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Katsuki grinned, letting his back scratch at the rough surface of one of the walls on the edge of the pool as he leaned back on it, tracking Deku who was mimicking his position on the opposite end. Katsuki eyed the dark wet bangs plastered onto the nerd's forehead, tracing at the pattern of the blue waves reflecting off Deku's skin slightly, highlighting the stupid freckles on his face that he loved so much. Deku's eyes seem to glow brighter against the bluish hue of the water as he stared right back at Katsuki, distractedly licking off a water drop that hit the corner of his lips with his tongue before flashing the blond an exhilarated grin. Fuck, he bet the asshole didn't even realize how much he was tempting Katsuki, lookin' like a goddamn supermodel without even trying- what the hell. They must’ve been playing around for what? An hour now? Fuck, if he knows. Somehow, tackling each other back into the water has led them here- watching the other for any sudden movements as they panted for air on their ends of the pool.
“You know,” He started, breaking the heavy silence, causing Deku to tense up slightly and Katsuki could feel the smirk pulling on his lips at the motion. “We still gotta get food, or we’re gonna starve tonight.”
Deku narrowed his eyes in distrust before tilting his head in thought. “I am hungry,” he replied, pushing off the wall but still watching the other cautiously. “And my fingers are all pruned and ugly now.”
Katsuki snorted, pushing off the wall as well, turning to begin kicking his way back to the stairs leading out of the pool. “Then let’s go, nerd. I’m done with the shitty chlorine stink.”
When he didn’t hear a reply, Katsuki looked back towards Deku, who was now roughly a metre away from him and quirked an eyebrow at the apprehensive look in his eyes. “You coming?”
Another moment passed with the man staring at him suspiciously before Deku finally shook his head and shrugged, turning around to grab the ledge behind him to hoist himself out of the pool. Katsuki grinned at the action. Gotcha.
Without another thought, he quickly closed the distance between them and grabbed Deku by the waist before pulling him back down into the water. Deku let out a squawk that almost had Katsuki accidentally loosening his grip because of the ridiculous sound. But he managed to stifle his laughter and pin his boyfriend to the wall, pressing his front against Deku’s back to keep him trapped, even though both of them knew Deku could easily break out of it if he truly wanted to. Judging by the redness creeping up the back of the man’s neck, Katsuki knew that was the last thing Deku wanted to do.
“K-Kacchan?!”
Katsuki grinned, feeling empowered in this newfound position, he leaned over even further, brushing his lips right by Deku’s ear. “I win,” he whispered, feeling his heart race when the man shivered against him. Fuck.
Deku let out a breathless laugh at that. “What exactly is it that you won?” He teased, his breath hitching slightly as Katsuki kissed down his neck.
“Hmm, I think you know,” Katsuki hummed into his skin, before letting one of his hands drift down to cup Deku’s half-hard cock through his pants, smiling at how eager he was. “Oh, you definitely know.”
Deku groaned, moving his hips to grind into his hand, and Katsuki had to bite back his own groan as the action caused Deku’s ass to rub against his own clothed member. “You’re embarrassing,” Deku murmured in response, tilting his head back a bit, encouraging Katsuki to kiss around his collarbone.
“Says the one who’s already hard from a little friction.”
He felt the man freeze in his arms before Katsuki found his back immediately being slammed into the same wall Deku once was. He let out a huff of air at the impact, almost keeling over at the hand suddenly squeezing his hard length through his underwear. “Says you.”
Katsuki glared at the smug look on Deku’s face, licking his lips tauntingly and smirking on the inside when the nerd’s eyes darted down at the motion. “Fuckin’ Hell, damn nerd,” he wheezed slightly when Deku began moving his hand up and down with purpose.
Those eyes glanced back up to meet his once again, and Katsuki almost cursed when they flashed a brighter green, a sign of One for All coursing through his veins that Katsuki’s certain the nerd wasn’t even aware of activating. Deku teasingly raised an eyebrow, and if that isn’t the hottest thing Katsuki’s ever seen- fuck. “What? Afraid you’ll blow your load this soon?” Deku taunted with a devilish smile, leaning forward as he spoke.
Katsuki grinned, letting out a crazed laugh. Fuck, I love him. Now, if only he could say it.
Deku’s eyes widened at the sound, One for all fading away as he momentarily faltered in his grip, probably wondering if he broke his boyfriend or some shit. Fuck, maybe he did. That would explain why the fuck he's so gone for this little shit. But honestly, who knows? The only thing he’s certain of right now was that he was going to kiss this motherfucker and fuck that stupidly attractive smile off Deku’s face.
Mind made up, he took advantage of Deku’s surprise to dive forward, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it closer into a bruising kiss. Fucking finally, he thought, hugging the nerd closer by the waist. Tilting his head, Katsuki licked along Deku’s bottom lip before biting it, relishing in the gasp from the other man at the motion. He felt Deku smiling against his lips as he brought both arms to rest at Katsuki’s shoulders, before biting his lips in return. Katsuki groaned, opening his mouth to let Deku in as he ran his hands down the man’s sides, letting out a snarl at the lack of skin meeting his hands.
“Fuck. Why are you still wearing clothes?” Katsuki asked, pulling back to scowl at the offending articles of clothing that were still on Deku’s frame for some fucking reason.
Deku pulled back as well, meeting Katsuki’s glare with a deadpan expression. “Are you serious?” When he raised an eyebrow in return, Deku let out an incredulous huff. “You pushed me into the pool, Kacchan!”
“Tch, and you couldn’t manage to remove your clothes before falling in?”
Deku just gaped at him in disbelief. “I-”
“Who’s there?!”
Both men froze at the booming voice coming from a corner of the room. Katsuki cursed when he spotted the slightest bit of light coming from the source. His gaze snapped back to catch Deku already watching him with wide eyes, and Katsuki already knew what they were both thinking. They both completely forgot about security.
“Hello?! Is anyone there? You’re not supposed to be here!”
That finally snapped both of them out of their stupor. Deku immediately kicked back to give Katsuki some room as they both hoisted themselves out of the pool and out of the stream of light that flashed the spot they were just in a second ago.
“Shit,” Katsuki hissed when his foot slipped, almost falling right back into the pool if it wasn’t for the sturdy grip on his arm. He glanced at Deku to his side who quickly bent down to grab their stuff, a sight he would’ve taken a moment to appreciate if it wasn’t for the flashlight-wielding bastard who was right on their asses.
“Fuckin’ teenagers- Oi! This pool is locked for a reason! Show yourselves!” The security guard yelled once more, sounding a bit closer but thankfully hasn’t managed to locate them with his handy dandy flashlight yet. Thank fuck.
“Kacchan!”
Katsuki turned at the whisper while holding both of their shoes in his arms, to see Deku’s eyebrows furrowed in distress, his own arms full with Katsuki’s clothes. The other man’s expression briefly reminded Kastuki of the time when they were four, the day when both of them went to catch bugs and were almost caught trespassing into the forest by the police instead. What asshole would call the cops on a couple of toddlers sneaking into the woods instead of minding their own damn business, anyway? Fuckin’ Hell, at least they weren’t going in to smoke weed or some shit like those fucking teenagers. Either way, Katsuki and Deku had to do a bunch of hiding that day before escaping back to the latter’s apartment, only ‘cause it was closer. And they managed to do that without getting caught! Not even their parents knew what the hell they were doing; illegally trespassing into the forest which, in hindsight, might not have been a very heroic thing to mention. But fuck it- no one’s gotta know.
And Katsuki’s not about to let them get caught by this security guard either. Not fucking today, asshole.
With that, Katsuki turned to Deku with his trademark grin he tends to wear on battlegrounds. Well, this moment will be an exception. “Run.”
That was all Deku needed to steel himself with a nod, before taking off towards the entrance with Katsuki right on his heels.
“Oi! Don’t think you can suddenly escape, brats!” Thankfully, this time the yell sounded farther away which had Katsuki grinning wider in triumph.
Katsuki tracked Deku’s back as they sped up towards the elevators, letting out a slightly maniacal laugh. He bet they looked completely ridiculous- both of them dripping pool water into the carpets as they ran through the empty lobby of the hotel, barefoot and all. Hell, at least Deku still had clothes on even if they were soaking wet- Katsuki’s still in his goddamn underwear which was also fucking soaked and sticking to him so he might as well be running naked.
Deku reached the elevators first, punching the button to call for one and Katsuki caught up not even a second later. Luckily, there was an elevator already waiting on this floor and as the doors opened, Katsuki didn’t waste a second shoving Deku in before running in himself. Pressing insistently at the close button, Katsuki let out a sigh as the doors closed right when the silhouette of the security showed up on the pool room entrance. Slow fucker.
Katsuki let out a hysterical laugh, lifting his hands to flip off the closed elevator doors once he dropped the shoes he was carrying onto the floor. “Hah! You fuckin’ see that, nerd? Of-fucking-course, asshole wouldn’t have been able to catch us. Ha! What a fuckin’ idiot!”
“Uh, K-Kacchan.”
“Shit, and you looked fuckin’ worried that we’d be caught! What’d I fuckin’ say about ever doubting me, nerd? What did I-” Katsuki faltered when he turned to gloat at Deku only to see the man staring at- “Fuck.”
There, situated right at the corner of the ceiling, reining a perfect view of the entire elevator, was a camera. A security camera. But if there was a camera in here...then that means the entire hotel must have-
“Oh my god.”
Katsuki snapped his attention from the camera to Deku, who had his back turned to him and felt his eyes widen when he saw his shoulders trembling. Double fuck.
“Hey, Deku- shit,” Katsuki winced at his own fuckery, reaching out to place a hand on one of Deku’s shoulders as he ran the other hand through his own hair in frustration. “Shit, ‘Zuku, babe- fuck, It’ll be fine, okay? Tomorrow, first thing we can go and fuck- I guess, apologize to the asshole and psycho chick and make them take down that footage, alright? I promise that shit won’t get out there. I-”
Katsuki stopped with a frown at the snort from the other man before turning him around to face him, only to see Deku trying and failing to hold back his laughter. Once his eyes met Katsuki’s bewildered expression though, there was no holding back. Deku grabbed his stomach, bending at the waist as he cried out, laughing.
“Oi, Deku- fuckin’ knock it off, asshole,” Katsuki ended with a chuckle despite trying to seem annoyed at the man fucking laughing at him. “Deku-”
Just then, Deku let out the most bizarre fuckin’ noise that sounded halfway between a squawk and a hyena, which immediately had Katsuki now doubling over, joining Deku in his maniacal laughter.
“Ha! What the fuck was that- pffft-”
Now here they were, two grown men, giggling like fucking school girls in an elevator- still in wet clothes, he’d like to add. Catching his breath first, he spotted Deku trying to fight through the last of his chuckles as he began to take in his surroundings. Katsuki leaned back on the railings built into the elevator walls, closing his eyes and smiling like a goddamn loser.
“Um, Kacchan?”
“Hmm, what?”
“We’re still on the ground floor.”
A moment passed where Katsuki had to register those words into his head before finally snapped his eyes open to see Deku, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile. Katsuki shifted his gaze before throwing his head back with a groan when he saw that none of the floor buttons were pressed.
“Are you fucking kidding me.”
Deku giggled a bit, reaching over to press the button with the number ‘8.’ “At least, this means the security guard completely gave up on chasing us now.”
“No shit,” Katsuki snorted, tilting his gaze up to watch the numbers increase as the elevator finally began to move. His eyes drifted over towards Deku when he heard him let out a sigh, only to find him mimicking Katsuki’s position on the other side of the elevator. He let his attention drop from Deku’s closed eyes to the repeated rise and fall of his chest as the man breathed, a serene expression on his flushed face.
“So you’re not mad?” Katsuki asked although he was kinda distracted with the way Deku’s wet sweater was sticking to his body all in the right places.
“I’m more cold than anything,” Deku hummed, eyes still closed and unaware of Katsuki's hungry gaze raking over his form.
Katsuki smirked, pushing himself off the wall and making his way to his man. He wasted no time caging Deku in, arms propped up on the wall on either side of his head, and pressing his front against his. Katsuki grinned when Deku’s eyes fluttered open at the touch, gracing the blond with those familiar emeralds.
“I can think of a way to warm you up,” he muttered, slipping a leg in between Deku’s, the heat beginning to pool up in his lower abdomen at the feeling of his bulge against Katsuki’s thigh. Deku bit his lip, eyes scrunching up in pleasure as Katsuki grinded his thigh and the blond felt a rush of pride, knowing that he was the one to make Deku feel so good. Katsuki swallowed, bringing his lips closer to the nerd’s, pausing right before they could touch.
“Well…?” He breathed, bringing his gaze from Deku’s lips to his eyes only to find him staring right back just as hungry. Fuck.
Right then, the elevator doors opened with ‘ding,’ startling the two, causing him to jump back a bit. Katsuki scowled at the stupid cockblocking elevator and flipped it off, smirking slightly at the resulting snort from beside him. Grabbing the shoes in his arms once again with a sigh- why the fuck did he drop them again? Makin’ a goddamn mess- Katsuki paused when a hand wrapped around his bicep and turned to see Deku watching him, eyes glazed over with lust. “Wanna pick this up back in our room?”
And that’s how both men found themselves sprinting down the corridor towards their room, snickering like the eloquent pro-heroes they are. Reaching the door with the numbers ‘8-0-3’ printed on it first, Katsuki made sure to allocate ample time to brag about his win to Deku before digging in his slightly dry jeans in the other man’s arms to fish out the key card. Deku just panted slightly, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head with a petulant huff. Katsuki grinned as the action caused Deku's now slightly damp curls to bounce wildly in place, and quickly gave in to the urge to ruffle it with his hand before the nerd could stop him.
Ignoring Deku's pointed look as he tried (and failed) to fix his hair, Katsuki aggressively swiped the card in the keypad before throwing open the door the second it unlocked, having half the mind to catch it before it hit the wall and woke up the neighbours. Closing and locking the door once they both got in, Katsuki turned around to the sight of Deku looking around the room in wonder.
“Woah, it’s not that bad for a random hotel!” He exclaimed and Katsuki couldn’t help but agree. For being the only hotel in this town, their room was pretty sweet. In fact, it came with a small kitchen closer to the entrance which led out to a cozy living room. To the right of the entrance was a little corridor that led to their shared bedroom and bathroom. Katsuki got an opportunity to see it first when he dropped their luggage in here, but it wasn’t like he took his time to explore. Not like he was planning on doing it right now either, since he had other plans in mind.
Said plan was still gawking at the furniture, peeking his head through the entryway of the kitchen before turning to Katsuki with a gasp. “It has a kitchen, Kacchan!”
Katsuki snorted at the man’s childlike enthusiasm he never grew out of- and hopefully never will, before walking up behind Deku and wrapping his arms around the other’s waist. Hugging him closer, Katsuki rested his chin on Deku’s shoulder, rolling his eyes as Deku ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ at literally everything within sight.
“Deku,” Katsuki mumbled into the crook of his neck, arms still encircling the man despite cringing at the feeling of the wet clothing against his skin. Deku hummed in question while shuffling over to admire the complimentary microwave on the countertop. Well- since Katsuki was still attached to him, he more so waddled to the appliance instead. “Let’s have sex.”
“Yeah, okay, but look at the flat-screen tv, oh my gosh!” Deku exclaimed, pointing at the device on the tv stand and Katsuki felt the strong urge to cry in frustration- which like, what the fuck.
“Deku-”
“Wait, Kacchan, look they have a hand mixer! We can bake a cake if we want to! What kind of hotel heaven did we walk into, Kacchan?!”
That’s fantastic. Deku’s gonna bake a cake while Katsuki dies in the corner from blue balls. Great. Also, sidenote- what fucking hotel has this much stuff though, seriously what the fuck?!
“We’re only staying for the night, Deku. We don’t have time to start a fucking bakery overnight,” Katsuki mumbled into his shoulder, before sliding a hand under Deku’s sweater and letting it ghost over his skin, creating goosebumps as he goes. “But, we do have time for something else…”
Deku tilted his head in thought and Katsuki didn’t waste time kissing up his neck and sucking at the sensitive spot right behind his ear. “S-Something else?” Deku asked, a little breathless as he tilted his head further to give Katsuki more room to work with his tongue.
Katsuki hummed into his skin before gripping Deku’s hips tight and giving a harsh grind against his backside as an answer.
“How about...um,” Deku faltered as Katsuki continued to grind his hips, nipping at his skin before soothing it with his tongue. “C-Coffee?”
Katsuki paused, right in the middle of sucking yet another sexy bruise into Deku’s neck, to blink at his words for a few seconds. Pulling back a bit, Katsuki swiftly turned the man around by the grip on his hips, setting him with an unimpressed look. “‘The fuck did you say to me?”
“Um..” Deku tried and failed to bite back an embarrassed smile as he began backing away slowly under his glare. Katsuki stalked towards him, matching each one of Deku’s steps back with one of his forwards.
“Did you actually just say you wanted coffee while I was rutting into your ass?” Katsuki asked, his eyes widening in his whole bewilderment because he’s horny and all he wants is to fuck his good-looking boyfriend, who's been tempting him by strutting around in these wet clothes sticking to his body like a second skin that leaves nothing to the imagination. But of course, that’s not gonna happen because screw Katsuki, right?
Deku let out an unintentional snort and quickly put up his hands, trying to placate the demon in front of him as he tried to escape.
“Did you fuckin’ laugh at me?!”
“N-No! Never!” Deku exclaimed, shaking his head rapidly yet trying really hard to stop the growing smile on his face. “I was just suggesting some coffee ‘cause we might be tired, right? Like what if we fall asleep while doing it, y-you k-know, haha…”
Deku trailed off into nervous laughter as his back hit the counter with Katsuki cornering him, lifting both arms to grab the ledge on either side of Deku’s waist. He leaned in towards Deku, raising his eyebrows, incredulously. “Deku, if we drink any coffee right now, we’d break the fuckin’ bed.”
Deku quirked an eyebrow at that, leaning in with a cheeky grin. “Didn’t know you needed coffee to do that, Kacchan.”
Katsuki blinked, dropping his jaw a bit at the complete 180 in the nerd’s demeanour. “You fuckin’ asshole- you-” Katsuki broke off with a humourless laugh, shaking his head slightly before gripping Deku’s jaw with one hand, smirking at his own darkened expression reflected through Deku’s wide eyes. “If you don’t shut up right now, I’ll throw you on this shitty counter and fuck you on it until it breaks. And trust me,” he broke off into a whisper, leaning in close until his mouth was right beside the man’s ear, slightly grazing his earlobe with his lips. “I won’t need the damn coffee to do that.”
Deku’s breath hitched slightly at his words, turning his head towards Katsuki’s before landing a big smooch on his cheek. “Hmm, nope!” He exclaimed before ducking under his arms and making a run for it towards the living room, leaving Katsuki to stand there stupidly, blankly staring at the empty spot in front of him in confusion. What just happened?
“Better come catch me, loser!”
Katsuki blinked out of his stupor when a wet sweater hit his face and slowly pulled it off to see Deku standing shirtless on the other side of the couch, sticking out his tongue pettily. His eyes zoned in on the drops of water steadily drifting down Deku's abs before shaking his head with a chuckle. Dropping the cloth on the floor beside him, Katsuki grinned and turned his wrists outwards behind him, causing Deku to falter mid-laughter.
If it’s a chase he wants, then it’ll be a chase he gets. “Who are ya callin’ a loser, Haah?!” He yelled out, laughing slightly.
And with that, Katsuki locked eyes with Deku’s wide ones and blasted his way across the room to get his man.
~*~
Okay. Maybe Izuku didn’t think this through. All he wanted was to tease Kacchan! And now here he was, acting as live bait in full range of a potential murderer. Oh god.
He dodged another grab at him with a hysterical laugh, sprinting towards what he hoped was the bedroom.
And yet despite the fear, here Izuku was taunting the wild beast. Honestly, what was wrong with him? He was pretty sure he was tracking wet footprints all over their hotel room because of his uncomfortably wet pants, but he was too busy running for his life to bear that thought any mind.
He briefly wondered if what they were doing was considered to be some weird foreplay before shutting the door on that thought entirely because once again- angry boom boom-boi was chasing him!
“Deku, fuckin’ come back here!”
Izuku let out a yelp, narrowly dodging another grab at him before he made it to the bedroom. He quickly stripped out of his gross wet pants before jumping up on the bed, watching the bedroom door, cautiously. As Kacchan finally made it through the door, Izuku raised the wet pants in his hand threateningly, causing the blond to stop in his tracks.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled, glancing down Izuku's body with interest as if he was about to jump him any minute now, and Izuku had no doubt he would. He jerked the pants in his hand, trying to seem intimidating, when the blond stepped forward, making Kacchan freeze in his spot and turn to him with a blank stare.
“Don’t come closer!” Izuku warned, waving around the pants in his hand, hoping the strange movements added a scarier effect. It didn’t.
Kacchan blurted out a laugh at, probably, how ridiculous Izuku looked. “Deku- seriously what the fuck? This is the least sexy thing I’ve ever had to witness.”
Izuku grinned, wiggling his eyebrows as he pretended to throw the wet pants at Kacchan, just to see him flinch. Kacchan didn’t even blink. “Are you scared?” He taunted, continuing to fake throw the pants at the blond.
Kacchan leaned back on the doorway, crossing his arms as he fixed him with a deadpan look, although the expression didn’t really serve its effect when there was a giant grin on his face. “My boner is dying, babe.”
Izuku responded by moving his hips along with his hand, making him unintentionally look like the jello version of the statue of liberty which immediately had Kacchan doubling over, bursting out into laughter. “It’s probably ‘cause you’re scared, Kacchan,” he retorted, brightening as the blond's voice cracked a bit as he chuckled. Cute.
Kacchan almost choked as he teasingly spat out, “you’re a fucking disgrace.”
Izuku hummed in thought, not pausing in his movements as he relished in his boyfriend’s laughter. Even if it was at his expense. “Hmm, nope don’t think so. All-Might hates disgrace and he loves me soooo, you’re wrong!”
Kacchan snorted, shaking his head and Izuku beamed at the soft smile on the man’s face. “Fuck,” Kacchan chuckled, not bothering to hide the fond look in his eyes as he watched Izuku continue to circle his hips, awkwardly. “Who wouldn’t fucking love you, ya nerd?”
Izuku continued his weird intimidation dance before freezing in place, watching as Kacchan did the same; both of them staring at each other with wide eyes as the words registered in their heads. Izuku dropped his jaw and closed it before opening it again as he processed what just happened with his hand still awkwardly raised in the air, holding the wet pants.
“You- oof!” As soon as he opened his mouth, Kacchan pounced on him, tackling him back on the bed. Izuku flung the pants behind him in surprise, turning to the blond lying on top of him in confusion. Before he could try to question it, he immediately burst into peals of laughter when fingers began dancing up his sides.
“Wait- Kacchan- pfft!”
Kacchan showed no mercy as he tickled Izuku to no end, laughing along with him as he threw half-hearted taunts his way.
"You fuckin' asshole," the blond choked out and Izuku shrieked as Kacchan reached under his armpits with a grin. "Makin' me chase after your ass."
Izuku continued to cry out, laughing, pleading in surrender. After what seemed like hours, when Izuku no longer had hope of escaping this hell, Kacchan abruptly stopped, grabbing his wrists and pinning them on either side of his head on the bed. Izuku stared at Kacchan above him, feeling his cock stir in interest at the sight as they both panted for air, breathless from their antics.
“Kacchan…?”
The man let go of his wrists, sliding down his arms to his chest, nails lightly scratching down his abs before stopping right at the trail of hair leading to his underwear. Izuku watched him silently during his motions, before throwing his back with a frustrated groan as Kacchan’s fingers only lightly ghosted the tent in his underwear, choosing to slide down to his thighs, caressing the muscles there instead.
“Now…” Izuku flicked his attention back to Kacchan’s from where he was angrily staring at the blond’s hands, willing it to move to where he wanted to be touched the most and gasped softly at the intensity in the man’s gaze.
“Now,” Kacchan breathed, gripping Izuku’s thighs tight in his hands. He bit his lip when Kacchan slid a hand upwards again, brushing a bit harder against his clothed member, causing the other to glance down at his lips. “Now, will you let me fuck you already?”
Izuku grinned, laughing a little in excitement before shamelessly bucking his hips up. “You better.”
Kacchan grinned in return, letting out a growl as he hastily pulled Izuku’s underwear off down his legs before throwing it somewhere behind him. Izuku quickly reached over to do the same, purposely dragging his hand down Kacchan’s length as he did so. The blond moaned at the touch before leaning down to kiss him hard and Izuku happily obliged. He sighed into the kiss as Kacchan grabbed his ass with both his hands and brought him closer to grind their erections together. His own hands buried themselves in the blond's hair, pulling it slightly which made Kacchan curse, as he brought Izuku's hips even closer. He choked as Kacchan kissed down his chest, paying extra attention to the freckles that littered his skin before he took one of his nipples into his mouth and sucked. Izuku arched his hips up higher in response, smiling at the moan Kacchan let out at the action.
“Shit,” Kacchan muttered after a bit, pulling back slightly and Izuku pouted, raising a hand to Kacchan’s cheek.
“What’s wrong?”
Kacchan narrowed his eyes in annoyance, scrunching his nose adorably (don’t tell him that, though) and turned to him with a huff. “Where the fuck did we pack the lube and condoms?”
Izuku raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh,” he mumbled, before squinting in thought. “Uhh, the purple suitcase, I think.”
Kacchan let out a tired sigh, nodding before getting out of bed to head towards the pile of luggage in the corner of the room. Izuku frowned at the rush of cold air greeting his naked body as Kacchan left him before perking up at the sight of his boyfriend’s butt.
“Stop starin’ at my ass, Deku.”
Izuku frowned once more, tilting his head in confusion as to why on earth Kacchan would command him to do something so ridiculous. “Why not? You stare at mine all the time, I only think it’s fair, Kacchan.”
All he got in response was a middle finger. Izuku knocked his head back with a sigh before turning back to check the man out, regardless, because Kacchan wasn’t the boss of him.
But as seconds trickled on to minutes now, Izuku let out a sigh for what must be the 52nd time as Kacchan continued to dig through the suitcases. Days must’ve passed by now and here Izuku was, lying half hard in his bed with no relief in sight. This sucked. “Kacchan, you’re taking forever,” Izuku whined.
“Did you fuckin’ safety lock this shit, nerd? What the hell?” Kacchan muttered under his breath and Izuku groaned in frustration.
After yet another minute passed by agonizingly slow, Izuku was close to ripping his hair out. “You know what, Kacchan? How about we skip the lube?”
Kacchan finally rose at that moment, with both the lube and condoms in hand before turning to Izuku with a baffled look. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Izuku shrugged as Kacchan kneeled on the bed, crawling towards him, with the stuff in hand. “It’s gonna take too long. Just put it in!”
Kacchan gaped at him and Izuku stared right back, eyebrows raised expectantly. Kacchan finally seemed to snap out of it when Izuku started to reach for the condom, pulling it away from him, looking completely pissed. Uh oh.
“What the fuck- I’m not just gonna put it fucking in without fucking preparing you!”
“Why not? Are you saying I can’t handle it?”
Kacchan paused at that, spluttering angrily and Izuku grinned at how riled up he was. He could practically see the steam rushing out of Kacchan’s ears. “I’m not- Are you fucking stupid?! Motherfucker-”
Izuku began laughing uncontrollably, causing Kacchan to let out a huff as his movements started to make the bed shake along with him. “Why are you so mad?” He giggled and Kacchan rolled his eyes, unimpressed.
“Self-preservation, my ass,” the blond muttered under his breath but Izuku easily picked it up and tilted his hips up in response, causing Kacchan's eyes to widen slightly at his forwardness.
“Yes please, in my ass, right now!” He exclaimed happily before getting a pillow shoved in his face. Laughing slightly, Izuku blindly reached over to slap Kacchan’s thigh. “Kacchan, I can’t breathe.”
“Good,” the blond responded, and Izuku could hear the squirt of the lube bottle close by. “Die.”
Despite his kind words, Kacchan thankfully let go of the pillow, allowing Izuku to push it off his face. But before he could open his mouth to tease the man further, Kacchan eased a finger in, leaning down to lick a stripe up Izuku’s member at the same time. Izuku let out a choked moan, hips slightly rising up to seek more friction when Kacchan pulled away with a smirk.
“Ahh..that’s not fair,” Izuku groaned and reached a hand down to grip Kacchan’s hair tightly in one hand, writhing when the blond sucked the tip into his mouth.
Popping off, Kacchan flashed him a cocky grin that had no right to be that attractive. “Who said this was supposed to be fair?”
With that annoying response, Kacchan returned to taking his whole length in his mouth this time while continuing to finger him with one finger. “Fuck, K-Katsuki- shit!” Izuku moaned as Kacchan hummed around his member, not noticing in his bliss as the man added a second finger.
Izuku shuddered as Kacchan worked his fingers in rhythm to his mouth, resisting the urge to buck his hips further past his lips. Kacchan abruptly released his length, before propping an elbow beside Izuku's hip, resting his cheek in his hand as he stared at him from below through half-lidded eyes. Izuku bit his lip as Kacchan still continued to stretch him with his fingers, watching with a satisfied smile as Izuku's face contorted in pleasure at his movements.
"How are you doin' up there?" He asked, nonchalantly. Izuku wanted to punch him.
Izuku huffed, before letting a shaky grin spread across his face and shrugged. "Meh, 'm doing okay."
Kacchan narrowed his eyes, the smile falling off his face into a stubborn frown that had Izuku grinning wider. His victory was short-lived, however, as Kacchan suddenly thrust his fingers in deep before curling them just right. Izuku threw his head back with a stuttering groan, missing the way Kacchan was drinking in the sight with slightly wide eyes.
"Still doin' okay?" The blond teased, before bringing his mouth back to his length once more, not giving Izuku time to fucking breathe. Asshole.
“O-Okay, that’s enough, I’m ready,” he mumbled after a few agonizing minutes of this torture- which Kacchan seemed to get off of judging by his boner peeking out from between his legs. Sadist. Kacchan seemed to ignore the fact that he even spoke, as he continued on, working his tongue in ridiculous ways that had Izuku groaning in frustration and bliss.
“Goddamnit Kacchan! Put your fucking dick in me already!” He abruptly yelled out when Kacchan brushed his prostate with fingers, almost making Izuku blow his load in the man’s mouth. Pulling off of his member, Kacchan flashed him yet another satisfied smirk and a goddamn wink that had Izuku’s eye twitching in irritation. Having had enough, Izuku wrapped his legs around Kacchan’s waist and switched their positions around in one swift movement, until he was now straddling the blond's hips.
Kacchan raised an eyebrow at him from below, his blond hair splayed out against the pillow as he hungrily raked his hands up the sides of Izuku's body. Izuku narrowed his eyes at him before bending down to smash their mouths together. Kacchan eagerly leaned up to kiss him, tilting his head to slot their mouths perfectly. As they continued to kiss, Izuku flicked one of Kacchan’s nipples teasingly and received a harsh bite to his bottom lip at the action. Izuku snorted into his mouth, distracting the blond by rolling his hips against his erection. While Kacchan moaned appreciatively, hands gripping Izuku's hips to encourage his movements, Izuku sneakily let his hand continue to drift downwards towards Kacchan’s member as his other hand blindly searched for the condom packet. Somehow, miraculously finding the packet in just a few seconds- Izuku silently thanked whatever higher being that was up there for this blessing- he immediately grabbed Kacchan’s length with the other hand.
Kacchan let out a wheeze, muttering out a “damn nerd,” while Izuku quickly ripped the packet open with his teeth. Rolling the condom down Kacchan’s cock, Izuku gave it a few pumps with his hand before sinking down on it in one go. The sudden move had them both bowing forwards, eyes squeezed shut as they let out twin moans in pleasure.
“Shit, ‘Zuku, fuckin’ give me a warning next time,” Kacchan rasped and Izuku grinned down at him, loving the way Kacchan’s eyes glinted in heavy arousal. Leaning down, Izuku kissed the blond’s nose softly before meeting his eyes with his own filled with desire. “Sorry, Kacchan, I was under the impression that this wasn’t supposed to be fair.”
And with that, Izuku finally began to move. Both men gasped at the feeling of being connected, hands reaching out to grab and pull, desperate to get even closer. Izuku kissed up Kacchan’s neck as he grinded down, leaving his own bruises on the blond’s skin. Kacchan grabbed his hips in response, before thrusting up into him so suddenly, startling a loud moan from Izuku’s lips. The move sparked something primal in the both of them as they soon began to get more frantic in reaching their high, losing themselves in their pleasure.
At some point, Kacchan flipped them over so that Izuku’s back met the bed once again, and grabbed under knees, pulling them apart farther as he thrust in deeper. Both of them moaned at the new angle, their heavy breaths echoing in the dark bedroom.
“Fuck, ‘Zuku, you feel so good,” Kacchan grunted in his ear, speeding up in his movements.
Izuku moaned, wrapping his legs tighter around Kacchan’s waist and pulling him closer. “Mmh...Katsuki, ‘m close,” he breathed, scratching down the blond’s back and arching his back when Kacchan cursed, bringing a hand down from his waist to jerk off Izuku's cock.
“Fuck yeah, ‘Zuku, me too,” Kacchan groaned, kissing around his face as he picked up the pace. “Come for me, babe, come on- Come with me, baby.”
Izuku came with a stuttered gasp, face screwing up in pleasure at the feeling of his orgasm rippling through him in waves and clenched down on Kacchan’s length, causing him to let out a curse. With just a couple more thrusts, Kacchan followed him, coming with Izuku’s name on his lips. Izuku smiled, whispering sweet nothings into the blond’s ear as they both came down from their high. Their movements slowed down as the desperation wore off, and Kacchan pulled out, after a moment, before straight-up collapsing on top of Izuku.
“Kacchan, get off me,” Izuku mumbled weakly as the blond buried his face into his neck, leaving soft kisses there. Kacchan raised his head, tiredly kissing around Izuku’s face as he blindly searched for his lips with his eyes closed. Izuku snorted, tilting his chin slightly down to help his lazy boyfriend.
“Hmm, how about you get these off, first?” Kacchan hummed against his lips, smiling in victory when he found them. Pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss, he felt Kacchan slide his hands down his sides until he reached his thighs which were still firmly wrapped around his waist, and tapped them.
Izuku broke the kiss with a laugh before reluctantly complying with the request. The bed creaked as Kacchan crawled off, heading to the bathroom to clean himself off and Izuku pouted slightly, missing the warmth on top of him. After a few moments, Izuku finally worked up the willpower to open his eyes before cringing at the mess on his abdomen and deciding to keep them shut instead. That way, he wouldn’t have to acknowledge his duties to clean himself up and can prolong his bliss.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?”
Izuku peeked open an eye, turning his head towards the source to see Kacchan still naked, leaning on the doorway to the bedroom with a washcloth in hand. Kacchan quirked an eyebrow, probably at the fact that Izuku was still lying star-fished and naked on the bed, before walking towards him. Izuku opened his other eye in response, letting his gaze lazily drift down Kacchan’s body towards his-
The washcloth was suddenly flung onto his face and Izuku scrunched up his nose at the damp feeling of it on his skin. Ew.
“Stop staring at my dick and clean yours,” He heard Kacchan snap at him from the other side of the bed as he shuffled about, probably grabbing a pair of clean underwear to wear.
“No,” he replied, making no move to remove the cloth from his face as he continued to rest with a peaceful smile.
He heard a sigh before the washcloth was picked up from his face, causing him to blink a couple of times to clear his vision. Izuku furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, glancing down to see Kacchan carefully wiping the mess off of his stomach, and felt his chest well up the focused gaze, humming in content as Kacchan pampered him. Izuku closed his eyes, almost drifting to sleep as Kacchan took his time with him, moving the washcloth to clean a bit in between his thighs as well. Izuku pretended not to notice when the blond's hands wandered further, silently tracing the scars on his body with his fingers. It was always something he did after sex, and although Izuku didn't really understand the reason behind it, he never felt the need to question it- knowing it important to Kacchan and perhaps, one of the ways the blond expressed his love for him.
That’s right, Izuku though, heart jumping a bit at the memory. Kacchan loved him. He always knew that of course but hearing him admit it was...something else.
“Love you,” Izuku mumbled with his eyes still closed, he felt the hands on his skin freeze for a moment before leaving his body entirely. He opened his eyes to catch an unreadable expression on Kacchan's face, right when he turned away to throw the washcloth into the bin. He stayed quiet as he returned to bed, and so did Izuku, patiently rolling over so Kacchan could snuggle up behind him. Seconds passed in silence as they laid together, Kacchan’s arms encircling Izuku’s chest as they cuddled close. Izuku smiled softly when Kacchan’s breathing began to slow, feeling just a little disappointed but understanding all the same.
It doesn’t matter if Kacchan might never say it again, he thought, bringing one of his boyfriend’s hands up to his mouth to kiss it softly. It didn’t matter because Izuku knew he loved him. Actions speak louder than words, after all. Izuku smiled wryly at that.
The arms around him suddenly wrapped tighter, bringing him closer to the warm body behind him and Izuku’s eyes widened when a kiss was placed on the back of his neck, followed by a low grumble. “I love you too, Izuku.”
Izuku remained frozen, before biting back a scream of joy the butterflies in his stomach invoked. He couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face, replaying the words in his head over and over again. Was this just a one-time thing? Maybe Kacchan’s sleep talking? He hasn’t done that since they were kids, though. Maybe it’s a sex thing…
“What the fuck, Deku? It’s not a goddamn sex thing!”
Izuku flinched at the loud voice breaking his thoughts before realizing that he’d apparently been mumbling the entire time. Izuku covered his red face with his hands and groaned into them. Too busy dying in embarrassment, Izuku didn’t bother putting up any resistance as Kacchan quickly turned him around to face him- not like he would’ve resisted that in the first place.
“Fuck. Is that what you think? That this was just a spur of the moment kind of thing?!” Kacchan cursed, prying Izuku’s hands from his face as he spoke. Izuku frowned at the troubled expression in his eyes and shook his head but Kacchan turned away with a huff, missing Izuku’s response.
“Shit, did I seriously fuck this up that bad?”
Before the man could spiral down his thoughts even further, Izuku reached under the sheets and twisted the man’s nipple. Kacchan jerked up, letting out a hilarious shriek that almost had Izuku bursting out in laughter but thankfully, bit it back in favour of setting the blond straight.
Kacchan turned to Izuku, betrayal painted across his face as he raised both hands to cover his nipples from any further harm. “What the fuck, dude?!”
“Do you think I’m stupid?!”
Katsuki faltered, throwing Izuku a confused glance but still shielding his nipples. “Haah?!”
Izuku rolled his eyes, tugging at Kacchan’s arms. “Drop your arms. You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m being ridiculous?! You tried to twist my fucking nipple off, nerd!”
“Well, you tried to suck mine off just a few minutes ago!”
Kacchan narrowed his eyes, setting Izuku with a deadpan expression. “Don’t fuckin’ act like you didn’t like it. Being all like ‘oh, Kacchan, yes~’”
Izuku dropped his jaw at the, frankly, awful impression of him before kicking Kacchan in the shin. “Shut up! This isn’t about me! This is about you and your stupidity!”
Kacchan scowled before shifting in bed until his back was facing Izuku. “Kacchan,” Izuku called, letting out a sigh when he received silence. He scooted closer, wrapping his arms around the blond’s waist before delivering a series of kisses across his shoulder blades.
“Kacchan, I love you so much,” he murmured into Kacchan’s back after a moment, laying his forehead against the warm skin. “You know that. And I never needed you to say it back because I knew you felt the same way. You showed me your love in many different ways! In fact, think it’s stupid anyways, the whole ‘you gotta say that you love your partner in order to remain in a good relationship’ because hey- what if one of them was mute, hmm? Then what? Also, if the only proper way to express your love was through words themselves then that kind of takes away the raw meaning behind the word, right? Like, love can be represented in many different ways and to think that society restricts individuals to-”
“You’re rambling, nerd.”
Izuku paused, biting his lip to hold back a wide smile when Kacchan grabbed one of his hands that was wrapped around the blond’s chest, rubbing the back of his knuckles with his thumb. “I know you love me, Kacchan. I know you’ve loved me for longer than I know-”
“Longer than you have loved me,” came the confident response.
Izuku broke off at that, narrowing his eyes at the cheeky tone. “No, I think I actually beat you in that department.”
“Think all you want, nerd. I know I won,” Kacchan declared, turning back around until they were face-to-face once more. Izuku huffed, raising to meet Kacchan’s eyes with purpose when suddenly a loud growl sounded through the room.
Both men blinked at each other before Kacchan closed his eyes in defeat. “We forgot to get the damn food.”
Izuku gaped at him, eyes watering up slightly because- holy hell, he didn’t realize how hungry he was. “We’re gonna die, oh my gosh.”
“Haah?!”
“HOW COULD WE HAVE FORGOTTEN THE FOOD?!”
“It’s ‘cause you wanted to go take a fuckin’ dip into the pool! Also, stop yelling, goddamnit!”
…
“Shit, I was joking, babe- I love you, see? Lots of fuckin’ love, just for you!”
“YOU PUSHED ME INTO THE POOL, ASSHOLE!”
In the end, they had to buy snacks from the vending machine on their floor for a very late dinner as no places were open for delivery at this hour. They reluctantly munched on chips and granola bars, while Kacchan muttered unhappily about the junk they were putting in their body. Izuku simply shrugged, happy that he was being fed, not caring if it was healthy or not. Food is food, and as long as Izuku gets it, he has no problem.
Tomorrow morning they will get up early to pack up, well- Kacchan will get up early, before walking into the kitchen to discover their clothes and shoes from yesterday in a pile on the floor, only to wake Izuku up by yelling about the mess. As soon as they come rushing out of the elevator with their luggage (because they may or may not have taken too long in the shower...together), they’ll run into the security guard from last night and Nakamura-san. Of course, they- or more accurately, Izuku will bow down, apologizing frantically for their stupidity while Kacchan stands beside him, scowling at them, not looking apologetic in the least.
Thankfully, Nakamura-san is an actual goddess and will not only forgive them but also delete the footage of them running across the hotel practically naked like mad men, as well as the one in the elevator of them shamelessly grinding on each other- that particular one will make future Izuku want to slam his head on the desk as he bows down with another apology. Kacchan, on the other hand, will freeze up right beside him, and if you listen closely, you could probably hear the Microsoft Windows XP Shutdown music as he exits this plane of existence.
It’s after this half an hour of embarrassment they go through, will they finally head back to the car, pulling up the directions to the resort on his phone because somehow the GPS mysteriously disappeared, according to Kacchan. Izuku suspects Kacchan had something to do with its disappearance and sends a silent prayer, hoping for at least a peaceful demise for the device before realizing he’s an atheist and he actually hates the damn thing.
Anyways, that’s all tomorrow. Tonight, he and Kacchan drift off into each other’s arms with the tv still playing in the background, fading into white noise. Izuku will get hit in the face by one of Kacchan’s arms during his sleep and he’ll accidentally steal the blanket multiple times throughout the night, leaving Kacchan to freeze- it’ll be an honest-to-god mess. But that’s okay because at least they’re in this mess together. And whatever mess heads their way tomorrow, they’ll also face together.
Wherever that goddamn GPS is that ruined his plans for this anniversary, Izuku thanks it because it brought them here, closer than ever. But also screw you, stupid GPS because you tried to kill us.
With a final ‘fuck you,’ Izuku shuts his eyes and snuggles closer to his sleeping Kacchan, ready to face whatever obstacles get thrown his way tomorrow as long as he got his partner with him.