- forehead pressed hard against the dip between the bigger man's shoulder blades.
His own cock is throbbing, hard and leaking in his shorts, and getting harder each time Tetsu's thrusting hips have his ass rubbing up against him.
Part 2 ✨
Katsuki goes as fast as his quirk will take him, soaring through the sky as his explosions clap behind him like thunder. It’s not long before a familiar place looms below him, his heart stuttering in his chest as his eyes land on Eijiro’s long red mane.
“The baby’s name was Ilya. He lived for six hours. He had his father’s hands.”
In the morning, the paper is gone. In its place: a fresh mug of chamomile, a drawing of a seashell, and one word written in Jayce’s uneven handwriting.
“I’m sure he had your beautiful moles too.”
"Come back to my place," Katsuki offers instead. "I'll cook for you while you do your reports. Soba. Whatever you want."
Shouto seems to mull it over, the few seconds painstakingly long as Katsuki awaits his answer. "But I need to shower..."
"You think I don't have a shower?"
“No,” Shouto says. He grabs Katsuki’s jacket from the back of the chair, shakes it out, and holds it for him to put on. “I’m annoyed because you’re a know-it-all.”