Eijirou stares down at Katsuki, bent, sweating, swearing and panting beneath him on the couch. Katsuki's been so grumpy lately, extra snappy at both him and Midoriya. It's definitely got something to do with the two weeks of clashing night/day shifts keeping them apart.
All the hickies and bite marks Eijirou and Katsuki normally have to hide have all vanished, and Katsuki's glare was deadly when Eijirou finally staggered through the door of their apartment a few hours ago.
Eijirou knows Katsuki got off work earlier than him. That they both have two days off before they start a new schedule. They still don't know if it'll match up or if they're bound for another slew of lonely hours in bed, quick kisses, and growled remarks when they pass each other in the few overlapping, exhausted hours they get. He also knows Katsuki's spent the hours between their shifts waiting for him, because the instant he's through the door Katsuki's shoving him into the living room to straddle his thighs, raking his hands through Eijirou's wilted spikes and mauling his neck.
Katsuki grinds one out like that, yanking Eijirou out of his pants and gripping his dick in a dangerously warm hand. Katsuki snarls in his ear, hips rolling while he claws at Eijirou's jacket and shirt.
"Easy, Katsuki, take— wait," he growls finally, gripping Katsuki by the backs of his thighs and flipping him onto his back, pinning him there with a firm hand in the middle of his bare chest.
Katsuki heaves for breath, already struggling to get back on top, take what he wants as fast as he can get it. Katsuki might play at being stoic and nonchalant about sex when he's getting it regularly, but he shows all his cards when he hasn't gotten his dick wet in a couple weeks.
"I'm going to take you apart," Eijirou promises, panting with the effort of keeping Katsuki down.
"Fucker—" Katsuki gasps, grappling with his hardened forearm, sparks popping wildly over Eijirou's skin.
"Do I need to tie you up?" Katsuki's eyes dilate, dark and desperate. They haven't done that in months with the shit schedules they've had.
It would be nice... but then they'd have to migrate to one of their rooms, and battle over whose bed to fuck on for the hundredth time, and by then Izuku might be home, and they'd have to keep it down, which is always a battle with how Katsuki goes off when he's enjoying himself.
Not that it would really matter. Eijirou's pretty sure Katsuki likes the idea of Izuku hearing, even if he puts up a shy ( disgusted, angry) front. Those two have such weird hang-ups about one another, but there's such instinctive, integral space in both their lives' for the other person. They've never outright denied thinking about each other because no one's ever thought to bring it up, because addressing the completely obvious elephant in the room just seemed like a bad idea. Tentative friendships and explosive potential responses, and all.
Anyway — Eijirou has absolutely seen both of them check each other out when they thought no one was looking. Neither of them are at all slick about it. At first it made Eijirou feel a bit awkward, wondering if he was this weird third-wheel phase — but that was swiftly stomped out when he noticed those looks were turned his way almost as much as they stared at each other. They were all playing this weird 'will we, won't we' dance around the idea that they could all, very satisfyingly, fuck, but oh no, that'd just be too simple for Eijirou's idiot boyfriend and roommate. Who hopefully will also be his boyfriend, if Izuku comes home today at the time Eijirou thinks he will.
Eijirou strokes the plush muscle of Katsuki's chest with his thumbs, admiring the light gleam of sweat and the very faint dusting of blond hair on his scarred skin. "Mmm... no. I know how to keep you quiet..."
