Thread by @HazelRoses1

#Krbk NSFW, implied Top Katsuki, dry-humping, cumming in pants because @/Duck__Weed is an enabler🥰

Not edited oop

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Eijirou, even though he's massive, likes to sit on his friends' laps. None of them mind except Katsuki, who always yells and pushes him away.

So, Eijirou stops, thinking he doesn't like it, but later Katsuki complains at a party, asking why he no longer tries. Eijirou is more than confused. The problem is that whenever Eijirou plops in his lap, Katsuki gets so hard.

His red-headed rock for brains "not crush" likes to wiggle, too, and every movement is like lightning directly to his dick. Katsuki doesn't want him to feel it and make things awkward, but he /needs/ him sitting on his cock while imagining what he'd look like riding him.

Maybe Katsuki shouldn't have yelled at him about not climbing in his lap, but dammit, he got jealous after seeing how much Eye Bags openly enjoyed it. Stupid purple-haired fuck doesn't deserve Eijirou that close to him.

Still, after Eijirou reminds him that /he/ told him not to "use him like a fucking chair," Katsuki storms away and pretends it never happened. Thankfully, Eijirou doesn't bring it up again.

A week later, Katsuki is up late playing video games in their shared apartment's living room when Eijirou enters, looking like a fucking wet dream in his Pro Hero costume. Red wild hair pulled up into a ponytail, no shirt because he never thinks to wear one.

Well, he did once, but Eijirou likes being shirtless, to Katsuki's eternal horniness. Katsuki tries to focus on his game, gripping the controller tighter to ease his shaky hands.

"Hey, Katsuki!" Eijirou says, his voice chipper. "Game night?"

Katsuki replies with an animalistic grunt, earning a tired sigh from Eijirou. He stares at the T.V., unblinking and trying his damndest to /not look at him again/. He hears Eijirou dropping his things by the door. Suddenly, Katsuki is face-to-face with familiar black pants.

"Oi, what the fuck-!"

Eijirou plucks the controller out of his hands and climbs on top of his thighs. Katsuki is about to combust. His face flushes, and he's unsure what to do with his hands.

"Get off me!" he yells, hating how the last word came out as a squeak.

"No."

No?!

What did he mean no?!

"I-I mean, I will if you want me to!" Eijirou sputters, waving his hands frantically, "but I think you pretend you don't like me in your lap. You, um, get hard."

Katsuki must have steam coming out of his ears.

He has no clue what to say because there's no way Eijirou can't feel his already painfully hard cock. He doesn't have to utter a word because Eijirou rolls his hips forward, snatching him from his wild thoughts.

Katsuki hisses, hands flying to Eijirou's waist—fuck, his thumbs fit in the divots of his Adonis belt perfectly—to halt his movements.

"Ei-Eijirou, wait!" he wheezes, unable to stop himself from chasing the friction. "I'm gonna-!"

"Me, too," Eijirou whispers, wrapping his arms around Katsuki's shoulders. "I-I'm gonna cum."

Katsuki whines, every aggressive bone in his body failing him. He's rushing toward that edge, embarrassment fighting its way up, but knowing that Eijirou is just as lost in their shared pleasure numbs it.

He widens his thighs and grabs onto Eijirou's muscular glutes, using them as leverage to drive him forward. Those goddamn sexy moans falling from Eijirou's lips will haunt every wet dream until the end of his life.

"Katsuki, I, oh God!" Eijirou babbles.

"You feel so amazing - /hah, fuck!/"

Wet warmth spread across Katsuki's crotch as Eijirou sobs his release. Katsuki's fingers dig into the meat of his ass, his thighs burning from how hard he humps upward, and it's not long after he orgasms, pumping his sweats full of cum.

They're a messy, out-of-breath pair, slight chuckling escaping from them.

"So, can I sit in your lap again?" Eijirou asks, leaning back to match gazes.

Katsuki is still floating back to Earth and almost missed the question. He gives him a lopsided grin.

"I'll think about it."