Thread by @RinjiAfterDark, TodoBaku where Shouto is trans (mtf) and was too scared to tell [...]

TodoBaku where Shouto is trans (mtf) and was too scared to tell Katsuki, so when they get to the sex, he's eeeextra antsy and nervous.

It's when they get home from a highschool reunion party. They're already viciously kissing before they can make it into their house.

"Fuck I've been waiting for this," Katsuki snarls against Shouto's wet mouth, shoving his tongue in to battle. Shouto has to breathe in short bursts, eyes rolling back and face heating up as his knees nearly give out from under him.

Katsuki has a hold of his collar, so that's probably what's keeping him upright. He grabs hold of the material of Katsuki's puffy jacket sleeves, twisting it in his hands and yanking the blonde inside after the door was unlocked and nudged open with his heel.

They shed their winter outerwear as they travel through the house, messily kissing when they can, until the make it to the bedroom and Shouto's practically tossing Katsuki onto the bed. They've never had sex. They've had aggressive kissing sessions like this before, but-

-Katsuki's been waiting for Shouto to pipe up about it. Shouto remembers him saying once before that he wanted /him/ to be ready. Katsuki would always be. The thought excites and scares Shouto equally.

"Want you to fuck me, halfy, don't hold back," Katsuki demands breathlessly as he props up on his elbows, spreading his knees so Shouto can settle between them. The kissing resumes with hands splayed across bodies.
Shouto tries not to let Katsuki touch him as much down there-

-for fear that he'd notice there's...not much there. He still remembers one session of groping where Katsuki had actually been offended that Shouto "didn't get hard." No, he just didn't have anything to get hard anymore. He'd had the surgery sometime after high school graduation.

So the last time Katsuki saw him naked was in the US locker room, with his dick swinging between his legs.

He should've told him...

The picture of Katsuki rejecting him because he no longer has what he wants haunts his nightmares. Was this unfair? Was it "leading him on"?

"Oi, icyhot," fingers snap in front of his face and he blinks once. "You zonin' out on me? I didn't see you drink any alcohol, so what's the deal?"

"Just thinking about how I want to do this," he hums. Not entirely a lie. His fingers slide to cup Katsuki's crotch, pulling a-

-hiss from the blonde when he squeezes, massaging the hardened bulge over his jeans. "You're excited."

"No shit," Katsuki pants, bangs falling into his eyes as his brow softens from the pleasure. He always looks so sexy like this, when he softens up and starts blushing.

Shouto wishes he could fuck him...he guesses straps are an option, but he's gotta get past admitting he doesn't have a dick first.

Shouto continues to pleasure Katsuki like that over his jeans, buying time. Katsuki wants to fuck. Shouto is...well.
He fingers the blonde's waistband after unbuckling his belt, yanking his pants down and off, before lowering his mouth to suck his boyfriend's dick-

-through the thin fabric of his boxers, dampening the area thoroughly. They've done this, too. Maybe once or twice. Shouto doesn't do it too much because it almost always ends in Katsuki insisting he do the same for Shouto.

He doesn't want to think about how /that/ would go.

"Come on, not this again, let's just /do/ it..." He's not even adding the "if you want to" anymore. He /really/ wants to fuck, then. Shouto feels slightly guilty for making Katsuki wait so long. He wants to have sex, too. He really does...

"Foreplay is a thing," Shouto-

-mumbles sarcastically against Katsuki's twitching dick, before giving and pulling the boxers down enough for the it to pop free, nearly hitting him in the face.

Katsuki groans, head falling back and arms finally slumping so he lays fully on his back, pillow propping him-

-enough to be able to still watch Shouto with hazy eyes.

"You gunna let me suck you after this time," Katsuki sneers. Shouto glances up at him slowly from where he's drawing a wet stripe up Katsuki's length with his tongue.

He commends Katsuki for his patience. But he's dating him, he knows him. He's not normally the patient type, even though he swears he's considerate at the same time.

He chooses to ignore the question in favor of occupying his mouth with a mouthful of dick, taking it all in one go. He wants to smirk at the choked sound he gets from Katsuki when he does, sucking long and hard and feeling the tip leak down the back of his throat.

Warm, trembling fingers thread through his soft hair, rounding up enough strands to grab hold and tug lightly. Shouto groans at the sting along his scalp, making Katsuki groan in turn from the vibrations.
"Dammit...Shouto," Katsuki grinds out, bucking his hips up and choking him

He gags and Katsuki moans. Shouto continues, bobbing his head and flattening his tongue. Katsuki's mumbling little slurs and curses, hands pushing him down and pulling him up in time.

Right when Shouto gets into a good rhythm, he's yanked off with a pop.

"My turn," Katsuki's sitting up, forcing Shouto to do the same.

"Wait-"

"Just, I'll be gentle??" Katsuki's looking at him intensely and with confusion. "Are you afraid I'm gunna chomp your dick off???"

"N-" Shouto's brows furrow. He could laugh if he wasn't so nervous.

"What are you so afraid of? Don't you want to...do it?" Shouto recognizes that look. When Katsuki gets unsure. Unsure of the situation, unsure of /himself/. Despite how prideful he is, Shouto knows Katsuki still has those ugly self esteem issues.

"I," before Shouto can speak, Katsuki is continuing, rustling his hands through his blonde spikes. "I know I can be rough and...mean, sometimes. Most of the time," he grumbles the last part under his breath. "And if that's why you're hesitant, I get it. But I know my boundaries-

-I know where not to step, what not to do, I won't /hurt/ you."

Shouto's eyes widen again. Wait no, that's not what he's worried about. Katsuki's avoiding eye contact right now, looking awkward. "I...I know I'm not very good with this, though-"

"Katsuki, that's not it."

Katsuki looks up sharply, dropping his hands. "Hah?"

Now it's Shouto's turn to fidget where he's sitting on his knees. "It's...something else..."

He can feel Katsuki's eyes narrowing on him. "What is it then?"

"It's not anything bad," Shouto's quick to correct, eyes darting up to make eye contact. God, the last thing he wants Katsuki to think is he's cheating on him or...whatever, now he's making stuff up in his head and making himself sweat more. "Uh..."

Katsuki just watches him. Shouto chews his bottom lip as he struggles to figure out what would be a good structure for the sentence he's about to say. He's gotta say it, right? He's gotta tell him...but /how/??

"Did you injure your dick or something?" Katsuki asks suddenly.

Shouto's words are completely lost on him now.

Katsuki crosses his arms over his chest, looking rather funny like that with his dick still out. "You could've just told me-"

"It's not that either-"

"Well you don't have a micropenis, dumbass, I've already seen your dick!"

Shouto groans as Katsuki throws his hands up. "What else could it possibly be?! Do /you/ want to get fucked? I really don't care, I was planning on switching anyways, you just need to communicate that, though," Katsuki stresses.

Shouto tries and fails a few times to speak after that, opening and closing his mouth. Katsuki's lips are tight as he waits, before he finally loses patience and reaches for Shouto.

The breath is stolen from him as he's pinned back onto the bed. They've switched positions.

"Want me to lead, then?" Katsuki's voice has softened. Shouto's eyes dart back and forth as his heart races faster, /faster/. Maybe this should be how it goes. Let it just be uncovered, literally. A few more seconds pass before he numbly nods.

Katsuki seems to visibly sag in relief, his calloused hands starting their trek across Shouto's body. Fingers pick at buttons, fumble with a belt, peel back clothes. His upper half is exposed first, revealing the blush that's started to travel down his chest.

And then his pants are off. Shouto can feel his heart hammering in his throat, laying there and struggling against the urge to yank his pants back on. /He's so nervous./

"Relax, I have you," Katsuki must've seen him trembling as he leans down to kiss along his neck.

"I'm gunna make you feel amazing, just wait."

Shouto doesn't doubt him. He's preparing himself for those hands to stutter to a stop, instead. For that loving look to change to disgust. His stomach is already turning as he pictures it in his head, feeling like he's going to cry.

He has to squeeze his eyes shut and hold his breath when Katsuki's trail of kisses passes down to the waistband of his boxers, where his fingers finally start to tug it down. He hasn't touched him yet, hasn't groped him like Shouto groped him.

This anticipation was going to literally kill him.

When he feels air on his cunt, his world stops and his head throbs. He feels his boxers lower to halfway down his thighs before Katsuki's hands abruptly stopped. He must've been kissing his skin still up until that point. Shouto's fingers are curled into the sheets at his sides.

He's gripping them like his life depends on it, needing that anchor. He can /feel/ Katsuki's eyes boring right through his crotch. He doesn't want to look, squeezing his eyes tighter, so tight that he starts to get mini headaches behind them.

"Shouto..."

No. Nonono, here it comes.

"Oi, open your eyes. Quit ignoring me."

Fuck...Shouto peeks up at him first, before fully opening his eyes, letting his breath out shakily and looking down at himself. Katsuki's hands are settled on his thighs now.

He hadn't even noticed that his thumbs were rubbing light, small circles against his tense muscles. "You didn't tell me about this."

Shouto feels an apology rush up his throat, getting caught before he can blurt it out. He can't decipher the look on Katsuki's face.

Katsuki's eyes rake back down his body when Shouto doesn't say anything, focusing in between his legs again. There's a short pause that feels like an eternity, where Shouto /really/ just wants to cover his face and /die/, before one of those warm hands starts to move /up/ his-

-thigh. His pulse quickens and he sharply sucks in a breath as Katsuki runs a thumb along his slit, tracing the folds, before running over his clit. Shouto visibly shudders, fingers flexing their hold on the sheets.

"You're wet. I didn't know you could get wet with...this."

He didn't know, either. When the doctor explained, he'd been in awe at how his body worked post-surgery. His doctor still recommended lube for safety, though. Of course.

A finger dipping /into/ him snaps him back to the present, a small moan slipping free from his lips before-

-he could muffle it. When he looks back up at Katsuki's face, he sees a clear expression of interest and curiosity. Those red eyes are watching his finger disappear inside of him. "So tight," his rough voice sounds breathless again. Was this good? Shouto squirms, blushing harder.

"Relax," Katsuki coaxes, slipping a second finger in already. The stretch feels /amazing/. And with someone else's fingers? /Katsuki's/ fingers? Finally. He moans quietly, allowing his muscles to unwind. He wasn't being yelled at. Katsuki wasn't moving away. He was /touching/ him

"That's it, baby," Katsuki's fingers pull apart inside him, rubbing at all the right places. His thumb is pressing right against his clit, applying varying amounts of pleasure that make him /whine./
"Let me hear you," Katsuki continues, adding a third. Shouto does.

His voice comes out moreso now, as Katsuki begins to fuck him on his fingers.
"Were you worried I'd not love you like this?" He asks suddenly, over Shouto's breathless moans. Shouto pulls at the sheets, hips tense as Katsuki thrusts into him quickly, crooking his fingers. He was

He was worried. He was /so/ worried. So so worried. He feels tears well up in his eyes as the pleasure and emotions pile together, layering up and building the unbearable heat in his gut and around Katsuki's fingers. He clenches down when a fourth is added, groaning deeply.

"I love you for who you are, like hell this could change how I feel," Katsuki growls out, the gravelly tone of his voice succeeding in turning Shouto on even more.
"I'm gunna fuck you sweetly, you hear me? Gunna fuck you so goddamn good," he pulls his fingers out suddenly-

-making Shouto whine again and gasp, feeling too empty. This was /good/, this was /acceptance./ By the only person that mattered. He feels the relief wash over him in waves while Katsuki bites at his neck and lubes himself up with a bottle he quickly snatched from the side table.

"You're gunna be crying real nice on my cock, you'll be so overwhelmed." Promises. Hearing how Katsuki spoke during sex was a trip. He was ready to straight up /sob/ on his dick, if it could happen.

"I want that," he manages to gasp out as Katsuki lines up.

Even with him being all riled up, Katsuki pushes in slow. He's careful, gentle.

"You won't break me."

"I didn't think I would. Let me take my time, icyhot."

Shouto lays back with a small smile, squeezing Katsuki's dick as it pushes in further, pulling his own collection of-

-pleasured sounds from the man above him.
Once he bottoms out, both let out a breath, kissing each other as Shouto adjusts.

"Do I need to do anything different," Katsuki ends up asking, unsure.

"No, it's fine."

Red eyes scan his expression hesitantly, before he gives a-

-small nod. "Okay, then I'm gunna move-" hands grab under his knees, lifting Shouto's legs up towards his head, slowly folding him in half and creating an angle that he can feel /deep/.
Katsuki is close again, kissing him while he pulls back, before he's shoving in.

The way his hips snap and his dick glides into him sends a shudder through Shouto's body and a chill up his back, wrangling a cracked moan from between their lips.
His head falls back, Katsuki opting to kiss at his neck now, as his hips slap against his ass, finding his rhythm.

Katsuki is true to his word, making sweet, sweet love to him as if nothing was strange. Not that this was strange, it's just...he wasn't treating him any different than usual. If anything, he was more vigorous with his affection. And Shouto was enjoying every bit of it.

By the time they both cum, with Shouto clamping down on Katsuki and wringing the blonde's orgasm out of him, they're both spent. Katsuki has just enough sense to pull out and flop down next to him, chest heaving

After a while of silence..."That felt really good," Shouto breathes

"Yea? Of course it did," there's that wild smirk, plastered on his face when he looks over, blonde bangs sticking to his forehead and carmine eyes alight with so many emotions. "Told ya so."

"You did. Always following through," Shouto smiles and rolls onto his side, tracing-

-a light hand over Katsuki's chest, letting it rest there. He can feel the other's heart beating like this. "Thank you..."

"For what?"

"For accepting me."

"Tch," an arm slides under his neck and shoulders, pulling his body up and over so he lays chest to chest with Katsuki.

"I'd love you regardless of anything, I already told you that. Don't thank me," he grumbles, the sound vibrating between their bodies. Shouto's chuckle vibrates, as well.

"I love you, too."

Katsuki kisses him after that, and then melts, closing his eyes.

Shouto decides to follow suit, resting his head under the blonde's chin, against his chest, breathing out. In. Then out. He's content. His body feels like it's full of a very fluffy cloud.

Shouto really couldn't ask for much more than this. His personal little heaven, with the brightest angel that existed.

Fin~

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