Thread by @Astra_waves

We’re doing day 4 of #BottomKiriWeek2022 for @BottomKiriWeek! Late, of course in true Astra fashion 😅

CW: #BkKr, aftercare, mentioning of impact play, sub space, praise, soft boys doing soft things, NSFW

Eijirou lays on his stomach trying to catch his breath.

He’s floating, kind drifting in and out of thoughts as he rests in his favorite place. Where pleasure and pain mix, it creates a euphoric feeling that can only made with the right combination of tools.

Katsuki edged him down slowly, letting him

reach the bottom of the ocean floor, and truly let /go/, embracing every sensation that hit his body. He tries to recall the night, only getting as far as the paddle before memories become foggy and the fuzziness in his mind returns.

His ass is stuck in the air, littered with purples and reds, mark after mark scattered across his skin. He strokes the sheets beneath him, and he feels the vibration of his throat, and he knows he must be making some sort of pleased sound.

“Mmh,” Eijirou moans.

“-y. Baby. C’mon, I got you.” The voice cuts into Eijirou’s void and he twitches, almost gasping for air as he feels himself being pulled away.

“Hey, hey, hey, shh, shh, don’t worry, you don’t have to leave, I’ll bring you up.” The blond’s voice rings again, softer,

more affectionate. Eijirou feels a hand gently touch his scarred up thigh from hardening and releasing throughout the night. Suddenly his blacked out world becomes light under his eyelids and he realizes he’s being rolled over, before carefully being lifted into

warm, safe arms.

“K’slki,” he slurs, snuggling into Katsuki’s chest, an almost purr rumbling in his throat. Katsuki lets out a light chuckle before tucking him closer, leading him to the bathroom.

He sets Eijirou directly in the tub filled with bubbles.

He’s careful, making sure to lower him slowly, ass flinching from the temperature. Katsuki stands directly behind him, lowering himself along the way and then they’re sitting, Eijirou’s back on Katsuki’s chest.

It’s comfortable, and Eijirou leans into it,

letting it ground him. Katsuki hums behind him, reaching up every so often to let water drip from his fingertips onto his shoulders.

A kiss on his shoulder blade. His hand. His neck. Anything to show Eijirou the love he holds for him.

Minutes go by in silence, enjoying the peace. Eijirou peaks one eye open and welcomes the bathroom into his view, the large tub surrounding him. He shimmies his shoulders into Katsuki and arms circle around him a few seconds later, a kiss by his earlob.

“You with me, Red?”

“Mmh,”

“Not fully verbal yet, that’s okay,” Katsuki mutters to himself. “Can you stand in a few minutes?” I wanna get the ointment for you.”

“Mmhmm.”

They sit for a few moments, the waves of the water soothing them from the rough session. Katsuki knows Eijirou gets

overwhelmed when coming up, and he gives him the space to return when he wants. Of course this means Katsuki gets to take care of his redheaded lover, something that centers him.

It works well, giving them both the time to reflect.

When Eijirou’s ready, he nudged Katsuki

and the blond stands up and offers his hand. He receives 2 taps on his wrist as a signal, and he lets Eijirou walk on his own, even if it’s a slow waddle. He flops his body onto the bed stomach first, Katsuki shuffling behind him with items in hand.

He opens the first

container, and Eijirou closes his eyes, relaxing into the sweet scent of sugared almonds. Katsuki’s hands glide over his ass, slowly rubbing in the lotion into dimples and soon-to-be loving bruises. It stings, but it reminds him of the desire that came along with them,

and his body gets chills at the fact that /Katsuki/ did that to him. He leans into the idea that Katsuki claimed him.

Katsuki smooths his warm hands over sour thighs and tight back muscles, before using his knuckles to work out the knots. Eijirou lets out a low groan.

“Feeling good, Ei?” He receives another moan in reply. When he’s done, he moves onto the ointment to make sure everything heals correctly. Eijirou winces at the sting this product brings, but he knows Katsuki needs this time as much as he does. To make sure he’s taken care of.

A few minutes go by, Eijirou drifting in and out of sleep, and Katsuki taps his shoulder for his attention.

“Sleep clothes or nothing, baby?”

“Mhh,” he manages to groan out. Words are difficult at this stage, and Katsuki huffs a laugh before shifting him over completely

and under the covers. He’s turned around for a moment, until Katsuki’s chest is under his hands and he scrambles to snuggle in closer.

He smells like Apricot, an Eijirou notices that he must have been knocked out for some time for Katsuki to do his own night routine.

Eijirou lays his head on Katsuki’s chest, plush pecs inviting him in. He listens to the soft breathing above him, and a pair of lips kiss his forehead, hand stroking his hair.

“You were perfect today, Ei. So strong, did so good for me.”

Praise flows through his ears, sleep

starting to deep into his consciousness for good. Katsuki gives praise, borderline worships Eijirou for the time they spent together, the time Eijirou /allowed/ them to spent together.

“Baby, you did everything to a ‘t’, I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing. Thank you for

letting me take care of you.” Eijirou knows he referring to now instead of their harder, rougher time before, but Eijirou views it all the same. Katsuki pulls him apart before building him back up again, piece by piece. It’s needed, both the rise and the fall.

Eijirou drifts off, whispers of affection in his hair and fingers lovingly grazing his skin.

This was so soft, I don’t know where this came from 🥺

(Most likely my very sleep deprived brain. Def not edited)

Thanks for reading friends, let me know what you think!

I am awake and a bit less sleepy!

Feel free to check out my day 1 and day 2 prompts as well 😊😊