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Katsuki stared at the TV, the muffled sounds of a cooking show echoing through the apartment. He didn't really care for the cooking show, but it was something to listen to while he waited for Shoto to get home. He'd had a long day at work, and all he wanted was to sit back, eat dinner, and maybe watch some trash TV. A knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts.
"I'm going," he called out, expecting to see Shoto on the other side. He swung the door open, ready to greet him with a casual nod. But the sight that met him was anything but casual. There were two Shotos standing outside, looking at him with identical expressions. Katsuki blinked, his brain trying to process what his eyes were showing him.
"What the hell," he finally said.
One of the Shoto's took a step forward. "I got hit with a quirk," he said calmly, as if this was an everyday occurrence.
Katsuki stepped back, still trying to gather himself. He rubbed his eyes and took another look, but the double image remained.
"Okay, okay," he said, his voice tight with confusion. "Both of you, come in." He stepped aside, allowing the two Shoto's to enter. They did so in unison, moving almost as if they were one person split in two, which is basically what's going on.
They were both Shoto, but they had different outfits on.
The one in the hero costume went straight to Katsuki's bed and sat down, while the other in casual clothing followed.
Katsuki followed behind them, running a hand down his face in frustration. This was not what he was expecting for today. He was already living with one Shoto, and now there were two?
He stopped in front of them, his arms folded over his chest. "Okay, what the fuck is going on?" he demanded, his eyes flicking between the two.
The Shoto in casual clothing was the one who spoke first. "It's like I said, I got hit with a quirk."
"But what type of quirk makes this shit happen?" Katsuki asked, his voice rising with irritation.
Shoto sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not entirely sure. It was a new villain, probably experimenting with some weird quirk. They said it's temporary…"
Katsuki's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "Okay so… you're the real one?" He pointed to the Shoto in casual clothes, the one who'd been talking.
Shoto nodded. "And he's me too," he said, gesturing to the other one. "But with a few differences…" He trails off, looking back at Katsuki.
Katsuki tilts his head, his look of confusion now being concerned. 'A few differences?' He glances over at the other man, the other Shoto, the one in the hero costume. He hadn't said a word since entering. He was sitting on the bed, his eyes fixated at Katsuki with a smug look on his face that was almost unsettling.
"What do you mean 'a few differences'?!" he snaps at the real Shoto, his irritation coming back. "And why the fuck is he looking at me like that?!"
Shoto takes a deep breath, his eyes flickering over to the copy. He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Katsuki's patience is wearing thin, his eyebrow twitching as he waits for an explanation. The silence in the room is thick, punctuated only by the faint sound of the TV in the background.
Shoto returns his gaze back to Katsuki, a slight hint of redness in his cheeks that was not present a moment ago. It's a rare sight, one that makes Katsuki's chest tighten just a bit. He knows that look. It's the same one Shoto gets when he's trying to hide something or when he's feeling embarrassed. But what could be so damn embarrassing?
"Remember how I said it's temporary?" Shoto finally speaks up. Katsuki nods, his eyes still bouncing between the two. The copy on the bed continues to stare, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
"Well, there's a condition for him to go away…" Shoto says with a heavy exhale. He glances at the copy, who is still smirking, seemingly enjoying the situation.
The copy stands up from the bed, moving in a way that's eerily similar to Shoto's usual grace. It strides over to Katsuki, the smugness on its face not wavering. Katsuki's eyes widen slightly as it approaches, he takes a step back until his back is up against the wall. he places a hand on the dresser next to him, gripping it tight for support.
The copy stops right in front of him, so close that he's sure it can hear his heart beating like crazy. He feels his face heat up, not knowing how to react or what to do next.
Looking up at the clone, Katsuki can't help but notice how tall Shoto is. It's like he's seeing his friend in a new light. He's always been tall, sure, but not like this. It's unnerving, and the smug expression on the clone's face isn't helping. It's like it knows exactly what he's thinking and is enjoying his discomfort.
Katsuki's eyes dart back to the real Shoto, who's now standing a few feet away, looking uncomfortable. "What condition?" Katsuki asks again, his voice a bit softer this time. He's not sure if he's ready for whatever answer he's about to get.
The clone's smug expression doesn't waver as it leans in closer, its hand coming up to gently cup Katsuki's chin. The gesture feeling so foreign and it sends a shiver down Katsuki's spine.
"Sex," the clone whispers, so faintly that Katsuki isn't even sure if he heard it correctly. But the look in its eyes confirms it.
Katsuki's body tenses, his eyes widening as the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. "What the actual fuck?" he sputters, trying to pull away, but the clone's grip is surprisingly firm. It holds his gaze, the smirk growing into a full blown grin.
But before the clone can say anything else, the real Shoto is on his feet. He strides over and yanks the copy away, separating them. "I didn't agree to this," he says through gritted teeth as he wraps an arm around Katsuki's waist, his voice low and menacing.
The clone stumbles back, seemingly unfazed by the sudden aggression. "It's the only solution," it says, still smiling.
Katsuki's heart is racing, his breaths coming in short gasps. The real Shoto turns to him, his expression now one of concern. "Are you okay?" he asks, reaching out to steady him.
Katsuki nods, his eyes still wide. "Yeah," he murmurs, still trying to process what's happening. He's aware of Shoto's arms around him now, and it feels strange to have him so close.
But the warmth spreading through his body from the contact isn't strange at all. It's a comfort he's grown used to over the months they've been living together. And yet, there's something different about it now. It feels more intense, more... personal. He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He can't let himself get distracted by this.
The clone watches them, its grin unwavering. "You know it's true," it says, taking a step closer. "This is what you want, isn't it?"
Shoto's grip tightens, and Katsuki can feel the heat from his body seep into his own. It's like standing next to a bonfire on a cold winter's night, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He looks up into Shoto's eyes, searching for a hint of the same confusion and arousal he's feeling. But all he sees is determination.
"Not like this," Shoto says, his voice firm. "Not because of some fucked up quirk."
Katsuki averts his gaze from Shoto, now looking at anything but the both of them. Fuck. He can feel his heart racing and his cheeks heating up. It's true that he's had thoughts about Shoto, but he never expected Shoto to have those same thoughts.
The clone chuckles, seemingly unfazed by Shoto's words. "Suit yourself," it says, stepping forward. "But remember, the longer I'm here, the more difficult it will be for me to disappear." It winks, and the smugness on its face turns into something more seductive.
It stands in front of Katsuki, looking down at him with a gaze that feels like it's peeling away layers of his self control. The clone licks its lips, and Katsuki's breath hitches. He doesn't want to admit it, but there's something about this that's turning him on. Something about the way the clone is acting so much like Shoto, yet so differently at the same time.
The copy places its hand on Katsuki's hip, the touch sending a jolt through his body. It slides its hand around to his back, fingers inching closer to the waistband of his pants. Katsuki's eyes widen and he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet. He can't seriously be enjoying this, can he? The clone looks away from Katsuki for a moment, eyes now on Shoto. "I'm you, Shoto. This is what you truly desire."
The real Shoto's eyes narrow, his grip on Katsuki tightening. "Get your hands off him," he growls, taking a step towards the clone. But Katsuki's body betrays him, leaning slightly into the touch despite the fear and confusion.
The clone ignores Shoto's warning, its hand sliding down to the hem of Katsuki's boxers. Katsuki's eyes squeeze shut and he bites down harder, trying not to make a sound. He's not sure what's happening, but he can't deny that the sensation is driving him wild. His cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as the clone's touch lingers.
Shoto's eyes are on fire with anger, but there's something else there too. Something that looks suspiciously like jealousy. "Stop it," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You're not me."
The clone laughs, a sound that's eerily similar to Shoto's own laugh. "But I am," it says, its hand still teasing Katsuki. "I'm everything you wish you could be without your pesky inhibitions."
Katsuki's mind is racing, trying to figure out what to do. He can't let this go on, but he also can't ignore the way his body is responding. He opens his eyes and looks into Shoto's eyes, searching for something to help him understand.
What he sees isn't anger anymore. It's something else entirely. Something that makes his heart race even faster. Shoto's eyes are filled with a hunger that Katsuki has never seen before. It's as if he's seeing a side of his friend that's been hidden away, and it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
The clone's hand continues to move, and Katsuki's body tenses. He knows he needs to say something, do something, but he's frozen. The situation is spiraling out of control, and he's not sure if he wants it to stop. Actually. He doesn't want it to stop.
But then, the real Shoto's hand is there, pressing against his stomach, his voice a soft whisper in his ear. "Katsuki..." He says his name like a prayer, a gentle plea that makes Katsuki's skin tingle. It's a stark contrast to the clone's touch, and Katsuki can't help but lean into it, his breath hitching as he lets out a moan. His head falls back, and the back of his neck brushes against the fabric of Shoto's shirt.
"This has to happen whether you like it or not." It then proceeds to slide its hand down even more, groping Katsuki's ass slightly, causing him to let out another moan. The clone's smirk widens, its eyes glinting with victory. "See?" It says to Shoto, who's now visibly struggling with his own emotions. "He wants it. Why not give it to him?"
But the real Shoto doesn't back down. He steps closer, his body pressing against Katsuki's from behind. "No," he says, his voice firm despite the tremor in it. "This isn't right." His hand moves from Katsuki's stomach to his chin, tilting it up so their eyes meet. The fire in his gaze is unmistakable now. It's not anger anymore, it's something else entirely. Something that makes Katsuki's pulse quicken.
"I want it," Katsuki whispers, unable to resist the temptation. He can feel Shoto's hardness pressing into his back, and it sends a thrill through him that he can't ignore.
Shoto's eyes widen, surprise and something else flickering in their depths. He looks conflicted for a moment, and then, as if he's made a decision, he leans down and captures Katsuki's mouth in a fierce kiss. It's like a storm has hit them, their bodies moving together in a dance that's both familiar and new. The clone's hand falls away, forgotten, as Shoto's arm wraps around Katsuki's waist, pulling him closer.
Katsuki's eyes close as he kisses Shoto back, his hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. This isn't like their usual sparring sessions, where they push each other to be stronger. This is something more, something that's been simmering under the surface for far too long. And as they kiss, Katsuki can feel the last of his resistance crumbling away, giving in to the heat that's been building between them for so long.
But just as they're about to get carried away, the clone's voice breaks through the haze. "Very well," it says, its tone mocking. It reaches out and picks Katsuki up effortlessly, his legs dangling in the air. Katsuki yelps, his eyes snapping open as the clone carries him to the bed, his back hitting the mattress with a soft bounce. The clone doesn't waste any time, gently pulling him into its lap so that he's straddling it, his legs spread slightly apart.
Katsuki's heart is racing as he looks up at Shoto, who's now standing just a few feet away. He can see the desire in his eyes, but also the anger and frustration at being interrupted by the clone. Shoto takes a deep breath, his fists clenched at his sides, before climbing onto the bed himself. He gets in between Katsuki’s thighs, effectively cutting off any escape.
The clone's hands rest on Katsuki's hips, holding him in place, and Katsuki can't help but feel a thrill at the grip. It's not Shoto, but it's so close, and the line between reality and fantasy is blurring fast. "Is this what you want?" It asks, its voice low and seductive.
Shoto's eyes are on fire as he looks down at them, his jaw tight. "Get your hands off him," he says, his voice strained.
But instead of listening, the clone leans back, pulling Katsuki closer so that he's pressed against its chest. Katsuki can feel the thump of its heart, beating fast just like his own. He gasps as Shoto's hands replace the clones on his thighs, his touch sending a bolt of electricity through his body.
Their eyes lock, and for a moment, it's like the world outside their little bubble doesn't exist. It's just them, and the heat that's been building for so long. And then, with a growl, Shoto leans in, capturing Katsuki's mouth again in a bruising kiss. It's like a switch has been flipped, and suddenly all the pent-up tension between them is spilling over.
Katsuki's hands come up to grab at Shoto's shirt, pulling him closer. He can feel the clone's chest rising and falling beneath him, its heart racing just like his own. But he doesn't care. All he can focus on is the heat of Shoto's mouth on his, the way their tongues move together. It's a kiss that's been a long time coming, and it's everything he never knew he needed.
The clone's hands slide up, caressing Katsuki's back, and he arches into the touch, moaning into Shoto's mouth. Shoto's grip tightens, his thumbs tracing circles on Katsuki's skin, sending shivers down his spine. It's like they're in a race, each trying to claim more of him before the other can catch up.
And as they kiss, the clone's hands begin to wander, slipping under Katsuki's shirt to trace the lines of his abs, its thumbs brushing against his nipples. Katsuki gasps, his eyes flying open as he looks down, only to see Shoto watching him with a hungry gaze.
The clone's hands continue to explore, and Katsuki can feel himself getting lost in the sensation. It's like he's being touched by two different people at once, and it's overwhelming in the best way possible. His own hands are tangled in Shoto's hair now, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss.
The clone lifts Katsuki's shirt up with ease, exposing his toned chest to the cool air. Katsuki's breath hitches as he feels the warmth of both Shoto's hands and the clone's on his bare skin. The clone's thumbs trace circles around his nipples, eliciting a low moan from him that vibrates into Shoto's mouth. He can't help but arch into the touch, his body begging for more.
Shoto's eyes are glued to the sight of Katsuki's chest, his pupils dilated with lust. His own hands move to cover the clone's, pressing down slightly to feel the heat of Katsuki's skin underneath. The clone's smirk widens, watching the effect it's having on both of them. It's like a twisted game of cat and mouse, and they're all caught up in it.
Katsuki's hips start to move on their own, seeking friction against Shoto's. He's lost in the sensation of the kiss, the touch of the clone's hands on his chest. The tension in the room is palpable, a live wire just waiting to be snapped.
Shoto breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looks down at Katsuki. "This isn't right," he murmurs again, his voice thick with desire. But the look in his eyes says something else entirely. It says that maybe, just maybe, he's starting to give in.
The clone's hands don't stop moving, now slipping down to Katsuki's waistband. It's a blur of motion, and before he knows it, Katsuki's pants are undone, his erection springing free. He gasps, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and need.
Katsuki looks up at Shoto, his eyes pleading. He doesn't know what he's asking for, but he knows he needs it. And apparently, Shoto understands because his own hand moves to cover Katsuki's, giving it a gentle squeeze.
The clone laughs, a dark sound that sends a shiver down Katsuki's spine. "You can't resist," it says, its voice a purr. "You want this."
But Shoto doesn't let go. If anything, his grip tightens. "I want him," he says, his voice firm. And with that, he leans back down and kisses Katsuki again, his hand sliding down to wrap around his length.
Katsuki's eyes roll back in his head, his body bucking up into Shoto's hand. The sensation is overwhelming, and he can't help but let out a moan that's half pleasure, half relief. This is what he's been dreaming of for so long, and it's happening.
The clone watches them, a smirk its face. But Katsuki doesn't care. He's too busy losing himself in the feeling of Shoto's hand on him, his mouth on his, their bodies moving together.
Their kiss deepens, their tongues dueling as Shoto starts to pump him in a rhythm that has Katsuki's toes curling. He can feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building up. He's never been touched like this before, never felt so desired.
And just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, the clone's hands are on his hips, guiding him closer. And suddenly, it's not just Shoto's hand on him, it's the clone's as well. The sensation is too much, and with a shout, Katsuki comes, his body shuddering with pleasure.
He collapses against the clone's chest, panting and trembling. He can feel the clone's arms around him, holding him tight as if it's claiming victory. But all he cares about is the way Shoto is looking at him, his eyes dark with lust and something else. Something that makes Katsuki's heart race even faster.
The clone smirks, its hand moving down to start pulling Katsuki's pants down. "Look at how cute it is," it says, its voice dripping with malice as it spreads his legs even wider, exposing his most vulnerable spot to Shoto. But before it can touch him there, Shoto's hand is there, grabbing the clone's wrist.
"I'll do it," Shoto growls, his eyes never leaving Katsuki's. The clone's smirk turns into a full blown grin, and it lets go, watching as Shoto takes over. Katsuki's breath hitches as he feels Shoto's warm hand on his thigh, moving closer and closer to his hole.
Shoto's touch is gentle, almost tender, and Katsuki can't believe this is happening. He looks up into Shoto's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all he sees is determination. It's like Shoto is daring the clone to make the first move, and the clone is all too happy to oblige.
But as Shoto's hand moves closer, the clone leans in, its mouth so close to Katsuki's ear that he can feel its hot breath. "You know you want this just as much as he does." it whispers, its voice seductive and alluring. And for a moment, Katsuki does. He wants to feel Shoto inside of him, to know what it's like to be claimed by the person he's been pining for.
Shoto's eyes flicker to the clone, and for a moment, Katsuki sees something in them that makes his stomach drop. It's like Shoto can read his thoughts, can see the desire written all over his face.
Without a word of warning, Shoto's hand leaves his cock and moves down, coating a single finger in the cum that's spilled onto his thighs. Katsuki's breath hitches as he feels the finger press against his hole, the warmth and slickness a stark contrast to the coolness of the air. The clone's grin widens, its eyes gleaming with mischief as it watches the scene unfold.
Shoto's finger breaches him, slipping in easily thanks to the wetness. Katsuki arches his back with a choked moan, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. The sensation is new, a mix of pain and pleasure that's unlike anything he's ever felt before.
At the same time, the clone's hands move back to Katsuki's chest, its thumbs and forefingers pinching his nipples firmly, twisting them slightly. The pain sends a jolt through his body, making him gasp. But it's a good pain, one that makes his cock throb with need.
Shoto's eyes never leave Katsuki's as he adds another finger, the clone watching with a shit eating expression. Katsuki's eyes water, and he bites down on his lower lip to keep from crying out. It's too much, too intense. But he can't deny how good it feels.
The clone's grip tightens on his chest, the pain mixing with the pleasure from Shoto's fingers. Katsuki's body feels like it's on fire, his senses overwhelmed. "I can't…too much." He manages to breathe out. And then, just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, he hears Shoto's voice, low and filled with a need that mirrors his own. "You look so pretty, Katsuki."
The words hit him like a punch to the gut, and suddenly, everything clicks into place. He's never felt more exposed, more vulnerable than he does right now. But in that moment, he also feels more wanted, more desired than he ever has before. And it's that thought that sends him over the edge.
He comes again, his body arching off the bed as pleasure rips through him. The clone's hands hold him steady, its eyes never leaving his face. "See?" it says to Shoto, its voice filled with satisfaction. "This is what you do to him."
But Shoto's eyes are still on Katsuki, his own desire clear in their depths. He leans in, his mouth capturing Katsuki's in a kiss that's desperate and hungry. And as they kiss, Katsuki can feel Shoto's fingers rubbing at his prostate, sending aftershocks of pleasure through him.
The clone's hands move down to Katsuki's hips, holding him still as Shoto's fingers continue to thrust in and out of him. It's a sensation that's both foreign and exhilarating, and he can't help but push back, silently begging for more.
The room is filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet squelch of Shoto's fingers moving inside of him. Katsuki's body feels like it's going to combust, the pressure building with every stroke. He can't believe that this is happening, that Shoto is finally touching him like this.
And then, as if reading his mind, Shoto whispers, "Katsuki," against his mouth, sending shivers down his spine. It's all he needs to hear. With a final moan, he lets go, his body convulsing with pleasure.
Shoto pulls back, panting, and looks down at Katsuki's flushed face, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He takes in the sight of Katsuki's swollen lips, the sweat glistening on his skin, and the way his chest heaves with each breath.
The clone's hand slides up from Katsuki's chest, cupping his face harshly, making him look at it. Tears roll down Katsuki's cheeks, mixing with sweat as his body continues to twitch from the intense pleasure. The clone's eyes are cold and calculating, watching Katsuki's every reaction with a sadistic smile. "You want more, don't you?" it whispers, its voice a seductive taunt.
Katsuki's eyes flicker to Shoto, his chest heaving with desperate need. He mouths the word 'please', his voice too weak to form the actual sound. The clone leans in, licking the shell of his ear before giving it a gentle bite and tug. "You want Shoto to fill you up," it murmurs, the words sending a fresh wave of arousal through Katsuki.
Shoto's control snaps like a rubber band. With a growl, he slides his own pants down, freeing his erection. It's hard and demanding, bobbing slightly with every beat of his racing heart. He can't deny it anymore. He wants this. He wants Katsuki badly.
He grabs Katsuki's thighs and pulls them up, so that they rest on his hips. Katsuki's legs wrap around Shoto instinctively, drawing him closer. The clone's hands move to hold Katsuki's hips steady as Shoto lines himself up, his eyes never leaving Katsuki's. The anticipation is killing them both.
Katsuki can feel the tip of Shoto's cock pressing against his entrance, the heat of it making him shiver. He bites his lip, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. This isn't how he ever imagined it happening, but he can't deny that the thought of it is intoxicating.
With a deep breath, Shoto pushes in, his eyes never leaving Katsuki's. Katsuki's eyes widen and he lets out a sharp gasp, his nails digging into the clone's arms. The pain is intense, but it's quickly overshadowed by the feeling of filled.
The clone's smirk never falters as it watches, its eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "See how much he wants you," it whispers into Katsuki's ear, its breath hot against his skin. "How much he needs this."
Shoto's thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, giving Katsuki's body time to adjust. But as he sinks in deeper, the tempo increases, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside him that has Katsuki's eyes rolling back in his head.
Katsuki's legs tighten around Shoto's waist, his body moving in time with him. The pain has been replaced by something else, something that feels so right it's almost scary.
The clone's hands roam Katsuki's body, tweaking his nipples and ghosting over his abs as Shoto continues to drive into him. The room is filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, the smell of sweat and desire heavy in the air.
But the clone isn't done yet. It slides its own pants down, revealing an erection that matches Shoto's in size and need. Katsuki feels it against his ass, the heat and weight of it making him whimper. "Two?" he asks, his voice shaking. The clone just smirks.
"I have to fuck you too," it says, the words a dark promise. "It's part of the condition."
Shoto's eyes widen in horror, and he glares at the clone. But the clone doesn't seem to care. It's too busy watching Katsuki, watching the way his body responds to the thought of being taken by both of them.
Katsuki's eyes are wide, his breath coming in short gasps. He's never felt so full before, so used. The idea of having two of them inside him at the same time is terrifying, but also incredibly arousing. He can feel himself getting harder, his body betraying his fear.
The clone chuckles, its voice a dark purr. "Look at him, Shoto," it says. "He's begging for it." And it's true. Katsuki's body is arching back, his legs tightening around Shoto's waist, silently begging for more.
"I can't," Katsuki whispers, his voice trembling. But even as he says it, he feels the clone's cock nudging at his hole, the tip slipping in just a little. It's a strange sensation, having two of them inside him, but it's one that's quickly becoming addictive.
Shoto's eyes never leave Katsuki's as he starts to move again, his thrusts matching the clone's rhythm. The clone's hand moves to Katsuki's cock, stroking it in time with their movements. "You can," it whispers, its voice a seductive caress.
Katsuki's eyes roll back in his head, his moans growing louder. He can feel himself stretching around both of them, the pressure building to an almost painful crescendo. But it's not pain. It's something else entirely. Something that makes him want to scream and beg for more
The clone's cock slides in alongside Shoto's, and Katsuki can't help but cry out. It's too much, too full. But the clone's voice is in his ear, soothing him, telling him he can take it. And somehow, he believes it.
Their movements are synchronized now, a dance that's both brutal and beautiful. Katsuki's body is a canvas for their pleasure, and he's lost in the sensation of it all.
Shoto's voice is a constant in his ear, breathing out words of praise that Katsuki doesn't even know he's been craving. "Good," he says, his voice thick with lust. "So good for me, Katsuki." The clone's grip on his cock tightens, and Katsuki feels himself getting closer to the edge again.
The clone's thrusts are deep and slow, deliberate in their claiming of him. He can feel it all the way to his soul, a dark and twisted sense of satisfaction that makes him want to scream. And as Shoto's hips drive into him, his thighs gripped tightly in Shoto's strong hands, Katsuki feels himself letting go, giving in to the desire that's been burning between them for so long.
Shoto's nails dig into his skin, leaving nail imprints on his thighs. Katsuki can't help but moan, his body writhing under the dual onslaught of pleasure. The pain is a reminder of who's in control, but it's the pleasure that's consuming him now.
The clone's cock slides in and out even faster now, feeling Shoto's cock now do the same. Katsuki glances down at his abdomen, seeing a barely noticeable bulge appearing whenever they thrust in. He throws his head back, his body is theirs, and he's never felt more alive. His eyes meet Shoto's, and for a moment, it's like they're the only two people in the room.
The clone's smirk turns into a grin as it watches the passion play out on Katsuki's face. It speeds up its strokes, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing through the room. "You're going to come for us, aren't you?" It asks, its voice a low purr.
Katsuki nods, unable to speak, his throat tight with need. He feels the tension in Shoto's body, the way he's holding back, trying to give him every ounce of pleasure before letting go. And as the clone's cock hits that spot inside of him again, Katsuki feels himself shattering, his orgasm ripping through him like lightning.
He cries out, his body going limp as he rides the waves of pleasure. Shoto's eyes are on him, watching every twitch and spasm, his own need written clearly across his face.
"Cum in me… please, Shoto." Katsuki manages to choke out. It's all he can think of, all he wants. Shoto's eyes blaze with need at the words, and he nods, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
Shoto's breath comes out in harsh pants, his eyes never leaving Katsuki's. "Fuck, Katsuki," he breathes out, his voice a mix of desperation and wonder. He starts to move faster, his hips slapping against Katsuki's ass as he fucks into him with everything he has. The clone's strokes on Katsuki's cock keep time with Shoto's thrusts, each movement pushing him closer to the edge.
Katsuki's body is a live wire, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through him. He can feel his orgasm building again, his body tightening around Shoto's cock. And then, with one final, powerful thrust, Shoto cums, his warmth flooding Katsuki's insides. The clone's grip on Katsuki's cock tightens, and it follows suit, filling him up with its own release.
Katsuki's eyes roll back in his head, his body convulsing with pleasure. He's never felt so complete, so utterly claimed. The sounds of their panting fill the room, their hearts hammering in their chests. For a moment, it's just the two of them, their bodies joined in a way that feels almost primal.
Then, the clone starts to nuzzle into his face, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. Katsuki's eyes fly open, and he sees the smug look on the copy's face, its eyes gleaming with triumph. But before he can react, Shoto's weight shifts, and he feels the real Shoto's arms wrap around him, holding him tightly as he nearly collapses on top of him.
The clone gives a dramatic sigh, pulling out of Katsuki with a wet pop. "Well, I can leave now," it says, its voice filled with a smug satisfaction that makes Katsuki want to punch it. But then it leans in and presses a chilly kiss to Katsuki's cheek. "Thank you for the entertainment," it whispers before it starts to fade away, its body dissolving into nothingness.
Katsuki stares at the spot where it had been, his mind racing. He can't believe what just happened. But before he can even begin to process it, he feels Shoto's warm, calloused hand cup his face and bring it up to meet his own for a gentle kiss. It's a kiss that speaks of comfort and reassurance, of love and need. And in that moment, Katsuki knows that everything has changed between them.
Shoto pulls away, his eyes searching Katsuki's for any hint of regret or pain. He brings up his hand to wipe the tears from Katsuki's face, his touch feather light and soothing. "Are you okay?" he whispers, his voice full of concern.
Katsuki nods, his eyes never leaving Shoto's. "Yeah," he says, his voice hoarse from screaming. "I'm okay." It's not a lie. In fact, he's never felt more okay than he does right now.
Shoto's thumb traces his cheekbone, wiping away the last of the tears. "I love you," he says, the words a soft confession that seems to echo through the room.
Katsuki's heart skips a beat. He reaches up to cup Shoto's face in his hands, his own eyes shining with emotion. "I love you too," he whispers back, the words feeling both heavy and light at the same time.
They kiss again, softer this time, their bodies still joined, their hearts beating in time with each other's. It's a kiss that speaks of a future together, a promise of forever. The passion between them doesn't fade away, instead it simmers, turning into a warm, comforting glow that surrounds them like a blanket.