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Katsuki rolled his eyes when he saw it was Takami, former wing hero, Hawks, who showed up to take the last spot in the photo shoot. He’d been the subject of controversy for years after the war, and not a particular favorite of Katsuki’s. And ever since being made to resign from the HPSC presidency amidst public unease, he must be hard up for money, or else why would he take this job? Hell, if this hadn’t been a favor to Jeanist he wouldn’t have taken it!
Katsuki could smell this was gonna be nothing but trouble. Possibly in more ways than one.
It was also just annoying to see him come out of costuming, slender body done up in the same flamboyant, pink sequined, show girl get up as Katsuki. He wasn’t willing to acknowledge how good Takami looked, even as his gaze lingered.
But then Takami turned sharp, marked eyes, to Katsuki’s. Fuck him.
“Well hey, Great Explosion Mur—“
“Yeah, yeah, shut up already…fuck, every fucking time.”
Takami’s tongue caught between his teeth as he shrugged, altogether too amused. “Don’t have such an epic name, I guess?” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and disappeared to where he was directed. They were exposed to streets on both sides of an alley.
The first half of the session passed efficiently and Katsuki could almost forget about him. That is, until they stopped for a break and everyone took off the headpieces so they could eat and drink. Takami’s hair had grown. Wild and coarse.
Then Katsuki just had to go and catch that Takami was wearing a full bodystocking like him. It was because of the scars. Takami had the most extensive scars of anyone he knew. Even Izuku. Katsuki’s and his were localized to their faces and arms, but Takami’s were on his face, arms and back and legs.
Katsuki had always been fascinated despite himself but they were well concealed by the material, just like Katsuki’s. They were the only two wearing them. Katsuki couldn’t keep from glancing at him. The way he sat and chewed a pen cap was so…annoying.
“Ba-ku-go-o,” Takami said in a disgusting sing-song, and pulled out a chair with his stockinged foot, stilettos next to it. Patted it. “If you’re gonna stare, you may as well join me.” Then fucking winked at him.
Katsuki was not going to sit next to him. He scoffed and got up to throw his trash away. Katsuki barely suppressed his startle reflex when Takami approached him from behind.
“Aw, don’t be like that.” Murmured too close to his ear. Asshole spy.
Katsuki whirled on Takami and he backed away, hands held up, a smug smile on his face. Katsuki could only grumble his disapproval, brushing past Takami to wait out the rest of the break.
It’s not like Katsuki could get in a fight with him here. And oh, he’d been on the brink a couple times over the years. To simply grab the bastard by his collar and challenge him to a fight, punch off that infuriating smirk. The thought of it comforted him, but only as long as he was around him. As soon as they went their separate ways Katsuki forgot all about him. And he preferred it that way, the meetings remaining rare.
The next leg of the shoot tested Katsuki like nothing had before. A pose where half of them had the other half sat on their shoulders…and who should Katsuki be paired up with except Takami. ‘The aesthetic of both your blond hair.’
Total. Bullshit.
The sigh he let out only served to entertain Takami as he hid a laugh in his hand. Gold eyes framed by heavy makeup glittered as Takami stepped from the stools provided onto Katsuki’s shoulder. Takami was heavier than he expected, hand in hand steadying each other. At least all the others had similar balancing issues.
Katsuki was relieved when it was over and he’d never admit to the warmth of Takami’s thighs or the hardness of his muscles. Or that the texture encasing Takami up wasn’t…
His thoughts were interrupted by Takami himself, clearing his throat beside him. “Thanks for the ride, man.” It was like a disease with Takami to make nearly everything that came out of his mouth an innuendo. Katsuki was done with his shit and now that the shoot was over, he couldn’t wait to get back to not being around him.
Everyone had just gotten makeup off when a loud, garbled shout and motorcycle revving arrested everyone’s attention in the back of the alley. It happened so suddenly they could only respond to the aftermath. A masked assailant tore into the space with a speed quirk, threw something at Takami’s back and fled.
Katsuki was the first to move. He caught Takami as he staggered. He didn’t like being right in cases like these. Katsuki hadn’t understood what was yelled but the intent to cause disruption was obvious. Takami groaned in Katsuki’s hold, clutching his back, and Katsuki started assessing the damage.
It was superficial and…smelly? It appeared to be rotted melon, something else vaguely familiar. Takami sniffed it and Katsuki pulled the runs in the costume away from his back to check for bruising. Takami hissed and tried to stand. Katsuki helped him up as the others swarmed them, asking who, what, why, and how they could help.
Takami managed to tell them what he’d seen. When they’d scattered to follow the perpetrator, the costumers meekly asked about the outfit and that they didn’t want it damaged further if at all possible. Takami apologetically held his nose and they all took a step back as the smell overwhelmed them to a new degree. It was akin to a skunk that Katsuki had heard of from the US, and he pinched his nose too.
He knew from somewhere how to neutralize the smell. Katsuki gave instructions on what to buy to one of the aides. When they got back, the team mixed and applied it all over the affected area to set. It helped significantly. Then, a realization crystallized in Katsuki’s mind. To his chagrin and another eye roll.
“Grab your stuff. Follow me.” Katsuki ordered.
Takami blanked, searching Katsuki’s face for something. “If you’re gonna kill me—“
“Shut the fuck up, you gotta rinse that shit off.”
For a second it looked like he was going to refuse, then shrugged, grabbed his bag and followed him without another word. Their coats hid most of the outfits, but their legs were shiny in the afternoon light. He couldn’t give less of a fuck, already concentrating on not talking himself out of helping the bastard to his apartment that was conveniently around the corner to rinse off in his bathtub.
The noise of the city died as Katsuki closed the door. He shoved Takami forward, out of the entryway and toward the bathroom. The sooner this was taken care of the better.
“Oo, very nice digs, man.” And there it was. Quiet gone with that fucking mouth. Katsuki grumbled as he took off the rhinestone encrusted bodice so his torso could breathe, sighing with relief. He was gonna do his best to ignore Takami, do his good deed, and be done with him.
Katsuki turned in time to catch Takami taking off his own bodice and the silky bottoms, and blushed at the sight of him in nothing but the body stocking. Why did a motherfucker Katsuki would be into fucking have to be such a clueless fucking dick.
“Dipshit, this isn’t a locker room, it’s my living room! You’re already the worst houseguest ever.” Katsuki said.
“Hope the view makes up for it?” Shameless as ever.
Katsuki surged toward him and Takami sprang back with a laugh, out of reach. Katsuki picked up the crusty clothes and threw them at Takami. “These have to soak too.”
He caught them with a huffed smirk but it disappeared just as quick. “You didn’t have to help me, but…” Takami shrugged, walked to the bathroom. “...generous of you. So, thank you.” It was the first time Katsuki saw him be sincere.
Huh.
Katsuki caught Takami’s backside disappearing through the door and ugh, damn the horny that threatened to make him do something stupid. He heard the bathtub running and was not proud of himself for wanting an excuse to go in there. Images of them rubbing together in the wet nylon sprang to mind, making Katsuki shake his head, get up and pace.
Then Takami’s raised voice revealed the increase of Katsuki’s heart rate. He was asking for help, and shy? That didn’t sound right. He approached the door and asked, “What?”
“I can’t take it off without ripping it.”
“You’re gonna have to soak with it on then.”
Takami mumbled, “Yeah, yeah, thought you were gonna say that.”
Katsuki heard the splashes of a body getting into the tub.
“Shit, this is gonna be even harder to get off wet.”
“Guess you’ll have to wait until it dries.” Only realizing after he’d said it what it meant. More time with Takami.
He was less exasperated by the thought than even a few minutes ago. Katsuki told himself it was because of the shift in tone and then he heard Takami’s blissful sigh. “For real, you got a great setup here. Loving this tub. What is this? Edwardian?”
It was.
Katsuki scoffed, loud enough for him to hear. Takami laughed, quiet, but loud enough for Katsuki to hear.
Fuck it.
He stormed into the bathroom, right to the tub’s edge. “Okay, can you really not take it off, or is it a ploy to get me in here?”
Katsuki couldn’t be sure, it was so quick, but Takami seemed caught off guard. Then he said with hooded eyes, “Well, if it were, it worked.” Takami’s wet, stockinged foot poked him in the thigh and okay, no more mister nice guy. Katsuki grabbed his ankle and yanked, dunking Takami under the water.
Katsuki relished the spluttering and thrashing, laughing as he kept hold of Takami. When he broke the surface, Takami really did look like a drowned bird. It was the hair, sticking up in areas and then slicked down in others. His lashes and lips dripped as he coughed and heaved in air. Ugh.
Katsuki crossed his arms, waiting for Takami to compose himself. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Takami whipped his hair back from his face, grinned at him darkly, showing those pointy canines. “Now that wasn’t very hospitable of you. ‘Cause now I’m forced to retaliate.” And shoved a wave of water at Katsuki, drenching him and the rest of the bathroom.
“Asshole!!” Katsuki choked on the water and Takami laughed, sending another, hitting Katsuki in the stomach. “I have neighbors, motherfucking dickhead!”
“You started this shit, man!”
“It was you! With all the fucking flirting!”
Takami looked scandalized, but the half-smirk gave him away. “And who’s been staring at me since they first saw me at the shoot?” He stood up, water sluicing off in noisy rivulets, revealing a sumptuously textured body.
Through all the water Katsuki’s mouth went dry. Takami raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips and at the edge of the tub.
Katsuki advanced, looking his body up and down. Takami blinked. Katsuki smirked at parted, wet lips, and vaguely hunted, narrowed eyes. It suited him.
“What’s the matter, Takami? Don’t tell me all that flirting was actually harmless.” Katsuki caressed his hand down Takami’s neck, just above the collar of the bodystocking, wrapping his fingers around it. Takami swallowed. Oh, he would be easy.
“Didn’t know if you’d go for it.” His voice went breathy and quavered with tight anticipation. Katsuki laughed, nibbling his earlobe.
Then thumbed his carotid. “Well, when you’re looking like this…kinda asking for it.”
“Mm. You a switch?”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Katsuki said into the shell of his ear. Takami’s mouth fell open, breath hitching with a nod. He tried to turn into Katsuki but he squeezed the sides of Takami’s neck to keep him in place. A soft exhalation followed by panting. Katsuki could power trip on this surprisingly submissive reaction from him.
Katsuki reached for Takami’s wet hip and Takami grabbed the forearm that trapped him, the other resting on Katsuki’s lower abdomen.
Katsuki’s mouth watered in anticipation of taking Takami’s skin between his teeth. But first they should get him cleaned up. Get the fucking bathroom cleaned up. He peeled his fingers from Takami’s throat, but stayed close to observe the effect of his tone, because it seemed giving him orders shut him up, huh? Katsuki could work with that.
“First, you’re gonna help me clean this up. Gonna refill the tub too.”
Takami gave that amused half smirk, but caught the towel Katsuki tossed his way. They soaked most of it up and Katsuki did the draining. He waved him over because Takami’s back needed a more thorough rinse. They stood in the tub, Katsuki turning him around by the hip and using the wand to get at the remnants. He lathered up some of his body wash too, spreading it around Takami’s torso, and back, rinsing it off. He refilled the tub and let bubbles form.
He turned Takami back around, said, “Now lie down.”
Takami hummed, “Why, Great Explo—”
Katsuki pushed him, not enough to throw him off balance, but enough to stop the favored nickname. Takami laughed and lowered himself, holding on to the sides and spreading his legs. Katsuki made a show of taking off the silky bottoms, twirling them in his hand. He bunched them up, knelt in the warm water and put them in Takami’s open mouth. He sank back, sighing through the makeshift gag.
“Now I get some fuckin’ peace and quiet.” Katsuki loomed over Takami, hands on either side of his head, and rolled his body into him. Takami rose to meet him with a hard grind. The wet friction made Katsuki hang his head, reach around the small of Takami’s back, and pull him into the movement.
Takami squeezed the tub and his moan muffled through the gag. His brows pinched and he matched Katsuki’s rhythm, and oh, that was hotter than he thought it’d be. Katsuki already wanted more. So, he didn’t try to drag this out. Katsuki lowered himself to chase the pleasure of Takami’s erection.
Takami found Katsuki’s eyes and the same hunger was reflected. They weren’t gonna last. It was weird being on the same page with him, especially in this absurd position. Katsuki rolled and Takami grinded. The water sloshed, producing a resistance that despite it working against the rhythm made keeping their cocks together easier.
Katsuki sighed when Takami took them in hand and he nuzzled the side of his face, breaths rapid in each other's ears. He had butterflies and it was like they’d done this before, so in sync. They trembled with barely held back, mounting pressure and slick friction. Takami braced onto him and gasped, spasming against Katsuki. Watching Takami spill in the water between them, eyes rolled in the back of his head, neck long and arched in relief, was what made Katsuki find his release.
Katsuki and Takami’s hands both coaxed the last of the pleasure they could before separating, waiting for heart and breathing to slow. He rested his forehead on Takami’s without really meaning to. Takami took out the gag, licked his lips, and shifted in the water. It broke Katsuki out of the tangential thoughts his mind was beginning to conjure.
Katsuki cleared his throat, straightened up, “I’m gonna call the studio and tell them I’ll pay to replace these. We’re definitely gonna ruin them. You should find my bedroom and wait for me.” He stood up, offered his hand.
Takami nodded and smiled wickedly as he took his hand, “I’ll pay you back.”
Katsuki smirked back. “Uh huh.”
Katsuki found his phone to make the call. They calmed down when he gave them a substantial number for their trouble. Now to the real business. The nylon and Takami shower smell was going to be burned into his brain. The damp imprint of stockinged feet toward his bedroom.
Katsuki closed his door behind him feeling odd not having anything to take off. It dissipated when he took in Takami and his curled legs on Katsuki’s bed, a towel beneath him. He was biting his fingernails. Katsuki noticed he liked to have things in his mouth, always chewing on hoodie strings, pens, toothpicks. Takami lowered his hand, then put them both up above his head, putting himself on display.
“So.”
Katsuki didn’t know Takami’s voice could go soft like that. Kinda made his ears itch and clench his hand so he didn’t immediately jump at him like instinct dictated. Instead he responded with an exhale through his nose and strode to his dresser, opening the top drawer.
“So.” His voice would never be as soft, but he could be quiet. He grabbed the lube, cast a glance over all his other toys and instruments. Maybe next time. Katsuki blinked. He’d be keeping that thought to himself.
Takami cocked his head at him, spreading his legs. And seeing how hard Takami was again through the nylon…Katsuki knew what he wanted to do.
Katsuki set down the lube, crawled up the bed, kissed Takami’s ankle. He flexed his toes and Katsuki went for his knee, biting the back tendon. The texture was delectable to his tongue and teeth as he did it again. It was kinda hot that he was putting runs in it. Katsuki could see the scars and resisted the urge to trace what he could with his tongue. Then he bit along Takami’s inner thigh, higher and higher.
Takami suppressed his voice, but his body talked. A muscle quivering here, skin pebbling there, until finally Katsuki breathed on Takami’s sac and received a sigh, a twitch of his trapped, leaking dick. Katsuki didn’t try to hide his laugh, but kept it hushed too. Takami’s narrowed eyes and hitching breath made it worth it.
Katsuki locked gazes with him as he opened his mouth over the head and licked. Takami wet and pursed his lips, eyes fluttering shut, keeping still. Then Katsuki dispensed with the teasing, grabbing what he could through Takami’s body stocking and slobbering along the shaft. Takami’s hand thudded against the headboard, other clutching Katsuki’s hair. Katsuki couldn’t get his hand all the way around but it didn’t stop him, even when Takami writhed beneath him.
“Ah, fuck–” Takami choked on a gasp. That’s what Katsuki wanted to hear. So he moaned his approval with added saliva, hooked his arm around Takami’s thigh and pulled him closer. It was sexy that Katsuki had to free his cock, biting the nylon at the base of his shaft, and Takami was vocal with encouragement.
Both hands in his hair, Takami understood the assignment and took control of the pace, fucked Katsuki’s face. He babbled filthy things, thrusting into Katsuki’s mouth. He played with Takami’s nipple through the nylon with his free hand. Takami whimpered and Katsuki liked it, squeezed.
Takami tugged Katsuki off and up to him. He looked wrecked, still damp and shifting upright to take Katsuki’s neck. Takami’s gaze was fixed on Katsuki’s lips. And Katsuki had already fantasized about devouring his mouth.
Takami held Katsuki just before they met, murmured against his lips, “It’s my turn now,” and kissed him. Soft and firm, Katsuki relished the clean taste and smell of him, before Takami’s musk filled both their mouths. He missed making out with someone and Takami was skilled with his tongue, though Katsuki would never say it. The bastard already knew.
His quiet sighs were turning Katsuki on more than they should. So Katsuki plundered his mouth to shut him up. It, of course, amused Takami. Then Katsuki was on his back, flipped over underneath a dumb laugh. And before Katsuki could get in a word, Takami captured his mouth again, scraping his bottom lip through his teeth.
Katsuki gasped and nipped back. Back and forth they traded increasingly lewd kisses, seeing how far they could get into each other’s mouths. Takami wasn’t giving him a chance to breathe and Katsuki made him pay for it by grabbing his cock. He only laughed. Again.
Takami then had him panting by ripping the nylon covering his entrance. Yes, it was what he wanted but the texture was raw and sensitive. If Takami was any good, Katsuki would be in overstimulation territory quickly. Takami took control of Katsuki’s mouth by holding it, tongue slow and exploring. It, and a lube covered finger, helped Katsuki relax into the stretch.
“That’s it. Yeah, Bakugo. Doing so good for me.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Takami bit his own lip, “Mm, love when you talk back,” and stopped Katsuki’s protest with a searing kiss. When Takami hit the spot Katsuki didn't catch the sigh before it slipped out. At least Takami didn’t laugh, only smiling as he licked and grazed Katsuki’s collarbones. It was a comfortable rhythm and Katsuki was ready to feel Takami inside him.
Takami hummed, taking one of Katsuki’s nipples in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Katsuki swallowed, arching into Takami’s touch, just resisting putting hands in his hair. The instinct was to keep his hands to himself, maybe have them bound above his head. That added restraint to slow the onslaught of pleasure.
“You’re gonna have to turn around for me, gorgeous.” Takami kissed down his chest, easing his fingers from Katsuki.
“Fuck you.”
“Ha! Been trying for years.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes, turning over. “I knew you were gonna be a pain in the ass.”
“And I just knew you’d be a sweet, obedient bottom.” Something solid and warm bounced against his hole distracting Katsuki from responding. The bottle cap opening, the cool lube, and Takami’s quiet hum as he dragged his cock between Katsuki’s cheeks.
Takami draped over Katsuki, trailing hand, then tongue over the scar on his back. The one he got from protecting Izuku, and almost dying. The scar tissue didn’t dull the sensation much, so he leaned into it when Takami lingered. He massaged over Katsuki’s sides, up his ribcage, lips caressing his spine. Katsuki was imagining the tingle from the nylon that must be affecting Takami’s lips, like his when he’d gone up his legs.
He licked his lips. “Now show me what you got.”
Katsuki received a humid laugh and nod against his neck and a hand guiding Takami’s cock into his waiting hole. Takami bit him on the trap muscle, sliding in, sliding out. Katsuki hissed and groaned, forearms jelly-like, pushing back to take more.
Takami growled, “Shit. Yes.”
Katsuki clenched. More in response to Takami’s voice.
“Oh, Bakugo, that’s not fair.” Takami snapped his hips forward. “See? That’s what happens when you mess around.”
His rhythm made Katsuki breathless, sound punched from him with every thrust. Katsuki clutched the sheets beneath him, spreading his thighs for a more direct angle. Katsuki’s stomach swooped with Takami’s bruising grip on his hips. He wanted evidence of this and the thought washed warm up his back, neck and prickled his scalp.
Like Takami read Katsuki’s mind, he leaned down, mouth attached to his shoulder blade with a harsh bite. Katsuki gasped, “F-fuck,” and his cock jumped.
Takami’s arms came around Katsuki’s chest, his mouth still sucking and practically chewing. Katsuki shuddered and whimpered when he let go. The rhythm slowed, deepened, and another heated sparkle of pleasure-pain on the nape of his neck. Katsuki moaned and reached for Takami’s head.
“Harder.” Katsuki almost didn’t recognize his voice, sweating with exertion and the friction of nylon on nylon.
Takami’s breath was harsh in Katsuki’s ear, but he grunted, going harder. He adjusted his grip, one arm around Katsuki, the other ripped the nylon and took hold of his erection. Just a fist that Katsuki fucked, pushing into Takami with abandon. Takami kept kissing and biting and Katsuki encouraged more, tangling in thick and grabable hair to keep Takami close.
That quiet moan of Takami’s, pitched higher and tremulous against Katsuki’s temple. He had to admit it excited him. Takami licked up Katsuki’s ear, legs shaking, arm tightening, fevered pace spiraling toward ecstasy. Katsuki sighed and throbbed on the verge and then Takami spasmed his release inside him. Torrid and satisfying.
Takami’s hand paused at Katsuki’s clenching undulations, pulsing the last of his orgasm. Then he resumed stroking Katsuki. It only took a few before Katsuki followed Takami over the peak, spilling in his hand with another shuddered moan. His skin pebbled everywhere, body going limp. Takami sighed, catching his breath and kissing the side of Katsuki’s face.
Through the haze Takami twisted Katsuki so he could kiss him again, and he let him. That tongue of his. Katsuki clenched again, circling his hips, and Takami gasped into his mouth.
“Little shit.” Takami barely whispered.
Katsuki laughed. “You deserved it.”
They separated and cleaned up, settling on their backs. The glow endured and Takami crawled over Katsuki, seeking his mouth. It wasn’t lustful, but the patterns they’d already created with each other were irresistible. The smoothness of Takami’s body. Takami pulled Katsuki closer.
Katsuki’s tongue caught the scar tissue on Takami’s cheek and followed it down his neck. Takami grinded, sighed and bared himself further. Katsuki took advantage and savored tracing Takami’s scars with his tongue. Katsuki encompassed his ribcage, trailing down his waist with his hands and indulged in the scars on his chest.
Takami laughed quietly, nudging Katsuki’s head back to his mouth. His kiss turned soft, like his voice and…it felt right. Katsuki held his neck to luxuriate, breathing through his nose. Takami was the first to pull away panting. Their eyes met and Katsuki blinked. Takami’s expression was full of something.
“What?”
Takami shook his head, smiled. “Nothing.” He bumped Katsuki’s nose, lips parted to kiss him.
Katsuki leaned just out of reach. “Tell me.”
Takami’s head tilted (like a fuckin’ bird), searching and he shrugged, “You’re just prettier than I thought you’d be.”
It was too warm all of a sudden.
“See, I said it was nothing.”
Katsuki tried to get up to hide the red he could feel taking over his face. Takami pushed him back down.
“Wait. Are you blushing right now?”
“Shut up.” Katsuki hissed and pulled him back to his mouth. Takami laughed into it, in his chest and Katsuki bit his lips. Then he flipped Takami onto his back. “See, asshole? I can do it too.”
Takami licked his lips, raised a thick brow. “Yeah, you can. Doesn’t change the fact I made you blush.” He leaned up to kiss him.
“Alright, playtime’s over.”
Katsuki straightened away amidst Takami’s protests, grabbed one of his pillows and smothered him with it. Takami threw up his hands, said something he couldn’t understand, fumbled for a pillow and Katsuki pinned his wrists. He laughed and put up a fight.
Then something that sounded like, “What are we? Five?” Takami batted aside the pillow with his face, and blew out damp strands of hair around his cheeks and forehead.
“I was not…blushing.” Katsuki said, close enough to see the brown on the edge of Takami’s dilated pupils. Takami pursed his lips in an infuriating effort not to laugh. “What’s so funny?” And Katsuki bit his neck.
Takami gasped and went limp. Katsuki hedonistically sucked the textured skin, delighted in the whimpers Takami made. He pulled away with a lewd pop, sat up, looking at his handiwork. It was already red, turning purple.
Takami’s chest heaved and goddamn he looked good like this: having been fucked out, encased in damp nylon, bruised and under Katsuki.
“Fuck you.” Takami taunted soft and thick, barely straining against Katsuki’s hold.
“Oh, you want me to…” Katsuki said before leaning back down to lick and nibble Takami’s nipples. Takami huffed, trying to contain the squirming. At least until Katsuki bit his chest, leaving the same mark as his neck. Then Takami arched and his thighs closed around Katsuki’s hips with a moan. Katsuki couldn’t help but let go of his wrists, greedy for Takami’s hands on him.
And Takami touched eagerly. Pulled Katsuki’s hips against him, and threading his hair. Takami’s nails were blunt as they scratched his sides, scraped Katsuki’s scalp. It prickled down his spine, pooled in his gut. Katsuki kissed and bit Takami all over, ending with his ribs. He lost track of how many bruises he’d left.
Katsuki licked back up Takami’s trembling muscles, his tongue tingling with the texture. So when he kissed Takami, the contrast of wet softness made him slow down. Takami was sighing and moaning, instinctually rolling his hips to Katsuki’s new rhythm. The heat built, familiar and syrupy, Takami’s wide mouth, so receptive. They were half hard, hearts pounding. He could get off like this, the raw friction right on the edge of overstimulation.
Katsuki leaned back before they were at the point of no return. Takami’s breath hitched and fuck, his brimming eyes with those markings, leftover makeup. Katsuki clenched his jaw so it didn’t drop open. Takami’s tongue played behind his teeth and he blinked. “What?”
“Tch,” Katsuki huffed, tilted his head, “nothing.”
Takami lifted his chin, “Yeah?” and reached between them, took hold of himself.
Katsuki sat up to watch Takami’s first languid stroke. And another. It was this raw sensuality that Katsuki was drawn to. The confidence and mischief. Katsuki’s mouth watered watching Takami and grabbed the lube, poured some in his hand, some in Takami’s. It heightened, softened the pleasure. He was watching Katsuki, cool, but focused, shameless in everything he did.
“Fuckin’ pervert.”
Takami nodded and they leaned into each other, rhythm synced up and Katsuki’s attention narrowed to the sound of it, their breath, his hand. Sharp and fast. Takami looked so good, flushed and desperate. And it was Katsuki that got him there. His breath was hot on his face.
Katsuki gave in to the impulse to capture his mouth, wanting not just to feel him again, but to tease him over the edge. He already knew the tremble that started in Takami’s core when he was close, the pitch of his moan. It was higher this time, the vibration a touch more frantic. He couldn’t help smiling into the kiss, or the surge of pride at being the cause of Takami feeling good.
Oh, it burned up Katsuki’s cock, heat melting into his muscles for that full body shockwave he could feel coming. Their tongues twisted and Katsuki pulled Takami’s tongue between his teeth, moaning into him. It elicited the gasp and whine Katsuki already craved, the subsequent warmth spurting between them. The clenched chase of the relief in shudders and slow pulses.
Katsuki followed, hit in the chest, ears ringing and mind wiped blank. Fuck, it felt so good, the satisfaction immeasurable. The smell of sex, and the beat of his heart made Katsuki content. A good and thorough fuck did wonders. Even if it was with the most unlikely of people.
“Fuck.”
Takami sounded just as satiated and Katsuki subconsciously nodded in agreement. Even as the endorphins settled and he looked over at Takami, he didn’t regret it. Post nut clarity only solidified that he wanted to do this again. He could tell this wouldn’t change their dynamic, Takami would still be a pain in the ass, but it was good to be able to break that tension.
“You’re staring again.” His voice was soft, but raspy with sex. Hot.
“Shut up.” No heat behind it.
Takami only smiled, looked back at the ceiling, knees knocking into Katsuki’s. “I don’t know about you, but I’d do this again.”
Katsuki hummed, glad he wasn’t the first one to bring it up. Despite them having danced around, Takami was pretty direct. He liked that.
“Give me your number.” Katsuki could be too.
Takami grumbled. “You’re gonna make me get up?”
Katsuki sighed, “Lazy motherfucker,” and got up. To get his phone. This fucking bastard.
“What?”
He ignored him. Found his phone. Came back and got them cleaned up. Takami got his ass up and got his phone too, his bag. They exchanged numbers. And then set to ripping the nylon bodystockings off. Takami dressed in a hoodie and pulled his hair back, secured it with a hair tie. Katsuki forgot he did that.
“So yeah, text me. I’ll be around.” Takami said, hands in his pockets.
“Yeah.”
“Well, ‘til next time…Great Expl—”
“Get out!”
And Takami left behind a laugh as he closed the door that didn’t annoy Katsuki like it used to.