Emo boys || BakuYami

[Sorry_guys]

Love was a strong word. It was a weird word. And a word Katsuki didn't like using. Mostly because things that were grouped with love typically meant mushy, cheesy, gross stuff. Stuff like tooth-rotting sweets, mind-numbingly affectionate poems and shit like that, and he never cared for that shit. Always ignored the idiots that tried to confess to him with chocolates or love letters. Always hated the attention in middle school.

In high school, he didn't expect to find anyone interesting, but it didn't take long for him to have his own close-nit friend group, and not too long after he found his attention lingering on probably one of the strongest students in the class. Sure, everyone was strong in their own way, but only one person had to deal with controlling his quirk in unique situations, how it was easy to lose control with one little mistake. A quirk that had a mind of it's own and would pop out all the time, with a personality to clash with its wielder.

Tokoyami was someone who seemed to keep to himself a lot, focus on schoolwork and not let anything bother him. It had Katsuki's interest, and it didn't take long until he was singling the shorter male out in the locker room's one day and all but demanding to take the other on a date. It had been to the movies, with the both of them getting permission from the teachers to leave the grounds and with Katsuki paying for the both of them. It was probably the most he'd actually spoken to Tokoyami one on one, with their few common interests and lives, and it didn't take long for Katsuki to spend a couple days with the other alone a week, them both agreeing to keep things quiet.

It also didn't take long for Katsuki suggest smoking weed after having tried it with his group, and wanting to share the experience with his new boyfriend.

So that's where they were now. He's leaning back against the side of Tokoyami's bed as he sits on the floor, the balcony doors open a small bit to let the smoke out. His head is leaning back against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. The lighting of his boyfriend's room made it easy to stare off into space, some music playing on low. He's... honestly really horny. Like.. super fucking horny. He doesn't realize how hard he is in his black sweatpants, and when he glances over to the other, he smirks lightly and sits up.

"Oi." He leans on one arm, leaning in to brush his nose against the soft down at Tokoyami's throat, his free hand sliding over the other's thigh, squeezing gently. "'M kinda curious what noises you'd make if we fucked.." He peers up at him from the corner of his eye as he gently nips at his neck, hand sliding further up between Tokoyami's legs, until his palm rolls slowly over his crotch. "So... what d'ya say?" He practically purrs.

[automatonSun]

Fumikage was comfortable with himself in a lot of ways. His family encouraged him to feel proud of his looks even when they were so unconventional, tried to get him and Dark Shadow to get along and were incredibly supportive when he came out. They made their mistakes; their support was loud and sometimes their positive outlook weighed on him more than the situations he found himself in. They thought everything could be fixed with a smile and the right attitude, and in a way that was dismissive of his experiences. Kids were cruel, and everything about him that he could be comfortable with privately was used against him, eventually he just learned to be withdrawn instead of trying his family’s methods.

Love never seemed achievable. His peers made it quite clear that someone with a mutation like his would have a hard time finding a partner. They made sure to remind him every day. Not that he cared. Fumikage decided he’d be a hero; prove to himself that he could finally learn to control Dark Shadow and save people, and romance just never played apart in his plans.

Which is why being cornered in the locker rooms by U.A.‘s explosive star for a date of all things left him reeling. He’d said yes only because he didn’t know what to do with his mouth and it just sort of popped out. The fact that Katsuki actually gave him a good date, no funny business and minimal insulting language was even more shocking, but... pleasant.

Having a secret boyfriend may not have been part of his plans, but the blond certainly was a welcome distraction from, well, everything. Not that Katsuki would ever let Fumikage slack in his training or work. Just one of the many lovable things about him. That didn’t mean he didn’t know how to relax though; despite popular belief, Katsuki was more than capable of taking a breather when he wanted to. And while smoking wasn’t really Fumikage’s thing, he still wanted to give it a try.

It seemed to calm Dark Shadow into actually staying tucked away for once, at least.

Fumikage’s head was tilted back against his mattress, enjoying the silence of his quirk resting for once. As much as he’d learned to love Shadow, he still liked the more private moments with Katsuki without interruption. His thigh was pressed up against the blond’s, occasionally swaying his along with the music. He paused, feeling Katsuki shift and the other’s hot breath against his throat. He suppressed a shudder quite badly, cracking open an eye to observe his boyfriend.

And maybe he would have succeeded in keeping his precarious cool had it not been for Katsuki’s hand on his crotch, making the raven sit up a little straighter and suck in a breath. “I wouldn’t... mind.” He replied carefully, trying to not seem desperate. Failing when his legs spread eagerly anyway and his own hand finds its way to Katsuki’s thigh, “I don’t know what I’m doing though.” He had more than enough experience with his hand, of course. Even a few toys he managed to purchase with no one noticing. But... he’d never exactly touched someone else like that.

[Sorry_guys]

The reactions he was already getting, it's enough to urge him on with brushing his fingers up against the other's crotch, teasingly pressing through his clothes. He hums idly at the comment about not knowing what to do and pulls his hand back so he can instead wrap his arm around the other teen's waist and tug him over onto his lap. No doubt Fumikage would be able to feel the hard press of his arousal against him as Katsuki brushes his hands over his hips.

"'S fine." He mumbles, glancing the other in the eye before looking down to his shirt, fingers slipping up underneath the hem of the fabric. "You keepin' this on or what?" He smirks a small bit as he looks back up. "Or d'you want to move to the bed so we don't get cramps from fuckin' on the floor?" Honestly, he didn't care either way, he just knows he wanted to get his hands on every inch of skin as soon as possible. He sits up some and leans in to kiss Fumikage's beak, pressing a couple there before he's continuing the affection along his face, down his neck again, kissing the soft feathers.

"I'm fine either way.. We don't even have to actually fuck, I just know I ain't leaving until I've made you cum." His hands slide from the hem of his shirt over the curve of his ass as he nudges the collar of his shirt aside to kiss at the skin of his shoulder. He squeezes his ass, rolling his palms over it as he pulls Tokoyami closer. It causes friction against him, and he can't help the low groan that rises from his throat, breath shaking. He doesn't think he's ever been so hard, but then again, he's never been with someone like this. He was eager as all hell to get his hands on his boyfriend, he'd just been too damn scared to make a move until now, until his inhibitions had been lowered. Yes, he was usually confident and quite an ass, but he had always been wary about intimacy. He didn't let people get so close to him normally, and to have someone get to know the most vulnerable side of him.. It was scary to think about.

So it's a good thing he's too high to let it bother him now.

"Hey- Can I just eat you out?" He asks, face flushing as he licks over his mouth. At this point, it was watering. "Or, fuck, sit on my face or something. Whatever's better."

[automatonSun]

Fumikage was going to blame the weed for the ridiculous little trill that worked its way out of his throat at just the slightest press of fingers against his slit through his clothes. Because that was just embarrassing. However the next trill, a little louder and more high pitched, was all Katsuki’s fault. Fumikage knew he was really light compared to the others no matter how much muscle he packed, and he was very short as well, but being pulled in like that and seated on his boyfriend’s arousal just did something to him.

Beneath his feathers, the poor teen was beet red in the face, slightly ruffled as Katsuki kissed him, head tilting back to allow for the affection against his throat. “W-We can move to the bed, then, I-“ The soft grind and the hands on his ass are nothing compared to the groan he catches from Katsuki. He was wet before but the sound made him clench around nothing in want and it made the flush that was well hidden by feathers spread down his neck. Fuck. Instead of really answering, he slid off the baggy shirt he wore and tossed it aside.

His chest was very small, but also well toned. Fumikage wasn’t as self conscious about it as he was when he first arrived at U.A., but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t the weed that gave him the confidence to just take it off. He wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck, leaning in to press those little nip-beak kisses to his cheek and the shell of his ear. “I’ll let you eat me out,” he breathed, gathering up the courage before he ground his hips down against Katsuki, “But I want to make you cum too...” he just didn’t know how to do that if Katsuki would be eating him out.

[Sorry_guys]

He can't hide the grin that stretches his lips as he watched the other pull off the shirt and toss it aside, and he immediately leans in to kiss at his chest, tongue licking at skin as his hands squeezed at the teen's waist. He was surprised they weren't running into any sort of conflict or hesitation about anything, though the weed was most definitely the reason they were so confident to begin with. Or, rather, they were too horny to care about doubts or repercussions about this.

The grinding makes him curse with a shaky breath, brows knitting together as his hands slide down to hips, urging him to continue. It felt so fucking good to have friction on his dick, he wondered how the hell he was able to keep himself from pinning the idiot down against the floor and just fucking him straight, though he knew it was a logical part of his head was still sober enough to tell him 'Slow the fuck down'. So, he huffs and scoops his hands under thighs.

"Don't worry about me right now, babe." He licks over his teeth as he grins toward his boyfriend, shifting to lay him back against the rug on his floor, settling between his legs. "Just worry about not making too much noise." He leans down to kiss his way down his boyfriend's chest as his fingers push under the other's remaining clothes, working them off his hips and down his legs, where he tosses them aside without a care. He shifts further and further down, hands spreading thighs apart. When he reaches his naval, his fingers slide between his lips slowly, and he exhales a shaky breath. "Shit, you're wet. Been wanting this?" He teased, glancing up as he nips at a hip bone.

[automatonSun]

Sometimes Fumikage was caught up in how sweet Katsuki was with him that he forgot he was a complete and utter bastard. The way that he told him to not make so much noise, but had the audacity to undress him and look like that as he kissed down his body was counterproductive, and the avian sound that leaves him is entirely the blond's fault, because Fumikage was already trying his best by covering his beak. "If you keep touching me like this there's no way I can be quiet, Katsuki."

He feels the wet slide of his boyfriend's fingers over his cunt and he covers his face, warmth shooting up his spine. It's shameful how wet he is, but he doesn't make any effort to hide his wants. Not like he could, anyway. The area is all sparce, soft feathers here or there and Fumikage wonders if he should be more self conscious about that, but Katsuki doesn't even hesitate at the sight or feel of them so he doesn't bother with the train of thought at all. No need to give himself a new insecurity for no reason.

"Yes," he confessed shakily, lifting a hand from his own face to run through Katsuki's hair, "I've wanted to do something like this for a while, though you're certainly eager." He gave the blond a little smile, "How long have you been wanting this?" Fumikage could tease just as well. Or maybe that was just the weed and he couldn't, actually, because he's spread out beneath his boyfriend, wetter than he's ever been and about to be eaten out when he's never done anything close with anyone else before. He was a nervous wreck; but it helped that it was Katsuki. It almost felt natural because, after all, Fumikage had experienced his first ever date, first kiss with him and this was his first boyfriend. This was just another first he wanted to share with him.

[Sorry_guys]

"Hmm, how could I not be eager?" He murmurs against skin, sucking a small hickey onto pale skin before he's dragging his lips down a thigh. "And does it matter how long I've wanted this? It's happening now and that's all that fuckin' matters." He bites at a thigh to leave a nice mark as his fingers tease at the other's entrance, circling fingers and prodding, but not quite supplying the penetration like the other might be craving. He's surprised at how wet Fumikage is, though, but he's grateful for it.

He can't deny that his mouth is practically watering as he finally drags his tongue between the folds of the other's cunt, fingers spreading his lips to allow things to go a little smoother, and he can't help the low groan. He's always had a sort of an oral kink, and being able to use his mouth to please his boyfriend was something he has been waiting for, whether it was to suck his dick or to, obviously, eat him out. Genitalia didn't matter to the blond, what mattered was the noises and reactions from the other. Tongue sliding up, he drags the flat of it against Tokoyami's clit, sucking easily. He repeats the motion a couple times, whether to tease or not, it's hard to decide. But soon, he slides his tongue down to press into the other.

Brows furrow as dull nails dig into a soft thighs, both hands gripping carefully as his tongue curls, licking as deep as his tongue could. He's never done this before, but given what he knows about sex and shit from talking with the other guys in his friend group or watching porn out of bored curiosity, he was just going with what felt natural to do, and it seemed this was definitely not all that bad despite previous worries. One eye peeks open, and he would most definitely be grinning right now if he could, mostly because he was proud of himself for being able to do this sort of thing with confidence.

[automatonSun]

Katsuki never ceased to amaze him, or surprise him at the very least. He was a whole lot more eager than Fumikage expected anyone to be about eating out their partner. Or maybe he’d just read too many cases of people complaining about it and just missed the people who loved it, either way, Katsuki’s exploring fingers and mouth have Fumikage’s back arching, hand briefly tightening its hold in the blond strands until he realizes what he’s doing and relaxes the hand in Katsuki’s hair, mildly panicked that he’s hurt him.

“I’m sorry, Kat-nnhg!” being spread open makes him feel so vulnerable but he supposes that he just is that way when he’s with Katsuki, vulnerable and exposed even when they had their clothes on. Still, the tongue on his cunt feels like heaven and he clenched his thighs against the other’s head, trying very hard to not put too much pressure on him. “Oh-“ a chirp left him, short, high pitched and loud. Fumikage redoubled his efforts to quiet himself, knuckle between his teeth and the next low moan muffled by the skin.

The look in Katsuki’s eye is smug and Fumikage offered a huff in return, shuddering through another muffled moan. Taking the hand away from his beak, Fumikage reached down with both hands and tangled his fingers in his hair. His fingers ran delicately over Katsuki’s scalp, hips raising just a bit to meet the blond’s mouth. “F-Feels wonderful, Katsuki, please-“ It was new, maybe a little odd and sometimes worried thoughts came to mind about whether or not he should do more; but it felt amazing anyway. No matter how good he got with his hands, or how many toys he used on himself, nothing compared to Katsuki’s tongue.

Maybe it was just because he cared about him so much.

[Sorry_guys]

The tight fingers in his hair only prove to feed his ego as he watches the way his boyfriend absolutely writhes and struggled to keep quiet. It was the hottest thing Katsuki's ever witnessed outside of seeing Tokoyami go berserk because of Dark Shadow back at the camp when he'd been taken, and it had his cock twitching almost lazily against his own thigh. He's almost in a daze as he watched the other, enjoying the fingers in his hair, but the confirmation of how the other felt and the shift of hips pressing further against his mouth... It's got him shuddering, eyes shutting as his tongue licks with a whole new fervor.

He pulls his tongue out to lick at his lips, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth down to his chin. He takes his time with dragging his tongue up against the other's labia, up to his clit where he sucks as his tongue swirls the sensitive bundle of nerves. One hand moves between the other's thighs and two fingers gently press against his entrance, but only one presses in for now, pressing in far deeper than his tongue had been able to, curling, working at a steady pace.

He wasn't going to even attempt to fuck his boyfriend until he had successfully made him cum hard, wanting to be able to know what it was like to make someone cum with his mouth. He also wanted to know what it would feel like to cum inside his boyfriend, but he wasn't so sure if that was a good option or if he should try and refrain from cumming inside him. He doesn't know, but he makes half a second to decide to ask before they moved further than oral. He wanted to make damn sure Tokoyami was comfortable with everything, because even if he seemed indifferent about a lot of shit, he was still a person with feelings. Feelings that Bakugo was doing his damned best to understand as well as let his own feelings be known. He cared about the idiot and didn't want to fuck up by hiding shit from him.

[automatonSun]

Fumikage eyes watered a bit with the pleasure and he shuddered all over. It was embarrassing how wet he was, and he was sure Kartsuki was stuck with tasting every bit of his arousal, but that didn’t seem to slow his boyfriend at all. He was no less enthusiastic about making Fumikage feel good, but that made the poor teen gasp and whine more than anything, hips moving up to meet his boyfriend’s mouth even as he moved away, clearly desperate for his touch. It was a little embarrassing, but he busied himself without petting over Katsuki’s head and breathlessly praising him for it.

“A-Amazing, feels amazing, Katsuki, so good-“ He cut himself off with a shocked chirrup, his back arching as Katsuki’s finger joined his energetic tongue. Katsuki’s fingers were longer than Fumikage’s, and sure, he had toys that could reach deeper than his own digits and all but it was Katsuki’s finger inside of him, pressing against places he could only ever reach with his favorite toy, with the added warmth of Katsuki’s deadly hand being used so delicately.

“Ah, Katsuki,” his voice was trembling, moans escaping his throat, accented by chirps and coos, “If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum, please” he was so close already. Fumikage didn’t want to just grind up against his boyfriend’s face but he couldn’t even keep his hips still, hips shaking and thighs flexing around Katsuki’s head with the effort to keep himself from clamping down too harshly. He’s very conscious of the fact that he could actually hurt him after spending so much time training up his body. But he wouldn’t lie and say the blond didn’t make a beautiful picture, head between his legs and mouth pressed to his cunt.