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Red. Red like he’s never seen before in his life. Red like blood and fire and dying stars and it’s all right there, standing in the corner of the long-empty church. A tall, imposing figure, doused in shadow so that all Katsuki can see is burning red.
Katsuki stands stock still, frozen in time, staring into those crimson eyes surrounded by darkness. He blinks and the feeling is gone. His breath returns to his lungs, his heart begins to beat its steady rhythm again, and the figure is gone.
Left in its place is nothing but shadows and the faint smell of tobacco and patchouli as proof it was ever there. Within moments that too is gone, leaving Katsuki questioning whether he’d imagined it all.
***
Say what you will about Bakugou Katsuki. He’s brash, unfriendly, cold at the best of times and terrifying at the worst, but he is, above all, a loyal servant of God.
Father Toshinori’s sermons tend to run long, but even when his idiot friends (none nearly as dedicated to the church as Katsuki is) have long since fallen asleep in the pews, Katsuki is still listening intently to what he has to say.
When the service ends, Katsuki waits patiently for everyone to file out before he begins his ascent into the upper floors of the church. He pauses for a moment when he passes the corner he saw the figure in last week, but shakes his head and moves past it. Whatever it was… Katsuki won’t entertain its existence.
Every Sunday, Tuesday, and Friday afternoons find Katsuki scurrying around his church, helping wherever he’s needed. Sometimes he helps lead youth groups, or organizes donations, sometimes even helping Father Toshinori prepare his sermons.
Today, he’s in the library. His church is an old one, with dark wooden floors and imposing, arched ceilings. The library is no exception. Its towering bookshelves are stacked with religious texts, some of them centuries old, pages yellowing and titles faded with age.
Katsuki huffs out a labored breath. He’s balanced on his toes on an old step stool as he reaches to put a book back in its place when it hits him. That smell. Tobacco and patchouli, maybe a hint of vanilla, intoxicating and sweet, invades his senses. His breath hitches and he freezes, inhaling the scent again. He can’t seem to get enough of it, but the memory of that thing that stood in the dark is still vivid in his memories.
It scares him, of that much he is certain, but some other feeling swells in the back of his mind. Something that makes his stomach warm and his heart skip a beat.
A moment later and it’s gone. Katsuki steps to the ground and looks around, clutching fearfully at the hem of his sweater. Nothing. No evidence of something there but the freshly disturbed dust floating in the afternoon sunlight.
That night, Katsuki dreams of red. Of red and gold and sharp, sharp teeth. He wakes up in the middle of the night with soaked boxers and a pounding heart. The dream is already fading from memory, but his pussy is wet and leaking onto his sheets. He squeezes his eyes shut and breathes through his nose. He won’t entertain this feeling, won’t reach down into his pants like he wants to.
It’s unholy to do so. No matter how much he craves it he won’t touch himself. Even when his muscles clench and he feels a fresh wave of slick spill into his boxers.
He falls into a fitful sleep, praying as his eyes close that he might be strong against such sinful desires.
***
He can’t get it out of his head, that intoxicating smell. It’s begun to follow Katsuki wherever he goes. When he smells it in his home, late at night just after his shower, he feels his gut stir and he digs his nails into his palm to distract himself. When he catches the scent of tobacco and patchouli, hints of vanilla in the church library, he can feel his clit throb and he bites down on his lip, resolutely ignoring the growing need inside of him.
On Friday, when he’s tucked away in Father Toshinori’s office typing away at the computer, he catches the scent again. The father went home an hour ago and left Katsuki to lock up after finishing his work, leaving him alone in the old church. He jerks his head up, alert and searching for the source. Katsuki stands up abruptly. He can’t take this anymore, he’s got to find it. The heavy, intoxicating scent and the creature he knows has been following him.
He’s fully prepared to tell it to fuck right off. He walks cautiously to the open door and looks outside into the hall. The scent is stronger out here, and it’s beginning to get to his head. Katsuki feels himself grow wet. His heartbeat quickens as he walks further into the hall. The lights here have been off since the father left; he knows he’s alone, but Katsuki feels the distinct energy of another presence nearby. He walks around the corner and catches a glimpse of… red.
He scowls and runs after it, skidding to a stop at the turn of another hallway only to be faced with-
Nothing.
Again, nothing. An empty hall, the smell that’s been haunting him, and his own wet cunt, but nothing else. Katsuki squirms as he seats himself back in the office, groaning lowly at the gentle pressure of his thighs squeezing together. Fuck wait- no! He will not give into such blasphemous thoughts. Katsuki stops what he’s doing and holds his legs still, focusing his attention entirely on the good work before him.
***
A warm hand grips Katsuki’s thigh. It’s strong, parting his legs with ease. Katsuki doesn’t struggle. Why isn’t he struggling? With each passing second the hand slides further and further up his thigh, and Katsuki can’t remember why he cared to struggle in the first place. He glances down between his legs where he still sits at Father Toshinori’s desk. It’s dark now in the office, barely illuminated by the moonlight outside. Shadows loom around him, smother him, and there, between his legs, shrouded in darkness is the faint outline of a face and glowing red eyes.
Another hand steals out of the shadows, tanned skin with red scales creeping up the back of it. The eyes stare unblinking at him, and though Katsuki knows he should fear them, he doesn’t. The hand traces a clawed finger up his inner thigh, drags the tip up to his core and pauses there, applying pressure through his jeans.
Katsuki shivers at the feeling, presses his hips down onto the finger. This is supposed to be wrong, right? Why was it wrong again? The claw pushes into the front of his pants, through his underwear, and in one move slices clean through the fabric, baring Katsuki to the hungry dark.
He squirms in the office chair, whining lowly into the stale air. He attempts to press his hips upward, but both hands steel on his thighs, forcing him to sit still.
That scent again, it’s so thick in the air. It swirls around his head and makes him leak onto the leather seat. A voice, hushed, husky, whispers from the space underneath the desk, “close your eyes, Love.”
Katsuki doesn’t think twice before obeying, his head tilting back. A hot puff of air blows directly onto his pussy and the grip on his thighs tightens, pressing scalding fingerprints into his flesh. Katsuki shivers, the anticipation of what’s about to happen stretching the moment like taffy. Katsuki whines, breathless, impatient, but does as he was told and keeps his eyes shut.
“Patience, Love, you’ll get what you want in time, you just have to give in…”
Katsuki wonders what that means, briefly, before a hot, wet tongue swipes deep and slow through his folds. It’s longer than any human tongue should be, warmer than any human body. Katsuki moans loudly and the voice chuckles, “you sound so lovely when you moan for me. I wonder how loud I can make you scream?”
The tongue returns to his pussy, pushing between his fat lips and licking from hole to clit.
“F-fuck…” the tongue is so large that it covers his entire sex with each filthy swipe. It writhes against him, swirls around his throbbing clit. Katsuki’s voice escapes his lips in breathy groans and the creature groans with him.
“You’re the best thing I’ve tasted in a long time… I need more.”
Suddenly, his whole body is jerked forward by the hands gripping his legs. He yelps in surprise, but it’s quickly drowned out by his noises of pleasure as the creature dives in for its meal. It eats him out as though starving, wanting to taste every inch of him. Katsuki whines louder and louder, his hands holding tightly to the arms of the chair. He’s going to cum any second now, can feel his abdomen tightening. Oh gosh… it’s so good. Katsuki’s breath halts in his lungs as he feels himself about to reach his peak.
The creature stops.
It laughs, a sexy, throaty laugh, but it’s barely heard over Katsuki’s noise of disappointment.
“Not yet, Love,” It says. Katsuki feels those eyes staring hungrily at his twitching cunt. That hunger is strong, makes Katsuki wiggle in the creature’s grip. It’s almost tangible, how desperate this thing is for him and Katsuki, in the moment, can’t conceive of why he ever wanted to resist its magnetic pull.
After a few long minutes, the creature dives back in. The tip of its tongue wriggles into his entrance and it groans at the taste, forcing its thick tongue deeper inside. Katsuki cries out when it flexes inside him. The strong muscle presses inside and licks so deep, deeper than any human could ever hope to reach with their mouth. It tastes parts of him that nobody else ever will, and that knowledge forces a sobbing moan out of Katsuki.
The creature growls and licks deep inside. Fuck… fuck fuck fuck fuck-!
“Oh- oh my-” he’s so close-!
Katsuki’s eyes fly open, face pressed to the keyboard. He grumbles, sitting up and staring at three pages of the letter “r” filling up the screen. Fuck… what was that? He pushes back from the desk, inspects the space underneath it to find nothing is there. The dream was so… vivid. It felt so real. But his jeans are intact, untouched. His pussy pulses with arousal, never having been allowed to cum. Katsuki shivers and shuts the computer off. He’s gotta get home. Tomorrow… tomorrow he’ll ask Father Toshinori what to do.
That night when he steps into the shower, he spots ten fingerprint shaped bruises on his inner thighs.
***
The father isn’t there the next day. Or the next. Or the one after that. Something about a “family emergency” said one of the priests, “I don’t know when he’ll be back, can I help you in his stead?”
Katsuki had shaken his head, thinking he can’t trust anyone else with this situation. Instead, he resolves himself to stay strong until the father comes back, whenever that will be. But days go by with no sign of him, and that smell is everywhere now.
On Sundays during service it surrounds him. Nobody else seems to be able to smell it, but he can. It’s accompanied by visions of fleeting red across his mind, memories of that dream and how it had felt to be devoured.
He shifts in his seat uncomfortably and the ache inside him grows deeper. He closes his eyes and prays. Prays for this creature to leave him alone even though he’s almost not convinced he even wants that anymore. Prays for relief. Prays for the father’s swift return. But when he falls asleep that night, it seems his prayers have gone unheard.
***
He sits stark naked on the floor, knees digging into the carpet as he stares at the cock in front of him. He tries to remember what he’s supposed to be doing. Is he supposed to be fighting this? His head feels fuzzy and all he can focus on is that thick, veiny cock. The thing it’s attached to is tall, gloriously tanned and decorated with flawless red scales. Its head and face are hidden in the shadows of Katsuki’s darkened bedroom, but those red eyes stare gluttonously down at him.
It wears fairly modern clothing, black pants and blacker leather boots, shirtless but adorned with fine gold jewelry. One hand rests on Katsuki’s head, petting his hair and almost purring at him.
“You’re so cute, Love. I can tell I’m getting to you, can smell your sweet arousal. It’s delicious.”
Katsuki hums pleasantly and leans into the touch.
It chuckles darkly, “I’ll fuck you proper in due time. For now… I think this will suffice.”
It squeezes his jaw between its thumb and forefinger, forcing Katsuki’s mouth to open. He doesn’t resist, letting his tongue roll out as he stares up into red eyes. The creature- no, demon Katsuki concludes, the fear he knows should be there lost somewhere in a sea of heady pleasure- feeds his cock into Katsuki’s waiting mouth.
It’s hot against his tongue, it almost burns. The taste is salty, perhaps a little bitter in his mouth, and the weight of that heavy cock forcing his jaw wider sends shocks of arousal through Katsuki. He whines, suckling on it with half-closed eyes.
“You’re so good for me, Love. Deeper, swallow my dick, I know you can baby.”
Katsuki doesn’t have the brain power to consider that nine inches of fat demon dick isn’t something he can force down his throat. He’s never sucked dick before, never even seen one, yet he powers forward anyway. He finds himself wanting to be good for the demon. He takes it to the back of his throat and gags around the tip. He moans, holding it in his mouth and laving the ridged underside.
Katsuki’s core tingles. Tears of frustration well up in his eyes. It seems the demon can sense it too. He wipes away those tears with a gentle thumb, “I know baby, I know. You’re so good for me. I can feel how turned on you are. Go ahead, relieve yourself,” he says, pushing one boot forward and between Katsuki’s legs. His voice is dark, wicked, and Katsuki feels like he should question its motives but finds he doesn’t want to.
Instead, he bobs his head up and down the thick length, feels its inhuman shape against his tongue, and begins to grind down on his boot. With each suck, Katsuki presses forward with his hips and grinds his cunt on that leather, moaning deliriously. His hands fist on muscled thighs and he resolutely tries to take the demon’s cock as deep as he can.
He can’t swallow it very far.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Love. Allow me…” the hand in his hair tightens its grip on the back of his skull and slowly, slowly pushes him further down the length. Katsuki gags and whimpers, tears dripping freely down his cheeks.
“Shhh, relax, you poor, lovely thing.”
Soon, the demon’s pelvis is pressed to Katsuki’s nose, holding him there while Katsuki rubs his sopping wet pussy hard on the leather boot. The demon caresses his throat, feeling where his cock sits, bulges obscenely in his throat. He swallows around it and the demon groans. He brushes Katsuki’s cheekbone almost lovingly with his fingertips before his pulls his hips back slowly and then, with a hard grip on his jaw, snaps them forward.
He fucks Katsuki’s mouth brutally. Every time his dick slides into his throat Katsuki’s voice gurgles, vibrating around it. Each thrust pulses through Katsuki’s very core, waves of pleasure crashing through him with every downward grind onto the boot. His clit throbs, his walls twitch around nothing, aching for something.
He cries, his eyes roll back into his head, and he lets the demon use him.
Such a good boy. A pretty little cocksleeve all for me, I can’t wait to have you the way I want you.”
His thrusts go sloppy and uncoordinated. Katsuki’s own steady rhythm against the leather turns desperate as he chases his cresting pleasure. He’s never orgasmed before, never wanted to stray from God’s intended path, yet here and now it is all he can think about.
The demon’s hips stutter and still, forcing its cock deep in Katsuki’s throat. Its balls draw up tight and then it cums, hot and wet down Katsuki’s throat with short thrusts and grinds against his face. Katsuki cries and rubs harder on the demon’s boot.
One moment, he’s chasing his pleasure, and the next he’s lying in bed staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he brings a hand down to his boxers. He slips it inside, swipes a finger through his soaking wet folds just to feel how fucking wet he is, but ultimately does not pleasure himself. He won’t give in. He won’t. He won’t.
***
Weeks go by, still with no sign of the father. It’s getting harder and harder to resist temptation. Every once in a while Katsuki catches a whiff of the demon’s scent, his mind will flood with memories and he feels himself grow wet.
Occasionally he catches himself absentmindedly reaching between his legs in an unconscious attempt to relieve the pressure growing there, and each time it gets harder and harder to pull away.
The dreams though… The dreams are the worst part, or the best, he can’t decide. They feel so fucking good, and he’s trying, trying so hard to resist but with each night waking up with soaking underwear and another denied orgasm, Katsuki wants to cave more and more.
He finds himself falling asleep in the library and dreams of being dragged into the darkness by his ankles. He’s held down by the demon, face obscured by darkness all except for those distinctive eyes. The demon presses two thick fingers into his cunt and fucks him slow, bringing him oh so close to orgasm only to deny him with the end of the dream.
In his bed late at night he dreams of being entangled in the sheets, the demon’s inhuman warmth behind him, holding him still while it slides its cock between his thighs. It uses his body however it wants while it rubs his clit with warm fingertips. It cums in the space between his thighs and Katsuki awakens before he can reach his peak.
By month’s end Katsuki isn’t sure he can take it anymore.
He wakes up humping his bed, cunt wet and empty and aching, tears staining his pillow.
“F-fuck…” he whimpers into his sheets, biting his cheek and clenching his fists tight in an almost unsuccessful attempt not to touch himself. This dream had been just as vivid as the others, much the same with his inability to resist, to remember why he ever wanted to resist. The demon’s face was still obscured by darkness but for his burning gaze.
The demon had blinded him with a cloth and bent him over his kitchen table. The one he shares with his family. He’d whispered sweet praises into his ear while he slapped Katsuki’s cunt, his other hand occupied with shoving his fingers between Katsuki’s teeth. The demon had rubbed him slowly between each harsh hit, had slipped a finger teasingly into his hole and paused every so often to suck his juices off his fingers to relish the flavor.
He’d gripped his ass with hot hands, had pressed his face up to Katsuki’s pussy and inhaled the scent like he couldn’t get enough. He’d rubbed his clit in slow circles until Katsuki was shaking and sobbing on the kitchen table, bringing him closer and closer to the end but never reaching it, the dream’s end bringing it all to a screeching halt.
Katsuki is in a daze through breakfast, blushing heavily at the place on the tablet the demon had ravished him but saying nothing to his confused family.
The rest of the day is a blur, the passage of time slow and occupied only with thoughts of the demon from his dreams. Red eyes and wicked laughter, thick fingers and a girthy, heavy cock, that long, hot tongue and the way his cunt felt grinding into his leather boot.
That evening, late at night, he drives to the church. Finds himself walking almost trance-like to the main hall. He traces a shaky hand along the pews and makes his way to the altar. He stops there, lip quivering and face scrunched up in frustration as he stares up at the massive crucifix hanging at the back of the hall, up into the eyes of Christ himself.
“Please- please…”
Please what? Please make the demon stop? Please let him cum? Please give him sweet relief from the monumental ache simmering in his gut?
Katsuki falls to his knees, eyes trained on the ground and hands limp at his sides. The dark around him is oppressive, his pale face and hair lit only by the light of the moon streaming through stained glass windows.
“Please-” he tries again, praying to his God and receiving no response.
That’s when he smells it, that God forsaken smell of tobacco, patchouli, vanilla, orange, a heady mixture of intoxication, the scent he’s come to associate with pain, pleasure, and all the things in between. It’s stronger now than ever, stronger even than in his dreams.
Katsuki jerks his head up, his pulse quickens and he feels a whine bubble up in his throat without his permission. A chuckle sounds from behind him in that familiar voice.
“Hello, Love. It’s so good to finally meet you like this.”
Katsuki turns around, still kneeling. There it is, the demon, standing just outside the multicolored light of the stained glass. For a moment, Katsuki wonders if this is another dream. He stares wide-eyed at the figure in the dark, at those haunting red eyes.
As if sensing his thoughts, the demon laughs and says, “no, Love, you’re not dreaming this time. You understand why I had to do that, don’t you? I had to show you what you were missing. Make you crave it. Make you want it so bad you could never hope to resist me.”
Katsuki whimpers, fear and arousal waging a war inside.
“What- who are you?”
The demon steps out of the shadows, and for the first time ever, Katsuki sees his face.
Red. Red like he’s never seen before in his life. Red like blood and flames and dying stars. And it stands before him in the form of the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
The demon stands taller than Katsuki initially thought, towering over him by at least a foot, maybe more. His clothes are modern, black pants and thick leather boots that make Katsuki bite his lip at the memories. His torso is bare but for the leather harness that wraps around tightly packed muscles. Miles of flawless tanned skin offset by glittering red scales and accented with gold jewelry. But his face… his face is gorgeous, unearthly. A defined jaw and strong cheekbones compliment eyes so soft and welcoming, yet something dangerous lurks beneath. Wild red hair frames his face, long, braided just enough to keep it from obscuring his vision. Curling horns sprout from his head, tar black and towering.
The demon’s smile shows off a set of wicked sharp teeth, and Katsuki sucks in a breath wondering how they’d feel in the meat of his shoulder, his thigh, his throat.
“You, lovely little thing, may call me Eijirou.”
Katsuki swallows, “E-eijirou? What? What do you want?”
The demon- Eijirou- steps closer, and Katsuki feels frozen in place. He does not move back, does not shift from his place kneeling on the ground.
“Oh, I think you know what I want, Katsuki,” Katsuki, the name drips like sin from his tongue, “and I know you want it too, don’t you? I had fun in your dreams, you know. I quite enjoyed the taste of your cunt.”
Katsuki whines quietly, “n-no- I’m not like that. I’m a child of God, you can’t touch me.”
Eijirou stalks ever closer, pauses in front of Katsuki so that he has to look up to see his face. The demon hums thoughtfully, “no, I can’t. Not unless you want me to…”
“Do you want me to touch you, Katsuki?”
Katsuki shakes his head, but the fluid soaking his boxers tells a different story, “I won’t sin for you, demon.”
“It’s not for me, Katsuki, though I won’t lie and say I don’t get anything out of it. No, you’ll sin for yourself. You’ll sin for the touch I know you crave. Don’t you want my tongue on your sloppy cunt?”
Katsuki shakes, eyes closing almost involuntarily as he imagines it.
“Don’t you want my cock down your throat? Don’t you want my fingers inside you? Don’t you want to cum, Love? Don’t you want me to fuck you.?”
Katsuki moans, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.
Eijirou kneels in front of him, leans forward until his breath tickles his ear, “all you have to do is say yes.”
He can’t. He can’t resist anymore. He doesn’t want to. He wants whatever this demon has to give him, wants his touch like he’s never wanted anything before.
He whispers, a raspy, broken thing, “yes.”
In a split second Katsuki is on his back on the altar. Eijirou rips through his clothes with his claws, tears them off piece by piece until Katsuki lay naked before him.
It’s stronger here and now than it ever was in his dreams. The hunger. The gluttonous desire with which Eijirou looks at him. He grins that dangerous grin and leans over Katsuki’s body. Like this, their difference in size is more noticeable than ever. Eijirou’s muscular form cages Katsuki completely as he leans forward and takes Katsuki’s first kiss. He moans, a deep rumble from within his chest.
“Fuck, you taste even better in real life, Katsuki,” he says before diving back in. His tongue works its way between Katsuki’s lips. It’s so much more real now, inhumanly long, thick as it slides into his throat. Katsuki chokes on it, eyes rolling back. His hands scramble for grounding purchase on the marble of the altar. Eijirou grabs them in his own and pulls back, grinning.
“No need to worry, Love, I know exactly what to do with these.”
He snatches the wrinkled altar cloth from the ground and tears off a piece. Katsuki watches, a little dazed, as Eijirou presses his hands together in perfect prayer and ties the fabric around them. Katsuki tugs at it butt the knot holds strong, his palms pressed tightly together above his chest.
Eijirou grins at him and slips down between his legs. Katsuki tries to squirm but Eijirou presses his thighs down to the freezing marble, keeping his legs wide open and his pussy bare for Eijirou to sweep his hungry gaze over.
He jerks Katsuki forward so his hips rest at the edge of the altar and kneels. Katsuki moans when his hot tongue traces burning paths along his inner thighs, sends electric shocks up his spine. Suddenly, Eijirou bites down on the flesh of his inner thigh. It hurts, hurts when blood wells up in the punctures and slips down his leg to drip onto the altar, but it feels so good. It fills him with a hazy warmth. Another bite. Another. Claiming him with every mark.
“You’re mine now, Katsuki,” he purrs. Katsuki hiccups a small cry. His cunt is so, so wet. His clit is throbbing, his inner walls clenching around nothing. Already he feels himself right at the precipice of orgasm, but this is far from over. Eijirou leans back up and presses his fingers into Katsuki’s folds, circles his clit slowly. With his other hand, he unzips his pants and frees his cock. It’s rock hard, long and thick and red, dripping with precum.
It’s shaped differently than any human dick, tapered at the end, with defined ridges running up the underside. Katsuki sobs with need, “p-please, fuck…”
Eijirou lets the tip of his cock touch his pussy, teasing for a moment. He then grabs his hips with a bruising hold and slams inside. It’s so much bigger now, bigger than it felt in his mouth, bigger than when it slid between his slick thighs and rubbed against his wetness.
It fills up every inch of Katsuki’s virgin cunt, pushes past his limits and hurts in such a pleasurable way he knows he’ll never receive from a human man. Katsuki seizes up, tossing his head back and crying out into the air, his moan echoing off the church walls. He stares into the eyes of Christ as he cums for the first time.
His pussy spasms around the cock filling him up, and he is vaguely aware of a rush of slick in his cunt. He squirts around the demon cock. Eijirou grins, grinding his cock inside and catching Katsuki’s juices on his fingers. He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks every drop, eyes rolling up as he tastes him.
“Delicious,” he says, smiling as Katsuki comes down. Katsuki’s tears fall freely. The pleasure was overwhelming, had possessed his body and torn through him, a hurricane of sin. But the need inside him, the ache, is still there. He mewls and writhes on Eijirou’s cock.
The demon laughs, then grabs his thighs and pushes his legs forward. He pulls back, slowly at first, and without warning snaps his hips forward. His pace is rough and fast, Katsuki’s cries growing louder as he fucks him savagely.
The demon fucks him with inhuman power, touching spots inside Katsuki he didn’t know existed. Each thrust punches a moan out of Katsuki’s worn throat, “oh- oh my GOD-” he sobs.
Eijirou growls possessively, “there is no God here, you’re mine now. You belong to me,” he says. “I-” a hard thrust, “own-” a squeezing hand on Katsuki’s hip, “you!” Eijirou snarls.
Katsuki goes speechless, eyes and mouth wide in a silent scream as Eijirou leans forward, fucking into him impossibly faster. Katsuki's hands, frozen in prayer, move above his face. Eijirou's body presses so close to his now that he can feel his heartbeat. His skin is so warm against him, and the rubbing friction stimulates his nipples.
Eijirou growls, deeper, lower this time, anticipatory, before sinking his teeth into Katsuki’s neck. Katsuki screams aloud, his body spasming. Eijirou, still sunken into his flesh, brings a hand to Katsuki’s clit and circles it quickly.
His thrusts become erratic as their individual pleasures climb ever higher. Katsuki can feel something thickening at the base of Eijirou’s cock. It swells with every passing second, pushing at the entrance of his pussy. Eijirou removes himself from Katski’s throat and roars, shaking the walls of the church. The knot forces itself into Katsuki’s cunt and locks them together.
He cums inside. Katsuki feels it so vividly, the outpour of hot, wet cum inside him. It fills him to the brim, presses at his womb until that too gives in and every inch, every crevice is filled up with Eijirou’s seed.
Katsuki writhes as he cums, stars bursting behind his eyelids, screaming his pleasure in the face of his God.
He passes out from the overwhelming sensation.
He is vaguely aware, an undetermined amount of time later, of that sinful tongue on him, in him licking every drop of cum from his insides. Katsuki mewls and whines, dazedly shaking through another orgasm as Eijirou cleans him out.
When he next surfaces to consciousness, Katsuki is alone in his room. The evidence of what happened is in the ache of his bones, the sting of bite marks in his flesh, the hoarseness of his overused throat and the bruises claiming him as Eijirou’s and Eijirou’s alone.
He’s been placed gently in his bed, draped beneath the covers and cushioned by silk sheets he didn’t own before. On the nightstand is a rose, and a note that says, ‘don’t think I’ll forget you, Love. You’re all mine.’