fantasy au, dragon hybrid Kiri, womb tattoos Katsuki isn’t worried....

fantasy au, dragon hybrid Kiri, womb tattoos

Katsuki isn’t worried. This is the best day of his life so far! Today he stands next to Eijirou, no longer his simply his betrothed, but King Eijirou Leader of the Mountains, crowned on this his wedding day.

Never mind his mother’s hurried words the night before. Words like duty, change, magic, surrender. Words like sacrifice.

He has known Eijirou since they were small. There was no need to fear his best and closest friend, even if that man was now his king.

He glances at the man now, his /husband/ finally, after a decade of betrothal. The man he pledged to spend his life beside.

Eijirou was talking animatedly to a group of their friends. They basked in his happy presence like flowers in the sun. All the while, Eiji’s hand stayed

tightly clasped with Katsuki’s.

Whatever this marriage holds, Katsuki is sure that they can get through it together.

Katsuki keeps his confidence as the night grows longer. His friends say their goodbyes and he’s left alone, for the first time, in the bedroom with his husband.

He smiles as he begins untying laces and popping open buttons. He sways to an unheard beat as he proudly shows off

to a red-faced and flustered Eijirou.

“I-“ Eijirou starts forward, reaching a hand towards Katsuki, “I wanted to—“

Katsuki pushes him back and he lands on the bed with a thump.

“You can have your fun in a minute,” Katsuki tsked, “for now, just watch.”

Though raised seeing each other often, Katsuki’s kingdom did have cultural differences that gave him certain expectations about his wedding night.

He’s spent many hours in hidden corners of the library, devouring books about maidens doing their Virgin Dance as they undress

before their husbands for the first time. It is an act of willing vulnerability, submission in name of ultimate trust.

Katsuki could find no such references in the books in the Kirishima palace library. All of their love scenes used words like “primal” and “on instinct.”

He’s hoping Eijirou’s instincts can take the reins after he’s done stripping.

Katsuki has put a lot of work into his choreography. He’s not one to half-ass anything, especially not a display of love to Eiji. He lets soft silks slide off his shoulders, sways this way and that to catch lace in the light.

Eijirou is mesmerized. He stares open-mouthed,

a line of drool falling from the corner of his mouth. Katsuki makes eye contact with Eijirou and shivers. He’s glad his next move requires turning around. For a moment there, it looked like Eijirou’s pupils had narrowed to slits, like a hunter eyeing its prey.

By the time he’s finished undressing he’s panting. Katsuki’s cheeks are flushed red, not from the exertion of his dance, but from the heat of Eijirou’s gaze.

Eijirou’s eyes had always been wide and red, able to disarm Katsuki so easily. Earlier that day Katsuki’s vows

had tumbled out of him like a confession under that ruby gaze. He’s pledged everything to the only eyes he’ll ever lay himself bare to.

Now, Eijirou’s eyes seem to glow.

“Come here,” Eijirou rasps. He sounds like he’s asking for water in a desert. He sounds like he sending a million ships into battle. He sounds like he can’t be disobeyed.

Katsuki stumbles forward and catches himself on Eijirou’s shoulders.

Though they’ve been engaged for so long, Katsuki has never done more than hold Eijirou’s hand. Now, standing naked between his legs, everything he wants to do overwhelms him.

Eijirou’s hands reach for his waist. His small abdomen is easily encased by his big hands.

Has he always been this small, compared to Eijirou? He’s always seen them as equals, and yet their differences couldn’t be more apparent now.

One of Eijirou’s hands sweeps up his ribcage while the other tugs Katsuki closer.

He could feel a rumbling growl moving through his husband’s body, the sound more animal than man. He hears it rarely—Eijirou had explained that his dragon ancestors had left his line some “lingering traits” which seemed to mostly sum up to growling at anyone who got near Katsuki

Eijirou noses against Katsuki’s neck, licks a hot stripe from his collarbone to his ear. “Mine,” he growls.

“Of course, idiot. Always have been,” Katsuki scoffs, pretending like he’s not turning to putty in this man’s hands, “Always will be.”

As if the words broke the last of his restraint, Eijirou huffs a whine of relief into Katsuki’s neck before baring his teeth and biting down.

Katsuki came.

It shouldn’t have been possible, but Katsuki felt the pleasure coursing through his body. Every sharp point of Eijirou’s teeth lit him up like lightning and his cock pulsed, untouched, between them.

He falls limp as Eijirou gathers him into his lap.

“Katsuki,” Eijirou gasps into his neck, and Katsuki knows exactly what he means. Something is Happening now. To them, between them. He hears the tremble in his voice.

Katsuki is burning. He knows whatever’s started is much too late to stop. But he’s not afraid.

“We can do it, Eiji,” he gasps, sensitive and dazed. His body is throbbing, radiating outward from the bite on his shoulder like a ripple in a pond. He cradles Eijirou’s head against his neck, against his /claim/. “Together. It’s us.”

He tries to be patient as Eijirou processes, but his hot breath on Katsuki’s neck has him squirming, hips swaying as he rubs his dick against Eijirou’s abdomen.

Centuries (seconds) later, Eijirou leans back, looking up at Katsuki. Katsuki meets his gaze and sees the last of Eijirou’s self control disappear.

He’s flipped onto his back as Eijirou ruts against him hard. It’s like he’s trying to devour him, the way he licks and sucks and bites at Katsuki.

And Katsuki loves it. He finally lets himself surrender to the haze that’s been clouding him to the bite.

Parts of his body /aches/. But it’s okay. Eijirou is here. Eijirou seems to know just how to squeeze his aching chest, how to bring his nipples into his mouth. He laps and sucks and kneads and bites all while pressing his hips tight against Katsuki’s.

Any squirming just pressed him harder against the bulge in Eijirou’s pants. And— a coherent thought finally makes its way to the surface— why was Eijirou still wearing pants?!

“Off. Off!” Katsuki shouts, pawing uselessly at the redhead’s waistband.

In an instant, Eijirou is off of him. Katsuki whines at the loss of heat. Eijirou is holding himself very still aaay from Katsuki, clearly using all of his restraint to do so.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something—“

Katsuki cuts of his panicked rambling with “Clothes off, not /you/ off!” Before leaping at the man. He’s caught in solid arms and they make slow and terrible work of removing Eijirou from his clothes. Katsuki is distracted by every revealed inch of flesh, wanting to mark it all

with his teeth and fingernails, while Eijirou is much more interested in groping Katsuki than undoing any buttons. It’s on one such grope that Eiji spreads Katsuki, exposing his hole. Katsuki moans, eyelids fluttering as he arches his back,

pushing all of his weight into Eijirou’s hands. He pants against Eijirou’s chest and keens as a finger touches his hole.

“YES! Eijirou! Ye-ES THERE! /Ah/“ He mouths wetly at Eijirou’s chest in a weak semblance of a kiss, lips moaning against skin.

“Take my pants off,” Eijirou says, and the words rumble through Katsuki’s body. Katsuki rocks back to the finger pressing at his hole as he nods. It feels so good, rocking against Eiji like this…

A finger sliding to the knuckle inside of him and Katsuki’s eyes open as he gasps.

“Focus, baby,” Eijirou chides. And Katsuki can’t help but kiss him because Eijirou is so good, to remind him like that. But he keeps it quick because he needs to focus. He trails his fingertips down Eijirou’s abdomen in a way that earns him a growl before unlacing his pants.

Eijirou let’s put a sigh of release as his cock is released from its confines. Katsuki makes a sound too, though it’s more of a choked gasp. And his hole tightens impossibly around Eijirou’s finger. Eijirou uses his other hand to grip Katsuki’s hair, pulling his head up gently.

“Did you just come,” he asks, voice breathless with disbelief, “from seeing my dick?”

Katsuki is flushed, sweat beading at his temples and eyes glassy. He’s panting, his cute little tongue on display just past his lips.

“Need it,” he whines, “need it Eiji, c’mon!”

Eijirou’s breaths are ragged, sawing in and out of him as he flips Katsuki over so that he’s face down and ass up in front of him. /Presenting/ the beast inside of him rumbles. Eijirou shivers.

Katsuki’s hole looks so small and pink next to Eijirou’s cock.

Even though his hole is slick and Eijirou’s clock is leaking like a fountain, he can’t imagine fitting in there without tearing Katsuki in half. But the beast is pounding at his temples now, insistent, roaring, demanding that he fill Katsuki. He needs to carve a home I’m him.

He tries to summon the faith that courses through him when he meets Katsuki’s eyes. Whatever change is happening, whatever beast is overcoming Eijirou, he and Katsuki can get through it together. Because his Katsuki is strong. Strong enough to take him…

Eijirou blink and finally registers Katsuki sobbing and begging into the bedsheets, hips rolling back as Eijirou’s cock rests idly between his cheeks.

Eijirou slides a soothing hand down Katsuki’s back, the other guiding his cock inside as Katsuki spreads himself open.

Eijirou feels like his soul is being sucked into Katsuki’s tiny hole as it squeezes around his dick. Beyond pleasure, he can’t process the amount of /devotion/ he has for the man beneath him. He feels as if he’s become an arrow, pointing forever at Katsuki.

Everything he is, he’s giving to Katsuki. It’s with this thought that Eijirou gathers the strength to pull out before slamming back in.

Katsuki shouts but Eijirou is already soothing him with wet kisses along his back as he starts up a rhythm.

His saliva is starting to pool in the curve of Katsuki’s back. His hands stayed glued to Katsuki’s hips, pulling him off his cock and then pulling back to meet his thrusts. His Katsuki looks so beautiful spread out like this.

Eijirou feels feral with his need to mark Katsuki, to push himself in deeper, to make himself permanent. Eijirou let’s his fangs drag up either side of Katsuki’s spine, leaving red lines in their wake.

He leaves his mouth over the bite on Katsuki’s shoulder. The taste of blood on his tongue zings straight to his cock. Distantly, he feels a pressure on his forehead, a weight that makes him furrow his brows but does not distract him from his mate.

Katsuki is lost in the slick sounds of their bodies. Every part of their bodies move in perfect harmony. Katsuki pants louder and louder as a fire grows within him, grasping back at Eijirou as he exclaims, “ah, Eijirou! I-it burns.”

Eijirou pulls Katsuki to him and sits up. Katsuki’s eyes roll back as he’s forced to feel every inch of Eijirou pushing up into his body. “Show me where it hurts, baby,” Eijirou pants against his ear and Katsuki mewls, one hand gripping Eijirou’s thigh, the other guiding +

Eijirou’s hand to his lower abdomen.

Eijirou cooed in sympathy and stroked his thumb against the tender area. Katsuki seemed too dazed to notice, but the flush coating Katsuki’s body was starting to form a pattern just above his cock. Blush red and ethereal, the gentle curls+

of the dragon’s womb tattoo settling into Katsuki’s skin.

“It’s good, love,” Eijirou encourages as he traces the heart in the center of the curls, just to feel Katsuki shiver, “It’s us.”

Katsuki makes a vague “nnnnn” sound that could be agreement,+

before digging nails into Eijirou’s thighs and grinding down. Katsuki might’ve screamed as Eijirou’s cock pushed further into him, but he can’t hear. He can’t see. He can’t do anything but feel the white hot pleasure pulsing from where the tip of Eijirou’s cock kissed his insides

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Eijirou whined as he felt Katsuki tighten around him. He was so close, he felt like he would burst. But he didn’t —couldn’t. He ground his hips upwards desperately trying to reach his climax, whimpering into Katsuki’s neck.

Katsuki gasps through the last moments of his orgasm, dragging air into his lungs before heaving it out. Eijirou continued to rut into him, keeping Katsuki from catching his breath fully.

Katsuki keens, pushing weekly at the hands clasped tight around him. He feels sated and warm, ready to snuggle into the warmth around him but Eijirou keeps thrusting—

“Something’s—“ Eijirou starts, cutting himself off with a whine. “It won’t—I can’t!”

Katsuki is trying his best to understand, but he’s stuffed to the brim with dick and can hardly think of anything else.

Katsuki brings his hand up and buries it in Eijirou’s hair. He tugs, trying to get his mouth away from his neck to hear him better. Eijirou lets out a loud moan directly into Katsuki’s ear.

“It’s coming!!” Eijirou cried.

“What, your orgasm?” Katsuki asked.

Eijirou shakes his head as much as he can within Katsuki’s tight grip. “Cant. Not till— they gotta come out.”

“They…what? Come out of where?” Katsuki tried to make sense of what his husband was saying while also angling his hips so that his sweet spot was hit.

Eventually he gave up on the former to put all of his energy towards the latter. “Just keep going, Eiji,” Katsuki pants as his orgasm builds again, “so good. Don’t stop…”

Katsuki arches as Eijirou's cock reaches deep inside of him. Eijirou bites down on Katsuki's neck again and growls, the sound reverberating between them. Katsuki's body trembles as he cums.

His body tips forward and Eijirou follows him down. He's face first in the blankets, sated by Eijirou's warmth draped atop him. When Eijirou pulls his hips back Katsuki whines. He feels emptier than before, but not empty. There's a weight inside of him, just above his prostate.

He wiggles, torn between wanting to be full again and wanting to know what the hell's inside him. Eijirou's hands still his hips before he slides back in. He's taking his time -- Katsuki feels every inch as it slides in. When his hips are pressed to Katsuki's ass, Eijirou grinds+

hard against him. The tip of Eijirou's cock rocked the thing inside of him so pleasurably that Katsuki almost forgot to care about what it was. Almost.

"Eiji, what-" Katsuki gasped. Every slow movement of Eijirou's cock felt like it was scrambling his brain, "what's inside me?"

"Young," Eijirou growls, "brood. Not done. Take-" cutting himself off with a whine, Eijirou begins humping Katsuki in quick little motions. At his words, Katsuki felt a warmth flooding through him from his lower abdomen.

His body filled with a heavy euphoria from knowing he was being bred. That soon he'd be full with his and Eiji's young.

Katsuki places his hand on his abdomen, over their /egg/, and comes all over again. Eijirou is still whining and moaning in his ear, switching erratically from bunny humps to long, slow grinds into Katsuki.