in shadows (Patreon)

posting this appropriately late at night~

BakuToko is a ship I wanted to draw for a long time so I was glad for this opportunity/inspiration~ trying to have Dark Shadow all over Bakugou yet showing their bodies too turned out to be a challenge, and I ended up liking their pose underneath so much that you get a version without DS too (and a version with a peek of dick for fun)

also a few words that came to me as I was working the sketch:

As Katsuki rolls his hips into Fumikage, a sensation like static crawls up his back, over his shoulders and down his arms. In his peripheral the room goes dark, darker than it already was with the lights off and the curtains drawn almost completely, letting only a sliver of moonlight through.

Dark Shadow's head settles over his like a hood with a low coo that reverberate all along his spine. He doesn't weigh anything yet his presence is heavy. Katsuki wanted him there, despite all of birdface's warnings about his quirk being unpredictable and overwhelming when let out in intimate situations. Katsuki holds Dark Shadow's greatest weakness in the palm of his hands, he has no reason to be afraid.

But now his hands are clenched into fist, any spark suffocated before even being born as the looming shadow presses against his hole.

"Fffuck that's weird,"

Fumikage tilts his head back a notch, it reads like he'd be raising his eyebrows, if he had any, "Do you still want him with us?"

"Y-yeah-" is all he can manage to answer as Dark Shadow pushes deep inside him. No lube, but also no friction. An unnatural feeling of fullness that reaches all the right places. His limbs shake from holding himself above Fumi, who's infuriatingly unflappable for someone who has his cock buried deep in his gut.

Dark Shadow moves, and with him so do the shadows around the room, expanding, pulsating. The shadowy wisps all over him do the same and Katsuki finds himself following that same rythm to fuck into Fumikage.

A warm touch on his cheek coaxes him to open his eyes, which he had not realized he had closed -- it's so dark in the room it makes little difference either way -- fingers trace his jaw, his lower lip. Red meet red, but Fumikage's usually sharp eyes have a haze of pleasure over them, his beak partly open as he breathe heavier. Not for the first time Katsuki wonders if he can feel what his quirk feels. If he too is fucking and being fucked at the same time.

Katsuki turns his head to catch a finger between his teeth.

Fumikage's thighs tighten around his waist, pulling him in.

Dark Shadow engulfs them both.

(he could swear he heard Birdface say something stupid like "let the darkness consume you" as he came)