Overtight-katsuki, shinbaku edition. Because it can't be done too...
🍋 Lemon the Ship Sneak 🍋@LemonDropLan
9 views
Aug 09, 2026
~78 min read
1
Overtight-katsuki, shinbaku edition. Because it can't be done too much....
2
Katsuki only came to Mina’s party because Best Jeanist threw him out of the agency gym on Friday afternoon and said he couldn’t return until he attended a “social event” with “one or more friends or acquaintances”.
3
Well, here he is. He even has a drink in his hand, some sort of whiskey cocktail of Sero’s that isn’t bad. It tastes like orange and cherry, but not sweet.
The penalty for avoiding these things is that when he shows up, everyone acts like it’s the second coming.
The penalty for avoiding these things is that when he shows up, everyone acts like it’s the second coming.
4
He’s had Kaminari or Mina hanging on his arm for an hour. Sero insisted on doing a shot with him. Even Kirishima made him weather a hug. It was so awkward Katsuki broke his own rule, unprompted, and took a shot of tequila.
5
And now, one hour and two shots in, he’s trying to nurse the whiskey, but it’s going down too fast. He sucks on the ice to pace himself which means his mouth is too full to protest when Kaminari drags him into a seat at the kitchen table.
6
They’re playing Asshole and Uraraka just left early because she has a shift in the morning.
Katsuki crunches his ice and announces, “Fine, but I’m not playing by any idiotic rules.”
Katsuki crunches his ice and announces, “Fine, but I’m not playing by any idiotic rules.”
7
Sero plays with some complicated set of “house rules” and Katsuki’s never had the patience to learn them. Less so right now when the cards blur a little between blinks.
“As president,” Sero says loudly, “I declare that no rules apply to Bakugou.”
“As president,” Sero says loudly, “I declare that no rules apply to Bakugou.”
8
“Well that’s some bullshit,” Jirou says.
“Yes, great bullshit, sir,” Kaminari says, nodding at Sero.
“Thanks.” Sero gathers the cards and starts shuffling. “Take a drink, Jirou.”
She does it with a scowl as Sero starts dealing out the cards.
“Yes, great bullshit, sir,” Kaminari says, nodding at Sero.
“Thanks.” Sero gathers the cards and starts shuffling. “Take a drink, Jirou.”
She does it with a scowl as Sero starts dealing out the cards.
9
“Watch out,” says a quiet voice at Katsuki’s shoulder. “He’s more of a despot than a president.”
Katsuki turns left and blinks in confusion at wavy purple hair. “Shinsou?” he blurts out. “When the fuck did you get back?”
Katsuki turns left and blinks in confusion at wavy purple hair. “Shinsou?” he blurts out. “When the fuck did you get back?”
10
Laughter breaks out around the table. “Like, two months ago?” Shinsou answers, lips quirking up at one side.
“Dude, you never come out,” Kaminari says, throwing down a pair of jacks.
“Dude, you never come out,” Kaminari says, throwing down a pair of jacks.
11
Katsuki’s still trying to get his brain in order. “You were in the US,” he says. Stating something they all knew already. “For like, two years.” More facts everyone knows. Tequila was a bad idea.
12
Shinsou just nods with a little smile as he plays two kings. “That’s right. I was. Closer to three, actually. And I got back in February.”
“Oh,” Katsuki says, and there’s more random laughter.
“Oh,” Katsuki says, and there’s more random laughter.
13
There’s no reason for him to struggle with this simple sequence of events. And yet somehow he’s having trouble lining up this Shinsou who returned with the Shinsou who left. His hair’s a little darker, and cut better—very short on the sides, and wavy on top.
14
His face is a little thinner, jaw sharper, but there’s something else about him that feels… different. Like he grew up or something. Grew into his skin. He seems more comfortable at the table than he ever did living in the Heights dorm.
15
“Two kings to you,” Shinsou says. He looks up from his hand, meeting Katsuki’s eye from under long, straight lashes.
Katsuki turns back to his cards, face heating. “I pass.”
The game continues as it always does. New rules, new chairs.
Katsuki turns back to his cards, face heating. “I pass.”
The game continues as it always does. New rules, new chairs.
16
Katsuki loses one hand badly and begrudgingly moves down to the end of table. Now he’s caddy-corner from Shinsou. Sero is overthrown and moves to the asshole chair. Jirou is the new president and announces a new rule: if you go out on a two, you have to do something dangerous.
17
“Could you please define dangerous?” Sero asks.
“Danger is in the eye of the beholder,” Jirou says mysteriously.
“So wise, great leader,” Kaminari says. “Too bad I’ll never have a two.”
Jirou pats him on the head. “You’re dangerous enough already. Everybody else drink!”
“Danger is in the eye of the beholder,” Jirou says mysteriously.
“So wise, great leader,” Kaminari says. “Too bad I’ll never have a two.”
Jirou pats him on the head. “You’re dangerous enough already. Everybody else drink!”
18
Katsuki doesn’t really have to participate, per Sero’s pronouncement, but he takes a sip anyway. There’s little left but melting ice.
Shinsou leans towards him and looks in his cup. “I’m going to get a beer. Want another?”
Shinsou leans towards him and looks in his cup. “I’m going to get a beer. Want another?”
19
He’s so close Katsuki can smell the hops on his breath, clean and floral. More alcohol would be bad. Katsuki shakes his head.
Shinsou leans even closer to murmur in his ear. “How about a coke?”
Shinsou leans even closer to murmur in his ear. “How about a coke?”
20
Katsuki’s heartbeat feels as fast and fluttery as a butterfly. He swallows against it and turns his face towards Shinsou. Staring at the flat black hoop in Shinsou’s ear, he whispers back, “Something without caffeine.”
21
“You got it.” Shinsou stands and as he turns towards the kitchen, he sets his hand briefly on Katsuki’s shoulder, fingers dragging off lightly as he walks away.
22
Shinsou brings him a melon soda. Katsuki would never pick it for himself, but he drinks it anyway, shoulder still tingling from the warm weight of Shinsou’s hand.
23
There’s no reason for his head to be spinning like this. Sero makes him drinks all the time. Kaminari is so handsy he’d feel up a statue. And yet it feels like there’s some sort of static energy humming between him and Shinsou. Like they’d spark if they touched.
24
It feels a little crazy, all this chemistry out of nowhere, but Katsuki doesn’t have a single doubt that Shinsou feels it too. No. That’s not the problem at all. Shit.
Katsuki drags his eyes away from Shinsou’s profile and back to his cards. There’s no good going down this path.
Katsuki drags his eyes away from Shinsou’s profile and back to his cards. There’s no good going down this path.
25
The game continues and Katsuki tries to focus. He miraculously manages to stay out of the asshole seat. Shinsou plays better, working his way up the ranks. Eventually, he lays down his last card, a two, and says, “Well, well, well. Prepare for the reign of President Shinsou.”
26
“Not so fast!” Jirou yells. “You can’t play that until you do something dangerous!”
“But I’m President,” Shinsou says.
“Not yet you aren’t. The hand isn’t over yet.”
Shinsou rolls his eyes. “Fine. So uh… dangerous?”
“But I’m President,” Shinsou says.
“Not yet you aren’t. The hand isn’t over yet.”
Shinsou rolls his eyes. “Fine. So uh… dangerous?”
27
“Mmhm.”
Shinsou’s nose wrinkles as he looks around the room. “But don’t damage Mina’s apartment, right?”
“That’s right!” Mina calls from the kitchen.
Shinsou’s nose wrinkles as he looks around the room. “But don’t damage Mina’s apartment, right?”
“That’s right!” Mina calls from the kitchen.
28
"I gotta admit,” Sero says, “this rule makes me a wee bit nervous.”
“There’s some expired lunchmeat in the fridge,” Mina yells.
Shinsou grimaces.
“Prank call Aizawa?” Kaminari suggests. “I’ve got his cell number."
“There’s some expired lunchmeat in the fridge,” Mina yells.
Shinsou grimaces.
“Prank call Aizawa?” Kaminari suggests. “I’ve got his cell number."
29
Shinsou’s nose wrinkles further and he looks at Katsuki. Then his eyes light up. “No wait.” He smiles. “I got it.” Then, without warning, he leans over and kisses Katsuki on the mouth.
30
It’s just one kiss. Barely more than a peck, only Katsuki can still feel the soft press of Shinsou’s mouth after he pulls back. He’s clenching the melon soda in one hand. Four cards in the other. His skin prickles from the top of his head all the way down his spine.
31
Shinsou’s still close. His gaze dips down to Katsuki’s mouth. Then back up. “Sorry,” he says, eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s just, you’re dangerous.”
32
Katsuki’s heart thuds three times as Sero laughs out loud, Kaminari says, “oooooooh.” and Jirou says, “oh shit.”
Then the cup of melon soda explodes in his right hand.
Then the cup of melon soda explodes in his right hand.
33
It’s not a big explosion—it doesn’t even destroy the solo cup, but it does spray the two of them, and the wall behind them, in a heavy mist of soda.
34
There’s a beat of silence where Katsuki’s frozen, watching Shinsou blink soda out of his eyes, and then Sero’s laughter jolts everyone into motion.
35
Kaminari runs into the kitchen for towels. Jirou takes the blackened plastic out of Katsuki’s hand. Sero laughs so hard he slides off his chair and under the table and Shinsou wipes his face with a wry smile.
“See? Dangerous. Like I said.”
“See? Dangerous. Like I said.”
36
Katsuki tries to act like it wasn’t a total accident. Like he was making a joke. Like he wasn’t, still isn’t, dizzy and off-balance. He’s a terrible actor, but everyone’s busy being hysterical and cleaning the walls.
37
And now he smells like melon. God, it’s on his neck. In his hair. Drying tight on his cheeks and spattered on his shirt.
“Paper towels aren’t gonna cut it,” he says, pushing Kaminari away. Plus, the bathroom has a door he can lock.
“Paper towels aren’t gonna cut it,” he says, pushing Kaminari away. Plus, the bathroom has a door he can lock.
38
He slips into Mina’s room, then her bathroom, and does as much good as he can with a sink and a washcloth. Until he can shower, he’s gonna smell like a teenage girl who fell into one of those lotion shops at the mall, but at least his neck won’t be sticky on the train ride home.
39
A little distance helps clear his head. He knows what he should do. A quick goodbye, a train ride, the night’s almost over.
But no, it’s not that easy. When Katsuki eases open the door, Shinsou’s waiting in the dark hallway outside Mina’s room.
But no, it’s not that easy. When Katsuki eases open the door, Shinsou’s waiting in the dark hallway outside Mina’s room.
40
He’s leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, just waiting. Not even pretending to do something else.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” Katsuki echos. He stops when he should keep walking.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” Katsuki echos. He stops when he should keep walking.
41
“I think I might have been out of line,” Shinsou says.
Katsuki’s mind is empty of words. What can he possibly say? It made perfect sense that Shinsou kissed him, like the game was an arrow pointing towards that moment. The kiss isn't the problem.
Katsuki’s mind is empty of words. What can he possibly say? It made perfect sense that Shinsou kissed him, like the game was an arrow pointing towards that moment. The kiss isn't the problem.
42
“It’s fine,” Katsuki says finally. He takes two steps before Shinsou catches his wrist. He doesn’t tug, but Katsuki stops anyway.
“Was it fine?” Shinsou asks.
Katsuki doesn’t answer, so Shinsou comes to stand in front of him. “If it was fine, then I’d wanna do it again.”
“Was it fine?” Shinsou asks.
Katsuki doesn’t answer, so Shinsou comes to stand in front of him. “If it was fine, then I’d wanna do it again.”
43
No words. Katsuki stares at the collar of Shinsou’s black t-shirt as he leans a little closer. This is bad, bad, bad. Katsuki’s chest is full of sparks, his stomach full of lead. Shinsou’s mouth is near his ear.
44
“You just need to tell me,” he says. His cheek brushes along Katsuki’s. He smells like hops and melon. “If it’s not…” he tilts his head… “fine.”
He waits one, warm breath, then he kisses the corner of Katsuki’s mouth and the heat of it just about sets Katsuki on fire.
He waits one, warm breath, then he kisses the corner of Katsuki’s mouth and the heat of it just about sets Katsuki on fire.
45
When Shinsou draws back, Katsuki’s face turns up, magenetized. It’s hard to keep his eyes open. Maybe he could… just for a minute…
Shinsou smiles and slinks an arm around Katsuki’s waist. “You’re not so dangerous without a soda in your hand, are you?”
Shinsou smiles and slinks an arm around Katsuki’s waist. “You’re not so dangerous without a soda in your hand, are you?”
46
When he leans back in, Katsuki’s lips are parted. A sound tears out of him as Shinsou pulls him flush.
A kiss is okay. One kiss, it’s been so long since anyone kissed him. Just a kiss in a dark hallway that spins him around.
A kiss is okay. One kiss, it’s been so long since anyone kissed him. Just a kiss in a dark hallway that spins him around.
47
Tumbles his resolve until his arms wrap around Shinsou’s neck. Katsuki’s lips are wet, his hips pushing forward, shoulders pressed against the wall. Nothing but Shinsou’s body against his and hungry, slow, deep kisses that promise more than Katsuki’s willing to give.
48
More than he could give in a hallway, even if he wanted to, no matter how good Shinsou’s hands feel under his shirt. Skimming up his back, then down along his ribs, hungry for more skin. Easing under his waistband. Fuck. They have to stop.
49
Katsuki turns his head away, panting. Shinsou makes a low sound into Katsuki’s hair. “You taste delicious,” he murmurs, cinching his arm tighter around Katsuki’s waist, keeping them belly to belly. His eyes are dark and delighted.
He thinks there’s more.
He thinks there’s more.
50
“I have an early morning,” Katsuki whispers.
Shinsou’s eyebrows lift, then he straightens, letting the light come between them. “It’s ten,” he says, letting confusion lilt the ending into a gentle question.
Shinsou’s eyebrows lift, then he straightens, letting the light come between them. “It’s ten,” he says, letting confusion lilt the ending into a gentle question.
51
“Yeah.” Katsuki puts a hand on the center of Shinsou’s chest. Shinsou looks down at it frowning, then steps back. “I gotta go. I’ll… see you around.”
His hand slips off Shinsou as he turns away. The want that sparked between them aches as it stretches, but he keeps walking.
His hand slips off Shinsou as he turns away. The want that sparked between them aches as it stretches, but he keeps walking.
52
“See you around,” Shinsou says, with the same ache in his voice.
Katsuki nods without turning back.
Wanting is different than doing.
Katsuki nods without turning back.
Wanting is different than doing.
53
To the top!
🍋 Lemon the Ship Sneak 🍋@LemonDropLan
Overtight-katsuki, shinbaku edition. Because it can't be done too much....
54
Katsuki doesn’t think about things he can’t have. He’s good at it—good at discipline in general. There’s always work to soak up all his attention. Training. Patrols. Reports. The time passes, and dark hallways and the scent of melon fade into the distance.
Until…
>> Hey
Until…
>> Hey
55
Katsuki nearly drops his phone. It’s from Shinsou. Shinsou texted him, and his number was already in Katsuki’s phone, neatly labeled “Shinsou Hitoshi.”
He must have had it since high school. It’s kind of bizarre to think about.
He must have had it since high school. It’s kind of bizarre to think about.
56
Shinsou was nothing to him then. Katsuki can’t even remember typing it in for some group project or field trip or something.
He didn’t think twice about Shinsou Hitoshi. Now one word has him sweating.
He didn’t think twice about Shinsou Hitoshi. Now one word has him sweating.
57
Oh no, more words arrive.
>> It’s Shinsou. Turns out I live above the spiciest noodle shop on the east side of town. Want to get dinner and catch up?
>> It’s Shinsou. Turns out I live above the spiciest noodle shop on the east side of town. Want to get dinner and catch up?
58
Shit. What’s he supposed to do about this? Katsuki locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket. He’ll think of something later.
Except he doesn’t.
Except he doesn’t.
59
There’s nothing to say, really. He goes to bed without responding. Then two days pass, studiously not thinking about Shinsou, and soon it’s too late to respond at all. The messages fade into lingering guilt, along with that kiss in the hallway, which he also doesn’t think about.
60
Unfortunately, they share a friend group.
Two weeks after accidentally purposefully kissing Shinsou in Mina’s apartment, Katsuki sees him again. It’s Ochako’s sushi birthday dinner and he promised he’d come when they shared a shift a month ago.
Two weeks after accidentally purposefully kissing Shinsou in Mina’s apartment, Katsuki sees him again. It’s Ochako’s sushi birthday dinner and he promised he’d come when they shared a shift a month ago.
61
Back straight, trying to look anywhere else, Katsuki takes a seat across the table from Shinsou, and two seats to the left. It’s far enough away that they don’t have to talk. It’s not so far that Katsuki can ignore him without being rude.
62
But Katsuki has no poker face, and Shinsou reads him as soon as their eyes meet. Shinsou’s eyebrows raise a little, his mouth tightens, and Katsuki has two seconds to register a flicker of disappointment before Shinsou turns his attention back to Mina and Kaminari.
63
He doesn’t look at Katsuki again all night.
Oh, he’s not rude about it. Not pissy or whatever. He smiles and tells jokes and talks to everyone and nudges Sero in the shoulder and steals unagi off of Kaminari’s plate and fiddles with the straw in his drink.
Oh, he’s not rude about it. Not pissy or whatever. He smiles and tells jokes and talks to everyone and nudges Sero in the shoulder and steals unagi off of Kaminari’s plate and fiddles with the straw in his drink.
64
But whatever hummed between the two of them the other night, Shinsou’s cut it off at the source.
He looks at Katsuki like he’s seeing the wallpaper behind him. No, that’s not it. He looks at Katsuki like he’s a dutiful nephew waiting for his auntie to finish his story.
He looks at Katsuki like he’s seeing the wallpaper behind him. No, that’s not it. He looks at Katsuki like he’s a dutiful nephew waiting for his auntie to finish his story.
65
Nope, still not it. He looks like Katsuki like they never kissed at all and Katsuki doesn’t need to worry about it, and why does that feel so shitty when that’s what Katsuki’s been trying to pretend all week?
66
What is it about Shinsou, anyway? Katsuki has plenty of time to look since Shinsou spends most of dinner facing the other end of the table. Shinsou’s not bad looking, but he’s not a knockout or anything.
67
His skin is fair and smooth. It looks more porcelain and less sallow now that his hair is darker. His bone structure is kind of… delicate. High cheekbones and a straight nose. His smile is broader than Katsuki remembers, like that chip on his shoulder has been sanded away.
68
Ah fuck. Shinsou turns back and catches Katsuki staring. Mid-laugh, maybe he is a knockout. Shinsou raises an eyebrow and Katsuki turns back to his plate.
69
Katsuki claws his way to the end of dinner trying to focus on some hour-long story about Todoroki’s pottery class. The check finally arrives, and soon everyone is piling onto the sidewalk to hug and say goodbye and arrange rides.
Katsuki drags behind and slips into the bathroom.
Katsuki drags behind and slips into the bathroom.
70
He hates that kinda scene anyway—too much touching, and he doesn’t want to shuttle people all over the city, and he’s hiding from Shinsou, okay? If he gives them five minutes, they’ll clear out and he can go home in peace.
71
He checks his email on the toilet for a few minutes, washes his hands. Everything’s fine until he walks by their table on his way out, not yet bussed, and notices Shinsou’s leather jacket hanging over the back of a chair.
72
Life just can’t be simple, can it? Of course he’s not going to leave it there. Despite recent events, he’s not a terrible person. He can give it to Kaminari or someone at the office tomorrow, and they’ll get it to Shinsou.
73
Katsuki grabs it off the chair as he passes and accidentally drops it on the floor because it’s heavy as body armor…oh jesus christ. It’s a motorcycle jacket. One of those heavy black leather ones with the kevlar plates or whatever. Since when does that fucker ride a bike?
74
Ugh. That’s gonna be sexy and Katsuki does /not/ need to see it.
It’s almost enough to make him leave the jacket, but he throws it over his arm and heads out. He’s on the sidewalk when it hits him. Shinsou’s gonna realize he forgot his jacket as soon as he gets to his bike.
It’s almost enough to make him leave the jacket, but he throws it over his arm and heads out. He’s on the sidewalk when it hits him. Shinsou’s gonna realize he forgot his jacket as soon as he gets to his bike.
75
Yep. Shit. There he is, jogging around the corner. Well, this is gonna be fun.
“Hey,” Shinsou says, half breathless.
Katsuki holds out his jacket.
“Oh. Thanks.”
“No prob,” Katsuki says. And then they stand there. “Well. Bye?”
“Hey,” Shinsou says, half breathless.
Katsuki holds out his jacket.
“Oh. Thanks.”
“No prob,” Katsuki says. And then they stand there. “Well. Bye?”
76
Shinsou’s nose wrinkles up. “Did you drive here?”
“Yeah, why? You’ve gotta bike, don’t you?” The last thing Katsuki needs is Shinsou in his car.
“Yeah, it’s just…” Shinsou runs his hand through his hair and laughs apologetically. “We’re probably parked in the same garage.”
“Yeah, why? You’ve gotta bike, don’t you?” The last thing Katsuki needs is Shinsou in his car.
“Yeah, it’s just…” Shinsou runs his hand through his hair and laughs apologetically. “We’re probably parked in the same garage.”
77
Super. Katsuki squints into the fading yellow of sunset. “Yeah, let’s go.”
They make it a block in silence before Shinsou pipes up. “You know, it really doesn’t have to be this awkward.”
They make it a block in silence before Shinsou pipes up. “You know, it really doesn’t have to be this awkward.”
78
Katsuki grunts, annoyed that Shinsou’s trying to fix it when it’s not his fault to begin with.
“People don’t want to date me all the time.”
Katsuki laughs before he can help it.
“People don’t want to date me all the time.”
Katsuki laughs before he can help it.
79
“It builds character. I’ve got tons of that stuff.” Shinsou gives Katsuki a sideways look. “And ghosting counts for double, so…”
Ouch. Katsuki grimaces. “Sorry. It’s not you.”
“Mmmhm.” Shinsou nods along like he’s acting in a bad play.
Ouch. Katsuki grimaces. “Sorry. It’s not you.”
“Mmmhm.” Shinsou nods along like he’s acting in a bad play.
80
“No. I mean. It’s me, I don’t date. It’s complicated.”
“It’s fine, Bakugou. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” They’ve reached the garage and Shinsou holds open the door to the stairwell.
“It’s fine, Bakugou. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” They’ve reached the garage and Shinsou holds open the door to the stairwell.
81
“I’m not /trying/ to explain myself,” Katsuki snaps, because Shinsou’s not getting it. He’s already decided what the story is, and he’s wrong. “I’m trying to explain /you/.”
“Me?” Shinsou asks. “What about me?”
“Me?” Shinsou asks. “What about me?”
82
“You’re fine. You’re hot, actually. It’s got nothing to do with you that I’m weird.” The metal door slams shut behind them.
Shinsou’s eyebrows raise. “Oh. Thank you.”
Katsuki shrugs and starts to trudge up the stairs.
“You’re hot, too, but I can be normal about it.”
Shinsou’s eyebrows raise. “Oh. Thank you.”
Katsuki shrugs and starts to trudge up the stairs.
“You’re hot, too, but I can be normal about it.”
83
Katsuki huffs, smiling.
“I’ll stop being so charming all the time.”
“Starting when?” Katsuki asks, turning back to see Shinsou, a few stairs behind. Shinsou looks up with a grin, and the electricity between them snaps back so hard Katsuki’s hair stands on end.
“I’ll stop being so charming all the time.”
“Starting when?” Katsuki asks, turning back to see Shinsou, a few stairs behind. Shinsou looks up with a grin, and the electricity between them snaps back so hard Katsuki’s hair stands on end.
84
Shinsou’s smile crooks up at the side. He’s stopped because Katsuki stopped. They’re only one step apart. “Bakugou, are you flirting with me?”
Oh shit. Is he?
“Don’t worry,” Shinsou says, still teasing. “You don’t have to date me just ‘cuz you flirt with me.”
Oh shit. Is he?
“Don’t worry,” Shinsou says, still teasing. “You don’t have to date me just ‘cuz you flirt with me.”
85
“No, I—” Katsuki tries to step back for space to think, but he’s standing on /stairs/. His heel hits the riser behind him and he staggers backwards into the handrail, flailing his arm out for balance and knocking Shinsou in the chest.
86
“Whoa.” Shinsou grabs Katsuki’s arm to keep him upright, but Shinsou’s not steady either, so he ends up jerking Katsuki forward. They curse and stumble down two stairs...
87
nearly plummeting headfirst onto metal-lined concrete until Shinsou manages to catch Katsuki’s weight, pinning Katsuki up against the handrail.
“Shit,” Shinsou pants, chest pressing against Katsuki’s. “You okay?”
“Shit,” Shinsou pants, chest pressing against Katsuki’s. “You okay?”
88
It’s an unfair question to ask when his mouth is two inches away. Of course Katsuki’s not okay. All his good judgement has been pressed away by the solid warmth of Shinsou’s body. He grabs Shinsou’s shirt with both hands and closes the gap.
89
Shinsou’s already moving like he expected it. Maybe he knew it was coming the whole time. He’s got one hand on the back of Katsuki’s head, the other pressing hard down the side of his body. Shinsou grabs him by the thigh and then his leg is wrapped around Shinsou’s hip.
90
With Shinsou one step down, they line up—mouth, belly, hips, all messy in motion together. Hands greedy, Shinsou paws over Katsuki, cups his ass, and rolls into him.
91
It’s the momentum that keeps Katsuki going. The frantic need to cram as much contact as possible into the next minute. Thirty seconds. It can’t go on too long, but it’s already started and it’s moving so fast his thoughts are tumbling, disordered.
92
Shinsou ducks into Katsuki’s neck and works him over while Katsuki grinds into him with the rhythm of their breath.
Two floors below them, the metal door bangs open.
The spell breaks.
Two floors below them, the metal door bangs open.
The spell breaks.
93
“Shit,” Katsuki gasps. This isn’t what was supposed to happen. He slides away from Shinsou and stumbles up the stairs, not looking back. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Katsuki pushes through the door for the third floor, rushes to his car, and climbs into the driver’s seat.
Katsuki pushes through the door for the third floor, rushes to his car, and climbs into the driver’s seat.
94
His heart is thudding so loudly he’s not sure he’d even hear it if Shinsou came this way, looking for him.
Please don’t let him come this way.
Does he know what car Katsuki drives?
Please don’t let him come this way.
Does he know what car Katsuki drives?
95
Katsuki slouches in his seat, staring at the concrete wall. Five minutes later, a black motorcycle zips behind his car, headed for the exit. Katsuki barely catches a glimpse of Shinsou’s leather jacket and shiny black helmet in the rearview mirror… but yeah. It was sexy.
96
Safe at home, in bed, all alone… Katsuki’s phone bings.
>> Okay so we’ll stick with awkward, but just FYI I’m not going to text you until you text me back
>> After this I mean
>> Okay so we’ll stick with awkward, but just FYI I’m not going to text you until you text me back
>> After this I mean
97
Scene break, so here's the top!
🍋 Lemon the Ship Sneak 🍋@LemonDropLan
Overtight-katsuki, shinbaku edition. Because it can't be done too much....
98
There must be something wrong with Katsuki. He ought to be hiding. He can avoid social events for months, no problem. His friends don’t even /expect/ him to show up without arm twisting.
99
If he ignores all the gif-filled text messages for long enough, Sero will show up at his apartment on a random Friday night and refuses to leave without him.
They’ve got a whole system of persuasion, and yet somehow Katsuki finds himself at a bar the very next week.
They’ve got a whole system of persuasion, and yet somehow Katsuki finds himself at a bar the very next week.
100
All it took was a message from Kaminari in the group text Katsuki usually has muted about some band Jirou likes. He didn’t even single Katsuki out for special pleading. Nobody expects him to show up. It's a Thursday. He hates live music, it’s always too loud.
101
It’s not a club he knows, not that there are many. He pulls down his cap, turns up his collar, pays cover, and heads in through an arched gate in an old stone wall. The stage is at the far end of a narrow courtyard wedged between two buildings and strung with yellow lights.
102
The crowd is thick so Katsuki hangs at the back for a while, watching. He doesn’t spot anyone he knows. On the right side of the courtyard, a set of stairs heads down into the basement of a neighboring building. That must be where the bar is.
103
This is such a stupid decision. A mistake he can’t stop making. He should leave before someone sees him.
Instead, he works his way down the stairs into the basement bar. A drink might excuse his poor decision making.
Instead, he works his way down the stairs into the basement bar. A drink might excuse his poor decision making.
104
It’s crowded here, too, a long, narrow space with low ceilings and a worn wood floor. Kind of a cool place, it all looks a hundred years old.
105
Katsuki elbows close enough to the bar to yell, “Gin and tonic,” over somebody’s shoulder. A bartender nods, and turns back to grab a bottle. That’s when Katsuki sees Sero and Shinsou, far down at the other side of the bar.
106
Of course, it’s Shinsou who’s facing him. He’s wearing a black hoodie with the sleeves pushed up, holding a beer by the neck, and smiling. Swear to god, he didn’t use to smile so much. What’s he so fucking happy about all the time?
107
He and Sero are talking to a pair of girls jammed in next to them at the bar. Pretty enough, from what Katsuki can see. Does Shinsou like girls? Is he just playing wingman for Sero? Katsuki was out by graduation, but he can’t remember ever hearing anything about Shinsou.
108
“Yo!”
Startled, Katsuki turns back to the bartender, who’s holding out a plastic cup, looking irritated.
“Gin and tonic. Start a tab or close out?”
Startled, Katsuki turns back to the bartender, who’s holding out a plastic cup, looking irritated.
“Gin and tonic. Start a tab or close out?”
109
“Close it,” Katsuki says, flushing. He hands over his credit card, trying to fade back behind a tall guy to his left. He scribbles his name on the receipt, takes a big gulp of his drink so it won’t spill, and turns toward the stairs.
110
He keeps his eyes forward, refusing to look down to the other end of the bar, but it doesn’t matter. Shinsou grabs his arm before he makes it out.
“Hey, you’re here! Want me to show you where everyone’s standing?”
“Hey, you’re here! Want me to show you where everyone’s standing?”
111
Katsuki isn’t able to keep a grimace off his face as he looks up into Shinsou’s eyes. He always looks so hopeful, and Katsuki’s always going to disappoint him.
“Oh, are we still being awkward? Should I pretend I didn’t see you?”
“Oh, are we still being awkward? Should I pretend I didn’t see you?”
112
“No,” Katsuki says, trying to be normal. A normal person who came out to see friends. “I just got here. Where is everyone?”
Katsuki has to look away from Shinsou’s smile. “C’mon,” he says, looping an arm around Katsuki’s back to shuttle him down the bar.
Katsuki has to look away from Shinsou’s smile. “C’mon,” he says, looping an arm around Katsuki’s back to shuttle him down the bar.
113
They pass Sero, who gives Katsuki a wide-eyed blink before the girls draw back his attention. There’s another set of cramped, stone stairs on this end of the bar. Shinsou has to duck to avoid hitting his head, but they emerge right into the crowd, much closer to the stage.
114
The band’s just finished a song, so there’s a little wiggle room in the crowd as people head out for drinks. Shinsou holds Katsuki tight, nudging him left and right through the bodies until they hit familiar faces.
115
Kaminari looks up and his mouth drops open. “What the what?? Who is /this/? Kacchan, are you lost?”
Katsuki tries to shrug it off as everyone goes on like he’s never been seen outside his apartment before.
Katsuki tries to shrug it off as everyone goes on like he’s never been seen outside his apartment before.
116
Thank god the band starts playing right as Jirou says, “Don’t you hate live music?” and Katsuki is saved from answering.
117
Now all he has to do is stand there and drink. It’s fine. He lets Mina hang on his shoulder a bit, accepts a whiskey sour from Kaminari, and tries not to spend every moment tracking Shinsou in the crowd.
118
Actually, it’s kind of nice. He’s barely gone out over the past few years, and it’s hard to remember all the reasons why. Part of it was probably avoiding Kirishima, but somehow that became avoiding everyone. Avoiding questions. Avoiding closeness.
119
But, for a few minutes, it’s nice to see everything in the warm yellow lights and listen to some weird, dark EDM. At least it’s not loud. Shinsou disappears for a bit, then reappears holding a beer.
120
The crowd is packing tighter as the evening goes on, and Katsuki can feel the static tingle as Shinsou gets pushed closer and closer behind him.
Inevitably, they meet.
Inevitably, they meet.
121
Mina’s shoved up against Katsuki’s right side, and somebody’s dancing too energetically on his left, and all he can feel is Shinsou’s body behind him. He’s solid and warm. Big. When Katsuki looks up at the sky, the back of his head brushes Shinsou’s shoulder.
122
He closes his eyes and imagines leaning backwards. Life would be easier if he didn’t still want this. It does him no good.
“Like the band?”
“Like the band?”
123
When Katsuki turns his head, his cheek brushes against Shinsou’s jaw. He’s leaned down to be closer. His hand settles on Katsuki’s hip. Lightly. His palm resting on the jut of Katsuki’s hip bone, fingers reaching to his navel.
“It’s fine,” Katsuki says.
“It’s fine,” Katsuki says.
124
“Fine, huh?” He huffs. “That’s what you said when I kissed you, that first time. ‘It’s fine.’”
Maybe he’s not pushing, but Katsuki feels himself leaning back anyway. “Yeah.”
“You’re very hard to read.”
“I know.”
Maybe he’s not pushing, but Katsuki feels himself leaning back anyway. “Yeah.”
“You’re very hard to read.”
“I know.”
125
Shinsou’s hand coasts slowly up from Katsuki’s hip. His palm skims the center of Katsuki’s chest. Fingers find the hollow of his neck and trace ticklishly in a line up to his chin. Katsuki can hardly keep his eyes open. His head falls onto Shinsou’s shoulder.
126
“Bakugou,” Shinsou says each syllable slow and deep. “I’m gonna ask before you do your Cinderella trick.” His thumb strokes along Katsuki’s jaw and his fingers rub into his nape.
Katsuki’s so hazy he isn’t expecting the obvious.
“Come home with me.”
Katsuki’s so hazy he isn’t expecting the obvious.
“Come home with me.”
127
Katsuki goes rigid. That’s exactly why he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t push right up to the line. It’s selfish. He’s just gonna piss Shinsou off.
Katsuki doesn’t answer, but Shinsou peels away with a huff. “You know I don’t get you at all. Are you just fucking with me?”
Katsuki doesn’t answer, but Shinsou peels away with a huff. “You know I don’t get you at all. Are you just fucking with me?”
128
“No,” Katsuki says, turning back to see him. “No, I just…”
The look on Shinsou’s face is hardening. He’s deciding right now that Katsuki is too much trouble, and he’s right. Katsuki /has/ been fucking with him and it feels like shit.
The look on Shinsou’s face is hardening. He’s deciding right now that Katsuki is too much trouble, and he’s right. Katsuki /has/ been fucking with him and it feels like shit.
129
How’s he gonna clean up this mess? He grabs Shinsou by the shoulder and pulls him closer to speak into his ear.
“I don’t bottom.”
“I don’t bottom.”
130
Christ, Katsuki could not have found a worse place to have this conversation. He prays no one heard him over the music. Even Shinsou.
There’s a pause. Shinsou’s eyebrows knit together. He heard.
“You… top?”
There’s a pause. Shinsou’s eyebrows knit together. He heard.
“You… top?”
131
“Ugh. No. I’m…” Katsuki pulls him even closer. “I don’t do anal.”
“Oh.” Shinsou sounds more confused than disappointed.
“Either way. Any way. Ever.”
Such graceful words to lead to a full minute of silence.
“Oh.” Shinsou sounds more confused than disappointed.
“Either way. Any way. Ever.”
Such graceful words to lead to a full minute of silence.
132
Is there still music playing? Katsuki’s ears are ringing as Shinsou looks at him, frowning. Who knows what he’s thinking. What conclusions he’s coming to. Fuck, he better not run his mouth about this.
133
Shinsou leans forward and Katsuki braces himself.
“How about blowjobs? Are those okay?”
Katsuki pauses with his mouth open. He’d kinda forgotten that there were… other things. That they weren’t always just foreplay for something else.
“How about blowjobs? Are those okay?”
Katsuki pauses with his mouth open. He’d kinda forgotten that there were… other things. That they weren’t always just foreplay for something else.
134
“Yeah. But…” he trails off because he already said the ‘no anal’ thing pretty clearly. “Yeah,” he repeats. “Blowjobs are okay.”
“Then come home with me… for a blowjob?”
“Then come home with me… for a blowjob?”
135
Suddenly, Katsuki’s head is empty. He fumbles for a reason to object, but comes up with nothing.
“Just a blowjob?”
“Well, I’m hoping we could each have one. Maybe a little more kissing? Do you like to spoon?” Shinsou’s mouth has begun to relax back into an easy curve.
“Just a blowjob?”
“Well, I’m hoping we could each have one. Maybe a little more kissing? Do you like to spoon?” Shinsou’s mouth has begun to relax back into an easy curve.
136
“Blowjobs” is not a long-term plan. Katsuki knows that. But still, it’s been years since anyone has gotten him off. Not even a hand job. He barely touches himself.
“No spooning,” Katsuki says weakly.
“No spooning,” Katsuki says weakly.
137
“Darn.” Shinsou's hand slides back onto his hip. He looks over his shoulder like he’s finding the door. “You can always change your mind later…”
“I won’t change my mind,” Katsuki says, too quickly.
“I won’t change my mind,” Katsuki says, too quickly.
138
Shinsou pauses for a second, peering at him again. Ugh. He’s fucked up the mood again.
“Yeah, okay. No spooning. Ready?”
Shinsou’s pulling him towards the exit before he’s done nodding.
“Yeah, okay. No spooning. Ready?”
Shinsou’s pulling him towards the exit before he’s done nodding.
139
----
A ten minute walk.
One flight of stairs.
One hallway.
Shinsou hustles them along, barely talking—probably because he’s recognized Katsuki’s pro-level skills at making conversation awkward.
A ten minute walk.
One flight of stairs.
One hallway.
Shinsou hustles them along, barely talking—probably because he’s recognized Katsuki’s pro-level skills at making conversation awkward.
140
The door shuts behind them and they stand there in the dark.
“Do you, uh, want something to drink?” Shinsou asks.
“Ugh, no.” Katsuki grabs him by the collar and Shinsou falls into him obligingly, picking up where it seems like they always left off.
“Do you, uh, want something to drink?” Shinsou asks.
“Ugh, no.” Katsuki grabs him by the collar and Shinsou falls into him obligingly, picking up where it seems like they always left off.
141
Deep, hard kisses. Firm hands. An ass grab that nearly picks Katsuki up.
Shinsou seems to be corralling Katsuki somewhere, so Katsuki steps along, stumbling when something dashes between his legs.
The thing meows loudly.
Shinsou seems to be corralling Katsuki somewhere, so Katsuki steps along, stumbling when something dashes between his legs.
The thing meows loudly.
142
“Do you have a cat?” he pants into Shinsou’s mouth.
“Fuck. No. Go – away – Muffin,” Shinsou says, trying to shove the cat away with his foot while still kissing Katsuki.
“Muffin?” Katsuki sniggers.
“Fuck. No. Go – away – Muffin,” Shinsou says, trying to shove the cat away with his foot while still kissing Katsuki.
“Muffin?” Katsuki sniggers.
143
“It’s Aizawa’s cat. I’d name it something cool like—” he nudges the cat from underfoot again. “Like Great Ferocious Killer Paws. God dammit!” he breaks away from Katsuki as the cat runs off, headed straight into what looks like Shinsou’s bedroom.
144
“Don’t move,” Shinsou says as he stalks after it. He drops down to his knees and peers under the bed. “Your food’s in the kitchen, you little shit. Get out of there!”
145
Katsuki watches as Shinsou flails around under the bed. Twenty seconds later, a little black shadow shoots from under the bed and careens straight into Katsuki’s ankle. It bobbles sideways with a hiss and then takes off again.
146
“Ow,” Katsuki says, rubbing his ankle.
“Sorry, he’s bad-tempered and blind in one eye.”
“Are you serious? Did Aizawa—”
“Yes. No. Don’t ask. I really don’t want to talk about Aizawa’s cat.”
“Sorry, he’s bad-tempered and blind in one eye.”
“Are you serious? Did Aizawa—”
“Yes. No. Don’t ask. I really don’t want to talk about Aizawa’s cat.”
147
“Okay,” Katsuki says.
“Shut the door and get over here. I’m already on my knees.”
Katsuki huffs as he pushes the door closed behind him. “So I’m going first?” he says, stepping closer.
“Shut the door and get over here. I’m already on my knees.”
Katsuki huffs as he pushes the door closed behind him. “So I’m going first?” he says, stepping closer.
148
“Of course you’re going first. What kinda host do you think I am?” Shinsou reaches out and tugs him closer by the belt. “I have manners. Guests come first.” He looks up, grinning while he undoes Katsuki’s pants.
“Manners,” Katsuki echoes, hands hanging in the air.
“Manners,” Katsuki echoes, hands hanging in the air.
149
He’s not sure what to do with them since Shinsou’s stripping him. “You aren’t worried about me holding up my end of the bargain?” Katsuki’s a little worried, himself. His anxiety is just on the right side of manageable, but that could change.
150
“Nope,” Shinsou says as Katsuki’s pants fall to the floor. He starts tugging everything off at the ankles. “I’m gonna chalk this up as a win, either way.”
“Oh,” Katsuki pants. One nudge and suddenly, he’s falling back onto the edge of the bed, bare from the waist down.
“Oh,” Katsuki pants. One nudge and suddenly, he’s falling back onto the edge of the bed, bare from the waist down.
151
“There we go,” Shinsou says. He strips off his hoodie and t-shirt in one quick go and slides between Katsuki’s legs. He wiggles a bit, making space. Brushing his shoulders against the bare skin of Katsuki’s inner thighs.
152
The air seems very thin in Katsuki’s lungs. He curls and uncurls his toes to distract himself as Shinsou worms in closer. Funny how all that anxiety doesn’t seem to affect his cock, which is standing hard between them, no worries at all.
153
His head and his body are out of sync, somehow. Even in his head, there are multiple tracks running at the same time. His eyes admiring the lines of Shinsou’s shoulders and the curves of his delts. His thighs twitching with the need to push closed.
154
So many things to manage, all at once. Katsuki’s scrambling to stay on top of it. Shinsou snakes his hands onto Katsuki’s hips and tugs him forward a few inches, and Katsuki startles, grabbing onto Shinsou’s wrists with both hands.
155
He’s still holding on, still trying not to protest, as Shinsou tilts his head and drags his lips up the underside of Katsuki’s cock. Then he gets to the head, parts his lips, and drowns Katsuki’s worries with his hot, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” Katsuki gasps, holding on tighter.
“Fuck,” Katsuki gasps, holding on tighter.
156
He’s had this before, it’s just… hard to remember. Whatever’s happening in Shinsou’s mouth feels more complicated and so good. His mouth is tight and his tongue is lapping under the head, and then he dips back down and Katsuki hunches forward with a gutted sound.
157
He’s going to cum in thirty seconds.
But you know what? Great. That’s better. He’ll cum before Shinsou does anything fancy. His hands can stay right where they are, safe on Katsuki’s hips.
But you know what? Great. That’s better. He’ll cum before Shinsou does anything fancy. His hands can stay right where they are, safe on Katsuki’s hips.
158
Katsuki presses his fingertips into the soft skin inside Shinsou’s wrists. “Yeah. Like that. Exactly like that.”
Shinsou squeezes him. His hands are right there. Katsuki can see them. Shinsou’s thumbs stroke gently over his hipbones and Katsuki’s thighs finally relax.
Shinsou squeezes him. His hands are right there. Katsuki can see them. Shinsou’s thumbs stroke gently over his hipbones and Katsuki’s thighs finally relax.
159
Shinsou leans in to take Katsuki a little deeper, turns his head on the upstroke and every motion makes Katsuki want to pull him even closer. To pull him on top, between his legs, feel his weight, feel his—
160
The idea of it washes over Katsuki, so fast he can’t turn away, and he cums with only a moan for warning, fingers wrapped around Shinsou’s shoulders.
Time’s gotten a little hazy, but he’s pretty sure that wasn’t even two minutes.
Time’s gotten a little hazy, but he’s pretty sure that wasn’t even two minutes.
161
Shinsou sucks him clean. When he looks up, his eyes are delighted, and this time, he’s right. There is more.
Katsuki switches places with him before they can talk about his speediness. Shinsou obliges with a huff, kicking off his pants so Katsuki can slide between his legs.
Katsuki switches places with him before they can talk about his speediness. Shinsou obliges with a huff, kicking off his pants so Katsuki can slide between his legs.
162
Suddenly Shinsou’s cock is right in front of Katsuki’s face. He’s hard and… it’s actually kind of difficult for Katsuki to believe he’s here.
He didn’t really think he’d be here. That he’d do this.
He didn’t really think he’d be here. That he’d do this.
163
He closes his eyes, leans forward, and rubs his cheek along Shinsou’s cock, trading the visual for the silky feel of him, the masculine scent.
“Can I touch you?” Shinsou asks.
“Yeah,” Katsuki murmurs.
“Can I touch you?” Shinsou asks.
“Yeah,” Katsuki murmurs.
164
Everything Shinsou can reach is fair play. Touch is good. Touch means he’s here.
Shinsou combs through his hair, hands settling to rub at his neck and shoulders.
“Like this?”
Shinsou combs through his hair, hands settling to rub at his neck and shoulders.
“Like this?”
165
“Yeah,” Katsuki says again. He nuzzles his way up until his lips kiss the head, and then slowly takes Shinsou in.
God, giving head seems like such a treat when you think you might never do it again.
God, giving head seems like such a treat when you think you might never do it again.
166
Katsuki probably wasn’t ever very good at this, and whatever skills he had have atrophied over years, and still there’s this instinct that comes out of him like it’s always been there. Something built on long-ago daydreams.
167
He wraps a hand around Shinsou’s shaft, drool-wet and satin. He strokes and sucks and bobs his head and every little caress from Shinsou feels as good as praise and soon there’s cum in his mouth and Katsuki swallows, because he wants every bit of this experience.
168
“Mmm.” Shinsou curls forward and rests his forehead on the crown of Katsuki’s head. His hands are still warm on Katsuki’s shoulders. “That was… so good.”
His breath is slow and heavy. “Yeah, it was good,” Katsuki says eventually.
His breath is slow and heavy. “Yeah, it was good,” Katsuki says eventually.
169
He pulls away. Forehead, hands, then shoulders, until they’re not touching at all. Shinsou watches him from the edge of the bed. Katsuki can’t read him in the dark and it’s too quiet.
“I oughta get going.”
“I oughta get going.”
170
Shinsou runs a hand through his hair. “Alright, if you want. I can give you a ride back on my bike.”
“No, I’ll walk.” Katsuki grimaces at how rude he sounds. “I like to walk.”
“Okay,” Shinsou says, with an exhale that’s not quite a sigh. “If that’s what you want.”
“No, I’ll walk.” Katsuki grimaces at how rude he sounds. “I like to walk.”
“Okay,” Shinsou says, with an exhale that’s not quite a sigh. “If that’s what you want.”
171
Katsuki finds his pants and pulls them on. Checks for his phone and wallet. Wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Going feels like a faux pas, but he doesn’t know how to stay, either, so he heads toward the door with Shinsou trailing after him in boxers.
172
At the door, Katsuki turns back. “Do you like girls?”
Shit, he’s so awkward. What is fuck his problem?
Shinsou laughs. “No. I don’t like girls.”
Shit, he’s so awkward. What is fuck his problem?
Shinsou laughs. “No. I don’t like girls.”
173
Katsuki just nods since he can’t be trusted with conversation. Shinsou steps closer, still smiling.
“Kiss goodbye?” He’s so close now, Katsuki’s back is to the door.
“Alright,” Katsuki murmurs, lifting his chin as Shinsou wraps around him.
“Kiss goodbye?” He’s so close now, Katsuki’s back is to the door.
“Alright,” Katsuki murmurs, lifting his chin as Shinsou wraps around him.
174
He closes his eyes and parts his lips and lets Shinsou spill over him. They both taste a little like cum and it’s lazy and warm. The sort of kiss that feels like it ought to happen half asleep in a bed.
“Maybe we could do this again,” Shinsou says.
“Maybe we could do this again,” Shinsou says.
175
“Mmm.” Katsuki’s eyes are still closed.
“You let me know. Okay?”
Katsuki really doesn’t want to be in charge of this. He doesn’t know the words. He can already feel the possibility slipping from his hand like a balloon into the sky.
“Yeah,” he says. “Night.”
“You let me know. Okay?”
Katsuki really doesn’t want to be in charge of this. He doesn’t know the words. He can already feel the possibility slipping from his hand like a balloon into the sky.
“Yeah,” he says. “Night.”
176
The top
🍋 Lemon the Ship Sneak 🍋@LemonDropLan
Overtight-katsuki, shinbaku edition. Because it can't be done too much....
177
How many blowjobs does it take for blowjobs to get boring?
That’s the question Katsuki asks himself while he doesn’t text Shinsou. Three, maybe? Unless you’re really good at it, which Katsuki isn’t.
That’s the question Katsuki asks himself while he doesn’t text Shinsou. Three, maybe? Unless you’re really good at it, which Katsuki isn’t.
178
Three until you start thinking, “I’m getting kind of tired of this show,” and Katsuki isn’t very interested in watching Shinsou get bored with him.
179
He could probably eke out a second round, but that would only make it harder to cut things off, and it would probably irritate Shinsou, although that’s likely to happen either way.
180
The disciplined thing is to cut things off now, and since Shinsou gave Katsuki all the responsibility for “letting him know,” he can just do what comes easiest: nothing.
Work. Cook. Exercise. In two weeks, Shinsou will have written him off for good.
Work. Cook. Exercise. In two weeks, Shinsou will have written him off for good.
181
A few days pass, relatively interchangeable, until there’s an interruption. It seems to always be that way—Katsuki maintaining his routine like a record until something knocks the needle out of the groove. This time, it’s a chipper knock on his door at 7pm.
182
Katsuki frowns down at the pan he’s cleaning, grabs a dish towel to dry his hands, and goes to answer the door.
Shinsou said he wouldn’t text, but he wouldn’t /come here/ either, would he? Does he even know where Katsuki lives?
Shinsou said he wouldn’t text, but he wouldn’t /come here/ either, would he? Does he even know where Katsuki lives?
183
Katsuki squints through the peephole and feels like an idiot. Of course Shinsou wouldn’t. They barely know each other. It’s Sero.
Katsuki rolls his shoulders back and opens the door. “What?”
Katsuki rolls his shoulders back and opens the door. “What?”
184
“Don’t /what/ me,” Sero says, strolling in past Katsuki. “It’s Friday night, I’m here to force you to leave your apartment, per our unspoken agreement.”
185
Katsuki rolls his eyes, his whole head, as he shuts the door. “I went out less than a /week/ ago. And before that there was Ochako’s party so it’s like, twice in two weeks.”
186
Katsuki wrinkles up his nose. “I’m not a shut-in just because I don’t party like the rest of you.”
Sero sighs, unimpressed. “Kirishima won’t be there tonight.”
“Kirishima’s got nothing to do with it.”
“Really?” Sero asks.
Sero sighs, unimpressed. “Kirishima won’t be there tonight.”
“Kirishima’s got nothing to do with it.”
“Really?” Sero asks.
187
“Yeah, really. You think I plan my life around avoiding him just because we dated in high school?”
“Well, I think you basically disappeared on the rest of us after the two of you broke up, and now it’s been three years. If that’s not about Kirishima, then what’s it about?”
“Well, I think you basically disappeared on the rest of us after the two of you broke up, and now it’s been three years. If that’s not about Kirishima, then what’s it about?”
188
Katsuki's throat tightens. It’s not about Kirishima, but Katsuki isn’t even sure what it /is/ about anymore. Avoiding situations like this one with Shinsou, probably. Not answering questions. Not finding people he might want.
Sero gnaws on his lip. “Dude, is it like… anxiety?”
Sero gnaws on his lip. “Dude, is it like… anxiety?”
189
Katsuki bursts out laughing before he can stop himself. It seems ridiculous to apply such a simple word to the fucking mess in Katsuki’s head. The hundreds of considerations he’s weighing all the time. It’s so close, and so inadequate. He’s not anxious, he’s… resigned?
190
Ugh, this is unpleasant to think about. He wipes a hand over his face.
“No, I’m not anxious. I just love all this special attention from you.” He throws the towel at Sero’s face. “Give me ten minutes to clean up and then we can go to whatever lame bar you want.”
“No, I’m not anxious. I just love all this special attention from you.” He throws the towel at Sero’s face. “Give me ten minutes to clean up and then we can go to whatever lame bar you want.”
191
—
The bar is loud and rowdy. Casual enough that Katsuki doesn’t stand out in his deliberately underwhelming outfit of joggers, t-shirt, and ball cap. Crowded enough that he isn’t sure how many of his friends are there, but it’s more than a few.
The bar is loud and rowdy. Casual enough that Katsuki doesn’t stand out in his deliberately underwhelming outfit of joggers, t-shirt, and ball cap. Crowded enough that he isn’t sure how many of his friends are there, but it’s more than a few.
192
Shinsou’s probably here somewhere. The tug of him, even unseen, seems to sit right in the middle of Katsuki’s rib cage. Right in the spot where a solid hit will leave you breathless.
193
Sero nudges a whiskey coke into Katsuki’s hand and then tugs him toward the back of the bar where Kaminari, Jirou, Mina, and Ojiro are playing shuffleboard. Past them, Deku and Iida are playing darts.
194
There’s some B class here, too. Monoma and the mushroom girl. Some others Katsuki never even bothered to have nicknames for. He peers towards the pool tables but doesn’t see Shinsou.
195
When he turns back to the table, Sero’s watching him. Staring.
“What?” Katsuki asks.
Sero holds out a puck. “Shuffleboard?”
Katsuki swipes it out of his hand. “Sure, whatever.”
“What?” Katsuki asks.
Sero holds out a puck. “Shuffleboard?”
Katsuki swipes it out of his hand. “Sure, whatever.”
196
The time flows by like the constant hum of the bar, and at some point Shinsou appears, a violet flicker at the edge of Katsuki’s vision. Not too close, he’s back by the pool tables with a beer in his hand.
197
The tug gets stronger and a strange zen settles over Katsuki because with Shinsou nothing’s ever in his control anyway. So why bother looking? He focuses on his next throw, rubbing his puck on the wood until Sero startles him by yelling, “Hey Shinsou!” practically in his ear.
198
“What the fuck?” Katsuki mutters, ducking away as Sero adds, still yelling clear across the bar, “Come play for me, I gotta pee.”
What the hell is going on? Is the whole world out to get him?
What the hell is going on? Is the whole world out to get him?
199
Katsuki stands there, clutching a puck as Shinsou frowns across the bar, clearly confused about why Sero is yelling at him over the heads of ten other people who have hands and could play shuffleboard. Still, he weaves his way over, holding his beer up over the crowd.
200
“Uh, hello,” he says, eyes flickering between Sero, who’s got his usual toothy smile, and Katsuki, who has for some reason decided that now is the right time to re-tie his left shoe. “Is there some sort of shuffleboard emergency happening over here?”
201
“Yeah, gotta pee,” Sero says. “Play for me.” He shoves his last two weights into Shinsou’s hand.
Shinsou looks down. “Where are the other two?”
“In the gutter,” Sero says, clapping him on the shoulder.
Shinsou looks down. “Where are the other two?”
“In the gutter,” Sero says, clapping him on the shoulder.
202
“I see.” Shinsou watches Katsuki straighten back up as Sero roves off into the crowd. He takes a slow sip of his beer. “So we meet awkwardly again.”
Katsuki sighs. “Yeah. That’s me.”
Katsuki sighs. “Yeah. That’s me.”
203
Shinsou half-smiles. “What’s your deal, huh?”
Katsuki sorta explained it already, so he just shrugs.
Shinsou presses his lips together and the tentative playfulness slides away. He sets the weights on the edge of the table. “We don’t have to play.”
Katsuki sorta explained it already, so he just shrugs.
Shinsou presses his lips together and the tentative playfulness slides away. He sets the weights on the edge of the table. “We don’t have to play.”
204
“What else are we gonna do?” Katsuki asks. It’s going to be even more awkward to just walk away at this point.
“I think it’s pretty obvious.” Shinsou makes a wry face. “We either go make out in an alley, or pretend we don’t know each other.”
“I think it’s pretty obvious.” Shinsou makes a wry face. “We either go make out in an alley, or pretend we don’t know each other.”
205
Katsuki huffs and finally looks up. “Aren’t you tired of me?”
Shinsou meets his gaze, eyes thoughtful. “I probably should be, but not yet. I guess I still think I’m gonna figure you out.”
The idea of someone /figuring him out/ raises the hair on Katsuki’s neck.
Shinsou meets his gaze, eyes thoughtful. “I probably should be, but not yet. I guess I still think I’m gonna figure you out.”
The idea of someone /figuring him out/ raises the hair on Katsuki’s neck.
206
“Do you want me to be tired of you?” Shinsou asks.
Katsuki’s throat hurts suddenly. Every outcome seems… sad. A hundred different ways to land at the same future. Fast or slow. He turns away, blinking.
Katsuki’s throat hurts suddenly. Every outcome seems… sad. A hundred different ways to land at the same future. Fast or slow. He turns away, blinking.
207
“Bakugou?” Shinsou’s hand lands lightly on his shoulder.
Katsuki jerks his head towards the door. “Let’s go find an alley.”
Katsuki jerks his head towards the door. “Let’s go find an alley.”
208
They end up nestled into a spot of black shadows behind a corner grocer. Katsuki edged onto a stack of pallets, Shinsou between his legs. Katsuki’s got both hands fisted in Shinsou’s leather jacket, Shinsou’s got both hands fisted around their cocks.
209
With Katsuki’s eyes closed, the world around them is plush black velvet.
“Bakugou.”
“What?” Katsuki rasps, still gripping Shinsou’s collar to keep his mouth close. A particularly good stroke makes him groan. Shinsou’s not going fast, but Katsuki’s barely holding it together.
“Bakugou.”
“What?” Katsuki rasps, still gripping Shinsou’s collar to keep his mouth close. A particularly good stroke makes him groan. Shinsou’s not going fast, but Katsuki’s barely holding it together.
210
“I’d really like you to text me,” Shinsou murmurs between two kisses.
“What?” Katsuki pants.
“Please? It’s for my dignity.”
“Now?”
“What?” Katsuki pants.
“Please? It’s for my dignity.”
“Now?”
211
“Later.” Shinsou hasn’t stopped stroking them, but his hand has slowed and Katsuki’s knees are shaking.
“Fine. Jesus.”
“Fine. Jesus.”
212
“Thank you,” Shinsou mumbles, because Katsuki’s already jerked their mouths back together.
Katsuki can’t remember if he ever came while kissing someone before. Feels like it just goes on forever.
Katsuki can’t remember if he ever came while kissing someone before. Feels like it just goes on forever.
213
The top
🍋 Lemon the Ship Sneak 🍋@LemonDropLan
Overtight-katsuki, shinbaku edition. Because it can't be done too much....
214
And yet, at some point they peel away. Zip up. Wipe up. Shinsou has a handkerchief in his pocket, which leaves Katsuki wondering if he’s just a gentleman, or if he does this all the time.
215
He manages not to ask. They walk down the alley toward the light of the street, and the awkward departures are almost beginning to feel easy now that Katsuki’s on his fourth? Fifth? Not like Shinsou’s going to expect something smooth at this point.
216
Katsuki tries to get away with a mumbled, “Goodnight,” but Shinsou slips two fingers into Katsuki’s waistband and gives him a playful tug. For a second, Katsuki wonders if Shinsou might try to tow him home, but he only bumps their shoulders together before saying, “Goodnight.”
217
--
Katsuki sleeps well that night, but he probably shouldn’t. First, he’s establishing a pattern he can’t keep up. Second, he agreed to text Shinsou in some sort of orgasm-hostage negotiation, and that’s only going to make things worse.
Katsuki sleeps well that night, but he probably shouldn’t. First, he’s establishing a pattern he can’t keep up. Second, he agreed to text Shinsou in some sort of orgasm-hostage negotiation, and that’s only going to make things worse.
218
On one hand, he feels trapped. On the other… well, at least it’s not up to him anymore. Shinsou asked for this right? It’s not like Katsuki has lied to him.
219
He pulls up Shinsou’s messages on his phone. Four of them, without any reply from Katsuki. It’s like every interaction they’ve had—Shinsou making one hundred percent of the effort and Katsuki being a dick.
220
Katsuki could ghost him again, and that probably would be the end of it. Shinsou /will/ get tired of him at some point. Katsuki closes his eyes in frustration, but what comes to him is the memory of last night. Black velvet softness. Shinsou’s mouth. Shinsou’s goodnight.
221
Shit. It’s already going to hurt, isn’t it? So why not keep making this mistake? It’s irresponsible, but he’s the one who’s going to pay the price, so long as he doesn’t let Shinsou get too invested, anyway.
222
Katsuki >> hey
Shinsou >> oho so you can be coerced
Shinsou >> spicy noodle dinner is still on the table…
Katsuki >> can’t. i’m busy
Shinsou >> oho so you can be coerced
Shinsou >> spicy noodle dinner is still on the table…
Katsuki >> can’t. i’m busy
223
God, what an awkward lie. Shinsou didn’t even offer a day. Katsuki wrinkles his nose at his inability to be normal and sends one more message.
Katsuki >> I’m free later tonight though
Katsuki >> I’m free later tonight though
224
--
Katsuki knocks on Shinsou’s door at 9pm. Shinsou opens it up with a wry smile. “Straight to business then?”
Katsuki isn’t able to come up with a reply before Shinsou reels him and puts him out of his misery.
Katsuki knocks on Shinsou’s door at 9pm. Shinsou opens it up with a wry smile. “Straight to business then?”
Katsuki isn’t able to come up with a reply before Shinsou reels him and puts him out of his misery.
225
Shinsou’s apartment is dim and there’s music playing somewhere—so quiet it could be next door. They kiss for too long, probably, right up against the door. Katsuki struggles to surface when something warm and heavy settles on top of his socked foot.
“There’s a cat on my foot.”
“There’s a cat on my foot.”
226
“Little fucker,” Shinsou says, pulling away and rolling his neck. He nudges the cat away with his foot and pulls Katsuki towards his bedroom. “C’mon.”
227
Katsuki realizes he’s never seen this place with the lights on. He isn’t even sure what color Shinsou’s bedspread is. Blue maybe? Gray? The bed is tidy. A pile of books on the nighstand. A guitar in the corner. Does Shinsou play? Katsuki almost asks, but doesn’t.
228
“Take your shirt off this time, will you?” Shinsou’s already got the hem in his hands. It’s gone as soon as Katsuki nods and quickly he’s naked except for socks and falling back on Shinsou’s bed.
229
Shinsou’s shirt is gone, too, although he’s still wearing sweats. He’s on top of Katsuki and between his legs. He’s heavy and half-dressed and all of those things having Katsuki’s nervous system lit up like neon.
230
He‘s braced to throw Shinsou off even as his leg wraps around Shinsou’s hips to pull him closer. Something about the brush of skin, chest to chest. The possibilites have Katsuki almost shaking by the time Shinsou slides off the end of the bed.
231
He tugs Katsuki toward him by the thighs.
Oh – Shinsou’s going to blow him and that’s — yes, but — Katsuki sits up and grabs his hands at the wrists.
“I should do you first,” Katsuki pants. For fairness, or something.
Oh – Shinsou’s going to blow him and that’s — yes, but — Katsuki sits up and grabs his hands at the wrists.
“I should do you first,” Katsuki pants. For fairness, or something.
232
“But you’re right here,” Shinsou says, kissing Katsuki’s thigh, then his cock, embarassingly hard just from making out. “And you’re all ready.” Shinsou tries to pull his hands away, probably for blowjob reasons, but Katsuki seems to be unable to let go of his wrists.
233
Shinsou pauses, then sits back on his heels. He looks up with a neutral expression. “Let’s talk about touching.”
234
Katsuki grunts and lets go of Shinsou’s wrists, but Shinsou doesn’t move his hands from the tops of Katsuki’s thighs.
“You can keep holding my hands if you want, but it’s better if I use them. Or you can just tell me what to do.”
Katsuki gnaws on his lip.
“You can keep holding my hands if you want, but it’s better if I use them. Or you can just tell me what to do.”
Katsuki gnaws on his lip.
235
Shinsou gives him that accommodating smile and fills the silence with, “I’m not gonna deep throat you, though. I’m terrible at it.”
“Don’t touch my ass,” Katsuki says, wrinkling his nose at the words. It’s awful to keep saying it, but it’ll eat at him if he doesn’t.
“Don’t touch my ass,” Katsuki says, wrinkling his nose at the words. It’s awful to keep saying it, but it’ll eat at him if he doesn’t.
236
“Got it,” Shinsou says. “I understood that as a permanent rule.”
“Sorry,” Katsuki says.
“Tell me as much as you want,” Shinsou replies. “I’m good with rules. Cock is fine?”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry,” Katsuki says.
“Tell me as much as you want,” Shinsou replies. “I’m good with rules. Cock is fine?”
“Yeah.”
237
“Balls?”
“Yeah, but…” Katsuki swallows, annoyed with himself.
“But what?”
“Nothing,” Katsuki says. He doesn’t need to repeat himself when he’s already ruined the mood. He’s probably the least sexy person Shinsou’s ever slept with, and they’re not even sleeping together.
“Yeah, but…” Katsuki swallows, annoyed with himself.
“But what?”
“Nothing,” Katsuki says. He doesn’t need to repeat himself when he’s already ruined the mood. He’s probably the least sexy person Shinsou’s ever slept with, and they’re not even sleeping together.
238
“Okay,” Shinsou says. He strokes his fingertips gently down the back of Katsuki’s sac. It’s so close, but Katsuki grits his teeth and holds on, because Shinsou said perfectly clearly he wouldn’t touch anywhere else. “This is good?”
239
“Yeah,” Katsuki says.
“Good. I like it if you touch me,” he says, like they’re just exchanging normal preferences.
“Good. I like it if you touch me,” he says, like they’re just exchanging normal preferences.
240
With that, Shinsou gets to business and he is /good/ at blowjobs. Whatever his hands are doing, his mouth, Katsuki can’t sort out the individual motions, but he comes in minutes again, with his fingers twisted into the hair at Shinsou’s crown.
241
It happens again. A few times.
It’s just that Katsuki’s already messed up and he hasn’t lied about anything so why not let Shinsou be the one to shut things down? He’s the one who keeps texting, even if Katsuki’s the one who keeps coming over.
It’s just that Katsuki’s already messed up and he hasn’t lied about anything so why not let Shinsou be the one to shut things down? He’s the one who keeps texting, even if Katsuki’s the one who keeps coming over.
242
Katsuki learns that Shinsou’s comforter is charcoal gray, his sheets are white, his bathroom is just as tidy as the rest of the apartment. He’s keeping Aizawa’s cat for the summer and that cat’s a little bitch.
243
On his third visit Katsuki helps Shinsou chase Muffin down the hall and corner him hissing in the stairwell.
Katsuki never stays for more than an hour. Never spends the night. It wouldn’t be fair to Shinsou.
Katsuki never stays for more than an hour. Never spends the night. It wouldn’t be fair to Shinsou.
244
Katsuki’s keeping track and he knows there’s not a lot of runway left. Three blowjobs and two handjobs and Shinsou’s got to be a little bored already. Katsuki’s pretty straight forward. Mouth or hands, he doesn’t have tricks like Shinsou.
245
The last time Katsuki came over, Shinsou finally let Katsuki go first. When it was Shinsou’s turn on his knees, he smiled and said, “I’m going to take my time, okay?”
246
Katsuki didn’t know if Shinsou was teasing him about always cumming so fast or what. Maybe he was. Either way, Shinsou edged Katsuki until he lost all filters and begged for it. Katsuki’s never cum so hard in his life. He almost fell off the bed.
247
That was four nights ago. Tonight is Sunday and Shinsou hasn’t texted since then. He probably went out on Friday and Saturday while Katsuki was watching TV and going to bed early.
248
Nobody came over and nobody messaged, so Katsuki had the easy excuse to stay in, although it feels a little crappier than it used to.
He’s almost tempted to message Shinsou himself, but he just stares at his phone instead.
He’s almost tempted to message Shinsou himself, but he just stares at his phone instead.
249
How selfish is he really going to be about this? Maybe he should just drop it gracefully and be glad he got the best orgasm of his life.
The phone vibrates in his hand and Katsuki, startled, drops it into a bowl of miso soup.
The phone vibrates in his hand and Katsuki, startled, drops it into a bowl of miso soup.
250
“Shit.” He swipes it out and dries it on his t-shirt.
Shinsou >> Just got back into town. Want to hang out?
He just got back? From where? Katsuki hasn’t asked anything about Shinsou’s hero work… or anything, really.
Shinsou >> Just got back into town. Want to hang out?
He just got back? From where? Katsuki hasn’t asked anything about Shinsou’s hero work… or anything, really.
251
He works directly with the Hero Commission if Katsuki’s remembering right.
Katsuki >> I could come over around 8?
Shinsou >> Or you could just come now because I’m pretty worn out and I’ll pass out at some point
Shinsou >> Or maybe that doesn’t sound like fun? Sorry ha tired
Katsuki >> I could come over around 8?
Shinsou >> Or you could just come now because I’m pretty worn out and I’ll pass out at some point
Shinsou >> Or maybe that doesn’t sound like fun? Sorry ha tired
252
The words sit heavily on the screen of Katsuki’s phone. Shinsou’s usually more chipper when he texts. Maybe he’s tired from his mission or whatever. Maybe he’s tired of Katsuki. Before Shinsou can back out entirely, Katsuki sends back:
>> It’s fine I’ll come now
>> It’s fine I’ll come now
253
When Shinsou opens his door, Katsuki’s hit with the scent of sesame and toasted rice.
“Hey,” Shinsou says, smiling. He looks tired as shit, although part of that might be the purplish shadow of stubble on Shinsou’s cheeks. No wonder he’s usually smooth-shaven.
“Hey,” Shinsou says, smiling. He looks tired as shit, although part of that might be the purplish shadow of stubble on Shinsou’s cheeks. No wonder he’s usually smooth-shaven.
254
He kisses Katsuki in greeting, high on the cheek, almost at his temple, then turns away with a cough. They don’t usually do that.
“Sorry, I didn’t expect you so quick. I’m still eating.”
“Sorry, I didn’t expect you so quick. I’m still eating.”
255
“It’s fine,” Katsuki says, drifting after him towards the kitchen. There’s a pan still on the stove full of golden rice and a bowl with some sort of tuna mix. Apparently Shinsou can cook. It looks a lot better than the leftovers Katsuki ate. “Were you away working?”
256
“Yeah. I’m not supposed to go into it because the Hero Commission classifies every fucking thing, but I can tell you it was a miserable waste of time.”
Katsuki leans his elbows on the counter as Shinsou shovels rice into his mouth.
“Sucks.”
Katsuki leans his elbows on the counter as Shinsou shovels rice into his mouth.
“Sucks.”
257
“Yeah.” Shinsou opens a cabinet and grabs a plate. “Sorry, let me get some for you.”
“It’s fine,” Katsuki says.
“I can’t just let you watch me eat,” Shinsou says. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t count as dinner if you don’t sit at a table.”
“It’s fine,” Katsuki says.
“I can’t just let you watch me eat,” Shinsou says. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t count as dinner if you don’t sit at a table.”
258
Katsuki blushes to have been pinned so thoroughly. He takes the plate Shinsou slides across the bar. Takes a bite. It’s as good as it smells.
259
“So what happened while I was away? Any gossip?”
Katsuki fumbles for a response since he hasn’t done anything but work since the last time he saw Shinsou.
Katsuki fumbles for a response since he hasn’t done anything but work since the last time he saw Shinsou.
260
He makes it through five minutes of dull conversation about some bank robber with a slime quirk that ate through the police confinement tank before Shinsou comes round the counter and slides an arm around Katsuki’s waist.
“Sorry for making you wait. Can I take you to bed now?”
“Sorry for making you wait. Can I take you to bed now?”
261
Not much later, in the darkness of Shinsou’s bedroom, the inevitable ask arrives. Shinsou’s on his knees between Katsuki’s legs, going slowly with kisses to Katsuki’s thighs and balls. He takes Katsuki unaware.
“Hey, so… I wanted to ask you something.”
“Hey, so… I wanted to ask you something.”
262
Katsuki draws a breath to brace for it. A question can’t be good. They’re already right at the edge of his limits. He’s like the roadrunner from those old cartoons. He’s already run past the canyon edge; all that’s left is the fall.
263
He’s got his response lined up when Shinsou asks, “Can I fuck your thighs?”
“I already said—wait, what?”
“Your thighs.” Shinsou drags his fingertips lightly down the inside of Katsuki’s leg.
“I already said—wait, what?”
“Your thighs.” Shinsou drags his fingertips lightly down the inside of Katsuki’s leg.
264
“You’re really…” while Katsuki’s still trying to make sense of this weird-ass request, Shinsou kisses him high on the inner thigh, heavy and slow, brushing his lips over Katsuki’s skin more than kissing. “Really… really… soft.”
265
Katsuki swallows as Shinsou nuzzles him.
“What’s in it for me?” Katsuki says, buying time while his mind whirs.
“Have you ever done it?” Shinsou asks.
“No.” Katsuki doesn’t feel shy about admitting it. Not like thigh-fucking is an essential sexual experience.
“What’s in it for me?” Katsuki says, buying time while his mind whirs.
“Have you ever done it?” Shinsou asks.
“No.” Katsuki doesn’t feel shy about admitting it. Not like thigh-fucking is an essential sexual experience.
266
“Then you’ll get to find out if you like it.” Shinsou rests his cheek on Katsuki’s leg and looks up. “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”
There are so many things Katsuki’s already decided he’ll never try, but this wasn’t actually one of them.
There are so many things Katsuki’s already decided he’ll never try, but this wasn’t actually one of them.
267
This never even occurred to him as something to categorize—in or out. Safe or unsafe. It seems… safe? Weird but safe?
“Fine,” Katsuki letting the skepticism play loud in his voice. “Let’s find out.”
“Fine,” Katsuki letting the skepticism play loud in his voice. “Let’s find out.”
268
“Yay.” Shinsou climbs onto the bed and coaxes Katsuki up towards the pillows with a pat. While Katsuki gingerly settles back, Shinsou reaches over to the night stand and rifles around in the drawer.
269
His hand reappears holding lube and Katsuki blurts out, “What’s that for?”
“It’s for your thighs.”
Katsuki blinks, feeling stupid. “Oh.”
Shinsou has such a good poker face. He never reacts when Katsuki’s weird. At least, he doesn’t react /badly/. He doesn’t ignore it either.
“It’s for your thighs.”
Katsuki blinks, feeling stupid. “Oh.”
Shinsou has such a good poker face. He never reacts when Katsuki’s weird. At least, he doesn’t react /badly/. He doesn’t ignore it either.
270
He waits until Katsuki leans back against the pillow, and then tugs him close, lying on his his side, fit into Shinsou’s body.
“You wanna do it like this?” Katsuki asks, still tense.
“You wanna do it like this?” Katsuki asks, still tense.
271
They haven’t done anything like this, curled into each other in the bed. It feels a little vulnerable to have Shinsou behind him.
“Yeah. Unless you wanted to do it another way?”
Katsuki doesn’t even know what the option set would be. “It’s fine,” he says.
“Yeah. Unless you wanted to do it another way?”
Katsuki doesn’t even know what the option set would be. “It’s fine,” he says.
272
It should be fine. He’s told Shinsou several times where the limits are, so Katsuki breathes slowly, one inch ahead of the anxiety.
Shinsou clicks open the bottle and gets his fingers wet with lube.
Shinsou clicks open the bottle and gets his fingers wet with lube.
273
His hand disappears and Katsuki breathes as steady as he can until Shinsou slips two slick fingers between his thighs.
This part could be perfunctory, but it’s not. His fingers twist in the tight space between Katsuki’s legs, sliding and separating.
This part could be perfunctory, but it’s not. His fingers twist in the tight space between Katsuki’s legs, sliding and separating.
274
It’s almost like being fingered, except it’s not difficult. It doesn’t hurt. Shinsou’s fingers slip upward and brush against his sac, making that part of him slick, too. Even his—even back towards his ass and Katsuki’s knees press together.
275
“Don’t,” he gasps before he can stop himself.
Shinsou’s hand stops. “I’m not. I won’t,” he says, a deep murmur. He’s said it before. Katsuki believes him, but it still helps to hear it. Maybe he said that just to hear it again.
Shinsou’s hand stops. “I’m not. I won’t,” he says, a deep murmur. He’s said it before. Katsuki believes him, but it still helps to hear it. Maybe he said that just to hear it again.
276
He relaxes as Shinsou rubs under his balls and back down between his thighs, coating him, before re-wetting his fingers with lube. Shinsou doesn’t seem to be in an hurry because what he does next is reach over Katsuki’s hip and grab his cock.
277
Katsuki groans in surprise, eyes closing as Shinsou strokes him, slicks him, squeezes him tight. “I thought you were gonna fuck my thighs,” he mutters, barely able to keep his voice steady.
“I am.” And yet Shinsou continues to twist his hand over Katsuki’s cock.
“I am.” And yet Shinsou continues to twist his hand over Katsuki’s cock.
278
It’s different like this, wrapped up in Shinsou’s warmth. Nothing to do but let him touch. He kisses Katsuki’s neck kind of slow and easy, like he isn’t meaning to tease, but Katsuki’s already throbbing.
“Shinsou,” he gripes.
“Shinsou,” he gripes.
279
“Mmm.” Shinsou kisses him a bit harder and slips his hand lower, down the base of his cock, down to fondle his balls, down even further to rub two fingers behind them like he did last time, during a blowjob. He already said what he wouldn’t do, so Katsuki lets it be good.
280
Shinsou shifts a bit, rocks, and his cock nudges against the back of Katsuki’s leg. It’s kind of… low. Not along his ass. Shinsou grips himself and rubs the head in, letting it slip between Katsuki’s thighs, then pushing forward gently.
281
Slowly. He could go faster, but he’s not, and Katsuki’s head is spinning because it’s sort of like he’s pushing into Katsuki’s body but it’s not even close enough to that area that he has to worry about it.
282
It’s sexy but it makes him so keyed up his teeth are clenched. His thighs are tight and Shinsou’s cock keeps nudging forward brushing lightly along his balls, until Shinsou’s pressed flush against Katsuki’s ass.
But not inside.
Katsuki’s panting.
But not inside.
Katsuki’s panting.
283
“Good?” Shinsou asks.
“Fine,” Katsuki says, because really nothing has happened, even if his nervous system thinks it has.
“You feel good,” Shinsou says. He kisses Katsuki again, at the hairline, and says, “Relax for me.”
“Fine,” Katsuki says, because really nothing has happened, even if his nervous system thinks it has.
“You feel good,” Shinsou says. He kisses Katsuki again, at the hairline, and says, “Relax for me.”
284
It’s fucking stupid. Katsuki shouldn’t have to relax just because Shinsou’s dick is between his thighs. He huffs out the breath he was holding anyway, and must sink a good two inches into the bed.
285
Shinsou finds his hand where it’s clutching the pillow and clasps his palm, moving it down until his fingers find the slippery head of Shinsou’s cock between his legs.
“You touch me,” Shinsou says, wrapping his hand back around Katsuki’s cock. “And I’ll touch you.”
“You touch me,” Shinsou says, wrapping his hand back around Katsuki’s cock. “And I’ll touch you.”
286
Katsuki says nothing, but he stutters forward into the grip, and moans at the sensation of Shinsou twitching between his thighs. They slide back tight together and the head of Shinsou’s cock nudges into Katsuki’s fingers. He teases over the crown of it as Shinsou strokes him.
287
“Perfect,” Shinsou murmurs in his ear. He starts to thrust, cock sliding back and forth between Katsuki’s thighs. Slipping along his balls and emerging for a pet from his fingers before dragging back again. The motion is distantly familiar – a memory of something else.
288
Shinsou is moving against him like they could actually be fucking, and it’s not that Katsuki wants to do it. He /doesn’t/. But some part in him recognizes the motion of bodies moving against each other like this for nothing but pleasure.
289
It’s good. It’s good like it’s supposed to be. The rhythm of Shinsou’s hips against his ass. The heat of him close by.
Katsuki flexes his thighs again, but this time it’s just to make Shinsou moan.
“Fuck, that’s nice. I wanna—mmm.”
Katsuki flexes his thighs again, but this time it’s just to make Shinsou moan.
“Fuck, that’s nice. I wanna—mmm.”
290
He cuts off and Katsuki misses his voice. The way it rumbles and the way it always seems to smooth away the rough edges Katsuki leaves behind. His awkwardness.
“Wanna what?” Katsuki pants. Shinsou doesn’t answer fast enough so he says, “Tell me. Talk to me.”
“Wanna what?” Katsuki pants. Shinsou doesn’t answer fast enough so he says, “Tell me. Talk to me.”
291
Shinsou groans and shoves an arm under Katsuki’s shoulder. Wraps it around his chest to hold him steady. Thrusts harder.
“Wanna cum between your legs. On your thighs. Can I?”
“Wanna cum between your legs. On your thighs. Can I?”
292
Oh. This is one of Shinsou’s polite asks. He’s asking because he doesn’t know what is it that makes Katsuki so weird about sex. It’s not the cum.
“Yeah,” Katsuki breathes. He’s stopped shifting back now, instead letting Shinsou control the pace. “You can cum on me.”
“Yeah,” Katsuki breathes. He’s stopped shifting back now, instead letting Shinsou control the pace. “You can cum on me.”
293
“Wanna get you wet and fuck into it. Make a mess on you.”
Katsuki groans. “Anywhere you want.”
Shinsou’s hand stutters against his as they stroke each other. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Katsuki groans. “Anywhere you want.”
Shinsou’s hand stutters against his as they stroke each other. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
294
The silence that follows feels heavy, like something’s about to emerge.
“Where do you want?” Shinsou whispers. “Your pretty face? Your chest?”
The images flash through Katsuki’s mind. He could do that. It’s a whole different thing they could do, but what he really wants is….
“Where do you want?” Shinsou whispers. “Your pretty face? Your chest?”
The images flash through Katsuki’s mind. He could do that. It’s a whole different thing they could do, but what he really wants is….
295
“I want it like this.”
“Between your legs?”
Something about that. The image. The idea of Shinsou’s cum smeared between his thighs. Dripping from him. “Yeah.”
“Between your legs?”
Something about that. The image. The idea of Shinsou’s cum smeared between his thighs. Dripping from him. “Yeah.”
296
“You’re hard as steel,” Shinsou says in his ear. “Tell me what dirty thing you’re thinking about.”
“Your cum.” Katsuki's eyes are closed. He can see it. “Dripping down my thighs. Coating my balls… my taint, my—my hole.”
“Your cum.” Katsuki's eyes are closed. He can see it. “Dripping down my thighs. Coating my balls… my taint, my—my hole.”
297
Shinsou pauses, twitching between Katsuki’s thighs, before he pulls back thrusts again. “Katsuki. Fuck. Yeah. I could… make a mess on your… perfect… hole.” He whispers the last word like he’s afraid to say it.
298
Shinsou makes this punched-out sound like he took a hit. His cock grows even thicker between Katsuki’s thighs. “I’m gonna cum, gonna—”
Katsuki cums first.
Katsuki cums first.
299
Shinsou’s just so—hard and warm and his voice and his hand, it just unravels Katsuki. He buries his face in the pillow and spills out onto the sheets.
And right in the middle of it, Shinsou spills too. It’s warm and wet and messy between Katsuki’s thighs.
And right in the middle of it, Shinsou spills too. It’s warm and wet and messy between Katsuki’s thighs.
300
hinsou keeps thrusting into it, and Katsuki’s balls squeeze so hard his whole body shudders with the spams until Shinsou slows and stops, softening between his legs.
They lay there, flush with a layer of sweat and Shinsou’s cum cooling between them.
They lay there, flush with a layer of sweat and Shinsou’s cum cooling between them.
301
The first thing Shinsou says is, “You don’t have to.”
Katsuki’s still trying not to think. “Huh?”
“You don’t have to do anything just because we say it during sex.”
“Yeah. I know.”
Of course he knows that.
Katsuki’s still trying not to think. “Huh?”
“You don’t have to do anything just because we say it during sex.”
“Yeah. I know.”
Of course he knows that.
302
----
Katsuki knows he doesn’t have to do anything they say during sex. He doesn’t have to do anything, any time, for any reason. Saying no is /easy/. It’s his default mode.
Katsuki knows he doesn’t have to do anything they say during sex. He doesn’t have to do anything, any time, for any reason. Saying no is /easy/. It’s his default mode.
303
But Shinsou knows that. So he must have meant something else. The idea keeps turning over in Katsuki’s brain. Unwrapping itself layer by layer over the next week.
//You don’t have to do anything just because we say it during sex//
//You don’t have to do anything just because we say it during sex//
304
Maybe Katsuki didn’t know that. Yes, of course he can say “no” to things, even things he thought he’d want. But maybe Shinsou meant //you can say things, but not actually want them to happen, even right then, in that moment. You can say things just to experience saying them.//
305
And that’s sort of…. new. It never occurred to Katsuki that all those strands could be teased out and separated.
The fantasy. The sharing of the fantasy. The reality of the fantasy.
He’s never thought of them as distinct before, but they could be.
The fantasy. The sharing of the fantasy. The reality of the fantasy.
He’s never thought of them as distinct before, but they could be.
306
There might be some dirty thoughts you keep to yourself—things you jerk off to, but never share. There might be some you whisper to a partner, because it’s sexy. Because it's fun. Things you /play/ with, but don’t ever make real.
307
And, of course, there are fantasies that you actually want to /do/, at least for most people. Things you whisper to someone in bed, and together, make happen.
308
When Katsuki decided he would never have sex—anal sex—he stopped fantasizing about it entirely. The fantasy wasn’t fun anymore. It made him feel sick, daydreaming about something he wouldn’t have, and didn’t really /want/ anymore.
309
But… daydreaming about something isn’t the same as wanting it for real. He could fantasize about it, and still not do it. He could even talk to Shinsou about it, play with it, pretend, and not do it.
310
Would that be fair, though? To either of them? Could someone play with a fantasy forever and feel satisfied without ever realizing it? And would it be cruel to do it with a partner who wanted the real thing, but would never get it?
Is it a tease? Is it a compromise?
Is it a tease? Is it a compromise?
311
Katsuki can’t decide.
But he does masturbate that week. He’s touched himself more in the last month than he did in the year prior. Shinsou’s given him so much fodder. Safe fodder, like hand jobs and blow jobs and a warm voice in his ear.
But he does masturbate that week. He’s touched himself more in the last month than he did in the year prior. Shinsou’s given him so much fodder. Safe fodder, like hand jobs and blow jobs and a warm voice in his ear.
312
This time, while he strokes himself, he imagines that rather than pushing between his thighs, Shinsou pushes inside him. Imagines it feels as good as he once thought it would. Vulnerable and safe, wanted and wanting.
313
Forgotten fantasies slip in and spur him on… dirty things, sexy things, weird things. They flicker in and carry him forward before he can connect them to reality. He doesn’t /want/ to connect them to reality; he just wants that desire to burn through him.
314
He cums hard, but afterwards, as he washes his hands, he feels vaguely sick. Maybe this is a bad idea. He had everything sorted neatly before he got mixed up with Shinsou: the things he wouldn’t do, the things he wouldn’t think. It wasn’t easy, but it was for his own good.
315
He has the discipline to do it again, but he’s starting to worry that he was taking the easy way out. Maybe excising that part of himself was something other than discipline. Fear, or avoidance.
Or maybe he’s going to land in the exact same spot, this time with new regrets.
Or maybe he’s going to land in the exact same spot, this time with new regrets.
316
====
A few days sort out nothing. Katsuki never really knew what he was doing with Shinsou, and now he knows /less/. Still, when Shinsou texts him, Katsuki turns off his oven, shoves a granola bar in his mouth for dinner, and heads over immediately.
A few days sort out nothing. Katsuki never really knew what he was doing with Shinsou, and now he knows /less/. Still, when Shinsou texts him, Katsuki turns off his oven, shoves a granola bar in his mouth for dinner, and heads over immediately.
317
It’s not even dark out. As Katsuki stands in front of the door to Shinsou’s apartment, he tries to count how many times he’s been here, and he can’t remember. How is that possible? It isn’t that many. Seven? Eight?
318
He’s mixing up that kiss in the stairwell with the kiss against the door, maybe. Oh, what about that time in the alley?
The door opens, and Katsuki looks up into Shinsou’s wry smile.
“Whatcha doing out here?” he asks.
The door opens, and Katsuki looks up into Shinsou’s wry smile.
“Whatcha doing out here?” he asks.
319
Shit, Katsuki didn’t even knock. He’s just been standing here like a weirdo.
“Nothing,” he says, not bothering with a lie.
“Cooool…” Shinsou steps back so he can walk in. “Do mind if I finish this show? There’s only ten minutes left. You usually take longer to get here.”
“Nothing,” he says, not bothering with a lie.
“Cooool…” Shinsou steps back so he can walk in. “Do mind if I finish this show? There’s only ten minutes left. You usually take longer to get here.”
320
It’s not a strange request, but somehow Katsuki acts like it is, stumbling solo from one awkward moment to another. He looks at the TV hesitantly. It’s paused on some long-running mafia drama that he’s never watched. “Uh. That’s fine.”
321
There’s no reason this wouldn’t be fine. He watched TV in Shinsou’s proximity about a hundred times when they were both living in the UA dorms. Still, he sits like he’s never interacted with a couch before, while Shinsou, as usual, seems not to notice.
322
He gets Katsuki a glass of water from the kitchen and he talks about season three of whatever it is.
He sits right next to Katsuki—touching—and props his feet up on the coffee table. His weight carries Katsuki back a little bit from fully upright.
He sits right next to Katsuki—touching—and props his feet up on the coffee table. His weight carries Katsuki back a little bit from fully upright.
323
Hard to say if he’s more or less uncomfortable now. Shinsou watches the show while Katsuki mentally catalogs what he knows about the nuances between friendship, dating, and fucking and if he’s unfairly mixing categories.
324
Ten minutes later, some dude gets offed and the credits roll. Katsuki’s back is starting to hurt.
Shinsou sighs, but when Katsuki looks over, he’s smiling. He sets the remote on the table. “You know, I think you’d like it if you really watched it. Very old-school vengeance.”
Shinsou sighs, but when Katsuki looks over, he’s smiling. He sets the remote on the table. “You know, I think you’d like it if you really watched it. Very old-school vengeance.”
325
Katsuki isn’t sure he caught any of what happened in the last ten minutes. “I mostly watch cooking shows,” he says.
It feels like they’re playing different sports on the same field, but Shinsou laughs and catches him with a warm hand at the back of his neck. “Okay. Come here.”
It feels like they’re playing different sports on the same field, but Shinsou laughs and catches him with a warm hand at the back of his neck. “Okay. Come here.”
326
It’s only then that Katsuki’s body seems to remember how to move. Shinsou leads, and Katsuki follows, sliding on top of him and into an open-mouthed kiss.
327
Shinsou’s body is broad and solid under him, and for a minute, Katsuki remembers making out with Kirishima late at night on the green dorm couches, giddy and confident. Katsuki used to know how to lead, too, but that was a long time ago, and it’s no use looking back.
328
Shinsou tugs Katsuki up a bit and the memory fades. Their legs intertwine, the ball of Shinsou’s socked foot rubbing up the back of Katsuki’s calf.
By the time Shinsou noses Katsuki up, the sun has set, leaving the windows black.
By the time Shinsou noses Katsuki up, the sun has set, leaving the windows black.
329
“I wanna take you to my bedroom.”
“Okay,” Katsuki says, patient as Shinsou kisses him again. “You got something particular in mind?” he asks as Shinsou nudges him onto his feet.
“Okay,” Katsuki says, patient as Shinsou kisses him again. “You got something particular in mind?” he asks as Shinsou nudges him onto his feet.
330
“Kinda.” Shinsou leads Katsuki into the dark bedroom. He closes the door and kisses Katsuki again, holding his head with both hands. A little anxiety bubbles up and then fizzles into anticipation, because Shinsou hasn’t yet asked for something Katsuki didn’t want to give.
331
“So…” he says. “I was wondering, could I fuck your thighs again... but with you on your knees?”
Katsuki pauses, looking at Shinsou in the dark. Is he working up to something with this?
“Why?”
Katsuki pauses, looking at Shinsou in the dark. Is he working up to something with this?
“Why?”
332
“I think it’d be sexy.”
“Why that, though?”
Shinsou gives him a long look, still holding his neck. “Because last time, we both got off on the idea of me cumming on your hole. I could do that. Or I could tease you about it, but not do it. Or we could do something else.”
“Why that, though?”
Shinsou gives him a long look, still holding his neck. “Because last time, we both got off on the idea of me cumming on your hole. I could do that. Or I could tease you about it, but not do it. Or we could do something else.”
333
Oh shit. Katsuki swallows. It’s the thing—the whispered fantasy. Shinsou has laid it bare, and given him all the options. Pretend. Make it real. Skip it entirely.
Katsuki pictures it.
Katsuki pictures it.
334
They’ve already done thigh fucking, but the idea of being on his knees; face down. It’s an entirely different thing. Katsuki can imagine exactly the view Shinsou will have of him, stretched out on the bed and exposed. Exposed with a /purpose/.
335
Katsuki’s neck prickles. At one point in his life, that vulnerability would have appealed to him.
“We can do something else,” Shinsou says.
“No, we can do that,” Katsuki blurts out. He might not get another opportunity.
“We can do something else,” Shinsou says.
“No, we can do that,” Katsuki blurts out. He might not get another opportunity.
336
Shinsou looks at him with that direct gaze. “Because you think it’ll be sexy… or?”
“Yeah.” Katsuki’s breathless, but he says it. “I think it’ll be sexy. Might be. We could try it.”
“You want to?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” Katsuki’s breathless, but he says it. “I think it’ll be sexy. Might be. We could try it.”
“You want to?”
“Yeah.”
337
“And what about the thing?” Shinsou asks.
Katsuki would turn away if he could. He’s probably heating Shinsou’s hands with his cheeks. “I dunno,” he murmurs. “I’ll… tell you.” He wants it. He just can’t say it /now/.
“Hmm,” Shinsou murmurs. “Okay. Turn around.”
Katsuki would turn away if he could. He’s probably heating Shinsou’s hands with his cheeks. “I dunno,” he murmurs. “I’ll… tell you.” He wants it. He just can’t say it /now/.
“Hmm,” Shinsou murmurs. “Okay. Turn around.”
338
Katsuki turns with relief, raising his arms when Shinsou grabs the hem of his shirt. Shinsou strips them both and presses against Katsuki’s back. It’s warm in the bedroom, but Shinsou’s body is warmer.
339
“I’m not going to touch you anywhere I haven’t already,” Shinsou murmurs. “Will you get on the bed for me?”
Katsuki crawls on the bed, goosebumps breaking out across his shoulder blades.
Katsuki crawls on the bed, goosebumps breaking out across his shoulder blades.
340
It’s wild, he used to think there were like… three sex acts, but Shinsou keeps inventing new ones, and every time Katsuki feels this thrill—the excitement and the fear. He’s becoming an addict.
341
“Hold on,” Shinsou says, and kisses the back of Katsuki’s left hip. “I’m gonna grab stuff.”
Katsuki waits on the comforter, naked and shivering for the few seconds until Shinsou’s back.
Katsuki waits on the comforter, naked and shivering for the few seconds until Shinsou’s back.
342
He throws a hand towel down on the bed before settling his warm palm on Katsuki’s hip to rub a slow circle.
“You look so good,” Shinsou murmurs in his quiet-in-the-dark voice. “You know you’re insanely hot, right?”
Katsuki huffs. Yeah, he’s heard.
“You look so good,” Shinsou murmurs in his quiet-in-the-dark voice. “You know you’re insanely hot, right?”
Katsuki huffs. Yeah, he’s heard.
343
“And I haven’t gotten to see you like this before.” Shinsou climbs onto the bed, gently nudging Katsuki’s knees together between his.
Nobody’s seen Katsuki like this before. He curls his toes and tries not to imagine it.
Nobody’s seen Katsuki like this before. He curls his toes and tries not to imagine it.
344
Shinsou leans over him, both hands pressed to the bed. He’s not fully hard yet, but Katsuki feels the gentle press of Shinsou’s cock as he kisses the middle of Katsuki’s back, then slowly up his spine, his nape, the side of his neck.
345
Perched on his hands and knees, there’s nothing for Katsuki to do try not to shiver too obviously. It’s not cold in here, it’s the weird interplay of anxiety and arousal. This isn’t how he used to feel about sex. He doesn’t know if it’ll go away, or coil in deeper.
346
Shinsou whispers in Katsuki’s ear, “If you want to go down to your chest, I’d like that.”
“I—okay.” Katsuki swallows and does it. His shoulders were already starting to ache, and… and he wanted to, but now he’s even more exposed as Shinsou pushes back up.
“I—okay.” Katsuki swallows and does it. His shoulders were already starting to ache, and… and he wanted to, but now he’s even more exposed as Shinsou pushes back up.
347
Ass up, chest down. Katsuki closes his eyes and pretends it’s as dark in the bedroom as it is behind his eyelids. Even though Katsuki’s thighs are pressed together, Shinsou’s got to be able to… see him.
“Pretty, pretty hole,” Shinsou says.
“Pretty, pretty hole,” Shinsou says.
348
Katsuki wraps his arms around his head as his heart thunders. He was expecting this—Shinsou always talks—but that doesn’t mean he knows how to handle it.
“You wanna spread your cheeks and give me a better view?”
“You wanna spread your cheeks and give me a better view?”
349
Katsuki makes a stupid sound, like an animal choking. “Shinsou,” he gasps. Not in a million years.
“Sorry, I love when you’re shy.” Behind Katsuki, there’s the pop of a cap. “For your thighs,” Shinsou murmurs.
“Sorry, I love when you’re shy.” Behind Katsuki, there’s the pop of a cap. “For your thighs,” Shinsou murmurs.
350
Katsuki curls his toes, the tops of his feet are just off the edge of the mattress. He forces his breath to stay steady as Shinsou slowly rubs his fingers up and down between his thighs, coating them in lube. He reaches around Katsuki’s waist and squeezes more over his cock.
351
“It’ll be hard for me to touch you like this,” Shinsou says, “So you should touch yourself. Slow. Don’t get ahead of me.”
Katsuki huffs, not quite annoyed. Shinsou never teases, but Katsuki’s always ahead. Always cums fast.
Katsuki huffs, not quite annoyed. Shinsou never teases, but Katsuki’s always ahead. Always cums fast.
352
But he goes slow anyway, lazy strokes as the familiar shape of Shinsou’s cock pushes between his thighs. Just like last time, the slow drag, slipping past the resistance of his body, makes Katsuki shiver.
353
Is it pretend sex? Is it something else entirely? What would Shinsou say if he asked?
“Perfect,” Shinsou sighs. “This is the best view I can imagine.” His hands curl around Katsuki’s waist, right at his hipbones, and grip as he thrusts.
“Perfect,” Shinsou sighs. “This is the best view I can imagine.” His hands curl around Katsuki’s waist, right at his hipbones, and grip as he thrusts.
354
Katsuki closes his eyes, cheek pressed against his bicep. What Shinsou’s doing doesn’t feel that good, but the idea that he’s… getting pleasure from Katsuki’s body. That’s sexy.
355
Katsuki sinks into the slow rhythm of Shinsou’s hips.
Shinsou’s hands slide forward over Katsuki’s skin. They rest at his ribs, and then slowly glide back to his ass. Gentle. And yet, the pressure parts him slightly, and the intimacy of it makes him dizzy.
Shinsou’s hands slide forward over Katsuki’s skin. They rest at his ribs, and then slowly glide back to his ass. Gentle. And yet, the pressure parts him slightly, and the intimacy of it makes him dizzy.
356
The barely-there caress of Shinsou’s thumbs on the inner part of his butt cheeks. Katsuki tenses, then relaxes, then moans when he thinks of how this must look for Shinsou. Even real sex didn’t feel this vulnerable.
357
“You’re so sexy,” Shinsou murmurs, still thrusting between Katsuki’s thighs. His cock feels thick and smooth and safe. “This body. Your perfect asshole. It’s gorgeous—do you ever look? So smooth and tight. It’s so pretty I don’t think I can make a mess on it.”
358
Katsuki’s shyness disappears in a childlike flash of frustration. Katsuki wants it. He /wants/ it. That’s why he’s ass-up in this bed, squirming and pressing his knees tight. And now Shinsou is going to tease him?
“You asshole,” Katsuki groans.
“You asshole,” Katsuki groans.
359
“No,” Shinsou coos, “just an appreciator of perfection.”
“Fucker,” Katsuki says. “You said you would.”
“Actually, you said you’d tell me if you wanted it.”
Katsuki can picture the twist of Shinsou's smile. Sexy and punchable. “I’m telling you,” Katsuki says.
“Fucker,” Katsuki says. “You said you would.”
“Actually, you said you’d tell me if you wanted it.”
Katsuki can picture the twist of Shinsou's smile. Sexy and punchable. “I’m telling you,” Katsuki says.
360
“You really want it?”
It takes a second, but Katsuki gasps, “Yes.”
“Where?”
He’s so annoying, and yet it barely penetrates the haze of lust fogging Katsuki’s brain. “Fuck, Shinsou. On my hole. Cum on my hole, make a mess, get it inside me, I—”
It takes a second, but Katsuki gasps, “Yes.”
“Where?”
He’s so annoying, and yet it barely penetrates the haze of lust fogging Katsuki’s brain. “Fuck, Shinsou. On my hole. Cum on my hole, make a mess, get it inside me, I—”
361
Behind him, Shinsou groans, and Katsuki cuts off as something hot and wet lashes across his lower back. Then another pulse on his hip. Shinsou's knuckles brush against Katsuki’s ass as he gives himself the last few strokes, panting.
362
Wait. Katsuki picks up his head and looks back over his shoulder, frowning. Did Shinsou… do it?
He didn’t. He came on Katsuki’s back.
“What the fuck,” Katsuki groans as Shinsou topples him over onto the bed. “Why didn’t you—”
He didn’t. He came on Katsuki’s back.
“What the fuck,” Katsuki groans as Shinsou topples him over onto the bed. “Why didn’t you—”
363
“C’mere,” Shinsou interrupts, pulling them close on their sides so Katsuki’s head rests on his bicep. He has his hand on Katsuki’s dick before he can spin up his complaints. “C’mere, right here, gonna make you cum, that was so hot.”
364
“Shinsou,” Katsuki grumbles, pissed, but still willing to accept a conciliatory hand job.
“Shh. Sorry,” Shinsou mumbles in between kisses. “Next time. Next time we can."
“Shh. Sorry,” Shinsou mumbles in between kisses. “Next time. Next time we can."
365
"I didn’t know if you meant it. You have to tell me before, but I will. I’ll spread your cheeks, get it all over you, rub it in, watch it drip…”
366
He keeps going, murmuring dirty, dirty things while Katsuki grips his shoulder and fucks into his fist until there’s a mess on their stomachs. Shinsou’s still kissing him. Holding him. His hand smears shamelessly through the cum on Katsuki’s back and tugs him even closer.
367
Their mess is everywhere… except for where Katsuki actually wanted it.
He keeps his eyes closed because his head is pounding. He ought to be annoyed, but somehow the whole thing was still so sexy it left him dizzy and shaking. Sexy and scary and embarrassing and weird and hot.
He keeps his eyes closed because his head is pounding. He ought to be annoyed, but somehow the whole thing was still so sexy it left him dizzy and shaking. Sexy and scary and embarrassing and weird and hot.
368
The idea of complaining has fled. He doesn’t want to talk, just to keep hiding against Shinsou’s shoulder.
Except, he’ll have to go at some point. It’s probably not even eight pm. He can’t lie here in Shinsou’s bed forever.
Except, he’ll have to go at some point. It’s probably not even eight pm. He can’t lie here in Shinsou’s bed forever.
369
Katsuki draws a slow breath and braces himself to peel away, but before he can move, Shinsou says, “Are you mad at me?”
Oh no. He’s talking. “No,” Katsuki manages, voice muffled because his mouth is pressed against Shinsou’s chest.
Oh no. He’s talking. “No,” Katsuki manages, voice muffled because his mouth is pressed against Shinsou’s chest.
370
“I don’t want to uh… fuck with your boundaries. Things are a little clearer if we talk beforehand, and when you said, “get it inside me,” I thought you probably didn’t really mean /that/, and if—”
371
“It’s fine,” Katsuki says, unwilling to consider if he meant it or not. “I liked it.” He says that last part quickly, mostly to pacify Shinsou so they can stop talking, but the longer the words sit there, the truer they feel.
372
This is probably a stupid, out-of-proportion reaction to thigh fucking, but Katsuki feels like he just got off a roller coaster. It’s hard to know if you liked it when your heart’s still racing from some out-of-control thrill.
373
But slowly, things calm down, you walk away, and you either feel like you wanna do that again, or actually, you hated it.
Katsuki would do that again.
“Good,” Shinsou says. “I want you to like everything.”
Katsuki would do that again.
“Good,” Shinsou says. “I want you to like everything.”
374
Katsuki sighs. “Yeah.” Wouldn’t it be great if he liked everything?
“I’m feeling a little, uh—” Shinsou laughs awkwardly. “Is it okay if we rest for a few minutes?”
Right now, Katsuki can’t face the awkward exit anyway. “Sure,” he says, face still pressed to Shinsou’s skin.
“I’m feeling a little, uh—” Shinsou laughs awkwardly. “Is it okay if we rest for a few minutes?”
Right now, Katsuki can’t face the awkward exit anyway. “Sure,” he says, face still pressed to Shinsou’s skin.
375
Goodness when did we last link the top??
🍋 Lemon the Ship Sneak 🍋@LemonDropLan
Overtight-katsuki, shinbaku edition. Because it can't be done too much....
376
When Katsuki wakes, he’s all alone. The room is dark save a strip of yellow light where the door is ajar. He fumbles on the floor for his pants, then the phone in the pocket.
377
It’s almost one in the morning. Ugh. He must have slept for for like five hours. Where the fuck is Shinsou?
Katsuki pads to the door and peeks out.
Katsuki pads to the door and peeks out.
378
There’s a dim table light on in the living room. Shinsou’s on the couch in boxer shorts, drinking from a mug and scrolling on his phone. Muffin is curled up like a baby in the cradle of his phone arm.
379
Katsuki watches as Shinsou takes a long slow sip,
“Hey,” Katsuki says. His voice is raspy from sleep and it sets off the cat who hisses and springs from Shinsou’s chest, probably angry he just got caught cuddling.
“Hey,” Katsuki says. His voice is raspy from sleep and it sets off the cat who hisses and springs from Shinsou’s chest, probably angry he just got caught cuddling.
380
“Oh god dammit,” Shinsou says, jumping up off the couch. There are three tiny claw marks streaking across his chest and what looks like coffee dripping down his stomach and around his hips.
381
He wipes at himself with his forearms and looks around before stripping off his boxers and using them to scrub himself clean.
“Sorry,” Katsuki says, a little bemused and still half-annoyed. He hurries into Shinsou’s kitchen to retrieve a towel. “I didn’t mean to startle him.”
“Sorry,” Katsuki says, a little bemused and still half-annoyed. He hurries into Shinsou’s kitchen to retrieve a towel. “I didn’t mean to startle him.”
382
Shinsou sighs and catches the towel. “He does that half the time anyway. Paranoid monster,” he says, wiping down his forearms and the bottom of the mug. “At least it wasn’t boiling hot.”
383
“Are you drinking coffee at 1am?”
“Hot chocolate.” Shinsou’s cheek’s color a bit. “It helps me sleep. You want some?”
At one in the morning?? “No,” Katsuki says. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Hot chocolate.” Shinsou’s cheek’s color a bit. “It helps me sleep. You want some?”
At one in the morning?? “No,” Katsuki says. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
384
Shinsou shrugs, pressing his lips together. “It was after midnight when I woke up. I figured at that point you might as well sleep.”
Katsuki rubs his neck. “I gotta get home.”
Katsuki rubs his neck. “I gotta get home.”
385
“Do you?” Shinsou asks, and there’s something brittle in his voice that Katsuki hasn’t heard in years. Shinsou was always acerbic in high school, but it’s kind of jarring to hear it now. As difficult as Katsuki is, this is the first time Shinsou has ever seemed annoyed.
386
Shinsou sighs and looks up at the ceiling before he adds, “I mean, if you do, you do. But you’re kinda covered in jizz.”
“I’ll clean up,” Katsuki says. He’s not gonna stay here and annoy Shinsou more. Shinsou has washcloths in the bathroom.
“I’ll clean up,” Katsuki says. He’s not gonna stay here and annoy Shinsou more. Shinsou has washcloths in the bathroom.
387
“Or we could just take a shower? It’s not like that’ll take longer than trying to get everything off in the sink. I’m gross, too.” He wrinkles his nose. “Jizz and hot chocolate.”
388
Katsuki hovers in the doorway uncertainly but Shinsou’s already on the move. He tosses the dirty towel and his boxers onto the floor in the kitchen, near his washer, and sweeps Katsuki back into the bedroom.
389
“A hot shower helps you sleep, too. You can go home if you want, after,” he says, flipping on a light in the bathroom.
“What do you know about sleep?” Katsuki grumbles. He can feel Shinsou’s dried cum tugging on his back and that’s going to be a pain to get off in a sink anyway.
“What do you know about sleep?” Katsuki grumbles. He can feel Shinsou’s dried cum tugging on his back and that’s going to be a pain to get off in a sink anyway.
390
Shinsou turns on the water, grabs towels from a cabinet and tosses them on the floor. The only light on is directly over the shower, leaving the rest of the bathroom dim. Shinsou’s apartment is pretty nice, actually, so the shower stall is roomy.
391
All glass with a tiled seat at one end where his shampoo and soap and razors are scattered.
When the glass starts to fog with steam, Shinsou pulls open the door. “After you,” he says.
When the glass starts to fog with steam, Shinsou pulls open the door. “After you,” he says.
392
Katsuki steps into the spray, letting it hit his chest, hot and tingly. He turns to warm his back, then steps in further to make room for Shinsou.
Shinsou isn’t usually this quiet and it’s not as comfortable without his voice smoothing their way through all the transitions.
Shinsou isn’t usually this quiet and it’s not as comfortable without his voice smoothing their way through all the transitions.
393
Shinsou sweeps back his wet hair and nudges Katsuki back into the spray.
“Do you have work tomorrow?” Shinsou asks, squeezing shampoo into his hand.
“Do you have work tomorrow?” Shinsou asks, squeezing shampoo into his hand.
394
“Yeah,” Katsuki says. It’s true, but not completely, and it wouldn’t be hard for Shinsou to find out /when/ he’s working, especially because Katsuki’s likely to be on shift with Kaminari. He also just… feels like a dick. “Not until afternoon, though.”
395
Shinsou is turned away so Katsuki can’t see his face. “So you could sleep in, if you needed to.”
“… Yeah,” Katsuki says. He’s not sure where Shinsou’s going with this. They’re both speaking quietly, voices droning under the sound of the spray.
“Can I wash your back?”
“… Yeah,” Katsuki says. He’s not sure where Shinsou’s going with this. They’re both speaking quietly, voices droning under the sound of the spray.
“Can I wash your back?”
396
The look sly look Shinsou sends over his shoulder suggests more than just a back wash. Katsuki huffs, amused. Maybe that’s what he was getting at. “Sure.” After all, this is just one more thing he hasn’t done before.
397
Sure, he’s showered a thousand times in a locker room with other naked dudes. But he hasn’t been washed.
Shinsou pulls them chest to chest and rubs his soapy hands up and down Katsuki’s back, rubbing away the mess he made hours ago.
Shinsou pulls them chest to chest and rubs his soapy hands up and down Katsuki’s back, rubbing away the mess he made hours ago.
398
He doesn’t stop there, though. It turns into a slow, slick massage. Katsuki groans as Shinsou’s hands work up to his shoulders. The back of his neck. He has good hands. Strong fingers.
399
“You’re really tense,” Shinsou murmurs. His mouth is right at Katsuki’s ear, their chest pressed together with water pooling between them from the shower spray.
“No shit,” Katsuki says.
“No shit,” Katsuki says.
400
“Ha. Yeah.” Shinsou’s hands glide down to his ass and rub, there, too, thumbs digging in behind his hips, along the medius, where he’s always sore. “You know what I think helps?”
“What?”
“Kissing. You like kissing. Makes you less tense.”
“What?”
“Kissing. You like kissing. Makes you less tense.”
401
That sounds so stupid. “I don’t like /kissing/,” Katsuki says, trailing off with a grimace, but that /also/ sounds dumb because he sort of does, and Shinsou has obviously picked up on that. “Fucking whatever.”
402
Uhm. thread seems cursed? i'm going to try continuing here...
🍋 Lemon the Ship Sneak 🍋@LemonDropLan
Shinsou’s smiling as he ducks down. “Okay,” he says, lips barely brushing over Katsuki’s, luring him closer until they sink into a deep, endless kiss.