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Shuffling of fabrics and light curses bounce off the walls of the empty locker room.
Katsuki swears he had it.
He’s strict about his nighttime routine. He’s fucking thorough when he inspects and packs his hero suit. He always checks that his gauntlets are functioning, boots are undamaged, and gloves are padded.
Every. Fucking. Night.
Fully dressed in his compression tank and pants, Katsuki digs around in his patent ‘Hero Pinky’ duffel bag looking for his utility belt and garters. The rest of the pieces are strewn across the locker room bench and floor like his bag puked up his whole ensemble. He knows it's in here.
The door creaks open, and Katsuki glares over his shoulder at whoever just showed up for their shift. Of course, Red and Sparky, right on time. The idiot duo takes one look at the room and Katsuki's state of distress and promptly exits without a word.
Smart move for two dumbasses.
He resumes his task, resisting the urge to pull his hair out. Katsuki is never late, nor does he make rookie mistakes like this. Fuck it. He dumps the bag out. Ah, there’s his favorite deodorant, he thought Shouto stole that.
Still no belt, though.
He starts picking up his mess when underneath his extra pair of stirrups, a white piece of paper catches his eye, a photo.
Odd.
He grabs it and tries to recall when he put a picture in his bag. The moment he sees what the Polaroid is of, he slams it to his chest and rapidly checks his surroundings. Confirming his solitude, he slowly peeks at the glorious piece of photography, a mirror pic, of Shouto sitting on their bed.
Despite the camera covering the eyes of the muse, he recognizes his man instantly. Red and white hair effortlessly styled back. The purple mark on his right pec tells Katsuki this is recent. He feels smug looking at what’s his, dragging his thumb over his boyfriend's chest. He looks so good, so–
Wait.
The hell?
Further down that long, toned torso is his goddamn utility belt.
The green material squeezes Shouto’s wider waist. He’s on full display, legs tucked and kicked out to the side, cock hard against his abs. He’s propped up by his free hand, leaning off center. The position gives the illusion of curves and hips that are actually pure muscle. Katsuki feels his breathing pick up as he examines it, how the green garters connected to his belt squeeze Shouto’s pale thighs, bits of fat peek over the taut straps as they give underneath the material.
Like a starved dog, he salivates over the feast laid before him. The blood in his brain rapidly races through his body. He wants to ruin him…and scream at him. Katsuki can’t go into the field without his damn belt. He adjusts himself, cupping over the half-chub in his pants before he debates his next move. The photograph feels like a taunt, but he has to decide if this is the time to be giving into Shouto.
He gives the photo one last once over and squints at what little he can see of Shouto’s face, the flash making it a bit hard to tell, and–
Holy shit.
Lazily held between cherry red lips, Shouto is sucking on a bright orange lollipop like it's getting him off.
“Fuck this,” he mumbles while shooting Kirishima a text. Hastily, his gear ends up back in his duffel. He leaves out the back.
—
Katsuki starts to blast his way home, too impatient to wait for a train. He needs to get to his boyfriend now.
His boyfriend, fellow Pro Hero and live-in Pain In The Ass, returned three days ago and he’s already making Katsuki’s life a living hell again. Gods, he fucking missed him.
The air whips his hair around, blanketing his cheeks and cooling his blush.
All Katsuki has thought about for what feels like forever is Shouto.
Despite being back, they have yet to, ahem, reconnect due to scheduling. How fucking lame is that? Back when they first started dating they would find any moment of alone time to bone—now, they act like old men. It makes him sick.
Katsuki directs his blasts to avoid a billboard of that stupid blonde bird selling pomade and ruminates over their shit reunion. Shouto got back to Japan at 3 am on Monday, and since then, their sleeping schedules could not be more out of sync. By the time he returns home from patrol, Shouto is in full REM, and by the time he is ready for bed, Shouto is waking up. This morning he berated Shouto about getting his sleep fixed and he promised to stay up today. They have only shared a few lazy kisses in greeting before someone falls asleep. Safe to say that Katsuki is definitely, and officially, over it.
He’s still mortified over falling asleep last night while he was in the middle of sucking on Shouto’s tit.
Well, fuck that, and fuck him for stealing his damn belt. If he wanted to get fucked so bad he should’ve just spoken up like a damn adult! With renewed vigor, he soars through the sky like a man on a mission.
What a ridiculous reason to miss work.
—
By the time he reaches their front door, Katsuki is out of breath and out of patience, his dick hurts and his heart aches for his partner. He quickly gets inside and slips out of his boots, setting them neatly next to tall white ones, adrenaline coursing through him as it rushes into his ears, ringing.
Shouto is home, it's still setting in.
Katsuki digs out the precious photograph from an inner pant pocket, for safety reasons, and takes a quick look at his sexy ass boyfriend. Katsuki grips the bulge in his pants for the hundredth time to stave off his neediness. The thought of that smooth skin under his hands just gets him going every time.
Lost in his horny fantasies, a noise from the back of their home catches his attention. He tries to adjust himself again, quietly moving further into the house.
He notes that the TV is off and there are no dishes in the sink; Shouto might already be asleep. At least Katsuki can grab what he needs and suffer through his shift. Pretend he isn’t rocking a set of blue balls for a few hours.
Suddenly, he hears that noise again.
A frustrated moan redirects Katsuki away from the kitchen and down the hall. He notices their door is cracked, walks closer as he lightly pushes it open to get a good look inside.
Facing away from the door, on their bed, is Shouto on his knees. His belt and garters are still neatly in place as Shouto slowly tries to sink onto one of their “emergency dildos.” Shouto is facing their mirror, but his eyes are closed, unaware of Katsuki in the reflection.
He has the perfect view of that little pink hole swallowing the neon intrusion. Shouto’s ass is glistening from all the lube he must’ve used to get prepped, he loves it wet and sloppy when he bottoms. A moan rips from Shouto’s throat, and Katsuki squeezes himself to mimic the tightness of fluttering walls, knees nearly buckling at the feeling.
Shouto’s thighs shakes as he lowers. “Ka–,” he gasps, “not enough,” borderline whining as he eventually bottoms out, sighing. Katsuki eyes the expanse of his back up to his neck as Shouto leans his head back in pleasure. Body unmarked due to months apart— it's completely unacceptable.
“You miss my cock that much, baby?”
With a yelp, Shouto startles and catches himself falling forward onto the duvet, bright dildo sticking out of his ass. The room drops in temperature at a scary rate before Shouto looks in the mirror, finally making eye contact.
“You scared the shit out of me, what the hell, asshole!” Shouto hurls an open tube of lube at Katsuki’s head.
Dodging the attack, Katsuki barks out a laugh. It's rare to catch Todoroki Shouto off guard like that, normally he’s achingly hot and unbothered—but holy shit does he look stupid as hell. Katsuki wipes a couple of fake tears as his laughter dies down. Shouto is now facing him, angry and pouting with a lube-soaked dildo lying next to his knee on their clean blankets.
Consider Katsuki fucking endeared.
“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t resist. You were taking that shitty toy like a pro, though.” The flush on Shouto’s chest makes Katsuki want to reach out, just to feel the heat, just to let himself be consumed. Instead, he leans against the doorframe, taking in the view. Shouto’s hard dick is bowed up against his stomach, the head just touching the dyneema material of his belt. He’s going to have to research how to clean that later.
Shouto tilts his head. Just gonna stand there?
Katsuki walks over and places his hands on Shouto’s waist. Long arms wrap around Katsuki’s neck, cool and warm hands play with the hair at his nape. Shouto whispers in the quiet of their room, “Why are you home so early?” The teasing tone and glint in his ocean eyes do not go unnoticed. Maybe the photo was a challenge which he has officially accepted.
“Left something,” he starts kissing down the side of Shouto’s neck, pulling his naked form flush against his hero suit.
“Whaddya leave?” Shouto slurs in pleasure, presenting more space for Katsuki to bite and suck. Katsuki hums in response and latches onto a collarbone, nipping at pale freckled skin, bringing blood to the surface. His glove-covered hands slide down to pull at the utility belt, following the cord down to the garter that’s leaving a pretty indent on Shouto’s thigh.
He pauses his exploration and brings a hand to his mouth to rip his gloves off. He wants to feel Shouto, skin to skin, but a scorching hand pulls at his arm. “Leave ‘em.”
Katsuki scoffs, but he knows he can never deny a naked Shouto's demands.
“Fine, how do you want to do this? We need to be quick, Eijirou is covering for me right now and he’s shit at lying.”
Katsuki admires Shouto as he leans back, which only accentuates his torso. Shouto was sculpted by the Gods themselves, with corded muscles under creamy soft skin, acting all coy and causing a stir in his pants. And only Katsuki can break through that perfect facade; only Katsuki’s attention turns Todoroki Shouto into a minx.
Whatever idea pops into Shouto’s pretty head kicks him into action. He yanks at Katsuki’s pants, “I want to watch us.”
And that's…yeah, he can do that.
“You want to watch yourself get fucked?” He can feel his smile turn lecherous, dragging his glove up and down Shouto’s side. He shivers at the sensation and nods before cupping Katsuki’s cheek— he'd love to melt into his warm palm, spend the next 12 hours worshiping and cherishing Shouto’s body and attention.
Four tortuous months.
He leans in to captures those soft lips and exhales through his nose in relief. Every nerve in his body settles into himself, months of anxiety and stress purging and being replaced by the feeling of Shouto Shouto Shouto.
He tries to deepen the kiss, swiping his tongue along the seam of his mouth but, without warning, Shouto is pulling Katuski's cock out of his pants and rolling out of bed.
“Where’s the fucking fire?” He feels a little ridiculous standing there, fully dressed with his dick hanging out like this.
“Well, someone interrupted me mid-fuck, and you said we have to be quick.”
Katsuki can’t help but chuckle.
“Did I say something funny?” Shouto asks over his shoulder, already getting into position by holding onto his nightstand. To his left, the mirror gives a perfect side view of Shouto fully bent over. Long legs making room for Katsuki to take his rightful place.
“No, I just missed you so goddamn much.” He moves behind Shouto and lightly pulls at his waist to grind his cock against Shouto’s taint and balls.
Shouto glows at the admission and hums in satisfaction. “Hmm, missed you too.”
Katsuki hates to admit that his initial shame is morphing into a powerful, heady rush in this position. The contrast of his hard dick being the only exposed part of his body while Shouto is practically bare, wrapped only in the green bands of Dynamight’s straps. It’s dirty, wrong even. But, when Shouto moves his hips back and Katsuki’s cock slips up, catching on his stretched, soaked rim all thoughts of impropriety evade him.
He starts to push in and gasps at the lack of resistance. Looking to the side, he swallows at the sight of them in the mirror, his cock slowly disappears into Shouto’s ass, sinking into his soaking heat. “Shit, Shou, I’m sliding right in.” He bottoms out in the first push, watching as Shouto drops his head between his arms, bracing against the stretch that the stupid dildo couldn’t prepare him for.
Shouto peeks over his bicep and catches Katsuki’s eye in the reflection of the mirror. After a few deep breaths through his nose he nods minutely.
Don’t have to tell me twice.
Katsuki looks back to where they’re connected and pulls out halfway before thrusting back in, jerking Shouto’s body forward with the impatient force begging his cock to take more. But his boyfriend takes it in stride and uses his leverage against the nightstand to meet his hips, pressing his greedy ass back against him. They move in tandem, grunting and groaning at the tightness, at how deep Katsuki reaches inside Shouto’s body like this. It’s the first time he’s fucked Shouto in his full suit and the image in the mirror makes Katsuki’s dick pulse, already leaking inside of Shouto's ass. They fuck fast and eager when something catches his eye.
To his right on the bed, the camera Shouto used for his little photo shoot sits innocently by the abandoned toy.
He blankets his body over Shouto’s, shallowly thrusting at the perfect angle to hit his prostate and grabs the camera. Shouto grits his teeth in a keen but maintains their pace as Katsuki is briefly distracted from how phenomenal he feels.
Once he grabs the camera he pulls back up, keeping one hand on his boyfriend's waist and fumbles with the buttons to get the thing on, his bulky gloves not making the multitasking any easier.
“Ka-katsuki. Focus.” Shouto grits out as he takes complete control, fucking himself on Katsuki’s cock desperately. Shouto’s been so good, leaving his cock to hang between his legs untouched, but Katsuki knows he’s pushing his luck.
But, there’s no fucking way he’s not documenting this moment. Pro Dynamight fucking into a naked Todoroki Shouto, fully bent over like a slut, garters and belt drawing your eye to the biting indents along his skin, rubbing irritated till he turns red. Wrecked. Picturesque.
Katsuki keeps fucking his hips forward as he brings the camera up to his eye and snaps a photo towards the mirror. The flash briefly blinds him but he pulls the photo out from the bottom, shakes it and tosses it on the bed before pulling the camera to his eye one more time.
“Say cheese, baby.”
Shouto barely turns his head to look into the mirror and Katsuki snaps the photo, unwilling to risk catching the wrong expression on that handsome, impatient face.
“No. Hurry up.” Shouto is such a brat when he’s not the center of Katsuki’s attention.
“Sorry, you just look too good, need to remember this for reference.” He smiles at his boyfriend salaciously and tosses the camera and second photo back on the bed and resumes taking his man apart. He wraps an arm around to grab Shouto’s dick and the princess moans out, he can only imagine the sensation of his rough glove against the heated skin, rough in its claim.
He begins to jerk Shouto off and elongates his thrusts, dragging each stroke until Shouto mewls. The slapping of Shouto’s bare ass against his hero cargoes is definitely going to leave a mark. Normally, he could feel when Shouto is getting close, the glove makes it hard to tell, but the way Shouto arches his back and his ass tightens and spasms around his cock, Katsuki knows to keep the pace.
With a few more thrusts Katsuki watches in the mirror as Shouto’s body tightens like a bow, toes curling into the rug and his dick spurting out precious cum. Katsuki briefly mourns that he couldn’t snap another photo but when Shouto slumps onto his forearms, too exhausted to do much else, Katsuki decides to cut him some slack.
He can rub one out it in the bathroom before heading out.
As he starts to pull out, Shouto perks his head up and looks back confused. “What’re you doing?” He pants.
“Pulling out?”
“But you’re hard.”
“And?”
Shouto looks at him confused and borderline offended. “I’ll be really pissed off if you leave without cumming in me.” He shakes his ass a little with Katsuki’s hard cock still a quarter of the way inside. Neither of them take kindly to an unequal fuck, some call it competition, he calls it love.
“Don’t worry, Halfie. Lay down.” He pulls the rest of the way out and the cool air makes him clench, Shouto’s body is naturally warmer than anyone he’s ever slept with and he wants back in.
Katsuki really lucked out, bagging him somehow.
They move to the bed, Shouto laying flat while Katsuki shoves a pillow under his hips, soft cock snug against the cotton. Perfect.
Katsuki scooches back to his post and lines up with Shouto's winking hole. He pushes in kindly but resumes fucking into Shouto’s pliant body like the selfish bastard he is. Without worrying about getting Shouto off, he can focus on how tight he’s being squeezed, how Shouto’s insides pulse in overstimulation. His boyfriend buries his face into a pillow to curse at the feeling but luckily the excessive lube that squirts out and makes a filthy mess of his thighs keeps the feeling just on the side of pleasurable.
“Gonna cum, Shou.”
“Don’t pull out,” Shouto spits out before shoving his head back into his emotional support pillow.
Katsuki humps his boyfriend like a horny teenager until blinding ecstasy blossoms from his gut. He snaps his hips once more, finishing as deep as his dick can reach. Quickly though, he pulls out and jerks himself through the lasting orgasm, letting a few more drips of cum fall along the curve of Shouto’s glorious ass.
He sighs and falls on his haunches, holding his softening dick out so he doesn't get jizz on his black pants.
“Katsuki.”
“Hmm?” Katsuki closes his eyes to enjoy this feeling a second longer. It’s been a fucking century since he’s had an orgasm that satisfying. Something hard hits his thigh.
“Wanna see.” Is all Shouto says as he tiredly nudges him with the camera.
Katsuki smiles, endeared as always, and grabs the Polaroid one last time. He takes a glove off and wipes his sweaty hand off on the blankets before bringing the camera up and focusing on his subject.
Shouto’s ass is red from the roughness of his pants, the belt and garters are in disarray, misaligned with the biting red marks they carved into his thighs and hips, and his seed is drippings out of his hole onto his taint and along the curve of his ass, properly marked and claimed as Dynamight’s.
He shakes the photo until it develops.
“Glad I have these next time you leave me.”
Shouto chuckles and twists his body to look up at him, “I’m not ever leaving for that long again.”
Logically, he knows that’s out of their control, but his heart squeezes knowing his silly powerful boyfriend hates being apart just as much as he does.
Shouto gets out of bed and starts to unbuckle Katsuki’s accessories. “Don’t know how you fight with these things, they hurt like hell.” Katsuki rolls his eyes while stuffing his sated cock back into his pants.
“That’s what you get for being a thief.” Shouto tosses him the belts and Katsuki inspects the damage. “They’re sized to my exact body proportions, you giant. The material doesn’t stretch.”
He’s gonna have to soak these! They’re covered in drying spunk.
“Katsuki I think you need to go, just wear your spares.”
He looks at his naked boyfriend who is snooping through Katsuki’s work phone. “My spares?”
Shouto looks amused when he cocks a hip to the side and crosses his arms, unashamed of his floppy dick. “Mei keeps duplicates at the agency, I keep three extra sets of wrist guards and a second vest here.” He tosses his thumb over his shoulder towards the closet.
“Wha–”
“Did you seriously come all the way home for the belt?”
He thought– did Shouto not plan…
“FUCK!”