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Izuku’s fingers made quick work of his pants after that, and impatient as he was, Katsuki tried to get the nerd’s off too. He licked his lips in anticipation when he saw that Izuku wasn’t just packing in the muscle department, the bulge in his boxer briefs was huge.
“Like what you see?” Izuku purred and Katsuki’s eyes were glued to his hand that he playfully rubbed himself with through the fabric. “Been touching myself every time we talked …” he admitted and Katsuki groaned.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Izuku chuckled and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“What? I’m pretty sure you did the same thing,” he teased and stripped out of his underwear, removing the last barrier between them. Katsuki’s briefs had found their way onto the floor already. “No need to be ashamed.”
“I’m not fucking ashamed of anything. Tch,” Katsuki complained. There was no damn reason why he wouldn’t admit to it. “Of course I fantasized about you and got off to it. Just that the reality isn’t what I imagined.” Skinny, at best athletic and a moderately sized dick was definitely not even close to what had been hiding under those baggy clothes.
“Oh? Are you disappointed?” The look in Izuku’s eyes was contemplative and Katsuki snorted.
“Hell no.” To demonstrate that he meant it, he pushed Izuku onto the bed and moved between his spread legs. “Or does it look like I am?” Katsuki stroked his own cock a few times and Izuku grinned.
“Nope.” His hand was too small to wrap all the way around Izuku’s dick, so Katsuki had to use both. Initially he’d planned to top, because he’d figured that’s what Izuku probably wanted, but now … He wanted to get dicked down by this monster until he didn’t know his own fucking name anymore.
“You just gonna stare, or?” Izuku asked and Katsuki snorted at his impatience, but bent down to lick a broad stripe from the nerd’s balls to the head. A lovely moan was his reward and he did it again, then swirled his tongue around the head, pressing it into the slit. “Shit, Katsuki …”
He opened his mouth wide and tried to fit as much as he could, the stretch almost a little painful for his jaw. “Easy …” Izuku murmured and carded his hands through Katsuki’s hair. He hummed and Izuku’s cock twitched. “Just … keep your mouth open and hold still for me?”
Katsuki’s eyes widened, but he did as Izuku asked. Slowly the nerd pushed his cock in a little further, then slid it out again. He did this a few times, then Katsuki tapped his thigh and gestured. “Faster?” He held his thumb up. “Okay, but let me know if it’s too much …”
Instead of the thumbs up, Katsuki slapped Izuku’s thigh this time. It wasn’t the first fucking time that someone had fucked his face, so why couldn’t the nerd just get on with it?
Izuku looked at him, one eyebrow raised, then nodded. His pace was significantly faster now and Katsuki moaned around the thick cock in his mouth. When Izuku hit the back of his throat, he sputtered for a moment, but didn’t pull back. “You’re doing so well,” Izuku praised him and Katsuki shivered at the words, paired with the light pulling of his hair.
“Ah, fuck … Look at you, that filthy mouth of yours is taking me in so well …” His thrusts became faster and Katsuki could feel tears gathering in his eyes, then start to stream down his face. His fingers held onto Izuku’s thighs for dear life to withstand the pounding, but then he suddenly withdrew.
“What …?” Katsuki croaked and Izuku chuckled, slightly out of breath.
“I’d rather come in your ass instead of your mouth.” His thumb swiped across Katsuki’s abused lips tenderly, before Izuku turned them so he was on top. “Where’s your lube?”
“Top drawer,” Katsuki murmured and got comfortable, spreading his legs wide for Izuku.
“You really want it bad, hm?” The little taunt made him blush again and Katsuki hated that Izuku had this kind of effect on him, but loved it at the same time.
“Can you fucking blame me?” He watched Izuku click open the tube and spread some of the clear liquid on his thick fingers. “It’s been months … Plus a week of thinking about you.”
“Try a year,” Izuku mumbled and Katsuki’s eyes widened. Was the nerd trying to tell him he hadn’t fucked anyone in a freaking year?
“Are you kidding me?” he blurted out and Izuku chuckled, shaking his head.
“I wish I was.” His hands gently parted Katsuki’s legs a little more, so he could kneel between them, then one of Izuku’s fingers circled his hole, spreading lube there before he slowly pushed it in.
“Fuck …” Katsuki gasped and tried to relax. “How … how are you not impatient then?” Izuku pressed the finger in deep, moving it in and out a few times before he added a second one, stretching him.
“I want to take my time with you and savor this,” he admitted and Katsuki felt oddly touched by that. Yes, he was horny, but the feelings he had for Izuku amplified everything tenfold. When Izuku’s fingers brushed his prostate, Katsuki cursed and bucked off the bed.
“Shit … S-Stop being cute nerd and … ah … fuck me already.” The fingers vanished and Izuku bent down to him, whispering into his ear.
“How do you want it?” The warm breath against his sweaty skin made him shiver and Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s face so he could kiss him.
“I want you to fuck me. Split me open on your cock and keep that fucking promise of making me yours.” Their eyes met, the moment so intense that Katsuki held his breath.
“Hold your legs for me, Katsuki …” Izuku growled and Katsuki spread himself wide open, feeling incredibly exposed. “Just like that …”
Izuku guided his cock to Katsuki’s hole and he could feel the head press against it, anticipation almost driving him crazy. Just as he was opening his mouth to say something, Izuku pushed in and all Katsuki could do was moan helplessly. “Fuuuuck …”
When Izuku bottomed out, he stayed still for a moment, giving Katsuki time to adjust to the stretch. His hole clenched around the thick cock and he felt so full it was overwhelming. Izuku kissed him tenderly, his hands pushing into the bed next to Katsuki’s head for support.
“Are you okay?” he asked, gently running his nose along Katsuki’s in a caress.
“Hmm, I’m fine … You can move now.” This time Izuku didn’t hesitate or asked again, just pulled out of him nearly all the way before he slammed back in. The shout that was ripped out of Katsuki’s throat was almost embarrassing, but holy shit.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll still remember it for days,” Izuku growled and Katsuki couldn’t do anything but take it. The headboard of his bed was slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust and it’d be a lie if he said he didn’t fucking love every second of it.
“Shit, Izuku,” Katsuki moaned and felt his hands starting to slip. Apparently Izuku noticed, because he hooked Katsuki’s legs over his shoulders, nearly bending him in half.
“You’re always so confident and sexy,” he panted, punctuating each word with a particularly hard thrust, “but you’re so cute when you’re like this, gasping and moaning under me …” The smirk on Izuku’s face made Katsuki want to hide, but he couldn’t. “I love all kinds of Kacchan though.”
“Don’t fuckin’ … say shit like that,” Katsuki groaned and Izuku chuckled. “‘s embarrassing.”
“Why? It’s not like anyone else can see you like this … only me. You’re mine now, Katsuki.” And fuck, he wanted to be Izuku’s, so badly. He grabbed handfuls of green curls and pulled, pressed his mouth to Izuku’s, demanding a kiss. Their tongues met and they were panting into each other’s mouths, while Izuku still kept up the almost brutal pace.
“I’m … yours,” he whispered and Izuku groaned, pretty much devouring him. This was the most intense sex Katsuki’d ever had and he knew that he was ruined for anyone else. All he wanted was Izuku. He wanted to smell, taste, breathe the other man in, never let him go again.
“Damn right.” Izuku’s hips started to stutter a little and he wrapped a hand around Katsuki’s cock, stroking him roughly. That’s what finally pushed him over the edge and he came on both of their stomachs, moaning loudly.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Izuku whispered reverently and kept fucking him. Katsuki felt his hole clench around Izuku's cock, each thrust making him writhe from overstimulation.
“Izuku …” he panted and Izuku peppered his face with kisses.
“Almost there, just a little more …” At this point Katsuki just held on for dear life, completely wrecked. He felt Izuku stiffen above him, then hot come filled him up and dragged another moan out of him.
Izuku collapsed next to him and pulled Katsuki close, gently cradling him in his arms. He peppered sweet kisses onto his face and pushed sweaty strands of hair back. “Are you okay?”
Katsuki nodded and hugged Izuku back, enjoying the closeness. “Yeah, I’m fine, just … sensitive.” The other man hummed quietly and let his hands wander over Katsuki’s back and shoulders.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered and tried to get up, but Katsuki wouldn’t let him, grumbling his displeasure. Izuku chuckled and lightly tickled his sides, which made Katsuki jolt. “We can cuddle all you want, but let me clean you up first, yeah?”
He was a little more forceful this time and managed to escape Katsuki, who watched Izuku leave with narrowed eyes. Now that he finally had the nerd where he wanted him, he was wholly unwilling to let him go anywhere. Luckily Izuku returned shortly after with a washcloth and Katsuki let him do the clean up.
“I brought water too, drink,” Izuku demanded and Katsuki chugged the glass in one go, because he was parched.
“Thanks,” he mumbled and made grabby arms at the nerd, who grinned and joined him back in bed. “Don’t leave again.” Katsuki knew his voice sounded a little unsure and obviously Izuku had noticed it too.
“I won’t, promise. Not now and … not ever, if that’s what you want.” His eyes were sincere, a small smile lifting the corners of his mouth, and Katsuki couldn’t look away, wanted to see Izuku all day every day.
“Listen, I’m not … good with this whole feelings thing,” he began and hid his face in the crook of Izuku’s neck, “but I do have them for you.” It wasn’t the best love confession and Katsuki felt like an idiot, but it seemed to be enough for Izuku, who kissed him gently.
“That’s okay, Kacchan. I have them for you too.” His voice was a little teasing and Katsuki pouted at that, pinching Izuku’s side, who squeaked.
“Don’t make fun of me nerd,” he grumbled, but happily cuddled into Izuku’s arms when he tightened his hold.
“I wouldn’t dare,” was the murmured reply, before a yawn interrupted him. Katsuki looked up at Izuku and wondered if he should ask or not. Ah fuck it, not like he had anything to lose.
“Are you staying the night?” Izuku’s fingers carded through his hair and Katsuki leaned into the touch.
“Do you want me to?” Answering a question with another question was fucking stupid.
“What the hell do you think?” he growled and pinched Izuku again.
“Okay, okay! Yes, I’m staying the night. And for breakfast … and dinner … and everything else?” Katsuki smirked.
“You fucking better, nerd.”
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Katsuki was polishing some glasses and fielding intrusive questions from Denki about the hickey on his neck, when Izuku entered the bar. Immediately his gaze was drawn to him, his face lighting up.
“Oh dude, you’re whipped,” Denki whispered into his ear and smirked. Katsuki flipped him off and smiled at his boyfriend, who was crossing the room towards them.
“Hey babe,” Izuku greeted him, leaning over the bar to give Katsuki a kiss hello. Denki whistled and Katsuki shoved him away.
“Hey nerd,” he replied and Izuku winked. “Took you fucking long enough.”
“Ah sorry, my publisher called and I couldn’t get rid of him.” He smiled sheepishly, but Katsuki wasn’t really annoyed, just fucking happy to finally see him.
“‘s fine, you came in time to rescue me from this moron here.” Denki pouted and crossed his arms, stalking over to Soy Sauce who had watched the little scene with a huge grin.
“What can I get you?” Katsuki asked, smiling. Izuku chuckled.
“Something strong, I definitely need it.” Again Katsuki placed a whiskey in front of him, chuckling at the memory. It felt like the day they had met was ages ago, when in reality only a few weeks had passed.
A larger group of people entered the bar, momentarily commanding Katsuki’s attention and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. In waltzed Baldy and Candy Cane, arm in arm with silly smiles on their faces. Well, well … Shouto nodded at him as they walked to one of the corner booths.
“Hey …” His gaze snapped back to Izuku, who leaned forward and Katsuki was only too happy to oblige and kiss him. In the background he could hear cheers and a “Go get him tiger!” from Baldy. Katsuki smirked when they parted, but the annoyed clearing of a throat had him sigh.
“Bakugou, this kind of public display is unprofessional,” Midnight bitched at him and damn, how bad he just wanted to tell the bitch to go fuck herself. Then she turned to Izuku. “I must ask you to leave.”
Wait, what? She was kicking Izuku out, just because they had kissed? What the actual fuck? Okay, that was the last damn straw. Katsuki knew it was reckless, but this had been a long time coming.
“If he goes, so do I,” he told his boss and her eyebrow rose, as she was clearly mocking him.
“Oh, really? You’d leave a well paying job because of this? I don’t believe you.” Katsuki snorted.
“You better, because I’m done with this shit hole, you bitch. I’m tired of being treated like a slave. I fucking quit.” He took off his apron and threw it in her face, then hopped over the bar and landed next to Izuku.
Midnight stared at him like she’d seen a ghost, while everyone else was cheering him on. Izuku looked absolutely stunned, but took his hand when Katsuki reached out. “Let’s fucking go.”
Together they walked out of the bar and it was a huge relief, somehow. Izuku stopped them halfway down the street and Katsuki looked at him, confused. “Why’d you stop?”
“Do you have any idea …” Suddenly he was cornered against the wall behind him, “how sexy you looked just now? Telling her off like that?” With a groan Izuku claimed his mouth and Katsuki’s hands fisted into his shirt, while they kissed each other passionately.
“Judging by that, probably very …” he panted and Izuku chuckled.
“Let’s go home and I’ll show you.” Katsuki didn’t think he’d ever walked the way to his apartment this fast.