"Oh, Crimson Riot is the best for sure!" Eijirou hit his fists together to prove his point.
He leaned forward and read some of the comments.
Every once in a while he would go on a live stream with some of his friends, playing games, answering questions as pro heroes, and building up their hero names, showing their viewers they were not all that different from them.
"Oh come on you always pick him," Denki groaned.
Eijirou shrugged. "I will always pick him, man."
The squad rolled their eyes used to his rants about limited-edition Crimson Riot merch.
Eijirou turned back to the game playing for a few more minutes while he talked with his friends and read a few comments here and there.
"You should have gotten Dynamight into this stream we could have teamed up and kicked your ass!" Denki muttered losing another round.
His webcam was on just like Eijirou's and the rest of their groups leaving Denki frowning at his loss all the better.
Mina laughed. "Oh, you could try but much like I tell the men in my comments: like hell would you come close to my ass."
Eijirou and Hanta laughed.
The chat was spamming laughing emojis and their appreciation for Mina and/or the woman pro heroes in general.
"Okay, but do you have to kill us so quickly?" Denki asked.
"Duh!" Mina cheered.
Eijirou laughed. "It's almost like she is better at the game than us," he said with a hint of sarcasm.
Denki rolled his eyes bitter that he always managed to pick the games Mina was the best at and was shocked when they all lost.
"Whatever," Denki grumbled.
Eijirou looked at the comments again. Trying to look unbothered as if he wasn't a bit preoccupied—or rather pro hero Dynamight was. He was also technically there for the live stream… though if you didn't check under the desk, you would never know.
His mouth was full.
Eijirou did his best to ignore him. Right now he was nothing more than a cock warmer and it being Katsuki, he was the best at everything he fucking did.
All he had to do is keep Eijirou's cock warm while he played a few games on live with their friends. Katsuki knew the rules.
He knew how to tap out if he needed a break, but Eijirou and he both knew he wouldn't. So, they kept playing. Passing their goal for the hour-long stream for the charity of their choice. Sero picked this time.
Each month they would pick a charity and earn what they could for it, It was just a fun way they could keep up with each other and why not do some good while they were being idiots with each other anyway?
That being said Eijirou was all too happy to wave bye to the viewers and his friends. He set his headphones down and switched off his setup quickly. Just leaving his game in the background.
He would make sure everything was saved later before he turned his computer off. Right now he had other things on his mind.
He rolled his chair back a little, getting Katsuki's attention. Bright red eyes opened as he looked up at Eijirou.
He pulled out of Katsuki's mouth.
The blond whining at the loss.
Eijirou grabbed his husband by the arm and helped pull him up to his feet. He made sure to help him keep balance but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the view. Katsuki was naked in front of him, lips red from warming his cock.
He patted his lap.
Katsuki didn't hesitate. His body perfectly obeying him, deep into subspace already. He climbed up on his lap, wrapping his arms around Eijirou's neck.
"You were such a good boy," Eijirou praised.
He leaned in and kissed Katsuki's neck, just under his ear which Eijirou knew made the blond shiver. every. single. time.
"Warming my cock so well," he muttered against his neck, switching over to the other side. He kissed him again. Listening to the whining sounds his husband made when he bit down ever so slightly.
He loved seeing how much Katsuki trusted him. Seeing him so comfortably deep in subspace never failed to make Eijirou feel honored enough to be the one who put him there, to see him like this, to be the one who heard his moans and just how needy Katsuki really could be.
He was blissfully compliant, so worry-free.
Eijirou did his best to catch him before he spiraled down into a little angry ball of stress. He always seemed to know just when Katsuki was stressing about something or needed to work through something. They both had their fair share of traumatic moments and just needed a release. Between their jobs as pro heroes, it didn't always make it easy to have a lot of time with his husband like this. To take him apart, to have him so carefree and compliant.
Eijirou knew his limits, he knew Katsuki's tells, and he knew what was and what was not okay to do when he was in subspace. And Eijirou had his full trust.
Katsuki had been waiting on his knees for so long.
Right now they were able to be just be two horny twenty-somethings year old who got married young and were all too happy to fuck like absolute rabbits.
Eijirou had already fucked the blond earlier that day, before he left for work. In the dark hours of morning, before the sun was even out Katsuki was cumming on his fingers and then the blond happily let him use his mouth, swallowing everything before going back to bed.
Though, now, Eijirou had the time to take Katsuki apart.
Katsuki moaned as Eijirou slid his hand between them, gently rubbing over Katsuki's clit the way he liked, the way Eijirou learned that drove Katsuki right to the edge.
"Want your prize?" Eijirou asked.
Katsuki licked his lips, having no shame as he looked down at his husband's dick. Hard and still slick from Katsuki warming it.
The blond nodded and before Eijirou could say about he corrected himself.
"Yes, please," Katsuki hummed.
Eijirou smiled at him for the small correction on his own. He knew from the look on Katsuki's face he was proud of himself too. Gods, Eijirou couldn't fucking believe how lucky he fucking was.
He wrapped his arms around Katsuki, grabbing him as he got up and took him over to the couch in their office. He would just have to make sure he cleaned everything up this time because he was pretty sure while Katsuki was in a good mood now he wouldn't be if they ruined another couch just because Eijirou forgot to grab something to put under them.
Though he was pretty sure nothing would be worse than the time they broke their bed at U.A. and had to tell a very pissed-off Mr. Aizawa that they were just sparring… then they had to deal with an unprompted sex ed lesson in class the next day.
Katsuki was pushed onto his back, opening his legs for Eijirou without being asked like the trained little whore he fucking was.
Eijirou hovered over him unable to just fuck him like he wanted—Eijirou needed to kiss him. Pressing a kiss to his lips, savoring the taste of himself on his lips, kissing down Katsuki's neck. Licking his collarbone as he sucked a mark into his milky skin.
He kissed down to his chest, across the two long scars, shiny and white from years of healing. Eijirou moved down lower, kissing his stomach that he wanted to fuck full, and down to his favorite place to kiss—besides his mouth. Eijirou pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh before he leaned in and gave his attention to Katsuki's pussy.
He had no problem grabbing Katsuki's thighs moving them where he wanted as he licked up slick from a dripping cunt. Sucking on his clit and getting to taste just how fucking wet he was. Katsuki was always so wet for him.
Katsuki had no problem keeping his legs spread open as Eijirou had him. His years of training and yoga had made him even more flexible. Eijirou might not be able to join him anymore for his daily yoga class but fuck he loved those classes nonetheless.
"Ahh, Ei~" Katsuki grabbed the pillow behind him and moaned as Eijirou sucked his clit into his mouth. "Please."
Eijirou pulled back pupils blown wide as he listened to the absolutely lewd whine that left his husband's mouth. He moved up, leaning over Katsuki and he pressed a kiss to his mouth. He let Katsuki taste how fucking good he was. He licked into his mouth, the feeling of his mouth on his was familiar as it was comforting.
Kissing him deeply he moved between his legs, spreading his muscular thighs as he made room for himself. Katsuki holding the pose, one leg wrapped around Eijirou's waist, the other off the couch pointed out with ease.
Eijirou pulled back and looked down, seeing Katsuki so ready to be fuck, so ready for Eijirou to leave him dripping. He grinned down at him.
"Such a well-trained cumdump," he muttered.
Katsuki bit his lip and nodded in agreement. Giving the consent in the silent question, the slight check-in. And when he got his answer, Eijirou thrust into him.
No warning.
Katsuki's pussy always managed to fit him perfectly. Years of fucking the tight heat Eijirou was just as surprised as the first time he was able to fuck him. Though this time the nerves were gone, the shaking hands were holding himself up over the love of his life.
Eijirou smiled at the moan that escaped Katsuki's mouth. His head was thrown back in pleasure as he practically chanted Eijirou's name as his life depended on it with each thrust.
Each thrust of his cock in him left him gasping, mouth open like a whore.
"Ei—Ei—Ei—AHH—yes, fuck—yes, yes!"
Eijirou pounded into him like a cock sleeve, fucking him for his own release, rough and too pent up from earlier to fuck him gently. Katsuki didn't really seem to care. Moaning out a string of curse words when Eijirou thrust into him just right.
"Gods you're so fucking tight," Eijirou moaned.
He leaned down and kissed him. Messily licking into the other man's mouth, licking up spit that wasn't his as he felt Katsuki's arms wrapped around him, his short nails digging into his back and fuck Eijirou let him mark him up.
Fuck.
Eijirou pulled back and looked down at his husband. The blond sleepily looked back up at him, his lips parted still and his cheeks flushed the perfect shade of red. Fuck, Eijirou loved him; not only because he got to use him like this but because he knew the man would fuss over dinner once he recovered.
He knew Katsuki would ignore his protests to just let him take complete care of him, but Katsuki was still just as stubborn. Begging to be fucked and aggressively showing his love just as boldly as he always did with Eijirou.
Katsuki was his person.
He was the person who made him believe love like his moms wasn't just a dream. Katsuki was his equal and in that he loved him back just as over the top as Eijirou loved him. Even when Eijirou had bad days and a mind that liked to tell him otherwise.
Katsuki arched his back.
Tears laced his cheeks as Eijirou kept his rough pace. Katsuki wrapped himself around Eijirou as if they were not close enough despite him being literally inside him.
He would never get sick of it. Eijirou fucking loved filling his husband so full. Fucking him until his pussy ached and the blond was still begging for more. Watching as his fuckable mouth gasp as his body shuttered when he came.
Feeling his cunt clench around him as he had a full-body orgasm. Eijirou fucked him through it, letting him be a sobbing and muttering mess. Not having to even say anything, Katsuki begging all on his own.
"Ei please, please cum inside," his nails dragging down Eijirou's back. As if Eijirou would ever pull out, as if he wouldn't give the man under him anything he fucking asked. "Cum in me."
Eijirou did as he was told. Thrusting into him once more before he came just as hard, nearly collapsing onto his husband as he felt his pussy milk him perfectly. Filling him as full as he could, practically breeding him full with the load of cum pumped into his cunt.
Gods, Eijirou loved this feeling.
Katsuki relaxed under him, still holding onto him.
They took a moment to breathe, the room comfortably silent as they enjoyed their high. As Eijirou stayed inside him a little longer, until he went soft inside and cum started to dribble out.
Eijirou looked over to the arm of the couch and reached for the plug he forgot to put away after cleaning it. He pulled out, gently plugging him up with the toy.
Katsuki whined.
"I know babe," Eijirou cooed. "Let's get you cleaned up and we can eat."
Katsuki slowly came back to himself, letting go of Eijirou.
"Oh, fuck off."
Eijirou raised a brow and grabbed the plug, pulling it out halfway before pushing it back in. The slide was easy with all the cum he would have to help clean up later.
"Just did but if you want another load~" Eijirou grinned.
"Shut up," Katsuki blushed.
Eijirou kissed him on the lips, short and sweet, just like his husband. "Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart."
Katsuki let him help him up and down the hall to their shower. Eijirou washed them both, letting Katsuki fully come back from subspace as he took care of him. The few times Katsuki allowed to be fussed over.
Eijirou grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his husband and kissed his nose as he dried the blond's hair.
"Dork."
"Your Dork."
"Fuck, yeah you are," Katsuki smiled at him.
And fuck.
Eijirou almost could fucking melt onto the floor when he saw that smile. Katsuki noticed and just rolled his eyes at him. Standing on his tippy toes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before he walked to their bedroom.
Eijirou followed after him, grabbing a pair of Dynamight boxers that only made his husband sigh deeply and grab the matching Red Riot boxers he had.
Both somehow manage to get their husband's hero merch without the other knowing. They were both hopeless simps for one another and really they were past caring about it.
"Five minutes," Katsuki muttered going to get their dinner plated.
Eijirou nodded and walked back to their office to turn off his computer before he forgot. He put away his livestream stuff and logged off everything properly. Not noticing the red light at the top that seemed to go off only seconds after he turned off his computer.
He walked out to greet his husband and eat dinner while watching the blond yell at the TV at one of his shows. Being blissfully unaware he had not only outed his secret relationship but also created the sex tape of the year.
The world being taken aback at the perfect hero pairing pro hero Dynamight and Red Riot and their scandalous after-work activities.
Katsuki groaned at the time.
It was too early and that was coming from the pro hero who went to bed at eight-thirty every night.
He reached for his phone with the thought of someone better be dying or dead for disturbing him at such an ungodly hour. He was going to kill Denki if it was him telling him about a nightmare he had at four in the godsdamn morning… again.
Katsuki winced a bit as he grabbed his phone. His back ached but it was nothing he wasn't used to by now. He long ago got used to the feeling of the aftermath of his husband railing him.
He groaned one last time before quickly answering his phone on its last ring.
"What the actual fuck Bakugou Katsuki!"
And okay, Katsuki was fully fucking awake now. The loud scream of his mother only made him want to check the lock on the door. Taking him back to the few times he slept past his alarm and his mom would burst in throwing a pot of ice water on him to get him up.
Her voice combined with the full old legal name he knew something was up. He was also confused for a moment. So used to his legal name no longer being "Bakugou" he was momentarily taken aback.
His mom yelling at him was enough to break out of the haze he was in though.
"What the fuck are you on about now it's like four in the morning!" Katsuki yelled not caring that Eijirou's head was on his stomach.
"How about you explain why I was emailed to comment about the sex tape between you and Red Riot?"
Katsuki sat up, ignoring the groan from his husband who was pushed off of him.
"Is he still with you—put me on speaker!" Mitsuki demanded.
"No."
"Katsuki," Mitsuki said eerily calm.
Katsuki nearly exploded the phone.
Shit, shit, shit.
How was there a fucking sex tape between them?! Only the bakusquad knew about them and even so, the idiots would never let their secret slip. Technically, they didn't even know they were married they only knew they were fucking after a drunken night and Katsuki demanding Eijirou fucked him in the middle of a game of truth or dare.
Eijirou sleepily grabbed him pulling him back down and cuddling into him.
"Five more minutes," he mumbled.
Oh, how Katsuki wish he had five more minutes to spare to figure how what the fuck his mom was talking about.
Instead, he hit his husband on the shoulder and ignored the feeling of a panic attack daring to creep over him.
"Fuck was that for?!"
Katsuki sighed and put his phone on speaker. Mitsuki was mid-rant and Katsuki was pretty sure he didn't even hear the worst of it.
"—I mean you didn't even tell me you were seeing anyone and you're apparently screaming for—"
"Mom!"
"Am I on speaker?" Mitsuki asked.
Katsuki looked over to a horrified Eijirou who was apparently trying to figure out what the fuck happened too.
"Yes," Katsuki gritted his teeth together.
"Good. You both will be at my house tonight for dinner and I want to know all about this little thing you have going on between you."
"I don't want to come over for dinner—" Katsuki was cut off.
"And I don't want to know how flexible my son is or how big his partner is—"
"Fine, dinner."
"Good," Mitsuki cheered. "And you might want to talk with the PR team, your little video is up to 100k already. Auntie Inko sent it to me along with Izuku."
Katsuki hung up.
He turned to his husband. "Eijirou?"
He watched Eijirou pick up on the eerily calm tone of Katsuki's voice.
"Did you by chance forget your webcam was on last night?"
Eijirou paled. "... I might have."
Katsuki turned his phone off, grabbing Eijirou's and clicking the link the squad sent them. Making sure it was actually them and not some look-a-like drama.
Nope, it was for sure him.
And he was not ready for it.
Eijirou watched him look at the video, his moans from the screen filling the room. Katsuki turned Eijirou's phone off and set it with his phone on their nightstand.
"You know the whole sunshine thing you have going on isn't going to work now," Katsuki deadpanned.
Eijirou sighed. "That's what you're worried about not that nearly 150k people seeing your ass?"
"It's a nice ass. Pretty pussy too."
Eijirou couldn't argue.
Everything about Katsuki was his favorite.
Katsuki would have to deal with this later, he grabbed his husband and pushed him back on the bed. Grabbing his boxers and Eijirou kicking them off without question.
He freed himself from his own, throwing them to the floor with Eijirou's. Katsuki straddled his husband who looked just as worried as Katsuki felt. If his mother was this worked up over him fucking Eijirou and not telling her—he couldn't wait to tell her all about his relationship. Starting off with the fact he was a Kirishima now.
"I don't think I'm worried about people knowing how well you fuck me," Katsuki said simply.
Which he didn't.
Eijirou grabbed his hips and Katsuki couldn't hide his smirk.
"I'll call the PR team later."
Katsuki sank down onto his husband, Eijirou's head hitting the pillows behind him as he groaned at the feeling. Katsuki slid his hands over his husband's muscular torso as he ground down.
So hard and full inside him.
Eijirou was so fucking perfect.
The rest of the day would be hell and Mitsuki would be a problem for later but right now all Katsuki could focus on was the man he was riding. And really that was where he liked his focus to be anyway.
THE END