The warm water from the hose sluiced over Katsuki’s back, rinsing the last of the soap from his chestnut coat. Steam rose between them in the dim stall. Izuku’s hands, still trembling slightly, worked the sponge over the centaur’s powerful equine flank. The silence was different now—thick, charged, but without the sharp edge of their earlier confrontation. It was the quiet of shared aftermath.

Katsuki shifted, his hooves clicking on the wet concrete. He turned, water streaming down the hard planes of his human torso. His crimson eyes tracked over Izuku, who stood there in his soaked work clothes, hair plastered to his forehead. “You’re a mess,” Katsuki said, but the usual bite was gone. His voice was low, almost rough.

“I know,” Izuku whispered. He looked down at himself. His shirt was transparent where it stuck to his skin, his shorts clinging. The evidence of what they’d done in the stable wasn’t just a memory; he could feel the phantom ache between his legs, the tender places on his throat where Katsuki’s hands had been.

Katsuki reached out. Not with a command, but with a slow, deliberate movement. His fingers, calloused and strong, touched Izuku’s jaw, tilting his face up. His thumb brushed over a faint bruise blooming on Izuku’s neck. “I did that.”

It wasn’t a question. Izuku just nodded, his breath catching. The touch wasn’t possessive. It was… assessing. Almost gentle. The contradiction made Izuku’s chest tight.

“Turn around,” Katsuki murmured.

Izuku obeyed, his heart hammering against his ribs. He faced the damp tile wall. He heard the soft splash of Katsuki’s movement, then felt the centaur’s hands on his shoulders, pushing the soaked fabric of his shirt down his arms. The air was cool on his skin. Katsuki’s touch moved lower, peeling the wet shorts and underwear down over Izuku’s hips, letting them fall to the floor with a wet slap.

Izuku stood there, naked and shivering in the steam-filled stall. Exposed. Not just his body—his small chest, the clean-shaven curve of his cunt—but the vulnerability of it. The wanting. He braced his hands against the cool tile.

Katsuki’s breath was warm on the back of his neck. “Look at you.” His hands settled on Izuku’s hips, thumbs stroking the dip of his waist. “All soft and used.”

One hand slid around, palm flattening low on Izuku’s belly. The other stayed on his hip, holding him still. Katsuki’s fingers trailed through the damp mound, then lower, through the slickness that was already gathering there. Izuku gasped, his head dropping forward.

“Still so wet for me,” Katsuki growled, his voice vibrating against Izuku’s spine. “Even after.” He didn’t push inside. He just circled, a slow, maddening pressure against Izuku’s clit, feeling him jump and tremble. “You like being cleaned up? Is that it?”

Izuku couldn’t form words. He pushed back against Katsuki’s hand, a silent plea. The centaur chuckled, a dark, warm sound. Then his fingers slid down, through his own spend and Izuku’s arousal, and finally, slowly, pushed inside.

The stretch was immediate, delicious. Izuku cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles. Katsuki worked his finger deep, curling gently. “Tight,” he muttered, his forehead coming to rest between Izuku’s shoulder blades. “So fucking tight.” His other hand gripped Izuku’s hip hard, holding him steady as he fingered him with a relentless, thorough rhythm. The wet, obscene sound of it filled the stall.

“You think this is enough?” Katsuki growled, his breath hot on Izuku’s neck. Slides a second thick finger inside, the stretch burning in the best way. Izuku’s cry was swallowed by the tile. “You’re clenching down like a fucking vice. How do you expect to take all of me?”

Izuku could only shake his head, his knuckles white where he pressed against the wall. Katsuki’s fingers worked deeper, scissoring, stretching him with a ruthless, thorough rhythm. The wet sound was obscene, echoing in the steamy stall.

“Answer me, Deku.” Katsuki’s free hand came up, tangling in his damp green curls and pulling his head back. “That monster cock you can’t stop thinking about. You think this little cunt is ready for it?”

“N-no,” Izuku gasped, his hips pushing back onto the invading fingers despite his words. “It’s too—ah!—too big.”

“Damn right it is.” Katsuki twisted his wrist, making Izuku sob. “But you want it anyway. You’re dripping all over my hand just thinking about it, aren’t you?” He curled his fingers, rubbing against a spot inside that made Izuku’s legs buckle. “Feel that? That’s where I’m gonna be. Buried so deep you’ll taste me in your throat.”

He withdrew his fingers slowly, then pushed back in with three. The burn was sharp, overwhelming. Izuku screamed, a raw, broken sound. Katsuki held him through it, his body a solid, immovable wall against Izuku’s back. “Breathe,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Just breathe through it. That’s it. Take it.”

He didn’t move for a long moment, letting Izuku adjust to the brutal fullness. Then he began to fuck him with his hand, slow, deep pistons that stole the air from Izuku’s lungs. His other hand slid around, palm grinding against Izuku’s clit with each thrust. “Look at you. My pretty little farmer. All you’re good for is getting your pussy stretched open.”

Izuku was beyond words, reduced to ragged gasps and choked moans. The pleasure was a tight coil in his gut, winding tighter with every filthy syllable from Katsuki’s mouth. The centaur’s touch was everywhere—owning, assessing, claiming.

Suddenly, Katsuki pulled his fingers out entirely. Izuku whimpered at the loss, empty and aching. Before he could protest, Katsuki’s hands were on his hips, turning him around. He sank to his knees on the wet concrete, his crimson eyes level with Izuku’s trembling belly.

“Watch,” Katsuki said, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t look away as he leaned in, his tongue swiping a broad, hot stripe through Izuku’s slickness.

Izuku cried out, his hands flying to Katsuki’s hair. The centaur didn’t tease. He ate with a single-minded intensity, his tongue plunging inside, then lapping at his clit, over and over. The vibration of his growls against Izuku’s sensitive flesh was devastating. Katsuki’s eyes stayed locked on his, watching every twitch, every shattered expression.

“You taste like me,” Katsuki muttered against him, his words muffled and hot. “Like you’re mine.” He sealed his mouth over him, sucking hard.

Izuku’s climax hit him like a seizure, a sharp, blinding snap that arched his back and tore a ragged scream from his throat. His release wasn’t just a pulse; it was a flood, hot and sudden, splashing over Katsuki’s chin and cheeks as the centaur kept his mouth sealed tight against him, drinking him down.

Katsuki didn’t pull back. He growled, the vibration wringing another helpless spasm from Izuku, and kept eating, his tongue driving deep into the fluttering, oversensitive channel. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice wrecked. “Squirt all over me. Mark me.”

Izuku’s legs gave out completely. He would have crumpled if not for Katsuki’s hands, which shot up to grip his thighs, holding him upright against the tile. The centaur didn’t stop. He lapped at him with a relentless, hungry focus, cleaning every drop, his tongue rough and thorough on Izuku’s swollen clit.

“K-Kacchan… too much,” Izuku sobbed, his fingers twisting in the damp blond hair. He was shaking, oversensitive to the point of pain, but the pleasure was a deep, resonant thrum that wouldn’t fade.

Katsuki finally leaned back, his face glistening. He looked utterly debauched, and his crimson eyes burned with a possessive fire. “Tastes like mine,” he said, his voice low and raw. “You understand? Your fucking cunt tastes like my property.”

He stood in one fluid, powerful motion, his hooves solid on the wet floor. His hands didn’t leave Izuku’s body, sliding up to his waist, pulling him close until Izuku’s front was pressed against the damp, hot fur of Katsuki’s equine chest. The centaur’s own arousal was a thick, heavy presence against Izuku’s belly.

“Look at me,” Katsuki commanded, tilting Izuku’s chin up. His thumbs brushed over the fresh tears on Izuku’s cheeks. “You crying ‘cause it felt good, or ‘cause you know how bad you want what comes next?”

Izuku’s breath hitched. He could feel the massive shape of him, hot and rigid, and the thought alone made his spent body clench with a fresh, hollow ache. “Both,” he whispered, the honesty ripped from him.

A slow, sharp grin spread across Katsuki’s face. “Good.” He leaned down, his lips brushing Izuku’s ear. “Then clean me up, owner.”

He guided Izuku’s hand down, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock. The sheer size of it, the heat and the weight, made Izuku’s head spin. The skin was velvet-soft over iron-hard flesh, and a bead of clear fluid welled at the broad tip. Katsuki’s breath was a harsh gust against his neck. “Use your mouth.”

Izuku sank to his knees, the concrete cold and unforgiving. He didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to catch the salty-bitter drop from the slit. He heard Katsuki’s sharp inhale above him. He licked a broad stripe up the prominent vein on the underside, then took the head into his mouth, stretching his lips wide.

“Fuck,” Katsuki hissed, his hands coming to cradle Izuku’s head. He didn’t thrust. He let Izuku work, his hips giving tiny, involuntary jerks as Izuku sucked, his tongue exploring the flared crown. “Yeah. Just like that. Get it wet for you.”

Katsuki’s hands tightened in Izuku’s hair, guiding his mouth down the thick shaft with a low, possessive groan. “That’s it. Swallow it all, Deku.” Izuku obeyed, his throat working around the intrusion, his tongue pressing against the heavy vein. He pulled off with a wet gasp, his own need a dizzying echo, and leaned down to nuzzle the massive, tight sac beneath. He licked a broad stripe, feeling the weight, the heat, the fullness of the centaur’s balls against his cheek.

“Fuck, yeah,” Katsuki rasped, his hips jerking forward. “Suck on ‘em. Show ‘em some attention.”

Izuku took one into his mouth, as much as he could, the skin salty and taut. He suckled gently, then harder, rewarded by a deep, rumbling growl from above. He could feel the sheer potency held there, the promise of what was to come, and it made his own spent cunt clench emptily.

“Enough,” Katsuki snarled, his voice ragged. He hauled Izuku back up by his hair, lining his mouth up with the leaking crown. “Back to work. Open.”

Izuku took him in, deeper this time, relaxing his jaw as the broad head pressed against the back of his throat. He breathed through his nose, his eyes watering.

“That’s my good boy,” Katsuki panted, his control fraying. He didn’t just let Izuku work now. He began to move, shallow thrusts that fucked into the wet heat of Izuku’s mouth. “Take it. Take all of it.”

Izuku moaned around him, the vibration drawing a sharp curse from Katsuki. The pace increased, the thrusts becoming harder, less measured. Katsuki’s hands were fists in his curls, holding him steady as he used his mouth. The sound was obscene—wet, gagging, desperate.

“Look at you,” Katsuki grunted, his breath coming in harsh gusts. “Gagging on it. Tears and spit all over your face. You’re a mess.” He drove in deeper, and Izuku’s body convulsed, his own hands scrabbling against Katsuki’s muscular thighs for purchase. “That’s it. Choke on it. Show me how much you fucking love it.”

The rhythm became brutal, animalistic. Katsuki fucked his throat with a single-minded hunger, his hips pistoning, his cock sliding over Izuku’s tongue and hitting his soft palate with each thrust. Izuku’s world narrowed to the stretch of his lips, the salt-bitter taste, the overwhelming presence of Katsuki claiming every part of him.

“Gonna breed this throat,” Katsuki growled, his voice thick and raw. “Gonna pump my load right down your greedy little gullet. You’ll taste me for days.”

Izuku’s eyes rolled back, his body thrumming with a submissive pleasure so deep it felt like truth. He surrendered completely, letting Katsuki use him, take from him, his own muffled sounds of encouragement lost around the invading flesh.

Katsuki’s movements grew erratic, his thrusts losing their rhythm. “Fuck, Deku—I’m gonna—” His warning was a ragged snarl. He shoved in to the hilt, holding Izuku’s head flush against him as he came, a hot, pulsing flood that filled Izuku’s mouth and overflowed, dripping down his chin.

Izuku swallowed convulsively, drinking him down, his throat working. Katsuki shuddered through the release, his powerful frame trembling. Slowly, he pulled out, his cock sliding free with a slick pop. Izuku collapsed forward, catching himself on his hands, coughing, his breath ragged. Strings of spend connected his lips to Katsuki’s softening length.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the drip of water and Izuku’s harsh breathing. Then a hand, surprisingly gentle, cupped his jaw, tilting his face up. Katsuki’s crimson eyes were dark, his expression unreadable. He used his thumb to wipe a streak of come from Izuku’s chin, then brought it to Izuku’s lips. “Clean,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

Izuku did, his tongue swiping over the calloused pad. The taste was potent, claiming. Katsuki watched him, his gaze tracing the bruises on Izuku’s throat, the tear tracks, the utter wreck of him. The raw, unguarded look was back in his eyes, and for a second, the sneer was gone. He just looked… shaken.

He sank down, his equine legs folding beneath him, bringing him to Izuku’s level on the wet concrete. He didn’t speak. He just pulled Izuku against his damp human chest, one hand cradling the back of his head. His other hand came to rest, palm flat, on the small of Izuku’s back. Holding him. The steam curled around them, and the world was silent, and broken, and theirs.