His Other Half (KiriBaku)

Chapter 24

October 16, XX84
-Katsuki's bedchambers-

        The prince stirred underneath Eijiro's arm, and the redhead pulled him closer to nuzzle into the back of his head. He was warm and content, but there was an urge to keep his hands on his prince, runnings fingers over porcelain skin, palms roaming over the broad hips and thin waist made perfectly for his arms. The tuft of blonde hair and the crook of the smaller man's neck offered comfortable places for Ei to bury his nose, rewarded with the distinct scent of burning maple. He'd forgotten how much he missed Katsuki's smell until it was right there in front of his nose again, and he couldn't get enough of it.

        This marked the second time of late they'd woken up like this, a tangle of limbs and sheets, aching and glowing from the night before. After weeks of teetering on the edge and suckling on skin, the intimacy was refreshing, soft, old and new all at once. The waiting had been necessary, Eijiro knew that, and he'd learned so many new things about the boy he loved during the time they'd spent readjusting to one another. But now he got to hold him, touch him, care for him the way he wanted, the way he missed, made so much sweeter from the bitter years spent apart.

        Katsuki made a noise in his sleep, and Eijiro pressed a kiss against his temple, peering down over his shoulder to grin at his love. Katsuki looked like he'd been attacked. Marks of every color littered his body, pinks and reds blending with greys and blues and purples, mottled browns and yellows peering through where the older ones were trying to heal. Hesitantly, the redhead pressed against over one of the darker marks with the pad of his thumb to see if it hurt. His prince was often far more honest with him when he was asleep.

        But Katsuki didn't move, though he said something that sounded like 'die, crap goblin,' so maybe if it hurt him his brain was far more occupied with the remnants of his exciting dream.

        Just because he wanted to, Eijiro flattened a hand against Katsuki's stomach. He could do things like that now, just because he wanted to, and Katsuki didn't mind. He could lay there beside the most amazing feat of miracle he'd ever known, marveling at how he could touch both sides of the prince's slim frame if he stretched his fingers out enough. Katsuki wasn't small by any standard, just... small-er. Small enough to make Eijiro want to curl into a ball with him and hold him prisoner in his embrace forever.

        As if knowing what Ei was thinking and disagreeing with being a prisoner, Katsuki made a grumpy 'bah' noise and squirmed until he'd managed to roll over, and he thumped his fist against the redhead's chest. Eijiro chuckled at him, wrapping his fingers around the tiny, violent hand and moving his thumb softly over the knuckles. However, this new position gave him a whole new view.

        Katsuki's back was bare of most marks, where Eijiro's stung pleasantly from the blonde trying to steal his hide. If the marks on pale skin proved anything, it was that Ei had gotten him back by stealing a chunk out of his ass. He could still see his teeth marks in the skin, unique points that declared all too well who warmed the prince's bed. Who got to see him whine and writhe and bear his soul to.

        It made Eijiro want to bite him again, just to make the message a little louder. Though honestly, wanting to bite Katsuki was not at all a new feeling, nor one that Katsuki was displeased by.

        Katsuki suddenly groaned. "You look way too smug for it to be dawn," he mumbled drowsily against Ei's chest, rough and scratchy. His throat still sounded a little raw. "The hell did you do, eh?"

        The redhead laughed quietly against his ear, pulling him closer. "Nothing," he promised. "'M just thinking."

        "Must hurt," Kat bit back without hesitation, the conversation waking him up.