Shinsou’s smiling as he ducks down. “Okay,” he says, lips barely...
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Aug 09, 2026
~9 min read
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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.
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Shinsou presses Katsuki’s shoulders into the cold, tile wall, arms still tight around his waist. His body is hot from the water, his head is haloed by the overhead light, his mouth tastes like chocolate.
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You’d think kissing would get boring, but every new way their mouths fit together sends Katsuki’s brain buzzing with interest. A tilted head, a softer tongue, the roll of Shinsou’s teeth along Katsuki’s lip before he pulls back.
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“I wanted to ask you something,” Shinsou murmurs.
“What?” Katsuki asks. He’s so out of it, it doesn’t even occur to him to worry.
“What?” Katsuki asks. He’s so out of it, it doesn’t even occur to him to worry.
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“This, uh, no anal thing of yours. Is it because you think it’s gross, or painful?”
Katsuki’s nervous system crackles back online. Shinsou doesn’t usually prod so directly at this boundary he’s drawn, and Katsuki isn’t close to being able to explain it.
Katsuki’s nervous system crackles back online. Shinsou doesn’t usually prod so directly at this boundary he’s drawn, and Katsuki isn’t close to being able to explain it.
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Shinsou goes on quickly. “So, I’m asking because we’re in the shower. And you can’t get much cleaner than now, and you can’t get much softer than a tongue, and I’m not trying to push you at all, but I wondered how you feel about rimming.”
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Katsuki’s eyebrows lift in surprise. This is an easier question than “what’s wrong with you?” but still not one he’s prepared to answer. Shinsou stands there waiting.
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He just keeps waiting, and when Katsuki doesn’t talk he picks up the soap again and starts washing his shoulders. Fuck, he’s not gonna keep talking this time.
“I haven’t done it,” Katsuki says. Shinsou’s probably guessed that.
“I haven’t done it,” Katsuki says. Shinsou’s probably guessed that.
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“Hm,” Shinsou muses, moving down to his underarms and chest. “Do you want to try it?”
“You want to… do it to me?”
“Yeah.” Shinsou wipes the soap suds from his abs.. “Pretty little hole, I want it to feel good.”
“You want to… do it to me?”
“Yeah.” Shinsou wipes the soap suds from his abs.. “Pretty little hole, I want it to feel good.”
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It makes Katsuki’s head spin when Shinsou talks about him like that. This part of him. The part he doesn’t want to be touched and at the same time it sort of thrills him that Shinsou is even talking about it.
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Shinsou said he doesn’t want to push, which is obvious because Katsuki never feels pushed, and somehow things just keep moving forward in ways he doesn’t expect, along paths he didn’t realize existed.
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Maybe it’s an offer, not a push. Shinsou always asking because he doesn’t know where the boundary really is. Shinsou laying out a trail of breadcrumbs that Katsuki wants to follow.
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“Would you…” this seems like a dumb question, but Katsuki really doesn’t know.
“Would I what?”
“Would you stay on the outside?”
“Would I what?”
“Would you stay on the outside?”
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Shinsou looks at him seriously. “Yeah. I mean, people don’t always. It can be more than that. But I would with you. That’s what you want, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So you want to?”
“If you want to.”
“Yeah.”
“So you want to?”
“If you want to.”
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It doesn’t feel sexy when Katsuki says it. He doesn’t feel sexy, but he appreciates that Shinsou doesn’t get caught up on that. Sometimes Katsuki’s enthusiasm lags where his brain wants it to be. It’s too busy thinking to catch up, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it.
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Shinsou pulls him in close, hand soapy on Katsuki’s ass. “I want to. And you’ll tell me to stop if you don’t like it.” He smacks Katsuki lightly on the butt. “Turn around and put your hands on the bench.
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The setup is so awkward Katsuki almost backs out. Legs spread, bent over with the shower spray numbing his back. Shinsou somewhere behind him, making himself small to fit. Sliding down to his knees on the hard tile.
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Then he kisses the very inner edge of Katsuki’s left buttcheek and electricity crackles up Katsuki’s spine. It screams danger. He’s so close. Right in there. Katsuki’s spread for it and Shinsou could do anything.
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Katsuki closes his eyes and flexes his fingers on the tile.
Shinsou kisses a line up the other buttcheek. He’s getting so close the middle Katsuki tightens up. There’s no way not to, that’s just what his body does.
Shinsou kisses a line up the other buttcheek. He’s getting so close the middle Katsuki tightens up. There’s no way not to, that’s just what his body does.
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Shinsou’s thumbs press at him a little bit, so gentle he barely parts, but it’s enough for Shinsou to lick between his cheeks, tongue just brushing over his hole and Katsuki chokes.
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Nobody’s touched him there since high school and he never knew how to feel about it, even then. He wanted the thrill of it, wanted to like it, and yet it never was quite what he expected.
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This time, Shinsou told him exactly what to expect and Katsuki’s swinging between anticipation and fear, so hyped up the world tilts and Shinsou’s hands tighten on his hips.
"Steady," he murmurs and Katsuki lets it be Shinsou’s voice and hands that steady him.
"Steady," he murmurs and Katsuki lets it be Shinsou’s voice and hands that steady him.
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Everything blurs a little bit in the steam—the tile in front of Katsuki’s face, the seconds ticking by, Shinsou’s hand on his cock. All the while, Shinsou’s tongue nuzzles in closer and closer until he’s lapping right over Katsuki’s hole.
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Teasing at it. Spreading him wider and somehow Katsuki lets it happen. He tenses and relaxes in waves. Shinsou traces a tight circle with this tip of his tongue...
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and Katsuki’s so afraid he’ll try to actually stick his tongue /inside/ except at some point it stops being a fear and starts being something he sort of wants. He’s afraid of it or he wants it and his mind is whirling.
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It’s just Shinsou’s mouth is so soft. Tongue gentle. Almost hard to feel, it’s a tease.
“More,” Katsuki says, purposely vague—not sure if he’s afraid or hopeful that Shinsou’s /more/ will push him past this point he’s so stuck on.
“More,” Katsuki says, purposely vague—not sure if he’s afraid or hopeful that Shinsou’s /more/ will push him past this point he’s so stuck on.
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It doesn’t do anything but work Katsuki up more. The want. The sideways ask. The fear and excitement. His gasps blend in with the thrum of the water. His shoulders curl. At some point his muscles do relax. He’s letting Shinsou hold him wide and lick at him.
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Every once in a while Katsuki can feel the tip of Shinsou tongue swirl gently in exactly the right spot where he won’t push in, but could, he /could/, and fuck, fuck fuck.
Katsuki grabs his dick just in time to splatter cum on the tile.
Katsuki grabs his dick just in time to splatter cum on the tile.
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Shinsou never pushed inside, never even hinted at it but now that Katsuki’s already cum, he realizes that he still wants something and he’s begging Shinsou to cum on his hole.
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Cum on him. Right against him. Get it inside him. Katsuki says that again and still doesn’t know if he means it.
/Get it inside me/.
/Get it inside me/.
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Shinsou doesn’t, of course. He strokes himself behind Katsuki, one hand on the middle of his back. The tip of him presses against Katsuki’s right ass cheek. When he cums, Katsuki closes his eyes and pictures it on his skin as it washes down the backs of his legs.
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They kiss afterward. It didn’t even occur to Katsuki that it could be weird, but it’s not. Shinsou’s mouth still tastes faintly like hot chocolate.
“Good?” he asks as Katsuki slumps against the wall.
“Good?” he asks as Katsuki slumps against the wall.
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Katsuki nods. The water is starting to cool.
“Good. It’s especially nice in the shower.” Shinsou grins and grabs the soap to wash the their junk again. He kneels down to clean the back of Katsuki’s legs all the way down to his heels.
“Good. It’s especially nice in the shower.” Shinsou grins and grabs the soap to wash the their junk again. He kneels down to clean the back of Katsuki’s legs all the way down to his heels.
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Katsuki realizes that he never answered Shinsou’s question. “I don’t think it’s gross,” he says.
“Hm?” Shinsou turns off the water and steps out, grabbing a towel for Katsuki.
“Hm?” Shinsou turns off the water and steps out, grabbing a towel for Katsuki.
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He doesn’t know why he feels like he needs to say this to Shinsou. It’s just that… Shinsou just ate his ass and maybe he deserves this sliver of truth. “I don’t think it’s gross. Anal sex. That’s not it. I think it hurts.”
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Shinsou looks up at him, seems to be looking so carefully Katsuki throws the towel over his head to dry his hair.
“Oh,” Shinsou says. “You’ve done it.”
“Oh,” Shinsou says. “You’ve done it.”
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Katsuki thought he knew that, at least. “Anal sex? Yeah I’ve done it.”
Shinsou looks surprised. He blinks and seems to realize he’s staring. He starts toweling off his legs. But he says, after a minute, “Did you want to do it?”
Shinsou looks surprised. He blinks and seems to realize he’s staring. He starts toweling off his legs. But he says, after a minute, “Did you want to do it?”
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Katsuki scrubs himself dry as he considers how to answer. Shinsou could be asking asking if somebody forced him, which makes him angry. But maybe Shinsou’s asking if Katsuki wanted it then, if he ever wanted it, when he clearly doesn’t want it now. Maybe he’s overthinking this.
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“Yeah, I wanted to do it.”
“But it hurt?”
Every question puts him more on edge. Didn’t he just say that? Shit, why /did/ he say that? He doesn’t want to discuss this. Not naked in Shinsou’s bathroom, and not… ever.
“But it hurt?”
Every question puts him more on edge. Didn’t he just say that? Shit, why /did/ he say that? He doesn’t want to discuss this. Not naked in Shinsou’s bathroom, and not… ever.
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Never. He doesn’t even want to think about it, much less talk about it.
He says, “Yeah,” so clipped it verges on rude, and walks out of the bathroom.
He says, “Yeah,” so clipped it verges on rude, and walks out of the bathroom.
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Shinsou doesn’t follow him out, which is good because Katsuki’s palms are starting to crackle with small, inaudible pops. He grabs his clothes in an hurry, and by the time Shinsou steps out of the bathroom, Katsuki is dressed and pulling on his socks.
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There’s a singed mark on the waist of his jeans, but his t-shirt covers it.
“Gotta get home,” Katsuki says, already up and moving. Not looking.
“Gotta get home,” Katsuki says, already up and moving. Not looking.
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He’s almost at the door when Shinsou catches him by the arm. “Hey— I didn’t… mean to…” Katsuki turns back, already impatient. A few seconds tick past and Shinsou doesn’t manage to finish the sentence.
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“It’s late.” Katsuki pulls away and opens the door himself. He can’t think of anything else to say either, and there’s a low level hum in his head that’s making it hard to do anything but be angry. “Night.”
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He doesn’t look back. A dash down the stairs and he emerges into the cool, still darkness of night. Katsuki walks past the streetlights, around the corner, and pauses in a black shadow under the awning of a closed grocer.
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His heart isn’t racing anymore, instead it sits heavy in his chest. A dull, constant thud. An empty reverb. He’s so fucking empty. All these things he can’t think about, and now Shinsou’s in there, too.
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He closes his eyes and tries to center himself, solid and whole in the blackness. Separate from everything sticky and unpleasant. He shouldn’t have let things get to this point.