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Katsuki scowls as he approaches the open house. He'd been driving by when a sign caught his eye: Brownstone for sale. The price is beyond anything he could ever hope to afford, but fancy-ass open houses like this typically have good food, and he’s a cheap son of a bitch. Not to mention hungry.
Someday, maybe he’ll be able to buy a home like this one, but definitely not for a long, long, long time. At twenty-four, he’s still a fairly recent college grad, and he’s still working an entry-level position at the tech company he'd signed on with.
The home is, of course, absolutely stunning. All of the houses out this way are. Dark brown bricks face the home, surrounding a wood-door garage that had been stained a natural, vibrant honey. Trees line the flagstone drive and sidewalk. Everything is perfect.
The bushes are all trimmed within an inch of their life, and somehow, every flower is in bloom. The grass is short and bright green—it almost looks spray painted—and the windows gleam in the afternoon sunlight.
Katsuki huffs as he saunters up the stone steps.
The door is wide open, and people are milling around inside, pointing at things. Some are talking with a man in a suit.
Katsuki rolls his eyes and ignores the suited man for now—though he glances at the man's plump ass more than once. It’s nice. Round. Thick. He could probably bite it and leave a nice set of marks.
That isn’t what he’s here for.
The food is calling his name.
A long folding table is set with a white table cloth, a chocolate fountain (SCORE!), fruits, sweetbreads, and other wonderful treats. Small finger sandwiches spiral around a flawless silver tray, and a few pitchers of lemonade and water sit on the other end next to stacks of paper cups, plates, and napkins.
Katsuki smirks and piles his first plate high with food. He pours melted chocolate into one of the cups, filling it to just under halfway so he can wander around and eat. The whole point of being here is to pretend to be interested in the property, after all.
He shoves the first sandwich into his mouth and savors the cool, high-end roast beef and tart Swiss cheese blend. Even the bread is tasty.
As he wanders the first floor, he eyes the ceilings and light fixtures. Crown molding circles the top of every room. The ceilings on the main level are all ten feet, at least. The dining room boasts white wainscoting and light blue-gray painted walls above the chair rail. Each room is filled with artfully staged furniture, and Katsuki hums and haws whenever someone is within hearing range.
Just as he spears a plump strawberry and dips it into his chocolate-filled cup, the realtor wanders over. "Hey, there!"
Katsuki shoves the strawberry into his mouth and turns, glowering. This is the part he hates. Realtors. Ugh. He despises how they always try to make conversation and talk him into buying. As if he'd ever waste a million on a place like this. Not on his life—or anyone else's.
Though, in this case… he might be willing to make an exception.
The realtor beams, and Katsuki swallows the strawberry, gulping back his own gay panic. Shit. Oh, shit. This guy is a total daddy.
Oh yeah.
Katsuki’s gonna get the realtor to plow him before he leaves. One hundred precent.
"So, what do you think of the property?" asks the man, clapping hands together and rubbing them.
Katsuki's attention drifts down from the daddy's red, red hair—long and tied back in a professional ponytail—to his chest. It’s wide, and the round plushness of his pecs show through the light blue fabric of his button-down. Even with a wife beater on underneath, Katsuki catches sight of his dark, perky nipples.
From there, his eyes wander across muscular shoulders—covered with just the right amount of soft fat—and down to his thick forearms. The long sleeves of his blue button-down cover up to his wrists, but the top of a tattoo peeks out from beneath the cuff. Katsuki tries to figure out what it might be of before glancing to his hands. They’re rough, strong. Black hair speckles his knuckles.
Another swallow, this one at the thought of what those hands might do to a twunk like him.
Then he notices something he probably shouldn't: a cock-shaped bulge, pushed to the left of the man's crotch. His gray suit pants are just on the right side of too tight, and Katsuki's mouth waters at the sight of the man's cock. It doesn't even look like he’s wearing underwear, and it’s hard to tell, but Katsuki doubts the redhead is hard. His thick thighs bulge against his slacks.
Every fucking inch of him is a meal.
"Hey? Hello?" He waves.
"What?" Katsuki snaps, eyes darting back up to the realtor's face.
"I asked what you think," he says, offering that charming smile that scrunches up his crow's feet in the best way.
Katsuki's heart stutters, his cock twitching at the thought of being bent over by this daddy.
He slowly drags his tongue across his teeth and watches as the older man's eyes dip to his mouth for a scant second. "Oh, I like what I see."
"Yeah? It's a beaut, all right."
"Hell yeah. Might even wanna take it for a ride."
The realtor freezes and swallows hard. He glances down Katsuki’s body quickly before regaining his composure.
Before the realtor can respond, Katsuki adds, "Or maybe you'd like to take me for a ride instead?" He smirks.
The realtor coughs and adjusts the neck of his button-down. "I—I, um... let's maybe have a tour? See how things, uh, how they go?" He motions toward the sweeping staircase that leads to the upper floor.
Katsuki lifts another strawberry and slips it between his lips, maintaining eye contact as he licks and sucks the phallic berry before pulling it from between his lips and dipping it in the chocolate. "Fine by me."
The redhead gives a nervous laugh and walks toward the stairs, but Katsuki has other plans in mind. He isn't gonna just give it away. Not yet. First, he wants to play with his meal. He likes seeing the bigger man so flustered, and he’s determined to get him as horny as possible. So, he heads toward the kitchen, which is on the other side of the enormous formal dining room. The whole first floor is open-concept with a set of stairs in the center, breaking up the living spaces but keeping the flow natural.
A massive island with a near-black marble countertop and dark cupboards sits in the center of the room. Behind it, light gray cabinets line the walls. The perimeter counters are white marble. Not the style Katsuki would have chosen, but it isn't bad. Average. Boring. Classic. But… expensive.
Industrial pendent lights hang over the island, and the rest of the lighting in the kitchen is recessed. All of the appliances are new and stainless steel, top-of-the-line in every way. The sink is enormous and deep. It’s a true chef's kitchen. As someone who enjoys cooking, Katsuki has to admit that it isn’t a bad setup.
The realtor stumbles in after him. "I, uh, thought you wanted to see the upstairs?"
"Not before I've seen the rest of the house," he replies. With another coy smirk, he pops the chocolate-covered strawberry into his mouth. He had purposely waited for the realtor to follow him. "I wanna get to know the amenities before I consider… doing anything else."
"F-fair," he choks out.
Katsuki drags his fingers over the marble countertop. "It looks sturdy."
"Oh! Yeah, it's definitely high-end. Marble’s great. It does require upkeep and regular cleaning, but it'll last a lifetime, easily," he says, swinging back into his realtor persona quickly. Too quickly.
Katsuki frowns at that. He doesn't want this daddy to be too confident. No; he wants him begging to slide into Katsuki, crying tears of relief as he fucks into the blond, not taking control of the situation and making it comfortable.
"I bet it could hold a lot of weight."
"Oh, definitely! You could put a whole roast pig on here, and—oh."
Katsuki jumps up to sit on the counter, spreading his legs and smirking. He drags his fingers over his own thighs, slowly leading toward his crotch. "Think it could handle more than me?"
The realtor's jaws click shut, and his eyes dip to Katsuki's bulge. He probably doesn't even realize he's staring. A himbo, through and through.
Nice. Himbos are his favorite for a reason.
Katsuki smirks and leans back on his palms to give the daddy a better look. He knows he looks good. He's all lithe, tight muscle, young enough that everything is still pert and firm. His ass jiggles in just the right way when it's slapped, and his pecs are luscious and well built. He spends time on his figure, and it's glaringly obvious. The best part is that he always dresses to impress. Anonymous sex isn't a foreign concept to him.
He enjoys getting to fuck or being fucked by whomever he pleases, and he's always prepared. Today, he's wearing dark gray skinny jeans and a black V-neck tee-shirt. The shirt is skin tight, and he's fairly sure that the realtor can see what he's wearing under the shirt.
After all, it's not easy to hide the lines of a lace bra. A big, red infinity scarf helps, and if it were cooler out, he'd be wearing a jacket, but the point of wearing the bra is for people to notice. Why put on something slinky and sexy if no one's gonna notice it?
Katsuki clears his throat when a young woman enters the kitchen. She's quite pretty, and Katsuki immediately hates her for interrupting.
"Oh! There you are," she says. "I have a few questions, if you have a minute." Her eyes dart to Katsuki and back to the realtor.
Fucking bitch. He scowls and slides off the counter.
His future daddy jumps and turns to the woman, laughing nervously. "Sure! Fire away!"
She raises an eyebrow. "Am I...interrupting something?"
"N-no, not at all!" the realtor says at the same time Katsuki snaps, "What the fuck do you think?"
The realtor clears his throat. He shoots a dark look at Katsuki before saying, "We were just discussing the structure of the island." To emphasize his point, he slaps a hand on the counter, where Katsuki's ass was just a few seconds ago. "Quite, uh, solid."
"Right," she replies. "Well, if you have a minute..."
"I do," he beams, taking control of the situation again. "Sir, please feel free to look around. I'll come find you once I'm finished."
Katsuki sniffs and tilts his nose up. "Whatever."
He stalks out of the kitchen, more than a little annoyed at being dismissed so easily. He needs that daddy's dick in him yesterday, and no dumb bitch with dumb questions is going to get in his way. Not if he can help it. So, with a wicked smirk, he starts scheming.
Katsuki has a plan, and he's going to torture the realtor. He wants the daddy to cum so hard that he blacks out, and that's a damn fact.
The only thing standing in his way? The annoying idiots who keep wandering around looking for the man. No matter how many times Katsuki tries to get the daddy's attention, someone else always nabs it before he can.
First it was the dumb bitch in the kitchen, and now a couple are asking about the foundation and asking if the sellers might go down in price so they can reno part of the property.
Ugh. Katsuki taps his finger against his bicep as he impatiently waits for the realtor to give him a spare glance. But the daddy's playing hardball and refuses to look his direction.
How can Katsuki torture the gorgeous, thicc himbo if he can't even get him to glance his way? He needs to—
Oh, there we go! A glance, quick and stolen during the renovation discussion.
Katsuki smirks and turns away, sliding his hands down to cup his own ass through the fabric of his jean pockets. He doesn't need to look to know that the realtor is watching him. Those eyes are tracking him now, and Katsuki pulls his hands away from his butt to bend over, as if to tie his shoe. As he does, the back of his jeans slides down.
The very top of his red-and-black lace thong kisses the cool air, and he swears, the daddy gasps. He does a good job of covering it with a cough, though, clearing his throat. "Sorry, dry, uh, dry weather and lots of talking don't mix well," he says, deep voice carrying across the home.
Katsuki smirks. Better.
He wants the realtor's attention to be on him. Him and no one else.
"Excuse me," the daddy says, breaking away from the conversation at last.
Katsuki stands up and turns just in time for the larger man to grab his arm and haul him into the office.
He shuts the door behind them and releases Katsuki, exhaling heavily, as if he's trying to calm down. Katsuki leans against the enormous oak desk, hands resting against the edge and body on display, smirking at the other man. His cock is clear as day, pressing against the material of his slacks.
It's fat and juicy and could probably hold an industrial-sized shampoo bottle without any problem. When it twitches, a soft moan slips through Katsuki's lips.
"Listen," the realtor says, voice heavy and husky, "maybe we can do this later, yeah?"
"Later?" He's never been one to play innocent well, but the realtor is paying more attention to his chest and the bra under his shirt than to his feigned ignorance.
"Shit," he breathes, hands reaching, then stopping short. "No. Okay, look, maybe we can go on a date or—?"
"A date," he deadpans. Katsuki has dated before, sure, but he's not all that interested in having a relationship. Friends with benefits? Sure, okay. With this daddy, that's a fuck yes from him, but going on dates? No. No way. He wants to be free to fuck whomever he wants.
The redhead nods, tongue poking out to lick his plump lips. "Yeah," he whispers, voice raspy. "A date. I'd date you. Definitely."
"Oh, you would, would you?" he snarks, crossing his arms over his chest. He grins, all teeth, knowing he's hiding exactly what the daddy wants to see.
"I'd absolutely date you. Please," his words are almost sweet, a tinge of desperation to them, "please let me date you."
Even Katsuki's caught a little off-guard by that. The man's not just asking him out—he's asking Katsuki's permission for a damn date. Fucking hell.
"I don't do dates," he mutters, scowling and lifting his chin, trying to get the older man to pay him more attention—him, not his chest. Not his thighs. HIM. "I don't even know your fucking name."
"Eijirou," he says quickly. "It's Eijirou."
He scoffs at that. "Whatever."
"What's yours, sweet thing?" he asks, finally reaching forward to cup Katsuki's cheek. Now he's actually looking Katsuki in the eyes, his own wide and uncertain. They’re pretty. Red, like Katsuki’s, but not as dark. Innocent. Sweet. Guy’s probably a service top, and that thought has Katsuki’s stomach fluttering in delight.
"If you do a good enough job, I might tell you." He's definitely not planning on telling Eijirou anything.
This is supposed to be anonymous. Feelings, dates, names... that shit isn't worth his time. But if this Eijirou guy is good enough, Katsuki will at least get his phone number. He leans forward, running his fingers over Eijirou's broad, plush chest.
As he trails his fingertips across the edge of the wife beater under the pale blue button-down, he flicks his gaze upward. It takes all of his effort not to outright laugh. Katsuki has read a lot of porn—and watched it—in his lifetime. Like, a lot. And right now...
Right now, Eijirou looks like a horny alpha in rut. His pupils are blown wide, his lips parted to reveal his teeth, and his chest is heaving with desire and—Katsuki assumes—the restraint it's taking him not to jump Katsuki then and there.
Katsuki hums and leans closer, testing the waters, toying with him and seeing just how much he's willing to take before he breaks. He brushes his lips over the other man's ear and murmurs, "If you want me, you're gonna have to win me. Unlike Jasmine, I am a fucking prize."
Eijirou inhales sharply, his body going rigid. He groans, almost snapping, but not quite. He leans forward, as if to grab Katsuki, but stops himself just before making contact—right when someone knocks on the door to the study. And that earns a near-feral growl from the man.
Katsuki shivers at the sound. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe this daddy could be more than a FWB. Maybe he could actually—
Another knock, this time louder. The door opens. Fucking Eijirou didn't lock it.
Idiot.
The woman who interrupted them in the kitchen glares and pushes her glasses up her nose. "This is highly unprofessional, you know."
"Open house is closed," Eijirou retorts, voice low and dangerous. "Get out."
"Excuse you!" she huffs, crossing her arms and glaring. "I am not going anywhere!" Her voice is fucking shrill and annoying. It's an instant boner-killer, and Katsuki wants to slap her for it.
He settles her with the coldest, bitterest glower he can, but she just snorts at him.
"I'm not scared of you," she says, jabbing a finger in his direction. "In fact, you should be scared of me! I know the owners of this property, and I know for a fact they wouldn't condone this behavior. In fact, I'm gonna call them right this minute and have you fired!" Her gaze sweeps to Eijirou.
Katsuki's stomach clenches.
All he wants is sex, not to make some extra lose his job—even if he is a total daddy. So, he steps back, hands up. "I was just leaving. Don't want this shit house, anyway."
As he walks by the woman, Katsuki can't help but wonder what the fuck he's doing. He has never backed down from a challenge before. Never. He always faces them head-on, always dives in to take down whatever's opposing him. This time, though... well, this time, he doesn't want the hot realtor to lose his job. It's stupid and weird, but...
But he's not gonna be the reason Eijirou loses out on such a big sale. If he could afford the property, he'd buy it just so the two of them could fuck, but—
A hand grabs his wrist, stopping him mid-step. "The open house is closed, ma'am," Eijirou says, voice firm and heavy with authority.
He continues with, "As for knowing the owners, you'll also know, then, that I've been babysitting for them since their kids were teeny things. I've known them my whole life. They are, after all, my aunt and uncle."
The woman balks.
Katsuki smirks. Well, well.
That's absolutely a game changer, and in the best possible way.
Katsuki stays where he is, letting the daddy hold him in place—for now.
"Your aunt and uncle," the woman says, frowning. "I don't... I don't believe..."
"In fact," Eijirou continues, "I think I'd remember meeting you if you actually knew them. Now, tell me, what's my aunt's name? Or my uncle's? Come on. If you know them well enough to get me fired, you should know their names."
The woman scowls, but doesn't respond. Instead, she steps away. "I—my mistake." That's all she says.
Without another word, she bolts.
Eijirou chuckles, the sound dark and possessive as he pulls Katsuki back into the room. "Now, kitten," he says, tracing his fingertips over Katsuki's jaw, forcing him to look upward, "I'm gonna go get rid of everyone else. You're gonna wait here for me."
It's not a question. Katsuki's cock tenses, half-hard. The authority this man oozes is more than enough to work him back up after that little encounter—no matter how frustrating it was. He’d gone into this assuming the daddy would be a subtop, but as his luck would have it, he’s very much in charge.
And Katsuki doesn’t mind at all.
"Fine," he rasps, throat tight. "Just fucking hurry. I ain't gonna wait around forever."
Eijirou flashes him a rather predatory grin before slipping out of the office, snapping the doors shut behind him. Beyond, Katsuki can hear him rounding people up and asking them to leave. He's curt and professional, but there's an edge of warning to his voice.
It's not his fault that he finds it so goddamn hot. Katsuki's used to being in control, even when he bottoms. He's used to getting his way, being spoiled, being the center of attention and having everything go exactly to his plan—but right now? Right now, he's hot as hell for Eijirou taking control of the situation.
He slides his hand down his pants and palms his cock through his thong. The lace is rough enough to make the stimulation feel nice, but soft enough not to scratch him. He sighs, stepping back to lean against the desk.
He waits, hand stroking his weeping cock. God, he can't fucking wait for Eijirou to wreck him. The more he sees of the older man, the more he likes the thought of seeing him again. And maybe, just maybe, he'd be willing to go on a date with him. ONE date.
Maybe.
That's a big step, though, and Katsuki can't be sure he's going to like the redhead outside this context. Sex with a stranger—a hot one, no less—is miles more intriguing than sex with someone he has to get to know.
What if the idiot wants to go out for something gross? What if he doesn't like spicy food? Oh, shit. What if he's messy? Not, like, in the bedroom, but in general?
Fuck. That would be a deal-breaker, hands down.
It's not worth the effort. Katsuki wrinkles his nose, but before he can talk himself out of the idea of a date entirely, the door opens.
Eijirou hums softly as he adjusts the collar of his shirt. "Thanks for waiting, kitten."
Right. "The fuck else am I gonna do?" he snaps back, arms over his chest again. Normally he'd be more in control of the situation, but something about how Eijirou carries himself has Katsuki questioning his own ability to maintain authority over the redhead.
As Eijirou steps closer, his expression hungry—predatory—Katsuki realizes that he might have misjudged who, exactly, has been in control all afternoon.
Eijirou invades his space, pressing closer. Warm, large hands run up Katsuki's sides, his thumbs slipping beneath the hem of his shirt. Searing skin brushes over Katsuki's, and he has to resist the sudden urge to press closer.
Soft lips draw nearer, but before they can so much as skim over Katsuki's neck, the blonde pulls away. He smirks as he tilts his jaw up.
Eijirou is taller than him, but that doesn't stop Katsuki from looking down his nose at him. "Want me? You gotta work for it."
"Hmmm…" Eijirou leans in and tries once more to press his mouth to Katsuki's skin. Fingers tighten around Katsuki's hips, squeezing nearly hard enough to leave bruises. He pulls the blond closer. "I cleared the house out, and there's a damn good chance I might lose the listing, but sure. Keep playing coy and see what happens."
Katsuki huffs. "Thought you're related to the owners?"
Eijirou laughs lightly against his neck. "Nope. Now, pretty thing, show me what you're hiding." He gingerly slides his hands higher, letting the hem of Katsuki's shirt fall back into place. His fingertips trace along the bottom edge of the bra, sneaking higher to Katsuki's nipple.
His breath hitches, but with the desk behind him and Eijirou caging him in from the front, there's nowhere left for him to go.
Eijirou finally presses his lips to Katsuki's throat. Warm breath cascades across his skin, prickling goosebumps to life. At the same time, fingers roll over his nipple. Lace drags across the sensitive bud, and he shivers at the sudden jolt of pleasure ricocheting through him.
His cock twitches, already half swollen.
Eijirou groans as his hips stutter forward, seeking friction. "Fuck. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you."
"Shut up."
That earns a tender, low laugh. "Not one for compliments?"
"Fuck off, asshole." Katsuki's fingers knot into the back of the crisp button-down the other man is wearing, a clear sign that he doesn't mean what he said.
Eijirou's tongue slips out to lick gingerly at Katsuki's throat. "That's too bad. I like complimenting people who deserve it."
"You don't know a thing about me," he rasps.
Eijirou's left hand slides down to cup Katsuki's ass. He squeezes, kneading the flesh before continuing down to Katsuki's thigh. He raises it, drawing his leg up and around Eijirou's hip so the taller man can slot against Katsuki's crotch.
The heat from his groin drives Katsuki crazy. His eyes roll back, fluttering shut as Eijirou lightly ruts his hips forward. He thought his cock was big before; now, with it hard and pressed to Katsuki's hip, he knows better. That cock is massive, and Katsuki's not even entirely sure how he's going to take all of it.
The thought thrills him, though. A little pain never hurts—not if good sex is the result.
Eijirou continues his ginger assault on Katsuki's nipple and throat, kissing and rubbing him in ways that make his breath catch in his chest. His vision goes hazy when Eijirou's left hand sneaks back down to knead at his ass again.
Something about being so completely encased like this has Katsuki's blood running hot. He needs more than light touches and gentle teasing. He wants to be ruined, taken here on the desk, fucked until he's a drooling, gasping mess.
His hand inches higher until his fingers brush over the short ponytail. He wants to untie it so he can grab the tresses and tangle his fingers through them. He wants to be able to pull Eijirou's hair, feel the daddy gasp and fight back beneath his palms, but before he can manage, Eijirou pulls away.
His pupils are blown, and his lips are slick with spit. Heaving breaths make his enormous barrel chest rise and fall as if he's just run a marathon.
"Naked. Now, kitten. Let me see all of you."
"Bossy," replies Katsuki with a sneer.
A broad hand trails up his chest to grab him gently by the throat. Eijirou gives a light squeeze, nothing hard enough to make Katsuki worry—just enough to show he's the one in control. "Now, now, kitten. Be good for me."
Katsuki opens his mouth to retort, but Eijirou drags him forward into a bruising kiss. Whatever he planned on saying vanishes as that hot tongue pushes into his mouth. Warmth spins around him, and Katsuki finds himself clawing at Eijirou's shirt once more. He scrambles to get control again, but as the kiss deepens, he knows he's already lost.
The hand around his throat vanishes before pressing against his flat stomach. Eijirou only breaks the kiss long enough to pull Katsuki's shirt up and off. He unwinds the scarf and tosses it aside.
"What? Not gonna tie me up?" Katsuki snarks.
"We barely know each other," Eijirou mumbles against his mouth. "Maybe another time. Right now I have to be inside you, or I'm gonna lose my fucking mind."
Katsuki smirks. Maybe he still has some power after all. Just not the kind he's used to.
But before he can act on that power, Eijirou's hands are on him again. Greedy palms grope his chest, and those dark eyes drag lower. A breath punches from Eijirou's chest. "Kitten."
The bra is one of Katsuki's favorites. Black lace and nothing more. Simple, beautiful, and perfectly suited to his chest. The matching g-string will probably give Eijirou a heart attack when he sees Katsuki's erection straining against the soft, sheer lace.
Hot lips are on his neck again, and Eijirou pushes him backward until he's sitting on the desk. Mumbled words follow: "You got condoms, kitten?"
"Yeah," he grunts. "Wallet. Back pocket."
Those greedy fingers work downward, grabbing and groping every inch Eijirou can get his hands on. He moans as he kneads Katsuki's ass again, this time dragging him forward just far enough to dry hump him.
Katsuki hisses as Eijirou's erection rubs over his groin. Pleasure zips up his spine before dripping back down to pool, hot and coiling, in his cock and balls.
"Need lube," Eijirou mumbles, finally stepping back enough to strip off his own shirt. "Here, baby. Use this as a pillow."
"Hah?"
Honestly, Katsuki's head is muddy from the lingering heat of Eijirou's touches. He wants nothing more than to be fingered open and fucked. It takes a few seconds for him to realize what Eijirou's saying. He grabs the shirt and hops off the desk.
Eijirou barely gives him enough room to turn around. He crowds closer, as if trying to guard Katsuki from prying eyes, even though they're entirely alone.
It's actually kinda hot, being treated like this, like he's a treasure to be guarded.
He bends over, presenting his jean-clad ass to the redhead. A firm hand lands on his backside, and Katsuki gasps.
"Fuck! Don't—"
"Sorry," Eijirou breathes. "I couldn't help it. Fuck, you look so good like this." A finger curls under the g-string, and Eijirou snaps the band against Katsuki's hip. "So, so good."
"Just get inside me already."
"Yeah." There's a dryness to his voice, a breathiness that suggests Eijirou can't believe this is happening.
Katsuki can't quite believe it himself, if he's honest.
Eijirou reaches around Katsuki's hips, pressing his erection between Katsuki's ass cheeks as he does. He pops the button on Katsuki's jeans and slides them off his hips inch by tantalizing inch. The entire time, he keeps his hips pressed flush against Katsuki. The heat from his body is driving him insane.
Fuck taking this slow. He can't stand it. He needs that dick—now.
Katsuki shoves his jeans down and pulls the g-string aside, showing off his waiting hole. "If you go any slower, I'm gonna die from boredom, old man."
Eijirou's hand drops to Katsuki's cock. He squeezes, and Katsuki groans at the sudden pressure around his aching dick. Precum wets the front of his underwear, and Eijirou leans in close to whisper, "I doubt that, kitten."
Okay, so the bastard's right, but Katsuki doesn't care.
"Thought you wanted to be in me?" he rasps, tilting his head just enough to peer into Eijirou's eyes. "Thought you wanted me naked."
Eijirou groans and humps Katsuki's ass. One hand stays wrapped around Katsuki's throbbing cock, acting like a cage, while the other toys with the string of his underwear. Lips drag over the shell of Katsuki's ear before he murmurs, "No lube. Don't wanna hurt you."
"Then just—"
Before Katsuki can finish the sentence, Eijirou gives another hard humping thrust. He releases his hold on Katsuki's cock and drops to his knees. Hands grip Katsuki's ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Heat from his mouth rolls over Katsuki's tender flesh, and he represses a shiver as Eijirou's tongue first rubs over his asshole.
It's hot. Really hot. Warmer than any other tongue he has ever experienced, but he doesn't give a fuck. It feels incredible. It's slick and wet and strong, just the right amount of give in it to feel fantastic as Eijirou pushes the tip inside.
Katsuki moans, resting his forehead against his arm. His fingers clutch Eijirou's shirt as the realtor eats him out. His tongue pushes in and pulls out before swirling around his sensitive rim. Again, he pushes in, his thick tongue working deeper and deeper.
It rubs against the sensitive insides of Katsuki's ass, and he gasps as the very tip strokes his prostate. Another stroke follows, this time firmer as Eijirou shoves his face deeper, reaching as far as he can with his tongue.
Pleasure zings through Katsuki's mind as Eijirou works his prostate until his chocking on his own moans. His skin burns, his nerves tingle. He’s alight, alive, and it’s all Eijirou’s doing.
He pulls away then, leaving Katsuki trembling.
"Name, kitten." His voice sounds deeper, richer—more commanding. More demanding.
Fuck. Katsuki swallows hard, trying to focus on what's happening. A hand reaches around and squeezes his cockhead. Fingers work his dick free from the panties, and Eijirou slides his hand up and down slowly. Precum slicks the tip, and every slippery brush of that thumb over it has Katsuki shuddering.
"Kitten. Tell me your name, or I stop."
"Ka-Katsuki," he breathes. "Shit. Please, just… just keep going. Please."
"Katsuki," Eijirou murmurs. "God, that's sexy."
Katsuki's about half-ready to turn around and shove the asshole's face back between his cheeks when Eijirou dives in to continue his feast. Saliva drools down between Katsuki's thighs as Eijirou eats him out, sucking and licking and kissing his asshole until it's tender and loose.
He pushes a finger in alongside his tongue, working his spit deeper. The initial stretch burns, but each time Eijirou rubs his finger over Katsuki's prostate, the burn lessens. Pleasure steadily builds replacing it, making him tremble with need.
His cock bobs between his legs, precum drooling down the length.
Eijirou pulls his mouth away, replacing his tongue with a second and third finger. In he pushes them, and as he pulls them out, he spreads all three bit by bit, working Katsuki open a little at a time.
"Please," Katsuki gasps. "Fuck. Need you. Don't care. Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." The words shake in the air around him as he chants them over and over again.
"Shhh. Shhh. I've got you, kitten." Eijirou stands, but his fingers continue opening Katsuki up. His other hand keeps working Katsuki's aching dick, pulling more precum free from the tip. He's leaking everywhere, his cock so wet that Eijirou's hand makes lewd noises as he strokes him off.
And then, much to Katsuki's horror, the hand disappears.
"No. No! Get back here, you fucking piece of shit!" He reaches around behind himself, trying to find Eijirou's hand. "Fuck! FUCK YOU!"
Fingers slide out of Katsuki's ass. He's shoved back against the desk. "Stay still."
The command is cool but not cold. Firm, but not cruel. Eijirou rustles around, and a few seconds later, Katsuki realizes he's putting a condom on.
Thank god he just replenished his spare in his wallet.
Then he hears something slick, and Katsuki's cock throbs as he realizes that Eijirou is using his precum to slick up his cock.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. Oh my god. Do it, do it, do it."
Eijirou keeps one hand pressed against the small of Katsuki's back as the other grips his hip. "Kitten, you have no idea what you're asking for."
"I don't care!" he bellows. "Fuck me!"
The head of Eijirou's cock presses against his ass, and Katsuki's eyes roll. His lips part, and he hangs in sexual purgatory, waiting… waiting… waiting…
Then, finally, the moment breaks. Eijirou pushes forward, his cockhead popping past the rim of Katsuki's asshole. The stretch is incredible. It burns, but in the best possible way. As Eijirou sinks into him, Katsuki's mouth works uselessly. Sounds emerge, but they're nothing close to words. Mostly, they're whimpers and whines. Soft moans follow as Eijirou rubs his lower back, helping him relax.
"Shhh. I've got you, baby."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." It's all he can manage to punch out. The word spins around him, his legs shaking as Eijirou finally, finally bottoms out.
So full.
So.
FULL.
Katsuki whines, his ass clenching subconsciously around Eijirou's fat, heavy cock. He's shaking all over from the exertion of taking something so big without any real lube. At least Eijirou seems to know what he's doing. He lets Katsuki rest and adjust for a few long seconds.
Slowly, the daddy bends over Katsuki's back, pressing his chest to naked flesh.
The bastard is like a fucking furnace. Heat washes over Katsuki's skin, and bit by bit, he stops shaking.
"Ready, kitten?" The words brush over Katsuki's cheek like a promise.
He turns his head, glaring at Eijirou with tear-damp eyes. He doesn't have to say anything; hell, he's not even sure he can at this point. But Eijirou, thankfully, seems to know he's ready.
Slowly, he pulls out, keeping his body curled over Katsuki's, as if he's protecting him. As if he's mating with him—not fucking him like a man, but rutting with him like a wild beast. He stays, hunched over Katsuki as if he's going to bite the back of his neck, as if threatening to scruff him and keep him in his place.
Katsuki whimpers at the thought as Eijirou's heavy cock drags out of him before pushing slowly back in. Eijirou alternates longer thrusts with slow, deep ones that own Katsuki's very soul. Every thrust takes him higher and higher. It’s so fucking good.
Knew he’d be good. Holy shit. Knew it.
Eijirou's cock is so fucking fat that it stimulates his prostate even when the redhead isn't thrusting. Just clenching around him makes Katsuki's knees weak.
He moans, spreading his legs wider, hoping maybe that'll help.
It does, in a way, because Eijirou seems to take that as an open invitation to fuck Katsuki senseless.
His pace picks up, and Katsuki scrambles to grab the edge of the desk.
PLAP, PLAP, PLAP echoes through the room. Faster, harder, deeper. Fuck. White-hot pleasure rockets through him. Fire lights his nerves, his skin, his entire being. He’s pleasure, and pleasure is him. Katsuki has never known pleasure like this before.
Behind him, Eijirou lets out grunts and sighs every time he fucks deeper.
Heat burns through Katsuki's limbs. His entire body feels stretched like a rubber band. Something inside him wells warmer and warmer, and pleasure sings through his veins and nerves. Sparks dance behind his eyelids, and he whimpers again as Eijirou plunges deeper still.
"So beautiful," he grunts out. "Shit, Ka-Katsuki. Gonna make you mine. All mine. No one else can ever have you again."
Katsuki's jaw drops. A hot hand wraps around his throbbing cock. The pleasure burns bright. Close. He’s so close. It won’t take much more. With a few practiced twists of his hand, Eijirou sends him over the edge. The heat burning through his abdomen explodes outward as his balls draw up, emptying his seed all over the side of the desk.
Eijirou moans roughly as he thrusts harder and faster, working Katsuki through his orgasm.
"Fuck, kitten. I—"
His hips stutter. His thrusts lose their rhythm, but he keeps fucking deeper and deeper, rutting against Katsuki like a wolf during mating season. Teeth dig into Katsuki's shoulder, cutting off a deep, rumbling moan as Eijirou finally stills, his cock bobbing inside Katsuki's ass as he empties himself into the condom.
Finally, at long last, Eijirou releases his bite on Katsuki's shoulder. "Fuck," he mumbles. "S-sorry, man. I just…"
"Man? The fuck happened to kitten?" Katsuki smirks over his shoulder. He actually maybe kind of likes that nickname, how soft it is, how it makes him feel.
Eijirou laughs, standing slowly and running a hand over his head. Loose strands of hair frame his sweaty face. "I, uh… yeah. Just… got caught up in the moment."
"Tch. Whatever." Katsuki pushes himself up from the desk. "Get your dick outta my ass. I gotta go clean up."
"Oh. Um, yeah! Hey, maybe… if you want? We could…" He trails off. "Never mind."
Katsuki rolls his eyes. He winces when Eijirou pulls out, glad to see the condom didn't break—but it is full. Like really full. He swallows, his mind racing at the thought of being filled without a condom.
"So, uh… is there anything I can… you know… do to help?" Eijirou asks awkwardly.
"Tie that shit up and carry me to the bathroom," Katsuki replies. His gaze flits between the full condom and the naked man in front of him.
Nude, Eijirou is a sight to behold. Katsuki was right. The fucker has tattoos on both forearms. He's built as fuck, and black hair—trimmed and neat—dusts his chest, stomach, and groin. He's absolutely fucking beautiful.
Shit. I can't let him get away.
It’s a thought he never once expected, but… well… he doesn’t hate it.
He needs another good fuck like that. Literally as soon as he can get it. Shit. Maybe he can break his personal rule, just this once, just long enough to get fucked stupid a few times. Besides, he's fucking starving. "And you're taking me out tonight."
"Wait, what? I am?"
Katsuki grunts, gathering his clothes. "Then we're fucking again."
"Oh. Shit. Yeah. I'd like that."
"Duh. Now c'mon. I feel disgusting."
Eijirou loops his arms around Katsuki and lifts him effortlessly.
As Katsuki is carried out of the office, his heart flutters. He leans against Eijirou’s chest, letting his eyelids drift shut. He can't explain what changed, but maybe… maybe going on a date with this idiot won't be so awful.