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Shoto smoothed out the crease in his shirt as he turned slightly, getting a better look at himself in the full-length mirror. It wasn’t his normal choice of outfit, but Katsuki had insisted that he needed something more appropriate for meeting his parents than his normal leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. So, for tonight Shoto was in a charcoal grey role neck that he had tucked into loose fitting black slacks, a pair of smart black shoes poking out from the hem and a matching belt keeping his trousers pulled in at the waist. The muted colours made the red and white of his hair stand out more, made his blue eye pop according to Katsuki and though he would much rather be in his usual comfortable cloths Shoto could admit that he looked rather good if not a little unusual.
Sighing Shoto decided he looked as good as he was going to and that he probably couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. With one final look in the mirror and a final tweak of his hair Shoto turned and headed for the door, pulling it closed behind him as he slipped out into the living room. His shoes clipped against the wood as he made his way across the living room and towards the kitchen, intent on getting himself a glass of water in the hopes to calm his nerves about meeting Katsuki’s parents. He glanced up briefly as he went, his eyes instantly going to Katsuki who was sprawled across the sofa, eyes firmly fixed on his phone as his thumbs moved rapidly across the screen.
He looked good but that wasn’t anything new. Katsuki always looked good. His button up shirt was a deep red, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top couple of buttons left open to show off his collar bone and the two silver chains that hung around his neck. Katsuki wasn’t normally one for jewellery but tonight he had seemed to disregard that and gone all out, his fingers ladened with silver rings and a series of silver and leather bracelets on his wrist. Paired with his black nail varnish, eyeliner and smart black slacks he looked like he had just stepped out of the pages of one of his parents' fashion magazines. The only thing that was missing were a few earrings, but Katsuki had been adamant about not getting them when Shoto had brought it up. Something about getting in the way when he was on duty and Shoto had been forced to shelve that particular idea. At least for a little while anyway.
Sighing Shoto turned back to the kitchen, busying himself with getting his glass of water. It wasn’t that he was nervous about meeting Katsuki’s parents, more like he was nervous about them meeting him. Shoto’s lack of social skills were well documented and though he knew this was an important step in his and Katsuki’s relationship he didn’t really feel the normal panic and nervousness that everyone else seemed to in this kind of situation. Shoto was, well he was Shoto, and nothing was going to change that and that meant he was approaching this with the same aloof detachment he often felt when meeting new people. They would like him, or they wouldn’t. Simple as that and he didn’t think their opinion would change how Katsuki felt about him.
That being said though Shoto also knew that sometimes he could be a little too much, his demeanour often making people uncomfortable in the worse possible way. Especially when he didn’t understand something or missed common social cues. He had a habit of saying the wrong thing or even reacting the wrong way when he had misunderstood or completely missed a nonverbal cue. The last thing he wanted to do was make Katsuki’s parents uncomfortable or offend them but at this point in his life it seemed like something he was doomed to do when meeting people for the first time. At least Katsuki would be there to help smooth the way when he inevitably put his foot in it.
“Oi, half ‘n’ half.” Shoto twisted slightly so he could look over his shoulder at Katsuki. He had turned slightly so he could look over the back of the sofa, his arm slung over the back and causing the material of his shirt to pull tight across his bicep. It was distracting in the best of ways, Shoto to busy imagining the muscles beneath that he almost missed what Katsuki said next. “Come here.” Shoto sighed at Katsuki’s demand, but he still complied, finishing his glass of water and rinsing the glass out before making his way towards the sofa. “Yes Katsuki?” Shoto asked when he came to a stop in front of the other man, so used to Katsuki blunt demands by now that he didn’t even bother to chastise him for it anymore. It was just how Katsuki was and Shoto had accepted that long-a-go.
Katsuki shifted back round so he was looking at Shoto but kept his arm resting on the back of the sofa. He looked the perfect image of controlled confidence, his legs spread wide and making it awfully hard for Shoto to keep his eyes on Katsuki’s own. “Are you sure about that?” Katsuki grunted, gesturing vaguely towards Shoto, the action seeming to encompass all of him. Frowning, Shoto looked down at himself. He couldn’t see anything wrong with what he was wearing. Everything was done up correctly and there were no stains or anything that could cause the blonde to question him. A quick feel at his collar confirmed that the neck was rolled down correctly, and he hadn’t put the top on backwards. Confused about what Katsuki was referring to Shoto tipped his head to the side slightly, his frown growing as he spoke. “Sure, about what?”
“Your outfit, it’s just-“ Katsuki scrunched up his face in disgust, gesturing once more to Shoto like that was answer enough, “-ugh.” Shoto’s eyes widened slightly at Katsuki’s obvious dislike for the outfit. Yes, it was different to what he would normally wear but that had been the point, Katsuki purposely picking it out to make Shoto look like he was making an effort. Not that he wouldn’t have without the blonde’s interface, just he probably would have just picked out skinny jeans and an oversized cardigan over a plain t-shirt. He couldn’t help it, he liked to be comfortable and a big sweater or cardigan that he could sink into was very comfortable.
“You picked these out for me,” Shoto pointed out, like maybe Katsuki had forgotten that in the twenty minutes between the blonde picking the clothes out and Shoto exiting the bedroom. “I know that dumbass,” Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes at Shoto like he had said something stupid. Well, he didn’t think it was a stupid thing to point out considering that Katsuki had somehow gone from liking his choice to hating them enough to actually say something about it. “I just thought they would look better.” Katsuki shrugged half-heartedly and Shoto felt something in him crack a little.
“Oh,” he said quietly, letting his head tip forward slightly so he could look at the floor. Did he really look that bad dressed like that? Yes it was different and Shoto wasn’t wholly comfortable in what he was wearing but he had thought he looked rather good in the muted colours. The top was tight enough to highlight his muscles but not to tight to make it glaringly obvious what he was hiding under the grey cashmere blend and the belt gave the illusion of him having a small waist, the lose material of his slacks giving him an almost hourglass figure. Katsuki had said that he thought Shoto would look hot with it on but clearly, he had been wrong.
Katsuki groaned in frustration loudly, Shoto practically able to hear him rolling his eyes. “Not you idiot, you look fine. More than fine,” Katsuki said mater-of-factly. “It’s just those clothes,” he huffed, Shoto just catching the glint of his rings as Katsuki gestured towards him again. “I think you should take them off.” Shoto’s head snapped up at that, looking at Katsuki like he had gone mad. For his part Katsuki stared back expectantly, a smug smirk just starting to curl at the corner of his lips. No matter what issues Katsuki had with his outfit choices in the past he had never demanded Shoto change, insisting he didn’t have the time or the patience to be dealing with it and the fact that he was asking him to do so now was suspicious at the very least.
“Ok,“ Shoto dragged out slightly, eyeing Katsuki like he was expecting the blonde to suddenly attack him or something. “What should I change into?” Katsuki huffed in amusement as he sank back into the sofa, his legs spreading just a little further apart as he lifted his other arm onto the back of the sofa. “Who said anything about changing, I just said you should take them off,” he smirked.
Shoto blinked dumbly at the other man and the sudden deep and rumbling tone of his voice. He didn’t understand what Katsuki meant. If he took his clothes off and then didn’t put anything else on he would be left as naked as the day he was born. That was not the way he wanted to be introduced to Katsuki’s parents and he highly doubted that anyone else other that Katsuki would appreciate seeing him like that so why he would even suggest it was beyond him.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow, his tongue darting out to drag across his teeth as he gave Shoto a slow once over. It had heat prickling at his skin, that familiar warmth pooling in his gut as a sharp zing of arousal shot down his spine.
Oh.
OH!
So that was what Katsuki was after.
“Now?” Shoto blurted as his mind raced to catch up to what he had just realised was going on. “But don’t we have to…” Katsuki cut off whatever half formed excuse Shoto had been about to give with a low and threatening growl. “Who gives a shit is we’re late for some shitty dinner,” Katsuki snapped, his smirk slipping into a glair that had Shoto biting back any comment he might have said about Katsuki’s parents minding. He looked angry, his black nails digging into the fabric of the sofa and his whole-body tense. Shoto would be a liar if he said this whole look wasn’t doing something for him but was now really the time? They had dinner reservations for an hours' time, and it would take at least twenty minutes to get there from the apartment. Katsuki was anything but quick even when he was trying to be and Shoto really didn’t want his parents first impression of him to be tardiness.
“Now,” Katsuki started, the anger softening slight though his voice remained stern and confident. “Are you going to do what you’re told like a good boy or are you going to be a brat about it?” Shoto sucked in a sharp breath, his throat suddenly feeling dry and fingers tingling in anticipation. He didn’t want to start off on a bad impression, but he had never been able to say no to Katsuki when he got like this and now wasn’t the day that was going to change. Sighing in defeat Shoto tugged at his top, pulling it out from his slacks before he pulled it over his head and let it drop forgotten and unwanted to the floor.
Katsuki was smirking again, those intense red eyes practically burning a trail across Shoto’s now naked chest. “That’s what I thought,” Katsuki gloated. “Now come here and show me just how much of a good boy you are.” Shoto didn’t even hesitate, taking the few short steps towards Katsuki and climbing up onto the sofa to straddle him. Katsuki sank a hand into the loose strands of Shoto’s hair. His rings snagging and pulling slightly. Shoto hissed slightly, tipping his head back to ease the sting but never asking Katsuki to stop. “The things I’m going to do to you princess,” Katsuki mumbled, the dark promise pulling a moan from between Shoto’s parted lips. “Please…” he started breathlessly but whatever he had been about to ask for was swallowed up by Katsuki’s lips pressing hard and demanding against his, his tongue slipping between Shoto’s already parted lips. Shoto sank into it with a moan, his own arms wrapping around Katsuki’s neck and fingers twisting into the short blonde stands at the nape of his neck.
Needless to say they were very late to meeting Katsuki’s parents but Shoto was too blissed out to really care, or to notice the rather large hicky Katsuki had left on the underside of his jaw.