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“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” Katsuki said with a threatening growl.
“What’s that mean, Kacchan?” Izuku said, batting his eyelids in a lascivious manner. Then a swipe of his tongue over the top of his lips and a cocky grin.
“You fucker,” Katsuki pressed Izuku’s wrists harder into the ground, his nails digging red crescents into his flesh. Izuku moaned, head tilting back as he tried to buck his hips forwards, but Katsuki’s weight was effectively pinning his body down. “You're really getting off to this, huh? Sick pervert.”
“Can’t help it,” Izuku whined, the skin above his delicate freckles a lovely hue of red. “You’re just so beautiful, Kacchan.”
“I said fucking stop that,” Katsuki said, his own cheeks reddening. Then, softer but guttural, “This is too much, even for you.”
“Oh?” Izuku wiggled, shaking his upper body as much as he could in the most taunting, teasing manner that he could muster for a person in his position. “Who said I wasn’t always like this, Kacchan?”
Katsuki scrunched up his face, trying his best to show disgust. But judging by how Izuku chuckled and flashed him another seductive, lustful gaze, he probably wasn’t very successful. And he wasn’t sure how to take that.
“Kacchan,” Izuku cooed, “you’re so cute.”
Katsuki could feel the warmth spread from his cheeks and into his ears. His breathing was shallow, his heart beating way too fast for this stupid situation. And, thanks to all of the circumstances combined, he was sweating way too much. For no good reason besides “Izuku’s being a fucking idiot.”
His palms were slick, coating Izuku’s wrists in his nitroglycerin-like sweat. He was too distracted by Izuku’s slow, sensuous motions (especially near his groin) and his stupid purring that Katsuki didn’t notice until it was too late.
Izuku slid his wrists free and, with the help of his freakishly strong quirk, tackled Katsuki onto the ground, reversing their positions. “Kacchan,” Izuku hummed, leaning down into Katsuki’s ear. He kissed the outer lobe and, with a warm, airy breath, Izuku whispered, “You ready?”
Katsuki shuddered. Izuku’s voice was so close, so raw, so sexy. He gulped down the moan that wanted to escape from his throat (because he didn’t want to admit that he was turned on) and nodded. “Deku,” he croaked out.
“Then,” Izuku’s eyes met with Katsuki’s. They shimmered with that brilliant light of determination and kindness that Katsuki couldn’t believe he used to despise. Because here, right now, even in this dumb situation, they were captivating and beautiful. “On three.”
Izuku guided Katsuki’s hands towards his hips and then sat up, balancing his weight above Katsuki so that his body full of muscles didn’t cause any unnecessary discomfort towards his partner. “One,” Izuku said, groaning with soft pleasure as Katsuki massaged his hip muscles.
“Two,” Katsuki mumbled, angling himself upwards as well until he, too, was sitting up, Izuku seated comfortably in his lap.
They exchanged a mutual glance full of softness and unspoken passion. If even for a half a second, it felt like a whole minute to them as they gazed into each other’s eyes, finding beauty and meaning in the other that words exchanged between the two could never express in any of their years together.
Izuku placed his scarred hands on Katsuki’s chest, their longing gazes still unbroken. His lips were parted ever so slightly, as if asking one more time for confirmation before the third and last number.
Katsuki smirked.
And that was all Izuku needed to see. “Three,” he said.
In an instant, Katsuki flung Izuku with an explosive blast towards a darkened part of the room. Cameras and lights were crashed down in Izuku’s wake, people screaming and trying to flee. But Izuku was too quick, using One for All as he tackled one person down, cuffed them, then leaped towards the next like a savage flea.
Katsuki, too, didn’t slack off as he blasted towards the scattering crowd. “You ain’t escaping, you sick fucks!” he shouted, kicking someone down as they tried to grasp the door handle. “You think you’re gonna get away with this, hah?!”
“Kacchan, behind you!” Izuku shouted.
Katsuki, without even turning around, sent an explosion behind him. The person (who was going to smack him unconscious with a chair) was flung backward, taking down two other panicking people. “You don’t have to tell me, shitty Deku,” Katsuki snarled.
Izuku smiled.
— — — — —
“When did you even learn to be like… that?” Katsuki glanced over at Izuku, who was sitting by his side as nurses patched them up from their small cuts and scrapes.
In the distance, the police were hauling cuffed people from the building they were temporarily trapped in. Well, “trapped” wouldn’t be the right word since they did lie about wanting to do a raunchy film shoot in order to catch some pesky criminals that were selling illegal films on the black market.
“Mm,” Izuku hummed, thanking the woman that patched him up before turning to face Katsuki. “I guess you can say I learned a lot from those… DVDs that Mineta and Kaminari showed every week back in UA.”
Katsuki gagged. “You actually went to watch with those perverts? Those things? Really?”
Izuku shrugged. “I never stayed too long, but I learned something new every week,” he said, watching as one of the criminals they apprehended kicked and screamed before being shoved roughly into the backseat of a cop car. Then, as if he remembered something from that spectacle, he looked back at Katsuki. “Why’d you ask, Kacchan?”
Katsuki didn’t like Izuku’s face, how that stupid nerd was on the verge of smiling that usual bright and blinding smile. Except maybe with a devious glint to it. “No reason,” Katsuki said, turning his head away to examine the scene ahead of them.
“Oh?” Izuku’s voice sounded curious. Dangerously so.
The back of the open van rocked somewhat as Izuku scooted closer. The hairs on the back of Katsuki’s neck rose and tingled as a shiver shot down his spine. Katsuki tried to remain stoic, to keep observing the cops doing their job as if that was more interesting than whatever Izuku was planning on doing.
“Kacchan,” Izuku’s voice was husky against his ear. Sexy. Then he felt a quick lick.
Katsuki flinched and swatted by his ear, barely missing Izuku’s face. “Y-you!” he hissed, his face red. “What the hell is wrong with you?! What kind of shit did you even watch to learn all this crap?”
Izuku laughed, clutching his stomach as he rode it out. Katsuki kept scowling though, not amused and extremely embarrassed as he rubbed his ears free of Izuku’s dirty germs.
Once Izuku calmed himself somewhat, he leaned back on his elbows and gave Katsuki such a hungry, dirty look. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Kacchan?” he said, grinning. “I could show you. Well, if you’re interested, that is.”
Katsuki couldn’t believe it. This was Izuku. Izuku was literally saying this shit to him. And technically even before this, but still. It was happening again, right now. “You…” Katsuki started, then clamped his mouth shut. Looked away to the scene again, then after a brief pause, looked back at Izuku. “Maybe.”
A reluctant confession that was all worth it just to see Izuku’s unnaturally suave face crack with surprise and a blush, followed by a squeaky, “O-oh. Okay.”
Serves Izuku right for trying to act cooler.
It wouldn’t be for another few days (mostly paired with awkward silences and moments) before Izuku finally broke the ice, albeit shyly, to hold up his end of the deal.