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Shouto strokes the picture he’d stolen from Touya’s room with his fingertips, careful not to damage the paper as if it’s his most prized possession. In a way, it really is. He’s cut his brother off the picture so it’s just him – just Katsuki .

A shiver runs down his spine, a dreamy sigh slips past parted lips as he takes in the fiery gaze that sets his heart ablaze, always. The ash-blond haired boy stares right into his soul with those exquisite vermilion eyes of his that keep visiting Shouto in his dreams. In the privacy of his room, he can pretend that gaze is meant for his eyes only.

There’s sound filtering through the paper-thin wall that separates his room from his brother’s. A very loud thud of the bed framing banging violently against the wall is followed by obscene slapping sounds and moaning, high-pitched and fucking needy, most definitely Touya’s. There’s no way Katsuki would whine like such a bitch.

Shouto’s skin feels prickly, he’s too hot underneath the scratchy fabric of his clothes clinging to him. He tries really hard to ignore the noises, but it feels nearly impossible because they’re so fucking loud .

It doesn’t make any sense to Shouto either ‘cause it sounded like they were fighting just minutes ago. Lately, it feels like it’s all they know how to do. They fight, and fight, and fight just like their parents do, and Shouto can’t help but think that it’s all Touya’s fault most of the time. Touya is too stubborn, too conceited, head too far stuck up his own ass.

Too much like Enji. 

That’s why he’s their father’s favorite, after all.

Katsuki definitely deserves something better than this bullshit his brother puts him through, Shouto thinks.

Their parents and two other siblings aren’t home, so Touya gets to be as loud as he wants with his boyfriend which is such a bummer for Shouto, who shares a wall with him. Shouto almost wishes their fight ended with Katsuki storming off as he sometimes does, though most of the time it just ends up like this: with the two of them hate-fucking each other’s brains out before Katsuki leaves for good. Only for him to come back in the next week. Rinse and repeat, endlessly.

Despite their constant fighting, they seem to fuck a lot. Shouto fails to understand the logic behind it. They get into heated arguments that are borderline aggressive until someone is suddenly shoved against a wall very violently and soon enough they are moaning and cursing, spitting venom at each other.

Their relationship is as weird as their parent’s marriage, but they never break it up, so Shouto reckons that it sort of works. In some sort of twisted arrangement.

Shouto wonders if that’s how all relationships are supposed to be. 

He also thinks he wouldn’t treat Katsuki like that if he was in his brother’s place. Oh, no. He would never.

Shouto wheezes, his eyes flutter closed as he lies back after carefully placing the picture on the nightstand. He shuts off his brother’s voice and directs his full attention to Katsuki’s voice instead. Shouto has always been quite good at selective hearing, been practicing it his whole life whenever his father opened his mouth to start talking, so it’s quite easy to focus on Katsuki’s rough timbre, especially with the way it sends a tingle down his groin.

Shouto often wonders how it’s like to… do it with a boy. 

Having sex with another man always sounded a bit too scary to Shouto. The idea of doing it with Katsuki, though, always sounded a lot less daunting and much more thrilling. 

A long time ago, Shouto had found some magazines hidden in Touya’s room. He might’ve been thirteen or so by then. What he found inside unraveled something inside of himself as he flipped through page after page full of naked men doing weird stuff. 

It wasn’t lost on him how the sight of it made his cock stir and twitch in a way that it probably wasn’t supposed to. At that time, he wasn’t too sure what it meant. He even tried to suppress whatever weird cravings he had back then, thought the itch would go away once he had done it with a girl. So that’s what he tried to do. 

Shouto did it with a girl only once. She was a classmate from his school and even though she was pretty, — at least that’s what all the boys from school all seemed to think, so he he supposed he agreed — he hated everything about the whole act. It didn’t feel right, for some reason.

Shouto went home with her because she’d invited him to study, he genuinely thought they were going to do their math homework and call it a day. Touya and Natsuo would always tease him for being quite naive and they might have been right for once. 

Once he found out that her parents weren't home, the next thing Shouto knew, the girl was pushing him back and straddling his lap as she pulled his half-hard cock out while smothering him on her massive tits. 

He still remembers how she shoved his hand down her skirt, how it felt so soft down there and so, so fucking wet . It felt weird, really weird. To the point that made Shouto grossed out, but he tried to get into it regardless, the way he was supposed to. He tried to wrap his head around the feeling as he touched her with mild curiosity, paid attention to the way she squirmed around and moaned into his ear because it was his only tell that she was feeling good and that he was doing it right.

The whole time Shouto was there, he kept his eyes closed, letting his mind drift off somewhere else, floating into space or something, he was just going through the motions. He didn’t miss the way he felt his asshole clench around nothing as the girl stroked his cock while he clumsily fingered her, though. Shouto wondered if it was a normal reaction, but something told him it wasn’t. 

Shouto tried to suppress the fact that he could only get it up because he’d started fantasizing about something else entirely, anything other than that wet cave and those huge, jiggly breasts bouncing in front of his face. He was definitely living at least half of his male classmates’ dream. 

Shouto himself never wanted to do that again.

Shouto sighs and rolls onto his side, squeezing his thighs together to ease the discomfort between his legs caused by the involuntary voyeurism. Katsuki always gets so vulgar when he’s angry, Shouto has noticed.

Despite the weird experienced with the girl, which made him figure some things out, it was still weird because Shouto didn’t start looking at the other boys even after that. He was simply uninterested. 

It wasn’t until a few years later that a fleeting thought crossed his mind and piqued his interest, awakening his dormant curiosity involving the whole sex matter on the first time he inadvertently heard Katsuki fucking his brother because it sounded like they were having so much fun. 

Right now, however, he doesn’t know if they are having much fun or if they’re just taking out their frustrations on each other’s bodies. 

There’s another slam on the other side of the wall and Shouto begrudgingly lets his left hand slide down, then he stops only a whisper away from the waistband of his shorts as if he’s holding on to the last thread of his self-control, deterring himself to go further just yet.

It really isn’t his fault that he can’t control those impulses, it’s Katsuki who makes him like this. 

“ Katsuki… ” Shouto echoes his brother’s voice in a timid whisper into the emptiness of his own bedroom before he can stop himself. 

His face heats up, his cock throbs, his hands itch. 

He wants, and wants, and wants.

Shouto lifts his other hand and lightly traces the soft skin of his plush lips with his fingertips as he repeats that sacred name like a prayer, savoring each syllable rolling off his tongue.

He really loves how Katsuki’s name tastes. 

In his mind, Katsuki is the one who’s brushing slightly chapped lips over his own soft ones, playfully denying Shouto the kiss he wants so bad. It’s Katsuki, with his messy and shiny ash-blond hair, and those eyes full of energy, the ones that drive him to the brink of insanity, and that big mouth with those plump, rosy lips, and those slightly crooked teeth with cute pointy canines that Shouto wants all over his skin, tearing the delicate tissue apart. 

Through Shouto’s eyes, Katsuki is like a deity. 

He deserves so much better than his ungrateful brother.

It really, really isn’t Shouto’s fault that he gets like this when he thinks about the blond. Shouto really tried to suppress whatever weird cravings and fantasies he started to entertain since the first time he’d laid his eyes on Katsuki right when Touya first brought him home.

But how could he have helped the sexy, wet dreams he started having about Katsuki? It was something beyond his own self-control, a dirty whim from his subconscious mind that he couldn’t fight even if he wanted to.

Shouto blames the magazines in Touya’s room for planting these ideas in his mind.

He also blames Katsuki’s eyes. 

Katsuki’s eyes shine so brightly, always. They’re so beautiful, especially when Shouto catches the blond glaring at him whenever Katsuki thinks no one else is looking. Shouto wants to gouge the pair of rubies from its sockets to keep as an esteemed treasure made for him to cherish. 

Ah, Shouto would never treat Katsuki the way his stupid brother treats him. 

Touya is too spoiled, he throws fits at his boyfriend for the dumbest reasons. How Katsuki puts up with his bullshit on the daily is beyond Shouto.

Shouto, though, he would treat Katsuki so well. So, so much better than his brother does. He would never do anything to spite or upset him. He would cherish and care for him the way he deserves to be cherished.

Lost in thought, Shouto greedily savors his private, stolen moments with Katsuki. Subtle touches that probably go unnoticed by the blond, but to Shouto they mean the world. Always a light brush of Katsuki’s knuckles on Shouto’s arm or shoulder, just to catch his attention when they’re talking and nothing else, a playful ruffle of his hair there, a bop on his nose, the occasional arm leaning on Shouto’s shoulder and so on. 

Despite Katsuki’s rough nature, he’s always been so friendly to Shouto. 

Shouto would jump at the slightest chance to make him happy, if he could.

There’s another lewd moan echoing off the wall and that’s when Shouto finally snaps and caves in. He hastily stuffs his hand down his underwear with a defeated groan, wrapping trembling fingers around his cock as he pictures himself taking his brother’s place under Katsuki. 

(Sometimes, he dreams about killing his brother, bloody and messy, and stealing Katsuki away right after, riding high on the euphoria of his triumph as he rides Katsuki’s cock frantically. Shame and fear coils around his heart like sharp wires cutting through and making him bleed when he stirs awake in a cold sweat, horrified at his own mind and the disgusting things it’s able to conjure.)

Shouto imagines how he would run his fingers through Katsuki’s gold locks, his hair must be so soft despite their spikiness. He moans lowly and in tune with Katsuki in the next room as he palms his achingly hard cock. Shouto draws another moan out of himself when he imagines it’s Katsuki’s hand touching him instead.

Grabbing the base of his cock, Shouto squeezes a little, biting into his lip to muffle the low groan that escapes him, then he twists his wrist as his mind wanders far, far away. He feels restless and so fucking turned on just by thinking about how Katsuki would look above him, how would his mouth feel as he left marks on his milky skin.

God, Shouto wants him so, so badly.

A grin splits across his face when he pictures Katsuki stretching him open thoroughly, he would tell him what a good boy Shouto is, how much better than his brother he is, before absolutely railing him into the bed. Shouto twists his wrist in the right direction and moans.

Katsuki would definitely be rough, and explosive, and perfect, Shouto is pretty sure of it. The boy sinks his teeth into his lower lip again, hard enough to rip the skin and draw a tiny fleck of blood as he strokes himself faster, thrusting into his fist and burying his face into his pillow to muffle his pitiful whines and little pleas.

Shouto isn’t sure what any of it means, but these fantasies make his cock throb and leak precum into his hand. He whines and hiccups, thumbing the slit and spreading the wetness all around, chasing after his release.

Shouto should’ve known he was lost the moment he’d started jerking off to vivid fantasies of his brother’s boyfriend pounding him into oblivion soon after he was introduced to the blond. 

At first, he thought this silly, teenage crush would go away in a few weeks, but even after months had passed, it never went away. If anything, it’s gotten even stronger and it keeps growing. It didn’t help that Katsuki grew closer and closer to Shouto over time, talking to him and even teasing him sometimes.

Objectively, Shouto thinks it’s illogical to even consider getting together with Katsuki despite how nice he is to him because how could someone even throw a glance his way when they already have Touya? 

Flawless and confident Touya Todoroki.

Shouto squeezes his eyes tighter to take his mind off these thoughts, releasing a shuddering breath. It’s a pitiful situation he has locked himself in, he already knows it. Right now, it doesn’t matter. 

Shouto groans a bit louder and allows himself to get lost in it. Touching himself thinking about Katsuki always makes him cum the hardest, even with the feeling of dread that settles into his bones once he’s done. 

Shouto knows he should stop it because of how wrong it is. He should focus on school or whatever else to try and get his mind off of Katsuki, but he simply cannot.

The moans coming from the next room start to fade into the back of his mind like background noise the closer Shouto gets to his orgasm. He wonders if he’ll ever be prepared to dip his toes into the waters of sticking his fingers inside himself to fool around with his virgin asshole, but the concept is still a bit intimidating to him. 

Would it hurt too much? Would it feel good?

He’s pretty sure he would let Katsuki do it to him. Mmhm. Yes. He definitely would.

Shouto imagines how the blond would take him apart and melts even further into the mattress, his hole twitches, wanting so badly to be filled even though he doesn’t even know what that feels like. But if it’s Katsuki doing it to him, he wouldn’t mind. It would probably feel like absolute heaven.

“Katsuki… Oooh, Katsuki… P-please…” Shouto begs to his own fantasy, too lost in it at this point and pretends the rough and mean ‘fucking take it, you spoiled bitch’ he hears so clearly inside his head is directed at him and not at his brother. 

Shouto pants harshly as he increases the pace, feeling goosebumps run through his entire body, the urge to stroke himself faster and faster only builds up, so he concedes, succumbs to his desire going a little dumb as he feels it closer and closer, the coil tightens and then snaps. It feels good, so, so good. 

Everything goes blurry for a brief second, his eyes unfocused and mind too hazy for Shouto to be sure if the shout of Katsuki’s name came from Touya or if it has erupted from his own throat. Regardless of that, all he feels is pure bliss right after as his body seizes up, back arching off the bed as a pleasant tingle runs through him like sparkles popping off underneath his skin and all he sees is white-hot pleasure imprinted behind his eyelids.

When Shouto snaps back to reality with his skin still buzzing in the afterglow, he wrinkles his nose at the not-so-pleasant feel of his soiled underwear and dirty hand, feeling slightly disgusted. 

His breathing is ragged and the noises coming from the other room have also stopped for a few outstretched minutes, so they might be done fucking. He wonders if he came at the same time as Katsuki did.

Shouto wrenches his hand away from his spent cock, carelessly wiping it on the side of his shorts with a deep sigh. He lets himself fall limp on his mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Shouto covers his eyes with his forearm as he tries to catch his breath. A silent “fuck” is muttered under his breath and followed by a groan as he tunes out the muffled conversation on the other side of the wall as it quickly evolves into another argument.

Not long after, he startles as he hears the door being slammed shut so harshly he could swear his own room has shaken a little and then someone is stomping away angrily. Another door is slammed and something crashes against the wall adjacent to his with a loud shattering sound.

If it was Shouto, he would never let Katsuki storm off like that.

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Shouto’s attention is pulled away from his sketchbook as he hears a soft knock on his door that he’d left slightly ajar. His heart skips a beat and a tinge of pink spreads over his cheeks as soon as he looks up and sees Katsuki standing in his doorway, glancing inside his room, as beautiful as always.

“Ah, Katsuki! Please, come in!” Shouto sets the sketchbook down as he invites Katsuki in, perhaps a little too eager and he can feel his eyes sparkling as the blond crosses the threshold and sits on the end of his bed.

This isn’t an unusual occurrence for them, Katsuki stops by his room to talk to him quite often just to pass the time when he’s waiting for Touya to get dressed whenever they’re going out with their friends. 

His brother always takes ages to get ready, which is really annoying when he’s hogging the bathroom in the mornings and making everyone else late, but when it’s like this, Shouto doesn’t mind at all because it means he gets to spend some time alone with Katsuki.

The blond opens his mouth to say something, but then he promptly shuts it as a song comes on shuffle from the speakers connected to Shouto’s laptop on the table.

“Ohh wait a fucking minute, I love that song!”

Shouto’s face brightens almost instantly.

“You do?” Shouto says, all sparkly-eyed as he watches Katsuki bop to the song, drumming with his fingers on the side of his thigh to the beat. “Fuyumi says the lyrics are too disturbing and weird, and that I shouldn’t listen to stuff like that.”

“Well, we both know your big sis doesn’t know shit about good music,” Katsuki scoffs. “Anyhow, what’re you doodling over there?” he gives a nod toward his sketchbook. Immediately flustered, Shouto tries to hide it instinctively.

“Ah, it’s nothing worth seeing!”

“Ah! C’mon now, halfie, just let me see!” Katsuki tries to grab the sketchbook as Shouto pulls it out of arm’s reach, or at least tries to, although before he knows, the blond is wrestling him on the bed. 

Katsuki is obviously stronger and broader than Shouto, body built like a Greek god or something, so Shouto’s quickly overpowered. Not to mention, his mind goes a little dumb when Katsuki grabs his wrists and pins him into the mattress while sitting down heavily on top of his thighs, completely immobilizing him. 

The blond’s eyes bore into Shouto’s mismatched ones, lowering his face until he’s only a few inches away from Shouto’s, rendering him completely stunned. Shouto can’t do anything other than stare back with his lips slightly parted and eyes as wide as saucers. Katsuki lets his gaze roam over his face, dropping lower and lower until he’s gawking at Shouto’s mouth.

For a second, Shouto thinks Katsuki is going to lean in and close the distance between them to kiss him and his eyes fall shut, but then he feels Katsuki retreat, sitting back as he takes advantage of Shouto’s distraction to easily pry the sketchbook from his hand with a victorious grin. 

Katsuki doesn’t seem to mind the obviously awkward position they’ve ended up in, even though Shouto can feel his cheeks burning and he’s praying to whatever deity up there that he doesn’t pop a boner right now.

What is Katsuki thinking? If Touya walks in on them like this, he’d definitely get the wrong idea!

( Is it so bad, though? His stupid mind supplies, unhelpfully.)

“Katsuki, give it back! Please! A-and get off me!” Shouto pouts, trying to lurch at him again to retrieve the stupid sketchbook, but the blond is quicker to swat his hand away easily, dropping his entire weight on top of his thighs heavily as he sits back.

Shouto gasps, trying his best to ignore the way his brain is short-circuiting right now because fuckfuckfuck his brother’s goddamn boyfriend — who just so happens to be his damn crush as well — is fucking straddling him!

Katsuki ignores Shouto easily and just laughs at him, carefree and amused, the sound is rough and sweet at the same time, it renders Shouto mesmerized because he doesn’t get to hear it often. Katsuki never laughs like that when he’s with his brother. It serves as a distraction and Shouto just lies back, powerless, turning his face away with mortification when Katsuki shuffles through the pages.

Shouto feels his face heat up, more embarrassed about his stupid doodles than at the position they’re in. It feels like torture when Katsuki turns the sketchbook around to analyze something in particular that seems to catch his attention. Most of his scribbles are abstract as fuck and a tad bit disturbing for some people, so Shouto is left wondering what he might be thinking right now.

Unlike most people Shouto ever dared to share them with, Katsuki doesn’t look disturbed or disgusted by the sight of them.

Does he not think Shouto is a creep for drawing that kind of stuff?

“Hey, those are actually pretty fucking good!” 

Shouto’s eyes widen as Katsuki blurts it out once he’s finally satisfied, snapping the sketchbook shut and throwing it at him before lifting himself off Shouto’s lap to go back to sitting on the edge of his bed as if nothing happened.

“You think so?” Shouto sits up, holding his sketchbook to his chest as he blinks warily at Katsuki. 

Despite how his dumb heart is doing little flips inside his chest, all too excited at being praised by Katsuki like that, he doesn’t know if he can actually believe him. No one’s ever praised his art like that.

“Fuck yeah!” Katsuki grins. “Did you learn that shit all by yourself? That’s fucking cool.”

Before Shouto can answer him, Touya appears by his door and lets himself inside his room without asking for Shouto’s permission to come in. Shouto’s face immediately twists into a sneer, feeling unjustified anger boiling under his skin.

“What are you doing here?” Touya asks Katsuki without even acknowledging the presence of his little brother but doesn’t wait for an answer, shrugging as he adds, “Anyways, don’t care. I’m ready, so let’s get going!”

Katsuki looks up at his boyfriend and jumps to his feet, throwing a glance at Shouto.

“Keep that shit up, kid.” 

He winks at him and Shouto can’t help the little tug at the corners of his mouth because it’s so rare that anyone actually indulges him like that with his hobbies that this one simple action makes his chest feel full and a little fuzzy.

“Oi, don't encourage him!” His brother jokingly punches Katsuki’s bicep making the blond frown at him. “All this guy does is stay cooped up in here doodling creepy shit like a freak. It’s probably not even healthy.”

Shouto’s face falls, he half expects Katsuki to go with it and laugh at his expanse with Touya but the blond looks back at his boyfriend with a scowl, eyebrows knit together like he’s displeased by what he’s just heard.

“Don’t be such an asshole, Touya, your brother is very talented, actually. I was just telling him the truth.”

Touya rolls his eyes and sighs, tilting his head to the side like he’s thinking. It’s rather dramatic, like everything he does, and it makes Shouto unreasonably mad; he just wants him gone already.

“You wanna go ahead and say that to my dad, babe ?” He turns his face away from Katsuki to look at Shouto whose grip around his sketchbook has tightened. “You know what dad thinks about that, Shouto.”

Shouto feels his anger simmering underneath his skin, he grits his teeth and bites his tongue to hold back the nasty retort that he really wants to blurt out. It’s a battle not worth picking up, Shouto knows he can never win at any of those arguments with his older brother and he doesn’t want to get in trouble with their father either. Enji is always prone to take Touya’s side without even questioning anything anyway. It’s not worth it. Any of it.

“Yeah, I know that,” he chooses to say instead. If he complies, there’s a better chance Touya won’t snitch. “Please, Touya, don’t tell the old man, the last time he burned all my old sketchbooks…”

Touya hums thoughtfully and for some reason, Katsuki’s frown deepens.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki sounds and looks taken aback. This shouldn’t really be that surprising to him, Katsuki has met Enji after all. “Your old man burned your brother’s shit?!”

“Shouto deserved it that time. Also, you know my dad, babe, and Shouto knows him well, too, he doesn’t want my brother here thinking he’ll be attending art school or some shit like that.” Touya rolls his eyes at Katsuki’s expression. “Don’t be so dramatic, Katsuki, dad’s just caring about his future is all.”

“You went to theater school though, what’s the fucking difference?”

“There’s a plan for my future I’m supposed to follow through,” Shouto beats Touya to it, sounding bitter.

Katsuki winces at that and Shouto’s heart swells, tricking himself into believing he might care. No one’s ever cared about him or about what he wants, but Katsuki apparently does. That, or he’s just baffled. It’s not often that people are privy to the fucked up shit his family gets up to.

“Where are you going then?”

“Law school,” he mumbles, the knot around his throat feels tighter whenever he has to say it out loud.

“Don’t act like this is such a terrible fate, Shouto.” Touya scolds him, managing to sound exactly like their father. “You’re going to succeed dad one day, this is a good thing and besides, we all have our own roles to fill in this family, you know that. I have to play my part same as you do.”

He’s not necessarily wrong, but he’s not right either. 

Touya has always been left off the hook, he barely ever got scolded and he mostly does whatever he wants because Enji is just so terrified his precious firstborn might run away again that he twists and bends himself to concede his brother’s every wish, then takes it out on Shouto. It’s always been like that.

“Yeah… I know,” comes out of Shouto’s mouth through gritted teeth. “Just please, Touya, promise me you won’t tell him. I’ll behave.”

Shouto rubs at his eyes harsher than necessary as he feels them starting to sting. Katsuki is looking at him with a strange look on his face, it’s almost like he’s troubled.

“Don’t be so harsh on your brother, Touya,” Katsuki says to his boyfriend. “He’s not doing anything wrong, kid was just fucking drawing.”

“If dad finds out I know what he’s been doing, it’s me who’ll be getting in trouble.”

“This is ridiculous, you’re talking about it like he’s been doing drugs here, it’s just a fucking hobby.”

“Jeez, what’s gotten into you?” Touya frowns at Katsuki before turning to Shouto. “Damn, fine, I won’t tell on you, but only because Kat is asking, so make sure to hide that shit well when you’re done, brat.”

“I really appreciate it, Touya,” Shouto thanks him weakly.

“Pfft. Your family sure is something,” Katsuki shakes his head like he doesn’t quite believe it. “Well, anyways, let’s get going, that psycho bitch Himiko is already blowing up my phone with messages.” 

“Oi, don’t talk about our friend like that, Kat!” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Katsuki grabs Touya by the shoulder, casting one final glance in Shouto’s direction to wink at him before dragging his brother and himself out of his room, leaving him alone once again.

Shouto feels inexplicably heavy. He hates his brother so, so much.

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A few weeks later, Shouto’s rummaging through the fridge late at night to get himself a glass of milk because he can’t sleep. 

How could he? Certainly not with his brother and his boyfriend being so stupidly loud in the room right next to his. He doesn’t even know if they’ve been arguing or fucking for the past few hours as both options seem entirely likely. It’s been really hard to tell which is which these days, so Shouto finally got too sick of it and thought it would do him some good to get away from there, at least until they’re done with… whatever they’ve been doing.

As Shouto shuts the fridge and whirls around, his heart almost halts for a moment. Katsuki is sauntering into the kitchen, walking towards him with his confident strides and wearing nothing but sweatpants. Shouto almost crushes the carton of milk he’s just grabbed, squeezing it too tightly to prevent it from slipping from his suddenly clammy fingers as he sees Katsuki scratching his very naked chest absently before smirking at him.

Damn. It really should be illegal for someone to be so effortlessly hot. 

Shouto tries to snap out of it. He should get into his stupid pea-brain once and for all that thirsting over his brother’s boyfriend is bad. Very, very bad. He’s aware that he’s shamelessly staring at Katsuki or rather at his stupid broad chest, and his toned biceps, and his very, very defined muscles… It’s just really hard not to! Shouto can’t help himself!

“Look who’s here, it’s Touya’s baby brother!” Katsuki drawls, teasingly. He knows Shouto hates being called that way, so, of course, he does it often just to rile him up. “Isn’t it past your bedtime or something, kid?”

“Of course I’m here,” he says flippantly. “I live here, in case you’d forgotten.” He quickly switches the tone to his usual deadpan and frowns. “And I also have a name: it’s Shouto.” 

He tries really hard to recover from his initial stun, willing his heart to stop thumping so loudly, he decides to move to grab a mug from the cupboard just to divert his attention from Katsuki.

Katsuki huffs, seemingly unfazed by his snappy behavior, invading his personal space as if it’s nothing to get himself a glass while Shouto is still balancing on his tiptoes, reaching for the cupboard. Shouto’s frozen on the spot as he feels Katsuki’s warmth when he presses himself to his side, lingering there for over a whole unnecessarily long minute before he steps away. Shouto sucks in a breath. It’s almost as if Katsuki’s doing this on purpose.

Shouto shakes his head, trying to get his bearings. He finally grabs the damn mug he’s been looking for and slams the cupboard shut, hopping onto the counter to sit with his legs dangling lazily over the edge. They both stay silent as Shouto pours the milk into the mug slowly while Katsuki fills his glass with water from the tap before leaning against the counter a bit too close to him for comfort. But it’s fine.

It’s all fine.

Shouto sets the carton down and takes a sip, humming his approval. He considers rushing back to his room because the air there suddenly feels too stiff. Katsuki’s eyes seem to never leave him and Shouto can’t look away from his exposed chest, which is bad, really, really fucking bad. It makes him want to do things he definitely shouldn’t.

“You’ve got a mustache now.” Katsuki huffs, pointing at his own lips. Shouto immediately feels his cheeks flush with embarrassment and quickly brings his hand to wipe at his mouth, however as it comes away clean, he pouts, frowning pointedly at Katsuki when he lifts his head.

“Hey, I was just fucking with you, halfie. No need to get all pouty.” Katsuki takes a step closer and taps Shouto’s nose with his forefinger, winking at him as he sips his water without breaking eye contact. 

Fuck, but he’s so close…  

“I’m not pouty!” Shouto huffs, pouting harder.

“Yeah, yeah…” Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Sooo… You having trouble sleeping or something?” 

Shouto shrugs, biting back the impulsive: ‘Yes! Because of you!’ that’s sitting on the tip of his tongue and drowns it by chugging down more of his milk so fast that he almost chokes on it.

“Or something.” He clears his throat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand out of self-consciousness. “I’m kinda used to it, though. What about you?”

“I was just thirsty.” Katsuki nods to his half-empty glass for emphasis, though for some reason Shouto thinks he sounds insincere.

“Right.” Shouto hums thoughtfully. “H-how are things between you and Touya anyway?” As Katsuki eyes him warily, he hurries to add, “Sorry, I think I might’ve heard you guys fighting earlier…” 

Shouto watches Katsuki carefully, wondering if he has overstepped any boundaries when he sees his shoulders tense up and the slight grit of his teeth. Feeling his own nerves spiking up, Shouto bites his lip, worried that he might’ve made Katsuki upset by asking something a little too personal.

“We’re, uh—not great, I suppose. But it’s whatever.” 

Shouto’s eyes widen, he wasn’t really expecting such an honest answer to this. Internally, he’s panicking because now he’s unsure what he’s supposed to do or say. Should he try to comfort him somehow? 

It’s a bittersweet feeling, too. Shouto doesn’t want to offer any advice to help Katsuki fix whatever it is that’s been fucked up on his relationship with his brother. It’s not out of spite or anything, though a snarky, mocking voice in a darker corner of his brain tries to tell him that yes, that’s exactly what his hesitation is. 

But this tiny little voice couldn’t be more wrong. 

He doesn’t wanna do it because he doesn’t think Katsuki should be going through any of this at all. He should leave Touya, teach him a lesson so he stops thinking the world is his dinner plate to feast from. Touya desperately needs a reality check.

“Do…” He tries, but the words feel wrong before he even gets them out. He takes in a sharp breath before trying again despite his better judgment. On the other hand, he rationalizes with himself, if he shows compassion and empathy, he’ll get on Katsuki’s good side for helping and that’s good, too. “D-do you wanna talk about it?”

“Nah, it’s just that your brother is too much of a brat sometimes, but it’s nothing serious.” 

Try as he might, Shouto fails not to sound a bit annoyed when he says, “Fine, so don’t tell me.” He can’t help but feel a little disappointed at the rejection.

Katsuki huffs and shakes his head. “I guess it runs in the family, huh.”

“What does?”

Katsuki’s gaze lingers on him, but he doesn’t say anything and neither does Shouto, so they both let the silence stretch between them for what feels like an eternity. Katsuki’s eyes seem to shift just a little when Shouto licks his lips as if tracking the movement right before he snaps his attention back to Shouto’s focused eyes, his red irises now seem a shade darker.

Shouto’s mind is racing.

He’s so close. He’s so close. He’s so close. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

For a moment there, it looks like Katsuki wants to burn that bridge and get even closer, but there’s something holding him back. 

Of course there is. The obstacle’s name standing between them is Touya. 

If Touya didn’t exist, maybe Katsuki would be his. 

In some alternate reality, perhaps, Touya has fucked off somewhere for good, he never came back when he ran away from home, or he might’ve died in some tragic accident, who knows and so Shouto and Katsuki get to be together.

It’s a nice thought.

In any case, this seemingly unprompted proximity has been happening a lot lately. Shouto doesn’t try to stop it, but it’s confusing. It messes with his mind.

Whenever they’re alone in a room, it’s like there’s tension hanging between them. It started shortly after the other day back in his room, when Katsuki straddled him to get a hold of his sketchbook. He guesses they both felt the waves of tension that sparked between them right at that moment. 

Before, it was just light teasing, furtive looks, the occasional brush of knuckles from Katsuki, but now his playful touches linger, until Shouto feels his skin tingling when Katsuki pulls away. These little exchanges feel suspiciously like flirting, it’s like something private just for the two of them to enjoy. A dirty little secret even though Katsuki always finds some excuse to walk away whenever they get a bit too close. Which is the right thing to do, of course. 

All of it is too damn confusing, though, because Katsuki always looks like he’s on edge, like he wants to do something else, or as if he wants to stay there, basking in Shouto’s company a little bit longer.

As if he wants to do more than just this.

Just like he’s doing right now.

Shouto tried to tell himself that he’s been imagining things because this is better than letting himself give in to his own stupid hopes. He’s settled for rationality, otherwise he would be feeding into hollow expectations, wishing for something he can never have. He repeats a lone prayer to himself over and over as a counterspell. This is just his mind playing tricks on him and nothing else. This guy is his brother’s boyfriend. He can’t keep on wanting him.

It’s hard. It gets especially tougher when Katsuki gets this close and looks like it’s taking everything in him to hold himself back. Like he’s on the verge of making the wrong decision.

If Touya just ceased to exist, perhaps—

Shouto’s taken by surprise, all thoughts abruptly cut off when Katsuki sets his glass down and then cold fingers come up to touch Shouto’s face, so suddenly that he has to bite back a gasp as his eyes flutter closed. He feels as stiff as a board.

“How come you’re so different from all of them?” Katsuki muses, his gruff voice sounding even deeper when he’s speaking so low into the quietness of the kitchen. “You don’t even look like you belong in this family.”

Shouto doesn’t know what to say to that, he’s too afraid to open his mouth and cause this fragile moment to shatter by stuttering out something incredibly dumb. The silence has always been his friend, so he keeps quiet. 

He braces himself and blinks his eyes open slowly, staring at Katsuki with wide eyes without uttering a word, his lips hanging slightly parted in awe because Katsuki has never been this bold with him before. He always finds an excuse to touch him instead of doing it seemingly at random. Shouto doesn’t object. He never would.

“What happened to your face?” Shouto holds his breath as Katsuki tentatively traces the edge of his scar with his fingertips as if he’s afraid he might hurt him. It feels so surreal. The oddity of it all makes him wonder if he’s having a lucid dream instead. Perhaps he’s been sleepwalking without even knowing. “I was always curious, but I didn’t really want to ask your brother about it… Was it your father?”

It’s amusing how he just jumped to that conclusion, it almost makes him scoff. Most people certainly would think that, yeah. It does sound just like his father to maim one of his kids for whatever reason. Shouto has some scars to attest to that, but Enji has always been smarter than Rei in that aspect. Enji would never harm his property in places people could see and talk about it. His father has always been a man of appearances, so the scars he’s gotten from him were all in places where only a lover could see. Places that were too intimate, too well-concealed. 

“Surprisingly, no.” Shouto shakes his head, nipping at his lower lip. He feels the mug almost slip from his grip and tightens his fingers around the ceramic. “It was my mom.”

“Rei did that?!” 

The way Katsuki’s eyes widen at that is an entirely expected reaction, to be quite honest. Shouto figures he looks as dumbfounded as most people would be if he ever told this to someone. He’s never done it, too afraid his father would find out and the consequences would be worse than a burn scar, so this is the first time he sort of discloses it to someone else. 

Shouto watches Katsuki’s face as it twists, wondering if Katsuki believes him. It would make total sense if he doesn’t because his mother is such a sweet woman, the type of person that people would swear couldn’t hurt a fly.

Well. Half of it is true.

When they were little, Rei wouldn’t ever kill the spiders the kids found around the house while they were playing and came to her crying for Rei to get rid of them. Shouto remembers how she would kindly trap them inside a glass and release them into the back garden amid the multitude of flowers that she used to attend to every day, so the tiny, terrifying creature in the eyes of the children could live just a little more.

Kind. Rei used to be so kind.

Little Shouto always thought mommy was so brave for doing that.

The irony in it is that although his mother couldn’t even hurt a roach if she could avoid it, she had hurt her son regardless. 

But she was just a bit sick at that time. It was an accident cause by Shouto’s own recklessness. Shouto shouldn’t have been bothering her when his father had already warned him not to do it anyways. But as a child, he was too stubborn. 

Consequences. People pay prices for their actions. It’s what his father always says.

Shouto wants to scoff bitterly at these thoughts that come rushing back to him uninvited because there are quite a lot of things that Touya probably has never told Katsuki. He probably doesn’t know how real fucked up their family is, how dark are the secrets his parents try to conceal. So many things that would make the blond’s jaw drop.

Shouto shakes his head and mumbles, “It wasn’t her fault,” so quiet and distant, he’s not even sure Katsuki has heard him. He hopes that Katsuki won’t keep digging because he feels like now that the faucet was turned, he will keep spilling.

Shouto tries to avert his eyes then, suddenly ashamed and self-conscious. The attention over him is too much, Katsuki’s proximity is too overwhelming, but Katsuki doesn’t let go of him, his fingers travel down to his chin, gently coaxing Shouto to return his gaze and Shouto’s nothing but weak, he’s certain he would willingly do anything Katsuki asks him to.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault either.”

Shouto stares back at him, focusing on the intensity of those crimson eyes boring into his own. Shouto wants to be consumed by his gaze. He feels too hot, his heart thumping too loud in his ears, too harsh like it’s going to burst right out of his chest.

“Do you think it looks disgusting?”

Shouto’s eyes widen when he realizes that he has just blurted out his silly insecurities out loud. In such a tiny, weak voice. His face burns with shame, it’s just like him to make a fool of himself in front of Katsuki.

While he’s being pinned in place under Katsuki’s scrutiny, Shouto wonders what would happen if he gave in, if he just leaned in and let their lips touch. If only for just a fraction of a second, just to see what would happen, what would Katsuki do. 

Would Katsuki push him away? Would he kiss him back?

For a second, it looks like Katsuki is about to give in. Shouto can see that there’s a war going on inside his brain, it’s reflected in his eyes, in the way they darken the same way the sky would when a storm is about to break.

“I think it looks fucking exquisite.”

He says it with such sincerity that it knocks the breath right out of Shouto’s lungs. Shouto keeps still, he doesn’t dare to move, doesn’t dare to talk.

Right now, there’s nothing standing between the two of them.

He wants. He wants. He wants—

“ Fuck , I want to kiss you so fucking bad right now.” Katsuki whispers like a confession in the dimly lit kitchen. It carries shame and guilt. And something else, something almost desperate. Shouto is tempted to tell him that he’s been wanting to do that ever since he’s met him, if only to lessen Katsuki’s guilt. He doesn’t find his voice to tell him so. “That’s so fucked up, isn’t it?” 

Except there is something — someone. There’s Touya. There’ll always be fucking Touya standing between him and the things he wants.

Standing between him and his father’s love. Standing between him and Katsuki, his one true love.

Shouto shakes his head almost imperceptibly, denying what Katsuki has just said despite knowing fully well that yes, it is really fucked up. He holds his breath, though, grabbing at the edge of the counter with his free hand until his knuckles turn white while the other is still grasping at the mug. It feels like he might lose his center of gravity if he ever lets go. 

He realizes he’s still clutching his mug, so tight he’s afraid it might shatter between his fingers.

He can feel Katsuki’s breathing on his cheek, it causes tingles. A stinging ghost pain of longing, of wanting for him to reach out. Katsuki’s face is merely an inch apart from his, if Shouto were to lean in, their lips would touch. 

There’s no telling what would happen after that. They would either be consumed by lust once they’ve taken a bite off the forbidden fruit, or they would fall apart. Katsuki would either realize his mistake and he would go back to his brother, or he would be drawn to him and they could be together, forever.

Katsuki deflects, though, nuzzling into the left side of his cheek, right under his scar, letting his lips brush softly over the skin there. Shouto shivers, he’s overwhelmed and before he realizes, the mug finally slips from his hand, shattering in a million pieces as it crashes onto the floor, milk spilling everywhere.

The moment shatters with it. 

Katsuki steps back as suddenly as he’s approached him, taking his hand away as if he was abruptly broken off the spell he’s been under. 

In a way, he probably has. Unfortunately for Shouto.

“I…” He coughs and fumbles a little. “Sorry, Shouto, I’m gonna head back to — uh, I’m going to head back to bed. Yeah — I fucking — fuck. I gotta go back to bed! G’night, kid!”

Shouto is too stunned to say anything, he just watches Katsuki bolt right back to his brother’s room, leaving him staring blankly after his retreating back. 

Shouto wants to crawl right out of his skin. He should be feeling guilty and ashamed for wanting his brother’s boyfriend to himself so bad, but right now the bitter taste that sits on Shouto’s tongue at being jilted like that is all he can feel. 

Envy and jealousy creeps up his skin and starts spreading through his whole body like poisoned ice, freezing everything in its wake.

If Touya didn’t exist, perhaps he could have Katsuki.

With the overwhelming feeling of dread washing over him, he jumps off the counter, pushing himself to start cleaning up his mess mechanically, feeling so, so stupid. 

Katsuki almost kissed him. He would have, if Shouto hadn’t ruined the perfect moment.

If there was no Touya, Katsuki would have kissed him.

He curses as he cuts his finger on a shard of glass, hurrying to the sink to wash the blood, hissing at the sting. He finishes cleaning up, more carefully this time, before heading to his room to find a band-aid for his cut.

When he’s finally curled up on his bed, hiding under the blankets, Shouto still feels the tingles of where Katsuki’s hand had been resting on his face and where his lips touched his skin. 

He almost kissed him. Katsuki almost fucking kissed him.

He jumps as he hears a thump on the other side of the wall. He knows by now that the muffled chattering will soon evolve and give way to another nasty argument with the way they seem to struggle to keep their voices hushed. Katsuki sounds angry and so does Touya.

Shouto takes the slightest pleasure in that. That’s good, he thinks, they should keep fighting until Katsuki gets too sick of his bullshit and figures out Touya isn’t the one for him.

If they broke up, perhaps then Katsuki could see that Shouto would never, ever treat him the way Touya does. Perhaps he would give him a chance to be good to him.

Without even realizing, the thoughts of them fighting make him hot and bothered. He lets his hand travel down his body and unceremoniously shoves it inside his pajama pants with a sigh.

In the next room, they keep trying and failing to keep their quiet. The sound of someone throwing something against the wall makes Shouto harder.

Chapter Text

Shouto loves when he’s home alone.

He loves it because then he gets to do whatever he feels like without anyone nagging him. He can sit on the couch however he wants without bothering about his posture and manners, and he can watch and enjoy the crappiest shit on the TV without having to worry about its educational value, he’s able to eat garbage food without being scolded and judged because he has to watch over his figure, and he can even doodle in peace without fearing his father will burn his sketchbook again. 

Being home alone truly is a blessing he doesn’t get to relish in very often.

That’s why Shouto’s face falls when he hears the doorbell ring just an hour in. Shouto feels dejected as he thought he would have more time to spare to enjoy himself, but apparently, he was wrong—he’s always wrong. He hopes it’s just some neighbor, some kids selling cookies or something, and if it’s someone from his family, he hopes at least that it’s his mother because out of all them, she’s the easiest to be around.

Shouto sighs forlornly before pushing himself up and sliding off the couch, dusting his pants to get rid of the chip crumbles he was eating, folding the bag to hide it underneath a cushion in case it’s Touya or his father. Begrudgingly, he drags his feet to the front door, and slowly unlocks it, hoping that whoever is on the other side will change their mind and go home if he takes too long to answer.

As he pulls the door open and is met with the breathtaking sight of none other than Katsuki on the other side, he’s the one changing his mind immediately. The blond smiles as he sees Shouto, and it’s the softest he’s ever seen his expression, like he’s actually glad to see him. Shouto’s poor heart can’t take it, it’s already thrumming inside his rib cage like crazy. At this rate, his chest is going to burst.

Katsuki rests his forearm against the threshold and looks Shouto over, his gaze lingers down a second longer before he’s leaning forward to fix his gaze into Shouto’s eyes, the way he’s been doing a lot more lately, the corners of his lips quirk up into a smirk, and swear to God, he’s gonna be the bane of Shouto’s existence.

“‘Sup, pretty boy.”

“Katsuki, h-hi!” Shouto fumbles as heat creeps up his cheeks when he remembers what he’s wearing. It’s his ultimate ultra-comfy-perfect-for-lazy-summer-days outfit: an old oversized tee that once belonged to Natsuo and some loose and very short shorts that leave his legs very exposed. It’s not like he was expecting any guests, after all. “Uhm, sorry, but Touya is not here?”

Katsuki shrugs. 

“Do you mind if I come in?” 

Shouto gulps, nodding slightly.

“S-sure… Yeah, of course. Come on in.” 

He steps back, cracking the door a little wider to let Katsuki in and the blond pushes himself away from the threshold, sliding inside the house. Shouto closes the door behind them, ignoring the way his heartbeat quickens to the thought that he’s completely alone with the object of his desire.

Shouto’s mind is reeling as they walk back to the living room. It feels like a dream come true, one of his fantasies come to life. He sure pictured something similar to this in his mind a couple of times. Though in his fantasies, he would be bold enough to seduce Katsuki, but here, right now, he feels at a loss of what to do. He’s so inexperienced and awkward.

As if the universe is trying to prove a point, he sits on top of the cushion he had hidden that stupid bag of ships and it produces such a loud noise that makes him jump. Katsuki snorts as he throws himself on the couch, unbothered by how embarrassed and flushed the boy looks.

He catches a glimpse from the corner of his eyes of Katsuki’s legs sprawled, his elbows resting on the backrest, muscles flexed, his shirt hugging his muscular body, the sleeves a little on the tight side around his biceps. He tilts his head back, looking so effortlessly gorgeous it should be a damn crime. 

Shouto flushes a deeper red, hastily pulling the bag of chips from under the cushion and throwing it clumsily over the coffee table, cursing himself for being so embarrassing.

“What were you watching, halfie?” asks Katsuki, casually, once he’s comfortable on the couch, ignoring Shouto’s little display of awkwardness. He’s always so nice to him.

“Just some silly comedy show.” Shouto sits back on the edge of the couch, keeping his distance from Katsuki, staring at the television instead of his face. “It was pretty lame, but it kept me distracted.”

Shouto plays with the hem of his shirt over his thighs, unconsciously trying to cover himself up some, feeling extremely jittery. This is so not how he fantasized it. In his dreams, he would crawl over Katsuki’s lap, wrap his arms around his magnificent broad shoulders, lower his head oh so confidently and lock their lips together to finally find out what the man of his dreams tastes like. The moment wouldn’t go to waste this time.

As it is, he can’t even make himself keep eye contact with Katsuki since the other day, back in his kitchen, where the blond almost kissed him. The moment Shouto managed to screw up. 

It feels awkward to be sitting here alone with him now. Shouto doesn’t know what to make of it. He’s not too sure how he should act around him. If they should address to what happened, talk it out and make sure there’s no weirdness between them.

Shouto is aware that if it was up to him, he’d desperately throw himself all over Katsuki. Just say fuck it all, and kiss his face off, claim Katsuki to himself the way they would’ve done that day if Shouto hadn’t been so stupid and ruined that chance. 

But Shouto can’t do that, of course.

Because there is Touya. There’ll always be Touya’s fucking presence, posing as a damn wall between them, even when he’s not even present. 

Shouto wishes his brother would die already. He wishes he would just get into a traffic accident or a fucking truck would run him over. He’s always been sure his life would be so much easier if Touya just disappeared from the world anyway. 

“Hey.” 

Shouto shuts his eyes, his body going as stiff as a board as he hears Katsuki shift beside him and move closer. He can feel Katsuki’s warmth and all he wants to do is lean towards him, to seek him out, but he doesn’t. He can’t bring himself to do it. 

“Shouto,” Katsuki calls him. 

He keeps his eyes shut tight, still refusing. Too embarrassed.

“Won’t you look at me?”

Shouto braces himself, biting his lip and taking a deep breath as he slowly turns to do what Katsuki has asked of him. He blinks his eyes open, then. Because he can’t help it. He’d be compelled to obey any command that came out of that mouth. Gladly.

Katsuki is looking right into his eyes when Shouto fixes his gaze on him. His breath hitches. Shouto can’t tear his eyes away from Katsuki. 

“Yes?” He hates how his voice wavers.

Katsuki studies his face for a moment.

“Is everything cool? You seem a little tense.”

Shouto shakes his head because he doesn’t want to worry Katsuki. Maybe Touya is right when he says he’s just a stupid child.

“I’m fine,” he assures. “Uh, is there something you wanna watch while you wait for my brother?” The last bit of that sentence tastes bitter on his tongue.

Shouto feels sad and slightly disappointed when Katsuki shakes his head ‘no’. 

“I can’t stay long, I actually came to get my jacket back. Pretty sure I left it here the last time I came over,” explains Katsuki. “It’s in your brother’s room.”

“Ah, yes. You can go upstairs if you want, then. I’ll let Touya know you’re here when he comes back.”

Shouto can’t make out the expression Katsuki makes. 

“I was wondering if you could help me find it?” Katsuki offers. 

Shouto tilts his head, confused.

“It’s just it would be quicker if I had some help. You know how your brother’s room is like a fucking rat’s nest.”

Shouto chuckles at that because it’s true. It’s like Touya has never cleaned his room once in his life. His mirth quickly fades away, though, as Shouto remembers how he himself has to keep his own room looking pristine if he doesn’t want his father to “discipline” him. Enji’s lessons are never fun.

If Touya catches Shouto in his room, he would definitely have a fit and that’d be another form of chastisement. No one except Enji can ever step on the sacred grounds of Touya’s stupid sanctuary when he’s not home. It’s so fucking dumb because Shouto knows what he hides in there—drugs, cigarettes, a goddamn porn stash, and probably some worse shit—but their father remains clueless to it all because he trusts Touya. What a fucking joke. If it was Shouto, Enji wouldn’t waste a second thinking it over before raiding his room like a fucking sniffer dog until he found something worthy of punishment.

“Sure, I can help you.” Shouto decides, already standing up because it’s whatever. He’s always going to get shit from either his father or Touya in this house, so he might as well help Katsuki out and get to spend some time with him.

Katsuki gives him a smile that makes everything worth it, pushing himself up as well. 

“Lead the way,” he says, nodding at the direction of the stairs.

They go upstairs and walk down the corridor, side by side in silence, Shouto’s heart races as they stop in front of Touya’s room and he tries the door handle. It’s unlocked. He’d known that before, because he’s surreptitiously slid into this room many times before—that’s how he’s gotten that picture of Katsuki and how he’s found his porn magazines—and no one found out. 

The door is left ajar as they step inside. There’s no jacket in sight once Shouto’s eyes scan over the room. He was hoping it would be draped over the chair in front of his desk or hastily thrown over the damper, so they wouldn’t have to go through his shit. 

Katsuki immediately gets to his search, but there are only so many available places for him to look at, even though Touya’s bedroom is the second largest room in the house.

“What does it look like?” He turns to Katsuki, who looks back at Shouto and gives him an inquisitive hum in response. “Your jacket, what does it look like?”

“Ah, it’s the denim one, you’ve seen me wear it before,” he says. “The one full of band logo patches. You asked me about them the other day, remember?”

Yeah. Shouto sure has seen Katsuki wearing it. He looked stupidly hot in it. Shouto always wanted to rip it from him when he walked through the front door in it. Although, to be fair, he doesn’t think Katsuki is capable of ever looking bad in anything. He could be wearing a trash bag around his waist and a pair of crocs and he would still look majestic like he belonged in a fashion magazine.

Shouto clears his throat and shakes his head to get rid of the mental image his mind has conjured unprompted. He’s probably blushing, but that’s not the only reason. He hasn’t missed the last part of that sentence. Katsuki remembers things, always, always does. He pays attention to Shouto. This is good. Shouto lets himself revel in the tiniest bit of hope that he might hold dear to those interactions as much as he does.

“Yes, I remember it.” He can’t help the tiny smile that tugs at the corners of his lips. “Uh, maybe Touya went out wearing it?” Shouto wonders aloud, rather bitterly, his smile fading instantly. “I didn’t see him as he was leaving earlier, so I can’t tell you what he was wearing.”

“Nah, don’t think so, he hates that jacket.” Katsuki dismisses it. “Check his wardrobe. It’s gotta be there.”

Warning bells go off in Shouto’s head. He’s already pushing his luck as it is by being here. There’s no telling what would happen if Touya came home and found him rummaging through his wardrobe without permission, Shouto would be fucked.

“Why me?” He frowns. “Touya’s gonna kill me if he ever finds out I was here and went through his shit.”

“You’re closer to it.” Katsuki shrugs, nonchalantly. “Also, don’t worry, I’d tell him I asked you to help me find it.”

Shouto has to suppress the urge to rolls his eyes because that’s the lamest excuse he’s ever heard.

But this is Katsuki. And he’s asking so nicely—he’s always nice and kind to Shouto, even if he puts up a rough front—offering to protect him from Touya and everything. Shouto couldn’t deny him anything, even if he wanted to.

And he doesn’t want to. Obviously. He wants to give him everything he asks.

With a sigh, he turns around and opens the door with a slight tremble on his hand that he’s glad Katsuki cannot see. He looks up and immediately spots one sleeve of Katsuki’s jacket hanging out as if the item was hastily thrown on the top shelf. Touya is the worst, he has such a lack of caring for other people’s things. Katsuki loves that jacket and yet, his brother treats it with the same disregarding way as he treats his own shit. If it was Shouto, he would’ve folded it neatly and kept it with the utmost care until Katsuki came back for it. 

With a huff, Shouto gets on his tip toes to reach it since Touya’s wardrobe is tall and the jacket is lying on the tallest shelf.

He’s forgotten about his clothes and the fact that his shirt is the only thing keeping him decent with his too short shorts. As he stretches his body to reach for the item to retrieve it for Katsuki, he has to slightly arch his back, though he’s not paying attention to it right now, more focused on disentangling the jacket from Touya’s clothes.

Shouto doesn’t notice the steps approaching while focused on the task. It’s only when there is a presence right behind him and a warm breath fanning close to his ear that his body freezes him in place.

“Here, let me help, pretty boy.”

Katsuki is close to him— really fucking close . Katsuki hasn’t asked Shouto to step aside, so he can reach the jacket himself either. Instead, he slid behind him with his chest pressed to Shouto’s back. 

Shouto’s maybe four or five inches shorter than Katsuki, no less than that. Yet, it’s amusing how he’s rushed to help him immediately upon seeing him struggling. Not a lot of people around Shouto would do that for him.

Shouto’s heart starts racing as Katsuki places his hand over Shouto’s hand while dropping the other to Shouto’s waist, helping him stretch his body enough to reach the jacket and grab it. Shouto lowers his hand and Katsuki follows the movement, pressing himself against him impossibly closer.

“There you go,” Katsuki whispers in his ear, not pulling away from him. 

Shouto starts to turn around, slowly, slowly, clutching Katsuki’s jacket against his chest, ignoring how loud his heart is thumping. It might burst if he pays too much attention to it right now.

Katsuki braces a hand on the wardrobe when Shouto turns around completely, looking up at him. He boxes him in, while his other hand curls around his waist, pulling him closer still. 

Shouto’s gaze flutters down to Katsuki’s lip and his face feels extremely hot. Damn, he’s so fucking close. Shouto has to force his eyes to snap back up because he can’t afford to keep looking at his lips for too long, or else he might do something stupid. 

Katsuki pulls his hand away from the wardrobe to tuck a lock of red hair behind Shouto’s ear. He shivers. Eyes going wide as saucers as Katsuki presses his palm to the side of Shouto’s face, much like he did the other day back in the kitchen, although now he feels more sure. As his thumb caresses right under his scar, Shouto holds his breath. Katsuki seems to feel some sort of fascination for that particular trait in his appearance and it flatters Shouto, especially after spending most of his life hearing how unsightly that part of him is. 

Katsuki makes him feel pretty when he looks at him like this. His full, undivided attention rattles everything inside Shouto. It’s not so much akin to a deer caught in the headlights because he isn’t frightened, although he’s shaking to his core. It’s more like the feeling of being the main character, the so-awaited attraction of some huge spectacle, with all the spotlights turned on him right in the middle of a stage.

This is how Touya must feel all the time. Always the favored child, the cool kid in the playground. Dad’s favorite. Katsuki’s chosen one.

Shouto wishes Katsuki would always have his sights set on him and him only. Would give the world for it to happen. Trade his filthy, unworthy soul to make Katsuki forget all about Touya and focus on him, him, him.

Shouto licks his lips and tries to ease his breathing, but fails miserably, startling slightly and dropping Katsuki’s jacket on the floor when Katsuki’s hand starts moving, tracing his lower lip with the tip of his thumb.  

He feels Katsuki’s breath on his face, so warm and fresh. It’s surreal, how close they are. He wants to give in, to lean in and kiss him for real this time. He’s not brave enough to cross that line. Too afraid that he might do something wrong. He gives full control to Katsuki.

“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” Katsuki’s husky voice is just above a whisper. 

Shouto shakes his head minutely. 

Katsuki inches his head half an inch closer, his thumb and index finger grasping his chin lightly, drawing him in. The tip of their noses bump together from how close they are now and Shouto parts his lips, letting the tiniest sigh escape. Katsuki also parts his lips, almost giving in, almost.

Shouto’s mind is screaming. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. Take me. Choose me.

Even though still unsure, Shouto fumbles with his trembling hands, hesitantly lifting them until they’re resting on Katsuki’s shoulders. They’re so broad, muscles so firm and defined, even through his clothes. Feeling a wee bit braver, Shouto nuzzles Katsuki’s nose. Just the tiniest attempt of teasing on his part. He feels a little proud of himself when he notices the way Katsuki’s breath hitches.

“Fuck,” Katsuki curses aloud, breathing hard. 

He hesitates then and Shouto’s heart sinks when he thinks he’s going to pull away. 

But then the blond makes up his mind and all but throws himself at him, pressing Shouto between his body and the wardrobe, closing the already too-short distance left between them to seal their lips together, rather forcefully. 

Shouto’s gasp of surprise is interpreted as an invitation for Katsuki to slip his tongue inside his mouth and he digs his fingers on his waist while the other grabs a bunch of Shouto’s hair to pull him in, with maybe too much force, as he furthers the kiss, all domineering and a little mean. 

Shouto offers no resistance, of course. He’s been dreaming about it for fuck knows how long. The real deal, though, is so much better than what his mind was ever able to conjure.

It’s perfect. Perfect. Katsuki’s mouth tastes like heaven. 

Shouto’s thoughts fog all over, diving into the moment and letting himself get carried away. He tightens his hold onto Katsuki’s shoulders, pulling him in as he chases his mouth, hungrily. Katsuki gives him everything, kissing him back thoroughly. They keep at it until their bodies’ limitations put a forceful stop to it as their lungs start begging for air.

“So much better,” Katsuki mutters in a daze, and Shouto too is in too much of a haze to even try figuring out what that means. He files it in his mind for later, if he can manage to think of anything else other than Katsuki’s lips on his. 

“Katsuki,” Shouto hisses as Katsuki presses his lips to the side of his neck, his teeth grazes dangerously over the skin. Instinctively, Shouto tilts his head, offering himself up. He would love for Katsuki to mark him all over, after all, he already belongs to him anyway. But that’d be too risky… right?

He should be ashamed that his cock is already straining inside his shorts. It doesn’t help that Katsuki’s hands have started roaming, exploring. Shouto gasps as Katsuki grabs his ass with both hands, pulling him forward.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty, so fucking pretty, ” Katsuki murmurs against his skin, tracing a path with his lips back to Shouto’s mouth and diving into another kiss. Shouto brings his hands up and places them on each side of Katsuki’s face, tilting his head to a better angle.

He can’t hold back the soft moan that escapes his throat as Katsuki rolls his hips forward, letting Shouto know that he’s hard too. If Shouto was a bit more daring, he would drop to his knees right then and there, to show Katsuki how willing he is to make him the happiest.

Is it wrong that Shouto is feeling a little proud to be doing this in his brother’s room? Yes. Definitely. Does it turn him on even more? Also yes.

Unfortunately, they are again forced to rip away from each other as they pull away slightly, still breathing against each other’s mouths, they hear loud voices chatting and laughing by the corridor, approaching the door. 

Shouto’s eyes widen and Katsuki is quick to step away from him, clearing his throat. Shouto has to reel himself in, heart thundering in his chest from the adrenaline, with only half a second to fix his hair and pull his oversized shirt down, to cover his shame. He schools his face back to its usual poker face the second Touya steps into his room, followed by Natsuo, who eyes them both with a strange look on his face.

“The fuck you doing here in my room, brat?” Touya asks with a displeased frown, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he looks from his brother to Katsuki standing right beside Shouto. “And what the fuck are you doing here with him?”

From his peripheral, Shouto notices that Katsuki also has pulled his own shirt down further, to cover his erection. He shouldn’t be feeling giddy about that. It’s wrong. He knows. He just doesn’t care.

“I’m just—”

Katsuki puts a hand on Shouto’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. Shouto trembles, each spot that Katsuki’s hands have been on him is tingling pleasantly. His mouth, his thighs, his ass. Everywhere he can feel the ghost of his touch. Even Touya’s foul mood couldn’t dampen that feeling. He can do whatever he wants, tell their father, beat him up himself. It doesn’t fucking matter. Katsuki’s lips had been on his. They kissed. Touya would never be able to take that away from Shouto.

“It was me,” Katsuki says, snatching his jacket from the floor where Shouto had dropped it. “I asked him to help me find this, couldn’t do it in this fucking dumpster of yours. Don’t you ever think of cleaning your damn room?”

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Touya sneers. “You should’ve texted me, babe, I would’ve told you where I put it.”

Babe. Shouto has to shove down the instant urge to roll his eyes and gag.

“I have,” Katsuki’s voice comes out clipped before he nods at Touya, taking a few steps close to him. “Look at your damn phone.”

Touya fishes his phone out of his pocket and fumbles with it for a second. 

“Oh. So you did.” He doesn’t even sound sorry. How does Katsuki manage to put up with so much bullshit?

“Yes, asshole.”

“Don’t call me that.” Touya fucking pouts. Natsuo snorts behind him, watching the whole exchange with amusement. 

“I’ll just go,” Shouto announces, loudly. Katsuki looks at him with an expression Shouto doesn’t have time to make out. 

“I’ll deal with you later, don’t go thinking you’ll get away with it.” His brother’s eyes glint, dangerously.

“Touya, come on.” Katsuki steps in front of him and pinches Touya’s chin to grab his attention. It has an effect on him as Touya instantly kind of softens his expression. Obviously. It’s Katsuki. One would have to be insane to not be affected by him. Shouto looks away, he can’t bear to look at them close like that. “I told you it wasn’t his fault.”

“You know I’m still mad at you, right?” Touya says, swatting Katsuki’s hand away, but Shouto can tell it’s just for show. Katsuki smirks and his eyes darken.

“I’m sure there’s something we can do about that.”

“Get out.” Touya says, to Shouto and Natsuo, without taking his eyes off his boyfriend. 

Shouto doesn’t say anything, only walks away. He still hears Touya complaining that they can’t even close the fucking door behind him as he left, slamming it shut to make his point across. God. He’s so fucking spoiled. Shouto can’t stand him.

“What were you doing in Touya’s room?” Natsuo asks, looking at him curiously once they’re both out of their brother’s room. “He’s going to kill you later, you know how he hates when we invade his privacy.”

Shouto isn’t really listening to his brother. All he can think is how Katsuki’s lips were on his just a second before and his hands were all over him. He’s riding on cloud nine right now. No one will ever be able to bring him down from this high. 

Even though right now Katsuki is right there with Touya, it doesn’t really matter. He knows that they’re going to start arguing sooner or later. The peace between them never lasts long. He doesn’t understand how someone could even think of fighting with Katsuki when they could be kissing his gorgeous face off. Shouto definitely would prefer kissing him at all times rather than fighting and making him upset.

He wonders if he could get Katsuki to seek comfort in him. Perhaps he should let him know he’s more than willing. Maybe he could crawl into his bed in the middle of the night when Touya is asleep. 

His mind wanders. 

“Shouto?”

“Oh. You were saying something?” He looks at Natsuo, blinking at him. “I kind of spaced out for a second. Sorry.”

“Tsk. You’re always with your head in the clouds, aren’t you?”

“My bad.” He drops his gaze, feeling his face flush.

“Nevermind.” Natsuo turns to his door, still lingering there for another minute. “Good luck with Touya later.”

Shouto just shrugs and heads to his own room as his brother closes his door. He throws himself on his bed, hiding his face on his pillow to suppress the urge to scream, feeling so, so giddy.

He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this happy in his entire life.

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Shouto is alone in the kitchen, washing the dishes after dinner, when all of a sudden there’s a firm squeeze on his hip as someone creeps up behind him. His heart skips a beat and he jumps, dropping the utensil he was scrubbing into the sink with a loud thud.

“Excuse me,” that gruff voice says and his breath is once again catches in his throat, now for an entire different reason.

Shouto freezes as he realizes it’s Katsuki. 

And he’s so, so close that Shouto can feel his breath tickle his ear. His entire body buzzes under the fleeting contact. 

It’s pathetic how a barely there grip can send him into cloud nine but Shouto can’t help it. It’s been a few days since their kiss happened and this is the first time Katsuki approaches him like this ever since. 

The first time he touches him again.

His eyes almost fall shut, body practically shivering in the split second that Katsuki sort of presses his chest against his back to drop something into the sink. The clacking sound of it joining the rest of the dishes just barely registers as Shouto’s mind reels. Just like that, the warm body pressed to his is all he can feel or think of. There’s a desperate urge deep in his gut to just throw his head back and grind against Katsuki recklessly.

But that moment doesn’t last. 

Before he can even wrap his head around what’s happening, Katsuki has already stepped back, much to his dismay. It’s all so sudden that it leaves Shouto wondering if he’s got it so bad that he’s starting to hallucinate things.

The blond doesn’t leave immediately, though. He lingers by, still too close for comfort and that’s the only indication Shouto has that all of it actually did happen.

“Katsuki.” After snapping out of it, Shouto forcibly flattens his tone and tries to act cool while willing his racing heart to slow down. One of these days he might go into cardiac arrest because of Katsuki. “You startled me.”

The drown out sound of his family chatting away in the background filters through the kitchen. Sounds like they’re having fun. Fuyumi says something he can’t really make out from there, but it prompts Touya’s loud, obnoxious laugh and Shouto rolls his eyes, heaving a peeved sigh as he grabs the spoon he’d dropped to resume scrubbing it.

“Sorry, kid,” Katsuki says, so nonchalant, as if he isn’t the reason Shouto is having an internal crisis right now. “You need some help over there?”

Shouto is taken aback because usually, in his experience, people don’t ever offer to help him out for free. His siblings surely never did, there is always, always a catch. Same goes from the people at school, and so on.

Is there a catch here too? He wonders.

“You want to?” Shouto asks, suspicious, glancing at Katsuki over his shoulder, feeling a little awkward.

Katsuki huffs. “Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t, would I?”

“Um, yeah… Sorry,” he fumbles. “Uh, you can dry them, then…” 

Katsuki shrugs. “Sure. Where are the towels again?”

“Oh, there’s one over there.” Shouto points at the direction with a nod, soaping up another plate.

Katsuki hums, grabbing the towel and getting to work. 

He’s always so nice to Shouto, he can never get over it. 

He keeps himself close, practically plastered to Shouto’s side. Sometimes there’s a casual shoulder bump as he towels the dishes Shouto places on the rack, but there’s no attempt to start any conversation. The silence isn’t awkward, though. It’s just comfortable. Or as comfortable as it can get.

At some point, Katsuki is so engrossed in the task he starts humming some classic rock song and Shouto glances at him enamored, his mouth feels dry as his eyes track down each movement of his muscled forearms and strong hands. 

God, how he wants to feel those big, strong hands all over him again… 

He shakes his head slightly to pull himself together, drawing his attention back to the sink. 

Shouto is uneasy, feeling restless and unsure. Katsuki kissed him that day and, of course, he’s been thinking—obsessing over, more like it—about it since. 

But Katsuki hasn’t broken up with Touya. That’s the sordid reality as of current.

Even though Touya keeps being a fucking nuisance, acting as spoiled as ever, and despite them still arguing and yelling and throwing stuff at each other most of the time in Touya’s room, and acting like they freaking hate each other’s guts and shit, it doesn’t really matter. 

They’re still together anyway. Touya is still winning.

Shouto wonders if all the fighting is what turns Katsuki on and that’s why he won’t leave his brother’s dumb ass.

But that couldn’t be. Katsuki is so nice and most of the time, when Touya really manages to get under his skin, he sees the way the blond just up and leaves. If it was exciting, some sort of weird foreplay they are into, he would probably stay.

Of course, sometimes he does stay. A damn bummer for Shouto because he can always hear them fucking through the paper-thin walls that separate their rooms. But that sounds more like convenience than anything else. It’s not lust. Can’t be. There is no way that anyone would feel genuinely aroused by that much conflict.

So then why?

He’s so confused.

And he might be fucking delusional as well.

His yearning has only gotten worse now that he knows what Katsuki tastes like and how his hands feel roaming over his body. 

It was so much better than anything his imagination was able to conjure and he’s craving moremoremoremore . Just—so fucking greedy.

Greed is a horrible sin , Shouto. It’s what his father told him once, years ago, when he caught him red-handed stealing treats from the pantry. Enji slapped both his hands with a wooden ruler a hundred times while telling him to choke down his sobs and man up, or else he would get another hundred for behaving like a little girl. He must’ve been four by then. Then his father had him sit down and write that sentence down another hundred and fifty times with sore fingers that could barely hold the pen. Shouto had to bandage his knuckles for a month. His siblings never asked what happened, neither did his mother, nor anyone at school. No one cared.

If that was true, he’s going straight to hell then. He hasn’t learned the lesson at all. He is greedygreedygreedy , a filthy sinner who wants more of that feeling, and it’s never going to feel like it’s enough if it’s Katsuki. 

Katsuki, however, still feels as out of reach as he ever did, and those kisses they shared feel closer to a fever dream or some elaborated illusion than something that actually happened. 

But it did happen, Shouto’s sure of it. 

Although perhaps Katsuki just felt sorry for him. Kissed him out of pity.

But he caressed his face, and called him pretty, and he sounded so sincere… 

The issue is that Shouto has been feeling a little crazier than usual since Katsuki kissed him. 

He’s been obsessively thinking about him at every waking second, there’s no room left in his mind to concentrate on absolutely anything else. 

It was already bad before, but now it feels unsustainable.

He knew how to appease his hunger before, but after being offered not even a full meal but a single bite, it’s like it was enough for him to notice for the first time what starvation really looks like. It has the face of a hideous monster with a gaping mouth, and knives for teeth, and a stomach that growls and growls horrendously as it keeps demanding to be fed.

Shouto catches his thoughts drifting again, his mind floats away from his grasp, vivid images of how the blond could easily pull him closer, hoist him up the kitchen sink, or bend him over it and take him right there fill his brain.

The monster keeps growling. 

He wantswantswants.

But Katsuki wouldn’t.

He’s still there for his stupid fucking brother and not for him.

But he wants. So bad. Sosososo bad.

Shouto was used to daydream about Katsuki. He’s been doing it ever since he’s met him after all, but now that he’s had a taste…  

Imagination is not cutting it anymore. Shouto needs actions. He needs Katsuki.

He feels stranded, pent-up and frustrated, confused, too, in a way he never felt before. It’s really, really bad. To the point it’s been affecting things—everyday things that he used to go about effortlessly, like paying attention to his classes and performing decently. If his stupid grades start dropping now, or if, God forbids, he starts failing them, Shouto doesn’t even want to think about what he’s father might do to him. 

He’s had enough of Enji’s disciplinary bullshit for a lifetime. 

His father can go to hell with all of his hard-won lessons and his stupid sermons that he quite honestly doesn’t give a flying fuck about. But Shouto knows that’s not even close the worst he can do. It’s been a hot minute since his father punished him for something, and he would like to keep it that way.

Shouto has faced hell before. Quite literally. He doesn’t want to revisit it ever again. 

“Looks like we’re all done here.” Shouto is jerked out of his musings as Katsuki speaks, putting away the last plate and wiping his hands before handing him the towel.

“Thank you, Katsuki.” Shouto turns to him as he finishes cleaning the sink, a little uncertain, accepting the towel with shaking hands. Katsuki stares directly at his eyes, still standing a little too close.

“You joining us in the living room?” Katsuki asks. “Your mom and your old man wanted to play cards.”

Shouto shakes his head. 

“I can’t,” he bites his lip as he looks up to meet those beautiful crimson eyes. 

His family wouldn’t allow him there anyway. His father would just tell him it’s past his bedtime and send him to his room.

Katsuki frowns as Shouto doesn’t offer any further explanation.

“I have to study,” he clarifies. “Exams.” 

Katsuki lifts his hand, reaching up to ruffle Shouto’s hair. “Why do you always sound so serious?”

“Stop it,” Shouto mumbles, trying to swat his hand away. Katsuki laughs and does it again, only this time he also tickles him until he’s unable to hold back his laughter, wiping the little tears in the corners of his eyes. “Katsuki!” 

“There,” Katsuki points at his face with a grin. “You look prettier when you’re smiling like this.”

Shouto’s eyes widen and they stare at each other for a few seconds as Katsuki says that. 

God, he wants to kiss him again.

For a moment there, it looks like the blond is about to step closer and Shouto braces himself for it, anticipating the collision of lips that’s about to happen. But Katsuki refrains, stepping back with a slight shake of his head. 

Or perhaps Shouto has just imagined it all.

“Alright,” Katsuki says finally, already stepping away. “Goodnight then, Shouto.”

And then he turns and goes back to Shouto’s family. To Touya. 

Shouto stays there for a few more minutes to recover.

As he passes the living room to go to his room, he stops in his tracks at the end of the stairs and glances at where Katsuki is sitting. He narrows his eyes in disgust as he takes in the way he has his arm draped over Touya’s shoulders, and Touya is leaning into him, comfortably snuggled up. It makes Shouto sick. Touya is holding up a set of cards for them both to see and Katsuki points at a card with his free hand, leaning in to whisper something in Touya’s ear. His brother grins, licking his lips as he picks up the card and places it on the table on top of the others. Shouto hears his father groaning and Natsuo booing them. They probably won the round.

Shouto sighs, but before he starts climbing the stairs, Katsuki turns his face and their eyes meet. He keeps still, watching as Touya grabs Katsuki’s face and kisses him to celebrate their win while his other siblings and his parents are all chatting before the next round. 

God, he would give anything to be in Touya’s place right now.

The blond kisses Touya back, but his eyes remain narrowed, staring directly at Shouto the entire time. 

Curious, Shouto bites his lip as he keeps holding their eye contact and as expected, Katsuki is the one who breaks it first, to look at Touya once his brother pulls back and says something. Katsuki looks a little disoriented.

He’s being delusional, he’s imagining things.  

Shouto snaps back to reality and resumes his steps quickly to get to his room faster.

Once he’s there, he hastily closes the door behind him and leans back against it, banging his head softly against the wood, bringing his hands up to wipe his face a little too harshly.

He groans into his hands, frustrated.

“Fuck.”

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Shouto shifts on his bed, clicking his tongue in annoyance. Just when he was almost dozing off, his body decided that now was the perfect time for his physiological needs to kick in. He tries to ignore it at first, to see if it goes away, but then it doesn’t. 

Bummer.

Lazily, he rolls over and slides out of bed, dragging his bare feet to the door and down the hallway, muffled footsteps, uncontrollable yawning. 

He empties his bladder mechanically in the bathroom, eyes barely open as he cleans himself up and washes his hands sluggishly, not even glancing at the mirror, his mind still not caught up.

As he’s done, Shouto trudges back to his room, ruffling the back of his hair and leaving it even more tousled than it already was, the red and white probably sticking everywhere. He yawns again and little tears gather at the corners of his stinging eyes, he halfheartedly lifts his hands to rub at them.

Gosh. He’s so sleepy. All he cares about right now is collapsing back into the comfort of his bed, shutting his tired eyes to let the sweet, sweet pull of sleep lull him and take him to the land of dreams where life is much nicer.

His fingers only manage to brush the doorknob, though. Shouto feels more than sees someone quickly turn him around by the shoulders, stepping into his space, and a big hand comes up to cover his mouth, muffling his surprised gasp.

As Shouto looks up with wide eyes, the sudden worry etched across his face is immediately wiped off as he meets a pair of vermilion eyes blown out, wide and urgent. His expression promptly softens and his body relaxes at the sight of Katsuki. 

Ok, he’s wide awake now.

Or is it another dream?

The blond raises his other hand and taps his index finger to his own lips, signaling for him to shush. As Shouto nods slowly, Katsuki lowers the hand that was covering his mouth, reaching around to turn the doorknob to swing the door open enough for him to push Shouto inside, gently but firmly, stumbling in right after him.

His attempt to shut the door with his foot quietly misses the mark, the click of the latch might’ve been soft, but it still sounds too loud amidst such absolute silence and Katsuki winces, darting worried eyes briefly to the door almost as if he’s expecting someone to burst in and catch him red-handed.

“Katsuki.” Shouto calls, voice barely above a whisper, head tilted to the side, puzzled. “Did something happen?”

Katsuki shifts his attention back to Shouto, and his eyes light up. It’s as if he’s unable to think about anything else once he takes one look at him. Once again, Shouto is only wearing shorts and a worn out, oversized t-shirt of a band that he knows they both like. 

His cheeks flush, burning hot. Even in the dimly lit room, it’s noticeable that the sight of him sparks something inside Katsuki. There’s a glint, something almost ravenous in his eyes. Either from lust, or want, or something else entirely.

He holds Shouto’s face in both hands, leaning forward. Such warm hands. It’s urgent and enticing, the way he kisses him. 

Shouto sighs into it. Melts so, so easily. His legs go weak and almost buckle, it has him clawing at Katsuki’s biceps to keep himself upright. He has Shouto completely at his mercy with just one kiss. He never stood a chance. Fighting against him and complaining never even crossed his mind, ever.

Without breaking the kiss, Katsuki flips them around and presses Shouto’s back against the door. The doorknob digs into his lower back in a way that’s slightly uncomfortable, but he barely feels it, and quite frankly, doesn’t give a shit. The hands touching his face keep his mind busy. They feel reverent. So sure, and firm, and gentle altogether.

Quite like a lover’s touch.

When he pulls away slightly, Shouto tries to chase after the kiss and it has Katsuki smirking, moist lips shining, eyes half-lidded. So fucking beautiful. 

“I couldn’t take it anymore,” Katsuki tells him through a whisper, so low and urgent. “I had to touch you again.”

He strokes the pad of his thumb along the edge of Shouto’s scar, pressing him back against the door. Shouto lets his head rest against the wood, slowly closing his eyes for a second to allow everything to sink in. He feels lightheaded, like his mind is swimming.

“Pinch me,” he breathes out weakly. “I just have to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

Katsuki chuckles quietly, it’s such a cute sound, shaking his head lightly. He brushes Shouto’s hair out of his face with the tips of his fingers and cups his cheek once more.

“Not a dream, pretty boy,” he murmurs, reaching for one of Shouto’s hands and bringing it up to his face. “See? I’m right here.”

“Yes…” Shouto says distractedly, eyes heavy-lidded as he regards him, tracing his fingers over his handsome face. “You’re here.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

Katsuki lets his thumb travel down, stopping at Shouto’s mouth where he traces the shape lightly before pressing down on the soft skin of his lower lip, and further down to his chin. Shouto parts his lips slightly as Katsuki tips his head up.

“But what about—”

“Shh, shh,” Katsuki cuts him off, ducking his head to slot their lips together again, shutting him up smoothly.

And he’s— savoring the kiss. It makes Shouto smile giddily against his lips, almost unable to contain himself. Whatever he was going to ask holds no importance at all. He’s bursting with glee right now.

Shivers rush all over him as both Katsuki’s hands start roaming, they go down, down, down, just stroking his back and then stopping at his ass, kneading the flesh and tugging at him at the same time that he’s pressing him back against the door, causing friction and pulling him impossibly closer.

Shouto wraps his arms around Katsuki’s neck, standing on his tiptoes to chase the kiss almost desperately. Hands trail lower, all the way down to the back of Shouto’s thighs, and his breath hitches. All he feels is the warmth, the imprint of all of Katsuki’s ten fingers digging into his skin. Katsuki groans into his mouth as he hoists him up expertly, trapping Shouto against the door and his body. 

A surprised yelp escapes Shouto, a little too loud, as he’s hauled off the ground and pinned against the door. Shouto only has half a mind to wrap his legs around Katsuki’s waist to keep steady.

Katsuki pulls back at the sound and keeps him held up with only one firm hand, which leaves Shouto in absolute awe of his strength. He knew Katsuki was strong already, but this—this is another level. His free hand comes up to cover Shouto’s mouth once again as Katsuki glares at him with a heated, intense gaze. 

“We need to keep it quiet.” His voice low and rumbly, it does all sorts of things to Shouto’s heart. “Can you do that for me?”

He removes his hand and places it back on Shouto’s thigh as the boy nods his agreement, but instead of kissing him again, he nuzzles at the side of his neck and starts kissing at that sensitive area, grazing his teeth at his pulse point. Shouto has to chew on his lower lip to keep from loudly gasping.

Maybe Shouto should feel a little cheap for doing it in secret, but it’s all overridden with joy. Part of him is relieved that Katsuki did come back for more, he was starting to worry that the kisses they shared the other day might have meant nothing to the blond. He feels reassured having him like this again. Sure, it might be just a few scraps of his attention, but his eyes are now focused on Shouto. His hands are all over him and only him. Katsuki is making the conscious choice to be in his room, instead of cuddling Touya in his sleep.

That’s all that matters right now. 

Shouto will take it, gladly. 

This stolen moment where he can have Katsuki all to himself, even if it is through hushed sounds and silent, muted words. It’s all he’s been craving these past few days, after all. He’s not complaining.

Katsuki gently eases him down, so careful with him, as if he’s something delicate and precious. He takes a step back and looks at Shouto with desire, licking his lips like he’s tasting the remnants of their kiss. It stirs something wild inside the boy as well.

There’s that monster again, ferocious and hungry.

Katsuki holds out his hand to him without saying anything. 

Shouto grabs his hand with his trembling one. 

Katsuki grins, and it’s like he’s unable to contain himself as well. He pulls Shouto closer and kisses him again, intertwining their fingers. 

It pleases Shouto, deep in his core, how it’s almost as if Katsuki can’t stay apart for too long. 

He’s gonna be mine. He’s mine. He’s mine. We belong together. He’s seeing it now.

The blond guides them to Shouto’s bed, grabbing his hips to invert their positions and shove him onto the mattress. Shouto lands on the bed with an indignant huff, his legs spread. He looks up just before Katsuki nestles himself in between that gap, grappling one of his thighs and using his other arm to keep himself propped, hovering on top of him.

Shouto’s hands come up to grasp the back of Katsuki’s head, blunt fingernails scrape the hairs on his nape as Katsuki ducks his head to claim his mouth in another hungry kiss. Shouto dissolves into it again, quite immediately. 

He tries to stifle any sounds as Katsuki’s nails dig into his soft thighs, but as he keeps raking up his fingers, leaving tiny red lines on his milky skin, he whines as quiet as possible, squirming underneath him.

It’s hard to remain obedient to Katsuki’s request for silence when his hands are all over him, rough fingers roaming, groping, teasing everywhere, exploring every single inch of skin he can grasp. It’s like Katsuki is branding him with invisible scorch marks.

Katsuki’s lips slide down, teetering on a dangerous line as he licks a stripe at the side of Shouto’s neck. Shouto tilts his head to the left and openly bares it for Katsuki to suck on. And he delivers delightfully, though still with not enough pressure to leave down a mark that could last longer. An imprint. 

“Please,” Shouto whispers, pleading. “I’ll cover it up later. I just need a reminder, something to make sure I haven’t been dreaming.”

Katsuki raises his head and surveys Shouto’s face up close for a moment.

“You asking me to mark you?” He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up, amused. “That so?”

Without any warning, Katsuki grips Shouto’s thighs firmly and simply plunges down in a swift, sly motion. Shouto’s eyes widen as warm lips brush against the extremely sensitive flesh on the inside of his thighs. 

As Katsuki plants reverent kisses there, Shouto squeezes his eyes and his head tumbles back. He’s taking his sweet time down there. Torturing him, really. Shivers run down Shouto’s spine and he can’t help the faint whimper that escapes. It earns him a disciplining smack on the side of his thigh.

“Behave,” Katsuki chides.

Shouto hums quietly and shifts his legs. That seems to be enough an apology for Katsuki. He scrapes his teeth on a perfectly hidden spot, starting off gently, but the pressure of his bite gradually increases, until it turns it into a full-fledged hickey. 

Shouto twitches and has his arm fly to his mouth, biting down on his own fist to stifle what would have been a fucking loud wail. 

Katsuki surges back up soon after.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “How I wish I could just make you fucking scream for me.”

Shouto doesn’t have time to quip, because the blond is kissing him again, all consuming and greedy. 

Katsuki enjoys kissing a lot, Shouto notices. Like he can never get enough of it. Their lips are getting increasingly plump and red.

(When he tried it before, kissing, he thought it was weird, it grossed him out—but with Katsuki, it’s different. Most things just make sense with him.)

Shouto loves kissing him —only him.

He’s still reeling from that hickey, the place where Katsuki bit still throbbing. He can only wish he could leave more marks like that. Little reminders that later on, Shouto could trace with the tips of his fingers in front of a mirror and revive this night, over and over. 

He trails off as Katsuki sneaks his hands underneath his shirt and pinches a nipple, making him gasp. 

They pull apart only slightly to pant into each other’s mouths, both trying not to make too much noise and nearly failing as the position they’re back in, makes their swelling cocks rub against each other under the layers of straining clothing.

“You’re so soft,” Katsuki breathes the words against his skin, peppering kisses along his jaw and down to the base of his neck. “So pretty.”

Only his voice is enough to make Shouto so hot, in a way he’s never experienced before. 

His body responds to every touch, sensitive like he’s been trained to react to Katsuki—like second nature, like he’s been made to be touched over and over by Katsuki’s hands.

He believes it to be true. His body, his mind, everything he is, everything he’s learned until now, they’re all for Katsuki. He was always meant to be his. They belong together.

Even if Touya got in the way, as he does with most things in Shouto’s life.

He feels like he’s reclaiming at least this one.

His head spins. Chest swelling with pride.

Not even in his wildest fantasies, would Shouto have imagined being here, making out with Katsuki in his bed while his stupid big brother is sleeping right in the next room.

He’s choosing me.

Touya couldn’t take this away from him even if he wanted to.

Katsuki grabs Shouto’s wrist and shoves his hand down, making him press his palm flat to his bulge. Shouto chokes out a whimper, cupping his hand to feel Katsuki's hardness over his sweatpants.

God, he’s throbbing.

Shouto feels his own dick pulsate.

“Shit,” Katsuki hisses against Shouto’s ear. “Look what you’re doing to me.” He rolls his hips as if to show it, getting Shouto to fondle his dick. “Can you feel it?”

Shouto responds by stroking him harder.

The blond slips his own hand between Shouto’s legs and palms him, feeling him up. 

“You’re soaked down here.” Katsuki is quite chatty when he’s horny, Shouto notices. “Fuck…”

Shouto flusters, cheeks burning from sheer embarrassment. He is soaking, so damp, so achingly fucking hard. Katsuki chuckles breathlessly, tipping his head down to kiss the corner of Shouto’s mouth before properly kissing him again, swallowing the squeaky moan he was about to let out.

They stroke each other through their pants for a while, making out like this until Shouto can’t take it anymore.

“Katsuki,” he tries to get his attention in between kisses. Katsuki looks at him, stalling his lazy strokes on his cock. Shouto’s eyes are a little blurry from so much arousal.

“What is it?”

“I wanna make you feel good.”

He’s not too sure how to do it. After all, he’s quite inexperienced. But he blurts out those words anyway, his voice a little needy, wavering. It’s still true, he wants to make him happy. 

“Fuck…” Katsuki groans, maybe louder than he should.

“Just tell me how,” Shouto insists, bringing both his hands to his face. He pleads with wide eyes, still bucking his hips against Katsuki’s palm. “I’ll do anything.”

“Shit, I wish,” his voice sounds strained. “I wish I could fuck you.”

“You could.”

Of course, Shouto would allow him to do whatever he wants. Always. Katsuki could strip him off, if he wished, lay him bare, take him however he wants.

(Even if the thought of sex still spooks him a little, with Katsuki, he would do it without even flinching.)

But as it is, the circumstances are not exactly in their favor. Which is unfortunate, but Shouto is aware they can’t be too risky. 

If Touya notices Katsuki’s absence and decides to go looking for him, only to find out what they’re doing here, Shouto might as well be dead—if he’s not murdered by Touya’s hands, then his father most certainly will.

Right now, Shouto couldn’t give a shit about it, though.

With his hands still on Katsuki’s face, he pulls him closer until the tip of his nose is brushing Katsuki’s. He holds his gaze, looks deep into those beautiful, beautiful carmine eyes, and says, “You could do whatever you want to me.”

“ Shit .”

Katsuki unleashes beautifully.

With both his hands, he seizes Shouto’s thighs again, at the same time he devours his mouth in another bruising kiss. Shouto can’t help his squeak as the blond swiftly maneuvers him to flip them over, switching their positions. Katsuki’s on his back now and Shouto is straddling his legs.

Shouto climbs onto his lap, both their clothed bulges rubbing against each other. 

Katsuki only has to shift a little underneath Shouto to allow him to feel his girth, all swelled and rigid, and so perfectly defined. 

From what he was able to feel through his clothes, Katsuki must be so big, too.

Shouto shudders at the mere thought of it, even if he hasn’t even seen it yet. He pictures it in his mouth and inside of him—even though he’s never done it before, it’s fine. It should be fine if it’s Katsuki. 

He wants to feel all of him so bad, wants to give himself up to him, completely—the same as someone would do an offering to a hungry God.

His head goes fuzzy all over and Shouto nearly topples over him, barely catching himself on his hands, bracing them on Katsuki’s shoulders. He gazes down at him with wide eyes, the red and white strands of his hair mix together, falling messily into his eyes and his face as he tilts his head.

“Holy shit, look at you,” Katsuki blurts out. “You might be an actual angel.”

He really is looking at Shouto like he has suddenly grown beautiful wings and a glowing halo overhead.

Shouto feels so—pretty, and powerful, and wanted as he’s scrutinized under that gaze, crimson eyes so wide and hungry. Katsuki’s flexes his fingers, his grip on his thighs tightening like he wishes to dig them deeper and deeper until he rips up his skin and crawls under Shouto’s skin. 

But he’s still holding himself back. 

Shouto wants him to let loose.

He bends over and kisses him again, sweetly.

He’s no angel. And even if he was, he has just become a fallen one right now by getting his brother’s boyfriend to cheat with him. 

He would give it all up for Katsuki. Wings, halo, eternity—everything, and more.

Shouto could cry right now. From arousal. From absolute joy.

Katsuki twines his arms around his waist and surges forward, their bodies now pressed together, he keeps pulling Shouto close, close, close as he licks into his mouth, rocking him slightly, back and forth, over his still clothed dick, flush and filled out, so Shouto gets the hint.

And he’s quick to get it. This at least is familiar territory to him, after all. Shouto has humped enough pillows late at night, here in this exact same bed, while pretending Katsuki  was the one underneath him instead of a stack of pillows. He’s become fairly good at riding them.

Should be easy enough to get the hang of it with the real deal.

Instead of nervous, Shouto feels just a little emboldened at the prospect.

With a firm grip on Katsuki’s shoulders for support, Shouto pushes himself up until he’s sitting upright, hands sliding down to rest on Katsuki’s chest instead. He lifts his body up just slightly before grinding back down, the angle just right as he jerks his hips against the blond’s erection. 

Katsuki groans lowly. 

He’s watching intently as some skin is revealed with the stretched neck of his sleep shirt that slides off his left shoulder. Shouto pays it no heed, rolling his hips lightly, as if testing it out, and the pleasure that zaps through his body has his eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

Shouto fails to choke back a louder moan. 

Shit. Katsuki has asked him to be quiet. He can’t ruin this. He’s wanted it for so long.

But it feels so good. He just can’t help it.

And Katsuki isn’t faring better. He has his lips parted, panting harshly.

“You’re going to kill me, damn…” Katsuki groans again, as quiet as he can manage.

Deep down, Shouto has this dark fantasy of his brother listening in, the same way he’s been forced to listen to them banging each other night after night after night. He wants Touya to hear, wants him to see him now, wants him to learn just how much better than him Shouto can be.

Shouto rolls his hips once again, and again, until he’s finding a rhythm that pleases both of them. His dick throbs as he imagines the look on his brother’s face if he caught him humping his boyfriend like this.

It spurs him on.

Katsuki’s hands sneaking under his shirt is what snaps him out of this little fucked up fantasy, and he cracks his eyes open just enough to look at him. 

The blond grips his hip bones, digging his nails into Shouto’s soft flesh, in an attempt to steady him. Shouto shudders from the more direct contact of skin on skin. His hands are always so warm, feels so good .

Fingers touch the column of Shouto’s back, blunt nails scratch his tailbone, running slowly to the arc of his lower back. He rocks him back and forth, not so gently this time around. Heat starts coiling around Shouto’s entire body, it travels through his belly, then everywhere at once. 

Katsuki doesn’t stop there. He keeps one of his hands in the same place, and the other comes to the front, scratching Shouto’s abs and creeping up, up, up. Shouto sees it in his face, a pretty flush on his cheeks, the wicked smirk. He tweaks one of his nipples and Shouto wails, too loud.

He gives back in kind, jamming his lower half flush against Katsuki’s dick once more, grinding down into him, harder, with a clear goal set in his mind—he’s determined to make him cum hard. 

Katsuki heaves a ragged moan, not any more quiet.

He sounds beautiful .

Shouto still can’t quite well believe he’s here. Here, instead of being there—with Touya. He’s risking everything—just for Shouto.

Another buck of Katsuki’s hips has him moaning.

Katsuki moves his hands away, reaching them both up to Shouto's face. He guides him down and kisses him, swallowing whatever little gasps he lets out, halting Shouto's jerking motions for a second.

“You sound sweet,” he mutters against Shouto’s lips. “But we gotta be quiet, pretty boy.”

“It’s not my fault,” Shouto whispers back with a pout. “It feels too good.”

Katsuki huffs, shifting under him, gently pushing Shouto back until he’s sitting in the same upright position as before. Shouto glances at him curiously as Katsuki bunches up his shirt, revealing pale, bruised skin. Shouto is grateful that the only light in his room is coming from a street-lamp reflected in his window, so Katsuki can’t quite see these old bruises.

With an upward thrust, Katsuki encourages Shouto to start rubbing himself against him once again. Shouto is obedient, he will do whatever Katsuki wants of him. He gets moving. The brief moment of respite like an interlude and the bounce back just crashes all over him. He writhes, a ravenous shiver racking his entire body. 

Shouto moans again. Can’t help it. Can’t hold back.

His dick leaks, dampening his underwear even further. He’s almost there .

“It’s such a shame I have to do this.” Katsuki lifts the hem of Shouto’s shirt to his mouth. “Bite it,” he orders.

Shouto does as he’s told, biting down on it as he rolls his hips once again, chasing that feeling. His moans are now stifled, saliva dampening the fabric.

“Shit,” Katsuki mutters. “You look so sexy like this.”

His hands find their way to Shouto’s nipples again, the nubs are hard from arousal. Katsuki pinches them both at the same time, punishingly, and Shouto’s brows knit together. His cock twitches, it leaks, soaking his underwear. 

He’s close, so close.

His hands scramble to find leverage over Katsuki’s chest, clawing at his tank top. Pleasure is fraying his nerves, his mind.

There’s friction down there. So much of it. Their bodies sliding against each other, Shouto sinks heavily down, and Katsuki repays him by rutting up with reckless abandon, all at the same time, all in perfect, perfect sync.

Katsuki underneath him looks so beautiful and bright.

Scorching hot hands rack down, scratching Shouto’s abs as they find their way back to Shouto’s thighs. Katsuki seems obsessed with squeezing them. They quiver under his touch, and this time, Shouto is sure the grip will leave a few marks that’ll stay with him throughout the day at least.

He would ask for more if he could.

As it is, he can just groan into his shirt and fasten his pace.

Katsuki’s head lolls back onto Shouto’s pillow, his cock is throbbing from the pressure. Shouto can feel it, so perfectly. His muffle whines are the signs of another wave of pleasure that zaps through him. His body thrumming with desire.

A throaty, almost needy sound leaves Katsuki’s parted lips. 

So much for being quiet.

Shouto lets go of his shirt. Shaky hands fumble for Katsuki's shoulders, he hangs on and leans forward, moaning right into Katsuki’s mouth as he shamelessly rubs himself over Katsuki’s cock as he would his pillows when he’s just about to cum.

Katsuki kisses him, either desperate to taste him again or to muffle what would’ve been the loudest sound released into this room yet. Either way, their lips push and pull against one another, teeth colliding. It’s sloppy and messy. 

Shouto’s fingers grip his shoulders like a vise as his vision starts to blur. He’s close, close, close. Just a little bit more. 

The blond’s hips buck upwards, nails on the back of Shouto’s thighs, meeting each of Shouto’s movements. He’s chasing his release desperately now. It’s build like a crescendo.

Shouto’s hips stutter, finally. His legs give out and if he hadn’t already stumbled over, he would now be crashing down onto Katsuki. His voice cracks into a needy whimper, chanting Katsuki’s name against his lips as he cums, harder than ever before.

Which shouldn’t come as any surprise. It’s not his pillow that he’s riding, this is Katsuki himself. He doesn’t know how he was still able to hold back for so long instead of creaming his pants on the spot.

Katsuki holds him in place and after a few thrusts, his own body jerks and shakes violently. A groan accompanies his release, breaking his own rule of silence.

“Shit, I haven’t cum this hard in a while, and we didn’t even fuck.” Shouto’s mind barely registers his words.

Still riding on the high of his orgasm, Katsuki lets out a breathy chuckle, bringing his shaky hands up to nudge Shouto. He brushes his hair out of his eyes as the boy raises his head sluggishly, barely able to keep his eyes open. 

Katsuki leans in and kisses him, sweet and slow this time. Just a brush of lips and occasional lick. 

Shouto barely manages to kiss back, but he lets Katsuki press his mouth into his own lazily, for as long as he wants. 

In the back of his mind, he keeps wondering if all of this is a dream, his mind all fogged up and taken over. 

Katsuki shifts his weight, rearranging them on the bed. Shouto’s limp body is just a pile of useless flesh now. He allows Katsuki to do whatever, just move him around, get him in the position he wants.

If he wanted to do more, Shouto would probably just lie there and take it.

Katsuki lies by his side and lets Shouto rest on one of his arms. The boy has half a mind to adjust, throwing one leg over Katsuki’s legs and clinging to his side like a sloth clutched to a tree, hanging on for dear life. Katsuki doesn’t seem to mind it, his hand comes up, running through Shouto’s hair absentmindedly. He sighs contentedly as the blond dips his head to plant a kiss to his temple.

This moment feels more intimate than grinding on him until they both came in their pants.

“Rest, pretty boy. You earned it,” Katsuki murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind Shouto’s ear, noticing how tired he is.

“I don’t want you to leave…” Shouto mumbles, in his state of half-awake and half-asleep, fighting hard to keep his eyes open.

He doesn’t want him to just run back to Touya. Not yet.

“Just go to sleep, Shouto… I’ll stay with you, okay?” 

Shouto knows it’s an empty promise, but closes his eyes anyway and snuggles up to Katsuki’s cozy body. He feels his arms wrap him rather protectively and for once in his life, he actually feels safe.

Even as he’s almost dozing off, Shouto can still feel his body buzzing from everything that happened tonight.

— x —

When Shouto wakes up in the morning, he finds himself alone in his bed. He rubs his tired eyes and it takes a few minutes for the memories from last night to rush back in.

There’s a second where he wonders if it was all just a dream, but there are traces of it that let him know it was not just some wet dream.

His underwear feels crusty and nasty, for starters. 

There are aches in odd places, the muscles of his thighs and his arms are just now catching up to all the strain he put them under last night. 

Shouto cracks a huge smile, feeling extremely giddy. He hugs his pillow and there is another proof that Katsuki was there last night, it smells just like him.  

He buries his face into his pillow and inhales the lingering scent as more images from the night before come washing over him. 

It makes his dick throb, morning boner mixed with just the memories of doing all of that with Katsuki, right here, in his bed.

But there’s no time to take care of it right now. He still has classes after all and needs to get ready. Even though he has no idea how is he going to be able to pay attention to anything at all. 

Shouto feels slightly embarrassed, his cheeks burn from each word he recalls blurting out and the ones Katsuki whispered against his ear, pleasure-addled and shameless.

He feels like screaming into his pillow from so much happiness.

Shouto jumps out of bed, quickly goes to the bathroom to clean himself up and change into something more presentable to go downstairs. Once he shows up downstairs to have breakfast, everyone is already there except for his father, who’s always the first out of the house and he never eats breakfast before leaving.

He says good morning to them all, even to Touya, who's in his foul morning mood sitting next to Katsuki. Only Fuyumi and his mother bother to greet him back. Natsuo doesn’t even look like he’s present or that he has woken up properly yet.

Katsuki shifts in his seat as he and Shouto exchange looks, and Shouto has to bite back a smug, knowing smirk.

Shouto is wearing a turtleneck because, as it turns out, Katsuki did get overexcited last night and there are a few faint red marks peppered on his skin. They could probably pass off as allergies, but he didn’t want to risk it. And he notices the way the blond’s eyes drop to his neck for a second, before shifting back to his face.

Katsuki clears his throat and grumbles, “Morning, Shouto.”

“Well, at least someone woke up in a good mood today,” Fuyumi comments, giving Touya on the other side of the table a stink eye, as Shouto sits down beside her.

Touya just rolls his eyes at her, obnoxiously, and flips her off.

“Mom, did you see that?” She turns to Rei.

Rei sighs, massaging her temple with the tips of her fingers. “Touya, please behave, at least in front of your boyfriend.”

Shouto is in the middle of pouring himself some orange juice when Touya says something that makes him almost drop the jug.

“Where did you go last night, Kats?” Touya asks Katsuki. 

“Be careful, Shouto!” Rei scolds him.

“Sorry, mom.” He puts the jug back on the table more carefully.

“What do you mean?” Katsuki replies, still chewing on a piece of sausage that he had just put in his mouth. “I was here the whole time.”

“It’s just that I woke up and the bed was empty,” he complies with a pout. “I thought you’d left.”

“I, uh, couldn’t sleep so I came downstairs…” His eyes meet Shouto’s discreetly across the table. “To get a snack.”

Shouto snorts quietly into his glass.

Yeah, a snack...

“What are you laughing at, brat?” Touya kicks him under the table.

Shouto kicks him back.

“Fuck off, Touya.”

“Touya, stop pestering your brother.” Their mother intervenes, sternly. “And Shouto, just don’t pay attention to him.”

“He started it,” Shouto complains.

“Just finish your breakfast, Shouto.” Rei says with a finality in her tone that doesn’t leave room for arguing.

“Sorry, mom,” he apologizes to her once again, and goes back to eating in silence.

It doesn’t matter. No one will be able to take that giddy feeling away from him today.

If he thought he never felt happier when Katsuki kissed him that day, this is another level. He’s on cloud nine. Just on top of the fucking world.

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It’s late at night when Shouto hears the soft rattle of the doorknob. It doesn’t startle him, but his heart races for other reasons. He sits comfortably on his hunches and waits, a rush of excitement runs through his body in anticipation as Katsuki sneaks into his room, casting a shadow on the wall caused by the dim nightlight.

Shouto can’t contain the grin that stretches his lips wide as the side of the mattress dips under Katsuki’s weight when he props himself up on one knee. Both hands come up to cup Shouto’s face, no time wasted, he captures his mouth in one sweet, searing kiss, pushing his tongue inside to taste him slowly. It feels like he’s been anticipating it as much as Shouto has.

In the days that followed what had happened between them, Shouto was left wondering if there would be more of it, or if it had just been a moment of weakness on Katsuki’s end. But as Shouto was clearing the table after dinner earlier this evening, the blond surreptitiously snuck up behind him and told him to leave his door unlocked tonight with a grin that held a sweet promise.

If his father had walked into the dining room a second before he did, he would’ve caught Katsuki squeezing his youngest son’s waist and pressing himself too close to whisper intimately in his ear, but Katsuki was quick to step aside right as Enji stomped in. Crisis averted.

Shouto latches onto Katsuki, winds his arms around his neck to pull him in and kisses him back eagerly because for him, it has been indeed far too long that he had to go by without being touched by him. The blond hasn’t left Shouto’s mind, not even for a second ever since, obviously.

Shouto has spent this time apart doing research, looking things up if the time comes, so he can make Katsuki happy. He really wants to. He’s endured those dirty, dirty videos from the internet, watched carefully and took mental notes on how to move, where to put his hands, how to ask for it with his eyes. He still doesn’t feel prepared, but he’s willing. For Katsuki he’s always willing.

Katsuki shifts his weight, climbs onto his bed as he deepens the kiss with as much fervor, he kisses him until his head starts feeling muddled. Then his mouth glides down, Shouto tilts his head slightly to one side and bares his neck, shuddering as the blonde's moist lips brush against warm, soft skin, peppering it with soft kisses.

“God, I missed you,” Katsuki whispers, there’s a hint of urgency in his voice that Shouto enjoys. “Missed your sweet scent.” He lightly brushes his nose against his neck, but even the smallest touch sends shockwaves through Shouto’s system. 

“I was worried you weren’t coming anymore,” he whispers back, sighing softly when Katsuki presses a kiss to his neck.

“Never, never.” He plants plenty of other kisses there, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hold. “Sorry I kept you waiting, baby. He was taking so fucking long to fall asleep.”

Shouto hums quietly, slightly distracted by Katsuki’s mouth, even though he can still feel the jealousy fucking flaring underneath his skin, spreading through his veins like a virus. He finds comfort in Katsuki not sounding particularly guilty as he says that, it amuses him. 

Touya could bite his tongue and choke on his own poison for all he cares.

He splays his fingers over Katsuki’s chest, smoothing his hands over his shirt, his breath catching slightly as he feels sharp teeth graze his skin. God, Katsuki has such strong muscles, he’s so firm, so fucking perfect… 

“You should dump him.” Shouto ends up blurting, unthinkingly, then pouts. He hears Katsuki snicker lowly, but he doesn’t really say anything to that, just detaches himself from his neck. He misses his warmth immediately. 

He’s unable to tear his gaze away, follows each movement like it’s happening in slow motion as the blond reaches up, pinching his chin and pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth before he pulls back again to regard him. 

Shouto cannot make out the expression he’s making, or what flashes in his eyes for that brief second he just stares at him. It’s something akin to longing, if he dares to guess. But he wouldn’t be able to tell.

“C’mon, angel, why don’t you give me another kiss, hm?” he whispers, and his eyes beg to say more, but he doesn’t.

Shouto will take what he can get. For now. He’s never going to get enough from Katsuki anyway. If it was up to him, he’d give Katsuki full control of his life. Let him pick what and when he eats, what he wears, who he talks to. Let him use his body, fill every single one of his holes, shape him into the perfect doll, forged to fulfill whatever his heart desires.

He often dreams of being his. Completely.

His eyes never leave Katsuki, he slides his hands up his shoulders, gives him a light push. Katsuki grins, stretching his legs and pulling him easily into his lap. His fingers dig into his waist through his clothes, Shouto wishes they were underneath. 

Shouto dips his head forward, double-colored fringe falling into his eyes as he kisses the blond open-mouthed and hungry, working his fingers through his spiky ash-blond locks, further tousling them. 

It should be embarrassing that he’s already halfway hard and panting against his mouth just from this, but he can’t help it.

He shivers as Katsuki’s hands sneak under his shirt, like he could read his mind and figure out exactly what Shouto wanted from him. His fingers dig on his lower back as he pulls him closer, causing Shouto to rub his clothed cock against Katsuki’s. He can’t help but smile into the kiss as he notices how hard Katsuki already is, too.

There’s something so delirious about hiding in plain sight to do this. Touya is just one thin wall away from the truth, and he remains in the dark, completely unaware of what’s happening right under his stupid nose. Shouto rolls his hips at that thought, seeking friction as he kisses Katsuki harder. 

It’s heaven when Katsuki guides his movements, firm hands setting the pace of his grinding, leaving a playful bite on his lower lip right before swallowing Shouto’s contained noises in another kiss before he’s pulling back. 

He easily strips Shouto out of his sleep shirt. Heat creeps up Shouto’s cheeks as Katsuki takes a moment to appreciate his naked chest. He shudders when his big hands travel up to his nipples, and he pinches both. Caught off guard, Shouto’s lips part to release a low moan, and his cock strains against his underwear. 

Katsuki kisses his jaw and whispers, “Gotta keep quiet, remember?” And he’s so mean, because he punctuates this statement by rolling Shouto’s hardened nubs between his fingers, pinching them again. This time, Shouto’s eyes almost roll back as he chokes back another moan that threatens to escape, his lips still hanging open, letting out a silent gasp.

“You’re being mean.” He mumbles, maybe pouts too, pawing at Katsuki’s shirt. 

“Yeah? Am I?” Katsuki huffs, biting his jaw lightly before leaning back slightly with a grin. Shouto scurries his hands down to the hem of Katsuki’s shirt. 

“It’s not fair if you don’t take yours off too…” he says.

“Go ahead, then,” Katsuki’s grin widens. “Help me with that.”

His heart lurches as he pulls it up and tosses it aside, shifting his weight on Katsuki’s lap to flatten his palms over his abs, feeling the ripped muscles twitch with the skin on skin contact. 

This isn’t the first time he’s seen Katsuki shirtless. It has definitely happened before, sneaky stolen glances from doors left ajar, and on that one time Touya brought Katsuki along to that trip to the beach with their family. 

Shouto now feels the same insane urge to lick each cut of his abs that he did when he saw him at the beach that day, looking like a literal God from ancient mythology coming out of the ocean, dripping wet and so breathtakingly beautiful. 

Instead, he just leans in, presses soft kisses to Katsuki’s shoulder while he runs his hands up and down, lightly grazing blunt nails over bare skin, feeling up the lines of his abs, counting each in his mind. He smiles a little when the blond’s Adam’s apple bobs and his breathing catches as Shouto moves his mouth up to his throat and kisses there. 

Katsuki brings his hands up, one pulling him by his hair and the other grabbing his face, swiping his thumb over Shouto’s lower lip. He fixes his eyes on Katsuki’s pair of shiny rubies and parts his lips briefly, closing them back around his thumb, sucking on it slowly, watching closely as the blonde’s breathing hitches.

“Perfect, perfect,” Katsuki whispers hoarsely, pulling his hand away and inching closer, the tip of his tongue licks Shouto’s bottom lip first, and moves to his upper lip after. “You’re just fucking perfect.” Then he licks into his mouth, slower this time, but the kiss only lasts a brief second. 

“Will you take the rest of your clothes off for me, pretty boy?” Katsuki asks, and Shouto feels his cheeks burn red with shame. But he can’t deny him anything, so he nods slowly, sliding off his lap to take shaky hands to the waistband of his sleep shorts. Katsuki doesn’t dare prying his eyes away, he looks at Shouto with lust, like he really, really wants him. Shouto exhales and slips out of his shorts and underwear at once, feeling a little ashamed once his cock springs free.

It feels like a fever dream to be doing this.

Katsuki licks his lips and swallows before he moves, sliding his sweatpants off and tossing them aside. Shouto notices he isn’t wearing any underwear. At the sight of his cock, he forgets how to breathe. It’s pretty, and big, and defined, hanging proudly between his legs. His mouth waters for some reason, he wishes he was bold enough to reach for it, bend down and swallow it whole, even though he’s never done it before.

He must’ve stared a little too long, because Katsuki says, “You wanna touch it?” 

Shouto flushes when he glances back at Katsuki’s face, wide-eyed like a little frightened deer. He turns his face away when it gets too overwhelming to keep looking. The blond huffs, leaning closer to him to gently turn his head by the chin to make him face him again. 

He speaks against his lips, voice so low and raspy. “Do you trust me, baby?” 

Shouto gives him an enthusiastic nod, because of course he does. These pet names he’s been calling him all night leave a fuzzy feeling inside his chest.

Katsuki grins, sitting back with his legs spread, cock standing proudly, a little pointed towards his belly, not an ounce of shame on his part. Katsuki’s hard, he’s so big, and thick, too. Shouto worries if that’s gonna ever fit in his mouth, or inside him. Either way, it’s the most beautiful thing Shouto has ever seen, because it’s Katsuki’s and every single part of him is stunning. 

“Come here.” Katsuki beckons him closer and Shouto obediently crawls between his legs, melting into another kiss. He shudders when Katsuki’s hands start to explore his naked body so freely, both coming down to cup his ass cheeks and squeeze, making Shouto gasp into his mouth.

“Do it with me, like this,” Katsuki instructs, reaching for Shouto’s cock and wrapping a firm hand around him to demonstrate, it pulls a surprised sound from the back of Shouto’s throat. “There’s no reason to be shy.”

Shouto looks down and his trembling hand moves slowly, until he’s wrapping his fingers around the stiffness, lightly, curiously. His fingers don’t even meet unless he squeezes a bit harder, he realizes in awe. Katsuki sighs when Shouto gives it an experimental stroke, so he does it again, feeling the length and weight, the shape of the popped veins. As his thumb rubs the head of his cock right against the slit, slicking up his digit with precum, Katsuki hisses appreciatively. 

“That’s it, angel,” he sighs, pulling Shouto’s face with his free hand to kiss him again as he lets Shouto stroke him a little longer. Concentrating is kind of a challenge when he also has Katsuki’s hand wrapped around him, but he tries his best. “Fuck, your hand is so soft… Squeeze a little harder for me, baby… Feel that? That’s how hard you make me…” 

Shouto tightens his grip as instructed, it earns a heavier sigh from Katsuki, who bucks his hips against his hand. His own hand also tightens around Shouto’s cock, his reaction is a moan that he doesn’t manage to keep down. He bites his bottom lip after, to prevent himself from making more noises like that.

Katsuki drags his lips to one of his ears, hot breath hitting his skin, he pries his hands away and takes them both to Shouto’s waist, making him shudder. “Turn around for me, baby, and settle right here between my legs, I wanna try something…”

Shouto lets the blond guide him, curious as he turns around, sitting the way he was instructed to do. Katsuki circles an arm around his middle and pulls him further back, until his back is flush against his sturdy chest. His heart stutters as he feels Katsuki’s cock poke his lower back. He tries to ignore how his own cock reacts, throbbing, full of desire — it’s even a little painful, feeling this much turned on.

One of Katsuki’s hands comes up, wrapping loosely around his throat, no pressure, sliding slightly up to hold his jaw. He places his lips against his ear once again, and Shouto closes his eyes, sighing. “You’ll squeeze your thighs for me when I say so, alright?” he says.

Shouto leaves out a surprised gasp, eyes flying open as he feels Katsuki slide his cock between his thighs at the same time that his free hand wraps around his cock again, which twitches under the sudden contact. Quickly, Katsuki’s other hand that was on his throat comes up to cover his mouth before any loud noise dares to escape, lips still pressed to his ear.

“Gotta keep it down, remember?” he whispers, biting the shell of his ear lightly. “Come on, squeeze your pretty little thighs for me now.”

And his voice… Fuck. His voice is so low and sensual. The feel of his lips moving against his skin as he talks, the way his timber reverberates… Shouto squirms a little as he presses his thighs together, feeling Katsuki’s cock slide between the tight space that has formed.

“Shit…” Katsuki groans, lowly, driving his hips forward, stroking Shouto’s cock slowly. Shouto moans, muffled against his palm, he can’t help it. “That’s it, keep squeezing them.”

Katsuki lowers his hand to make Shouto crane his neck, so he can kiss him. The kiss is sloppy and messy, he can’t concentrate when Katsuki is pumping his dick so thoroughly. A little whimper escapes his mouth, making it hard to kiss him back, still he keeps on giving. If that’s what Katsuki wants, he’ll do it for him.

Katsuki drags his lips to his neck, laving his tongue at it, and Shouto wishes he could suck some bruises there, to imprint himself into his skin, and leave his mark in pretty purplish hues.

The thought mixed with the sensations provided by many stimuli at once makes Shouto squirm. Uncoordinated hands seeking anywhere to brace himself, to grab onto, ending up with one flying to the back of Katsuki’s neck, goading him in, as the other digs into Katsuki’s thigh in a weak attempt to keep still.

The blond twists his wrist, stroking Shouto’s dick in a way that makes him feel dizzy. It feels nothing like when he does it to himself. Katsuki’s hand feels amazing, he’s skilled, experienced, knows exactly how, when, and where to touch. Shouto’s dick twitches and leaks, and he can’t contain his pathetic little gasps, softly whimpering because it feels too good. Because nothing ever felt this good.

“Shh, quiet, angel, don’t want anyone to find out, do you?” Katsuki whispers in his ear, a tinge of warning and authority in his voice that Shouto really likes, it’s sugarcoated with that pet name that’s quickly turning into his favorite. 

Katsuki brings one hand up again and pries Shouto’s mouth open, shoving two fingers inside unceremoniously. The pressure of the digits feel heavy on his tongue, and he moans and drools a little around them as he sucks, eyebrows knit together, eyes almost rolling back.

“That’s it,” Katsuki coos. “That’s a good boy. A pretty, pretty, pretty good boy. For me. It’s all for me, right?”

At that, Shouto moans softly as a way of replying, and nods, doubling down on his efforts, tongue swirling around his fingers, and even as he squeezes his eyes shut, he can feel them rolling back. Katsuki takes his fingers out and holds his throat without squeezing it. Shouto would like to moan louder, but he just gasps when Katsuki’s thumb rubs his cock’s slit, spreading more peecum all around, slicking up his dick with it. It’s filthy, and so embarrassing, and it feels good, so good.

His ass clenches around nothing and he squirms. It’s something that happens when he’s too aroused. In the back of his mind, there’s a need to be filled, to feel full, to feel complete. Katsuki’s dick at this point has already slipped out of the hold between his thighs, and now he’s rubbing his thick, huge length between the crack of his ass, Shouto can feel it dampening as it slides. He pushes back against it unconsciously, and Katsuki’s hold around his throat tightens, just for a moment, and the air suddenly gets considerably scarce. His mind gets fogged for a second.

He kinda likes it.

“This…” he whispers. “C-can you do that again?” 

“Fuck…” Katsuki groans, letting out a breathy laugh, rubbing his nose to the side of his face. “You into that?”

Apparently, yes.

Shouto nods as he can and Katsuki once again curls his fingers around his throat, tighter than before, cutting off his airways almost completely for a moment longer than he did previously. Shouto feels the tension rush right down to his cock, which throbs and leaks like he’s on the verge of spilling. He starts to see spots in his vision and feel more lightheaded, and then Katsuki releases the hold, and Shouto coughs, sucking in lungfuls of air.

His body is tingling. 

He definitely likes it.

“I wanna fuck you so bad…” Katsuki whispers, punctuating his sentence by rolling his hips and making his dick drag between Shouto’s ass cheeks, twisting his wrist in a way that has Shouto throwing his head back and rolling his eyes in pleasure as he moans more openly. 

“Shh, what did I tell you?” his hand comes up again and covers his mouth. Shouto hasn’t even realized he’s been whining and moaning louder than he should. But it feels so good. “What was that?” He hasn’t realized he tried to say that out loud either.

“Feels good…” he tries to make his voice not sound so high-pitched as Katsuki lowers his hand only enough for him to talk.

“Yeah?” Katsuki says, smug, increasing the pressure around his cock and pumping it up. “Gonna cum for me, doll?”

Katsuki has an array of pet names for him and every single one makes his heart perform little jumps inside his chest.

The blond takes his hand off his cock, a little disapproving whine leaves Shouto as he does so. Katsuki huffs, taking his hands to his waist and manhandling him to lay on his side, laying right behind him, body still pressed tightly. He slips his arm under Shouto’s head, kissing up his neck as Shouto sticks up his ass and tries to rub himself against Katsuki’s hard dick.

“Have patience, princess,” Katsuki says in his ear, he takes his hand to his own cock, or at least that’s what Shouto thinks he does since he can’t see.

He can feel it, though. Feels the stiffness of Katsuki’s dick slide against his ass, and his hole clenches, it begs to be filled, but he doesn’t ask for it. He pushes back, though, makes sure Katsuki is as close as possible. Teases him how he can to make him want. It has an effect, Katsuki growls low in his ear.

“Touch yourself.” He orders, and Shouto doesn’t think twice, he slides his hand down and gets a hold of his dick. It’s dripping, he’s so wet. The pace is a little hectic, but that’s only until Katsuki gives him another order. “Slow it down, I don’t want you to cum just yet.”

He stifles his pace considerably, rubbing his cock in slow, languid strokes. Thumb to the head, slicking it up, pressing the tip to keep himself from spilling. He tries his best to keep his voice down, biting his lip when his sounds threaten to get louder.

Katsuki continues to rub himself against him, his movements almost feel uncoordinated, a little erratic. His breathing is heavy, he bites down Shouto’s shoulder and groans, pulling him closer by the waist.

“Shit, shit, shit ,” is all he hears. Then, there’s a new command. “You can pick up your pace now, baby, I’m almost there.”

And Shouto does. Twists his wrist in the way he knows it will feel good, he’s practiced with this at least. He’s touched himself countless times to sounds that filtered through the walls of this room, supplemented by his own imagination. Never would he have dreamed he would get to do this with Katsuki. That thought alone is almost enough to tip him over the edge, so he squeezes the base, trying to make himself last as much as he can. Until Katsuki says he can let go.

“Squeeze your thighs again, angel,” Katsuki’s voice is hoarse and deep, but he lets out a little gasp and something that almost sounds like a whine. 

Shouto can’t deny him anything.

He squeezes his thighs and throws his head back to rest on his shoulder as Katsuki sheathes his cock on the tight spot created between his legs. Shouto feels delirious as it drags under his perineum when Katsuki starts to fuck his thighs, in the most literal sense, and Shouto can’t hold back anymore. His lips part, whining over and over as he strokes himself a little clumsily, uncoordinated and hurried. 

Two fingers are once again shoved inside his mouth, he could almost cry from how aroused he feels. He still whines and moans, although it’s muffled as Katsuki tries to hush him. In his whole body there’s this scorching feeling creeping under his skin, like he’s been set ablaze.

He’s surrounded by Katsuki, the pressure of his bare chest on his back, the way he thrusts between his thighs, the way he sticks his fingers in and out his mouth, pressing down on his tongue to gag him. He’s panting harshly against Shouto’s ear, nipping at the soft earlobe like he cannot control himself. The stinging is welcome, it adds to everything else.

It doesn’t take long until Shouto is cumming, hard and relentless against his own belly, thick ropes spluttering and making a fucking mess. But it’s bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. 

He reaches for Katsuki’s head with his hand, pulling him to his neck as he squirms and arches his back. Katsuki lavishes his skin with filthy, wet kisses, and Shouto does his best to crane his neck and reach his mouth.

“Kiss me, please, please, please , kiss me,” is his plea proffered through desperate whispers. 

Katsuki groans against his mouth before he claims it, his hips stuttering as he cums. Shouto feels it, coating his legs, it’s warm, and sticky, and thick. Fucking amazing. It feels like some sort of accomplishment to have a part of him staining his skin. He wants to reach down and scoop some of it, just to taste it—but he doesn’t.

The blond manhandles him once again like he’s nothing more than a ragdoll, making him roll to his side, then he shifts to lie on his back, pulling Shouto close, holding him against his body.

— x —

This time, he doesn’t wake up alone. He does, however, wake up to Katsuki jolting awake, startled. Shouto lets out a sleepy moan, refusing to open his eyes just yet, still cozily snuggled up against the blond, with his arm draped over his chest.

“Shit, what time is it?” Katsuki grouses. 

Shouto lazily flings his arm back and blindly feels for his phone on the nightstand, bringing it to his face, he forces his eyes open, but squints when he unlocks the screen as his vision is assaulted by the full bright-mode.

“Too early… g’back t’sleep,” he mumbles, tucking the phone under his pillow so he doesn’t need to move around much, closing his eyes and going back to snuggle up to Katsuki, not fully awake yet. 

“No, Shouto, seriously, what time is it?” Katsuki insists, nudging him. Shouto sighs, cracking his eyes open again.

“Almost 7…” he mumbles to him, fighting not to just fall back asleep.

“Fuck.” Katsuki curses, shaking his head. He looks distressed as he jumps out of bed and starts looking for his clothes. “Fuck. What the fuck are we gonna do?”

Shouto blinks the sleep from his eyes and sits up, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he fails to suppress a yawn, watching Katsuki dress himself very hastily. He feels his chest tighten up painfully when the blond doesn’t even look at him.

“Are you mad at me?” He ignores the lump in his throat, but still, his voice comes out smaller than he would have liked. 

Katsuki looks at him as he’s done slipping on his shirt, and Shouto chews on his bottom lip when he frowns. But then he rushes back to the bed, taking Shouto’s face between his hands. Shouto blinks at him sweetly, with a little pout on his lips that Katsuki kisses away, more tenderly than he has been the night before.

“Hey, of course I’m not mad at you.” He whispers, shaking his head. He caresses Shouto’s cheeks with his thumbs. “But don’t you get it? If your brother, or worse, if your father found out about us, or if I just broke up with him, I wouldn’t be able to come here anymore.” Katsuki dips his head and sticks his forehead to Shouto’s very gently. The boy’s eyes widen as it dawns on him what Katsuki is trying to say. “Then I wouldn’t be able to see you anymore. Do you understand that, angel?”

Shouto nods, and sniffles quietly. Suddenly, he’s terrified at that prospect. No, no, no. This could never happen. If he can’t ever see Katsuki again, he’d rather stop breathing. He’d rather drop dead on the spot than lose him.

To make matters worse, they both startle as they hear Touya moving inside the other room. 

“Shit.” Katsuki cusses under his breath. “Quick, get dressed.” He tells Shouto, smacking one final quick peck on his lips, and the boy nods, jumping to his feet in a second and gathering his clothes as quickly as he can, slipping them on.

“What are you gonna do?” He whispers, heart stuttering and his anxiety flaring. He wants to cry.

“I’ll figure something out, don’t worry.”

Shouto snaps his eyes shut as Katsuki opens the door and slides out of his room. 

“What were you doing in Shouto’s room?” is the first thing he hears his brother’s muffled voice say, and he chomps down his lip so hard it splits. He winces at the sting as he licks the cut and tastes like his own blood. 

He hears Katsuki come up with an excuse. A very lame one.

“I was looking for another jacket I left here, couldn’t find it in your closet, so I thought of asking him.”

Shouto knows Touya isn’t dumb. There’s no way he’s going to fall for it.

He waits. 

And waits.

There’s no shouting, no things being thrown, no scandal. 

“Hmpf. Which jacket?” His brother asks after a moment too long, Shouto thinks he sounds suspicious. He wishes he could see his face right now to be sure, but he’s afraid to leave his room right now.

“That varsity one we bought together, d’you remember?”

“Oh, maybe mom put it in the wash.”

“That’s what I thought, that’s why I went to ask your brother if maybe he’d seen it?”

“You didn’t leave it at the club?” Touya asks. “Did you ask someone at work?”

“Oh yeah! You’re right, babe , I’ll ask Kirishima later.”

Shouto feels himself release the breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding. Relieved that it seemed to work, although he still can’t believe Touya did fall for it.

He ignores the urge to throw up at the pet name Katsuki calls his brother, feeling that painful pang of jealousy. He should only be talking to him like that. He should only touch him, him, him.

Shouto closes his eyes, sighing. But then a smile spreads on his lips as memories of the night before flood his mind, the way Katsuki came for him as he promised, and how he touched him everywhere, and the way he talked to him, and how he’s risked it all for him.

There’s some thrill in doing it. In making a fool out of his stupid fucking brother. He thinks he’s so smart, but he’s nothing. He’s just believed the lamest excuse Katsuki could come up with, like a dumbass.

He should feel bad about it, but he doesn’t. He actually covers his mouth and chuckles at the thought of his brother being ridiculed. Perhaps Shouto is a bad, bad person.

If it is for Katsuki, he doesn’t mind it at all.

— x —

Later that night, they’re laying in Shouto’s bed, he’s snuggled up to Katsuki, both fully dressed. They didn’t do anything crazy this time, only kissed lazily, and touched a bit. Katsuki told him he wouldn’t be able to stay throughout the entire night, but he still wanted to see him, even if it was just for a bit.

Shouto felt warmed inside by his words. Of course, ideally, he wished they could exist outside of those walls, but this would have to do. 

At least for now. 

Lately, he’s been racking up his mind trying to come up with ways to make it work, so he can stay with him forever.

“Did he actually believe you this morning?” He nuzzles Katsuki’s chest before looking up at him.

“I guess.” He shrugs.

Shouto shivers as Katsuki skids his fingers lightly through the length of his arm, until he reaches his face, smiling down at him before ducking his head and pressing his lips to his. 

“My pretty, pretty, pretty angel,” he whispers, brushing Shouto’s hair out of his face. “Wish I could just lie here with you.”

“Me too,” he whispers back with a nod. “Me too,” he repeats it, bringing both hands to hold Katsuki’s face and kiss him again, while he can, before he has to get up and leave. 

Once Katsuki does go back to Touya’s room, Shouto lies on his back, staring at the ceiling. He feels an ache on his chest, although he’s happy he can have this. It doesn’t feel like it’s enough, he wants more.

How can he get more?

That monster inside of him, it keeps getting greedier.

Chapter Text

When Shouto gets to the table at breakfast, most of his family is there. He rubs his eyes as he sits down, and Touya is talking. He doesn’t pay attention to him, occupying himself with his plate while his brother keeps yapping. He’s been doing it for the past five minutes, and Shouto already wants to tell him to shut up, but he never does.

He notices Katsuki is not paying attention to him either, and smiles to himself, as they briefly make eye contact. Touya gets in the way, as he always does, snapping his fingers in front of Katsuki’s face, and Shouto tightens his grip around his glass, as he watches them. The blond immediately frowns, as he turns to his brother with a sneer.

“Holy shit, Touya, you’re fucking insufferable, what’s gotten into you today?” He swats his hand away from his face, looking unhappy. 

See, Shouto would never piss him off like that. His brother is a fucking asshole. That’s why Katsuki keeps coming back to his room every night.

“Oh, he’s snappy because dad is forcing his lazy ass to work!” Fuyumi explains in a gossiping tone, chuckling into her glass. Shouto’s ears perk up at that, he hard swallows his food, lifting his head from his plate to look at his sister, shifting his gaze to Touya.

“Work?” He inquiries with a confused frown. “At the office? With dad?”

“Where the fuck else, dumbass?” Touya replies with the same old vitriol, but Shouto is surprised he hasn’t tried to kick him under the table, as he usually does.

“Why though?” He presses on, and Touya looks at him like he wants to set him on fire just for daring to address him.

It’s always been so impossible to keep any conversation with his eldest brother. Shouto has always wondered why his brother hates him so much. Not that he wouldn’t have a reason now, considering what he’s been doing behind his back lately, but this goes way back, even before Katsuki. He’s always acted with the same hostility towards him, ever since he was a baby. Natsuo says he even tried to kill him once, when he was just a couple months old. Fuyumi says Natsuo’s blowing it out of proportion. Of course he doesn’t remember, but out of the two of them, he doesn’t doubt Natsuo either. It’s very likely Touya did it. He thinks if Touya could, he would be glad to kill him any day.

Which is why he’s surprised that, despite the way he spits the words like he’s annoyed, or even disgusted to even have to address Shouto at all, he still replies with more than a single word.

“He wants to start training me since I’ll be taking over the company one day, naturally.” Arrogance drips off his tone, but Shouto can tell he’s hiding something. There’s definitely something else there, he’s not pissed that their father is making him work with him, Touya loves spending time with him. Sometimes Shouto thinks his brother is in love with their father, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was true, with the way he is with him. With the way they are with each other.

“What?” Shouto says quietly, in complete disbelief because still, that doesn’t make any sense.

It’s not like he cares about it, this career he never really wanted in the first place, but his father has groomed him his entire life for this. He drilled into him that he would have to be prepared to be the one to take over that stupid position at the company one day, because Touya was unfit for it, even though Touya was the oldest, and most importantly, he wanted the stupid position, unlike Shouto. It still kind of feels like betrayal to hear that dad is recruiting Touya now after everything, and he fears their father is doing it to punish him, and teach him some lesson. There has to be a catch, there’s no way he would just give up on him, and just give Touya what he wants.

He thinks Touya is mad because he knows it too. Their father is up to something fishy. This just doesn’t sound right.

“Why is he doing it?” Shouto says, watching his brother’s deep azure eyes glint in the same vicious way that is so identical to their father’s. It makes a chill run down Shouto’s spine. Usually, Touya doesn’t scare him, like their father does, except when he looks like that. Like he’s going to open his mouth and he’ll hear their father’s voice instead, right before he gets in trouble. He almost flinches just thinking about it. 

“I don’t know, Shouto,” Touya snarks, and yeah, it sounds pretty close to their father’s condescending tone. “Perhaps he realized how much of a fucking good for nothing you are, and that I’m a much better fit to take over the family business.”

Shouto stays quiet, head lowered as he pokes at the remains of his breakfast on his plate, appetite completely lost at this point. He’s shaking from nerves, he’s confused, his eyes are stinging because he’s starting to get overwhelmed. Why is this happening? He didn’t even do anything wrong! 

(Not anything that their father knows about anyway.

Or does he know about him and Katsuki?

No. That can’t be. )

“Hey, that’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” He hears Katsuki mutter beside Touya, and glances at him. A hint of a little smile pulls at the corners of his lips despite how awful he’s feeling. Katsuki always makes everything better. He’s so perfect. He shifts his gaze to see Touya rolling his eyes, and it makes him mad. How does he dare treat Katsuki like that?

“Stay the fuck out of it, Katsuki! This has nothing to do with you!” His brother snaps.

“Hoooo, now that was a fucking b-u-r-n, Shouto! Touya completely destroyed you right there!” Natsuo teases, clapping his hands to fuel the fire. Shouto hates it. It’s not funny at all.

Fuyumi slaps his arm and whispers, “Hush!” but Shouto can see her hide a snicker behind her hand. She notices him looking though, and that’s the only reason she turns back to Natsuo, and adds, “That’s not funny, Natsuo!”

Shouto presses his lips into a tight line, tightening his grip around his fork. He hates this family so much sometimes. Most of the time. He feels so out of place here.

From the corner of his eyes, he can see Katstuki is looking at him apologetically. He’s the only light in Shouto’s life, honestly. The only good thing ever.

“Oh, but don’t worry, Shouto,” Touya forces his voice to sound sugary-sweet, it’s sickening, he wants to throw up on his face. “You might still get a job ‘cause I’m not a villain! I might let you work as my secretary, that’ll be good enough for you. Make you spend your whole life bringing me coffee and licking my shoes.”

He’s almost bending his fork with how much pressure he’s gripping onto it, breathing shallowly to hold himself from snapping at his brother.

Katsuki grabs Touya’s wrist, and Shouto can tell he’s not being gentle, especially because his brother winces as the blond forces him to look at him.

“Fucking stop it, will you? That’s enough already!” He says firmly. “And don’t ever talk to me like that again, Touya. I mean it.”

Touya wrenches his arm away from his grip and snarls at him, as he rubs his wrist dramatically, while Fuyumi and Natsuo stare with their mouths hanging open.

“You asshole, what the fuck do you think you’re doing—” 

“What’s going on here?” Their mother’s soft voice cuts Touya off, as she slides into the dining room. “I could hear all the shouting from upstairs. Are you fighting again?”

The tired look on her pale face and the silky white dressing gown she always wears makes her look like a ghost. 

“Fucking nothing!” Touya throws his fork onto his plate with a loud noise, and gets up, stomping away angrily.

Shouto looks up at his mother, and shakes his head, gathering his dishes as he stands up as well, though much calmer.

“It’s nothing, mom, I’m sorry.” He says, resigned. “Excuse me.” 

He retracts from the dining room, feeling Katsuki’s eyes burning on him the entire time.

— x —

As he’s back in his room to finish getting ready for school, he glances over his bed, and the deep frown he has on is softened, replaced by a smile that creeps up his face. He feels giddy as he remembers last night, warmth creeps up his cheeks at the memories of Katsuki’s last visit to his room—his lips on Shouto’s, kissing him as he let Shouto grind on his lap until he came inside his underwear right before he snuck back into Touya’s room.

Katsuki now visits his room every night when he comes over. He waits for Touya to fall asleep, then he comes in and kisses, and touches Shouto like he wants him, and only him. Shouto can tell he’s not thinking about Touya at all when he’s with him. He can tell he wants to be there with him. He feels feverish only thinking about it. 

He still can’t quite believe that Katsuki is no longer an unattainable dream. But the downside to it, is that Shouto cannot be content with his own imagination anymore, he wants him all the time. He wants to do so much more, too. He can tell that Katsuki is still afraid of going further, going all the way. Either because he’s afraid someone might catch them, or because he’s scared of hurting Shouto. If it’s the latter, he’ll just have to show him he’s fine with anything, really. As long as it’s him, he wouldn’t mind. He just wants to be his, wants to gift-wrap himself and offer his all to Katsuki.

Shouto is wrenched out of his thoughts as a knock on his door startles him. It’s unusual for people in that house to knock, they usually just barge inside his room regardless of whether they’re going to violate his privacy or not. His mother is the only one who does knock, but she hasn’t interacted with him properly outside of meals in years. 

(Ever since she burned him, to be more precise. She’s never been the same since then.)

“Who is it?” He asks, and there’s a moment of silence, before he hears Katsuki’s beautiful voice.

“It’s me,” he mutters outside, and Shouto’s heart does a somersault as he hears it. He rushes to the door, and lets Katsuki in. 

“Hi!” He says with a smile, because he can’t contain his joy. He’s here. He’s choosing to be here with him. He’s risking himself for Shouto. Gosh, Shouto wants to drop to his knees for him, and make him happy in a way Touya never, ever would dream of ever being able to.

“Is it okay for you to be here?” He asks quietly, in case anyone can hear them.

“Yeah, uh, Touya is taking a shower. He’s told me to go home ‘cause he’s fucking pissed at me right now.” There’s a look of concern clouding his face, as he takes a step closer to him. 

“Touya is just dumb, you shouldn’t take him seriously.”

“Eh, he’ll come around, I guess.” He shrugs. “That doesn’t matter, I actually wanted to see if you’re alright.”

“Huh? Why wouldn’t I be?” Shouto frowns because he doesn’t get why he’s asking that. Katsuki blinks at him, eyebrows knitting together in confusion, like he’s said something outrageous.

“Because Touya was being such a jackass to you at breakfast?” He sounds like he’s confused. “I’m sorry he said those horrible things to you, by the way.”

Oh.

No one ever cared about that.

Shouto shrugs, but there’s warmth spreading all over his chest, and his stomach is fluttering. He thinks he could burst out with joy right now. 

“Isn’t he always?” He says, watching the conflicting emotions in Katsuki’s eyes, as he steps forward, closing the remaining space left between them. “What did you ever see in him?” Katsuki turns away in shame, and Shouto takes a step back. It was the wrong thing to say. “Sorry. Nevermind…”

Katsuki approaches him suddenly, then, and cups his face, planting a chaste kiss to his lips that catches him by surprise. He gasps, before melting into it. He pulls back too soon, though. Shouto isn’t satisfied yet, so he throws himself back at him, winding his arms around his neck, and kissing him deeper. He can’t help smiling into it when Katsuki groans lowly, and his hands grab his waist to bring him closer. His grip tight, possessive. 

Shouto loses himself easily in it. Katsuki is the most perfect. The way he kisses him, and how he touches him, everything he does feels right. His mind shuts down whenever Katsuki is near him. It gets quiet, all that noise that’s usually there turns into static, and there’s only him, him, him, and nothing else. 

“He’s wrong, you know,” Katsuki whispers against his lips as he reluctantly pulls away, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind Shouto’s ear. He wants to chase him back, and kiss him more. “You’re much more than that.”

His words make his chest tight. Shouto offers him a small nod, although he’s not sure if he agrees. Katsuki kisses his forehead, surprising him with the affectionate gesture. It’s so tender. It kind of turns him on to be treated so well, like Katsuki cares deeply for him. He sighs, wanting more than anything to pull him back in, to drag him to his bed, and beg for him to take him however he desires. But he can’t do that right now, he’s already running late for school, and Katsuki isn’t even supposed to be here.

“It’s okay,” he whispers back to him, like they’re sharing a secret. They kind of are. “I’m used to it.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be.” He sounds almost angry, and that too does things to his heart. It’s hard to fathom the possibility that someone might feel upset about anything that happens in his life. He never thought that anyone would ever care.

That’s why Katsuki is the one.

That’s why he’s supposed to be his, not Touya’s.

“He was also lying, from what he’s told me last night, your father only wanted his help with something, he was pissed because he couldn’t refuse.”

“That doesn’t matter, really, I don’t care.” Shouto shakes his head, and smiles up at him. “Kiss me again?” He asks quietly, eyes round and pleading. “Please?”

And he does. Easily. Shouto can’t believe he can just ask for things and get them. He can’t believe Katsuki is here, and he gets to kiss him like this.

He wants more. He wants more. He wants more. Moremoremore.

They kiss some more, because they can’t help it. He lets Katsuki’s hands roam all over him, and he pants against his mouth as his ass is squeezed, and God, how he wishes it was only the two of them in the house right now.

Katsuki stops, though, and the spell is broken as they hear some noise coming from the other room. He still gives Shouto one last quick peck before he takes a step back. Shouto pouts, even though he knows it’s to no avail. He can’t stay. He gets it.

“I gotta go, angel,” Katsuki says regretfully.

“Yeah,” Shouto nods. “Yeah, I know.”

“Be good, alright? I’ll see you tonight.” 

He hums as he watches Katsuki walk like he’s stepping on eggshells, cracking the door open to carefully check if the path is clear for him to step outside without having to come up with another lame excuse as to why he was hanging out in Shouto’s room.

Shouto sighs once Katsuki steps out, slipping on his uniform jacket and grabbing his bag to go to school, with his mind racing.

He understands why Katsuki hasn’t ditched his brother yet, but his chest feels heavy anyway, he only wants Katsuki for himself. It’s gotten worse now that he knows he can have him. He wonders what would it take to be able to become completely his, to get him to take him, the way he knows he wants to. He doesn’t want him holding back.

If Touya was out of the picture even for one night at least, then surely they could—

An idea pops into his mind as he arrives to the school, and he smiles to himself.

— x —

As he gets home from school, he spends some time in his room, pretending he’s busy studying until his mother leaves for her weekly beauty appointment, leaving him with the house to himself for at least an hour. 

He usually takes this time to do whatever shit he’s not allowed to do when people are home, like eat garbage food, watch TV or just laze around doing nothing, but not today. What happened this morning was the last drop.

With determination set in his gut, he marches down the corridor and surreptitiously slips into his parents’ room. He doesn’t waste time, as he knows exactly where he should head to look for what he’s come here for. He walks straight ahead and shuffles inside the ensuite, glancing at his reflection in the mirror before he pulls the medicine cabinet open.

God, his mother has so many meds in here, it’s no wonder she’s only half present most of the time. He rifles through bottles and bottles of pills, reading the labels carefully, as he looks for something specific, getting frustrated at each bottle he grabs that isn’t what he wants. 

It takes a moment until he finds it.

TODOROKI, REI

TAKE ONE CAPSULE BY MOUTH AT
BEDTIME AS NEEDED FOR SLEEP

NO REFILLS - DR. AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED

QTY: 30 CAPSULES

MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS. ALCOHOL MAY INTENSIFY THIS EFFECT.
USE CARE WHEN OPERATING A VEHICLE OR MACHINERY.
MAY CAUSE DIZZINESS.

Shouto’s heart pounds as he unscrews the container and tips a few pills into his hand, glad that those are capsules instead of tablets, it’ll make things a lot easier for him. He puts the bottle back exactly where he found it and takes a deep breath, once again staring at himself in the mirror as he closes the cabinet.

Somewhere deep down, he knows he should feel bad about it, but when Katsuki pops into his mind, all concerns and doubts vanish. He’s doing it for him.

— x —

At dinner, Shouto tries his best to hide his amusement as he watches his brother keep yawning uncontrollably, his eyes drooping like he could just fall asleep into his plate at any second. He doesn’t even snap at Natsuo for teasing him by saying that he couldn’t even handle a single day working with dad, from how worn out he is already.

Touya doesn’t even finish his dinner, something that their father despises. They always have to sit at the table at dinner, every single night, and they can only leave once dad’s done eating. It’s the rules. But since it’s Touya, obviously dad lets it slide as he stands up on unsteady legs, like he’s disoriented, and excuses himself to his bedroom, yawning again. 

Katsuki’s eyes follow his boyfriend as he stumbles and trips on his feet, but he doesn’t attempt to get up to join him, probably to not upset dad more. Shouto glances at him when he’s not looking, and smiles to himself, as he eats the rest of his dinner. Even the food is tasting better, something like victory. Fuck you, Touya.

He’s been worried that might not have worked, although the chances of it going sideways were slim. People in that house think Shouto is an idiot, but in reality he’s quite perceptive. He’s been paying attention to everyone’s habits through the years, and that had come quite handy in numerous situations. 

That’s how he knows Touya keeps a water bottle by his bed that’s always full. All Shouto had to do was spike it with his mom’s pills. He was tempted to do all of them, but he doesn’t know how strong these meds actually are, the bottle did say to be careful with the dosage (one capsule per night), so he did three, and hoped it would do the trick. He maybe would admit he got scared he might end up actually killing his brother by accident if he overdid it too much. He has a feeling that Katsuki might not appreciate it if he did, even though everyone’s lives would improve if Touya simply disappeared.

— x —

Katsuki knocks on his door that night much earlier than he usually does. Shouto can’t contain his excitement as he sprints to the door and ushers him inside, immediately looping his arms around his neck, drawing him in for a heated kiss, as he walks backwards towards his bed with him.

“I missed you,” Shouto whispers against his lips as they fall into his bed, adjusting underneath him. 

“I know, baby, me too.” Katsuki smiles at him, and it brightens his whole face. He pulls back just as Shouto’s hands reach the hem of his shirt, sneaking inside. Just the feel of his smooth, warm skin sends goosebumps down Shouto’s spine. 

“In a rush today, are we?’ He teases, huffing as Shouto tugs his shirt up. 

“Well, Touya will be sleeping for a while,” he huffs. “I just want to make the most of the time we have.” 

But as he brings a hand back up, fingers threaded into soft blond hair, trying to pull Katsuki down for another kiss, he backs away and looks at him with his brows furrowed. 

No no no no. Why does he look like that? Shouto doesn’t like it.

“What do you mean?” He inquiries, puzzled.

“Don’t worry about it.” Shouto attempts to shrug it off, shaking his head and smiling as sweetly as he can, as he tries to pull him in once more. Katsuki doesn’t budge though, he leans back even further away. His heart starts racing, as his mind starts screaming at him. You fucked it up. You fucked it up. You fucked up. You fucked it all up. 

“No, Shouto, seriously, what the fuck did you mean by that?” Katsuki presses.

Shouto drops his pretense and rolls his eyes, annoyed, dismissing his concerns as he says, “It was just a couple of mom’s pills. It’s nothing serious, I promise. He’ll live.”

Katsuki’s eyes widen, and oh God, Shouto loses track of his thoughts ‘cause that’s gotta be his favorite part of him. His eyes. His fucking ruby-red eyes. Glaring at him like that. But Shouto doesn’t like the way he’s staring at him right now. It’s not the look of adoration from previous nights. Neither it’s that look of pure lust, when his irises go dark and he can only see a sliver of red around the pupils, and there’s pure, unbridled hunger.

Right now, it looks like he’s very unhappy. Like he’s seeing something in Shouto that he hasn’t before, and it isn’t something good, or alluring. It’s like he’s seeing the monster inside him.

“You fucking roofied your brother?!” His voice pitches up incredulously, as he sits back on the edge of the bed, putting distance between them. It feels like a stab right through his chest. “What the fuck, Shouto?”

No. This is all wrong. Shouto hates this. Nothing’s going as planned. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. He wasn’t supposed to react like this. Why is he not pleased?

Shouto sits up on his knees, and scoots closer, carefully reaching for him and putting his hands on his shoulders, like he’s trying to approach a frightened animal. His heart is about to jump out of his throat, he’s feeling nauseous. He can’t leave. He can’t leave. He won’t let him leave.

Katsuki doesn’t refuse his touch though, doesn’t try to shrug him off. Good. That’s good. He can work with that. He just needs to appease him.

“Please, I just wanted us to have more time, and besides,” he whispers, leaning closer as he rubs his shoulders soothingly. “Can you look at me, please, Katsuki?”

Katsuki turns his head, and Shouto levels his gaze, focusing on Katsuki’s eyes. His own eyes pleading, begging for Katsuki to trust him.

“Besides, mom does it all the time. The worst that can happen is that maybe he’ll sleep in tomorrow, and dad will be mad at him for missing his second day at work.” 

Katsuki still hasn’t pushed him away, but he still doesn’t look happy. He’s not saying anything, and Shouto is worried this is going to make his heart go into overdrive from how much he’s worrying.

“It’s not like Touya isn’t used to harder shit anyway.” Shouto adds, trying his very best not to sound condescending, and not to snap. He brings his hands to Katsuki’s face and attempts to kiss him, but he inches his head away with a shake, and Shouto feels his stomach twist up in knots.

“He’s clean,” Katsuki says. “He doesn’t do that anymore.”

Shouto pulls his hands away from him and rubs his face, before covering his mouth to stifle a laugh. He swears he didn’t mean to laugh, but it just slipped out. A humorous, bitter snort, because oh my God, how could anyone believe anything that comes out of Touya’s mouth? Shouto doubts his brother even possesses the ability to tell the truth. Katsuki has got to be the purest soul he’s ever met if he believes him blindly.

“That what he told you?” 

Katsuki cocks an eyebrow and squints at him. Shouto has to temper his anger, even though it’s simmering underneath his skin, making his blood boil. He’d hoped that this would keep Touya out of the way, and now he’s here, having to talk about him instead of having Katsuki kiss the living shit out of him. They’re wasting precious time on Touya. It seems that his stupid brother will always find a way to hinder him, even indirectly. 

“What does that even mean?” Katsuki asks, and Shouto can’t hold back a sigh.

But then a thought occurs to him that perhaps this isn’t all that bad, if he can twist this around. People seem to always think he’s fucking obtuse, but he’s quite smart. He sees things. He knows things. People don’t suspect a thing.

“What do you think he does when he’s hanging out with Shigaraki?” He drops, and waits.

Katsuki shakes his head, but Shouto sees it in his eyes. That smallest shift in his expression as the seed of doubt is planted. He knows Katsuki trusts him, he wouldn’t come here night after night, and do the things he does, if he didn’t. He knows Shouto will keep his mouth shut about them, and that their secret will be safe. 

But Touya’s secrets are another thing. They mean nothing to Shouto. He doesn’t owe him anything, so he’s fucking glad to be the snake in his paradise.

“No, they only smoke together, he told me that.” 

And like a snake, he wraps himself around Katsuki, hugging him from behind as he smooths his hands over his muscular chest.

“Well, you should check the last drawer in his nightstand if you don’t believe me.” Shouto shrugs. “I just never bothered telling dad about it because he wouldn’t believe me anyway.” 

He slowly leans closer to him, pressing his chest against his back. Katsuki’s bothered by what he’s just said, and this is perfect. He’s vulnerable now. 

“Come on, Katsuki,” he whispers enticingly against his ear. “You can take it out on me if you’re mad.”

“You know I would never do that to you!” Katsuki bristles, but doesn’t push him away. Good.

Shouto moves carefully until he’s in front of him, climbing onto his lap. Katsuki is playing hard to get, but he still shifts his position to better accommodate him, placing his hand loosely over the sides of his thighs. He knows he’s being bolder than the other times they’ve been together, maybe because he’s still pissed off at everyone, or because he’s so fucking tired of waiting for the things he wants. He’s tired of being good. 

He reaches down with his hand and palms Katsuki’s bulge through the thin layer of his sleep pants, leaning over so his lips brush over his ear as he whispers, “Touya doesn’t deserve you.” 

He shivers as Katsuki brings a hand up and gets a hold of his hair, pulling at it to make Shouto look at him. His grip is hard, and mean, it hurts a bit, and he feels himself throb at the rough treatment. God, he likes it. He likes it a lot.

“And you do?” Katsuki looks at him defiantly. Shouto smiles, and nods as he can, agreeing with a hum.

“I would never lie to you.”

Katsuki lets go of his hair, and takes his hands back to his thighs, smoothing them all the way up to his waist, sneaking both of them under his shirt. Shouto parts his lips, as he rolls his hips slowly, sucking in a sharp breath.

“I would do anything for you,” he says in a hushed tone, smiling to himself as Katsuki’s hold tightens around his hips.

“Anything, huh?” He murmurs. “Is that so?”

Shouto nods, taking both hands to blond spikes and gripping at his hair as he closes the gap and kisses Katsuki. He’s relieved when he allows it to happen, and it’s rough, a tint of desperation, all tongues and teeth, and it’s fucking perfect.

He lets one of his hands slide back down, stroking him slowly through the thin fabric of his pants, smiling against his lips as Katsuki gasps.

“I think about you all the fucking time, so much it hurts,” Shouto tells him. “Did you know? All the time when I’m not with you. It drives me crazy.”

Katsuki’s breath quickens, as Shouto rolls his hips and gets them to rub and press against each other. He was prepared for tonight, specifically chosen to wear a loose oversized shirt with nothing but his boxers underneath, no shorts. The blond’s nails dig into the soft flesh of his thighs, and it has him biting his lower lip and sighing.

“Tell me about it,” Katsuki demands, then adds, “Pretty boy.”

“I can’t concentrate on anything anymore, as I keep daydreaming about what you could do to me.” He presses his hand over his bulge, feeling him harden, before he slides his hands up to his shoulders and grinds down on his lap, throwing his head back and moaning quietly at the feeling.

He ducks his head, darkened eyes darting to Katsuki’s lips, and back to his eyes. He licks Katsuki’s lips sensually, but doesn’t kiss him, as he keeps talking, “I dream about how I want you to take me, mostly.”

 He hovers over his lips, gliding them over to his ear, to lick the shell, and nip at his earlobe. He doesn’t know where any of this is coming from, all this confidence, he’s not quite himself today, but he’s rolling with it. He’s horny, and nothing else matters right now. Just this. Just Katsuki. He wants all of him tonight. Wants all that he wants to give.

“Sometimes you fuck me here, in my bed.” He keeps talking, keeps feeling Katsuki getting harder and harder, straining inside his pants. He’s the same, too, hot and bothered. “But sometimes my mind wanders, my imagination goes far, and I picture you taking me in every single room of this house. The kitchen,” he smiles, as he says next, “My father’s office, and especially,” his voice drops lower, “Touya’s room. Right in his bed, and I let you do whatever you want, you touch me everywhere, and I do whatever you ask of me.”

“Fuck,” Katsuki growls, and then snaps. He surges forward, grabbing his hair again and kissing him in a way that breaks him into a million pieces and puts him back together at the same time. Shouto loves it. He fucking loves it.

He whines as he’s thrown onto the bed, and Katsuki grabs his wrists, pulling his arms above his head before securing them in one hand, and pinning him down easily. So strong, so perfect. Katsuki eases his knee between his legs, and Shouto squirms, parting them easily for him, trying to rub himself against his thigh.

He’s still mindful of the volume of his sounds, because there’s still other people in the house, and Touya isn’t his only concern. The last thing he would want is getting caught, but it’s liberating to be able to make some noise at least to show Katsuki how good he makes him feel.

Katsuki releases his hands in order to tug at his shirt, and they both pull at each other’s clothes, getting rid of each item in a hurry until they’re both stripped down to their underwear. Exploring hands roam over Shouto’s body, making him shiver, as Katsuki grabs his thighs and coaxes him to spread his legs even more to fit him between them.

Shouto whines as Katsuki pinches one of his nipples and twists it punishingly. He swallows Shouto’s noise into another hungry kiss, as he rubs his still clothed cock against his own, pulling a tiny gasp from his throat as he does it.

“Please,” Shouto pants, voice almost teary from arousal. “I wanna suck your dick,” he blurts out, eyes wide, and heat rushing to his face, as he realizes what just came out of his mouth.

Katsuki groans, tightening the grip in his hair as he pulls Shouto back up, once again claiming his mouth in another hungry kiss. 

 “You’re too good,” Katsuki murmurs against his lips, and they make out for another few minutes, with Katsuki’s hand traveling down. He does quick work of getting rid of the last remaining items of clothing they have on, and takes both their cocks into his hand, sending a shiver through Shouto’s entire body, as he squirms and whines against Katsuki’s mouth, bucking his hips up.

“You wanna suck me off?” Katsuki nips at his bottom lip. 

“P-please,” Shouto nods, trying to focus on his question, but the hand on his dick feels so good, he’s throbbing, and leaking.

“Alright, come here, then, baby.”

Still, it surprises him that Katsuki easily shifts on the bed, rolling off of him to lie on his back. He was maybe expecting him to be reluctant as he’s been in the previous nights, but it makes sense. There’s nothing to hold them back tonight, Touya isn’t going to wake up looking for him, so he doesn’t have to hurry. It’s clear how Katsuki isn’t holding back as much as he usually does.

 Shouto sucks in a deep breath before crawling on top of him and straddling his hips, trying to stall for a bit more. Because that was a very bold move, and he only knows what he should do next in theory, but Katsuki apparently thinks he has it all under control, when he very much doesn’t. He’s nervous as fuck, his hands are shaking.

He leans in and kisses Katsuki, settling on his lap before rolling his hips, in a way that he can feel Katsuki’s painfully hard cock rub against his ass crack. He sighs as Katsuki’s hands grab the sides of his thighs, guiding him on his grinding, emulating the real thing. His asshole twitches, like his body is begging for things he doesn’t even understand fully yet. Still, he rides him, imagining how it would feel to do this with his dick inside of him.

Shouto starts to slide down while leaving tiny little pecks over Katsuki’s skin once he feels more confident. He presses his lips to his chest, and swipes his tongue around one of his nipples, earning a gasp from the blond. He smiles to himself at this small achievement, moving to the other one to do the same, nipping lightly. 

Katsuki’s chest heaves, his breathing getting more labored by each second. It gives Shouto a little boost of confidence, he thinks he’s doing well, for the time being, and it helps settle his nerves, even if it’s just a little bit. 

He slides lower still, lips grazing Katsuki’s sensitive skin until he reaches his hipbones. Shouto leaves kittenish bites there and moves down a little further, taking in a few deep breaths before lifting a trembling hand. He wraps his fingers around Katsuki’s cock, squeezing the base and paying close attention to the way his body shudders at the contact. Shouto licks his lips and looks up between long lashes to seek his approval.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” Katsuki mumbles. His eyes are hooded and dark, pupils blown, taking up most of the red. The blond brings his hand to the left side of his face, his thumb rubs against his lower lip, pressing down with not too much force. Shouto melts a little under the contact, and on a whim, he parts his lips and swipes his tongue over the digit, biting down on the tip as he keeps looking up, eyes locked with Katsuki’s. 

Katsuki smiles down at him, wolfish, as he moves his hand to push his head lower, where he wants him the most right now. His erection stands tall and proud in front of Shouto’s face, throbbing between the slight pressure of his fingers. And even though he’s seen and touched his dick before, it’s still very intimidating when it’s sitting right in front of his face, and he’s supposed to take all of it into his mouth.

Shouto really wanted to take him all the way to the base and swallow him whole, but his inexperience ends up getting in the way as he dives in too sudden, far too eagerly. He gags around the thick cock as soon as the tip brushes his throat, forcing him to pull off of him, as he coughs desperately, gasping for air as prickling tears gather at the corners of his eyes.

So much for seducing him. 

He feels shame wash over him immediately. He wanted to offer Katsuki a good time, but of course it had to be ruined because nothing ever goes according to his plans. He’s so fucking pathetic.

“I’m sorry,” Shouto mumbles, embarrassed. “I- I don’t—”

Katsuki sits up, and holds his chin to force Shouto to look at him. He doesn’t look mad or put off by his clumsiness, if anything he’s smirking like he’s amused.

“Hey, it’s fine.” His voice, albeit rough, has a soft edge to it. The look on his face is eager and so encouraging. “You’ve never done this before, right?”

Shouto shakes his head, feeling his cheeks burning. Katsuki’s eyes glint at that. 

“Do you want me to guide you?” He asks, and Shouto nods. Katsuki tightens his hold on his chin. “Use your words, angel.”

“Yes,” Shouto breathes. “Please.”

“Good boy.” Katsuki moves his hand, and pats his cheek. “Alright, wrap both your hands around my cock and stroke it.” 

Shouto does as he’s told, and Katsuki sighs, bucking his hips slowly to meet his movements.

“Shit, that’s it…” Katsuki doesn’t tell him to stop, so he doesn’t. He closes his eyes and tips his head back, and as he opens them again, he locks his gaze with Shouto. “Now breathe through your nose, and don’t try to swallow it all at once,” he instructs, taking his hand to his hair and combing it back with his fingers, as he guides Shouto toward his dick once again. 

Shouto feels a rush of determination run through him. He’s gonna get it right this time. He dives back into it, pumping Katsuki’s cock a few more times before enveloping him with his hot mouth once again. 

“Mind your teeth,” Katsuki warns quietly, and Shouto promptly adjusts. “That’s it.”

He doesn’t try to take him all the way this time, squeezing with his hand what he can’t fit into his mouth, concentrating on sucking at the tip first, like a lolly. The slightly bitter taste of precum spreads over his tongue, and it’s a bit weird, but he doesn’t mind, not with the way Katsuki sighs and cards his fingers through his hair.

He gets the hang of it in just a few tries, more relaxed now that he knows Katsuki won’t get mad at him. He gets more confident as Katsuki’s noises increase, and even attempts to swallow more of him, controlling his gag reflex the best he can. 

He still chokes on it despite his best efforts, but it gets easier to ignore the prickle of tears and the general discomfort. It really helps that Katsuki’s entire body is so honest with him, he looks and sounds so into it, bucking his hips up in shallow thrusts inside his mouth, as he tries to keep up.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Katsuki mumbles, throbbing, and the praise also helps. Precum leaks from the tip into his tongue, and Shouto pulls off of him with a wet pop to give his jaw a rest, but he keeps lavishing his cock with his tongue until he’s ready to take him back inside some more. “C’mere a bit.”

Shouto pulls away from his dick, and looks up at him, as Katsuki shifts and puts his hand on his face, pulling him close, until he’s straddling him again. He kisses him, slow and deep, swallowing his sighs. They keep kissing for a while until he’s all mellowed, and then Katsuki eases Shouto into a different position, on all fours by his side, as he guides him back to his cock. 

Shouto shows no resistance as he grabs his dick, happy to give whatever Katsuki wants from him, even though his cheeks are flushed with embarrassment at the vulnerable position, even more so when he feels Katsuki’s hands kneading his ass. He freezes for a second, though, as he lowers himself to take him back into his mouth, and one of Katsuki’s fingers just teases his hole. He doesn’t do anything more than that, but Shouto feels a little uneasy. 

Which is dumb, he’s been longing for it this whole time. He wants Katsuki to fuck him. If Katsuki wants to do it, he should be glad, not scared. His brain is just being stupid, probably because that’s new, and slightly terrifying, but this is Katsuki, so it’s fine.

“Come on, angel, wanna make me feel good?” Shouto melts when Katsuki’s hand is back on his hair, and all of these stupid, unnecessary worries are wiped out. He wastes no time diving in and swallowing him again. 

This time, however, Katsuki applies some pressure on his head and forces him deeper down. He feels his eyes watering immediately, and his toes curl. There’s an urge to back away as he feels the tip of his cock on his throat, but as Katsuki says,  “Just hold it in for a second, I know you can do it,” he tries to concentrate, and force his throat to open up for him. “That’s it, baby, that’s it.” 

He follows his previous advice and tries to breathe through his nose, doing his best not to panic when it feels like he might suffocate. He’s drooling all over Katsuki’s dick, whining as his eyes burn, same as his throat, but he stays still until a moment later, Katsuki releases the pressure. Shouto pulls back, panting heavily, a string of saliva connecting him to his cock as he looks back at Katsuki.

“You’re so good for me,” Katsuki praises him, and Shouto feels high on it. “You love that, don’t you?”

Shouto replies by going back down and enveloping his cock with his mouth once more, a little desperate. Katsuki moans, combing his hair out of his face with gentle fingers, as he relaxes his throat and attempts to take him fully again. He holds him inside, tip to the back of his throat and tears uncontrollably pooling at the corners of his eyes.

As Katsuki moves his hips, he thinks he won’t be able to keep up, but he’s being held down and he has no other choice than to bear it. His nails dig into the blond’s thighs, deep enough to bruise, but he doesn’t seem to mind. When he lets go, Shouto emerges almost immediately, gasping for air, and Katsuki pulls him back up to kiss him like he’s proud.

He kisses down his face, and neck, swiping his tongue and almost sucking a bruise on his sensitive skin, getting him to sigh heavily. Blindly, Shouto grabs Katsuki’s cock, feeling his own throbbing painfully, but he won’t touch it, and he won’t ask Katsuki to do it. He’ll be at his mercy, he’ll touch himself only if he’s allowed, he’ll stay aching and wanting if not. That’s how he can prove what he’s been saying is true, he would do anything for him, he would let him do anything to him.

“Do you trust me, right, angel?” Katsuki says softly against his ear, biting down his earlobe.

“Mmhm,” Shouto hums, eyes closed. 

“I wanna give you a reward,” Katsuki moves his hand to his face and makes Shouto look at him. “Would you like that?”

Shouto nods enthusiastically, because of course. He shouldn’t even have to ask. Shouto would be happy with just about anything Katsuki wants to give him.

“Alright, straddle me facing the other way, and bring that pretty ass of yours to sit on my face, I wanna show you something very special.”

But that—it makes Shouto freeze as he processes his words, and he ends up wide eyes and sputtering.

“W-what?” He blinks, and a part of him is excited, of course, he’s horny and he wants whatever Katsuki wants to do with him, but it still stuns him. He panics a bit when Katsuki studies his face, because he doesn’t want to screw this up, but maybe his glaring inexperience will do just that. 

“You’re so cute.” Katsuki chuckles a moment later, it’s a pretty, lighthearted sound, as he sits up straight and puts both hands on Shouto’s face, kissing his forehead, before he kisses his lips. It starts out sweet, but it soon gets deeper, and rougher again. It scrambles his brain, and he can’t think of anything else. 

“C’mon,” Katsuki pulls on his lower lip, lightly. “I’ll guide you through it, baby, just like before.”

Shouto nods, still shaking a bit, but he trusts Katsuki, and if he wants to do something, then Shouto wants it too. The blond lies on his back and Shouto straddles him the way he was instructed, and slides back, feeling his cheeks burn violently at the exposure, as Katsuki grabs two handfuls of his ass and pulls him further back, until he’s basically sitting on his face. That’s so embarrassing, and even more embarrassing is the realization that it’s mostly the shame that makes his cock jump.

The sound that leaves him at the first swipe of Katsuki’s tongue against his hole is humiliating. His hands fly to his mouth to cover it, but it’s too late now that he’s already done it. 

“Too much?” Katsuki asks and Shouto throws him a glance over the shoulder, face all red. “Relax, Shouto, I want you to feel good too.”

Shouto nods, turning back to face the wall, then he looks down at Katsuki’s cock hanging proudly between his legs, and well, he’s not completely naive. He’s watched porn before, he replicated the positions in his mind with Katsuki countless times and dreamed of this moment, but he never thought he would get the chance to actually put it into practice with him.

He takes a calming breath, and bends down, the motion makes him slide further back, and Katsuki makes an appreciative noise that turns into a groan when Shouto licks his dick. Katsuki licks his hole again in retaliation, he circled his rim with his tongue, making Shouto whine. His entire body shudders when Katsuki doesn’t stop there, and starts to suck and press his warm, skilled tongue right into his twitching hole. 

He grabs a hold of Katsuki’s dick in an attempt to ground himself, as he grinds back on his face. He takes another breath and dips down for good, swallowing Katsuki’s dick as far as he can, muffling his moans. It’s not perfect yet, he can’t go as deep, but he thinks it’s getting better.

“Fuck, you learn fast.” Katsuki groans, biting onto one side of his ass cheeks, slapping it lightly. Shouto squeezes his eyes shut and bobs his head, slobbering all over Katsuki’s dick. It’s messy, and sloppy, and it gets his own dick throbbing. 

He feels Katsuki’s cock grow harder into his mouth, if that’s even possible, and doubles down on his efforts. He’s rewarded, of course, and each thrust of Katsuki’s tongue inside his hole has him keening around his dick. Shouto thinks he could cum from this, definitely doesn’t feel too far off, cock leaking into Katsuki’s chest, as he tries to rub himself against him, grinding back into his face.

Katsuki seems to notice all his squirming, and takes the hint, reaching with one of his hands and wrapping his cock to pump him as he eats him out. Shouto has to rip himself off his cock to moan, and it’s quite loud, maybe too loud, because Katsuki slaps the side of his ass punishingly with a hushed “shhh, not so loud.”

“It feels so good,” Shouto murmurs, pushing his hips back at a very good swipe of his tongue that makes his thighs quiver. He feels lightheaded, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Mm, fuck…”

Katsuki doesn’t respond, but Shouto can feel him getting really into it. He takes a shaky breath and goes back to his dick, sucking him from the head to the root, attempting to go deeper a few times. Katsuki bucks his hips up, and Shouto chokes on it as he does, but the embarrassment has been long replaced with arousal. He chases that feeling again, chokes himself on it, as his dick jumps.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Katsuki pulls away from his ass at some point, Shouto doesn’t know how much time has passed. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

These words go straight to his ego, and he grabs his base, stroking him a few times, before diving back, deep, deep, deep, as he feels Katsuki’s body tremble underneath him, before he feels it, salty, and a little bitter, thick on his tongue. He swallows with pride, can’t shake the sick little thought that now he has something of Katsuki inside his own body now.

He doesn’t even have time to recover, or gather his thoughts, mind so dizzy, as Katsuki throws him on his back, and climbs on top of him, grabbing his cock as he hovers over him, bending down to kiss him, and likely taste himself on Shouto’s tongue. 

Shouto whines and squirms, he hasn’t come yet, but his cock is so sensitive, his body is so sensitive. He grabs Katsuki’s hair to ground himself, and pulls him in, kissing him desperately in between little gasps, and moans. 

“Let go, angel, let go for me,” Katsuki whispers, pumping his cock, sliding his thumb over the slit. “C’mon, cum for me.” He twists his wrist just right, squeezes perfectly, and that’s Shouto’s undoing. He spills over Katsuki’s fingers with a sequence of little sweet moans, sighing, panting. He doesn’t even know what his body is even doing. It’s shuddering, and spasming. He doesn’t think he had ever had a harder orgasm than this one. 

Katsuki brings his hand up, and locks eyes with Shouto, as he licks his spent from each of his fingers, before he grabs Shouto’s hair and kisses him, making Shouto get a taste of himself. He feels filthy, but also hot, so hot.

Finally, Katsuki drops his entire weight onto Shouto, covering him like a warm blanket. He loves to feel his body on top of him, he wraps his arms around the blond, lightly scratching his back, and snuggling underneath him, as he tries to even out his breathing.

“Damn, perhaps we should put your brother to sleep more often,” Katsuki whispers against Shouto’s ear, before covering his neck with little kisses as he laughs.

“When will you fuck me?” Shouto asks quietly, and feels a smirk against his skin.

“I wanna be able to take my time with you,” Katsuki says, warm hand rubbing circles on his hip. “When I take you apart for good, I wanna hear every little pretty sound you make, no holding back.”

Shouto gasps when Katsuki brings a hand to his ass, and a finger brushes against his hole. Even spent, his cock twitches, and his hole clenches, as he squirms. 

“Fuck…” he mutters, as Katuski’s hand slides to his cock and wraps around it lazily. It’s almost too much after everything.

“There are plenty of other fun things we can do in the meantime,” Katsuki says. “Do you trust he’s really not going to wake up anytime soon?”

Shouto struggles to talk with Katsuki lazily jerking him off. “Y-yes. I’ve seen mom, ngh, sleep for 24 hours straight…” 

Well, it’s true that she had a whole assortment of other pills in that cabinet, and that was probably the result of a little concoction of a few different drugs, but he’s pretty sure if the bottle said “one pill”, and he gave Touya thrice the dose, the effect has to last at the very least throughout the night.

“Good,” Katsuki whispers, and Shouto yelps as he manhandles him into a new position, getting him on top of him easily. 

“Grind on me like you know how to do,” he instructs. “Think you can give me one more?”

Shouto’s mind is already hazy, from his previous orgasm, and from his renewed interest. He braces his hands on his shoulders, easing himself into a position he’s very familiar with, as Katsuki helps him align their cocks, making Shouto hiss from the contact. He’s so sensitive right now, that he can’t help moaning right away as he starts moving his hips to hump him. 

“That’s a good boy,” Katsuki praises, fingertips digging into his hips.

He could spend forever just like this, doing everything just to please him, if he could have those eyes on him like that all the time. There’s nothing else he wants from life other than this.

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“I’m not going to fuck you now.” Katsuki whispers into the quiet of the room, like he’s explaining something else entirely when Shouto asks him for the umpteenth time to just fuck him. He’s just jerked him off and made him cum in the dead of night as Touya sleeps, the usual, but Shouto wants more, he’s always, always greedy. Always wants more, and more, and more.

“I told you before, when we do it, I wanna take my time tearing you apart until you know nothing more than pleasure,” Katsuki continues, threading his fingers into his hair, his breath ghosting over his neck. Shouto instinctively bares it to him, and Katsuki’s quick to latch his lips onto it, hard, but not hard enough. Shouto wants it all, the nitty and gritty, everything. He squeezes his thighs together and whines.

“Patience, baby.” Katsuki soothes him, as he touches him everywhere, as if he owns his body. He does, he does. Shouto belongs to him. He wants him to take everything.

His own hand finds its way to Katsuki’s dick, it’s only half-mast after his orgasm, but a few pumps are enough to renew his interest. The change in the atmosphere is immediate, Katsuki turns his head, chasing Shouto’s mouth to kiss him, always with tongue, and teeth, and spit, and all the intention to devour him. Shouto loses himself in it, lets the other take full control. 

“I want more.” Shouto breaks the kiss as he demands, a little petulant because he’s tired of waiting. He’s granted half of his wish. Katsuki still doesn’t get ready to fuck him, but he grabs his dick, and they rub each other off in tandem. It feels good, but that’s not what he wants.

“Will you give me just a little bit more?” He pleads in this whiny voice that sounds a little pathetic, bucking his hips for more friction. 

“You think you can handle it?” Katsuki asks, letting out a little amused huff. He doesn’t believe him, and Shouto’s mind is already too clouded to reconsider it. Katsuki’s a little more inclined to give Shouto more of what he wants when he’s too turned on, so he puts on this little show for him. Sweet voice, big innocent eyes blinking at him as he tightens his fist and makes it nice and tight for Katsuki’s dick. 

“If this feels good, imagine what it feels like inside of me. Don’t you wanna try?” he whispers, ignoring how hot his face burns as soon as the words leave his mouth.

Katsuki gasps, fucking into his hand. He never lets go of Shouto’s cock though, and it has him rolling his eyes, sensitive from before, ready to give him another one as he still has half a mind to pump him in time with the movements of his hips. This isn’t even anything big, but it still feels delirious just because it’s Katsuki doing it. 

“Please, you could put just the tip in, or maybe just your fingers.” He tries to reason, moaning as Katsuki bites into his neck a little harder. 

“Fuck…” He groans as quiet as he can, and Shouto rolls his hips into his hand. 

“It would feel so good, I think about it all the time.” 

Katsuki lifts his head and regards him with those beautiful carmine eyes, as they go dark and predatory like he’s about to swallow him whole. He licks his lips, and smirks, as he lets go of his cock, and brings his hand up, licking two of his fingers before he slides his hand back down. 

Shouto’s eyelids fall heavy, but his stupid body betrays him as soon as Katsuki brushes the tip of his middle finger against his hole, his eyes never leaving him, minding his reactions. His hole clenches on reflex, and the blond raises an eyebrow, as he prods a bit, but Shouto can’t force himself to relax. It feels like it’s going to hurt a lot, and he’s already feeling tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from fear, frustration, and anger.

Katsuki pulls his hand back and plants a kiss right on top of a single tear that slides down his face. This is pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. 

“I told you, you’re not ready yet, angel.” He huffs, as he wraps that same hand back around Shouto’s cock, and it adds pleasure to the list of confusing, overwhelming emotions that are bringing him to tears.

“It’s okay, you’re just overwhelmed.” He feels Katsuki’s lips move on his temple, as he sobs quietly. “Just let go for me.”

Katsuki cradles him with his other arm, and readjusts them, pulling him onto his lap. Shouto pliantly lets him do whatever he wants, wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his face onto the crook of his neck as Katsuki rocks him soothingly as he goes back to jerk him off. He doesn’t bother that Shouto is now fully clinging to him and not paying attention to his dick anymore. At least his little sobs have calmed down, and Shouto gently rolls his hips, letting the delicious feeling of Katsuki’s big, warm hand wash over him.

“That’s it, baby,” Katsuki coos at him. “It’s all good, just let go.”

Shouto does.

He cums over Katsuki’s hand, the second time that night. He refuses to let go of him, still hiding his face as he rides the aftershocks of his orgasm, still embarrassed. He can’t believe he bugged him so much and couldn’t even take it, that’s so humiliating.

Katsuki seems to notice his distress, as he brings up his hand after wiping it on the sheets, pulling back slightly and cradling his face to make him look him in the eyes, but Shouto stubbornly averts them, looking to the side with a pout on his lips.

“Hey,” he says, insisting for him to face him. “Just look at me.”

Shouto is still reluctant, but then Katsuki’s voice goes softer.

“Angel, please, look at me?”

He lets his gaze meet Katsuki’s.

“You must think I’m just a pathetic child,” he mutters, failing to push down his insecurities. God, it’s such a fucking mess right now inside his head, and he can’t pull himself out of it. This is bad, this is so bad.

Katsuki shakes his head, pulling his face closer so their foreheads are touching. The gesture helps him calm down, but only slightly. 

“I would never think that,” he whispers. Shouto’s still pouting, and Katsuki closes the remaining space between them to kiss him slowly, but it’s still his brand of self-assured. Once again, Shouto lets himself get lost in it.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, ‘kay?” Katsuki says as they part. Shouto nods, letting himself get kissed once more, and they stay like that for a while longer before Katsuki has to go back to Touya’s room.

He spirals once again as he leaves, still feeling pathetic for his dumb inexperience, and he cries himself to sleep into his pillow as his mind poisons him, the dumb fucking voices telling him that it’s obvious that Katsuki is going to leave him soon because he can’t do anything right, so there’s no reason for him to keep him.

— x —

Shouto startles at the sound of a car honking right next to him on his way home from school. He grips the strap of his bag tighter, ready to start walking faster, as the car is neither his father’s car nor his mom’s, but when he glances to the side and sees the window rolling down, his mood immediately brightens as he sees Katsuki’s face. The blond grins like he’s genuinely happy to see him, slowing the car down, as Shouto slows down his own pace.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Katsuki says. “Need a ride?”

He looks around, almost like he’s worried someone might see them, before he looks back at Katsuki, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he nods. Katsuki stops the car and rolls the window back up as he waits for him to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as he closes the door and drops his bag on the floor, turning to him to ask what he’s doing there, the blond is already on him, pinching his chin to pull him in for a kiss that steals his breath away.

“What- uh, what are you doing here?” Shouto asks, still a little lightheaded, as they part.

“Wanted to see you.” He replies simply, and it comes as such a shock to him that he would actually go out of his way to see him that Shouto’s reaction is clinging to him to kiss him again, hard. Katsuki’s response is very receptive, he lets out an appreciative hum as he kisses him back.

“Fuck, wait, hold on a second, we probably shouldn’t be doing that here.” Katsuki groans, cutting off the kiss before things start to get heated. “How much trouble would you get into if I stole you for the afternoon?”

Very much, probably. His father would be furious, especially if he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t allowed to go anywhere after school, unless he asked for permission beforehand and even so, he was only allowed to do anything if he had a very good reason. 

But there might be a loophole and a way around it. His mind works fast to come up with a plausible excuse to spend an entire afternoon out, although if he’s being honest, it really doesn’t matter if he’s allowed or not, he would never throw away a chance to be with Katsuki, it’s all that matters for him.

Even his father’s punishments, the worst he can think of, would be worth it if he could spend half a day with Katsuki, away from the confines of his room in the dead of night, with the risk of Touya finding out and ruining everything. Here, right now, it’s just them. He’s not wasting this chance.

“I could tell my mom I have a group project I forgot to tell them about, and that I’ll have to spend this afternoon at a classmate’s house.” 

This is not a foolproof plan, of course and he’s well aware of it. His father will still be furious he “forgot” to tell them something so “important”, and his mother will probably ask for names, so he’ll end up getting caught in his lie. He doesn’t have any friends at school that could back him up either. 

He briefly considers asking that one girl, but he never really spoke to her again after that time he went to her house to study and she made him touch her, even though they remained in the same class this year as well, but he’s pretty sure she actually hates him right now, so that wouldn’t work either.

Well, but that’s a problem for future Shouto though, because he’s going with Katsuki either way. There’s no debating it, his mind’s already made up.

“Yeah, that should be fine.” He says, determinedly. “I’ll text my mom.”

“You sure?” Katsuki asks, with a hint of concern in his voice. 

Shouto nods, smiling to reassure him. “Yeah, I’m sure, it’ll be fine.” 

Katsuki smiles at him, and kisses him one more time before he pulls away and straightens his back, grabbing onto the steering wheel and starting the car again as Shouto pulls out his phone and texts his mom with shaky fingers, turning off his phone right next. He’ll deal with any consequences later, now he just wants to cherish this moment.

Being close to Katsuki in his car makes him feel all warm, his uniform is clinging to his skin uncomfortably, and he wants out of it immediately, but for now he just loosens his tie a bit as he looks out the window, feeling agitated for a multitude of reasons. He doesn’t even bother to ask where they’re going, but to be honest, it really doesn’t matter. He would go anywhere with Katsuki. Really, just anywhere.

“Wanna pick some music?” Katsuki cuts through his racing thoughts, making Shouto turn to look at him.

“Can I? Seriously?” His eyes are wide, maybe he got a little too excited as well.

“You sound surprised.”

He is surprised. He can’t remember a time he was ever able to pick music in his family’s car, trips with his father were always either silent or he let Touya pick whatever he liked when he nagged him enough. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, a little ashamed.

“It’s fine, kid, chill.” Katsuki huffs, fiddling for his phone without taking his eyes off the road, dropping the device onto his lap unlocked. “You don’t have shitty taste in music, as I recall, so I’m letting you pick. Make it good.”

Shouto taps on the app nervously, thinking hard about what he could choose that would please Katsuki better. He’s still extremely unsure as he taps play on something that he enjoys quite a bit, but was always heavily criticized by his siblings, so he never had many opportunities to listen to it. He glances at Katsuki as the melody replaces the silence from before, and sees him tap the steering wheel as he hums.

“Hell yeah, that’s a good one,” he comments, filling Shouto with relief.

“You know it?” Shouto says with a big, genuine smile, feeling a little more confident. 

“Yeah, it’s on my playlist.”

For some stupid reason, knowing that he shares this kind of stuff with Katsuki makes him giddy. 

“Uhm, where are we going?” Shouto asks when Katsuki stops at a red light, he smirks, taking the time to lean in and give him a quick kiss that distracts him from anything else. 

“You’ll see.”

Shouto doesn’t question any further, settling comfortably in his seat. The two of them fall into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the music and the sense of company. He seizes the opportunity to discreetly catch little peeks of Katsuki’s handsome face as he drives, feeling all fuzzy. There’s this little buzz inside of him, a cross between excitement and curiosity, maybe something else he can’t quite place as well.

He perks up when Katsuki pulls up and gestures for him to get off the car, which he promptly obeys after collecting his bag from the floor. Katsuki climbs off next and Shouto joins him, looking up at the façade of an establishment in front of them. 

“A nightclub?” Shouto mutters, confused.

Katsuki chuckles, twirling his keys in one of his fingers.

“That’s where I live,” he explains. “Well, upstairs. I work at the club most nights. It’s a good deal, rent’s cheaper than most places.”

Shouto has to contain the surge of emotions that erupt inside him at that. Katsuki brought him to his house. Not in a million years, he would’ve dreamed it could be possible. His mind starts racing with many thoughts at once, wondering what does it mean, what does Katsuki want, what does he want to happen. He knows he’s had many, many fantasies about it, but often those fantasies had been shattered, or they clashed with reality and frustrated him because he can never live up to them. Not Katsuki though, he’s always infinite times better than any of his delusions. Shouto is the problem, his lack of experience and awkwardness.

He trails behind Katsuki through a small passage that reveals an entrance at the back of the club and they go up a few flights of stairs. The blond opens a door and steps aside to let him go in first, following close behind him. 

He doesn’t have much time to take in the apartment, as he turns to Katsuki when he hears the door close. The blond steps closer, a hand already set to touch his cheek, Shouto just lets himself melt into the kiss that follows, as he’s backed into the nearest wall. Katsuki only pulls back to help him take off his bag and drop it on the floor, before he resumes their kiss hungrily. 

Shouto sighs into it, bringing his hands up, splaying them across Katsuki’s firm chest, he runs them up his shoulders, getting on his tiptoes to angle the kiss better. He shivers as Katsuki’s hands wrap around his waist, pressing him against the wall. 

Katsuki always dominates all of his thoughts when he kisses or touches him. Shouto is unable to think of anything else that isn’t the way his tongue fills his mouth and curls around his own, in that lewd way that makes his face burn and his body tingle.

When Katsuki eases his thigh between Shouto’s legs, and rubs his clothed cock as he pushes it up against his crotch, Shouto gasps, instinctively grinding down to seek for more friction.

“Shit…” Katsuki sort of laughs breathlessly as his lips glide to his neck, teeth scrape his skin before he slides up, pressing them to his ear. “I swear I didn’t bring you here just for this, I meant to spend time with you away from that house, I was going to ask if you were hungry first, but I can’t help myself around you.”

He’s still holding onto the position, and Shouto leans with his head against the wall to look at him. 

“This is exactly how I want to spend my time with you.” He bites his lip as he says it, and grinds down once more, just to get Katsuki to rub his thigh against his crotch again. “You can touch me all you want while we are here, let’s not waste this chance.”

He brings their lips close, as he whispers. “I don’t want anything else right now, just you.”

Because it’s true, he doesn’t need food, he doesn’t need chatting, he only needs him. All he wants is him.

His words seem to make Katsuki a little feral, he groans, his eyes go incredibly dark as he dives in for another hungry kiss that Shouto really, really likes. His hands scurry down and find their way to the back of his thighs, lifting Shouto up and off the floor with incredible ease. Shouto yelps, as he quickly wraps his legs around his waist and winds his arms around his neck for leverage, kissing back as Katsuki stumbles through the small apartment while carrying him. 

His brain is too scrambled to even consider where he’s being taken to, but as Katsuki turns and sits down, with Shouto perfectly settled onto his lap, he figures they are in Katsuki’s bedroom and his mind reels. 

He’s in Katsuki’s room, in his bed, it registers, everything here smells like Katsuki. It makes him a little crazy. He tugs on the blond and pulls him in for another deep kiss, sighing into his mouth as he squirms on his lap.

He just can’t believe he’s here. This feels more surreal than any other thing they’ve done already. 

Katsuki tightens the grip around his hips and pulls away, gently pushing him off his lap until Shouto is standing between his legs. 

“Undress for me, will you?” He says, his eyes darting from his face to his body, making his face burn under his gaze.

He takes a step back, and shakily shrugs off his uniform blazer, glad to be getting rid of it, as he feels instantly lighter. He trains his eyes on Katsuki and stops, as the blond shakes his head.

“Not like this,” he says. “Do it slowly. You want me to enjoy it, don’t you?”

Shouto swallows around a nervous lump in his throat, as he nods, uncertainty taking over him as he understands what Katsuki wants from him. He wonders how he can make himself tempting, with him being so… himself. He has to try though, because Katsuki is looking at him with those hungry eyes, his full attention aimed at him, and that makes everything else in the world not matter, just him and what he wants. 

The next item is his tie, he undoes it as slow as he can, slipping it off his neck and dropping it at Katsuki’s feet. The weight of Katsuki’s attention on him feels heady, his heart thumps loudly in his chest as he untucks his shirt from his pants. His breath hitches as Katsuki smirks when he starts to undo each button, at least that he knows he can do graciously, even though his hands feel like molten lead. 

This is probably both the most arousing and embarrassing thing he’s ever done. He tries to breathe through the slight discomfort and turns around when all the buttons are open, letting the shirt slide from his arms, throwing a shy glance over his shoulder to see Katsuki with his hand on his crotch, palming himself over his pants. It sparks some confidence in Shouto, a self-satisfied little smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he turns back to him. Wiping his mind from the remaining doubt that he just looks ridiculous doing this, he lets himself fall into a mindset that sometimes he finds himself in when he’s with Katsuki. It’s peaceful at once inside his head, the only thing in focus is the bright beacon of Katsuki’s eyes, and face, and all of him. 

His hands aren’t shaking as much anymore as he slides them down his body, eyes locked with Katsuki’s ruby red ones, although the red is now taken over by the black of his full-blown pupils. The blond breathes shallowly, licking his lips as he lets out a little huff. 

“You’re a fucking dream.” 

His words have power over Shouto, it’s like strings on a puppet, the praise tugs him in all the right directions. He feels a surge of confidence as he takes a few steps closer, getting close enough for Katsuki to touch him if he wants to, fingers dancing over the buckle of his belt.

The item falls to the floor with a thump as he lets it join the rest, but there are no noises that could break that spell, the two of them are encased in a dome of just Shouto and Katsuki. There’s no outside world, no life other than this. Shouto would love to live like this every single day of his life, devoted to this man in front of him.

The thought sends a pleasant chill down his back, he bites his lips and his hands get to moving, unfastening the button of his school pants, sliding the zipper down slow, slow, slow. Katsuki tracks every movement, palming himself over his clothes. Shouto would rather he took his clothes off as well, but this has some appeal as well. He thinks he kind of likes being in this position, but this isn’t really the time to contemplate about his feelings, he doesn’t want to shake off what he’s feeling right now, this state of mind, it feels good and right.

The pants slide down not so graciously, but Shouto doesn’t focus on it. Shoes were kicked off at the entrance, so he tries to move smoothly out of the pants that have pooled around his feet. He feels bare, exposed, maybe a little self-conscious, but Katsuki’s hungry stare feeds him in all the right ways, enough to make him forget what shame even is. 

All that’s remaining are his plain black boxers. Shouto licks his lips and redirects his gaze, looking at Katsuki deep in his eyes. Somehow, being naked in front of him makes him feel hotter than he’s been when he was fully dressed, his body is burning from inside out. 

Without dropping his gaze, he takes his hands down, and hooks his fingers around the waistband of his underwear and lowers them enough for them to slip to his feet on their own. He barely registers that his cock is fully hard, honestly had forgotten about it for a hot minute while he was so focused on Katsuki’s reactions, trying to pick apart whether he was liking it or not. 

Katsuki pulls his hand away from his dick and puts it out for him.

“Come closer,” he commands, and Shouto promptly obeys, grabbing his hand as he steps closer, standing between Katsuki’s legs. The blond brings his hand up, and tucks a strand of Shouto’s hair behind his ear.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he says, cupping the side of his face, thumb pressing down his bottom lip as he guides him down, but stops, shy away from kissing him.

A little plea slips from his mouth before he can’t catch himself. “Please.”

Katsuki smiles. Shouto is sure this smile is going to be his undoing one of these days. 

“Come on, sweet thing, ask for what you want.”

And these words make something inside of him unravel. 

He’s never been allowed to ask for anything he wanted in his life, things have always been decided for him. 

Katsuki is feeding that greedy monster inside of him and this is dangerous. Shouto fears it sometimes, when it feels like it’s going to get out of control one of these days and he might just snap.

“Touch me.” He says, because that’s truly all he wants. “I want you to touch me.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki asks, hand sliding down and touching his shoulder first, then his arm, it feels like every place he comes in contact with it burns. “Where?”

“Everywhere.”

For once he doesn’t have to hold back or hide any sounds, a whine slips past his lips as Katsuki’s fingers travel up and pinch one of his nipples, twisting it around. Soon his other hand repeats the action on his other nipple, sending shockwaves through his body. 

Shouto finds himself on Katsuki’s lap next, didn’t even really register the moment Katsuki guided him to climb on top of him, but that doesn’t matter. He feels the rough fabric of his jeans contrast with his naked body and shivers, as he dips his head for a kiss. He squirms as Katsuki’s hands wrap around his ass, gasping into his mouth, unconsciously throwing his ass back, leaning into the touch.

“Can- can I take this off?” Shouto asks, pulling Katsuki’s shirt up, the blond’s lips that were on his neck pop off, as he huffs, turning his head to look at him.

“Go ahead,” Katsuki concedes, making it easier for him, and Shouto quickly scrambles to remove his shirt, mouth watering as he reveals his chest, splaying his hands over tight, rippled muscles. He’s so strong, and beautiful.

Katsuki’s hand comes up to his hair as Shouto fondles his chest, biting his chin lightly.

“I wanna suck you off!” Shouto blurts, then his eyes grow wide as he realizes what vulgarity just came out of his mouth, heat rushes to his face. He’s probably flushed from his face to his chest right now.

They’ve done this a few other times now despite the time crunch they’re always in when Katsuki visits late at night, and he’s growing more confident about his skills. It felt weird and uncomfortable on the first try, but now Shouto finds himself thinking about it when they’re not together and craving it, craving Katsuki’s taste, the weight of his cock on his tongue, the exhilarating sensation when the head hits his throat. At home, things always had to be either hurried or concealed, and he wants to cherish it for once without restraints, to be as loud as he wants while he slurps down Katsuki’s dick and chokes on it. 

Katsuki groans, tightening the grip in his hair as he pulls him back up, once again claiming his mouth in another hungry kiss. Shouto tries to concentrate on two tasks at once, shaky hands fumbling with his pants to get it off of him as he tries not to melt into the kiss. The blond pulls away from the kiss when he gets impatient and easily wriggles off his pants, kicking them away.

He leans back on the bed, back flush against the mattress, bringing Shouto with him as he slides to the middle. They make out for a while, Shouto gasps as Katsuki’s hand travels down and takes both their cocks into his hand, sending a shudder through Shouto’s entire body. He squirms and whines against Katsuki’s mouth, grinding down, seeking the contact and friction. His dick is so wet from precum already, it’s almost embarrassing but Katsuki makes him like this. 

“Love how wet you get for me, baby,” Katsuki mumbles, making Shouto whine again. “You wanna suck me off then?” he nips at his bottom lip, and Shouto nods in a daze. “So come and get what you want.”

Shouto takes a calming breath as he starts to slide down while leaving tiny little pecks over Katsuki’s skin, pressing his lips to his chest, and swiping his tongue around one of his nipples, which makes the blond gasp. He smiles to himself, moving to the other one to do the same, nipping lightly. Katsuki’s chest heaves, his breathing getting more labored by each second.

Shouto thinks he is doing well, he’s not as clumsy as he’d been on the first try, which has to count for something. He slides lower still, lips grazing Katsuki’s sensitive skin until he reaches his hipbones. He leaves kittenish bites there and moves down a little further, taking in a few deep breaths before lifting a trembling hand to wrap his fingers around Katsuki’s shaft. He squeezes the base and revels at the way Katsuki’s whole body shudders at the contact. Shouto licks his lips and looks up between his long lashes to seek his approval.

Katsuki’s eyes are heavy lidded and dark, pupils blown wide, moist lips parted. The blond brings his hand to the left side of Shouto’s face, his thumb rubs against the soft skin of his lower lip, pressing down with not too much force, making Shouto melt a little under the contact. 

On a whim, Shouto parts his lips and swipes his tongue at the digit, biting down on the tip as he keeps looking up, eyes locked with Katsuki’s. Katsuki smiles down at him wolfishly, as he moves his hand to push his head lower, where he needs him the most. His erection stands tall and proud in front of his face, throbbing between the slight pressure of his fingers.

By now he knows the drill, so he gets to it. He’s figured out what works best for him and it’s easier if he starts taking it slow at first, as he takes his time relaxing his throat for him. He licks more than swallows, works his tongue all over his shaft, pays extra attention to that little underside vein, suckles on the head, and only then he finally pushes through and takes him almost to the base. He has yet to manage taking him fully without gagging, but he’s gotten much better control over his gag reflex, he can hold it in for longer too now, and it’s very appreciated if Katsuki’s sounds are anything to go by.

He doesn’t mind when Katsuki buckles his hips, thrusting up and hitting his throat, although his eyes water at that. The hand on his hair sometimes tightens the grip so hard he whines, but it also makes his cock throb, so he figures he likes it more than he doesn’t. It feels good to be able to express himself though, he moans around Katsuki’s dick, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he swallows him with loud slurping sounds, and the occasional gagging noises. 

Katsuki groans above him, and being able to actually listen to his noises without reservation is really fucking rewarding. Shouto is instantly addicted, and he just knows it’s going to be hard to go back to their usual back at home, doing everything under hushed sounds and always cautious. 

His mind slips back to that state where nothing else exists around them, as he loses himself into every action, taking more and more in each time. He loves the slightly bitter taste that oozes from the tip and settles heavy on his tongue the more he licks and sucks. 

Without any warning whatsoever, Katsuki just hastily pulls him off his cock at some point, with a loud groan, as it slips out of his mouth with a lewd, wet sound. Shouto is in a haze, slightly confused as Katsuki easily manhandles him and flips them around, throwing him back on the bed. Katsuki’s hands roam everywhere, his lips touch every part of his skin, kisses his neck and bites, making him whine as he crawls on top of him, caging him in like a lion stalking its prey.

“Wait right here for a second, pretty boy.” He whispers into his ear, biting the lobe before sliding off of him.

Shouto misses Katsuki’s warmth and weight on top of him immediately when he sneaks off to do God knows what. He wishes it were possible to never be apart from him. Unable to think about much or control his own actions, he finds that his hands seem to have a life of their own as they slide down his body, causing him to twitch with goosebumps. 

His fingertips brush against hard buds, and he gasps, burying his head into the mattress as he pinches them. He’s touched his own body many times, always aided by his fantasies about Katsuki, or sparked by the sounds he heard in the next room, but he’s never felt like this. His body has never been so tender, so turned on. It feels like each time he’s with Katsuki it only increases, and he learns a new level of arousal that he didn’t know was even possible to feel. 

His cock rests on his belly, rock hard and slick with pre seeping from the tip, and without even thinking, one of his hands slides down and squeezes it. He moans at the feeling, cracking one of his eyes open only to find Katsuki on the edge of the bed with his own cock in his hand.

He’s about to stop what he’s doing, when Katsuki says, “No, don’t stop, angel, keep touching yourself for me.”

His eyes feel heavy as he tries to keep the eye contact with Katsuki, doing exactly what he ordered him to do. The blond crawls closer to him, kneeling on the side of his head and holding his cock towards his face. Shouto turns his head, looking up at Katsuki, and instinctively, he opens his mouth as an invitation. Katsuki’s breath hitches as he leans in slightly closer and feeds his cock to him, rolling his hips slowly at first. 

Shouto tries to concentrate on both actions, fisting his own cock and sucking Katsuki’s dick, gagging around it when his thrusts grow rougher and he hits his throat with it.

“Is that how you do it when you’re alone?” 

He whines around the cock inside his mouth, feeling heat rising inside of him. He strokes himself faster, and he really wants to hold back in case he’s not supposed to cum right now, but everything inside him is getting tighter and tighter, and he knows the coil is about to snap at any moment. He can’t stop though, he keeps chasing that feeling, squeezing his dick, pinching his nipple with his other hand, swallowing Katsuki’s cock hungrily as his hips lift off the bed when he squirms.

“Fuck, baby, you’re amazing,” Katsuki praises, rolling his hips in a somewhat steady rhythm into his mouth. Shouto whines once more, maybe to let him know he’s at his limit, or just because he’s desperate. 

He’s so fucking wet, his hand is all slicked, but thinking about stopping feels dreadful now that he’s so close to his peak. Katsuki isn’t telling him to stop, so he doesn’t. At one point, the blond holds his cock and pulls out, and then back in, and out again, slowly this time, and Shouto keeps his mouth open for him to fuck into, drooling all over. 

A choked moan warns Katsuki of what’s about to happen, and Shouto cums hard over his hand and his belly, sending violent currents of shockwaves zapping through his entire body. 

“Oh, did you cum, baby?” Katsuki says as he pulls his cock out of his mouth. Shouto feels a little ache on his jaw from overworking it. 

“Are you feeling really good right now?” All he can do is nod in answer to those questions, not trusting himself to speak right now.

The blond shifts on the bed, he grabs something from the nightstand before he positions himself between Shouto’s legs, and he realizes it was a box of tissues that he uses to clean up a little bit of the mess on his stomach and his groin. 

But he’s not done yet, he still feels like he wants more, and he reaches with his hands, trying to pull Katsuki back on top of him. Katstuki chuckles, but throws the box aside and bends down to kiss him. He still feels a little out of it as he kisses him eagerly, burying his fingers through blonde hair as he pulls him in.

“I wanna make you feel good too,” Shouto mumbles when he comes down from his high, as Katsuki kisses his neck. “You didn’t get to cum yet.”

Katsuki hums thoughtfully, pulling away to look at his face, as he lines his cock with Shouto’s. He gasps and squirms underneath him when Katsuki wraps his big hand around both their lengths, starting to stroke them slowly, pulling a sweet sigh that turns into a low moan from him. He feels himself starting to get hard again almost instantly.

“Oh, already getting hard again for me, angel?” Katsuki teases, chuckling as Shouto feels his cheeks burn and turns his head to the side. The blond leans in and presses his lips to his exposed neck, rutting his hips down. 

“Fuck…” Shouto mutters under his breath, rolling his hips.

“Do you trust me?” Katsuki asks.

Shouto nods, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, his toes curling because Katsuki hasn’t stopped stroking them both lazily.

“Say it,” he commands. “Use your words, Shouto.”

“Yes,” Shouto gasps. “I do, I trust you. You can do whatever you want. Please.”

Katsuki’s smile to him as he starts to slide down is to die for, his lips skim over his skin, grazing his cheek and his jaw, he nips at his chin, moving on to his neck, nuzzling at the sensitive skin there as well, like he’s sniffing him.

“You always smell so good, like something pure.” He murmurs, adding some pressure to his movements, as he keeps sliding down. Shouto feels sensitive everywhere, his body is ablaze, simmering. His breath catches in his throat as Katsuki grabs his thighs and parts his legs, settling right between them. 

“Wait, Katsuki, what— ooh, fuck. ” 

Shouto never gets to finish that sentence because his words just morph into a drawn out moan as Katsuki dips his head and buries his face into the cleft of his ass, licking a wet stripe across his hole before unceremoniously plunging his tongue inside him. 

Shouto writhes, attempting to adjust his position, bracing his legs onto the blond’s shoulder, and bending his knees slightly as Katsuki starts to eat him out. He throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, his fingers grip at the sheets in an attempt to ground himself as the other thrusts his tongue intimately inside him, like he’s making out with his hole.

He’s done it before, but it feels different this time. Perhaps because his body is all tender, and every minor touch feels like a huge deal. He’s shuddering, toes curling as he feels his hole twitch. Instinctively, he slaps a hand over his mouth when a shout threatens to spill, but then he remembers where they are and drops his hand, letting all the sounds tumble from his lips.

“God, you taste like fucking heaven.” Shouto whines as Katsuki vulgarly mumbles, pulling away from his hole to breathe, before thrusting his tongue back in. 

Shouto feels worked up, but at the same time, his arousal once again overrides the embarrassment of the vulnerable position he’s in, and the thought of actually having him inside him doesn’t come accompanied by any second-guessing or anxiety. He rolls his hips experimentally, focusing on the feeling, and his eyes roll back at something Katsuki does with his tongue that feels incredibly amazing.

“Shit… Katsuki… Why won’t you just fuck me…” He babbles and moans, repeating his previous action, rolling his hips repeatedly, his hole clenches and unclenches involuntarily.

“Hey, look at me, angel.”

Shouto peels his eyes open and glances at Katsuki as he stops, listening to him, his perfect ruby eyes meet mismatched half-lidded ones, and he smirks before licking up his groin. Shouto feels empty, he wants that feeling back, wants his mouth back on him.

Katsuki moves to be back on top of him, Shouto keeps his attention on his face, melting a little when he brings his hand up and carefully brushes the hair out of his forehead.

“How much time do we have?”

Shouto bites his lip, trying to focus. He’s already in trouble, so it won’t matter how long he’s staying out, he’s already broken all of his father’s stupid rules. 

So, with conviction, he says, “As much time as we need.”

Katsuki smiles, leaning in to capture his lips in a kiss that isn’t as wild, but it makes Shouto just as eager. He gasps as the blond’s hand slides down and wraps loosely around his dick, stroking him only a few times. 

He then pulls away to retrieve something he’s dropped onto the bed before, which Shouto is realizing just now. Katsuki positions himself quite similarly to the one before, kneeling on his side instead of getting back on top of him. Shouto is not as heavy-headed now, so he looks up at him with a questioning look, because although he’s still close, he would much rather have him all draped on top of him like before. 

“Bend your knees and spread your legs for me,” Katsuki instructs, and helps him throw one of his legs over his thigh, immediately making Shouto aware of his hard-on that pokes him on the side of his thigh, he’s rock hard and he still hasn’t come yet.

He hears the sound of a lid being popped open and as he looks down, Katsuki has a tube of lube in his hands, and he’s squeezing a very generous amount, coating his fingers.

“Think you can handle a couple fingers, baby?” He asks, and Shouto nods at him, placing his hand on his chest. Katsuki slips his other arm underneath his head, sort of cradling him. He shivers when finally, finally his fingers are circling his rim, they are so cold from the lube, and Shouto’s asshole immediately twitches. 

He scratches Katsuki’s chest and yelps when he feels one singular finger prod at his hole as Katsuki drizzles more lube there. He tries to calm himself down, but still a loud noise leaves his lips as the finger finally slides inside, just one knuckle in, and nothing else. 

Katsuki kisses him, perhaps to distract him from the uncomfortable sting, as he keeps pressing inside, slow, very, very slow, but steady. Shouto whines when the whole finger is finally pushed all the way inside, and his body feels funny. He wouldn’t know how to describe it, it hurts, but it also makes him hot, he wants to scurry away from it, but a part of him also wants to push into it and feel more. 

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” Katsuki mutters against his lips, keeping still.

“I- I don’t know, it feels - weird,” he mumbles. “N-not, not in a bad way.”

“And if I do this?” He moves it slightly, and Shouto’s eyes widen at the feeling, letting a moan slip past his lips. It’s not at all a bad feeling. Katsuki chuckles, peppering his face with some kisses. “Feels good like this?”

Shouto nods, focusing on the good and ignoring the little burning sensation that’s still uncomfortable to him. Katsuki moves his finger around another few times before he pulls it out of him, making Shouto whine at the empty feeling. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He smiles as Shouto shakes his head, kissing him again before pulling back. “Think you can handle more?”

All Shouto can do is nod, his body shivers as Katsuki squirts more lube directly onto his hole and spreads it around. He hisses as the blond takes two of his fingers and does the same thing as before, fingertips first, then knuckle by knuckle until he gets them all the way inside. 

It feels different with two fingers, more of a stretch and the discomfort is also bigger, but so are the other feelings, the buzzing in his ears, the tingling all over his body, the insane urge to clench around him. He grips the sheets, and digs his nails into Katsuki’s chest when he starts moving those fingers, throwing his head back as Katsuki wriggles them and twists in a certain way that gets him to brush over something inside him that changes everything.

“Ahh, ahh there, what was it, I f-feel- it feels - good…” He babbles through his confusion, rolling his hips for the first time since Katsuki started fingering him to try and get more of that jolt of pleasure. 

Katsuki laughs, stilling his movements, as he presses his lips to Shouto’s temple.

“That was your prostate, baby. Feels good right?” 

Shouto’s cheeks burn at his reply. Of course, obviously. He knew it existed, of course, but you don’t just keep thinking about anatomy classes and shit like that when the man of your dreams is fingering you. He feels embarrassed though, maybe would feel even worse if he could actually concentrate on anything. Instead, his stupid, silly brain just gets him talking, making him make even more of a fool of himself.

“Can you do that again?” He asks, wanting to feel that way again.

Katsuki smirks, “What’s the magic word, angel?”

“Aah, please?” 

“Yeah, good boy, you should always ask politely for the things you want.” He says, and basically makes Shouto see stars as he starts to pump and sort of make scissor motions with his fingers inside of him. Shouto finds his body moving on its own, pushing his hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers, moaning against Katsuki’s lips as he fingers him. 

His cock is throbbing over his stomach, leaking all over him. He wants to touch it, or for Katsuki to touch it, but in this position, he can’t really touch him, and he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to now. 

It fills his head with nothing else other than arousal, his brain is turned into mush as Katsuki keeps pumping his fingers inside him. It feels good, it feels so good, but also — also. What would more feel like? Katsuki’s big, fat cock stretching him like his fingers are doing right now, that feels ideal. Would it even fit though? He’s not sure, it’s already so tight around his fingers alone, but something about this thought sends a shiver down his spine, apparently he likes that idea. 

It’s like his mind has jumped from terrified at the prospect to very, very willing. At this point, he’s forgotten about the initial pain, there’s still some discomfort, but it’s nothing compared to how good it makes him feel. Through the fog in his mind, he decides that asking once again won’t hurt.

“Kats, will you fuck me?” he says, ignoring how whiny his voice sounds. Katsuki’s fingers once again stall inside him.

“Fuck, you ready for it, baby?” He says breathlessly.

“Please.” He says the magic word, or rather he practically moans it to him, whiny and needy.

“Okay.” He pulls his fingers out slowly, and Shouto immediately misses it. Shit, that’s going to be a problem in the future, if he gets obsessed with how this particular thing feels because this is not something that he’ll be able to replicate by humping a pillow. “Lay on your stomach for me then, angel.”

Shouto immediately pouts at that, sitting upright as Katsuki slides off of him. 

“Nooo, I want to see you,” he protests, making Katsuki huff out a little laugh.

“You’re so cute.” Katsuki pats his nose with his fingertip, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “It’s just easier like this, trust me, it’ll be a lot more comfortable for you.” He explains, but Shouto is still not very convinced.

“We can switch positions later, after you get a little more used to it, if you want, ‘kay, princess?” He adds, and Shouto finally nods, but he still pulls him in for another real kiss before he gets into the position he asked. It’s embarrassing, he feels exposed with his ass sticking up like that. 

“Here, this will help too,” Katsuki grabs a pillow and shoves it under him, and leaves another one for him to grab onto, which he does when he hears the lube being popped open and squeezed. 

It makes him shudder when Katsuki once again coats his entrance with it, and he moans as he feels fingers inside of him once again.

“Just making sure you are nicely stretched and ready for me,” Katsuki mutters above him, as he starts kissing from his lower back up, and up, and up, until his lips are on his neck.

Shouto lets out a tiny little noise as Katsuki pulls his fingers out, feeling him settle above him. Katsuki spreads his legs, straddling him with his knees bracketing the sides of his thighs. He supports his weight on one hand at first, as he uses the other to get a hold of his dick, Shouto assumes, as a shiver runs through him when Katsuki rubs his slicked up dick at his entrance, letting out a low grunt.

And perhaps he was way in over his head, as the tip of Katsuki’s fat cock starts breaching him and he has the desperate urge to pull away from it, tears instantly gather at the corners of his eyes. 

He can’t go anywhere though, as Katsuki lowers his chest onto his back, grabbing Shouto’s love handles and spreading his ass cheeks to sink his dick inside him, slowly, inch by inch. 

“Fuck, baby…” He feels Katsuki’s hot breath in his ear, and he’s really trying to concentrate on the good part of this, but at least at first, the pain is almost overwhelming, and his body keeps trembling and sort of trying to get away. Consciously though, he doesn’t think he wants to get away. He wants this, it feels like the ultimate level of connection they could achieve, and he really wants to feel like one with Katsuki.

Katsuki shifts his knees slightly outside Shouto’s, and at the same time, he positions his ankles inside his, pinning him down beneath him completely, dominating his whole body. His cock jumps at the thought of being completely at his mercy, but another part of him panics for a second as he starts thinking maybe he can’t do this. It hurts so much, but—

“Kats… Please, Katsuki, I- I don’t think I can- I can’t-” 

“No, no, no,” Katsuki whispers, kissing his cheek. “Yes, you can, you’re taking me so well, baby, just relax, alright? It’ll start feeling good in a moment, I promise.”

He doesn’t think he’s doing so well, his hole is tightening and twitching, and it feels like he’s being torn apart, but Katsuki’s words sort of override the discomfort, so he focuses on it for now, lets his voice guide and wash over him.

Katsuki is being patient, he slides in slowly, but he’s so thick, and big, and even though he’s barely moving, Shouto still feels it tenfold. He moans, whines, even sobs a little, when finally, finally it feels like he’s all the way inside.

Katsuki moves his arms, sliding them underneath Shouto, and circling his chest, holding him close. This way, he has complete control over his body. He’s not moving his hips yet though, he’s giving him time to adjust and Shouto is glad for it. He forgets about the discomfort the minute Katsuki makes him turn his face and kisses him, tongue circling around his own and moving inside his mouth in a way that makes him moan.

“Can I move, angel?” He asks, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses over his neck. Shouto is a little dazed as he nods, and a loud, unidentified sound leaves him as Katsuki rolls his hips and starts thrusting into him, spreading his knees wide apart to find the perfect angle that allows him to go as deeply as he can. Once he finds his pace, he brings his knees closer together, squeezing Shouto’s ass cheeks tightly between his thighs, keeping him tightly held in a compressed position.

It starts to feel different, his body is overwhelmed, too hot, feeling too many things at once, but Katsuki is hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside of him and this makes him feel like he needs more. The pain from the beginning is a sting now, but he moans each time Katsuki’s hips snaps against his because actually, this feels good.

“Yeah, you’re feeling good, baby?” Katsuki coos, and Shouto realizes he’s probably been saying shit out loud this whole time as whines and moans. 

The hold Katsuki has on him kind of chokes him when he moves in a certain way, and that makes Shouto’s cock twitch and leak right onto the sheets, where he’s all pressed down. He squirms, trying to get more of this friction, asshole twitching and tightening around Katsuki’s cock. 

“I didn’t- I didn’t know it felt so-so good,” he whines, getting slightly bolder as he pushes his hips back to meet Katsuki’s thrusts once he’s over most of the discomfort. 

Shouto wheezes as Katsuki pulls back slightly. He stops holding back and all but rams his hips back into him, practically plowing him onto the bed. His cock is stretching him so wide, but it’s also touching his prostate constantly, and it feels heavenly when it does.

“Shit, you’re so good for me, baby, so, so good,” Katsuki mumbles, licking and sucking his neck, Shouto wonders if that’s going to bruise, and there’s a sick satisfaction that comes with it. 

He feels the impending orgasm building, it’s obvious in the way his body shudders, and how he’s pushing back, trying to get more from that friction inside that makes him roll his eyes and almost choke on his own moans, and sobs. 

Out of everything they’ve ever done, this is probably the most horny he’s ever felt. He can’t believe he was fucking scared before, he feels silly now, because this feels so, so fucking good. He feels slightly jealous that Touya ever got to feel that with Katsuki, he doesn’t deserve to feel this good. He wishes he was the only one that could have it from now on.

There are filthy, squelching noises filling up the room from how wet Katsuki made him, he can feel dampness underneath him from his cock leaking onto the bedsheets, wet, wet, wet, everything is so wet. He can’t do anything else other than moan by this point, his body is entirely too sensitive and pliant. When Katsuki’s hands sneak lower, and he pinches his nipples, a holler gets ripped from his throat, followed by a whine, and little pleas that he can’t even make out amidst the fog inside his brain. 

“Gonna fill you up, angel,” Katsuki promises, voice slightly strained with all the effort he’s putting into fucking him. “You’ll feel me for days. ” 

“Please,” Shouto chokes out. “Give it all to me. Please, please.” 

“Fuck, holy shit.” His mouth is once again on his neck, warm, wet tongue sliding over a recent bite. “So good for me, so good.”

Katsuki’s hand finds its way to his hair, and he pulls him back, making Shouto stretch his neck almost painfully. He’s fucked up though, because that sends another shiver through his body. He likes, no, he loves when he’s rough. He doesn’t even know where it comes from, but at some point he’s arching his back and it’s apparently the right thing to do, because Katsuki’s hips start to stutter, thrusts faltering slightly. 

Katsuki pulls back slightly, taking his hands to his hips, fucking into him with abandon. Shouto moans into the pillow he’s now clawing at, eyes rolling back as intense waves of pleasure roll through his body. He’s so close, he can feel it.

The blond reaches underneath him and grabs his cock, it’s almost instantly then, Shouto convulses as he cums hard onto his hand, Katsuki keeps fucking him through it. He presses his head into the middle of his upper back, hips stuttering in shallow, short thrusts as he groans, filling him up as he spurts inside him. It feels hot and messy, Shouto shakes from it, stretched hole twitching around Katsuki as he cums so hard. 

Shouto lets his body fall limp, as he listens to Katsuki wheeze out a little breathy laugh, peppering his back and shoulder with kisses.

“You did amazing, baby, so fucking amazing.” He whispers into his ear.

It’s slightly uncomfortable and fucking embarrassing when he pulls out, and cum oozes from his hole. God, he’s been so full and complete though, it’s almost weird to be this empty again. Maybe his life’s purpose is to serve as a hole that’s supposed to always be filled. It’s all for Katsuki, of course. No one else. Just him.

“Wait here a second, angel.” 

Shouto doesn’t move, wouldn’t be able to even if he wanted to, his body feels like jelly, all he wants to do is lay there. 

His mind registers distantly when Katsuki comes back, his eyes are getting heavier and heavier as he feels hands back on him. The blond is gently cleaning him up with some warm, soft cloth while Shouto holds onto the very last shreds of his consciousness, trying to keep himself awake. It’s like he’s been sedated, not even the impending doom of his father’s wrath once he comes back home is enough to make him want to move and get up, or even stay awake.

He will have to, eventually. He can’t stay here forever, but he wishes he could, especially when Katsuki slips back into bed and easily manhandles him into another position, so he can hold him close to his chest. Shouto hisses at the sting of pain on his lower back, his ass is throbbing, but he thinks it was all worth it as he buries his face into Katsuki’s chest.

“It’s getting late,” Katsuki says. “I have to take you home soon.”

Shouto looks up at him despite his best judgement and desire not to move.

“Are you coming with me? Won’t that be risky?”

“We’ll tell them I ran into you as you were coming home and offered you a ride. There’s nothing wrong with that, right?”

Shouto nods, snuggling back to him, he closes his eyes and falls silent, now that his head has cleared up and he’s come down from the high, he admits he is a bit scared of what his father might do to him. He hasn’t been severely punished in years, but he still remembers what it feels like to be.

“Shouto?” He’s pulled out of his head by Katsuki’s voice, the blond is lightly squeezing his shoulder. “What’s wrong? You suddenly started shaking. Are you cold?”

He lifts his eyes and shakes his head, pressing a hand to the side of Katsuki’s face and pulling him in for a kiss. It’s lazy and perfect, but he still feels goosebumps when Katsuki rests his hand on his waist, and brings him even closer. 

They stay like this for a while, and it helps him take his mind away from his father before Katsuki pulls away, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“You have no idea how perfect you are.”

Shouto feels his eyes well up with tears and for some dumb reason he can’t stop himself from crying. Katsuki kisses him while wiping his tears and holds him close. Shouto’s glad he doesn’t question his little outburst, he wouldn’t know what to say if he did.

“Come on, I’ll  get us something to eat before we leave, you must be hungry.” He says after Shouto calmed down.

Dressing up proves to be a struggle when he tries to bend over and gather his clothes from the floor, Katsuki must’ve noticed it, because he rushes to his side and Shouto has to hide his embarrassment as the older man helps him dress up, slipping on his underwear and pants for him. He tries to at least do his shirt’s buttons, but Katsuki also slaps his hands away and does it himself, finishing it all up with another quick kiss to his lips before they move into the small kitchen.

— x —

Katsuki once again lets Shouto pick up some music on the way back, it helps him forget for a moment what’s expecting him at home, but as they get closer to his house, something inside him twists and turns, and dread sets at the pit of his stomach.

He tries to pretend he’s fine though as they’re finally standing in front of the front door, but he can feel his hands shaking as he turns the doorknob and slowly pushes the door open, stepping inside with Katsuki trailing close behind him.

His stomach drops to his feet when he finds his father in the living room. He can already pick up from his expression alone that he’s pissed. 

“G-good evening, father.” 

His father doesn’t respond. He hears other voices coming from another room, probably Fuyumi and Natsuo setting the table for dinner. Touya is in the room with their father, of course, and he jumps to his feet as he sees Katsuki, his expression turning confused.

“Katsuki? What the fuck were you doing with my brother?”

“He found me on the way home and offered me a ride,” Shouto responds instead, so Katsuki doesn’t have to lie. 

“I didn’t fucking ask you,” Touya barks. “By the way, you made mom upset by fucking off all day. Why did you turn off your phone?”

“I was busy with school work.” Shouto frowns. He hates when Touya does this, he loves to try and lecture him like he gives a fuck when their father is present and it’s so fucking annoying. Why couldn’t he just drop dead.

“Shouto.” Their father speaks for the first time, sending a chill down his spine. Touya, who was about to talk back, closes his mouth real fast. “Go wait in my office. No dinner.”

“Yes, father.” Shouto lowers his head in submission and swallows the lump around his throat, fighting the sting in his eyes. He’s actually scared in a way he hasn’t been in a good while. Touya has a big smile on his face, like the idea of their father doing something terrible to him amuses him. Fucking freak.

(Even then, Shouto would have done it all again to be with Katsuki. Touya can smile all he wants, but he knows he was the one winning this afternoon, not him. He’s the one Katsuki goes looking for, the one he’s risking things for, not fucking Touya.)

As he readies himself to start walking, he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks back to see Katsuki holding him in place, stopping him from walking away.

“Mr. Todoroki, please,” Katsuki says. “It was my fault Shouto got home this late, actually.”

Shouto’s eyes widen because what the fuck is he doing? Touya might be a dumb bitch who believes all of his excuses and lies, but their father isn’t. He’s gonna see right through him and it’s going to be worse for everyone. 

It still makes him warm inside that he’s attempting to defend him though, it’s sweet, so sweet, but that’s not gonna work. He knows his father, if he had already set something into his mind, there’s no changing it. 

Enji crosses his arms and makes a gesture for Katsuki to continue, without gracing him with any verbal encouragement other than a dry grunt.

“I picked him up after school this afternoon because I wanted him to help me with something. I, uh, didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but damn, he was just helping me pick out a present for Touya’s birthday. I didn’t know what to get him this year and I figured one of his siblings might be able to help me. Please, don’t be so hard on him, Mr. Todoroki, it was entirely my fault.”

His father studies Katsuki, and doesn’t seem like he’s inclined to believe him. Touya is now crossing his arms and scowling, like he’s actually disappointed Shouto now has an alibi. He’s still skeptical his father is going to drop it, but he waits with bated breath until he decides to say something.

“Is that right, Shouto?” He asks, and Shouto panics a little inside because he knows he’s doing this to catch him on the lie. He tries to look the most confident he can as he nods slowly, looking into Enji’s eyes.

“Yes, father, I didn’t want to ruin his surprise, so I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“Why the hell would you get Shouto to pick something for me? He’s got awful taste in everything.” Touya complains, walking up to Katsuki with a pout. Shouto has to suppress the urge to roll his eyes, as Katsuki drops his hand from his shoulder after a final discreet squeeze, and reaches for Touya’s hand.

“Babe, please, I was just trying to do something nice for you, Shouto was just the only one available for the task.”

“Do not lie to your mother or me again, Shouto.” His father says sternly. “You know I don’t like it when you lie.”

Shouto holds his breath, as he nods.

“Yes, father, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“I’m also sorry, Mr. Todoroki,” Katsuki says, and once again Enji doesn’t say anything, just grunts. 

“You’re dismissed, Shouto.” His father says, and Shouto throws one last glance at Katsuki, trying to convey his gratitude in his gaze. There’s complicity in the way they look at each other before he walks away from the living room and heads to his room.

As he closes the door, he drops his bag on the floor, pressing his back against the door, with his eyes closed, as he loosens his tie to breathe. Katsuki defending him was so hot. He didn’t think it could be possible to fall even harder for him, but he thinks he just did. 

— x —

“Hey, give me your phone,” Katsuki says later that night as he comes to his room. 

They didn’t do anything this time, he said he couldn’t stay long, but still wanted to stay with him a bit until he got back, so they were just laying in his bed, cuddling. Shouto wasn’t going to complain, he was always happy to just spend a little more time with him no matter how.

“Yeah, sure.” He stretches his arm to get it from the nightstand, and unlocks it for him, curious to see what he wants to do.

He types in his number in his contact list. Shouto’s heart almost explodes from happiness.

“It’s my number, it’s about time I give it to you,” he says. “If anything happens, call me, alright?”

He sounds concerned, as he gives Shouto his phone back and holds him a little more protectively than usual after he puts the device away. Shouto doesn’t think much of it, just happily snuggles up to him and closes his eyes, sighing contently as Katsuki kisses between his hair and scratches his head lightly.