A/N/: Guys. I just an idea for a one shot.
My ten year old cousin just asked me "what does it mean when they say don't drop the bar of soap when you're in prison?" Obviously, I told him he's too young. BUT BRAINBABY.
Imagine Baku is in prison and Midoriya is a guard. And Baku intentionally drops the bar of soap
The heavy clink of chains sounded around Bakugou Katsuki as he walked inside of Tartarus, effectively leaving behind the light of day until he completed the undercover operation that lay ahead of him. He had two months to get to the bottom of whatever criminal organization had been operating right under the nose of the prison warden - not that he seemed to give a damn that inmates were dropping dead on his watch without any explanation. Regardless, he had two months to get in, tear it down, and get out unscathed - hopefully. He wasn't allowed any additional time with this one, not with the risk of discovery and personal injury if not death at large. How the fuck he had drawn the short end of the stick in this operation and gotten placed as the inmate was beyond him, but then again, his natural, er, coarse temperament probably played into that.
Two guards flanked him from behind, keeping their impartial and cold gazes on his back. They'd picked him up from booking at the precinct that he'd worked at, and since then, he'd felt less than human. They hadn't taken their eyes off of him. They watched him like hawks. It wasn't as if he could do anything to them if he tried. He had the luxurious experience of shackles around his wrists and ankles, all connected by a chain around his waist. It wasn't as if he wanted to attack them, either. He was a fucking detective. What would the sense in that be? Fuck himself over for the case entirely? Actually get arrested? No thanks. He planned to play his part, participate in the nefarious activities on the downlow, and do his fucking job. That meant no buddying up with any of the guards - not that they wanted to talk to him anyway. So, they walked in silence. Those heavy metal clinks were the only sound that accompanied their walk down to the intake room.
Once there, his two guards ushered him in. He took one glance back at them only to see that they were stationary outside the door.
"What? You ain't coming?" he asked, offering a cheeky grin. "You don't wanna see my pale ass?"
One of the two gave Katsuki a rough shove between the shoulder blades as he crossed the threshold. It sent him sprawling to the tile. If he hadn't gotten his forearms beneath him at the last second, he would have face planted. Lucky for him, his handsome visage was safe.
"Shut the fuck up, and do as you're told," one of the guards said with a sneer that rivaled one of his on a good day.
Katsuki glanced back at them as a new set of hands went to haul him from the ground. He glared at them and muttered a string of explicatives under his breath. He had been to Tartarus before, but he'd never gotten this fucking treatment.
"Watch your mouth," the owner of the hands said.
That voice made Katsuki bristle. Of fucking course it would be him. His red gaze flicked up to a pair of emerald green pools, something he hadn't expected to see here of all places. Katsuki had to force his expression to be neutral. He could let the combination of horror and astonishment show through. Stupid mistakes like that could get him discovered. Instead of showing any form of recognition, he schooled his features into a look of neutral aggression, yanked himself away from those helpful hands, squared his shoulders, and glared Midoriya Izuku - Deku - straight in the face.
"Fuck off," he said, putting as much venom into tone as humanly possible. "Don't fucking tell me what to do, freckles."
If Deku felt any emotion from his words, he didn't show it. But he should have known better to trust his blank expressions. They never meant any good. After having known him for, well, his entire life, one would figure he'd understand that. Apparently, not today.
Katsuki felt the fabric of his shirt getting pulled as Deku jerked him forward by his collar until their faces were close together. The other two guards standing at the door did nothing to help him fend off Deku's sudden aggression. They were turning a blind eye because, oh right, this fucking prison was corrupt as shit.
"You better listen when I speak to you," Deku said with a slight growl to his voice. And then, because his back was to his 'colleagues', he added in a hushed whisper. "Sorry."
"What the fuck are you doing here, Deku?" Katsuki hissed through clenched teeth. And then louder, "Fuck off, bitch."
"Brace yourself. I'm going to punch you," Deku whispered.
And he had all of point six seconds to tense the muscles before Deku's fist came flying at his abdomen. He let out an exaggerated grunt of pain and lowered himself down to the ground. He clutched his abdomen the best he could with his shackled wrists. Deku crouched down in front of him and plastered a wide, eerie smile onto his lips. All of Katsuki's bravado disappeared right out the window. He hated that smile.
He tilted his head to the side, blinked once, twice, three times, and said, "Let's get a few things clear. My name is Lieutenant Midoriya-"
Katsuki almost scoffed even though Deku was slightly terrifying with that smile on his face. The nerd was a sergeant, and whatever undercover bullshit this was, he had taken a downgrade in rank.
"And you'll only address me as such. Do I make myself clear?" he asked.
Katsuki glared up at him. "Where the fuck is Kirishima?" he asked quietly through his gritted teeth.
Deku's features hardened, and Katsuki knew that he was going in for a second punch just by the exaggerated tick in his jaw. He braced himself again, and gave another grunt of pain with the second hit.
"I said, do I make myself clear?" And then in that dumb, hurried mumble of his, "There was a last minute change of plans. I wanted to be here."
That mother fucking protective ass bitch. Once he got out of here, he was going to slaughter his punk ass. Deku had pulled whatever fucking strings he could with that angelic fucking face of his to get himself as close to Katsuki as possible. He was one of the fucking guards at the prison he was going to spend the next two months of undercover incarceration at. What the actual fuck.
Katsuki would have been perfectly fucking safe with Shitty Hair around. He was Katsuki's friend, and one of the few people he would entrust his life to. Granted, Deku was another one of those people, but that wasn't the point. Deku just being there was a major conflict of interest.
For the better part of the last three years, the pair of them had engaged in some classic, no strings attached fucking. Katsuki had needs, and Deku had the means to satisfy them. And had they remained fuck buddies, this whole ordeal would have a little bit easier to stomach. But no. Their casual, no strings attached fucking had all of a sudden gotten some Pinnochio strings to hold it up six months earlier when Deku confessed that he had feelings for Katsuki. And Katsuki had begrudgingly admitted that he reciprocated those feelings. They had officially been dating for six months as of three days ago - not that he was counting because he didn't fucking do that.
This whole situation was all of a sudden very dangerous. If anyone found out about the pair of them being cops, they were dead. If they found out what they meant to one another, they'd end up as leverage, and that was the last thing that he wanted with how self-sacrificial Deku was. This whole situation was Deku's fault. He was protective to a fault, which could cost them everything. Fucking dumb of him. They were fucking lucky Commander Yagi hadn't found out and pulled one of them off the case.
"Fucking crystal," he said, loud enough for the other guards to hear.
"Stand up," Deku said, and this time, he made no move to help.
Katsuki dragged himself to his feet, using the wall for support. These shackles made it hard enough for him to walk, let alone get his legs far enough apart to give him some good balance. This whole situation was shit. Once he was on his feet, Deku pulled a ring of keys from his belt.
"Make one wrong move, and I'll taze you," he said as he lifted the keys to the shackles on Katsuki's wrists. A few clicks and the shackles dropped away. He rubbed at his wrists gratefully as Deku made quick work of the shackles around his ankles.
"Strip."
Katuski's brows furrowed. "What the fuck? Couldn't be a little more fuckin' eloquent?"
A bored expression rested on Deku's lips. "Did I stutter?"
Which was ironic, because when that fuck was nervous, all he did was stutter. With a roll of his eyes, he yanked his t-shirt over his head before shucking off his shoes and jeans. Deku stepped away to grab some latex gloves from a box on the wall, and in the meantime, Katsuki took a moment to really glare at him. Sure, this wasn't his fault, but fuck it was humiliating. He didn't get how the prison system got off on degrading people like this. Katsuki had never seen Tartarus in this light before, and he'd be damned if he didn't fight to make some changes after he finished this case. His boxers came last, and soon enough, he was stark naked in the middle of a freezing cold room with a man who had seen him naked countless times. And for once, he was embarrassed by it.
Fuck. His. Life.
He heard the snap of rubber gloves and Deku walked back over to him with that same neutral expression on his face. "Hands on your head."
Katsuki obliged, and Deku started his pat down. He'd felt those hands on him so many times before, but this time, it felt cold and impersonal. He didn't like the feeling. It made a shudder run down his spine, and had to force himself to remember that the man in front of him harbored no ill feelings toward him. This was Deku - no, Izuku. This was the man who was going to get him through the next two months unscathed.
After the initial pat down was conducted, Deku went through the standard search procedures for the rest of his body. And all the while, Katsuki - while begrudgingly in appearance - obliged.
"Open your mouth. Lift you tongue. Run your hands through your hair. Show the bottom of your feet. Lift your testicles."
All of these were pretty standard when he booked anyone back at the precinct with a strip search. But when it came down to the last one, he was unprepared.
"Turn around, bend over, and spread your cheeks," Deku said in that same bored monotone as before.
Katsuki's brows shot high because what the fuck? "What?"
"Bakugou's the name, right?" Deku asked. "Look, we don't have all day. It's a contraband search. Get over it."
Katsuki gritted his teeth. Right. Yeah. He forgot about some of the more invasive searches that the prison system deemed necessary. For once, he was grateful Kirishima wasn't there. Deku had had his fingers up Katsuki's ass plenty of times. What would make this any different. You know, other than the fact that they were in a cold, cinderblock room with harsh lighting. Oh, and the fact that Deku was wearing latex gloves and had little next to no lube on his fingers. Yeah. Not exactly to his comfort levels when it came to his boyfriend touching him.
He turned so that his back was to Deku before bending over. He did as he was asked and spread it cheeks. He was so glad the other guards didn't come into the room because Katsuki was by no means an exhibitionist. This was the last place he needed other people looking.
He felt one of Deku's gloved hands rest on the small of his back while the other hovered near his hold. He could feel the warmth radiating off of the greenette's hand, and if they were literally anywhere else, he would have greedily taken those fingers right the fuck in. Here? Not so much.
"I'm going to conduct my search," Deku said, all of a sudden so formal. Katsuki almost rolled his eyes. Ever the gentleman, even if he wasn't supposed to be in this case.
He felt the firm press of two of Deku's against his tight hole, and it took his all to remind himself that this was not for pleasure. This was for show. Not to get him hard as a rock. He really needed his dick to calm the fuck down because now was not the fucking time to get a raging boner. He couldn't deny that even with latex covering him, Deku's fingers could work fucking miracles. And the fucking bitch seemed to know it, too, because his search had gone from platonic and formal to sexual real fucking quick. He felt Deku's fingers curl upward to hit the spot that he fucking craved, and Katsuki had to force down a groan of pleasure. His fingers stayed there, massaging Katsuki's prostate for several agonizingly blissful seconds before suddenly, his fingers were gone. He felt empty without Deku's fingers, and disappointment steamrolled through him. He had to force himself to remember where exactly he was and why Deku couldn't just fuck him on the spot.
"He's clear," Deku's crystalline voice said. "I'll walk him down to the showers."
One of the guards gave an affirming nod while the other beckoned Deku closer. "Wait. Midoriya. You got a second?"
Katsuki felt a cold shudder wash over him as he stood up straight and turned to face the guard. He didn't think he'd ever lost an erection so fast. God fuckin' help them if Deku's fuckin' sexscapade in prison got them got, they were toast. And if Deku was worried about what the guy wanted, he didn't show it. On the contrary, he slapped a smirk on his lips and walked over without a care in the world.
"What's up?"
"He's your type, ain't he?" the guard asked. "You said you liked blonds, right?"
Deku looked back at Katsuki and gave him a very obvious once over. "Yeah, more or less. I guess he fits."
Katsuki had to force back his largest snort yet. He better be fuckin' Deku's type. They fucked frontways and sideways every fuckin' night just about. Shit, if he wasn't his type, they obviously wouldn't be fuckin' dating. His boyfriend was actually doing a damn good job at not turning into a fawning, doting idiot, and he had to commend him for that.
"We can give you some time alone with him if that's what you want," the guard offered. The predatory grin on his face made Bakugou shudder.
He saw a slight shift in Deku's posture. He went rigid and stood a little straighter than he had before. His fingers, which were at his sides, twitched as if they wanted to form into fists. It was all imperceptible to the untrained eye, but Katsuki had spent too many days staring at Deku from afar not to notice these mannerisms. He was pissed. But all his boyfriend did was plaster that stupid smile on his face.
"I think I'll take you up on that offer! Thanks!" he chimed before he crossed back over to Katsuki. He seized his arm, and marched him to the next room, which so happened to be the showers.
But before they were out of earshot, Katsuki heard the guard yell, "Hey Bakugou! Make sure you don't drop the soap!"
He scowled, and as soon as they were out of earshot, hissed, "Are you fuckin' nuts? Now is not the time to indulge in sexual fantasies."
Deku only shrugged. "What? You didn't like it?" he asked innocently. "I thought you said you like the idea of trying a prison roleplay."
Katsuki clamped his teeth down on his lower lip and forced away yet another groan. "Yeah, well, that was when we weren't in an actual prison where there are people who would kill us if we got ahold of the wrong information."
Deku rolled his eyes. "I won't let anything happen to you while you're here, Kaccahn. I'm going to protect you."
And the idiot in Katsuki made him believe the idiot walking beside him. Because why would he believe his overprotective ass?
"But I'm also not going to pass up the opportunity when it presents itself to us," Deku said. And when Katsuki rolled his eyes, he added, "Are you?"
"Of course fucking not. Who do you think I am? A masochist?" A pause. "Don't you dare fucking answer that."
Deku giggled beside him as they entered the shower room. It was empty aside from the two of them, which worked in their favor. Regardless of their hormones and desires, though, they had to be careful. One time wasn't going to hurt them any, but they couldn't actually let anyone see they fucking. This first time they could pass it off as faking it to get Deku in good with the guards, but beyond that, they really couldn't indulge in their sex lives. It would be too dangerous. If that shit got back to Yagi, they'd be dead, unemployed fucking meat, and he wasn't chancing it to get Deku's dick wet.
"Go get showered. I'm sure you feel gross after all that," Deku said, giving him a slap on the ass as he passed.
Katsuki nodded and gratefully stalked off to one of the shower stalls. He hit the button to turn it on and was immediately assaulted with a harsh spray of lukewarm water. He shivered beneath it, but relished in it all the same. He didn't know the next time he'd get to have a shower on his own without a bunch of other inmates avoiding both making contact with him and his junk. Either that or waiting for him to drop the soap.
He grabbed a bar of soap from one of the ledges in the stall, and lathered himself up as best as he could. It wasn't luxury soap by any means. Honestly, it was the bottom of the barrel that left your skin feeling like dry leather post shower. But it was soap, and it would get him clean. As he was doing so, he thought back to what those guards had said before. Don't drop the soap. Katsuki smirked. He never had considered himself to be a rule follower.
Katsuki turned to face Deku, who was standing off by the door, respectfully waiting for Katsuki to get clean. The showerhead chose that exact moment to time out and cut off. Rather than hit the button to give himself another go, he looked Deku in the eye and very intentionally dropped the soap. He watched as his brows shot up past his curling bangs and his mouth popped open into a little 'o'. Katsuki then turned around and bent over to retrieve the bar. He heard the tell-tale sound of a belt buckle being worked open and then a zipper flying open. There was a stomp of boots on wet tile, and before Deku could bulldoze him completely over, Katsuki braced himself against the wall of the stall.
Deku's strong, scarred hands fell to Katsuki's hips, his thumbs stroking languid circles into the dimple just above his asscheek.
"You seriously know how to make yourself irresistible, Kacchan," he whispered as he leaned over Katsuki's frame to get close to him.
"Better be careful 'bout calling me that while we're here, nerd," he said.
"It won't hurt anyone while we're alone."
Deku's teeth gently grazed over the sensitive outer shell of his ear before he peppered kisses from his temple down his cheek and jaw and to that sensitive pulse point on his neck. Katsuki shuddered at the contact. This was all just too good to be true. He'd thought he'd spent his last night with Deku the night before. Little did he know the nerd would pull strings. If those strings meant he could get fucked every once in a while by the only man he ever wanted to fuck his ass, then so fucking be it. As long as Commander Yagi didn't find out...
His thoughts were interrupted as one of Deku's hands slipped from Katsuki's hip toward the space between his legs. Those adept fingers massaged his balls while his thumb reached back to rub at his taint. Katsuki bit back a moan because he'd be damned if he let those other fucking pricks hear him due to the amazing acoustics in this bathroom.
He breathed out a shuddering breath as the greenette's fingers slid backward toward his tight hole. Goosebumps covered his skin in anticipation as Deku's crooked digit circled the ring of muscle. But he didn't press through. Instead, after a few light touches, his hand slid up and stalled on his ass while the other past roamed across the expanse of his back. He took that hand and tangled it into Katsuki's hair. He tugged hard enough to drag the blond's head back. From that angle, Katsuki caught sight of Deku from the corner of his eye. He looked just as aroused as Katsuki felt. His pupils were blown wide, almost eclipsing his emerald irises.
"You're a fucking tease, Deku," he said.
"Only to you," he said. "Now, be a good, little prisoner and suck."
Two of Deku's fingers appeared before his lips, and he automatically opened his lips to greedily take them in. He laved his tongue around and between Deku's fingers, coating them generously in saliva. Deku pressed his fingers against Katsuki's tongue before reaching them deeper into his mouth. He felt saliva drip from the corners of his mouth as he desperately sucked at Deku's fingers until the man was satisfied.
They retracted, leaving Katsuki's mouth feeling empty. But that feeling was quickly replaced by Deku's fingers circling his hole once more. He felt pressure, and then those fingers were slipping past the ring of muscle. Katsuki sucked in a deep breath at the pressure.
"You feel so good, Kacchan," Deku purred into his ear, his grip tightening on Katsuki's hair. "I was so disappointed that I had to wear gloves. I'd rather feel you like this."
"Oh yeah?" Katsuki asked.
He was revelling in the feeling of the stretch. The slow preparation that he always seemed to get just right. He was sure the Deku had worked himself past his first knuckle already.
"Always."
Katsuki felt Deku pulled out, and he almost made a noise of protest when he went right back on in with a second digit in town. The stretch he had enjoyed before only got better as Deku's fingers worked to scissor him open. He worked faster than normal considering their time constraints, but Katsuki didn't find that he was rushing. He was still using the same amount of tenderness and care that he normally would when prepping him. And granted, Katsuki really didn't mind per se, but fuck if the erection that had grow between his legs was already getting painful from his desire to be touched.
His hand dipped between his legs to stroke at his hard length. He got a solid two pumps in before the tension on his hair was released. Deku grabbed hold of his arm; and twisted it behind him to press against the small of his back.
"I didn't say you could touch yourself," Deku said, his voice thick with raw desire. "Inmates aren't allowed to touch without permission."
Katsuki let out a groan of frustration.
"You fucking suck, Deku."
"Actually, I think that I'd rather that be your job," he replied.
He let his forehead fall against the cool tile of the shower stall and tried not to focus on the growing ache of his dick. But it was fucking hard. If he wasn't using his other arm to support himself, he would have used it to reach down and give his neglected cock some attention. He glanced down at it. It was red and swollen and dripping with pre cum. Fuck, he was pathetic. Ordinarily, he wasn't this easy to get aroused, but considering the power play that Deku has at his disposal… He'd gladly let Deku fuck his lights out if it meant that he felt like this.
A bolt of white hot intensity shuddered through Katsuki as Deku curled his fingers to hit the spot he had teased earlier. A loud moan of pleasure ripped through him, filtering through the acoustics of the bathroom. He was sure the other guards heard it, too. He was sure they'd goad at him with that later, but here, in the moment, the feelings were just too damn good. Deku hit that spot several times over, and it turned him into putty in Deku's hands. And as much as he hated to admit it, he found himself veering toward that precipice already.
"Deku, I-"
Deku's hand left his wrist momentarily to bring a loud, ringing smack down on the pale, silky skin of Katsuki's ass. He groaned lowly at the hit, the sting already spreading and causing his skin to warm.
"I told you before that it's Lieutenant Midoriya," Deku said.
Fuck, if asserting his dominance in the situation wasn't hot enough… Katsuki felt his dick twitch with a cry for attention - attention that he needed to receive.
"Lieutenant Midoriya," Katsuki bit out, "I'm fucking close. Fucking touch me you tease."
A small hum sounded behind him as Deku removed his hand from Katsuki's wrist. The blond used that hand to brace against the wall as Deku's own threaded around his waist to reach for his leaking cock. He moaned again as Deku gave him a few languid strokes. If he kept at this rate, fucking his ass with his finger and stroking his cock with his other hand, Katsuki would fall apart in a matter of minutes. That consistent press against his prostate had already made his legs shaking pools of jelly. He just needed…
"Just a little bit more… I'm almost there," he breathed out.
The sudden emptiness and lack of stimulation was jarring. Katsuki almost - almost - whined, but instead, he turned into into a groan of frustration because Deku was a mother fucking tease.
"Turn around and get on your knees," Deku said lowly, sending a shudder of arousal through Katsuki's body. As if he wasn't horny enough, Deku had taken on that commanding role again.
Katsuki stood tall for a moment before he turned and sank to his knees. Deku's belt and zipper were already undone, giving Katsuki easy access. He reached down into Deku's boxers and pulled free his own swollen cock. Shit, did he love the sight of it. Many occasions had passed where he'd been rammed by it and sworn he'd seen heaven. He wanted today to be no different if not better.
"Suck it," Deku commanded in that low, sultry tone of his.
Katsuki readily obliged, licking a stripe of molten lava against the underside of Deku's dick. He watched as the greenette's features melted into bliss. He loved how easily undone Deku became. He tore his gaze away from Deku and closed his eyes, sinking his lips down over the head of his cock. His right hand wrapped around the base of his dick, and he gave an experimental twist and pull of his wrist. He did it just the way he liked - albeit reversed - when he took care of himself. And apparently, it was the right thing to do because he heard a low groan of approval from Deku.
It took him a second to get fully relaxed, and when he did, he removed his hand. He let his lips slide all the way down the length of Deku's shaft until he was seated with his lips at his base. And slowly, in an agonizing way, he slid back off to tease his tip again. He gave a few flicks of his tongue, swirling around before plunging his lips further down his length. That drew out a heavy groan from Deku. He bobbed his head up and down, popping off occasionally to drag the tip of his tongue up Deku's vein like he knew he liked.
Deku's hands threaded into Katsuki's hair and tightened the longer he went on indulging in his dick. His groans went from being a minute or so apart to every few seconds. He could hear his breath accelerating, and when he looked up at him, he saw that his face was contorted with pleasure. It only turned Katsuki on more. He worked him fervently, his hand slick and sliding easily across his skin.
"Fuck- Kacchan," he groaned out quietly, just loud enough for Katsuki to hear. "Fuck- I'm close. Kacchan- Stop. You don't have to."
Katsuki moved his hands to Deku's hips. He fixed them there, pulling Deku closer to him. His mouth slid up and down the length of his dick. His own moans filled the air as his tip reached deeper and deeper into his throat.
He felt him try to pull away slightly, probably to spare him from his oncoming load, but he held him firmly in place. Deku's grip on Katsuki's hair tightened one last time before, with a long, drawn-out moan, he spilled out. His hips stuttered through his orgasm, and Katsuki kept on sliding his lips up and down. He kept his tongue running along Deku's vein. With each flick of his tongue, he heard him moan from the oversensitivity of it all. And finally, when the only sounds he heard from him were light pants of exertion, he pulled away from him with an audible pop. He made eye contact with him as he swallowed down his load and licked his lips for good measure.
"Fuck that was hot, Kacchan," Deku breathed, running his hands through Katsuki's damp, messy locks.
He spared one glanced downward to look at what Katsuki assumed was his own weeping erection. A moment later, they made eye contact. Then, in a flurry of motion, Deku heaved Katsuki to his feet. He found himself bent over once more, hands on the wall for support as Deku lined himself up with his hole. He felt the freckled nerd push through his tight ring, and Katsuki bit back his lewdest moan yet because fuck. This is exactly what he had wanted. This stretch, the feeling of being full. He felt Deku's hands on his hips as he worked himself in slowly - agonizingly so.
"You're killing me here, Lieutenant," Katsuki groaned.
He wanted Deku seated fully inside of him. He didn't want to wait for the best of it, but if he had learned anything about this power-trip Deku he had gotten himself tangled with today, it was that he wasn't going to give Katsuki what he wanted easily.
There was a light chuckle from behind him. "You're so impatient," Deku said, pulling back out so that his tip was all that was left inside of Katsuki. "I don't know if I want to give it to you. Maybe I want you to beg."
Katsuki panted out a groan. He was so close to getting what he wanted, to get the shit pounded out of his ass, and Deku wanted to make him beg. Fuck. If Katsuki wasn't as horny as he was - if his dick wasn't as painfully swollen - he would have told Deku to fuck right off. But that wasn't the case, and Katsuki wasn't about to start his next two months of celibacy - well, at the rate they were going, it wouldn't be very celibate - with blue balls.
"Please, Lieutenant," he said lowly, his eyes fluttering closed. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me deep and touch my cock and make me your bitch. Fuckin' please."
It was as if a switch had flipped in Deku. The moment the words left Katsuki's lips, Deku rocked his hips so that he could get fully seated to his base. He sat there for only a second before his hips were moving rapidly, pounding into Katsuki mercilessly. And Katsuki fucking loved it. It only took two or three thrusts for Deku to find that sweet spot that made him see all of the colors in the rainbow. As Deku pounded at his prostate, Katsuki's moans came out unfiltered and unbridled. He wanted his release so fucking badly, but as always, Deku had no plans to make it easily.
His boyfriend was busy building up for his own second release while he tortured Katsuki. He'd only cum untouched once before, and that had been the most agonizing yet euphoric experience of his life - one that they didn't have time for. Deku didn't have times to be playing games with Katsuki's weeping cock.
"Fucking touch me," Katsuki moaned, his palms holding him steady against the wall. His legs were so close to failing him. Fuck, he wanted to chase his release. He needed to. "Please."
Deku's arm snaked around Katsuki's waist as he plowed into him, and his warm fingers wrapped around Katsuki's shaft. Those first unhurried strokes had him practically melting. His dick had been neglected for long enough for it to act like it had never been touched before. At this rate, just the slow strokes would be enough to get him off. But Deku was merciful for fucking once. The beat of his hand quickly matched the beat of his hips against Katsuki's ass. The stimulation of it all was so much. He was on the brink of his orgasm, and by the heavy pants and stutters in Deku's hips, he was chasing his own, too.
"Lieutenant. I-I'm close," he stammered out, too far gone to care how he sounded. "C-Can I cum. Please? Let me. Can I?"
"Fuck yes. Cum for me like the bad boy you are."
Katsuki didn't have to be told twice. With two more pumps of Deku's hand, he was spilling his seed out onto the wall of the shower. White surrounded him, and Deku fucked him through his orgasm. He seemed to find his orgasm shortly after because his hips stuttered, landing Katsuki right in that sweet spot all throughout his own orgasm. And before he knew it, he was leaning against Deku, his breaths coming out fast and short.
"How was that?" Deku asked him after he saw that Katsuki was coherent enough.
"S'good," he said. "Legs feel like jello."
Deku chuckled softly. "As they always do," he said, helping Katsuki to lean against the wall. "Here. Leans against the wall. Shower. It'll help."
Katsuki grumbled and pushed himself away from Deku half-heartedly. He heard the showerhead turn on, and lukewarm water sprayed his body. It felt good on his sore muscles. He knew he wouldn't be able to walk right for at least a day, but the guards wouldn't bat an eye. This was Tartarus. They weren't going to care what happened to the inmates.
He heard Deku zip up his fly and buckle his belt as he rinsed the smell of sex and cum from his body.
"I'm going to wait over here for you. Get clean," Deku said, landing a peck on Katsuki's cheek.
He gave a noncommittal grunt of affirmation.
"Oh, and Kacchan?"
"Hmm?"
"Make sure you don't give them any reasons to have to do another cavity search," Deku said, offering that innocent yet devious smile of his. "I don't want anyone else touching that ass."