Chapter 2:Breakfast

The next morning, when the sun was about to rise, Shouto walked back to Katsuki and Eijirou’s room. Eijirou was already sleeping in Katsuki’s arms, while Katsuki was absentmindedly stroking his red hair. When Shouto stepped into the room, Katsuki raised his eyes. His gaze met Shouto’s, making Shouto stop in his tracks. After a few moments of eye contact, Katsuki worlessly turned his attention back to his dragon in his arms.

Shouto was trying to make no sound while moving closer to them. He watched Katsuki kiss Eijirou’s hair and get out of bed.

Katsuki left the room without a word.

Eijirou stirred, his arms searching, trying to reach for something among the blankets around him. Shouto took the searching hand.

“Katsuki will be back soon with breakfast.” Shouto knew this much, because this was what had happened each morning since he had arrived at Katsuki's home.

Eijirou hummed and pulled Shouto into the bed. He threw a leg and an arm over Shouto’s body and moved as close as possible. He rested his head on top of Shouto’s chest.

Shouto was unable to prevent a soft smile from appearing on his lips. Eijirou’s closeness, his peaceful breathing warmed him up, his inside and outside. He was happy to see him so comfortable and at ease. How could he ever leave him here? That would be absurd. Every smile Eijirou smiled made Shouto's insides calm and fuzzy at the same time. He would be unwilling to let go of this feeling of belonging. The possibility of seeing Eijirou smile, he wouldn't give up on that.

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It didn’t take long for Katsuki to arrive back with three plates of food. Shouto gently nudged Eijirou awake, feeling bad for disturbing his sleep, but Eijirou needed to eat. Shouto said a quiet thank you as he took the plate Katsuki wordlessly offered to him. This small sign of care made Shouto hope that Katsuki hadn’t really forgotten about him.

Shouto ate in silence, observing the conversation and the tender, absentminded touches between Eijirou and Katsuki. They looked so accustomed to each other. It was weird to see the touches, the glances, the smiles. Shouto averted his eyes and focused on his food instead.

When they finished eating, Katsuki gave a quick kiss to Eijirou, collected the plates, and left the room.

***

Outside, on his way to the kitchen, Denki was still far away when Katsuki noticed him widely grinning at him. "What do you want?" Katsuki asked when he got closer.

Denki put an arm around Katsuki's shoulders ignoring the murderous glare directed at him. "You should talk to Shouto." He started straightforward as ever.

"Talk to Princy? About what?"

"Hanta would have told this to you himself but he was really tired after his patrol last night. He didn't say anything specific. He just told me you should talk to him."

"Why?"

Denki raised his hands in surrender. "I don't know, bro! I'm just the messenger."

"Did something happen during his patrol? Does someone have a problem with him staying here?"

"He didn’t mention any intruders or anything like that. I didn’t hear anything about someone having a problem with him either, and you know I would know about it if someone had..."

"Yeah... Your gossiping is ******* annoying!"

Denki grinned proudly and put his arm back around Katsuki’s shoulder. "People just like talking to me, dude! You terrify most of them."

"It's not my problem that they are cowards! So what's up with Princy then?"

"I think you should ask him."

"If he has a problem he should just tell me." Katsuki brushed Denki’s arm off him and continued his way to the kitchen.

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While enjoying the peace and comfort, Shouto could easily fall asleep with Eijirou wrapped around him and surrounded by soft blankets. It was a safe place and it could make him forget all of his worries. At such times he really felt like he belonged here.

Tender touches. Warmth.

They made his chest lighter.

Smoothing fingers in his hair.

They eased his mind.

Warm breath against his skin.

It made goosebumps run down his skin.

Something wet along his neck.

A brushing touch against his chest down to his stomach.

Shouto turned to his side, his eyes still closed. He moved closer for more warmth.

A body pressed against his chest, limbs wrapping around him. Arms and legs holding him close.

Weight against his hips. His groin. An appreciative humm in his ears.

Soft pressure against his lips, something wet running along them.

Shouto slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was a blur of red in front of him. He slowly recognised it as Eijirou's hair. His brain adapted to his awake state bit by bit and he gently pushed Eijirou away.

The redhead looked at him confused for a moment with his tongue still out, then his lips formed a wide grin. "Oh, you are finally awake, Shouto!" Eijirou happily exclaimed in a dazed voice.

"What are you doing?" Shouto was still half asleep. Was it getting late already? Where was Katsuki?

"Kissing you." Eijirou stated simply and leaned down again.

Shouto's tired brain tried to process that answer with not much success. There was something very wrong with that reply but he couldn't figure out what. The soft lips wandered to his neck then they moved up to his jaw, to his lips. It was kind of weird, but he couldn’t do anything but get lost in that weird feeling. He let his eyes close and let his body feel every bit of this unusual feeling.

Shouto’s uneasiness came back when Eijirou grabbed one of his hands and pulled it, making his fingers brush against something long and hard, then against something soft and wet. Eijirou broke their kiss with an appreciative ****. Shouto startled and automatically pulled his arm back.

Eijirou whined at the loss of touch and reached for Shouto's hand again. "Please!" His tone was begging.

Shouto let Eijirou grab his hand again and move it between his legs. Eijirou was lying on his back, his knees pulled up and spread wide. Shouto’s cheek warmed up at the sight. The wetness was back under Shouto’s touch and with his free arm Eijirou pulled him down to continue kissing.

Eijirou seemed to be lost in his feelings. Was his heat always like this? It didn’t seem to be comfortable. Shouto hoped he could help him in some way, because it was weird to see Eijirou like this, so he let his fingers be led. Up and down along the wet skin, again and again. Eijirou was spread out next to him. Completely *****, his cock standing hard, Shouto's arm repeatedly brushed against it while his fingers moved on Eijirou’s wet skin between his legs. With all the concentration he could master, Eijirou tightened his grip around Shouto’s middle- and index fingers and circled around his rim.

The fingers easily slid inside Eijirou.

Eijirou‘s deep **** broke their kiss, his head tilted back, his back slightly curving. He was sweating, his breathing heavy. Shouto tried to get used to the warm, wet feeling around his fingers. Eijirou was clenching and unclenching around his fingers. It was an unusual feeling. It just made it weirder when Eijirou started to push and pull the fingers in and out of himself, making Eijirou’s inside move against Shouto’s fingers.

Eijirou was panting uncontrollably and didn’t seem to be calming down soon. It really started to worry Shouto. Should he do something else? Something less? Something more?

“Shouto?” Eijirou’s voice sounded so unlike his own. It was raspier, deeper, more uncontrolled. It did things to Shouto and he really didn’t like it. “Please, more!” The desperate plea really concerned Shouto.

There was a growl in answer, and Shouto was shocked to realise that it was his own voice. His demon’s voice.

He needed to get out of here.

But he couldn’t leave Eijirou like this. He was in a bad enough condition right now. Where was Katsuki? Didn’t he notice through their bond that something was up with his mate?

Shouto raised his head to look around, hoping to find a way to help. He had absolutely zero idea what he was looking for.

“Shouto?” Eijirou’s tone was begging and grabbed Shouto’s jaw to bring his focus back to him.

There was a growl in answer again, that seemed to be a satisfying enough answer for Eijirou as he grinned back, his cheeks flushed, his eyes half-lidded.

Shouto was panicking. His demon reacted to Eijirou. It shouldn’t. It shouldn’t react. His demon should be locked and allowed to appear only when he decided so. He needed to get out of here. Away from Eijirou. Away from the possibility for the demon to hurt him. Out! He needed to get out!

Shouto yanked his hand out of Eijirou’s grip and turned towards the door. His heart stopped for a moment, his breath got stuck in his lungs as his gaze met blond hair and a pair of shocked and confused red irises looked directly at him from the doorway.

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