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“Red Riot?” The receptionist asked, her eyes flicking up from her computer. Eijiro nodded, fidgeting nervously. He, Hanta, and Denki had just finished filing their police report, and had swung by the hospital to pick up care instructions for the fourth and absent member of their crew. The four of them were split between two different agencies, so the chances they got to work together were few and far between, and it figured something would go wrong on one of those rare occasions.

On paper, the mission the day before had gone more or less without a hitch, but Katsuki probably wouldn’t agree. He’d taken his eyes off the target for one crucial second, and that was all it took for the villain’s tail to catch him, toss him aloft, and smash him into the ground. The concussion that resulted wasn’t life threatening, but enough to warrant a visit to the hospital. He, of course, insisted that he was fine, and Eijiro had had a hell of a time getting him to stay at home and rest. He may or may not have had to call in a favor from Ms. Bakugou, one that involved Katsuki’s baby photos, but the important thing was that he was taking it easy for at least a week.

“Here you go,” the receptionist said, holding out a short stack of papers titled ‘Concussion: Adult’, “Down the hall, third door on the left. Doctor has a few words for you.” Eijiro nodded, thanked her and set off down the hall. After a brief and unsuccessful attempt at flirting, Denki followed, rubbing the spot on the back of his head where Hanta had smacked him.

“What do you think they’re gonna tell us?” Eijiro asked in the silence of the hospital hallway as the three men made their way to the specified room, “You don’t think it was a lot worse than- ”

“Calm down, Ei,” Hanta interrupted him, patting his shoulder, “I’m sure he’s fine. It’s kind of a miracle that he’s made it to twenty-two without an injury like this.” Eijiro sighed and nodded. He still worried, though. Despite years of the two pro heroes dating, there was always the worry that one day, something would go wrong, and one of them wouldn’t come back.

“It’s probably just bonus care stuff.” Denki reassured, flicking the sheaf of papers as the three men reached the designated room. The door was open and a doctor was sitting at her desk, typing away at her computer. Before Eijiro could even knock on the doorframe, she was gesturing to three chairs, which pulled themselves out for their guests.

“Take a seat,” she said pleasantly, “I’ll be just a moment longer.” The three sat and were soon presented cups of tea that seemed to be moving under their own power. Eijiro watched as the woman typed rapidly with one hand, gesturing with the other. She had incredible control over her Quirk to be able to move things without looking at them. A moment later she swiveled away from the monitor to fix a look on the three heroes. “Cellophane, Red Riot, and Chargebolt. Pleasure to meet you.” The doctor shook each of their hands in sequence, then looked at Eijiro, who sat between his two friends and work associates. “How is Ground Zero?”

Instead of Eijiro, it was Denki who cackled and answered. “Pain in the ass like usual, insists he’s fine. Lover boy over here had to talk to his mom to get him to lay low today.” He elbowed Eijiro in the ribs, hard, but a moment later he was the one rubbing at the newly sustained injury to his elbow, swearing under his breath. It was almost like he forgot what Eijiro’s Quirk was. Eijiro shot him a look, then redirected his attention to the doctor.

“He’s alright. Little delirious, little lightheaded, mostly pissed off. Light and noise are bothering him, but if he wasn’t lying to me over text, he’s been sleeping most of the day.” The doctor nodded along as he spoke, her eyes skittering away from Eijiro’s whenever their gazes met. Was she…Blushing? Eijiro felt his heart sink. He felt really bad when fans got crushes, what with-

“Are the rumors true about you and Ground Zero?” The doctor asked suddenly after mulling over the information Eijiro had given her. He rolled his eyes and slumped forward in his chair, almost spilling his hot tea in his lap.

“Rumors? We made out on national television. It’s pretty official, doctor.” Instead of that flash of disappointment he’d been expecting, the doctor’s face broke into an expression of relief.

“Good. That’s good. Now then,” she sat up straighter and rustled through a few papers on her desk, “Looking at Ground Zero’s medical record, his psychoanalysis shows some…Instability.” Eijiro’s skin prickled, but Hanta gripped his forearm hard, pulling him back into his chair. He hadn’t realized he was standing up. The doctor had, and was holding up a halting hand. “It isn’t a judgment on his character, he’s a fine hero. Merely…A concussion can have adverse effects on one’s brain.”

“Well yeah, it’s…His brain smacking the inside of his skull, right?” Hanta interjected, miming an impact by patting the back of his head, right in the spot Katsuki had sustained his blow. The doctor nodded.

“It can change one’s personality, and can upset an…Unstable balance of emotions. Stimulation of parts of the brain can help, but use of the brain needs to be limited.”

“That’s why he’s not allowed to read or watch television right now.” Denki added. As an aside, he leaned over to look at his two friends, grinning. “I’m actually pretty good at all the brain stuff. Comes with the territory.” He tapped his temple, then set a little spark hopping from his head to his index finger. He looked at the doctor. “Certain parts of his brain need to be stimulated if we want to keep him off the deep end?” The doctor nodded, then indecisively shrugged, expression saying she was looking for the right words.

“The parts of his brain in charge of processing pleasure need to remain active while he’s recovering, or he may suffer bouts of manic depression.” Eijiro inhaled sharply through his nose, going rigid. He hadn’t realized a concussion was that big a deal.

“Then…We need to keep him happy?” He asked slowly, mind racing. The doctor nodded, but she looked embarrassed again. Why? “So um…Give him the food he likes? Will that stimulate his…Brain I guess?”

“No. Well, yes, that will help, and he does need to eat well for full recovery but that’s not quite what he needs…”

“Uh…Doing stuff he likes? Oh fuck but we- Pardon my language doctor, but we can’t go hiking or work out…And video games are out…” A little frustrated growl formed in the back of his throat, “Why does he only like sporty and athletic things?”

“He’ll just need…Um…Pleasurable stimulus.” The doctor interjected. Eijiro looked at her, frustration mounting.

“Got that part, but how do I do that if it’s not food and if we can’t go out and do the stuff he likes?”

“Not…That kind of stimulus.” Her words were coming more quietly and shaking now, and she was definitely embarrassed by something. Eijiro’s brow furrowed, and he held up his hands in a shrug.

“What kind?”

“Um…P-pleasurable…”

“We just went over this, we can’t-”

“I-I mean something that you can do. At home. In his bedroom.” Eijiro stared at her, eyes wide, brows almost touching over the bridge of his nose, and shrugged again.

“What do you- ”

“Oh my god Ei, she means sex,” Denki finally burst out, exasperation dripping from every word, “Fuck, man, how does Katsuki put up with you? You’re so dense.”

“Side effect of your Quirk?” Hanta put in, grinning. He looked at the doctor, speaking on behalf of Eijiro, who was staring at the ground between his feet, obviously mortified, either by what a medical professional was prescribing or by the fact that he hadn’t picked up the hint. Possibly both. “Lover boy here just has to give sexual stimulus to Ground Zero? Doesn’t sound too hard.” The doctor nodded. When she spoke, her voice sounded relieved.

“Physical activity needs to be avoided for at least a week, though, so he shouldn’t be…Straining himself.”

“You get to literally sex him up without him doing anything.” Denki stage whispered to Eijiro, causing the man to blush even deeper than he had been. Denki snickered, but he looked pleasantly at the doctor. “Is there anything else we should know about his injuries?” The doctor smiled and pointed at the packet of care instructions that Eijiro was busy crumpling into a ball in his tightening fists.

“Anything else you need should be in that packet. I just wanted to speak to Red Riot about the…Details of Ground Zero’s care.”

“Well then,” Hanta said, finishing off his tea and standing, hauling Eijiro up next to him and giving a little bow, “Thank you very much. We’ll call if we have any questions.” The doctor nodded and the three young men saw themselves out.

“Oh. My. God.” Denki whispered once they were in the hallway, “It’s like the plot of a bad porno!” He stopped dead in the hallway, dramatically spreading his hands into front of him, as though setting a scene for a shoot. “Picture it; young and unsuspecting victim of a traumatic brain injury languishing at home alone only to have one of the current top heroes burst in, feed him some red meat, and then take care of his red meat, if you catch my drift.” He winked at Eijiro and Hanta, who had stopped to listen to him. Eijiro looked like he wished he hadn’t.

“If you talk about this to anyone I swear there won’t be- ”

“Oops, already texted Mina.” Hanta said with a wide smile, pushing his phone back into his pocket. Eijiro groaned.

“You two are the worst.” The three of them reached the automatic doors at the front of the hospital and strode out.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t going to enjoy it.” Denki singsonged as he turned his strides back toward the agency office. He was on night duty, along with Hanta. Eijiro waved off the teasing jibes from the two of them off as he walked toward his motorbike. As soon as he was out of sight, he let himself smile a bit, though he knew his face was still burning.

Maybe just a little bit.

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Eijiro took a deep breath, steadying the nerves he’d been trying to quell since leaving the doctor’s office. He glanced into the plastic bag he was holding for the umpteenth time, just to make sure he had everything. He knew he did. He knew, in excruciating detail, everything he had with him. He wasn’t sure how to do this or how it was going to go, so he’d come prepared with everything he might need. Shaking his head and cursing at himself, he dug around in his hip pocket for his keys, and let himself into his and Katsuki’s apartment.

“Katsuki?” He called softly into the dark entryway, glancing down and executing a simile of a tap-dance to walk in while avoiding stepping on Katsuki’s jumbled collection of shoes. A sound halfway between a groan and a growl came from where Eijiro knew the bedroom was. A little smile grew on his lips as he shut the door behind him and kicked off his shoes, walking as quickly to the bedroom as he dared, what with the sun having set and all the lights being shut off, and swinging open the door.

He heard something before his eyes could focus in the dim light to see anything; the faint crackle and burst by burst reporting from a police radio. From the volume, it sounded like Katsuki had it tucked in bed with him. Eijiro paused in the doorway, letting his eyes adjust. When they did, he saw that his boyfriend was nestled under a pile of blankets in the middle of their bed, face displaying irritation and discomfort despite his closed eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Eijiro asked softly, walking over. He set the bag on the ground and sat on the edge of the bed, then rummaged around for the radio. He found it next to Katsuki’s pillow and ignored the quiet but vehement protest, turning it off. Katsuki looked awful; he had a day’s growth of stubble roughening his jaw, and when Eijiro ran his hand through his hair, it came away slightly greasy.

“I feel like hell. Brain’s all fuzzy. Head hurts. Mood swings. Turn my radio back on.” Katsuki muttered in short bursts, concussion apparently making him less eloquent, but not putting a damper on his abrasive personality. His eyes opened slowly to look at Eijiro, gaze unsteady and appearing as though he was having a hard time focusing on the other man. Eijiro shook his head, but gave a little encouraging smile and leaned down to give him a quick kiss, noticing that he was slightly feverish. Katsuki mumbled something in return, something that sounded a little like an apology for bad breath. Eijiro grinned and waved it off. “Radio,” Katsuki repeated, “I can’t use my eyes or brain and I’m starting to feel like you.”

Eijiro let out a mock insulted gasp and laid a hand against his chest. “I brought you food and this is how you treat me?” A moment later he chuckled and relaxed, pushing Katsuki’s bangs off of his face. “You hungry?” When he got a nod in response, he pulled from the bag a hodgepodge collection of foods recommended by the care packet he’d received. He’d get to the…Other points of treatment in a bit, but truth be told he was still trying to think of the best way to pose the suggestion to his partner. Katsuki was a very abrupt person, one who didn’t like to leave things in other people’s hands, and Eijiro knew all too well how he might take the order to lay still and enjoy himself. And of course, Eijiro didn’t want to admit it, but he was embarrassed. Just a little.

“Alright I’ve got steak and spinach and avocado, and some nuts and- Whoa whoa whoa babe sit back down.” Eijiro planted his palm in the middle of Katsuki’s chest and pushed him down when the young man tried to sit up, proving Eijiro’s unspoken but overarching point, “You just lay there, I’ll take care of you.”

“I’m not a little kid,” Katsuki said around gritted teeth, trying and failing to sit up against the pressure of Eijiro’s hand, “I can fucking feed myself.” Truly, his explosiveness didn’t seem to have taken nearly as hard a hit as his head, and Eijiro almost had a hard time believing he’d suffered a traumatic brain injury. Yet, the doctor’s words about mental instability came to the forefront of Eijiro’s mind, and he pushed back a little harder, until Katsuki was laying back down all the way.

“I know you can, but let me do this, okay? Let me take care of you.” He gave a big smile, one that grew larger when the fight faded a little from Katsuki’s eyes. He looked away, pouting in the way Eijiro knew better than to call pouting.

“Fine.”

“Great! Alright open up!” Eijiro had read enough sappy and idealistic shojou manga to know that feeding one’s significant other was supposed to be a very loving and intimate activity, but all his could focus on was that fact that he seemed to have forgotten everything he ever knew about using chopsticks, trying desperately not to miss Katsuki’s mouth, and panicking every time he saw his boyfriend’s Adam’s apple jump, fearing maybe this time the piece of food had been too large and he’d unintentionally choked a top hero to death, and not even in the cool way. He tried to push the thought out of his mind and just focus on not dropping food and making a mess.

He was about to start feeding Katsuki the walnuts when the latter held up his hands, brow furrowed, and mumbled around a mouthful of steak. “You’re acting weird. Too quiet.” He chewed slowly and swallowed, not pulling his eyes away from Eijiro’s large and slightly panicked ones. Had he done something off? Had Katsuki figured out, somehow, what their next activity was to be? Was the steak raw? “What’s wrong?” Eijiro’s eyebrows shot up further, and his mouth fell into a small frown, then his gaze skittered off and fixed itself on Katsuki’s hero outfit, hung haphazardly over the back of his desk chair.

“I don’t know what you- ”

“I’ve known you since we were fifteen, I can tell something’s got you on edge,” Katsuki ground out, the longest string of words Eijiro had heard from him since they left the office for their mission the day before. Katsuki extricated one of his arms from the pile of blankets he was nestled in and jabbed at Eijiro’s stomach. Eijiro bit his lip, then recalled how much the habit unnerved Katsuki, what with his razor-sharp teeth, and forced himself to stop. It was no use trying to hide it, they’d get there eventually anyhow. He sighed, nervously fiddling with the package of walnuts.

“The doctor gave me some care instructions for you…” Eijiro began, shifting uncomfortably. It just seemed so lewd and dirty, even if the prescription made sense from a medical perspective. It wasn’t like it’d be the first time either of them had delved into the world of sexual pleasure together, far from it, but this time felt different and weird. Eijiro hated it. And he hated that he was too embarrassed to say it outright. He cleared his throat. “Something a little more stimulating than your police radio.” Katsuki squinted at him, clearly not catching his very vague drift. Folding closed the bag of walnuts, Eijiro leaned down to rustle around in his bag and pull out something very different.

“…Handcuffs?” Katsuki muttered, perplexed. Eijiro nodded, fiddling with the chain connecting the two cuffs.

“I uh…W-well the thing is…The d-doctor- ”

“For God’s sake spit it out.”

“I need to fuck you!” Eijiro blurted, already feeling his face blushing deeper red than the tips of his hair. He didn’t feel like a riot at that moment, more akin to a tomato, perhaps. Instead of narrowing, Katsuki’s eyes shot open. They were still unfocussed, but now had some feeling behind then. “It’s got to do with like…Pleasure centers in the brain? Um…” Eijiro nervously rubbed the back of his neck and promptly forgot everything he’d ever known about the Japanese language and each and every piece of instruction given to him by the doctor. He lifted the handcuffs and forced himself to look Katsuki in the eye, noticing his boyfriend’s cheeks were dusted with a bit of red as well. “I-I’m gonna need you to just…Sit back and…”

After a long moment of tense silence, wherein neither man seemed to know what he should say, Katsuki let out a weak but still barking laugh, and wiggled a little bit more out of his blankets. “You’re a disaster.” He mumbled, unfocussed eyes flicking all over Eijiro’s face. They were both embarrassed, that was pretty evident, but Eijiro could tell Katsuki was intrigued. However, he knew the man well enough to know that if he mentioned such, he’d be leaving with a ringing in his ears and scorch marks on either side of his face. Katsuki’s eyes finally managed to focus, or almost focus, on the handcuffs Eijiro was squeezing tightly, seemingly for dear life. “Are those the Quirk canceling kind?”

“No they’re…They’re just the regular kind. Took them from the office. I-I know you don’t like restraints and we can like totally, one hundred percent not use them but uh…You’re supposed to just sit back and…Um…Let me take care of you. And I know you hate that idea. But please.” While he’d been careful to use euphemisms and vague language (at this point he wasn’t sure he could speak any other way, he still felt the wave of embarrassment and shame hit him, and buried his face in his hands). “Don’t say anything just please go along with it.” In the silence that followed, Eijiro’s mind flashed through possible headlines for the next day’s newspaper; Pro Hero Red Riot Dies of Mortification: Ground Zero Says “Blushing virgin minus the virgin part”. At long last, Katsuki cleared his throat and spoke.

“It’ll make my head feel less gross? ...Get your fucking manly spirit together and do what you have to.” Katsuki gritted out, and when Eijiro peeked at him through a tiny gap between his fingers, the man was blushing harder and looking away. Holy shit. He was looking forward to this. Most people would probably not be able to put that two and two together, given that Katsuki’s pleased face looked a hell of a lot like his irritated face, but Eijiro knew him well enough, had known him long enough, and through enough irritating and pleasurable situations, to tell the two apart. Immediately, the embarrassment drained from him, replaced by a heart pounding excitement. His hands dropped away from his face and he beamed at Katsuki, sitting up rigidly and leaning forward with anticipation.

“For real?” Katsuki nodded, still not looking at him. Osmosis didn’t work like that, but it seemed like all of the blushing and embarrassment from Eijiro had somehow transferred itself into Katsuki. Eijiro let out a breath through his nose, eyes tracing Katsuki’s blanket covered body. He realized, not for the first time that day, that he didn’t know how to do this, but was determined to find out. After all, one didn’t learn nothing after a several years long relationship. He nodded and reached for Katsuki’s blankets. “Are you cold?” He asked, “Because I can definitely work around the blankets.”

“What, and suffocate like a kid hiding from monsters in bed? No thanks. Take them off.” Even in his concussed state, the edge of authority and entitlement was still evident in Katsuki’s voice. Eijiro flashed a thumbs up, then looked curiously at the handcuffs he was still holding. His eyes darted up to Katsuki’s, and he held them up a silent question. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, and then shut.

“Fuck it, why not.”

“Tell me the moment you don’t want them anymore, and I’ll take them off.” Eijiro promised firmly, gently pulling his boyfriend’s wrists together and cuffing them to the top of the bedframe. Katsuki grunted a little in discomfort, and Eijiro was swift to adjust the cuffs and help Katsuki move into a position where his shoulders, already sore from the previous day’s Quirk use- heavy battle, weren’t strained as a weird angle. When Katsuki’s face relaxed again, Eijiro pulled back the mound of blankets, swung his leg over Katsuki’s hips to straddle him, and reached for the waistband of his boxers, pushing Katsuki’s hoodie further up his stomach to get it out of the way.

“Whoa. Wait. Stop.” Katsuki grunted, eyes open again, though half lidded. He stared at Eijiro, who had his hands up and over his shoulders in a gesture of obvious surrender.

“What’s up?”

“You’re just gonna…Go for it?” Katsuki muttered, creases forming around his nose and mouth as he sneered, that horribly derisive, blatantly arrogant, irritatingly irresistible expression that had become a mainstay for Eijiro since high school. At this moment, though, it was less alluring and more perplexing. Eijiro tipped his head to the side. “No...Pomp and circumstance?” Katsuki asked, words coming slowly. Maybe his processing time was messed up from the blow, or maybe his filter had been knocked out of place. Either way, Eijiro slowly picked up on what he meant, and a smile formed on his lips. He pulled a hair tie off of his wrist and pulled his hair up into a ponytail, not breaking his eye contact with Katsuki.

“Like this?” he asked lowly, leaning forward to plant his forearms on either side of Katsuki’s shoulders, their faces centimeters apart, and slowly rocking his hips down against Katsuki’s. The answer, apparently, was yes. That was right. That felt right, but Eijiro was far from an expert in the ways of pleasing a victim of a traumatic brain injury. He wasn’t, however, a stranger to the ways of pleasing Bakugou Katsuki, as given away by the low groan that rumbled through the man’s chest. Katsuki shifted underneath him, pulling his legs up to grip Eijiro’s waist between his knees, and squeezing tight. Eijiro wasn’t sure what, aside from maintaining some semblance of control, the action was meant to do, but he smiled and reached back with one arm to pull his legs back down. “Not satisfied?” Eijiro asked curiously, grinding down into Katsuki again, the man’s legs trembling slightly but staying put.

“I thought…Your job right now was…Satisfying me.” Katsuki said, words broken and brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut. Eijiro had no idea what kind of pain and mess of emotions must’ve been swirling around in his brain, but it wasn’t a stretch in reasoning that sudden arousal would throw a wrench in the whole balance. Hopefully a good wrench. The wrench that tightened the loose pipe and made the machine work the same way again.

“My job, Bakugou Katsuki,” Eijiro replied, pausing to lean back and move his hands from their splayed position on the mattress to slowly running under Katsuki’s sweatshirt, up his stomach, over his chest, and finally to his upstretched shoulders, “Is to pleasure you. I think they’re the same thing.” He reached around and hardened his fingers just a little to press deep and massage Katsuki’s sore deltoids. Sure, it wasn’t the sexual pleasure the doctor had ordered (or at least if Katsuki had a sore-muscle-massage kink he’d certainly never told Eijiro), but he figured it couldn’t hurt. Katsuki looked like he was about to say something, so Eijiro leaned down and kissed his too-hot mouth hard, sharp teeth pulling at Katsuki’s lower lip, letting go only so his tongue could slip past and explore a mouth that definitely tasted like bad breath, now that he thought about it. He didn’t mind to much, and only leaned back from Katsuki growled into his mouth and he faintly heard the sound of small explosions popping from above his head. He looked down at Katsuki’s burning and irate face with approval, licking him lips and raising his eyebrows, silently urging Katsuki to go on.

“Thinking isn’t your strong point, shit for brains,” Katsuki ground out, then immediately looked like he regretted it. Eijiro’s eyebrows went higher, and then he laughed, withdrawing his hands and letting them rest on Katsuki’s chest instead, still hardened and gently pressing at his pecs.

“Did you just try to say ‘shitty hair’ and ‘hair for brains’ at the same time? Because I’m kind of hurt.” As punishment, presumably, he rocked back onto Katsuki, harder than before. Katsuki responded, inadvertently, with something just as hard, causing Eijiro to smile. Good. Progress was being made. His playing at seduction and pleasure were working.

“Leave me alone. I have brain trauma.” Katsuki grumbled, voice giving away that he was trying not to smile. Eijiro rolled his eyes.

“Waa waa waa, don’t be a baby about it.” He quickly pecked Katsuki’s feverish lips before inching down, dragging his hands slowly across full and tensed muscles, down to the waistband of his boxers. “And I could leave you alone but…” He jerked his chin at the handcuffs, then palmed the bulge of Katsuki’s growing erection through his shorts, “Wouldn’t that be super uncomfortable for you?” Katsuki hissed in a breath and trembled, just slightly. The tension in his legs, evident in his tightly curled toes, suggested he was trying hard not to buck up into Eijiro’s grip. Sex could be like a competition sometimes, and Katsuki was never one to back down from a challenge. Chuckling, Eijiro focused his gaze on Katsuki’s underwear, running his fingers up and down the outline of Katsuki’s dick, with just enough pressure to please, but not enough to offer any kind of release. He could imagine the nerve endings sending their tiny messages of pleasure up Katsuki’s body to his damaged brain, and smiled softly. He was doing his job. And he was doing it well, if Katsuki’s increasingly labored breathing was any indication.

“Stop with the dirty talk,” Katsuki grumbled, “’S fucking embarrassing enough already.” He was pouting, Eijiro didn’t have to look up at his face to tell that much.

“Don’t worry about the embarrassing part, just focus on the fucking.” He replied, giving Katsuki a hard squeeze that was sufficient to shut him up, after a string of profane utterances, muffled into his own shoulder a moment after. Eijiro was having a hard time keeping a wide grin off of his face, so he gave up. This was supposed to be fun, after all. More for Katsuki than himself but.

He pressed hard again, slowly letting off the pressure, then wrapped his fingers around the man’s cock as best as he could with the increasingly damp fabric of boxers in the way. Rubbing his thumb over the tip, he stroked his other fingers up and down its length, occasionally reaching with his pinky to stroke at what he could reach of his balls. His other hand was busy fiddling with the waistband of his shorts. Eijiro wasn’t sure when he was going to pull them off. He wasn’t sure about most of this, really.

Sex with Katsuki usually started out with a loud entrance into the apartment, a trip to the bedroom that took longer than it should have, what with the constant pausing to strip off an article of clothes or one or both of them tripping over themselves in their eagerness, then one of them being thrown on the bed, a knee being shoved between thighs, warm and lubed fingers pressing in gently or roughly or however the mood suited them at that moment, stretching and stroking before slipping inside and then it was hot and fast and so mind blowingly good, regardless of if he was on top or bottom, that Eijiro sometimes had trouble recalling how he’d ended up laying, gasping, in a mess of sheets damp with sweat and lube and cum with Katsuki at his side, grinning at him, both their faces flushed. It was times like those that he remembered at inopportune times, whether it be halfway to work and suddenly in the position of trying to ignore a boner while straddling a motorcycle or during an important press conference, where the tightness of his dress slacks didn’t seem nearly as keen at helping him with subtly as the loose fit of his combat attire. The experience of inconvenient erections was one Eijiro was familiar with, and one he was at the moment trying to ignore. This was about Katsuki.

His hand seemed to have coaxed Katsuki into a full blown hard on, and the man was swearing again, looking at Eijiro with half lidded and expectant eyes. Eijiro beamed and removed his hand, leaning back and fully away, unstraddling his boyfriend and swinging his legs to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Katsuki hissed as Eijiro stood.

“Thought I’d just leave you full mast and see if you could get yourself off with your thighs,” Eijiro said, nonchalant, as he reached for the bag he’d brought with him and pulled out a small box and a bottle of lube, “Nah, I bought a present on the way home. While I was at it I figured why not, ya know?” He said, shaking the box. He felt the blush from earlier creep back to his cheeks as he hopped back onto the bed, straddled Katsuki again, then coaxed his underwear over his erection and off his legs, dropping them to the floor. Katsuki’s dick gratefully sprang free of the fabric and lay hot and heavy against his stomach, tip moist and dripping. Eijiro stared at it for a second, as though it was his first time seeing his partner’s cock. It wasn’t. Far from it. But this time, it was all Eijiro’s, and Katsuki had precious little say in the matter. Finally tearing his eyes away, he nudged Katsuki’s thighs apart and pinned them there with his knees. He set the box down and popped the lid off the lube, moistening his hands and rubbing them together to warm them up. He glanced up and met Katsuki’s eyes, beamed at him again, and wrapped his hand around his cock. Katsuki’s head fell back against his pillow as he swore softly, handcuffs clinking against the bedframe as his fists clenched and unclenched.

Eijiro tightened his grip up Katsuki’s shaft one finger at a time, watching with satisfaction as the muscles in the man’s abdomen seemed to tense in sequence with the added pressure, finger by finger. Fist tightened, he slowly slid it base to tip. He could imagine what was happening in Katsuki’s head; that almost electric tingling of pleasure that started at the front of his brain and moved to the back as he got closer and closer to orgasm. It was a good feeling. Some would argue the best feeling, but to that Eijiro would raise the satisfaction of pulling off a flawless mission. He grinned and sped up, sliding his hand up and down Katsuki’s dick faster and faster, until the man’s hips were bucking up against Eijiro’s weight in time with his ministrations. Eijiro’s free hand pushed down against his hips, holding him in place.

“You’re not making this very easy…” he muttered.

“You’re not making it easy to keep still.” Katsuki growled back, pushing up harder against Eijiro’s hand until Eijiro gently pinched his tip between his thumb and forefinger and he groaned, long and loud, and fell back against his pillows, quivering.

“How often do you do this to yourself?” Eijiro asked, suddenly curious. It seemed to be having a hell of an effect on him. Katsuki’s dick was looking so hard it may have been painful, skin tightening up toward the head, and Eijiro slowed down his jerking movements, moving instead to cup the man’s balls and rub his thumb on the underside of his shaft. Katsuki hissed out a breath before answering.

“Couple times a week,” he answered bluntly, “’S better when you do it.” He bucked up one last time, into Eijiro’s hand. “Or it would be if you’d fucking let me come.”

“Patience is a virtue,” Eijiro singsonged, pressing gently with hardened fingers, dragging his touch over all the spots he knew made Katsuki weak in the knees. Katsuki’s breath hitched and his legs started shaking, harder than before. Eijiro immediately pulled away, watching with fascination as the tremors slowly subsided, and wiped his hands off on the tense muscles of his boyfriend’s thighs.

“Fuck you,” Katsuki said after he caught his breath, “As soon as I can see straight I’m gonna-”

“Return the favor?” Eijiro asked excitedly, perking up and grinning. Katsuki apparently had no argument for that, save a single muted explosion from his left palm, and squirmed beneath Eijiro.

“Hurry the fuck up.” Eijiro winked and gave his hands one last wipe, slowly, and up the insides of Katsuki’s thighs, and then reached for the box he’d set aside before. Katsuki’s eyes tracked him as he did. “What’s that?” Eijiro pulled the top off of the box and held out an object that was very red, very shiny, and vaguely phallic in shape.

“Vibrator!” He chirped, squinting through the dark to find the on switch, and almost dropping his new toy when he finally found it. It was a lot…Stronger than he remembered from the store.

“That’s what you bought.” Katsuki deadpanned, Eijiro looked back at him and nodded, lower lip pinned between his teeth to try and stop his wide smile. “In your hero outf-”

“No I was in civvies, don’t worry,” Eijiro countered, flashing a thumbs up with his free hand, then using that free hand to grip Katsuki’s dick loosely, wiping precum off of his tip with his index finger, “I had on sunglasses and everything.”

“So you looked like a creep in a sex shop.” Katsuki said, ridicule dripping from every word. He looked like he was going to go on until Eijiro pressed the vibrator to his tip. His words died in his throat under the quiet barrage of profanity.

“Anything for you.” Eijiro assured him, reveling in the way his skin grew a deeper and deeper shade of red, like a blush spreading throughout his whole body. He drew the vibrator up and down Katsuki’s shaft, front to back, and back again. Every time he drew it away and brought it back he was rewarded with a rough groan from Katsuki. It was becoming harder and harder to ignore the effects that Katsuki’s reactions were having on him, and he shifted uncomfortably, making sure his boyfriend’s legs remained pinned. The man’s whole body was jittering, and a constant stream of words, part curses, part broken starts of Eijiro’s name, flowed from his lips. And commands. Commands uttered in an increasingly filthy way; Bakugou Katsuki didn’t beg, but he did order. And for the most part, Eijiro was happy to follow his orders.

“Right there-”

“That feels good?”

“F-fuck yeah don’t-Don’t fucking move or-”

He swiveled the tip of the vibrator around the head of Katsuki’s dick and marveled at how quickly he had Katsuki on the verge of orgasming again. He withdrew his toy and flicked it off, dropping it between Katsuki’s legs and shaking his hand rapidly. “Did you know those things make your hands feel all funny?” he asked. Instead of an answer, he got a growl and, after Katsuki’s breathing returned to normal, angry words.

“Let me come, asshole,” Katsuki snarled, “Or else.”

“What are you gonna do, explode me?” Eijiro asked, cocking an eyebrow. In answer, a series of explosions, loud explosions, threatened to melt both the handcuffs restraining Katsuki and the headboard to which they were attached. Eijiro startled backward, but smiled. He leaned forward and caught Katsuki’s scowling lips in a kiss. His partner grumbled into it, but slowly reciprocated, until he had his tongue shoved deep into Eijiro’s mouth. Given his restraints, the man was willing to let him have that dominance, at least. And for just a little while. When they finally broke apart to breath, Eijiro looked down at Katsuki’s unfocused eyes. “How’s your head feeling?” He asked gently. The question seemed to surprise Katsuki, but he answered after a moment’s consideration.

“Better…You’re less boring than a police radio.” Eijiro snorted and leaned away, grinding his hips into Katsuki’s as revenge. Not too hard, though. He didn’t want him to come just yet.

“Gosh, thanks a lot, blasty.” Katsuki sucked a breath in sharply and groaned.

“You’d be… More exciting if you stopped fucking around.”

“But you like the fucking around. It’s the fucking around that’s making your head feel better.”

“Eat my ass, shitty hair.”

“I can do that,” Eijiro said with a shrug, receiving an eyeroll, “But I thought I’d just stick with your dick for today.” To make his point, Eijiro shimmied down Katsuki’s body until his face was between Katsuki’s legs, hands braced on the insides of each of his thighs. They were slick with sweat and lube from before, and Eijiro could tell he was just about at his limit.

That suspicion was confirmed when he slowly ran his tongue up Katsuki’s dick, and, after having barely touched the tip, Katsuki came with a long and relieved moan. Eijiro jerked back in surprise, watching as cum spurted from the tip of Katsuki’s dick and dribbled down the shaft. At last, the tension in the man’s muscles subsided, and he laid relaxed and spent, an occasional tremor running the length of his body. Eijiro smiled gently, and took Katsuki’s dick back into his mouth, face twitching slightly at the unpleasant taste.

“What…Are you doing…?” Katsuki gasped, nostrils flaring as he caught his breath.

“Cleaning you up,” Eijiro mumbled around his mouthful, “Just relax.”

“Oh I’m…Feeling very relaxed…” Katsuki murmured, and by the way his legs no longer pressed against Eijiro’s hands, he believed him. He let go of his grip on his thighs and moved his hands instead to his hips, slowly running is thumbs along the sharp edges of his pelvis. After a moment, Eijiro pulled away, Katsuki having gone completely soft in his mouth. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and scooted himself to the edge of the bed to stand. Quickly and carefully, he picked his way across the dark room to Katsuki’s drawers, pulled out a clean pair of boxers, and returned to the bed to help them onto Katsuki. As he did, the pressure between his legs became an constant discomfort, which must have showed on his face.

“Hey fucker,” Katsuki grumbled, lifting his hips so Eijiro could pull the waistband of his boxers over his ass. Eijiro raised his eyebrows, tugging Katsuki’s hoodie back down to cover his stomach, collecting the vibrator from the sheets, and replacing the cap on the lube. He’d made more of a mess than he’d thought.

“What’s up?” He asked, only to have Katsuki jam his foot in between his legs a second later. His breath left him as a hiss between his sharp teeth, and a little groan in the back of his throat.

“You got a hard on from that? Or just doing some Quirk training?” His boyfriend inquired, squinting at him. Eijiro glanced down. Yeah, it was visible that taking care of Katsuki had lead to a downstairs situation of his own. He smiled sheepishly, pushing Katsuki’s foot away.

“What can I say? My boyfriend’s hot. And…Just once, can I get an erection without you making a horrible and Quirk related joke about it?” Katsuki snorted.

“Pervert.” Eijiro shrugged, giving a look that may have meant, ‘guilty as charged’ or ‘think what you will’. Either way, Katsuki didn’t seem keen on letting him leave like that. “You gonna take care of it?” He asked, “You keep saying you’re gonna fuck me but you didn’t actually-”

“Nah, I forgot to buy condoms,” Eijiro interjected, “And you left the pack you had in the office, remember? I had to explain that to the boss.” Katsuki squinted at him.

“Bullshit.”

“…What?”

“You went to a fucking sex store, there’s no way you forgot,” The chain on the handcuffs jangled as Katsuki pulled himself into a sitting position, “You didn’t get any on purpose.” Eijiro had never been good at lying to Katsuki, so he just let out a little defeated sigh and shrugged.

“It was supposed to be all about you!” He said cheerfully, “Don’t worry about me, I’ll just uh…Go for a quick jerk in the shower? Yeah that-” He groaned and doubled over when Katsuki toed at him again.

“Take care of yourself.” He said lowly, the first real smile Eijiro had seen on him all day spreading across his face. Eijiro swallowed hard.

“Who’s the pervert now?” He asked with a tiny and embarrassed smile as he moved from kneeling to sitting cross-legged, untied the drawstring of his loose athletic pants, and pulled them and his underwear down far enough to pull his cock out. He hadn’t thought that it was possible to get a hard on just from listening to and feeling Katsuki’s reaction to what he was doing, and yet the evidence to the contrary was tangible. Eijiro looked up to find Katsuki’s eyes fixed on him, almost hungry in their intensity. Eijiro beamed at him and tried to push his embarrassment aside. It was sort of silly, after all, considering what he’d just finished doing. Still, it was one thing to pleasure your immobile boyfriend, and quite a different thing to have him watch you jerk off.

Not wanting to bother with the lube, and pretty sure he wouldn’t take long anyhow, Eijiro spat into his palm and gave himself a few quick strokes, biting his lip to keep himself from making any embarrassing noises.

“Teeth.” Katsuki remined him, and Eijiro, dejectedly, let go of his bottom lip, almost immediately groaning. “All’s fair.” Katsuki muttered, not bothering to finish the last of the proverb. Eijiro smiled tightly at him, already feeling the tingling in the front of his skull that quickly moved to the back and hit a crescendo and his breath hitched like it always did and he bucked into his hand as he gave himself one last stroke and then he was desperately wiping at himself and scuttling awkwardly until he fell, unceremoniously on the ground.

“The fuck?” Katsuki muttered.

“Didn’t want to get the sheets any messier.” Eijiro admitted from the floor, catching his breath and reveling in the relief that came with his quick and sloppy orgasm.

“Should have thought of that before.”

“Thinking’s not my strong point, remember, brain trauma boy?” Eijiro countered, wiping himself up with his palm and rolling to his knees to grab tissues from the box on his bedside stand. After wiping off his hands, he hiked his pants back up and hopped back unto the bed, moving to undo the handcuffs.

“That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?” He asked Katsuki, genuinely curious to get his reviews. Katsuki, after rubbing at his slightly chafed wrists, turned his head slowly to look at him, then seized the front of his shirt in both hands and yanked him face to face. After a rough kiss, he smirked.

“Tomorrow, you’re gonna remember to bring everything,” he said slowly as Eijiro nodded along, wide eyed, “And you’re gonna ride me into the mattress, yeah?” Eijiro’s mouth almost dropped open, but he sucked in his cheeks instead, nodding furiously.

“Yeah I can do that.” He assured his partner, who grinned wider and pulled him closer, whispering in his ear.

“And when my brain’s gotten its shit together and I can work up a sweat without feeling like I’m gonna die, I’m gonna return the favor, yeah?”

The comment went straight to Eijiro’s crotch, and he immediately considered that a jerk in the shower might be a necessary addition to his before bed routine after all. When Katsuki didn’t let go, he realized he was waiting for an answer. He smiled, leaned in closer, and kissed his cheek.

“I can’t wait.”

“Good.”

“But you’ll have to get better first. Go to sleep.”

“It’s like eight in the eve-”

“Go. To. Sleep.” Eijiro said firmly, punctuating his words with jabs to Katsuki’s chest. Grumbling, Katsuki allowed himself to be tucked in under a mass of comforters. Eijiro nodded in satisfaction. “I’ll be sleeping in the living room, just holler if you need anything.” Katsuki grunted in response, and Eijiro headed toward the door after snagging his pajamas from his side of the bed. He paused in the doorframe before leaving, and looked back. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He said softly. Instead of a snarky response, Katsuki looked at him for a second, then sighed, then smirked.

“If you’re this nice to me maybe I’ll never want to recover.” Eijiro snorted and rolled his eyes.

“I’m always this nice.”

He walked to the bathroom to a singsonged ‘bullshit’ from his boyfriend.

Chapter Text

“How’re you feeling today?” Eijiro asked quietly as he walked into the bedroom. It was a lot later than he’d planned on being home, but he was sure Katsuki would forgive him and draw a conclusion as to where he’d been, given the smell of smoke and sweat that emanated from him. As soon as he was through the door he stripped off his pauldrons and sleeves, and started fiddling with his mask. “Sorry I’m late, long day.”

“What was it this time?” Katsuki asked over the crackle of his police radio. Eijiro had been unable to hide it well enough that morning, apparently. Still, given all the sleep Katsuki had been doing, he figured he owed him that much, at least. Giving up on the clasps securing the mask to his face, Eijiro undid his belt and stepped out of the article of clothing Katsuki had deemed his butt cape. It was officially called a tasset (his fan website was calling it a belt spat, but when he looked it up it turned out that was a phrase from Star Wars), and he knew it was a tasset, but the phrase ‘butt cape’ seemed to bring a smile to everyone’s faces, so he would tolerate it. Hiking up the bottoms of his combat pants to his knees, he made his way across the room and perched on the edge of the bed.

“Crowd control. Some ass-hat blew up a subway downtown and the rubberneckers wouldn’t get out of our hair. Hey babe can you help me with this?” He turned his head away and point at the back of his head, indicating the clasps holding his mask in place.

“Why don’t you leave it on?” Katsuki said lowly, a suggestive tone in his voice. Eijiro raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder at him.

“You know what we’re about to do, right?” He asked. Katsuki nodded, smirking.

“Most exciting part of my day.”

Eijiro rolled his eyes. “Knock it off, you get precisely one request for every fuck, and you made yours yesterday,” He smiled a little, “Maybe next time, its chafing real bad.” Giving an overly dramatic sigh, Katsuki extricated his arms from the blankets and undid the clasps. It took him a few tries, and Eijiro figured it had to do with his inability to focus his eyes, but eventually it came off into his hands, and he handed it over to Eijiro. “Thanks.” He stood, dug the police radio out of the sheets and turned it off. He then reached under the blankets for Katsuki.

“Whoa- Hold it.” Katsuki protested.

“Up and at ‘em, you’re taking a shower.” Eijiro wormed his arms under Katsuki’s knees and around his shoulders, but Katsuki wiggled out.

“I can walk, asshole,” He grunted, “How do you think I’ve been making it to the bathroom all day?”

“Please, Katsuki?” Eijiro begged, batting his eyes. “Lemme take care of you?” Katsuki’s usual resistance seemed to be diminished, and Eijiro wondered if that was a result of the brain trauma or a side effect from the day before. Either way, he didn’t have to say anything else for Katsuki to give up fighting and allow himself to be hoisted into his boyfriend’s arms.

“Whoo, do you stink.” Eijiro exclaimed teasingly, standing and turning toward the door. Katsuki crossed his arms sullenly over the hoodie he’d been wearing for three days, since he got back from the hospital.

“What’d you expect? If I stand for too long I feel like I’m gonna pass out.” Eijiro smiled sadly and nestled a kiss into his boyfriend’s foul smelling hair. “And it wasn’t like your little episode of pampering yesterday did anything to help me smell better.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Eijiro mumbled, nudging the bathroom door open with his hip and walking in to set Katsuki on the edge of their bathtub. He didn’t turn on the light, knowing that Katsuki’s eyes were still sensitive to it, and instead pulled the curtain on the window open just a fraction, just enough so he could see by the streetlight outside. He knelt and looked at Katsuki, cupped his jaw gently in his hand and turned his head this way and that, then stood up and looked at the back of his head. He prodded his skull carefully with his fingers. “That’s one hell of a goose egg…”

“The headache keeps moving from here to here,” Katsuki interjected, pointing at his forehead and drawing his finger back to where Eijiro cradled his head, “Where my brain hit my skull and where my skull hit the ground.” Eijiro nodded and crouched again, staring through the half-darkness into Katsuki’s eyes. One pupil was significantly larger than the other, and they were both tired and bloodshot. He had the full list of symptoms to look out for memorized by this point, and even though the effects on the man’s eyes were to be expected, he felt his heart flip a little.

“How are you feeling today?” Eijiro asked again, realizing he’d hadn’t gotten a response before. His tone conveyed that he was talking about more than the fuzzy feelings in Katsuki’s head or the headaches that came and went, but about the mood swings and physiological instability the doctor had warned of. By the way the fire faded from Katsuki’s eyes, replaced with just a tinge of fear or concern, Eijiro knew his meaning had gotten through.

“I was…Really sad right after you left for work,” Katsuki admitted, looking away from Eijiro and down at his clasped hands, hanging between his knees, “Like stupid sad. Hated it. Kept trying to tell myself you’d be right back and that made sense but my fucking brain just…Wouldn’t…” He sniffled loudly and alarm ran through Eijiro. He ducked lower to look up at Katsuki’s face, then dropped to his knees and shuffled forward until he bumped into the wall of the bathtub and could wrap Katsuki in a hug. After a second, Katsuki reciprocated, and clung tightly.

“It’s okay…”

“No, it wasn’t. Because then I got…I got so fucking mad at you…I wanted to kill you, actually kill you, for just one second.” A shiver raced down Eijiro’s spine. Throughout the years, he’d gotten used to the death threats; he knew they were fake, and accepted them as Katsuki’s bizarre way of showing affection. To hear him say that, just once, it wasn’t a joke, was terrifying. But he couldn’t hold that against the man. “Ei, I’m sor- ”

“Shut it.” Eijiro snapped, then more gently continued, “It wasn’t you, it wasn’t real, okay? I know you don’t want to hurt me.” He leaned back to hold Katsuki at arm’s length and look over his tear streaked face. “Okay? Don’t apologize. Your brain’s all out of whack, but we’re gonna fix it, okay? You’re gonna get better.” Katsuki stared at him, then gave a tight smile and nodded.

“It’s just…Fucking scary,” He tapped his temple, “Like…What in here is real and what isn’t?”

“I’m real,” Eijiro assured Katsuki with a sharp toothed grin, still speaking softly. He drew his hands away from Katsuki’s shoulders and pulled the man’s hands up to rest against his chest, hard and warm and with a strong and steady heartbeat, “And I’m not going to leave again. I’ll take the rest of the week off-”

“You can’t do th-” Eijiro pressed a finger to Katsuki’s lips and grinned wider.

“To borrow a phrase from you, babe, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” Katsuki scowled, but Eijiro could tell he was relieved. Eijiro’s fingers drifted from Katsuki’s lips to his jaw, rough with three days growth of beard. “You look like Eraserhead. Want me to give you a shave?” Katsuki nodded, and Eijiro pushed himself to his feet to grab Katsuki’s razor and shaving cream from the counter and stride to the light switch. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.” He warned, flicking on the lights.

He returned and knelt in front of Katsuki again, opening the lid on the shaving cream and dipping his fingers into it. He set the container and razor on the edge of the bathtub and reached to draw his fingers along Katsuki’s chin and jaw. His eyes were squeezed tight and he was white-knuckling his knees.

“’S feels weird.” He muttered, tilting his head to the side so Eijiro could lather up the left side of his face. Eijiro smirked and slowly drew his hands down the man’s jaw and under his chin, tilting his head up.

“Really? I think it’s kind of sexy.” He watched the muscles in Katsuki’s neck flex as he swallowed, and felt the rumble of his voice in his fingers as he spoke, voice taking on a teasing tone.

“Awakening to a new kink?” Eijiro laughed, high and loud. Too loud, from the way Katsuki flinched backwards.

“Maybe…” Eijiro answered, much more quietly. If they hadn’t been shut, Katsuki would’ve rolled his eyes at that, Eijiro knew. After one last swipe around the lower half of his face, he wiped his hands off on his forearms and reached for the razor. “If you didn’t insist on shaving with a straight razor this would be so much easier…” He grumbled, grabbing Katsuki’s chin tightly with his left hand. “Do not move an inch.” As answer, Katsuki said nothing, didn’t nod. Eijiro carefully drew the blade of the razor down Katsuki’s cheek and along his jawline, moving more slowly than he ever did when he shaved. It was weird trying to do it for someone else. The way Katsuki tensed under his fingers was nerve wracking, and he had to fight the urge to withdraw the blade and check for blood every couple of seconds. The worst part was shaving the underside of his chin, being so close to the man’s jugular and all. He slowly, ever so slowly, drew the straight razor across his skin, swipe after swipe, until he’d scraped off every last trace of shaving cream. He let out a sigh of relief and let go of Katsuki, standing and walking to the sink to replace the shaving cream and razor in their place. He flicked the light back off and came back to Katsuki.

“That took so long.” Katsuki grumbled, but he gratefully ran his hand across his chin.

“The margin for error was too big.” Eijiro said with a smile, kneeling again to pull Katsuki’s hoodie off over his head. He expected more resistance to being stripped, but supposed that after yesterday, Katsuki’s boundaries and threshold for embarrassment may be lower and higher, respectively. He supported Katsuki with an arm around his shoulder as he shimmied his boyfriend’s boxers off, then stepped out of his own pants and shorts.

“Up you come,” Eijiro said, hooking his arm under Katsuki’s and across his chest, lifting him to a stand, then stepping with him into the shower. He drew the curtain closed and cursed quietly about how much darker it instantly got. He looked at Katsuki, who shook his head.

“I’m not letting you shower me with my eyes closed,” he said with a low voice, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. Eijiro cocked an eyebrow and adjusted his arm around Katsuki.

“What are you afraid of? That I might do this?” To punctuate his sentence he pinched Katsuki’s ass, hard, and braced against the recoil that followed. Katsuki thrashed against him, angry sputtering and explosion from his palm reverberating through the shower. “Shhh…Sorry, I won’t do it again. Don’t move so much…”

“Listen up fucker…” Katsuki hissed, but the anger didn’t quite reach his voice.

“Hmm…I’m listening.” Eijiro mumbled, tucking his chin into Katsuki’s shoulder as he reached past him with his free arm to turn the water on. It was cold at first, but warmed up in a moment. Katsuki spluttered a little bit, having been surprised by the sudden spray of water. Eijiro gently kissed his neck and shoulder as Katsuki shivered, stiffened, but eventually relaxed back against Eijiro. His boyfriend stumbled under his weight before catching his footing and holding him steadily. “How good’s your balance?” He asked softly against Katsuki’s skin. He felt Katsuki shake his head.

“Don’t let go of me.”

“I know I’m irresistible.” Eijiro said with a smile, nipping his boyfriend’s neck gently. Katsuki jittered.

“Ei if you let go of me I’m gonna fall and conk my head and die. You’ll have to carry my naked body out of here.”

“Shit, guess I’ll hold on tighter, then.” Eijiro said, an edge of concern showing through his teasing tone. He hugged Katsuki harder from behind, fumbling with his free arm for the shampoo that was supposed to be on the shelf right behind him. It was, it just took a second to find by feel and when he did he almost knocked it off the shelf and out of reach. Crisis averted, he grabbed the bottle and brought it in front of him and Katsuki, flicking the top open and proceeding to shampoo Katsuki’s hair with his free hand. He shivered, realizing Katsuki was the only one completely under the warm spray of the shower head.

“We should never have sex in the shower,” he decided, “I’m freezing my ass off.”

“Well I feel gr-” Katsuki’s interjection was interrupted by more spluttering, this time from his attempts to spit shampoo out of his mouth.

“Maybe keep your mouth shut.” Eijiro suggested, nudging his head under the water and rinsing the soap out of his hair. Katsuki, wisely, said nothing. And continued to say nothing as Eijiro scrubbed him down from head to toe, careful not to let him slip. When he finished, he shut the water off and helped Katsuki step out of the shower. He pulled his towel from the bar by the shower and dried his hair, then wrapped it around him and guided him to sit on the floor.

“Hold on a second. My turn.” He said, stepping back into the shower.

“Are you gonna keep your promise from yesterday?” Katsuki asked from the floor outside the shower. Eijiro chuckled.

“Yeah? Of course?”

“Good. Hurry up.” Eijiro rolled his eyes, then sucked a sharp breath in through his nose when he went to scrub at his face. His mask had chafed worse than usual, and he wondered if he hadn’t checked its fit well enough that morning. Whatever the case, the soap smarted. It also took longer than usual to scrub off the grime and smell of smoke from his day at the office, despite Katsuki’s urging for him to hurry.

He decided, while he was at it, to take advantage of the warm water running down his body, and kicked a foot up on the shower shelf. With a deep breath meant to force him to relax, he pressed his middle finger into himself up to the first joint, trying to work himself loose. If Katsuki was really that eager he doubted that he’d want to wait for Eijiro to finger fuck himself open, but there was a limit to how quickly he could do it.

“What are you doing in there? Writing a novel?” Katsuki demanded, and suddenly the shower curtain was yanked open. Eijiro whipped his head around to look over his shoulder, eyes huge and met with a stare from Katsuki that, like his own, was half embarrassment and half surprise.

“N-not exactly,” Eijiro said, frozen in place, middle finger buried in his own ass up to his knuckle, “I am… Uh…Busy, though?” Katsuki’s eyes slowly drifted from Eijiro’s face to his hand and back again. He grinned and turned the rest of the way around, still sitting on the floor with his towel wrapped around himself. He leaned his forearms against the edge of the shower and looked up at Eijiro expectantly.

“Don’t mind me.” He murmured.

“The floor’s gonna get all wet,” Eijiro protested, nevertheless withdrawing his middle finger and adding his index along with it. He snorted with laughter, then grunted a little at the added stretch, “And you say I’m awakening to a new kink.”

“This isn’t new,” Katsuki contested, settling his chin on his arms, gaze fixed firmly on Eijiro’s ass, “I’ve always liked watching you finger yourself.”

“You are…Filthy.” Eijiro muttered, scissoring his fingers inside of himself and squeezing his eyes shut. Relax. His arms were sore from a hard day of work, and the stretch of reaching behind and into himself was pulling at his muscles unpleasantly.

“Yeah but you love me.” Katsuki assured him. Eijiro mouthed his words back at him, movements overexaggerated. He pushed harder, arching his chest forward to try and get a better angle and press in deeper. Either his arms weren’t as long and flexible as they should’ve been, or he should just give Katsuki the honor of working him loose every time he wanted to be on top. Not this time, though. It was all about Katsuki. Besides, on a mere technicality, Eijiro would be on top. And Katsuki seemed to be enjoying the view. “Spread your legs more.”

Eijiro obliged as he pumped his hand in and out, now with three fingers. He paused and spread his fingers apart, shivering and the strange sensation. Not matter how many time he did it, it still felt weird. Breeze just wasn’t meant to go there. Bringing his fingers back together, he stroked the tense muscles clamping on his hand until they relaxed enough for himself to press his hand into himself with minimal resistance. By the time he was able to comfortably stretch himself open a number of inches, Katsuki was looking so impatient and turned on that Eijiro took pity on him and shut off the shower without bothering to wash his own hair first. He withdrew his hand from himself, stepping out of the shower, drying himself quickly and grabbing a head band from the counter to hold his bangs back from his face. He replaced his towel on the bar and reached down for Katsuki’s. When he pulled it away, his eyes fixated on Katsuki’s crotch, on his full erection. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at Katsuki, amused.

“Was I that good?” Katsuki licked his lips and nodded, managing to look seductive and predatory despite his blush and vulnerable position sitting on the bathroom floor. Eijiro grinned and squatted, lifting Katsuki again and heading to their bedroom. He set Katsuki on the edge of the bed and grabbed lube, condoms, and the handcuffs from their nightstand. He jostled Katsuki as he jumped up on the bed to straddle him, and inhaled sharply when he did.

“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out toward Katsuki. His boyfriend caught his hand and pushed it away.

“I’m not gonna break, shitty hair.” He protested. Eijiro smiled, relieved, and held up the handcuffs, a question on his face. Katsuki’s unfocussed eyes scanned over them, then he shrugged and held out his wrists. Eijiro, gleefully, almost, shuffled further up his body to fasten his hands together and to the bedframe. “Eventually you’re going to have to bring them back to the office.” Katsuki pointed out as the handcuffs rattled into place. Katsuki, with the help of Eijiro, shifted until his arms were at a comfortable angle, then slid down until he was laying flat against the bed.

“You sure? I don’t think they’ll want them back,” Eijiro said with a smile, tearing open the foil wrapper of a condom and rolling it down over Katsuki’s dick, “The handcuffs have seen too much.” He squirted lube into his palm and slid his loose fist down Katsuki’s length, then arched his back to slip his slick fingers into himself again. “Which way you want me facing?”

“You don’t think they can return to their life of hold criminals after getting a taste for pro heroes banging?” Katsuki asked, snickering. “As great as your back is I wanna see your face when you come.” Eijiro nodded and spread himself open with two fingers, then sank back slowly, taking Katsuki into him centimeter by centimeter. His breath hitched at the initial discomfort, the sting that came with any kind of penetration, but as he sank further and further his skin heated up and he stretched to accommodate Katsuki’s width. He sank the last bit with a long groan, tensing around Katsuki’s cock. He leaned forward, forearms on Katsuki’s stomach, as he adjusted.

“It certainly wouldn’t be as exciting,” He answered Katsuki, giving him a tight smile, “We leave a lot to live up to.” When he looked at Katsuki’s face, the man was looking at him with half lidded eyes, bottom lip pinned between his teeth, face flushed red. Eijiro’s smiled grew as he ran his hands up Katsuki’s body to cup his face. He stretched and caught the man’s lips in a kiss, a slow and gentle kiss, hot from Katsuki’s fever and from their proximity. Eijiro tensed around Katsuki and was rewarded with a low moan against his lips that he swallowed eagerly.

He pulled away from Katsuki’s mouth, shifted backward and then dragged his hips forward again. He braced his arms behind him, gripping Katsuki’s thighs for leverage. He continued the slow and fluid motion; sinking back on Katsuki’s dick, slowly and carefully lifting himself with a forward slide, and sinking back down. The motion traveled up his body as a long and smooth wave of rolling muscle, and Eijiro found with satisfaction that Katsuki’s eyes were having a hard time finding a place to look; his gaze darted from his rolling hips to the smooth undulation of his abdominals, tensing in sequence as he moved, up to his broad chest, flushed red with arousal, still wet from his shower, and up to his face, smiling widely, eyes large and eager, cheeks rosy.

“Does that feel good?” He asked lowly. Katsuki nodded, eyes fixed on Eijiro’s hips. Eijiro glanced down at himself and saw rather than felt that he was starting to get a hard on.

“You’d better make sure you come this time,” Katsuki said to him, and his hand flexed like he wished he could pull away from his restraints to wrap his grip around Eijiro’s cock and stroke him off while he rode him.

“I thought you got off on watching me jerk it yesterday,” Eijiro said with a wink. He gave Katsuki’s thigh a squeeze, then brought that hand up to stroke up his shaft. He sighed and closed his eyes, stroking himself in time with his hip movements. He’d never been particularly good at this position, Katsuki was the one with the magic hips, but his partner seemed either too blissed out or relieved to care. Katsuki started following his motions with rolling hips of his own, causing Eijiro to open his eyes and fix him with a critical stare. He stopped moving and planted both hands on Katsuki’s stomach.

“Hold still.” He commanded, channeling every ounce of crowd control Red Riot he could. Rather than comply, Katsuki smirked and bucked up against Eijiro.

“Make me.” He growled. Eijiro felt a warm wave of fresh arousal travel down his body and pool in his stomach. He grinned and leaned forward hard.

“Fine, if you’re gonna be like- Hrr-” Eijiro’s declaration would have had a lot more power behind it if he hadn’t managed to rub his prostate against the head of Katsuki’s dick on his first hard grind down. His boyfriend burst out laughing as Eijiro righted himself, quivering, and scowled at him. “Fuck you.” He said, trying to stay mad, but breaking into a smile before the curse was even past his lips.

“I thought that was the goal.” Katsuki said with an insufferable sneer. Rather than reply, Eijiro pressed hard against his stomach and lifted himself fully, until Katsuki’s tip almost pulled free, and then slammed his hips down again with a loud and lewd squelching noise. Katsuki groaned and the smirk immediately fell from his face, replaced by a small ‘o’ as he gasped, eyes squeezing shut again. It was Eijiro’s turn to smirk as he raised himself again and repeated the motion. Each time he slammed down until Katsuki was buried to the hilt again, Katsuki’s face grew more and more tense and red. Sweat started beading on his upper lip, and Eijiro was quick to swipe it away with his thumb.

He brought his left hand up again to stroke at himself, trying to keep himself quiet enough to hear Katsuki’s moans. It was hard, though, when he managed to hit his prostate, sometimes twice in a row, to keep silent. Between his and Katsuki’s moans and the slick sounds that usually accompanied sex, he was almost afraid they’d be getting noise complaints from the neighbors again. It’d be worth it, if Katsuki’s furrowed brow was any indication.

“Fuck…Fuck, Ei, fuck I…You feel…Shit…” Katsuki, though not particularly eloquent anyway, seemed to be struggling to complete his sentences. Eijiro decided not to give him the chance to even start them, and leaned forward to kiss him again. The new angle made Katsuki’s cock slide against Eijiro’s prostate with every new thrust, and before he knew it, he was the one moaning into the kiss. “I’m so…So close…” Katsuki muttered against his lips as they pulled apart to breathe. His eyes were open and locked on Eijiro’s. Eijiro smiled eagerly, and sped up his movements.

“Good.”

“Are you gonna be an ass like last ti-” Katsuki’s question died in his throat and his eyes shut again as he came, answering his unasked question. He bit his lip and Eijiro slowed to watch in satisfaction as Katsuki’s orgasm traveled down his body in waves, the muscles in his stomach tensing and his feet scrabbling and jerking across the sheets behind Eijiro. His legs finally stilled, his breathing returned to normal, and he went soft inside of Eijiro. Eijiro lifted himself free of Katsuki and settled on his stomach, tongue pinned between his teeth as he finished stroking himself off. One day, one day, he wanted to time it just right so they could come at the same time, but the statistical unlikelihood of that happening pestered at him. For the time being, he’d just have to be satisfied with groaning and cumming on Katsuki’s stomach.

He shut his eyes, savoring the buzzing feeling of his orgasm as he stroked himself through it, listening to the quiet urgings from his boyfriend. When he came down from his high, he cracked open his eyes to look at Katsuki, who was smiling, satisfied, and watching him with warm, if still lopsided, eyes. Eijiro beamed at him and crawled up his body half a foot until he could stretch and reach the tissues on their nightstand.

“How was that?” He asked as he wiped his cum off of Katsuki and reached behind him to pull the condom off of his boyfriend. It didn’t escape his attention that he probably should have done this before giving Katsuki a shower, but it was too late to undo that now. He tossed the tissues and condom into the trash and kissed Katsuki’s forehead as he stretched to undo the handcuffs. As soon as his hands were free, Katsuki reached up and tangled his fingers into Eijiro’s hair and yanked his head down to kiss him harder and more roughly. Eijiro yelped in surprise, but relaxed a second later and parted his lips so Katsuki could press his tongue into his mouth. His nipped at the man’s lips and grabbed his shoulders hard, kissing back with equal fervor. The two men broke apart with a loud pop, and stared at each other.

“Was that a... ‘You did good, shitty hair.’?” Eijiro asked slowly, smile growing in his lips.

“You bet your ass it was.” Katsuki growled, hands slipping out of Eijiro’s hair and down his back to grope at his butt. Eijiro yelped, but figured after the pinch in the shower that he deserved it. He smiled warmly and rocked back into Katsuki’s hands.

“I kinda did bet it.” He said with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. He laughed a second later, and Katsuki snorted in laughter himself. Eijiro rolled off of Katsuki and folded himself against his boyfriend’s naked body, pulling a blanket form the foot of the bed up over the two of them.

“Already tired?” Katsuki asked quietly, shifting to accommodate Eijiro and rolling onto his side to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. Eijiro laced his arms around Katsuki’s hips and pulled him close, tangling their legs together.

“Unlike you, I wasn’t sleeping all day,” Eijiro mumbled into Katsuki’s chest, fighting a yawn, “And riding a dick really takes it out of you.”

“Did my best to really put it into you.” Katsuki mused, eliciting a snort from Eijiro.

“Yeah, you did. You need to learn to lay still and relax.” Katsuki huffed, but didn’t say anything. Eijiro pressed a kiss to the center of his chest and tried to look up at him without jostling the two of them apart. “I’ll be here all day tomorrow, Katsuki.” He said quietly, “If your brain goes funky, just tell me. I’ll be right here, even if you want to kill me.”

Katsuki’s whole body tensed as he swallowed. When he answered, it was so soft that Eijiro barely caught it. “Thank you, Eijiro.”

Chapter Text

When Eijiro awoke, he found he needed to address two crucial issues; the aggressive rumbling of his stomach and Katsuki’s morning erection pressing into his thigh.

Which to tackle first?

His eyes opened slowly, and when they did he noticed it wasn’t yet light out. He craned his neck to look over his shoulder at the alarm clock on his nightstand and was only partially surprised to see that it read the time as being before five in the morning. After all, he had gone to sleep earlier than usual, and without eating at that. Which explained the cavern opening where his stomach used to be.

He shivered and pulled the blankets, which he noted smelled disturbingly of bodily emissions, around his and his boyfriend’s naked bodies a little tighter. Katsuki stirred at the motion and a moment later he was blearily looking at Eijiro with pupils still unevenly dilated.

“What time is it?” He muttered, pulling Eijiro to himself tighter and burying his face in his chest. Eijiro stroked the back of his head and smiled.

“Too early. Go back to sleep.” I’m wide awake. Eijiro’s stomach growled audibly and Katsuki chuckled.

“Hungry?” He asked smarmily. Eijiro grinned and shifted, pressing his knee against Katsuki’s crotch.

“At least I’m not the one with morning wood.” Katsuki hissed, then angled his head to look up at Eijiro, features still sleep-soft.

“That’s what you get for passing out last night.”

Eijiro growled playfully and nuzzled his face into Katsuki’s hair. “You telling me you wanted to try for a round two last night?” Katsuki shrugged and said nothing more on the subject. Eijiro was close, very close, to closing his eyes and laying in silence until Katsuki drifted off and eventually reawoke. If the man’s mood swings were as bad as he’d said the day before, then the best thing for him would be to wake up in his lover’s arms. And Eijiro wanted to do that for him. Unfortunately, his stomach seemed to have other plans. He sighed. “Are you tired?” He whispered to Katsuki. After a moment, he felt him shake his head against his chest.

“Not really. Been sleeping a lot.” When Eijiro said nothing, Katsuki’s voice took on an edge of suspicion, “Why do you ask?”

“Do you want me to make you breakfast or would you prefer a morning hand job first?” Eijiro blurted out, glad Katsuki couldn’t see his face. He sounded almost composed, but the blush that rapidly overtook his cheeks was a dead giveaway. He supposed that the suggestion shouldn’t make him so embarrassed after so many years, and given that the rest of the week he’d be taking off from work would involve a lot of R-rated suggestions, and yet there he was. Katsuki didn’t seem to mind, if his laugh was any indication. It sent goosebumps blossoming across Eijiro’s skin.

“I’m a lucky man.” He mused, grip tensing on Eijiro’s back. Katsuki’s thumbs rubbed small circles into his shoulder blades.

“The luckiest.” Eijiro agreed, moving his hand from Katsuki’s hair to loop his arms loosely around his waist. As he did, he felt the rumbling of Katsuki’s stomach reverberate up his arms. He cursed mentally. “I should’ve fed you last night,” he said apologetically, “My bad.” He gave Katsuki a squeeze and tried to roll away, to get up and scramble some eggs. To his surprise, Katsuki tightened his grip and held him in place. Granted, Eijiro hadn’t been trying very hard to stand up, but the strength of Katsuki’s hold still surprised him. He must be recovering.

“I’ll take the hand job,” Katsuki mumbled, “Then I’ll take an omelet.” Eijiro smiled.

“Demanding now, aren’t we?” He scooted himself back far enough to worm his hands between the two of them, gripping Katsuki’s hip to pull him up within reach.

“You offered.” Katsuki said around a yawn. They were eye to eye now. There was something irresistible about his sleepy gaze, lopsided as it was. He was a slow starter in the morning, but that suited Eijiro just fine; before he had time to put up the façade of toughness and learned arrogance, before he could bite hard with sarcasm and profanity, he was just a young man whom Eijiro loved very much, and a man who loved him back without censure or the need to defend himself. Eijiro smiled softly and kissed the tip of Katsuki’s nose.

“I s’pose I did.” He said, reaching with one hand to palm Katsuki’s dick gently. Katsuki shivered and sighed with approval. “What were you dreaming about?” Eijiro asked as he slowly felt his way around, not wanting to pull the blankets back from them both, given how cold their room was. The heater didn’t kick on until the time they both usually got up for work. No matter, he could work by feel.

“You,” Katsuki said with a smirk, shutting his eyes and tipping his forehead against Eijiro’s, “And how much of a softy I must be for falling in love with an idiot like you.” A chuckle rumbled in Eijiro’s deep chest as he took Katsuki into his grasp, but he blew a raspberry to show his feigned disappointment.

“What does that make me, then?” He asked, drawing his loosely clenched fist up the length of Katsuki’s shaft. His boyfriend twitched slightly, and Eijiro briefly wondered what kind of effect the stimulus would have on his sleepy brain. Did it make a difference what time they did it? Probably not, but he’d be the first to admit his unfamiliarity concerning neurology. He rubbed his thumb around the tip of Katsuki’s dick and felt how the man’s grip on his shoulders tightened in response. He felt the heat grow in his palms a moment before a set of explosions singed his shoulders, and made the conscious decision not to harden. Katsuki growled.

“Like I said, an idiot. An idiot who doesn’t use his Quirk when he should.” His eyes fluttered open for a moment, giving a critical look to Eijiro, then closed once more. He pressed his hips closer to Eijiro, and the man could feel heat emanating from him. He was feeling good. “Are your shoulders okay?” He mumbled. Eijiro nodded.

“Felt good,” He whispered sunnily, “But what were you really dreaming about?”

“Don’t believe me?”

“Not completely.”

“Hmm…” Katsuki’s nails dug into his back a little. “You, and you were doing something extremely explicit.” Eijiro grinned.

“How does the real thing measure up?” He asked, drawing his palm up Katsuki’s cock with agonizing gradualness. Katsuki bucked into his hand, trying to speed him up.

“No contest.” Katsuki murmured. Eijiro snorted.

“Thought so.” He slid his hand down Katsuki’s shaft again, painfully slowly, tightening his grip. Katsuki was easy in the morning, it wouldn’t take long. He huffed a breath out against Eijiro’s lips. Eijiro slipped his head to the side and nipped at Katsuki’s neck. If he was anyone else, the gentle bite wouldn’t have made a mark, but with his razor sharp teeth, he had to be careful. Katsuki squirmed against him, but didn’t push him away.

“Watch it…” He muttered.

“Sorry.” Eijiro apologized, kissing the rapidly bruising spot. Gently, lips only, he sucked at the bitten skin, running his tongue over it in time with his strokes up and down Katsuki’s length. A hand job didn’t have the same hot and slick feeling of sex, of sex in the pornographic sense that Eijiro’s mind flew to when the word was flung about, but that didn’t seem to bother Katsuki. His hands tangled in his hair and he muttered and moaned into his shoulders, words that Eijiro would have to be paid a hefty sum to repeat outside their bedroom. Tired Katsuki, tired Katsuki with brain damage, was much more free with the praise of Eijiro’s talents.

“Are you staying home today?” Katsuki mumbled against Eijiro’s skin. He’d answered the question the night before, but had no idea how good Katuski’s brusied brain would be with memory. He pulled away from the rapidly darkening hickey on the man’s neck with a wet slurp.

“Yeah…I’ll send the office an email after you- When we’re done.” He said, tongue darting out to run along the flexed muckles of Katsuki’s neck. “They’ll send me paperwork, I’m sure.”

“You hate paperwork.” Katsuki observed, the word ‘hate’ coming out strained and tight, coinciding with a tremor that ran the length of his spine. He was getting shaky. That was good. Shaky meant he was close to unraveling, and unraveling meant climax, and climax meant Eijiro could get up, make them breakfast, and wash the sheets. Not that he wasn’t enjoying himself, but the cloying scent of sex and sweat was getting to him. Maybe it was what caused Katsuki’s less than innocent dream.

“Not as much as I love you.” He said with a smile, kissing a trail up Katsuki’s neck, over his jaw, and to his lips. It was a closed mouthed and pure kiss. Or as pure as a kiss could get when it was given in combination with quickening strokes to Katsuki’s cock.

“That barely makes sense.” Katsuki chided against Eijiro’s lips when they broke apart. He was smiling. Eijiro could hear it. He was smiling and his face was burning and there was sweat on his upper lip.

“I’m not the one with a traumatic brain injury.” Eijiro said wryly, running the fingers of his free hand through Katsuki’s hair. His fingertips ghosted over the wound on the back of Katsuki’s skull, then latched into the hair at the nape of his neck. He tugged, just a little, and kept the pressure there as he swiveled his thumb on Katsuki’s tip, then dragged his hand down to his base on last time, smiling with satisfaction as Katsuki exhaled a long breath through his nose, locked their gazes, and came with a buck against Eijiro. Hot and sticky, Eijiro pulled his hand away and wiped it on the sheet. He then balled up the linens and wiped Katsuki down, shivering as the cool air of the room hit his naked body. It was still before five, still before either would wake up for work.

Katsuki rolled onto his back, eyes closed and a smile of bliss, completely absent of the spite that usually graced his fair features, on his lips. He had his arms folded behind his head, and for a moment Eijiro considered letting him stay like that for a while. Then the smell of cum hit him full force and his nose wrinkled.

“The bed reeks.” He said, sitting up and swinging his legs to the floor. He hardened the soles of his feet, some respite from the chill of the hard wood, and walked to their dresser, grabbing a pair of boxers for Katsuki and tighter fitting shorts for himself. He threw them at Katsuki, who started a little at the sensation of having fabric land on his face. Peeved, he sat up and pulled the boxers on, watching unabashedly as Eijiro moved around their room, pulling on sweats and throwing clothes at him.

“Not my fault.” He said, dressing himself but not standing, Eijiro cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m spoiling you, aren’t I?” He asked, walking over and helping Katsuki to his feet, then giving up and lifting him into his arms. After an initial moment of surprise, Katsuki yawned and nuzzled against his chest. Yeah, he was easy in the morning. Soft. Not as determined to be taken seriously. Perhaps he rested easier in the knowledge that both of them knew they could make life a living hell for the other, that both of them knew it, and that both of them decided it wasn’t worth it. Eijiro’s brow furrowed as he remembered something from years prior.

It has to be you.

He’d fallen mostly out of contact with Izuku after they graduated, aside from the occasional meet ups at press conferences and fancy dinners hosted by the mayor, and wondered why his words were coming back to him then. He looked down at Katsuki, who looked close to dozing off in his arms, and smiled.

“You absolutely are.” Katsuki answered him, looking up and catching Eijiro staring. His brow furrowed. “What?”

“Nothing.” Eijiro said with a smile, turning on his heel and walking down the still dark hallway to the kitchen, where he sat Katsuki down at their table, retrieved a blanket from the back of the sofa, and wrapped it around him. He was about to turn to walk to the fridge when Katsuki grabbed his wrist and pulled him back and down, catching his lips in a kiss. Eijiro returned it, eyebrows arching curiously. When they broke apart, Katsuki was red-faced and not looking at him.

“I swear I’ll pay it all back when I’m better,” he muttered, “I’ll do gross and cute domestic things and…Make you breakfast and do the laundry…And I’ll do some of your desk work and…Everything else.” From the way he wasn’t making eye contact, the meaning of ‘everything else’ wasn’t lost on Eijiro. He frowned, standing up, and crossed his arms over his chest.

Katsuki was a proud man. That pride was what attracted Eijiro to him, he knew. He knew how big a dent being injured and helpless was making in that pride, and he couldn’t imagine the torrent of guilty and self-admonishing thoughts the were even then battering themselves against the walls of his brain. Katsuki didn’t need to pay him back for any of it, he’d do the same for him if their positions were ever reversed, but denying him that wouldn’t do the man any favors. Eijiro nodded and kissed the top of Katsuki’s head.

“I look forward to it,” he said quietly, “And I’m very patient. You’d better not even think about trying to pay me back until your head is better. Got it?”

The harsh tone was hard to maintain around a smile, but he managed, for a full three seconds, to avoid giving Katsuki a dazzling grin. Katsuki looked at him, and his eyes narrowed, and a smirk formed on his lips.

“A top hero giving it anything less than his best? I think the fuck not.” Eijiro nodded with satisfaction and headed to the kitchen to make a very early morning breakfast.

Chapter Text

“What the hell are you watching that’s got your face all red?” Katsuki asked, poking his head out from the blanket he’d ensconced himself in hours before. Giving in to Eijiro’s demands, he’d finally turned off the police radio and taken a nap. But that was an hour and a half ago, he couldn’t possibly sleep the whole day, much to Eijiro’s consternation.

Eijiro had spent the past few days working from home and taking care of his injured partner, and he was starting to see how much the ordeal was bothering Katsuki. He’d had some idea, of course, but actually watching as he tossed and turned, trying to get to sleep, or winced whenever a sound from outside was just a little too loud or, worst of all, watching the way his face fell when the police radio blared with nearby battles and casualties, was heartbreaking. He’d tried his best to distract him, and doing exactly what the doctor ordered at the same time; as far as he could tell, Katsuki’s moods were improving, but whether that had to do with Eijiro staying home with him or with what the two of them had been getting up to in bed and the couch and every other horizontal surface in the apartment, he couldn’t tell. He smiled nonetheless.

“Porn.” He said bluntly, clicking open a new tab. From his peripheral, he saw Katsuki’s eyebrows raise, then drop as he narrowed his eyes.

“Seriously?” He asked, rising, wrapping himself in his blanket, and stumbling the few steps from the couch to Eijiro’s arm chair. Eijiro looked up at Katsuki questioningly, until he figured out what Katsuki’s intent stare at his lap meant and lifted his laptop from its position on his knees. Katsuki flopped down onto him, situating himself between Eijiro’s legs and looking at the laptop that was balanced on his thighs. Eijiro propped his head on top of Katsuki’s and typed into the open search bar. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding.”

“Just looking up inspiration,” Eijiro said with a smile, tilting his face down to kiss the top of Katsuki’s head.

He’d been on the phone with the doctor earlier, giving her a status report on the man’s condition; still sensitive to bright light, but able to comfortably look at screens, sensitive to sound, not sleeping as much. His pupils had finally figured themselves out and were the same size, though his vision remained blurry and unfocused. He could walk on his own, further than he’d been able to before, but still stumbling. Sure, Eijiro had joined him in the shower, but that was more a desire than a necessity. The doctor had told him to keep up the good work, and had ended the call with “Keep him happy, Red Riot.”.

“You didn’t seem to need inspiration earlier.” Said Katsuki, not turning his head to look at Eijiro, but pulling the collar of his own shirt down, showing the array of red and purple bitemarks that marred his already scarred and discolored skin.

“If you knew what my search history looked like,” Eijiro clicked open a video and was immediately treated with a view of a taut and oiled butt, “You’d lose so much respect for me.” He lapsed into silence as the plot of the porno, ambiguous and unrealistic as it was, unfolded; it was a pretty typical setup, following the predictable narrative of a single and very attractive young business owner exiting his private pool to run into the equally stunning, Speedo wearing, swearing up and down he’s straight pool boy. As usual, it took only a seductive glance, a promise of a raise, and a single ‘but I’ve never done it with a guy’ before the two were banging on the pool deck.

“Do we sound like that?” Katsuki asked. On screen the two men, American by sounds of the accents tinting their profanity and dirty talk, were groaning loudly, huffing and grunting with each thrust and bite.

“I hope to God not,” Eijiro said, turning the volume down. It was the middle of the day, and he assumed the sound of loud and aggressive sex was not in the neighbor’s lunchtime plans, “Or we should’ve gotten a noise complaint by now.” They watched quietly as both men orgasmed, quickly redressed, and walked away as though nothing had happened. The screen faded to black and the credits rolled. Eijiro snapped the laptop shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s been a lot of this, Katsuki. The things I do for love.”

“What did you learn?” Katsuki asked, this time tipping his head up to look at Eijiro. His boyfriend tilted his head down in response, meeting his eyes. They were scanning his, as though he expected an answer. The smirk on his lips confirmed that he did. Eijiro rolled his eyes and looked back up, leaning to set the laptop on the floor. He wrapped his arms around Katsuki and nuzzled his face into his neck. When he spoke, his words were muffled by Katsuki’s hoodie.

“I’ve learned that even straight guys keep themselves perfectly waxed and are happy to screw guys if they’re hot enough…”

“Fascinating.” Katsuki said with a smirk.

“And that you don’t actually need to wear condoms because STDs probably aren’t real…”

“Makes sense.” Katsuki agreed, nestling himself further in his blanket. It was a hideous combination of colors, scratchy in the worst way, and smelled faintly of jet fuel. It was a gift from Katsuki’s mother, something she’d made during a team building exercise at her office, and despite the man’s swearing to the otherwise, a treasured possession of Katsuki’s. Eijiro tucked it around his shoulders.

“And most importantly that anal sex can be done with minimal effort, involves limited discomfort, and that everyone exists constantly in a state of being ready to drop trou and take a dick up the ass.” Eijiro finished. “How’d I do, prof?” He asked jokingly, shifting slightly to regain feeling in his feet.

“Why is it that you only sound smart when you’re talking about dumb shit or making a joke?”

“I always sound smart.”

Katsuki snorted. “Your head is stuffed full of manly ideology and limited-edition Crimson Riot action figures.”

“Well right now it’s stuffed full of pornographic imagery. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen today, babe. Did you know you can put a bike pump-” Katsuki surprised him by tilting his head up, reaching behind Eijiro to push him down, and kissing him, hard. Eijiro’s eyes widened, but he returned the kiss, awkward as the angle was. He looked at Katsuki quizzically when they broke apart.

“Between the two of us,” Katsuki said, still looking up, eyes narrowed, “I’m the brains and you’re the brawn. Bad enough you’re stuffed to the gills with filth, I don’t need to be, too.” He kissed Eijiro’s chin and smirked. “Don’t want me getting any ideas before my head’s all healed. Might hurt myself.” Eijiro blushed, but he wasn’t alone. Katsuki’s cheeks were dusted pink, too. Eijiro shook his head.

“Didn’t think you’d get up my ass about it…” He murmured, kissing Katsuki again. Katsuki snickered.

“Actually I was hoping you’d get up my ass about it.”

“You mean-”

“I think your treatment plan is making me hypersexual or somethin’.” Katsuki said, feeling around under the blanket for Eijiro’s hand and pulling it over to his lap. Eijiro, brow furrowed, extended his fingers. They brushed against what felt like a growing erection. He cocked his eyebrow and gave Katsuki a mock accusatory look.

“If you talked half as well at press conferences you’d be the world’s top hero by now.” Katsuki rolled his eyes and pressed himself against Katsuki’s palm. Eijiro could tell the comment bit a little deeper than he’d intended, and changed the subject. “You wanna do it right now?” He asked. Katsuki nodded and wiggled his way off of Eijiro’s lap, dropping his blanket to the floor. He looked down at him expectantly, swaying slightly. Eijiro scrambled up to steady him with his hands on his shoulders, lest he tumble over.

“Are you up for it?” Katsuki asked. He sounded nonchalant, but the way his gaze skittered off was more telling than a neon billboard; ‘you don’t have to do this and I feel like I’m asking too much’. Katsuki, proud as he was, and aware of his demanding persona, would never say it aloud. Eijiro had to read between the lines, but after years together, it got easier. He nodded and squeezed Katsuki’s shoulders, giving a wink.

“Not up for it at the moment but,” he leaned forward and pecked a kiss on the tip of Katsuki’s nose, “I will be in a few minutes. Probably.” He kissed Katsuki again, on the lips, then trailed across his cheek and down his jaw to his neck, nipping lightly at the man’s skin as he wound his arms around his waist and pulled him close. Katsuki wrapped his arms about Eijiro, gripping his shoulders, and tilted his head to the side to give him more room to work.

“You’re being awfully gentle,” he growled, digging his fingers into Eijiro’s deltoids, “For pulling all your inspiration from pornos.”

“Well not all of it,” Eijiro contested, leaning back to look at Katsuki critically, “I’ve got an imagination, you know?”

“And what’s your imagination telling you to do?” Katsuki asked lowly, eyes half closed and challenging. Eijiro gulped. How the man could be so blatant, domineering, and seductive while fighting off the adverse physical and mental effects of a concussion, Eijiro couldn’t fathom. And yet there he was; eyes slightly unfocussed, fever still heating his cheeks, one hell of a goose egg on the back of his head, and the most suggestive look on his face he’d ever seen. Coupled with the way he was grinding their hips together, it was such a departure from his loud and abusive arrogance that the public was treated to that it caught Eijiro off guard. Maybe having sex on a daily basis really was changing up his mind, and Eijiro could only hope it was for the better. Or at the least, that Katsuki was okay with his increased libido. In any case, his moods had been on the up and up, which Eijiro couldn’t complain about. And hey, as long as he was game, frequent love making wasn’t the worst thing they could be doing. Eijiro smirked, trying to copy the alluring tone of Katsuki’s words and actions as he slipped his hands from the man’s waist past the waistband of his shorts, fingertips brushing the curve of his tight muscles.

“My imagination and good sense is telling me to be gentle with a man whose brain smacked the inside of his skull.” Yup. That was sexy. Mention the brain trauma. Katsuki paused, looked at Eijiro skeptically, and snorted.

“You’re ruining the mood,” he hissed, pinching Eijiro, “For God’s sake just play along, shitty hair.” Eijiro hushed him complacently and hardened his fingers, pressing into the taut curve of Katsuki’s ass. Apparently that did the trick, because Katsuki growled and moved his hands from Eijiro’s shoulders to his hips, gripping the jut of his pelvis firmly as he continued rutting against him. Eijiro was close to being up for it. That was a fun and not at all suggestive way of putting it. He dropped his chin to Katsuki’s shoulder.

“Are you cl-” Eijiro started to ask quietly, only to be hushed by a sharp nod from Katsuki.

“I’m good to go.” He replied lowly. Eijiro nodded and withdrew his hands from Katsuki’s shorts, wrapping them instead around his thighs and hoisting him up. Katsuki responded by immediately wrapping his legs around Eijiro and gripping tightly as the man caught his balance and made his way to their bedroom. “If this was a porno we’d just do it on the floor...” Katsuki half grumbled.

“We can’t take all our love making cues from porn,” Eijiro chided, nudging the door to the bedroom open with his foot. He sat Katsuki on the edge of their bed, grabbed condoms, lube, and the recently ever-present handcuffs from the bedside table, and plopped himself on the mattress. Katsuki eyed the handcuffs warily, hand going to briefly rub at the chafing on his wrists. Eijiro felt his stomach fall. It was easy to forget how delicate other people’s skin was, and Katsuki seemed to have gotten a double helping of that fragility. Maybe it had to do with his Quirk making his skin soft, maybe the fact that he was almost wearing gloves and never built up callouses. Either way, Eijiro shrunk back.

“We don’t have to use them.” He said quietly, hands falling to his lap. He was definitely ‘up’ for it now, he noticed passively. “Just so long as you-”

“Sit back and take it without reciprocating.” Katsuki supplied, meeting Eijiro’s gaze with narrowed eyes. He hated it, Eijiro had known from the first that he hated the idea of being pampered. Frankly, using the word pampered to describe it would likely be enough to get him sent to the hospital with third degree burns. Maybe ravished was a better word; the hard R and sharp V more accurately described Katsuki in general, and his bedroom behavior more specifically. Give and take was how it usually went between the two of them, and despite the many promises, Katsuki wasn’t used to taking without giving. He was intense and he was savage and fierce and he could be cruel, but he was fair when it came to Eijiro. Their desks in the office, equally inconveniently spaced from the door, was evidence of that. Eijiro’s brow furrowed. Why was he thinking about that.

“Yeah…” Eijiro said at last, giving a hopeful smile. Katsuki chewed his lip for a moment, rolled his eyes, pulled his hoodie off over his head, and held out his wrists.

“Not as tight this time.” He said. Eijiro nodded and made quick work of binding him to the bedframe. Before he could sit back on his heels to undress, Katsuki wrapped a leg around him and yanked him close, so suddenly that Eijiro lost his balance and careened forward into Katsuki’s chest. After a panicked moment of checking to make certain he hadn’t jostled the man’s head, he looked curiously at Katsuki’s face. He was smirking. “Kiss me.” He commanded.

Eijiro obliged, brushing their lips together, gently at first. He inhaled sharply when Katsuki opened his mouth and drew his lower lip in with his teeth. He nipped lightly, making Eijiro squirm. He was so bad at letting himself be treated. Katsuki’s eyes were open, Eijiro noted when he looked at him briefly, and in them was such desire and intent that he felt heat coiling in the pit of his stomach. How was it possible that just a look was enough to do that? Unfair. Eijiro shut his eyes again and pressed forward, slipping his tongue past Katsuki’s teeth and trying to take the upper hand. Katsuki, hesitantly, backed off. It’s not too hard to assert dominance in a kiss when your teeth are sharp enough to accidentally cause permanent deformation. There had been a few mishaps in the past. Katsuki had the scars to prove it.

When they broke apart, Katsuki was red in the cheeks and lips, jaw tight and looking like it was working around a few choice words. Eijiro sat back on his heels and beamed, pausing to pull off his own shirt and then tug Katsuki’s shorts down. His dick sprang free of the fabric as soon as the waistband was off and over his hips. Eijiro worked the garment off Katsuki’s legs and dropped the shorts unceremoniously to the ground.

“True to porno fashion,” Eijiro observed, “You are not wearing any underwear.”

“Those were my underwear.” Katsuki grumbled, shivering slightly as he lay naked on the bed.

“Then you weren’t wearing pants.” Eijiro said, mock aghast as he popped the lid off of the lube and warmed a decent amount in between his palms.

“Even more to porno fashion.” Katsuki said with a grin. Eijiro chuckled and nudged Katsuki’s thighs apart. He rubbed his hands together one last time before carefully and slowly pressing his fingertip into Katsuki. The man immediately tensed and grunted. His face showed he was trying hard to relax, but the creases on his forehead showed the effort was in vain. Eijiro withdrew his hand and set his palm on Katsuki’s inner thigh, gently caressing his skin. He didn’t say anything, and neither did Katsuki. They stared at each other as Katsuki’s skin flushed darker and darker pink beneath Eijiro’s touch. He shivered whenever Eijiro drew his hands toward his groin, but whether it was from the touch or the chill, Eijiro couldn’t tell. His boyfriend had been more susceptible to cold, more than usual, even, since the accident, despite the fever that came and went. Katsuki thought he didn’t notice little thing like that, but he did. The whole experience was a learning process. Katsuki’s chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, and Eijiro watched his muscles tense in time.

At last, his breathing fell into a regular, slow rhythm, and his thighs, though burning pink, no longer tensed at Eijiro’s touch. He drew his hands lower again and pressed a finger inside Katsuki. This time, though Katsuki tensed slightly, he didn’t make a sound. Eijiro slipped his finger in up to his knuckle and held it there. His other hand continued to ghost across Katsuki’s skin, palm slightly hardened and rough. When Katsuki had relaxed fully around him, Eijiro slipped in a second finger, and watched with a smile as Katsuki shut his eyes and breathed heavily.

“That’s right…Relax…You’re doing real good, Katsuki…” Eijiro murmured, drawing his hand along the man’s inner thigh to his dick, and slowly dragging his fingers up its length. Katsuki quivered in response and muttered something that Eijiro didn’t catch. He tilted his ear toward Katsuki and raised his eyebrows.

“Your hand’s cold.” Katsuki repeated. Eijiro sighed and shrugged.

“Sorry,” He apologized, “Cold hands, warm soul, right?”

“Cold hands, pray for your soul.” Katsuki countered. Eijiro gave a single barking laugh.

The two men lapsed into silence again. Katsuki tilted his head back against the headboard while Eijiro scissored his fingers apart gently within him. Compared to Katsuki’s burning warmth, he figured his hand must feel frigid. He stroked the warm and slick tightness around his fingers, and heard a hum of pleasure in response, spurring him to slip a third finger inside. This was going faster than usual; he shouldn’t be surprised, and he usually wasn’t, that Katsuki had trouble relaxing, but after the initial misstart, the man was easily going soft around Eijiro’s hand. Maybe it was the brain damage.

Pushing his three fingers into Katsuki one last time, and watching how it made the man’s feet skitter across the sheets and caused his breath to leave him in a single, long gasp, Eijiro pulled his hand away and wiped it on the sheets, struggling to undo the drawstring of his sweats with his lube-slicked fingers. He managed, eventually, and wiggled his way out of his pants and boxers as Katsuki watched, not subtly, and licked his bottom lip. It was cheesy and embarrassing, but made Eijiro smile anyway.

If he were a pornstar paid to be looking good while making people feel good, he’d probably run his hands down his thickly muscled and scarred chest, leaving glistening trail in their wake. And he’d probably roll his body a little, maybe give a playful wink and hip thrust in his partner’s direction. Then there’d definitely be a classy line…

But, of course, he was the pro hero Red Riot, paid to keep the public peace and look mediocre at best doing it, so what he did was fumble with a condom, struggle to get it open before using his teeth, accidentally tearing it, and having to repeat the process, all to the much-amused snickering of his boyfriend, who was similarly not being paid to look good. And he simultaneously did and didn’t; arguably the sweat sheening on his forehead and lip were not the most attractive, and neither was the full face of flush, due in part to arousal and part to a fever, but to Eijiro, there was nothing more good looking than having the man he loved eager and waiting for him, sweat and blush and all. The sharp planes and angles of his fighting-fit body didn’t hurt, either.

Instead of a classy line, what Eijiro said aloud while rolling the condom onto himself was “You ready?” That drew and even louder snort of laughter from Katsuki.

“‘You ready?’ What kind of…How did I even fall for you.” Eijiro gave a mock pout as he situated himself on his knees between Katsuki’s thighs and warmed more lube between his hands.

“It was probably my vast intellect and cutting wit,” he said, slipping two fingers into Katsuki again. They went in easily, and he spread them apart with a gentle scissoring motion, “You want to try and give a better line?” He offered, cocking an eyebrow as he took his dick in his free hand and guided himself into Katsuki. He grunted in the back of his throat and closed his eyes, moving his hands to Katsuki’s hips and slowly pressing into him until Katsuki’s ass was flush to his hips. He didn’t move for a moment, feeling how Katsuki clenched around him, giving the man time to adjust. Katsuki shifted, and Eijiro assisted with a lift of his hips. When he’d settling into a comfortable position, Katsuki dug his heels into and bed and pushed himself down on Eijiro’s dick.

The answer to Eijiro’s question was apparently yes, because a second later Katsuki had his legs wrapped around Eijiro’s waist as he tugged him forward. Small explosion burst from his palms, and the handcuffs clinked against the bedframe. He wanted so badly to use his hands, Eijiro could tell. But Katsuki was too proud a man to admit that he couldn’t quite do what he wanted without the use of them. He seemed to be doing just fine with his legs anyway. Eijiro obliged him and moved his hands further up the man’s body, leaning until they were face to face.

Katsuki’s breath was hot against his lips as the man hoarsely whispered, “Now, fuck me until I can’t see straight.” The line was threatening, almost, coming from Katsuki. Threatening and enough to send a surge of heat into Eijiro’s lower body, and yet he burst out laughing and buried his face into Katsuki’s chest to try to muffle himself. The explosions increased in number and volume.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry it’s just…You’re real proud of that, aren’t you?” Katsuki didn’t say anything, but his sulk was audible. “You can’t see straight right now anyhow,” Eijiro giggled, composing himself and pushing back up to look at Katsuki. The man’s face was red with embarrassment, his lip was pinned between his teeth, and he had his face turned away, refusing to meet Eijiro’s eye, “Unless you were lying about how your eyes weren’t focusing earlier.” Katsuki didn’t say anything and Eijiro felt his heart drop. Had he gone too far? The smile slipped off his lips and he feared he’d ruined the mood entirely, but then Katsuki turned his face back toward him and there was a hint of a smile on his lips. A small smile, an embarrassed one, but a smile none the less.

“You gonna let a bad line stop you from fucking me?” He asked, “What about the doctor’s orders?” Eijiro’s face immediately broke into grin again, and he planted his hands on either sides of Katsuki’s shoulders, shifting his knees and hips so Katsuki was in a more comfortable position.

“You’re right. I’m doing this because the doctor said so, no other reason. None,” He slowly drew his hips back until he almost slipped out of Katsuki, “Not a one.” He punctuated his sentence with a hard forward snap of his hips, leaving Katsuki to bite his lip again and shut his eyes, a groan rumbling in his chest. A second thrust had his lip slipping from between his teeth and a mumble of incoherent words spilling forth. Eijiro brought one hand up to cup his face, running his thumb along the man's bottom lip. “It’s the middle of the day,” he murmured, then leaned to plant a kiss on Katsuki’s collarbone, “No one’s home. You can make noise,” He moved to nip at the other side of Katsuki’s chest, keeping a steady rhythm of slow and the fast retreats and thrusts with his hips as he did so, “Tell me how good I’m doing. Tell me how good it feels.” Those almost felt like porno lines, but were a little too close to the border between enticing playboy and eager to please bootlicker.

“It’s good, Ei,” Katsuki, huffed, quietly, breathlessly, somehow still harshly, “Really fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Eijiro asked, grunting as he slammed himself into Katsuki. He nodded and swore, chest heaving as he did so. Eijiro was noticing it didn’t take him as long to orgasm as it usually did and, like many of the recent inconsistencies, assumed it was a result of brain trauma. That made sense, right? Inhibition, mentally, physically, or emotionally, could be lowered by an impact to the body’s operation center, right? Whatever the case, if Eijiro could make him feel good in the short amount of time, that’s what counted. Eijiro slowed his thrusts and gripped Katsuki’s thighs.

“Are you feeling flexible?” He asked, pressing his fingers hard into Katsuki’s legs. The man nodded, but looked suspicious. Eijiro sat back on his heels and pulled Katsuki’s legs up and over his shoulders. If the position was uncomfortable, Katsuki didn’t show it. Eijiro shifted his weight to get a new angle on Katsuki and thrust his hips in again, unable to quell a grunt that rumbled in his chest.

“You too,” Katsuki grunted between thrusts, explosions growing louder and hotter. His palms must have been sweating like crazy. “You can be loud.”

“Yeah?” Eijiro half asked, half gasped, one hand dropping from Katsuki’s thigh to his dick and grasping it in a loose fist. In time with his thrusts, he drew his hand up and down the man’s length. Much to Katsuki’s surprise and thinly veiled delight, Eijiro had proven himself capable, on multiple occasions, of getting Katsuki to come without once laying a hand on his dick. So he could probably do that. But it would probably feel even better for Katsuki if he didn’t. He drew his hand up the man’s length and swiveled his thumb around his tip. Katsuki gasped and dug his heels against Eijiro’s back. His legs were getting shaky, and the encouragement from their tremors was enough to spur Eijiro into a series of faster and harder thrusts, each punctuated with a deep groan from him and a clenched tooth gasp from Katsuki. He felt himself about to come, but wanted to get Katsuki there first.

It was a concerted effort to slow himself down, to draw his hips back gradually, unhurriedly, inch by inch, in just the way that made Katsuki grip him tighter and swear at him to go faster. It was with only a hint of both prior thought and malice that the man allowed his Quirk to harden and roughen his shoulders, just enough to make the ever-tightening grip Katsuki was putting on him slightly uncomfortable. Katsuki relaxed his grip but continued swearing.

“The fuck you-” Katsuki stopped speaking and let out a long and strident moan the moment Eijiro pinched the tip of his dick, then slid his hand down its length, looking him in the eye all the while. Katsuki stared back with the resolve of a man determined not to lose. Not that there was something to lose. But Katsuki was like that.

Eijiro saw the subtle shift in Katsuki’s expression, felt the slight tightening of his legs, and heard the strangled gasp before he was even aware of the warm and wet sensation of Katsuki cumming in his hand. He stroked the man through his orgasm, and resumed the movement of his hips, finally breaking his gaze away to wipe at Katsuki’s dick. He’d gone soft in his hand, but was still obstinately matching Eijiro’s thrusts with gyrations of his own. Eijiro groaned and shook Katsuki’s legs from his shoulders so he could lean forward and tip their foreheads together. He gave a stuttering breath and gasped his boyfriend’s name when he came, noting how Katsuki wrapped his legs around him again, holding him tightly as he rutted against him until he collapsed on Katsuki’s chest, ears ringing and legs momentarily weak. He felt himself go completely soft into of Katsuki but didn’t pull out.

“Katsuki…” He murmured against the man’s chest, brushing a kiss to his sternum and tilting his head up, chin resting on Katsuki’s chest, and smiled at him. “Can you see straight?” Katsuki snorted.

“‘Course not, but you had an unfair advantage.”

“Mhm,” Eijiro agreed, stretching his arms up to undone the handcuffs. He was getting good at doing it by feel, “Super unfair.” Katsuki rubbed his wrists and brought his arms down to wrap around Eijiro. Eijiro yelped when Katsuki rolled the two over them over so he was on top. Katsuki raised an eyebrow curiously, then bit his lip and looked down between their bodies, lifting his ass up and off of Eijiro’s dick.

“Sorry.”

“‘Sokay.” Eijiro assured him, tangling his hands in Katsuki’s hair, both out of fondness and to stop him from moving too much. He was supposed to be enjoying himself and not working. Eijiro gazed up at him with a smile as Katsuki looked down, eyebrows creased but a smirk pulling at his lips.

“You’re being all fricking cute and shit,” he finally grumbled, tugging the man’s hands from his hair and guiding them down to his waist, himself settling back to sit on Eijiro’s hips and idly trace patterns over the man’s defined abdominals, “If you’re trying to take your cues from pornos you’re doing a fucking awful job at it.” Eijiro laughed and Katsuki splayed his hand across his chest in response. It was the little things like that that he did, trying to feel Eijiro’s laugh as well as hear it, that let Eijiro know he was loved, even if Katsuki was bad at showing and telling him so.

“I wasn’t ever really great at learning.” Eijiro admitted with a wink, squeezing Katsuki’s waist. Katsuki nodded but said nothing, hands still spread across Eijiro’s chest. Eijiro was content to remain that way for as long as Katsuki wanted, as long as he needed. He didn’t have anything more important to be doing.

Suddenly, Katsuki’s shoulders hunched forward and his hands clenched into fists. Eijiro’s brow furrowed and his hands slid from Katsuki’s waist to cover the man’s tightly clenched fists.

“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly. Katsuki’s face slowly contorted into an expression of rage and…Guilt?

“I hate this.” Katsuki ground out, eyes shining with tears. He blinked and they began rolling down his face. Katsuki swiped at them angrily, growling. “I feel so weak.” Ice filled Eijiro’s veins as he carefully pushed himself into a sitting position, reaching up to gently cup Katsuki’s face in his hands. Katsuki didn’t stop him, but glared at him through his tears.

“Is it my fault?” Eijiro asked weakly, eyes wide and staring. Katsuki immediately shook his head.

“It’s…This. It’s all this,” He gestured vaguely at his head, “My thoughts feel all scrambled and shit but my body feels perfect? And it’s wondering why I’m not out there doing my job and I feel so useless-”

“Shut it.” Eijiro’s voice came out harsh and sharp as he’d intended, and the departure from his usually grinning self shut Katsuki up immediately. He looked at him with narrowed and teary eyes, sniffling. Eijiro sighed. “You’re an idiot.”

“You are the last person I want to hear that-”

“I said shut it.” Eijiro ground out, pinching Katsuki’s cheeks, hard, and eliciting a yelp. Katsuki’s glare deepened but he said nothing. “You are going to be fine. And your brain is going to get its shit together. And you’re going to be stronger for this.” Katsuki opened his mouth to protest but Eijiro pinched him again. “No you don’t, you’re going to listen and be appreciated and comforted, okay?” Grudgingly, Katsuki nodded. Eijiro let a smile cross his lips as he pulled Katsuki down for a gentle kiss. He held him there after they broke apart, centimeters away. “Getting injured doesn’t make you a bad hero, and having to recover from it doesn’t make you weak. Get that through your thick skull.” Katsuki bit his lip and scowled at Eijiro, then burst out before Eijiro could stop him.

“You’re doing so much to help me and I hate that. I hate that I need to be babied like this. I hate that I can’t just shut myself up and heal by myself and figure it out alone. I hate it.”

“I don’t.” Said Eijiro bluntly, slipping his hands from Katsuki’s face and wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug, pulling him down to rest against his chest. Katsuki’s fists remained balled but some of the tension melted from his shoulders. “I don’t hate it, and I would spend every minute of every single day looking after you if I had to.”

“I-“

“Shush. I know you hate it and it’s gross and embarrassing to say you have feelings but…” Eijiro sighed and started rubbing circles into Katsuki’s shoulders, “There’s nothing manly about lying to me about how you feel.” This time, Katsuki didn’t try to say something in the silence that followed. Eijiro held him tight against his chest and felt the sensation of their hearts beating out of time, listened to their breathing slowly sync up.

“I don’t like feeling useless.”

“I know.”

“And I don’t like being the thing holding people back.”

“You’re not holding me back.”

“And I don’t want to be the weakest link.”

“You aren’t.”

Katsuki lapsed into silence again, for so long that Eijiro wondered if he’d drifted to sleep. Finally, he pushed himself up and looked down at Eijiro. Eijiro looked back up at him and waited for him to speak. But he didn’t. And he didn’t have to. Everything he’d meant to say, everything about reciprocity and trust and owing nothing, was written on his face.

Eijiro smiled softly and nodded. Katsuki gave a stiff jerk of his chin in response and leaned down quickly to give a rough kiss before rolling off of Eijiro and sitting at the edge of their bed.

“If you pull a chair over to the sink I can wash the dishes while you do the laundry.” He said to the floor as he reached for his boxers and pulled them on, then reached behind him for his hoodie. Eijiro smiled and nodded, even though Katsuki couldn’t see.

“Absolutely.”

Chapter Text

It was a Sunday, and the day before Katsuki was meant to visit the hospital to get reapproved for public service, when an unexpected knock on the apartment door interrupted a fervent make out session on the couch. Eijiro sat up immediately, head whipping around to look at the door, a second before Katsuki seized the front of his shirt and yanked him back down, tangling his fingers in the man’s hair again and shoving his tongue into his mouth. Eijiro forced himself away with a wet slurp and looked down at Katsuki, nestled in the cushions of the couch, red in the face, and looking at him with narrowed eyes.

“What if it’s important?” Eijiro hissed, wiping spit from his lips with the back of his hand.

“What’s more important than me?” Katsuki replied, low and quiet. Their apartment complex wasn’t known for its strong soundproofing. Eijiro squinted and dismounted him, swinging his feet to the floor and attempting to straighten his hair out.

“It’s probably just the mailman at the wrong door, I’ll be right back.”

“You’re ruining the mood.” Katsuki protested, but he settled back down, one arm flung over his eyes and the other tucked behind his head. Eijiro rolled his eyes and padded over to the door, self-consciously adjusting his tshirt in a way that he hoped would hide the darkening series of hickies on his neck. Two highly fit and very much in love young men had a tendency to get a little rough. When he, and Katsuki, could eventually return to the agency, he had no doubt that the revealing nature of his hero costume would lead to some hard to answer questions from the boss. Running his hand through his hair one last time, he put on a bright smile and opened the door. His eyes widened when he saw who it was.

“You aren’t the mailman.” He blurted out to Izuku Midoriya, top hero Deku, who stood nervously on his doorstep, a large envelope in one hand and a bouquet of balloons in the other. Eijiro glanced over his shoulder at the couch, but Katsuki either hadn’t heard or hadn’t cared enough to move.

This could be a bad time. Eijiro thought, and silently shooed Izuku into the hallway, following him and carefully closing the door behind him. Potential crisis averted, Eijiro took a second to give Izuku a once over, a once over that was obviously noticed and made Izuku anxiously shift his weight from side to side. The guy had been pretty built even in high school, but with each year of professional hero work, his physique more and more closely resembled that of the young man’s personal idol, All Might. Izuku wasn’t wearing his hero outfit, why would he be? He clearly wasn’t on patrol, and Eijiro noted with a chuckle that he still had the same taste in casual clothes as he’d had four years previously. When Eijiro’s eyes met Izuku’s, it became evident that the other man had been sizing him up as well, although with a much more self conscious air about it.

“Y-you got big.” Izuku blurted, then his already large eyes immediately widened and his face shifted to a deep shade of red and he held up his hands as though he was about to explain himself, but Eijiro waved it off with a grin.

“You grew too.” He said with a smile, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the door. Through it, he heard the faint crackle of a police radio, and assumed Katsuki had gotten bored of waiting for him.

Izuku laughed nervously, looking like he didn’t know what to do with his full hands. He could smile confidently into a camera and deliver speeches that gave shivers to even the most battle-hardened, but it looked like he was still nervous in one-on-one, casual conversations. Probably didn’t help that they hadn’t had a private chat since their high school graduation. As tight knit as their graduating class had been, life and time got away from them, and hero work didn’t afford a lot of free time. Thankfully, much of the class had stayed working in and around the city, for now at least, so they at least met up at conferences and press releases.

“You don’t seem upset, so I’m guessing it’s not true?” Izuku said at last, causing Eijiro to tilt his head to the side curiously.

“What isn’t true?” Izuku’s shoulders relaxed visibly, the tension seeming to drain away from them.

“They’re saying Kaachan died in that fight a week and a half ago, and that’s why we haven’t seen him around. His page has gone completely quiet, and the media was, too, for just a bit, but after not hearing from him in a week, I guess someone started wondering…And then his lover disappeared so…”

Eijiro couldn’t deny that a little zap of electricity-like happiness zipped down his spine at the reference to himself as Katsuki’s lover, and he only hoped the goofy grin he felt like giving didn’t actually surface. He cleared his throat, covering his mouth with his fist to allow himself a smile, then shook his head, resetting his features.

“He’s fine. Or…More or less fine. He got a bad concussion, so I’ve been looking after him.”

“Doing a pretty good job of it, I’d say.” Izuku said with a nervous smile, nodding at Eijiro, eyes focused on the side of his neck. Eijiro startled and clamped a hand over the bruises and bitemarks, cheeks darkening. Oh whatever. Eijiro gave a shrug and let his hand fall, grinning.

“Doctor’s orders.” He said simply, crossing his arms again. He inclined his head at the bunch of balloons in the man’s hand. “He’s going to hate those, sorry to say.” Izuku nodded emphatically, worry evident in his lower lip, pinned between his teeth.

“I know! I’m glad you answered the door…His mom said I should bring them, said it’d get him riled up enough to recover out of pure spite so he could come and kick my ass on national television.”

“Sounds like him.” Eijiro lapsed into silence, eyes on the balloons which, he noticed, had handwritten well wishes on them. It looked like Izuku had made a point of trying to get in contact with as many members of their graduating class as he could, at least those who lived in the area. The messages were worded in a way that made Eijiro suspicious; they could easily be read either as an urge for Katsuki to get better or as a comfort to Eijiro if the man really had died. Izuku had his bases covered. Eijiro’s eyes drifted to the envelope clutched in Izuku’s scarred and twisted hand. “What’s that?” He asked. Izuku looked down at it as though he’d forgotten he was holding it.

“Oh it’s…It’s a get well card from me, and one from All Might and Eraserhead, and…Oh it’s stupid…There’s a gift card to his favorite ramen place.” Eijiro frowned and his eyebrows raised, the picture of amazement. Then his expression darkened a little.

“You…Don’t have to do this.”

“I know.”

“He wouldn’t do the same for you.”

“I-I know that.” Izuku stuttered, his voice taking on just the hint of an edge. He looked with determination at Eijiro for a moment, then the fire drained from his eyes and he started fiddling with the strings of the balloons. “I just got scared. It’s been…It’s been years since I thought someone I cared about had died. And I was worried about him and…And about you too, I guess.” He gave a shy smile and Eijiro felt his throat constrict. “It takes a lot of guts to publicly announce a relationship with another hero like that. Upsets some fans.”

“And the whole gay thing, too.” Eijiro added.

“And the whole gay thing, too.” Izuku agreed quietly. His expression, easy to read since they’d met, told Eijiro his mind had wandered elsewhere.

“Then I guess you two haven’t-”

Izuku shook his head rapidly. “We haven’t even talked about going public at all. With Endeavor out of the limelight it wouldn’t be as bad as if we’d come out two or three years ago, but still…” Eijiro nodded.

“I’ll keep my trap shut for the meantime, then.” He promised with a smile. He startled when he heard a shout for him to hurry up come from his apartment, and looked at Izuku apologetically. “Duty calls, I think.” Izuku laughed and held out the balloons and the envelope.

“I hope he makes a full recovery soon. Given the direction of the impact and the material that sidewalk was made out of, I’d guess he’s almost fully recovered but-”

“Did you…Analyze the footage from the fight?” Eijiro asked, unable to keep the edge of awe from his voice. Izuku shrugged modestly, then lit up as though he’d just remembered something.

“Hey! Actually I have a favor to ask. I’m supposed to go to a local elementary school to teach about Quirk mentoring, and Tenya was supposed to come with me but he’s stuck on a delayed flight in from England, so I was wondering if you’d-” Izuku hadn’t even finished his sentence before Eijiro started nodding emphatically.

“I’d love to! It’ll be good to get back in the public light and catch up with you!” Eijiro heard another shout from inside and rolled his eyes. “Do you still have my mobile number from high school?” He asked. Izuku thought about it for a second, then nodded. “Sweet! Just text me the details and I’ll be there.”

“Maybe…Um…Don’t wear your costume.” Izuku interjected, looking pointedly at the hickies on Eijiro’s neck. Eijiro chuckled, beyond embarrassment at the comment, and nodded.

“For sure. I’ll curb my exhibitionist desires and wear some family friendly Red Riot merchandise.” Izuku smiled with relief, bowed a goodbye, and took off down the hall. Eijiro couldn’t tell if he was busy or just exceptionally earnest, but he always looked like he had somewhere important to be, and not a lot of time to get there. Eijiro watched him until he reached the stairwell, then turned around to fumble open the door, trying not to let go of the balloons. Once inside, Katsuki immediately popped up over the back of the couch, the look of annoyance on his face quickly shifting to confusion when his eyes locked on the balloons in Eijiro’s hand. His eyes narrowed.

“It was Deku.” He said, not asking. Eijiro nodded and walked over to their dining room table, tying the balloons to the back of one of the chairs. He rejoined Katsuki on the couch, this time sitting next to and not on him, and handed him the envelope. Katsuki looked at it suspiciously and like he was entertaining the possibility of igniting it, but he begrudgingly held it back out to Eijiro, who hardened one of his fingers and slid it under the flap, cutting open the envelope. Katsuki took it back and pulled out its contents.

Izuku was long winded when he got the chance, and his two page long get well card was evidence of that. Eijiro snorted when he saw that one page was headed with ‘If Kaachan is dead’ and the other with ‘If Kaachan isn’t dead’. The wording of the first made it pretty obvious that it was something of a joke, and Eijiro figured that if the man had taken to time to analyze the footage for recovery time, he’d had a pretty good idea that Katsuki hadn’t been killed in the fight.

The card from Katsuki’s two favorite pro heroes was more rushed, with a crude crayon drawing of Ground Zero on the front and words on the inside. All Might’s well wishes resembled those of Izuku, while Eraser head had simply written ‘don’t die’ and signed it. Still, Katsuki smiled when his eyes scanned over it. He then pulled out the ramen coupon and scowled.

“If that loser ever gets badly hurt I’m gonna have to be nice to him, aren’t I?”

“That would be the decent thing, yeah.”

“…Fuck.”

“I know, right, common courtesy, such a pain.” Eijiro said jokingly, jostling Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki elbowed him back, but didn’t smile. He sat staring at the letters in silence, then squinted at Eijiro.

“Why is he doing this? People get hurt all the time.” Eijiro shrugged. He’d been wondering the same thing, but, looking into Katsuki’s intense gaze, he thought maybe he’d begun to realize it.

“People get hurt all the time but this time it was…Kaachan.” The nickname felt foreign on his lips, but understanding flashed behind Katsuki’s eyes. Then he scowled deeper and looked away.

“It’s probably time for me to apologize to him.”

“Probably,” Eijiro agreed cautiously, gently lacing his fingers with Katsuki’s, “You don’t have to think about that now, though. Not while you’re-”

“I’ve been a total ass to him for twenty two years, haven’t I?” Katsuki ground out, interrupting Eijiro. Eijiro sat up a little straighter, but after a second he nodded and smiled, just slightly.

“I can’t believe it took a traumatic brain injury for you to figure that out.” He murmured, squeezing Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki growled, and Eijiro leaned over to gently pull the envelope and its contents from his hand, setting them on the ground. “Don’t think about it now. Your emotions are all over the place.” Katsuki’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. He took a deep breath and let it out loudly between his teeth, jerking his head around to look at Eijiro.

“When I get better, tomorrow, when you take me to the hospital and they say I’m all good to go, you’re going to immediately march me right on over to Mr. Number One Hero’s place and I’m going to apologize, got it?” Eijiro held up one finger for Katsuki to halt.

“I’ve got a thing with Mr. Number One Hero tomorrow, actually. Can it wait a bit?” Katsuki chewed his lip, probably realizing that Izuku Midoriya was a very busy man and that getting ahold of him on such short notice would be almost impossible. But he wasn’t going to concede that easily. Eijiro had to help, had to give him a prideful concession. He lowered his head and brought up Katsuki’s hand, still laced with his, and brushed a gentle kiss to his knuckles. “’Sides, you’ve got a promise to keep.” Katsuki’s already bone crushing grip tightened even more, and he gave a fierce grin, silently thanking Eijiro for an out. He pushed forward and roughly kissed Eijiro, catching the man off guard.

“Think I could get a preview of coming attractions?” He asked lowly, swinging his legs up onto the couch and crawling over to Eijiro. Eijiro laughed and pushed him back, clambering onto Katsuki’s lap before he could protest.

“Pick up where we left off?” He asked with a grin, already slowly reaching to run his hands up Katsuki’s shirt. In answer, Katsuki pulled in off and dropped it to the floor, looking up at Eijiro with his lower lip pinned between his teeth. He bucked his hips just a little, and Eijiro took the hint to shift his weight until his boyfriend found a comfortable position for his legs. Such positions are hard to come by when a man as large and heavy as Eijiro is straddled over one’s hips, but they managed. Eijiro continued sliding his hands up Katsuki’s chest, feeling the pleasant tensing of muscles and deep breaths from Katsuki. He was almost fully recovered, and his fever had left two days previously, not resurfacing again, but his skin still felt searingly hot to the touch. The man hardened his palms and dragged his rough touch ever higher, pausing to rub his thumbs slowly over the bright pink of Katsuki’s nipples. Katsuki shivered under his touch, and brought his hands up. Eijiro swatted them away, gently, and grasped the man’s wrists together with one hand.

“Katsuki…” Eijiro said with a pout, pushing his hands away. Katsuki was not to be deterred, bringing them back immediately and reaching for Eijiro’s hips. Eijiro clicked his tongue and grabbed the man’s wrists again, a little more roughly. “Don’t make me ruin the mood to go grab the cuffs, please.” He said with a roll of his eyes.

“They’ve taken up permanent residence on our bedframe, leave them here.” Katsuki hissed, smiling. Eijiro frowned and guided Katsuki’s hands to a position behind the man’s head, pillowing the back of his skull from the arm of the couch. Katsuki instantly moved to extricate them, but Eijiro laid a hand again his chest and pushed.

“Every time you use your hands,” he started, watching the challenge in Katsuki’s eyes, “I get your mom to release another baby picture to the media.”

The challenge died immediately and, sullenly, Katsuki relaxed. Eijiro watched, a tiny frown tugging at the corner of his lip. He started to speak quietly. “Listen, if you don’t want me to-”

“When did I say that, fucking shitty hair,” Katsuki grumbled, looking away but unable to hide the color that rose in his cheeks, “If I didn’t want this I’d tell you.” He paused, then looked back at Eijiro. “I’m a patient man-”

Eijiro snorted and received a hip buck that almost launched his across the room in response. Katsuki scowled at him and continued.

“I’m a patient man, and I can wait one more fucking day to get my hands all over you.” Eijiro smiled, cocking an eyebrow and drawing his hands back to Katsuki’s chest, poking and prodding the bitemarks from just a few minutes earlier, already blossoming into dark red and purple bruises on Katsuki’s smooth skin.

“All over me, huh?” he asked, leaning down and kissing Katsuki’s neck noisily. Katsuki rolled his head to the side and hummed deep in his throat. He tensed a little when Eijiro’s sharp teeth brushed over his skin, but a sigh of pleasure hissed between his clenched teeth when Eijiro nipped him gently, carefully.

“All over you,” Katsuki confirmed lowly, slowly pressing his hips up against Eijiro’s, rubbing against him as well as he could with the large man sitting on his lap, “All over you and in you, I’m gonna tangle my fingers in your hair and I’m gonna push you down into our bed and fuck you so good until you can’t walk a straight line and- Fuck.” The last came as a response to Eijiro’s hard bite, a bite that was meant to be much more gentle until Katsuki went and talked like that. Eijiro, with a bit of alarm, noted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth and sat up quickly, looking down at Katsuki’s neck and clamping a hand over his own mouth. Katsuki looked up at him, cheeks fully flushed, and squinted.

“Katsuki I- You’re bleeding.” Eijiro whispered, moving to stand and rush to the bathroom for the med kit. As soon as he shifted, Katsuki’s hands were on him, holding him in place with a strength Eijiro wouldn’t have believed possible for a man who hadn’t so much as lifted a barbell in almost two weeks.

“Yeah and that’s never happened before, shark teeth.” Katsuki deadpanned. He moved one hand from Eijiro’s hips to feel at his neck. He winced slightly when his fingers brushed over the mark, but when he pulled his hand away to examine his fingertips, he seemed rather unimpressed with the small smear of blood. “That’s it?” He asked, eyeing Eijiro suspiciously. Unsure, Eijiro nodded. “ ’Slike you weren’t even trying.” A jolt of indignation ran through Eijiro and he sat bolt upright, frowning.

“I wasn’t! Why would…Why would I try to draw blood?” Katsuki shrugged, doing an impressive job of keeping his smirk under control.

“Could be hot.”

Eijiro sighed exasperated and once again tried to get up and grab the first aid kit. Again, Katsuki held him in place. “Babe.” Eijiro hissed. Katsuki shook his head.

“It’s just a little bit.” Eijiro frowned. “You can clean me up later.” Eijiro remained sullen. Katsuki stared at him for a second, then looked down at where his hands clasped on Eijiro. His eyes widened. “Shit…”

Eijiro tilted his head curiously, then looked down as well. Realization dawned on him and he slowly smiled, looking up at Katsuki’s horrified face. “Do you think I should go for the bubble bath picture or baby’s first potty time?” He asked under his breath, clearly delighted. Katsuki’s eyes widened further, blush deepening. “Maybe that one with you in the-”

“They’ll never find your body.” Katsuki said lowly, not breaking eye contact with Eijiro. Eijiro burst out laughing and patted Katsuki’s hands, then directed them back behind his head. He took a second to examine the bitemark. Truthfully, it wasn’t bleeding much, but the experience had been alarming. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, then leaned back and looked at Katsuki.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he began, watching at Katsuki’s eyes immediately drift up to meet his, “The second we’re done I’m gonna clean you up-”

“Define ‘done’?” Katsuki said, clearly trying his hardest not to smile. Eijiro rolled his eyes and patted Katsuki’s cheek, leaning forward, close enough to feel the warmth of Katsuki’s exhalations against his lips.

“Use your imagination.” He whispered, kissed Katsuki quick, and sat back up. “I’ll clean you up, and as punishment for the hands I’ll release…” He made a show of tapping his chin and looking up, a comic impression of a man deep in thought, “The picture of you and Izuku in matching dinosaur onesies. That’s your mom’s favorite, isn’t it?” Katsuki growled, but seemed to find the conditions agreeable.

“You should go into hostage negotiation,” he grumbled.

“Oh yeah, I’d be great at it.” Eijiro agreed, putting his hands back on Katsuki, “I’ll just threaten them with baby pictures-”

“And promise to get them off,” Katsuki added, the picture of solemnity, “That’s very important.” Eijiro nodded, jaw set, eyebrows low.

“Yeah, that’s the most important part.” He agreed. He ran his hands over Katsuki’s abs and up to his chest, fiddling with his nipples again, almost absentmindedly, and watching with satisfaction as each flick and prod was met with a tightening of the jaw here, a twitch of the leg there. “That wouldn’t ruin my reputation as a hero at all.” Katsuki had nothing to say to that, and seemed satisfied to settle back and watch Eijiro work. And Eijiro was satisfied to work, considering that work meant toying with his boyfriend’s chest and slowly grinding himself down on his crotch. He hadn’t thought this out, rarely did, and wasn’t sure what was going to come next. Well, hopefully Katsuki. He chuckled to himself. That was funny.

“Give me a lap dance.” Katsuki said suddenly, drawing Eijiro’s attention away from tracing the smooth curve of hip to where it met the waistband of Katsuki’s sweatpants. He looked up, eyebrows raised. “You look lost, shitty hair.” Katsuki supplemented. He lifted himself up on his heels slightly, it took effort, and rubbed himself against Eijiro. He was getting hard. No surprise there. Eijiro thought for a second, then nodded, chewing his lip.

“I’m gonna be bad at this.” He warned.

“My standards are…So incredibly low.” Katsuki promised. Eijiro clicked his tongue, thinking, then reached behind him to grab Katsuki’s thighs and give himself leverage. Sure, he could ride Katsuki into the mattress and have the man swearing and bucking up into him for more, but it seemed like a whole different ballpark when they both had clothes on.

“And here I was thinking I knew every kink you had…” Eijiro mused.

“When has having you grind your ass against me not been my kink?” Katsuki asked dryly, looking like his composure was only being maintained with effort. “That was like a day one kinda thing.” He sucked in a breath as Eijiro shifted forward, moving in slow and fluid motions. He imagined water dripping down his forehead, off his nose, splashing to his chest, and rolling down the sharp divide of his stomach. He pictured keeping that water droplet in a steady flow, pictured it rolling and dropping off onto Katsuki, imagined keeping those movements fluid.

This is hard, he thought to himself, biting his lip and trying to recall every time he’d seen someone do this. Katsuki certainly never had. How was it done? He felt like he was just flailing around and rubbing inexpertly against Katsuki’s growing erection. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he gave up the attempt at being smooth and simply dropped himself onto Katsuki dick, moving his hands from the man’s thigh’s to his stomach, and rutting against him hard and fast. Katsuki sucked in a breath and immediately protested.

“Stop!” Eijiro ground to a halt, looking up at Katsuki. “Fuck, you’re bad at this…You’ve really never done this before?” Eijiro gave a critical, questioning look.

“No? You would know if I had?” Then he sighed and hung his head. “Look, you know I want to make you feel good, and I’m sure this doesn’t.” He rubbed himself against Katsuki again, harder, eliciting a gasp. “But I mean…This’ll get you there, too, won’t it?”

“Journey that counts journey that counts journey that counts…” Katsuki muttered repeatedly under his breath, face going through a number of fascinating expressions ranging from arousal to frustration as he tipped his head back against the arm of the couch. Eijiro could tell how badly he wanted to use his hands by the way the muscles in his arms tensed, wanting to reach out and slow Eijiro, guide him through long and leisurely and languid motions.

That gave him an idea.

He stopped moving and brought his hands up to cup either side of Katsuki’s face, tipping it down so he could look his partner in the eye. When he spoke, he did his utmost to sound breathless in the sexy way, but had no doubt in his mind that his words came out breathless in the lacking cardiovascular fitness way. In either case, his boyfriend’s eyes widened, so the message got across.

“Tell me what to do, Katsuki,” He breathed, smiling, raising his eyebrows hopefully, “I’ll do it.”

Katsuki gave him an appraising look, seeming to get his thoughts in order, then smiled and jerked his chin up. “Shirt. Off.”

Eijiro nodded and complied, pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it over his shoulder. He looked expectantly at Katsuki, shoulders relaxed, weight settled evenly on Katsuki’s hips. His below the belt situation was becoming, literally, a pressing issue. Yet he seemed less concerned with his raging hard-on as he did with ogling Eijiro. Eijiro helped him by tensing his chest and stomach muscles a little, tightening scar tissue and making his pecs and abs bulge. Katsuki licked his lips.

“Put your hands on your chest,” Katsuki commanded. Eijiro nodded and slowly drew his hands up his body, resting them lightly just below his collar bones, “And pinch your nipples. Yeah, just like that.” Eijiro looked down as he pinched himself between his thumb and forefinger, wondering for a brief second what Katsuki was getting out of this. He slowly rubbed his thumbs over his skin, looking back up at Katsuki. The man was watching with half lidded eyes. He shivered.

“You like that?” Eijiro asked. Katsuki nodded and trialed his gaze down the lines of Eijiro’s body.

“Okay, real slow and smooth…Rock up on me.” Eijiro nodded and pinned his lip between his teeth, looking down at himself and rolling his body forward; chest first, followed by his stomach and ending at his hips. The pleased sigh from Katsuki let him know he’d done it right, so he looked up and smiled, running his hands up and down his chest as he rolled forward again. Katsuki locked eyes with him and like that Eijiro continued to rocking against Katsuki. Every time he brushed against Katsuki’s dick, the man’s legs tensed and he inhaled sharply through his nose, but he didn’t look away, giving that same, challenging stare Eijiro knew and loved. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt himself deviate just a little from his smooth body rolls. Katsuki seemed to notice and gave a little hip buck into Eijiro. When he did, his eyes immediately darted down to Eijiro’s crotch.

“You’re hard?” He asked. Eijiro nodded, laughing with a bit of embarrassment.

“You didn’t notice?” Katsuki hummed noncommittally in his throat, not quite giving an answer. He spent another few moments just watching Eijiro, hands still clenching and unclenching hard enough for Eijiro to see the tension travel down the man’s arms to his shoulders. “You want to touch me so bad, don’t you?” He asked with a smile.

“Fuck you.” Katsuki replied. It wasn’t denial. “Stop moving.” Eijiro complied, hands stilling and falling to Katsuki’s waist. He toyed with the waistband of the man’s sweats while he waited for instructions. “You really were bad at that.”

“I told you so.” Eijiro sing-songed, flicking Katsuki’s stomach with one hand. Katsuki protested weakly with a growl.

“Take out your dick.” He said brusquely, challenging Eijiro to talk his way out of it with a single look. Eijiro shrugged and eased his shorts far enough down his thighs to pull out his cock, breathing a sigh of relief. Even the loose fabric of the athletic shorts had started to feel constricting. He felt silly then, waiting, dick in hand, for instructions, and blushed, looking to Katsuki to give them. Katsuki seemed disinclined to provide them, transfixed as he seemed to be with staring at Eijiro’s throbbing erection.

“Um…What now?” Eijiro prompted. Katsuki didn’t look at him when he answered.

“You know, after twenty-two years, I would’ve thought you’d know what to do when you’re hard and have your dick in your hand.”

“Well I mean yeah but-”

“Then do it, hair for brains.”

Eijiro rolled his eyes and spat into his palm, hardening his skin as he did. Let Katsuki make a joke about how disappointed his fans would be if they found out how he used his Quirk privately; it felt good. He closed a loose fist around his cock and eased his weight back further onto his heels, no longer hunched over Katsuki, though still straddling his hips. He drew his hand down his length in a few short and quick snaps of the wrist, then slowed his movements for a few more, clenching his teeth and breathing heavily through his nose.

He looked at Katsuki with a half-lidded gaze, smiling tightly. One hand was still free, and with it he reached out to grip Katsuki’s hip, running his hand up and down his side. Katsuki didn’t complain. He gazed up at Eijiro’s flushed face, smirking. He seemed pleased with himself, able to make Eijiro gasp and groan without even having to lay his hands on him at all. Or, at least, that’s what Eijiro figured was going on in the incomprehensible and concussed mind of Bakugou Katsuki.

Even when not actively fucking him, Katsuki was erotic; all kiss-reddened lips, sweat glistening on his chest and forehead, hair mussed where Eijiro had grabbed and tugged it, red and purple bitemarks blossoming on his chest, and an extremely conspicuous bulge pressing into the inside of Eijiro’s thigh. Eijiro glanced down at said bulge and reached his free hand over to tug down Katsuki’s waistband.

“Hey,” Katsuki protested, shifting slightly, “I didn’t tell you to do that.” Eijiro shrugged, noticing how Katsuki made no move to stop him, and pulled Katsuki’s dick free of his pants, pushing the waistband down further and out of the way. He wrapped one hand around both of their cocks and slid his grip up their lengths, steadying Katsuki’s hip with his other hand.

“I’m supposed to be making you feel good.” He replied with a smile, twisting his wrist and rubbing their dicks together harder. Katsuki was dripping onto his fingers, skin growing darker and darker pink with each passing moment. Every time he drew his hand along their shafts Katsuki bucked up into him, so hard that the hardened hand pressing against his hip left small, discolored indents in the distinct outline of fingers and palm. He silently thanked Katsuki for his hero costume, an outfit that full covered the man’s torso. An outfit that, when Katsuki returned to work on Tuesday, would not reveal to the world a handprint bruised onto his side.

“Watching you was making me feel good.” Katsuki shot back, eyes trained on Eijiro’s hand as he stroked the both of them. Eijiro could feel Katsuki’s thighs, pinned between his knees, tense and jitter in time with each caress. He snorted and rolled his eyes as he slowly, almost lazily, swiveled his thumb around Katsuki’s tip.

“Gross.”

“Yeah you’re one to speak,” Katsuki grumbled, hissing a breath out through his teeth, then gasping breathlessly, then clenching his teeth shut tight and groaning in the back of his throat, eyes flicking back up to Eijiro’s. He was right, though. Eijiro had no doubt he could get off just with the sound of Katsuki’s voice. And that was pretty gross. So be it. “Kiss me.” Katsuki ordered suddenly. Eijiro complied, leaning forward until their chests were pushed together, his hand wedged tightly between their hips, and pressed his lips softly to Katsuki’s.

Clearly Katsuki hadn’t been asking for a gentle kiss, a fact he made obvious with a hard bite to Eijiro’s lower lip, a bite that resulted in a startled yelp from Eijiro, granting Katsuki the opportunity to push his tongue into his boyfriend’s mouth and press up into him. It took Eijiro a second to gather himself but when he did he swirled his tongue against Katsuki’s and nipped at the man’s lips when he pulled back. All the while he kept pumping his and Katsuki’s dicks in his hand, free hand now coming up to tangle in Katsuki’s hair and pull him back far enough to pull away for a breath.

“Damn you’re eager.” He breathed, eyes darting around Katsuki’s face, taking it in. He looked like he was getting close, the heat was rising in his cheeks, his teeth clenched hard, jaw tight. Eijiro squeezed tight against his dick and rolled his hips forward, dragging his own cock against Katsuki’s. The man’s breath hitched and his neck tensed and he was pulling hard against Eijiro’s grip in his hair.

“Kiss me you idiot.” He ground out. Eijiro smiled widely and let go of Katsuki’s hair. The man careened upward into his mouth so suddenly that their teeth clicked together, but they figured it out again and, as usually happened between the two of them, they were quickly in a fight for dominance again. But Eijiro was winning, because Katsuki was falling apart under his touch. He hardened his palm again, just a little, just enough to roughen his skin, and drew his loose fist fast and hard up and down Katsuki’s shaft, swallowing the little curses and moans the motion pulled from Katsuki and feeling his own head start to go fuzzy.

Within a few quick strokes Katsuki came, hot and wet between them, swearing and mumbling Eijiro’s name against his lips. Eijiro stroked him through his orgasm, feeling his own follow shortly after, but not letting go until they’d both gone soft in his hand. When they did, he withdrew his hand from between their bodies, wiped his palm against his chest, and tangled the fingers of both hands in Katsuki’s hair, kissing his lips and his cheeks and his neck over and over as he felt waves of warmth roll off the man’s body.

“Can I use my hands now?” Katsuki asked hoarsely. Eijiro nodded, and felt Katsuki shift to hold him in a tight embrace, their chests pressed together and hearts beating erratically and out of sync. Eijiro eventually stilled, resting his forehead against Katsuki’s shoulder, and laughed airily.

“Probably the last time I’ll get you to just let me make you feel good and I waste it on a hand job and shitty lap dance.” He said, brushing Katsuki’s bangs off of his face. They stuck up at weird angles, slicked back by swat from his forehead. His boyfriend snickered.

“It’s almost like you don’t want me to get better.” Eijiro shook his head slowly.

“You couldn’t be more wrong.” He cupped the man’s jaw in his hand and ran the pad of his thumb over his lips, hot and swollen from too many bites. “I’m good but not good enough to replace hero work.”

“Hero work doesn’t get me off.” Katsuki grumbled, mock offended.

“No?” Eijiro asked.

“I’m saying it’s not a fair comparison.”

Eijiro hummed in the back of his throat to indicate he’d heard. They stayed like that for a while, Eijiro lazily stroking Katsuki’s face, Katsuki massaging his hands into Eijiro’s back. When his hands stilled, Eijiro looked at him curiously. He had a fare off look in his eyes.

“What’s up?” Eijiro asked. Katsuki shrugged.

“You think they’ll find anything bad?” He asked, gruff tone hiding what Eijiro instantly recognized as fear. He sat up slowly, looking down at Katsuki, still pinned underneath him.

“Tomorrow, at the hospital?” He asked. Katsuki nodded. Eijiro frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, looking away and thinking. He’d be lying if he said he knew anything about brains, traumatized or otherwise, or that he had the faintest clue as to what a psychiatric exam entailed. But he knew that Katsuki was worried; worried that something in that fall had messed him up, worried that the brain injury had made him unstable, worried that that damage would spell out the end of his career.

And if it does, that’s my fault. That was my job. I was supposed to keep him happy and stable.

And he’d done his best, he kept telling himself that each time he ignored a call from the office, asking him to leave Katsuki’s side and come help out with apprehending a villain, but what if his best hadn’t been enough?

But Katsuki didn’t need to hear that.

Katsuki needed assurance.

Eijiro looked back at him and beamed, uncrossing his arms and pulling Katsuki’s from around his waist to clasp their hands together. He lifted one up and pressed his lips against Katsuki’s fingertips.

“Do you love me?” He asked.

“You fucking know I do.” Katsuki said with a smile, a little smile, a slightly confused smile.

“And do you love hero work?”

“The kicking ass part yeah but I’m not so jazzed about the paperwork or-”

“It was a really simple question, Katsuki.”

Katsuki paused, frowning, brow furrowed. “Yes, I do.”

“And was that true before the accident?”

Katsuki’s eyes widened, then narrowed as he nodded. Eijiro nodded once and tipped his head to the side, giving an easy shrug.

“Those are the most important things about you, and if they haven’t changed, anything that has doesn’t matter.” He patted Katsuki’s chest with one hand, then laid it against Katsuki’s heart, closing his eyes as he felt the familiar beat against his palm. “They’re not gonna find anything wrong and we’ll be back at work on Tuesday.” He cracked one eye open and looked at Katsuki. “I’ll consider it an insult to my caretaking abilities if we aren’t.” Katsuki snorted with laughter and shook his head.

“You’ve been following the doctor’s orders to the letter, it wouldn’t be your fault.” Eijiro grinned and nodded, leaning down again to snuggle against Katsuki’s chest. Katsuki’s stomach was sticky and unpleasantly cool with cum but he could ignore it for another couple minutes.

“I’m pretty good at this whole pleasuring thing, aren’t I?” He asked, “The best maybe?”

Katsuki’s chest rumbled with a growl and his arms wrapped tightly around Eijiro again. “Keep telling yourself that.” He muttered. The words sent a chill down Eijiro’s spine.

He had a feeling he’d have a hard time focusing at the next day’s elementary school visit with Izuku.

Chapter Text

“You’re absolutely sure you don’t need me there?” Eijiro asked for what must have been the tenth time. He was pacing back and forth in front of the elementary school, sure he would’ve been looking extremely suspicious had he not had his hair styled up into his characteristic Red Riot look. That, paired with the t-shirt with his logo on it, was pretty indicative of his identity, with or without his hero outfit. So instead of the police being called, he was returning shy smiles and waves to students filing past him into the building. He glanced at his watch. He had about five minutes before the first class would start, when he and Izuku would begin their first session on Quirk mentoring. An exasperated sigh hit him through the receiver.

“For the millionth fucking time, yes, I’m sure.” Katsuki answered him, rustling though…Something. Eijiro couldn’t tell over the phone.

Over eager as he’d been to help out Izuku, he’d made the mistake of double booking himself; Katsuki’s psych exam would start an hour into Eijiro’s presentation. He’d immediately tried to get in contact with Izuku when he’d found out, but Katsuki wouldn’t hear of it. He’d gotten Denki to agree to drive him to the hospital, and told Eijiro to run off and enjoy his morning with Mr. Number One Hero.

Eijiro felt guilty about it but, he figured, aside from driving Katsuki to the hospital, there wouldn’t have been a whole lot he could do while waiting for his boyfriend to be done. Katsuki wasn’t the moral support kind of guy.

He took a deep breath and smiled, looking over his shoulder at the sound of the door opening. Izuku stood in the doorframe, fully decked out in his hero outfit, and tapping his wrist incessantly. Eijiro flashed him a thumbs-up and turned away.

“I gotta get going. Good luck, I love you.” He said, making a kissing nose into the phone. He heard Katsuki fake retch, then return the sound, then hang up. Eijiro tucked his phone into his pocket and headed inside, repeating his good luck message over and over in his head.

When he got home, he wasn’t surprised to find the apartment still dark; he didn’t know exactly how long a psychiatric exam took, but he did know that the appointment spanned several hours, and that the doctor’s tone over the phone had made it pretty clear that it was no laughing matter, regardless of the faces Katsuki pulled while conversing with her. He flicked on the lights and dropped his bag in the doorway, crouching to unlace his shoes and kick them aside.

Quirk mentoring had gone well, better than he’d expected, considering his lack of teaching experience, and he felt even more eager to get back to hero work than he had that morning.

It wasn’t until he walked into his bedroom and spotted his hero outfit laid out on the bed with a note on it that his mind wandered from his excitement about returning to work and turned to the promise Katsuki had made over and over ever since the first day Eijiro had come home with his rather odd doctor’s orders.

His brow furrowed as he crossed to the bed and squinted through the semi darkness at his clothes and the accompanying note. He picked up the slip of paper and read it rapidly, feeling heat rise in his cheeks at each word.

You said ‘maybe next time’ and we’ve had a few next times since then. Get cleaned up.

Eijiro felt a smile spread across his face as he dropped the note and reached for his outfit, hustling himself to the shower. Of all the things for him to remember, it’s gotta be the fucking with our hero outfits on.

Try as he might to formulate something scathing to say to Katsuki about his conditions and their outfits, he still couldn’t deny that he’d never showered faster in his life.

Which of course left him to sit on their couch, fully decked out in his Red Riot regalia, for the better part of an hour, trying to think of anything but how his large belt buckle was rubbing him just the wrong way or how Katsuki’s uniform shirt would cling to every plane and line of his muscular chest or all the filthy things he’d been promised during their two weeks of daily lovemaking.

The second the doorknob on the front door clicked, Eijiro was on his feet and sprinting to answer it. The door swung open and there stood Katsuki, fully decked out in his Ground Zero regalia, minus his bracers. Which was good because the second the door was out of the way, Eijiro launched himself into Katsuki’s arms. With a startled curse, Katsuki caught him around the waist and spun him in a circle, no mean feat in the relatively tight quarters of their apartment complex’s hallway, and caught Eijiro’s lips in a zealous kiss. Eijiro pulled back and grinned at him excitedly, wrapping his legs around Katsuki’s hips as the man maneuvered is way into their apartment.

“How’d it go?” He asked, reaching out one hand to steady the two of them against the wall as Katsuki kicked off his boots.

“Flying colors.” He replied with a fierce grin, holding Eijiro tighter and kissing him again. “They said they’d never seen such high serotonin levels two weeks after a traumatic brain injury.”

“You’re welcome!” Eijiro chirped, wending his arms about Katsuki’s shoulders again when he finished with his boots. Katsuki snorted.

“We’re all good to return to work tomorrow.” He added, shuffling awkwardly past the entryway and into the living room, setting Eijiro down so he was perched on the back of the sofa. But he didn’t step away, instead letting his hands rest on Eijiro’s belt, eyes scanning up and down his boyfriend’s body. “So you got the message?” He asked softly. Eijiro nodded, trying to catch Katsuki’s gaze, which was proving harder than it should have been, leading him to believe the man was embarrassed. He bit his lip and caught Katsuki’s jaw with both his hands, guiding his face up. Even then, Katsuki’s heavily painted eyes darted off.

“Did you put your makeup on at the hospital?” Eijiro whispered.

“Bathroom downstairs.” Katsuki corrected, still looking off. Eijiro slid his hand up and traced the edges of Katsuki’s mask with his thumbs, chuckling.

“What are the neighbors gonna think?”

“That they live next to some really dedicated fanboys, probably.” Katsuki said. His eyes flicked to Eijiro’s for just a moment, then trained on the floor.

“Are you embarrassed?” Eijiro asked lowly, hands falling to Katsuki’s shoulders. Katsuki shrugged, looking like a man who was having second thoughts. Eijiro hummed in the back of his throat, thinking as he idly undid the clasps holding Katsuki’s armored collar to his shirt, sliding it off and dropping it to the couch behind him. Katsuki’s shoulders lifted with the removed weight, and he looked up at Eijiro.

“Are you?” He asked, voice less challenging and more worried. But it was supposed to sound challenging, Katsuki’s body language said just that. Eijiro raised his eyebrows and shook his head, doing his best to look like a man who’d been challenged. He thought he pulled it off half decently.

“Nah…” He slid his hands down Katsuki’s chest and grabbed the webbing on his legs, yanking him closer suddenly until their faces were centimeters apart. “I think it’s cute.”

“Cute?”

“Hot.” Eijiro amended, tilting his head and nuzzling against Katsuki’s neck, careful to avoid the bad bruise and vivid tooth marks from the day before. He planted a few light kisses on one side of the man’s neck, then kissed and nipped his way across his chest to the other side, hearing Katsuki’s breath rasp out and feeling his mounting excitement in his tightening grip on his belt. “You have a promise to keep.” He breathed in Katsuki’s ear.

That was all the prompting it took for Katsuki to shift his grip from Eijiro’s waist to behind his knees. Eijiro took the hint and wrapped his legs tightly around his hips as Katsuki lifted him and made a beeline for their bedroom. Katsuki wasn’t a weak man, but Eijiro was no featherweight either, so Katsuki’s attempt to set Eijiro down on their bed turned into a headlong tumble into the sheets. Katsuki didn’t seem to mind and quickly pinned Eijiro on his back, each wrist clenched in one of his hands and the full weight of his legs holding down Eijiro’s. Eijiro smiled up at him fondly, loving the mix of determination and arousal on his face.

“Thank you.” Katsuki said suddenly, gripping tightening on Eijiro. Eijiro’s eyes widened as he gazed at Katsuki.

“For what?”

Katsuki scowled and shifted his weight off of Eijiro, hauling him up by his wrists to the bedframe and making quick work of securing his wrists to it with the handcuffs that’d become a permanent fixture in their bedroom. Eijiro made no move to stop him, just watched him curiously as he sat back, hands fidgeting together as he seemed to be collecting his thoughts.

“For putting up with me, dumbass.” He finally said. He sighed and reached out for Eijiro’s face, eyes darting over the black leather mask, fingers tugging at it and fondling the jagged points around his mouth.

Eijiro wasn’t particularly bright, he knew that, but he’d have to be about as bright as a rock to not notice how Katsuki had always seemed fixated with his mask. On one level, he knew it was probably because it was a little too suggestive for most people’s tastes, a little to reminiscent of a dominatrix, a little too risqué for public viewing. But on another level, he thought maybe that fascination came from the parallel the minimal mask drew to Katsuki’s; Katsuki wouldn’t go into battle as a hero without the heavy eyeliner and the mask covering half of his face, eye-catching fins jutting from behind his head.

He wanted that, needed that.

And it wasn’t the anonymity, Katsuki was certainly too proud a man for obscurity; it was the veneer he had to hide behind, and not out of cowardice. Bakugou Katsuki would swear up and down that there wasn’t anything so soft as emotions behind his flaming eyes and harsh words, but if that were true he wouldn’t need a mask and makeup to hide how much he felt when everything was at stake. He’d have a hell of a time hiding how his face contorted with concern at the wail of a child, or how he lit up when the more skilled negotiators showed up at just the right second, or how his features softened when he was grateful.

But even with the mask, Eijiro could see that gratitude.

And it made warmth and fondness radiate from his chest like sinking into a hot spring. He nodded once and said, “I’d do anything to put up with you every day for the rest of my life.”

Katsuki looked dumbfounded for a moment, and even his mask couldn’t hide the color that rose to his cheeks, but he laughed a second later, smirking. “Stop being gross.”

He leaned forward and kissed Eijiro more tenderly than even he would have thought possible; there were no teeth, no tongue, no hot and heavy breaths against each other mouths, no cursing or moaning each other’s names, just a soft and warm brush of the lips, there one moment and gone then next, but leaving Eijiro feel like he was tingly from his ears to his toes. He looked at Katsuki in wonder when the kiss ended, and got a proud smile in response.

Katsuki ran his hands up Eijiro’s sleeved arms, pausing to fidget with the handcuffs binding his wrists. “All’s fair, right?” He said quietly. Eijiro nodded.

“Guess so.”

“You don’t seem upset.”

Eijiro shrugged and licked his lips, letting his eyes roam across Katsuki. “Should I be?”

Katsuki growled and shimmied down Eijiro’s body until he was kneeling between his legs, shoving his thighs apart roughly and seizing the large belt buckle holding his trousers up. As soon as his belt was loose, Katsuki dragged Eijiro’s pants down and off his legs and shoved them in a crumpled heap on the floor.

“You really made me get all dressed up in my hero digs just to strip me?” Eijiro whined, struggling to keep from smiling. Katsuki was eager in everything he did, aggressive may have been a better word but love is blind and not very eloquent, but it seemed that that vigor was on overdrive. If he hadn’t personally been responsible for the man’s daily sexual experience Eijiro may have sworn Katsuki was pent up. More likely he was just excited at the prospect of having full use of his hands, and full permission to get them all over Eijiro.

“Not all of you,” Katsuki protested, nodding at his chest. Eijiro had done him a favor and left off the pauldrons. Sexy was a lot of things but sexy was not knocking a tooth out on your boyfriend’s body armor.

“You could’ve just asked for the sleeves and mask.” Eijiro said, his last words mangled by a gasp as Katsuki wrapped one hand around his dick and jerked. An unintelligible stream of words fell from Eijiro’s lips as Katsuki pumped him up and down in his hotter than normal palm.

“And have you know your black leather gets me hot and bothered?” Katsuki growled lowly, running his other hand across Eijiro’s tightly clenched abs, fiddling with the red chest sash of his hero outfit.

“Well now I know.” Eijiro said teasingly. It took every bit of his resolve to keep from flinging his head back into the pillows and crying out with pleasure as Katsuki toyed with him, forcing himself instead to keep a level eye on Katsuki. He liked watching him work. Katsuki noticed his gaze and slowed his hands until they came to a stop. He pulled them away and rested both hands on either of Eijiro’s knees, leaving Eijiro to whine and protest his suddenly unattended, dripping, and uncomfortably hard dick.

“Do you want me to go fast or slow?” Katsuki asked, all pretense gone from his voice, just a man asking for direction. Eijiro shook his head, panting.

“Whichever you want! C’mon, don’t leave me like this.”

Katsuki scowled and lifted his hands off of Eijiro entirely.

“We had a whole two weeks of this shit being all about me, it’s your turn.” Eijiro whimpered in the back of his throat, looking at Katsuki pleadingly.

“I was happy to do it! Please, Katsuki, just touch me.” Eijiro felt the handcuffs cutting into his wrists as he strained against them, and didn’t have the presence of mind to harden his skin against the chafing. All he could think about was Katsuki; Katsuki who had the ability to make him feel so good his ears rang and his brain went fuzzy and his heart beat out of his chest, Katsuki who was, at the moment, not doing a thing. Katsuki was smirking at him, arms crossed over his chest, looking smug despite the colour in his cheeks and the bulge in his pants.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I did! Touch me just touch me, have your way with me I don’t care come on just do it!” Katsuki clicked his tongue and shook his head, but rocked up onto his knees and splayed his arms on either side of Eijiro’s chest, grinning at him. Eijiro was momentarily distracted by the way the man’s black sleeves only served to accentuate the bulge and ripple of his arm muscles.

“Fast or slow?” Katsuki repeated himself.

“Whatever you-”

Katsuki swung his knee up onto Eijiro’s groin and pushed, pushed hard, eliciting a frustrated and aroused groan from Eijiro.

“I asked a fucking question, Red Riot.” Katsuki ground out, grinding his knee into Eijiro harder. Eijiro finally gave up and let his head fall back, moans and sighs escaping without muffling. “And I expect an answer.”

“Take it slow!” Eijiro gasped, “Just touch me, for the love of God put your hands on me.” Katsuki hummed in agreement and patted Eijiro’s cheek, leaning over to the side to grab condoms and lube from their bedside table and then rocking back on the balls of his feet, resituating himself between Eijiro’s legs. He grasped Eijiro’s hips and hauled him onto his lap, forcing his thighs apart further.

Eijiro heard as he clicked the lube open and felt a second later as one of Katsuki’s fingers slid into him. He squeezed his eyes shut. He knew he was clenching too hard to make stretching him out an easy task but he couldn’t help it; every nerve in his body felt like it was on fine, every muscle tensed and waiting for release. But not yet.

“Calm down.” Katsuki whispered, running one slick hand up Eijiro’s thigh to cup his balls and run the pad of his thumb over them. Eijiro let out a shaky breath and tried to lay still.

“You’re not making it easy.” He gasped, clenching his fists and willing his ass to do the opposite. Katsuki’s hot touch inside of him was like a bolt of lightning every time he moved. Katsuki was slowly, almost annoyingly slowly, stroking him, pressing further inside him.

“You weren’t this easy before.” Katsuki grumbled, and Eijiro cracked an eye open to see him smiling. He was enjoying this. Of course he was. He’d been at Eijiro’s mercy for a fortnight, and now the tables had turned. Dominance came naturally to him. Eijiro closed his eyes again.

“I’m out of practice.” He joked, sucking in a breath when Katsuki’s finger brushed over his prostate. Katsuki evidently noticed because a second later he pressed a second finger into Eijiro and rubbed over the spot again, harder. “Yes…” He groaned.

“That’s good?” Katsuki asked. Eijiro bit his lip and nodded, trying, in the back of his mind, to convince himself that the sound he let out wasn’t a whimper. It was a groan, maybe a moan. Something manlier than a whimper. Pleading was bad enough.

Heck, who cares? It’s Katsuki.

“So good.” He breathed, quivering as Katsuki pushed a third finger into him and pressed hard against him, eliciting a gasp, and then another gasp each time he ran his fingers over the same spot. “Yeah…Yes…Ah…” He groaned deep in his throat as Katsuki splayed his fingers far apart, stretching Eijiro more than he was used to. His brow furrowed a little and Katsuki’s fingers relaxed, then pulled out. Eijrio opened his eyes curiously in time to see Katsuki kiss the inside of his thigh.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” He asked quietly, not meeting Eijiro’s eye. Eijiro shook his head.

“Nah…Okay, a little. Not bad.” Katsuki nodded and slipped all three fingers back into Eijiro. He was more relaxed now and took them without issue or protest, relaxing into the pillows. He was still clenching his fists but forced his hands to relax, grabbing onto the bars of the bedframe instead. He breathed heavily through his nose as he tilted his head up and watched Katsuki push his fingers in and out of him rhythmically, methodically. Katsuki noticed his watching and smirked, grabbing his dick with his other hand and pumping it in time with the movements of his fingers.

“Katsuki…”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm…”

“Yeah.”

“No…Uh…St-stop.” Katsuki immediately withdrew his hands and rested them on Eijiro’s thighs. Even that touch made Eijiro shiver. He swallowed hard, collecting himself.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just don’t wanna come yet.” Said Eijiro, words coming slowly and shakily as he willed his heart to stop racing and start beating normally. He grinned at Katsuki. “I want you. C’mon, I’m ready.”

Katsuki grinned back and nodded. Eijiro closed his eyes and tilted his head back again, feeling as the warmth of Katsuki’s hands left him and hearing the loud click of Katsuki’s belt buckle, followed by the rustle of fabric as he yanked his pants down, then the crinkle of a condom being torn open. He let out a held breath as he felt Katsuki’s hands grip his hips and pull him off his lap, then inhaled sharply at the feeling of the man’s fingers slipping back into him, warm and slick.

Katsuki poked and prodded inside of him until he got the gasp that indicated he’d located Eijiro’s prostate again, then pulled his fingers out. A second later Eijiro felt Katsuki’s dick slip into him, more resistant than his hand had been. Eijiro took a shaky breath and gripped the bedframe harder, craning his head up to watch Katsuki guide himself in until they were pressed against each other. Katsuki glanced up and smiled tightly, reaching out to lay his hand on the man’s face, then looping his fingers through his mask and pulling his head forward to kiss him.

The kiss was anything but tender this time, and it was a conscious effort for Eijiro not to meet Katsuki’s intensity with his own, lest he bite the man’s tongue clean off. But it was a loud kiss, a wet kiss, one with a lot of tongue swapping and lip biting and exchanged breaths that tasted like stale coffee and toothpaste.

When Katsuki pulled back he kept his fingers looped through Eijiro’s mask and used the hold to draw Eijiro’s gaze down.

“Tell me when to start moving.” He said gruffly. Eijiro tried to nod but found his head held in place, so a choked ‘okay’ had to suffice.

Katsuki reached again for his dick and swiveled his fingers over the head of it, then slid his loosened fist down its length, drawing the edge of his thumbnail along the underside. Eijiro quivered at the touch and willed the burning sensation of being filled to subsided enough for movement. Eventually it did and he was faced with what to say to Katsuki to prompt his movement.

“Uh…K-Katsuki I’m uh…Mmmm…Good to go.” Katsuki looked up at him, the black of his mask and eyeliner making the whites of his eyes almost glow by comparison.

“Good to go for what?” He teased, smirking. Eijiro grumbled and tried to turn his face away but couldn’t. Katsuki’s grip on his mask was strong and Eijiro’s current motivation was weak. He settled for closing his eyes.

“Move, you big dummy.” He grumbled, but wasn’t able to pretend to stay mad for long. He opened his eyes again and beamed at Katsuki. “C’mon, move. Thrust, pound me, whatever you wanna call-” The words died in Eijiro’s throat as Katsuki withdrew his hips by a fraction and stroked the tight muscles clenching around his own dick. “Hrk-” Eijiro’s teeth clenched shut, then his mouth fell open and blabbering, working around a few choice words but unable to vocalize them. He sucked in his bottom lip and moaned loudly, the sound muffled.

Katsuki’s fingers, still clutching Eijiro's mask, dropped to his mouth and pushed his lip out from between his teeth. Immediately his moans got louder and his face flushed an even deeper shade of red. Katsuki smiled with satisfaction and directed Eijiro’s face back down.

“Look, Ei, watch me.” Eijiro nodded, eyes wide as Katsuki pulled his hips back and then thrust forward smoothly, still stroking Eijiro with one hand. Slowly, almost painfully so, he pulled back and thrust forward again, now moving his hand from Eijiro’s ass to his dick, stroking him up and down in time to his thrusts, slowly and evenly. Eijiro wanted so badly to keep himself quiet, retain some of his dignity, but found he was unable to. The only thing that shut him up was Katsuki catching his lips in a rough kiss again. Over and over until Eijiro had to cry out to breathe. Katsuki pulled away, breathless as well, and grinned.

“Feeling good?” He asked smarmily. Eijiro nodded rapidly. “Good.” Eijiro expected him to say something more, say something dirty, try to somehow seduce him even further, but he didn’t. He just dragged his thumb along Eijiro’s upper lip while looking him in the eye, hips not faltering in their steady thrusts for even a second.

“Is this what it felt like?” He asked suddenly. Even though the blissed out fog of sex, Eijiro had the presence of mind to be confused. He tilted his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows. Katsuki nodded down at the two of them. “Making me feel like this. Every day for two weeks.” Katsuki’s head fell forward for a moment, and Eijiro felt a tremor run through him, heard his breathless gasps. He was trying to last longer on his account. He could be as bright as a rock and still tell that much.

“It felt good when I was doing it.” Eijiro answered with a smile. “Kiss me.” Katsuki obliged, holding Eijiro in place by his mask. When they broke apart, Eijiro went on. “Are you feeling good?” Katsuki nodded but said nothing, staring Eijiro down. He grunted and let go of the man’s mask, placing the hand not jerking Eijiro off on the man’s hip, gripping him hard under his knuckles went white. Eijiro didn’t need his gaze forced down to watch as Katsuki’s body was raked by tremors that resulted in a few harder and faster thrusts into him and then Katsuki swearing under his breath as the tension drained from his body and he stuttered to a stop.

Eijiro could see the after waves of Katsuki’s orgasm sending shivers down his spine, but the man pulled out immediately and dropped to his stomach on the bed, grabbing Eijiro’s dick with both hands and taking him into his mouth. Eijiro shivered and watched his boyfriend bob his head up and down, running his tongue along his shaft. He wouldn’t tell him, would probably die if he did, but the jerking motion of the man’s head made the fins on the back of his mask flap like the wings of an oversized and very excited butterfly.

He was distracted from the thought by a burst of electricity in the back of his skull and a sudden lack of vision. With a long groan he flung his head back and came, bucking up into Katsuki’s mouth more eagerly than he’d like to admit.

The first things he became consciously aware of again, after the waves of pleasure hand finished rolling down him and caused him to blubber like an idiot, was how sore his shoulders were from being bound up in a weird angle, how hot and tight his sleeves felt, and the dumbfounded expression Katsuki was giving him. Eijiro focused on the latter.

“Oh uh…Katsuki, babe you’ve got…Um…On your chin…” Eijiro tried to restrain his laughter as he looked at his boyfriend; he must have been fucking up into his mouth harder than he’d thought, or maybe he’d clamped the poor guy’s head between his thighs, because Katsuki’s mask had been knocked to the side and a long smear of makeup trailed up into his hairline, staining a single lock of hair black. His face was flushed red and cum dripped out of his mouth, dribbled down his chin, and fell in sticky strings onto his shirt.

Katsuki composed himself with a shake of his head and wiped at his mouth with the heel of his hand, frowning. “You have never, in the four years we’ve been-”

“I know and I’m sorry I should’ve said something.” Eijiro blurted. He bit his lip hard, mind ricocheting back and forth between trying not to laugh and deciding if he should tell Katsuki how sexy he looked. He didn’t consciously decided to do either, and instead said “You’ve got cum on your shirt.” Katsuki looked down at himself and sighed, shoulders falling forward, then he reached up and pulled his mask off lazily, smearing even more makeup across his face. He looked back up with a half smile and crawled over Eijiro to undo the handcuffs holding him to the bedframe. As soon as his wrists were free, Eijiro rubbed the feeling back into them, then wrapped his arms around Katsuki and pulled him down and against his chest, snuggling his face into the crook of his neck.

“That felt amazing, Katsuki. Thank you.”

Katsuki laughed and Eijiro could almost hear the cogs in his brain turning, getting ready to say something scathing, but instead he nodded.

“Thank you. For looking after me and putting up with me.”

Eijiro chuckled and stroked the back of Katsuki’s head. “I’d do it all again. I did use all my days off though so you’ll have to spend Christmas alone.”

Katsuki snickered and pushed off of Eijiro’s chest, rolling to lay next to him, propping his elbow on the bed and cupping his chin in one hand, looking down at Eijiro smugly.

“I wouldn’t do it again.” He mused.

Eijiro frowned and folded his arms behind his head.

“Was the sex that bad?”

“No you fucker I had a traumatic brain injury. I had to pay good brain cells for those fucks.”

Eijiro laughed. “Was it worth it, though?” He asked, smiling up at Katsuki. Katsuki was trying to hide it, but the corner of his mouth tugged up in the hint of a genuine smile as he gave a single nod.

“Yeah.”

“Good. That’s all I can ask, I guess.” Eijiro raised an eyebrow curiously as Katsuki reached out and ran his hand through his hair, then chuckled.

“You’ve got makeup on your chest.”

“And you’ve got it in your hair.”

“And I’ve got your cum on my fucking shirt.”

“And I have your spit all over my mask.”

The two men stared at each other, and then fell into a laughing fit. Eijiro was so relieved to have this man back, this man who could be cruel and controlling, who embraced those facts about himself, who recognized his faults and sometimes worked to repair them, who hid his emotions when he saw them as weakness but who, above all else, loved him very much. He supposed he’d never really lost that man, only lent him to a place where his utility was stripped from him and he felt guilty because of it. But that was over, and that was thanks, in part, to Eijiro. He felt a little bubble of pride rise in his chest and he laughed. That felt nice.

When they’d contained themselves, Katsuki leaned down quickly and pecked a kiss to Eijiro’s forehead.

“We’re just all around dirty, huh?” Katsuki asked lowly.

“Yep.” Eijiro chirped. Katsuki’s eyes grew distant for a moment, then flicked back down to Eijiro’s.

“Remember what you said about never having sex in the shower?”

Eijiro nodded.

“Could you be convinced otherwi-”

“Very easily, yeah.”

Katsuki smirked and rolled off the bed, reaching back for Eijiro.

“Good, because if you thought this payback was a one time kinda deal you’ve got a new fucking think coming.”

Eijiro grinned and grabbed hold of Katsuki’s hand, scooting to the edge of the bed and standing. He embraced Katsuki on impulse, then nudged him toward the door.

“And you aren’t even acting on doctor’s orders.” He cooed teasingly.

Katsuki laughed but didn’t protest.

He’d been doing that more, laughing.

It was fitting, Eijiro supposed. They did always say laughter was the best medicine. Eijiro followed his boyfriend to the bathroom, trying and failing to keep his eyes off of the vivid love bites from the past two weeks.

He amended his thought as Katsuki turned suddenly and wrapped his arms around him, yanking him into a fierce kiss.

They say laughter is the best medicine, but this may be a close second.

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Eijiro, sweaty and exhausted from a double shift at the agency, found himself staring with confusion at two dozen eggs in the fridge.

Now, he liked eggs as much as the next guy, but when he’d left work that morning, there hadn’t been any eggs. And when he’d dashed home quickly between his shifts to snag a meal and say good night to Katsuki (who hadn’t been there, despite his earlier statement that he was looking forward to a night in), there had been one dozen eggs. And now it was morning again, he was done working, Katsuki was gone, and there were two dozen eggs. Which was a lot of eggs for two guys who didn’t make a habit of cooking much.

Knitting his eyebrows, he closed the fridge and reached for his phone to call his partner. Katsuki picked up on the fourth ring.

UPDATE TO THE UPDATE (February 6, 2019): Still haven't forgotten about this! Calculus was hard, but turns out calculus 2 is harder! And environmental geochemistry and sedimentology and stratigraphy are also tough! And I made it into the final round for my NASA grant application! So I've got shit going on, sorry about that. But I still write to work on this in my weekly planner each week so. It'll happen. Eventually. I've made good progress on my coping with post concussion syndrome, though!

UPDATE TO THE UPDATED UPDATE (May 8, 2019): I PASSED CALCULUS 2. And I work for NASA now which is wild! But summer's here and I'm ready to WRITE.

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Hello!
I've popped on here for the first time in a long time to actually post something, and it's not for this story. I've always felt bad about leaving this one hanging and alluding to an additional chapter that, at the time, I had all the intention in the world to complete. Unfortunately, there is no final chapter, and I'm going to leave this as it is. A lot has changed since the first chapter was posted and I've moved on to other stuff which! I'd be honored if you stuck around to see.
So anyhow, this is the last update. Thanks for reading, liking, and commenting, and for giving me the delusional confidence to continue writing shamefully horny material.
~Ray Devastatingly, AO3 added its limit to tags since I last updated, so 22 tags are going to be deleted. I have a screenshot of all of them for. Later.