Only One String Attached

Part 5

He’d gone to his moms’ place the first night of Katsuki’s rut and tried to clear his head, to recenter, but his omega felt so lost, so uncomfortable even in a place so familiar, that he had to go home. His moms just chalked it up to some pregnancy hormones, but he knew it was because Katsuki wasn’t there. The next few days were spent pacing his apartment, until Denki and Mina finally stopped by last night after not hearing from him. They had stayed for a few hours to check in and hopefully comfort him when he was so clearly distressed, but as soon as they left, that sinking feeling of loneliness took over again. 

So now, after a restless night with very few moments of reprieve, he couldn’t stand to be in this apartment one second longer. Jamming his feet into shoes, he didn’t bother changing out of his pajamas, and shrugged on a jacket, before stepping out of the door. His mind flipped through memories of Katsuki as he walked down to the hall, his body ached for his touch as he rode the elevator, his ears rang with echoes of his voice as he strode to the front doors of the building. And as he pushed open the glass doors, that all came to a crescendo, halting him in his path.

There, bathed in the rising sun, stood the object of his thoughts. Katsuki looked ethereal there against the pale yellow sky, his hair glowing. He was shirtless, his gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, putting his toned body and blonde trail on full display. Eijiro’s eyes scanned up his body, taking in all the details he missed, freezing as he locked eyes with the older man. The carmine eyes that caught his burned with desire, flickering orange from the flame wavering behind his cupped hand. A cigarette hung from his lips, the end already smoldering, but Katsuki didn’t seem to notice or care. 

They stood feet apart, both fused with the ground beneath their feet, for what felt like a lifetime, before something snapped. Katsuki snuffed out his cigarette, before closing the gap between them, his large hand moving to cradle Eijiro’s cheek, his eyes drinking in every detail. Eijiro’s face tilted upward, chasing the warmth that Katsuki’s gaze casted upon him, while Katsuki’s other hand came to rest on his hip, drawing him closer.

“Red.” Katsuki breathed, the smoky tobacco scent on his tongue wafting across his face, and already causing Eijiro’s head to spin. The name was the only word uttered before Katsuki was crashing his lips to Eijiro’s. His hand drifted around to the nape of his neck, tugging gently to coax Eijiro’s mouth open, wasting no time to deepen the kiss. Eijiro didn’t refuse, wanting, /needing/, more of the touch he had been craving for the last five days. 

Eijiro gasped into his mouth as Katsuki’s thumb reached up to stroke the shell of his ear, fingers still tugging on the roots of his hair. Katsuki groaned, tightening his grip on Eijiro’s waist and drawing him closer, Eijiro’s bump pressing to his abdomen. There was a flurry of activity in his stomach, and he wasn’t sure if it was from his pup, his nerves, or the building pleasure, but he did his best to focus on the joy, relief, and excitement now flowing rapidly through his veins. The hunger for Katsuki’s touch only grew with every second, every brush of friction between them, every hungry groan, and panted breath, and before he knew it, his hands dipped below Katsuki’s waistband. It didn’t take long for his fingers to find the large hard length hidden in the dark heat of the fabric, but they were quickly parted.

Katsuki’s hands had moved to grip his upper arms, now holding him at arm's length, his pupils blown wide and a desperation painted on his face. Eijiro whined at the separation, ready to be enveloped back in those arms, to be held with an intensity that never waivered, only grew with every passing second. He could see the conflict war on those beautifully distinct features. Pushing against the strong iron grip, Eijiro attempted to make his way back to those passionate, gentle lips that had turned his brain to mush.

“Baby, we gotta go back inside, or I’m going to end up taking you right here, right now on the sidewalk, and we do not need to deal with the consequences of that.” Eijiro just whined again, not caring where Katsuki knotted him, as long as his dick was inside him /now/. Katsuki chuckled in response, hands slipping down his arms to encircle Eijiro’s wrists, allowing him to move closer, but keeping his hands in place. Pressing a gentle kiss to Eijiro’s swollen lips, he continued speaking, voice now a whisper, and seemingly completely oblivious to Eijiro’s attempts at prolonging said kiss. “C’mon, Baby. Let’s head in.”