticed during practise and it was a weakness he fully intended to exploit
He let his hips grind forward against Bakugo’s own, a small victorious smirk tugging at his lips when his boyfriend's head tilted back with a groan. He could feel the press of something hard and hot against the thin fabric of his shorts and it only made him grind his hips down harder to press them closer together. The feeling elicited a moan of his own, the palm of Bakugo's hand cupping the small of his back as he tilted his upper body away, focused solely on grinding his hips down in a firm press against the boy's own. His other hand came to rest at his hip and Aoyama paused briefly at that, feeling the way his hand tightened against his hip before tugging him closer. In that moment far more than the pleasure coursing through his body, he felt a surge of something else at the knowledge that Katsuki wasn’t pushing him away but rather pulling him closer
"Are you sure" the words are huffed against his throat, Katsuki's lips leaving a trail down the pale line of his slim neck and Aoyama must be dreaming. His hands move, trembling fingers moving quickly to snake into his belt and tug him closer in response. His hips grinding down to seek any friction that he can even if it makes him seem desperate. This is exactly what he wants, their eyes connecting as they lean towards one another intent on reigniting their kiss. THUD. The sound is loud, reverberating against the walls and before Yuuga can comprehend where it has even come from, he's been shoved away. Katsuki is already on his feet, eyes alert and no longer focused on him as he turns to rush away. The small call back barely reaches his ears as his boyfriend abandons him to check upon Angel and he can't help the inelegant groan that escapes him as his head hits the mattress
He waits five minutes somehow trying to convince himself that this can be salvaged before dragging himself from the bed. Angel's door is open and he stops in the doorway to look inside. The troublemaker herself sits like a queen upon Katsuki's lap, no sign of what might have made the loud sound as he glances around. He can't help the small tremble of his lip as he pouts, things had been going so well. His heart still softens at the way Bakugo looks up at him, smile soft as he assures that Angel is fine despite the way he's still fussing over her and it dawns on him that the task he's undertaken might not just be difficult but impossible cause while he loves both of them, losing his virginity shouldn't be such a hard process. Resigned to the fact that today isn't going to finish how he'd have liked he steps over the barrier and slides down next to Bakugo's side, leaning against his warm frame as they give Angel all the attention she deserves
Katsuki returned home briefly the next morning. Aoyama awoke to find a note left detailing how long Katsuki expected to be gone for and just where to find his and Angel's pre-made breakfast and lunch, in case his 'hag of a mother' ran things long. He couldn't help the tinkling laughter that escaped him at the mental image of Mitsuki that Katsuki no doubt had in mind while writing this. His boyfriend must have left early, it wasn't yet nine now but the house was already quiet and devoid of the warmth that Katsuki seemed to radiate. Following instructions he got up, wrapped himself up in a lilac robe and headed to the kitchen. A plate of crepes sat covered in the fridge next to a bowl of finely diced salad. He ate with Angel in her room, smiling each time she let out a happy little kip while waiting for Katsuki to return
It was already well into the afternoon when Katsuki dragged himself through the door, the wood closing heavily behind him. Clearly Mitsuki had done a number on her son. Still Yuuga was all smiles as he moved to greet Katsuki in the foyer, his lips twitching down slightly at the sight of the bags in his hands. "Oh my, just what did she send you back with, I can assure her that our fridge is very well stocked" his voice seemed to jolt Katsuki out of whatever stupor he was in as he looked up, shaking off the fuzziness around the corners of his eyes, clearly his mother had been a lot. "Huh?" He glanced down as if just now realising the bags still clenched tight within his fists before huffing "oh these, nah the hag didn't send me back with anything, I grabbed these on the way through, they’re for Angel" his back straightened and Yuuga raised an eyebrow as Bakugo dug through one of the bags while walking towards him. "They're wall covers just in case" his voice is laced with exhaustion and so Yuuga says nothing, only nods as he leans up accepting Bakugo's peck to his cheek before allowing the boy to continue past him, intent on setting up the covers he'd bought
This was officially getting out of hand. He had to get serious if he wanted to spend any time at all with his boyfriend and so he leaves Bakugo to Angel for the time being. He spends the time before dinner researching and then the next morning placing orders. One lot of express shipping later and he still had two final days to make this work, he was determined to
Yuuga knows exactly where to find Katsuki. His boyfriend having officially spent more time in Angel's room this week alone than he had in probably the month. It was sweet and endearing, tugging at the softness of his heartstrings and yet just as equally frustrating. It was selfish of him but he wanted to bask in Bakugo's attention just as much and if this is what it was going to take to get a little alone time, then no action was too extreme. Still he paused, looking himself over in the mirror a third time, his cheeks heated as he second guessed himself yet again. Just where had all his confidence gone when he'd been picking things out. He looked amazing, a small twirl only helped to highlight that fact but it didn't make him seem any less desperate. This wasn't a costume, it was a genuine plea to grab his boyfriend's affection and he wasn't sure what he'd do if Katsuki laughed at him or pushed him away, the scenario so unfathomable he couldn't even imagine it, which did nothing to settle the nerves his stomach held. Plucking up the boudoir robe he wrapped himself in it like reapplying his confidence and headed to the door
The door for Angel's room was open and he had to wonder if perhaps Katsuki had been waiting for him. It was already mid-afternoon and he'd spent the day practically holed up between his bedroom and the lounge room working on a 'project' Katsuki had been hard pressed to not assist him on. Eventually he'd said it was for an upcoming secret mission, not untrue he did have one just no details yet and had sequestered himself in his bedroom since he had secured the package to get to work on 'making himself up' as his mother liked to call it. Now he stood in the doorway watching as Katsuki cooed at his little princess, warming his heart and allowing him the few precious moments he needed to compose himself before pressing past the barrier of the door
“What about me?” The interruption is soft, nearly breathless but the words still make Katsuki pause. He has Angel lifted up, halfway pressed to his face as he coos nonsense at her. Those crimson eyes fall on him and he takes a shaky step forward, daring. “Aren’t I a good enough bunny for you?” The words feel as shaky as his heart is, unstable in his chest and yet he watches the way Katsuki swallows, eyes blown wide as he takes in the sight before him, transfixed
Aoyama blushes, the silence lingering between them even as Angel is ever so gently set to the floor. “Breathtaking” it’s a barely there whisper as Katsuki slowly finds his feet and Yuuga swallows down the temptation to ask, what. The lingerie feels weightless against his skin, the sheer white see-through cover doing nothing to hide what lay beneath it. His fingers brush against the trim fur, soothing as his boyfriend slowly gets closer, caught between disbelief and something that burns far hotter. The white fluff grounds him if just a little and he slowly raises his chin, a confident seductress. It’s Katsuki who hesitates, hand halfway to reaching when it stops for him to ask “may I?” “Please” the word tumbles from his lips not a moment later and then those warm hands are brushing against him, running up the length of a covered arm his voice a rumbling approval
“Are you sure?” Yuuga blinks surprised by how quickly he’s asking and finds himself flushing a deeper shade of red. “Of course I'm sure, I wouldn't have done all this” his hand swipes up to brush against a long bunny ear in emphasis. It takes half a second for Katsuki to scoop him up, holding him aloft within his familiar embrace as he takes large steps towards the exit. It’s as Bakugo carries him past the threshold that he surges up, capturing his lips in a nerve killing kiss of passion, allowing the robe to drop to the floor before he can whisk them down the hall
The tail matches the ears, a bunny set that Katsuki is far too amused by as they cross the threshold to his room. It doesn’t halt his roaming hands in the slightest, the fire seeming only to blaze more with his small amusement. “You didn’t have to go this far” it’s a soft whisper as Aoyama is splayed back against the sheets. His cheeks puff with a small pout and he’s almost tempted to cross his arms at Katsuki’s fond chuckle. One large palm brushes across his hair, folding down a posable ear “though I suppose I have been neglecting you haven't I?” Heat rushes through his body at the words and he shivers, how unfair. “Well you have my full attention now” its a soft whisper as sharp teeth nip lightly at the shell of his ear, a promise that he didn’t know he needed as he locks his legs around Katsuki’s waist, drawing him closer. Having his intense gaze boring into him with such heat should be unnerving and yet Yuuga has no issues with the attention, rather he likes finding himself as caught prey, just waiting for Katsuki to finally devour him
He moves slowly, far from the lunge that he was beginning to anticipate. It’s not a snap of tension but rather a slow uncoil as his fingers brush down the length of his side in appreciation and his lips once again seek out Aoyama’s own with the softest of sighs. It’s not perfect and it’s not exactly to plan but for them it’s just right and for now it's more than enough for him to accept. Katsuki's palm stopped to rest above the frantic beating of his heart, his eyes remaining soft even as his smirk sharpened. "Did you want to be my good bunny too?" His reaction is instant, face aflame and heart rate picking up speed much to the amusement of the boy above him and yet that small sound of happiness gave him just enough of a push to squeeze his hand tight around his confidence. Dipping up, he pressed a small kiss off to the side of Katsuki's mouth, purple slyly glancing up through long lashes as he whispered "and so what if I do?"
Yuuga's back hits the bed with a small oomph and the lust has drained the amusement momentarily from Katsuki's face. He looks like he's about to pounce and oh, is he ready to be eaten. Hands clenched against thighs, he watches as Bakugo reigns himself in enough to allow a fleeting touch. His control impressive and yet oh so annoying, a stubborn animal refusing to take another step until it's ready to go home. Those fingers run across the fabric of his outfit in appreciation and so Aoyama stretched beneath him, showing the full outfit off. The half corset rides down more with the action highlighting his exposed pale pink nipples and drawing the eye down to follow the intricate patterns of the bodice. The white lace of panties beneath do little to hide his arousal and the leg garter below is a touch he probably didn't need but wanted, the flash of Bakugo's teeth simmering low in his gut. His silky half stockings beneath are easily seized, flung across the room as a light kiss is placed to his inner thigh, his body shivering as those dark eyes hold him in place. "Then I better not keep my little bunny waiting" the words are a growl as canines clamp down upon the garter and Aoyama is sure his soul leaves his body watching how his boyfriend pulls the fabric off with his teeth before also discarding it somewhere across the room
Swallowing he shifts as best he can in Katsuki's grasp, the shuffle alleviating nothing as blonde hair descends on him, a warm mouth engulfing and exploring the expanse of his exposed chest. One hand shifts from where it'd drifted, high up his thigh to snake beneath him undoing the delicate ribboned tie with a simple tug. It earns him a pause, eyebrow quirked in question and he smirks in reply, answer lost as Katsuki rewards him with a graze of teeth and a harsher suck against sensitive flesh. The gasp steals his answer of a practised tie for the laceup but it doesn't matter as he flops back onto the bed, enjoying the sensations springing to life across his chest. He can't seem to keep up and so it's no surprise when Katsuki catches him once again by surprise, that wandering hand having ventured down to roam around the matching tail
The whine that leaves his lips is sinful. The simple touch shifting the heavy weight of the metal plug attached to the fluffy end and he's sure his boyfriend puts the pieces together just as quickly, questing fingers trailing down to stroke the stretch of the tail's base where he'd sacrificed cutting a small hole in the panties to allow the tail through. Fingers prodding with care against where heated flesh turned soft and pliant. Lace rubbing just barely against his skin and it’s maddening, how fabric so soft can cause such sensation
He doesn’t get long to dwell on it though, those fingers just as nimble as they slip the lace garment from beneath him, carefully tucking his hips up as if he truly weighs nothing and leaving him bare but for the ears and tail. His blush overcomes the body glitter as Katsuki sits back, setting those searing red eyes upon his exposed body. Amethyst trail down to follow them, taking in the flush of his chest and the small show of arousal between his thighs. He’s not particularly big, the length not much to look at but he’s never minded. It’s small and pretty, just like him, especially when compared to things like the strong palm of Katsuki’s hand. His eyes narrow in on the movement, his powerful fist so careful as it completely engulfs his length. He can't help it, the tip back of his neck, exposing his throat as he lets out a moan. Katsuki’s palms are warm and rough but not calloused as one might expect, no the power of those muscles smoothed by the natural lubricant of his quirk prevented any form of hardness from forming. His gaze remains stuck to that single fist at least until Bakugo has drunk his fill of looking and leans back in to steal Yuuga's lips once more
Tongues entwine, lips pressing with insistence as Aoyama allows himself to be laid back and spread back out. His unoccupied hand nudges a thigh, insistent as his palm clenches just slightly around him. “Such a good bunny” the whispers start as soon as their lips part and each praising word has him melting faster into the bed. God he hopes this isn't just a dream, please if it is don't let him wake up
He jolts from the thought as that mouth descends on him. Lips firmly reattaching to a rosy nipple as his hand squeezes then pumps, a slight movement that lets loose a litany of moans from his mouth. Still it can’t distract from that strong hand at his thigh rubbing and his eyes flick down, mapping the calculation on Katsuki’s flushed face as his free hand tracks down till his fingers can once again circle the base of the tail. Two fingers trail around his rim and he can’t help the soft moan that escapes him, breath a sharp inhale of anticipation before he feels his fist close over the fluff of the rounded tail. He tugs, just enough to ease the plug out before pressing with a little pressure, easing it forward again. The sensation makes him moan, movement a trickling spring of pleasure that makes his hips shift with impatience. The plug is far too short to actually press where he needs it too, small zings just a glimpse at what's to come as the object is eased back in and out of him with gentle flexes of Katsuki’s wrist. He almost doesn’t even notice when he tugs, a moan of relief escaping him as the plug is pulled free allowing warmed lube to slip from within him, running a cooling trail down the back of his thigh
A finger swipes through it and he has no time to even consider where the plug has gone as Katsuki moves, adjusting their position. Lips trailing down the flat expanse of his stomach, pausing momentarily to press against the gleaming bulge of his gem as he’s shuffled around. One strong palm all it takes to hold him aloft, his hips held above the bed as two fingers press within him and that smirking mouth wraps itself effortlessly around the length of him. His mind whites out for a brief second, sensations overwhelming and it takes a moment to be sure that he hadn’t just cum. But no not yet at least. Big, that's the first coherent thought to establish itself within his mind. Katsuki’s fingers aren’t just powerful but they’re big, so much bigger than what he’d considered. The two of them feel like a stretch and although he’s sure the plug must have been wider, right now he can’t tell. They’re certainly longer though and he can only moan, doubling over to clutch at confident blonde strands as he’s taken to the back of Katsuki’s throat while they sink all the way in. The boy has enough bravado to swallow and Aoyama is lucky the sound that leaves him isn't enough to wound his pride as his hips jump and convulse, already on the edge
He can feel the smirk on Katsuki’s lips as he huffs, encouraging Yuuga’s hips to jump as he circles a third finger against him. He opens for Katsuki almost as easily as the others mouth takes him in, dick too short to really hit the back of his throat even with Katsuki nuzzling so close. He still appreciates the illusion of it, hips jumping as that third finger presses in and they strike against his prostate with a simple twist
Light explodes behind his eyes and he struggles to gasp, the feeling within his gem warm as he tips over the edge and Katsuki greedily swallows it. His hips pumping in small twitches until finally they still, though Katsuki doesn’t pull away. His mouth warm and tongue seeking already working around his wilting length, coaxing it back to life with each swipe and lick until he’s once again twitching within his mouth
Hands scramble against the sheets, desperate for some kind of anchor when those three fingers spread, stretching him out with each thrust in and out. He must already look a mess but he has little care for looking refined as Katsuki takes his body apart with his mouth and fingers alone. It feels like he could rebuild him and Yuuga finds he quite likes that idea, of letting Bakugo reshape the marrow in his bones until there's only thoughts of them both remaining. His hand finds the sheets and grip, tugging them forward enough to tilt them both. With Katsuki off balance purple eyes open with a gasp as hips thrust and finally that length brushes against him
He should be ashamed but the pleas that leave his lips only succeed to turn his cheeks warm to match the growing pit in his stomach. It might be the enthusiasm in his voice, a mixture of Japanese, English and French intertwining to form a fancy gibberish of words but it’s enough to have Bakugo pull off of him with a pop. His own face is flushed, eyes dazed and voice wrecked despite how little they’ve actually done. “Please, please” it’s a soft mantra as their eyes meet and the look on Katsuki’s face is fond as finally those fingers draw back, pulling out and leaving Aoyama so completely cold and untouched. “Desperate bunny” and whatever he’s about to say trails off, overcome by the fondness in his boyfriend's carmine eyes as he leans forward and presses soft lips to the plush of his cheek “I’ll give you exactly what you want”
Yuuga's fingers are everywhere as Katsuki readjusts them, shifting around pillows and blankets to ensure the most comfortable position while Yuuga finally gets his hands on him. His mouth running lazily at his neck, alternating between kisses and gentle sucks as his hand delves beneath his belt, wrapping around the searing heat of his length. He can only cup half of it, the fact sending a thrill down his spine as he rubs softly over the tan of his perked nipple with his other finger, teasing while he gives first strokes and then twists of his wrist until the action starts to tire the slim appendage. He lets himself be laid back after that, watching with hungry eyes as Katsuki leaves the bed to remove his final pieces of clothing and retrieve the lube resting by his bedside. Yuuga's eyes devour him, muscles and faint scar lines all precious in his eyes as his boyfriend returns to the bed
Unsteady, he balances by placing a hand upon Yuuga's knee, leaning down to kiss him. “Are you sure?” It's a faint whisper against his lips, one he was expecting. He nips in return at Katsuki's lower lip, growling playfully. “If you don't give it to me right now, I'm going to kick you out of this bedroom” the grin he gets in return is worth it as he’s encouraged back by the press of Katsuki’s chest against his own. “Well we can’t have that now, I don't think Angel likes to share” the snap of the cap is loud, picking his heartrate up as Katsuki uncaps the bottle to pour lube over the impressive length of his cock. He warms it first with his fist in slick slides that spread it and captivate Aoyama's attention in equal measures before finally the tip is pressed hot against him
Lips press against his, gentle yet firm and Aoyama accepts the action without hesitation. Letting Katsuki guide him as he slowly presses forward into his pliant body. A hand finds his and they hold onto one another, gripping tight as the other supports his hip, cupping the arch of it as Katsuki finally sinks to the root within him. His back curves, a gasp slipping past the joining of their mouths and he swears he can feel the warm pulse of it behind his navel gem as he shudders, body slowly adjusting
Katsuki’s forehead rests against his own, soft whispers encouraging him to breathe and he can't help the small giggle that slips past his lips as a floppy ear rubs against the top of Katsuki’s sandy blonde locks. Lips find his again and Yuuga could happily drown in their kisses as the grip against his hip adjusts and finally, he’s moving
Hesitant at first Katsuki tests the waters by drawing back at an agonisingly slow pace, retreating halfway before pressing forward equally as slow. Yuuga groans and allows him to do so two more times before locking his legs behind Katsuki’s back and encouraging him forward with a desperate kiss. The muscles in his thighs straining with the effort of jolting him forward but it’s worth it to hear that groan and watch as those ruby eyes desperately cling onto the fraying string of control only for it to snap as Yuuga pulls him in closer, arms around his neck and whispers “won’t you show me how much you love me?”
Katsuki spears him open with each thrust, his back barely having time to arch each time he thrusts forward, nailing his prostate before withdrawing halfway and pushing forth again. He doesn’t have a second to miss him and there's no other way that Aoyama would have it, arms wrapped tight around the ruffled locks of Katsuki’s hair as he clings to him with each and every desperate moan. His boyfriend seems near feral, expression akin to the fierceness he shows in battle and yet every touch is deliberate and smooth. His grip never skims past featherlight, each touch soft and radiating heat that threatens to burn him up. It’s Yuuga who is less delicate all things considered, gripping and drawing him down for desperate kisses or lingering touches. His mouth always seeking as Bakugo groans above him, mouth latching to a sensitive nipple and sucking with a victorious smirk of his own because he managed to do that- before the next thrust of hips washes him beneath a new wave of pleasure
Drowning, he’s sinking beneath the waves of pleasure and given the state of Katsuki, his boyfriend is doing no better. Skin shining with a glean of glycerin, he should really be more worried about Katsuki accidentally blowing up his bedroom but instead he’s more concerned that he won't be able to keep his eyes open long enough to watch his adonis fall apart
Ankles locked behind hips, he lifts his own hips to meet Katsuki's at each and every thrust until he can take it no more and with a cry he arches against Katsuki before falling back against the bed, shivering with pleasure. His hips jump, cock pumping below the sheen of his gem, smearing the shimmering surface with white as Katsuki continues to nail his prostate, drawing soft little noises from his throat until he leans down, sealing their lips and drawing Yuuga as close as possible, engulfing his body within his own as he groans then shudders and Yuuga gasps anew as he’s filled. Warmth blossoms within him and he can't help the arch of pleasure as his body is filled up. He could get addicted to this feeling as they shudder against one another, Katsuki letting Aoyama draw him down for another soft press of lips. One that Yuuga had thought would be a final kiss, a perfect end, only as Katsuki regains his steady breathing, he shuffles to cradle Aoyama within his lap and starts to move again. Yuuga’s not ashamed to admit that he doesn’t remember much after that, lips and fingers all merging together beneath the blanketing haze of pleasure
Epilogue:
Aoyama’s head shoots up, crumpled rabbit ears somehow still in place as he looks around disoriented. A loud THUMP having startled him from his slumber enough to realise two things. One it was already morning and two that was not a dream. His face is overcome within seconds as he sets eyes upon the partially covered figure in his bed, a reminder of the fact that his virginity is soundly gone and he couldn’t have been happier about the fact. He let out a sigh, sinking into the sheets at another softer thump, the sound of Angel hopefully settling down
The sound of a gasp bolts him upright and immediately he’s reminded of the cover he left on the floor the night before. His face overcome with a flush as the sound of his mothers soft voice drifts through the door, confirming what he’d hoped wasn’t the case. “Oh mon cheri, we are home early. I see you finally brought that fierce young man of yours to the estate but sweetie… it seems you left your little dress up piece right on the floor. Please tell Katsuki that it’ll be a pleasure to see him again after so long and I promise not to hover as his mother does.” Her voice is without shame and Aoyama's soul practically leaves his body despite her cheery tone. Why'd they have to come home early, and why now when it was not only obvious he’d done something with his boyfriend but his mother apparently felt comfortable enough with the event to start making jokes. He fell back against the plush bedspread, could the ground just swallow him whole
Bakugo sits up slowly arms still secured tight around his middle and hair a frumpled mess, his crimson eyes barely parted as a small unbothered “huh” leaves his lips with a grumble. The sound naturally making Aoyama relax as Katsuki squints “it’s like 6am” he says, just as unbothered as his mother and perhaps having not heard the commotion at the door as he drags Aoyama tighter against his chest “come back to bed twinkles”