It was random and like clockwork all at the same time.
Katsuki would notice it every few months, it was most likely more than that but Eijirou got shit at hiding it after a while.
When they moved in together it was easier to figure out that he was just as damn moody as Katsuki was, which was both annoying and amusing. Katsuki kinda liked it when Eijirou was moody in the mornings, grumpy from having to get out of bed or grumpy because Katsuki got out of bed. It was cute.
But when the bad mood followed Eijirou around turning it into a bad day, it was more common than Katsuki would have liked. He liked seeing Eijirou happy, genuinely—dorky shark teeth smile and all—kind of happy.
However, bad days were usually an easy fix. Making him one of his comfort foods and watching the dumbest cartoons Katsuki had ever seen but Eijirou found funny even well into his mid-twenties.
Katsuki hated the cartoons but if it meant seeing his boyfriend double over at something as simple as a show made for kids, then so be it. Katsuki even laughed a few times in response to seeing how funny Eijirou found something on the TV—it was too cute not to.
Katsuki knew that his boyfriend had self-esteem issues in middle school especially. One of the many reasons he worked on fixing who he was, dying his hair bright fucking red, shaving off half his eyebrows, going to the gym more, and most recently getting his septum pierced when he went out with the squad and really Katsuki was not complaining about it, he even got his belly button pierced that same night—and after Mina told him it wouldn't hurt that bad.
The blond knew it was a lie but now fully healed it was worth it.
But all the things Eijirou did for self-care, working through steps to love himself like his therapist tried to help with, Katsuki still had no fucking idea how to help him.
The blond was nothing like him in middle school.
Katsuki was the bully. The one who made jokes at the expense of others, going too far too many times to count, and while he had grown up and got better friends who were actually his friends, the things he said and the experiences that he had were polar opposites to Eijirou's.
Comforting him usually didn't go all that well when he tried to copy what Eijirou did for him when he needed comfort after a shitty day.
Being extra nice, sure, it helped but he needed to be better. He wanted Eijirou to feel as loved and safe as he did when the redhead comforted him.
Katsuki was the best boyfriend after all. His love language was more along the lines of acts of service like putting the towel in the dryer while Eijirou was in the shower so it would be warm when he got out, or making his protein shake in the morning.
The little things he did to show he cared did not go unnoticed. They seemed to help but some days he was still gloomy.
Eijirou had talked about his depression before, about his dysphoria, and about how paralyzing and stuck he felt with it all. Even after years of transitioning, going to therapy, and being surrounded by friends and family who supported him in both a gay and trans way and also with his passions and interests.
It would be impossible not to love the redhead and while Katsuki knew that Eijirou understood he was very much loved by the people in his life, there was just something about it that never quite stuck.
So Katsuki walked past their shared office and down the hall to their bedroom. He looked around their closet for what he needed.
He would get Eijirou to take a break and then he could help him with his workload, and they could relax a little. Something to help take the stress off the redhead.
Katsuki took his time getting ready, getting dressed into a slutty outfit Mina and Denki both would approve of and never let him live it down if they knew he was wearing it.
The blond took his time getting dressed, even prepping himself and putting in one of the custom Red Riot plugs they had made.
Katsuki looked in the mirror, turning to look at his ass before smirking to himself.
He was hot.
And he knew that.
He knew just how much Eijirou would appreciate the outfit and it only made him all the more excited about his plan.
He stepped out of their room and walked over to the office, the door open already as he paused standing in the doorway.
Eijirou didn't notice him.
Instead, he was looking worried and stressed at his computer and that just was not going to do.
"I think you need a break," Katsuki informed him.
Eijirou looked up annoyed until he saw what Katsuki was wearing.
A crop top that barely covered his nipples and shorts he knew drove Eijirou mad with how much of his ass showed with them.
He gulped.
Katsuki raised a brow. "What do you say, Daddy? Yes or no?"
Eijirou took a breath that he still nearly choked on before he answered him with a very excited, "Yes."
Katsuki smirked. "Good."
Katsuki walked into his office, grabbed a pillow off the couch behind them, and put it on the floor in front of Eijirou before he kneeled. Putting his head on Eijirou's thigh.
Eijirou put his hand in blond spiky hair, loving how soft it always felt. It was calming and tempting at the same time. Tempting because all he had to do was tell Katsuki to get up and he could have his dick buried in his boyfriend's perfect ass.
Though as much as he wanted to, he let it be drawn out. He let Katsuki kneel for him for a while. Taking the offer of a pause on time. A time where Katsuki would relax into the familiar routine.
Something just as beneficial for the both of them on shitty days. Katsuki needing affection and Eijirou needing to be needed. It worked for them.
Eijirou worked on his reports for a moment longer, it was one of the many tasks he hated doing. The details in which he had to add always took too much time, then he formatted two of them wrong, and had to redo them.
When Katsuki stepped in he felt like he was going to lose it—which was ironic since he interrupted Katsuki on reports. every. single. time. to the point, that the blond did them at the agency most of the time.
But when Eijirou looked up to see his boyfriend. Booty shores Mina got him as a joke with 'Eijirou's Property' written on the ass of them—it was difficult to focus.
Instead, he got the notes on the right reports done. He could fill in the details later… he had been working a while anyway.
So a break would be nice.
He pulled Katsuki back from his thighs. "How about you show Daddy why you really interrupted him?"
Eijirou patted his lap and watched Katsuki lick his lips.
He got up, his knees shaking already as he straddled his lap. Eijirou could feel how hard he already was, poor thing.
"Such a pretty boy," Eijirou brushed his blond hair away from his face. "Tell me what you want."
Katsuki looked down at his lips. "I want you to kiss me until I'm begging for your dick, Daddy."
Eijirou smirked.
Somehow the long day he had got a little better—and how could he say 'no' to such a perfect boy sitting on his lap? He fucking would never give up that opportunity.
"I think I can do that," Eijirou pulled him in by his jaw, cupping his face before pressing their lips together.
Warm and sweet, teasing almost. Katsuki pressed forward harder, opening his mouth, and who the hell was Eijirou to deny his baby boy anything?
He licked into his mouth.
The minty taste left Eijirou knowing Katsuki planned this. Most likely brushing his teeth before this all and fuck he wondered what else he was prepared for. Eijirou's hand moved down Katsuki's back, pulling him in by the waist only to move again, cupping his ass.
Round and perfect.
He squished it in his hands, Katsuki gasping at the contact. Eijirou slipped his hand under his shorts and smiled.
"Oh."
Eijirou pulled back.
Katsuki flushed the perfect shade of red.
"Did you get something new?" Eijirou hooked a finger on the waistband of the thin red thong and then let it go. Letting it smack Katsuki's skin with a sting.
Katsuki's breath hitched. "Got it last week, didn't have the chance to wear it for you."
Eijirou leaned in, kissing down his jaw and neck. "Pants off babe."
Katsuki got up and did as he was told, Eijirou turning him around so he could bend him over the desk, having his ass in perfect view.
Spreading him open only to see a plug nestled between his round cheeks.
Fuck.
"Look at that. Daddy's little slut always prepared, aren't you?"
When he didn't answer Eijirou slapped his ass, not too hard but hard enough to hear the loud sound in the silent room.
"Yes," Katsuki whined. "Always prepared for you, Daddy."
Eijirou moved the thong over, pulling on the plug that had lube gushing out before he pressed it back in with a grin.
Katsuki bit his arm to muffle his moans as Eijirou pressed it back in. The redhead got up, Katsuki turned to see why he stopped and noticed Eijirou walking out of the door without a single word.
The blond followed him.
Eijirou stopped in the doorway of their room. "Face down."
Katsuki scrambled up onto their bed, laying down as he felt Eijirou's hands on him immediately. Katsuki couldn't help but lean into his touch before Eijirou left again. Teasing him again, though this time he was back sooner and Katsuki felt a tug on the plug in his ass.
Was the lube a bit too much?
Yes.
But he loved how his boyfriend always made sure to press any that dripped out back into him. His fingers slick as he pulled them out and covered his cock with the lube.
Katsuki couldn't help the moan that escaped his mouth.
Already.
Eijirou pressing him into the bed was enough to have him whining for him. His face pressed into the bedding, his ass red where Eijirou slapped him earlier. Eijirou grabbed his ass—and fuck the rough grip felt too fucking good.
"Fucking masochist," Eijirou muttered.
Katsuki pressed back in response.
"Daddy," Katsuki whined, knowing just how much of a mess he was already.
Eijirou watched his boyfriend. The way his gasps left his mouth, turned into a lingering moan. The way his lips parted for him, he could picture it perfectly, Katsuki's eyes watering, his lips red from biting them.
Eijirou flipped him over and fucked into him.
He couldn't wait any longer, the feeling the drag as if it were his own cock. Fucking into his tight ass, Katsuki always took him so well.
So willing to be fucked.
He was a needy bottom and Eijirou was more than okay with that.
Seeing, hearing, and feeling his boyfriend's pleasure only made him feel so fucking powerful. Eijirou loved the feeling. Having the man who took on countless villains—the man who could bench Eijirou's weight times two—the man who changed from a bully to one of the most caring people Eijirou knew.
So getting to fuck him, having him beg for it, having him call him Daddy, well, that was just the ego boost he fucking needed.
Eijirou pulled out only to slam back into him, Katsuki laid on his back, his legs bent in half with ease. It was almost like he was meant to take cock.
"Please," Katsuki whined.
Oh gods, Eijirou loved it when he was like this.
Whiny.
Begging.
Desperate to cum.
Eijirou leaned down on top of his boyfriend with a smirk. "If you wanna cum, ask nicely."
He thrust into him, just as desperately. Needing this just as much as the blond, he felt all too close with each thrust. Hearing just how much Katsuki liked what he was doing.
Needily moaning for him as if it were the most natural thing for him.
"Please let me cum—" Katsuki moaned.
Eijirou waited.
"Daddy!"
Eijirou grinned and leaned forward enough to bite down on his shoulder, shifting enough to make sure he thrust right into Katsuki's prostate each time.
Katsuki moaned louder and louder until he finally let go. Eijirou watched as the blond came on himself, untouched.
And gods.
He was so pretty.
Especially when he was gasping from coming.
Eijirou leaned down and kissed him, fucking into him for his own pleasure, fucking him until he came soon after. It sent shivers down his body as he felt his orgasm hit him like a frate train.
He laid on Katsuki for a moment, the blond wrapping his legs around him, holding him closer.
"You're such a brat sometimes," Eijirou muttered.
"Thought I was Daddy's good boy?" Katsuki teased, combing his fingers through red locks.
Eijirou hummed. "That too."
"Jackass."
"Love you too, Katsuki."
Katsuki grumbled but Eijirou turned his head and cut him off the best way he knew how. He kissed him, soft and all too sweet for the moment of Eijirou's dick still being buried inside the blond.
Eijirou pulled back, and slowly pulled out before he carefully got up. He took the strap off and laid it on his nightstand to clean properly later.
"Come on," he offered his hand out for Katsuki.
The blond let him help him.
Katsuki took his hand and Eijirou couldn't help but kiss the man again. The blond kissed him back but silently pushed him away.
"Shower," Katsuki muttered.
Eijirou nodded but stayed where he was, he smirked before he leaned back in and licked his boyfriend's cheek before running off to the bathroom.
"Gross!" Katsuki yelled.
"You love it!" Eijirou laughed, turning on the bathroom lights and setting out two towels for when they were done.
Katsuki tried to argue.
Eijirou grinned.
The blond stepping into the bathroom silent because he very much did like it and didn't want to admit it. Eijirou wanted to lick the other side of his face just to see the flustered reaction.
"You wanna shower or stand there knowing I am right?" Eijirou asked.
"Shut up."
Katsuki walked past him and turned the shower on, letting Eijirou wrap his arms around him while they waited for the warm water.
"Thanks, for the distraction Tsuki," Eijirou muttered.
The blond relaxed in his hold. "You are not thanking me for sex."
"Why not?" Eijirou questioned. "I like having sex with you."
He didn't need to be looking at Katsuki to know his face was red, the tops of his ears giving him away for him. The blond was blushing and Eijirou smiled at how adorable his boyfriend was.
"You always look so pretty when you let me fuck you," Eijirou kissed the back of his neck. He leaned forward and tested the water before he was pulling Katsuki into the shower.
"Fucking, sappy idiot."
Eijirou grabbed the body wash Katsuki liked. "I prefer when you call me Daddy but whatever, babe."
Katsuki crossed his arms but didn't argue.
He let Eijirou fuss over him. Cleaning him thoroughly and massaging his hair with a leave-in conditioner before he washed himself and then rinsed Katsuki off.
By the time they were done, dry, and in fresh comfy clothes Katsuki grabbed Eijirou's laptop and sat on the couch. The redhead joined him a few moments later after he put some of the bedding in the wash.
Katsuki logged onto his laptop and opened up the documents they used to fill out reports.
"You tell me what happened and I will type the report."
Eijirou kissed him. "Can we order donuts?"
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "One report done first."
"Deal."
They got the first report done in under ten minutes, Eijirou happily grabbed his phone and ordered way too many donuts but Katsuki saw how fucking excited he was about it, so he let it go; at least they could have whatever they didn't eat for breakfast tomorrow morning.
By the time the donuts arrived they had two smaller reports finished and sent to their agency. Eijirou scrambled to the door and rushed back with a box of donuts. He had one half-eaten before he even sat down and offered some to Katsuki.
Katsuki smiled at his boyfriend, icing on his face after the first donut. He grabbed his phone and took a picture.
Eijirou tilted his head.
"Oh, my fucking gods."
"What?" Eijirou asked.
"Why do you look that cute?"
Eijirou smirked. "You're blushing~"
"And you're annoying."
And maybe the reports would have to be finished in the morning because Katsuki fucking loved that annoying bastard. And he very much knew the ring he had been hiding for the last week was not going to stay a secret for long. He was going to fucking ask that man to marry him.
Though little did he know the red-haired idiot had the same question in mind. Giving the ring to Hanta—the only trustable person in their friend group who wouldn't lose it—keep a hold of the ring until the right timing.
Perhaps the camping trip they had planned for the end of the month would be their most memorable one yet.
THE END
