Only One String Attached

Part 5

Katsuki spun Eijiro around, guiding his hips towards the glass doors, his own body pressed into his back, only urging him forward. Eijiro hummed at the pressure and friction, happy for the contact. By the time they were in the elevator, Eijiro’s ass was practically grinding into Katsuki’s dick, his omega in command and completely in a knot fueled haze. Katsuki only chuckled, drawing closer to whisper in his ear huskily.

“Have you been a good boy, Red?” Eijiro nodded enthusiastically, earning another chuckle, warm breath enveloping his ear, and causing a shudder to run down his spine. He tilted his head, eager for the next words from the strong alpha. “Well then, what do you say about giving my good boy a reward?”

“Please.” Eijiro gasped, finally finding his voice as Katsuki trailed kisses down his neck, stopping every so often to suckle at the delicate skin. As the elevator climbed higher, Katsuki’s lips drifted lower until they found a home on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. His mouth was open, tongue swirling and lapping gently at his scent gland, causing Eijiro to keen under the attention. Katsuki’s fingers toyed with the waistband of his pants, thumbs tracing similar patterns to his tongue and just magnifying the sensations coursing through his body. The butterflies had intensified in his stomach, proving the pleasure coiling tighter around the fluttering in his gut was to blame. “Katsuki, I- I- /God/. I missed you.”

“Missed you too, ‘mega.” Katsuki’s lips were clumsy against his skin with the words, but a thrill of pleasure ran through him all the same.

The chiming of the elevator reaching its destination startled Eijiro, causing him to jump, and disrupt Katsuki enough that he detached himself. Continuing his method of guiding Eijiro earlier, he walked them into the large apartment. They hadn’t made it two feet past the threshold, before Katsuki was spinning him around, drawing him back into a passionate kiss, Eijiro’s scent fresh on his tongue, and causing Eijiro’s head to spin. He’d never experienced his own scent this intensely before and it was intoxicating and disorientingly hot. 

Katsuki’s hands drifted down, fingers kneading the meat of his ass, hoisting him up. Eijiro instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist, never moving his face from the alpha’s and hungrily drinking in every second of affection. Eijiro could tell they were moving, but he didn’t care where to, as long as Katsuki was with him. They didn’t go far before Eijiro was being set on a hard surface, Katsuki’s fingers wasting no time to wiggle Eijiro’s pants down to expose his arousal heated skin to the slightly chilled air. 

Breaking the kiss again, Katsuki pulled away, panting as he crouched in front of Eijiro, working his pants off the rest of the way. Eijiro could see the way Katsuki drank in every inch of him like he’d never seen him before. Running his finger in the slick already beginning to pool on the table, Katsuki popped his fingers into his mouth and groaned.

“Lay back.” Katsuk commanded, to which Eijiro happily obliged. He needed Katsuki as soon as possible. Lips grazed the insides of his thighs, pressing little kisses, before fingers glided through slick and pressed themselves to his entrance. Eijiro gasped, body arching in response, begging with every fiber for those two thick digits to find a home between his walls. 

“Daddy, please. /Please/.” Eijiro’s words slurred in a moan, but they were not in vain, his pleas were met with those fingers pressing inside, stretching and working him open. He inhaled sharply, his body adjusting, and his fingers found their way to Katsuki’s feather soft hair, pulling softly to guide his lips to his own. Katsuki happily obliged, mouths moving with a feverish passion, as he continued his task of prepping Eijiro. His fingers curled against the soft supple walls, and hit Eijiro’s prostate, pulling another sharp breath from his lungs.