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Tonight is Izuku’s turn to wash the dishes. Nothing abnormal. He and Katsuki had worked out a chores system close to when they first moved in together. Shortly after graduating, Izuku was surprised by Katsuki approaching him and asking (read demanding) that the two find an apartment together. It would be so much easier to split the rent instead of each having to find their own place. Plus, this way they would be able to respond to a villain attack much quicker if they were already together.
They found a cozy little two bed two bath apartment close to the agency they work at. They were scouted out by a ton of agencies during their third year once they officially decided to become a hero duo. The Wonder Duo immediately made waves in the hero world.
Izuku never would have believed this is how his life would have turned out if anyone had asked him during his first year of UA. After their huge fight at Ground Beta, Katsuki and Izuku’s relationship started a slow, but stead route towards the positive.
The two heroes still bicker constantly, but it’s easy to see that there isn’t any real heat in the fights. It’s more of a playful argument over small things here and there. Any time Katsuki would touch Izuku before, it was always for the purpose of harming the smaller boy, full of malicious intent. Now, civilians get the opportunity to see the great explosion hero have almost soft moments after intense battles where he will reach out to his hero partner to ruffle his curly green hair.
As one half of the sink fills up with hot sudsy water, Izuku can’t help but to smile to himself while remembering these small, but significant changes in their relationship. The two have come a long way, starting as best friends in youth, moving to enemies before becoming reluctant rivals and now…well, now they’re friends. Best friends if you’d ask Izuku. A tolerable benign happy tumor if you ask Katsuki.
Izuku lightly chuckles to himself thinking of how his hero partner would scoff and blatantly ignore the thought of being “best friends” with the green-haired boy. Still, he knows the blonde cares for him. He cares enough to always check on his partner immediately after a huge fight. Hiding his concern behind a curtain of boisterous words and curses. Cares enough to wrap any wounds when they’re in the comfort of their own home even as he grumbles about how dumb Izuku is for getting hurt in the first place.
Bent and scarred fingers move deftly through the soapy water, cleaning dish after dish. He’s humming now as he works, nearly finished with the dinner dishes. He grabs the tongs Katsuki used for the chicken and begins to dunk them into the heated water.
As he moves the scrubber sponge over the tips of the tongs, he thinks back to some of the soft moments he’s shared with his partner. Quiet nights on their couch watching All Might movies from their past, loud laughter ringing through the apartment as they bicker over what rank they will be during the next big hero gala, rare, shared showers when both of their bodies are bruised and beaten down from a particularly difficult villain encounter and they have to rely on one another to wash appropriately.
Izuku is so deep into his thoughts that he fails to hear his roommate entering the kitchen, didn’t even realize that the blonde had been calling out to him from the living room. The blonde stops at the doorway of the kitchen and glares at his partner, trying to figure out why the idiot was not responding.
Moving closer to the smaller boy, Katsuki peers at his roommate’s constantly moving hands and freezes in his tracks. Izuku is standing in front of the sink, staring into the distance while he is essentially jacking off the pair of tongs.
Katsuki sucks in a deep breath while he watches Izuku’s soapy hand slowly creep up the shaft of the tongs before cupping and twisting over the wider tip of the appliance. He spends time repeatedly circling the very tip of the tongs teasingly before seeming to tighten a bit, as if it were the mushroom tip of a hardened cock, then sliding back down to the shaft.
Red eyes don’t bother to blink, too afraid of missing a moment of the debauchery happening right in front of them. The tip of Katsuki’s tongue snakes out to wet his lips. He can’t help but immediately imagine those crooked fingers working over his own cock, which is quickly hardening in his sweatpants.
Katsuki thought he’d be over this ridiculous crush by now. He did everything he could to move past it when they were in school. Once they were graduating, he figured he’d just have to force the stupid nerd to stick by him forever until he wore him down enough to want to date Katsuki. This…this was pure torture. How was he supposed to behave himself when the love of his life was working over this pair of tongs like a seasoned whore?
So much for moving slowly. Katsuki’s plan was going to have to be pushed into over-drive right the fuck now if this is what after dinner cleaning was going to lead to. He’d die of blue balls if he didn’t get the nerd to touch his dick tonight. Is that possible? Fuck can someone die of blue balls? Shit he’s been hanging out with the living generator too much, he can’t even decide if that’s a real thing or not.
It’s been several minutes now and the damn nerd still hasn’t stopped his slow stroking. Katsuki creeps close enough behind his partner that he can smell the green apple shampoo in his curly hair. The blonde gulps and raises his trembling hands up a bit, intent on touching, then stops and quickly lowers them once more.
He bites hard on his bottom lip and shakes his head. He’s Katsuki Fucking Bakugo! This is the love of his life! He can fucking take charge of the situation. He’s able to take down multiple villains all by himself on a day-to-day basis. Flirting and getting this cute man in front of him to fall in love shouldn’t be a problem.
Suddenly steadier and with an air of confidence he doesn’t actually feel, Katsuki raises his hands once more and seductively slides them down Izuku’s arms until he’s encompassing the boy’s smaller hands. Izuku startles in front of him, realizing too late that he’s no longer alone.
“Ka-Kacchan! You scared me! I didn’t hear you come in”. The prettiest blush floods freckled cheeks as Izuku recognizes the heat surrounding his hands belongs to Katsuki and not the water.
“Um…Kacchan…w-what are you doing?”
‘Fuck the nerd feels so damn good pressed against me like this’, Katsuki thinks while nuzzling against those unbelievably soft curls.
“Damn Deku. Think you can get away with doing this out in the open? Fucking getting me all riled up and expect me to do nothing, ha?!” Katsuki’s voice has dropped an octave, practically growling into Izuku’s ear. His hot breath dampens the shell of Izuku’s ear and sends a thrill down the smaller boy’s spine.
Izuku shivers and clutches tighter to the appliance in his hands. “W-wait, Kaccha- ah! What do you mean do-doing this in the open? I’m just washing dishes!”
Katsuki uses his large hands to continue moving Izuku’s hands up and down the tongs slowly and suggestively. He presses his hips forward, shoving his hardened cock to the valley between his partner’s ass and begins to roll his hips. With a relieved sigh from the much-needed friction, Katsuki hears Izuku squeak.
“Shit, nerd you’re driving me crazy. You like making a damn fool out of me? Did you even realize what you were doing this whole time? Working over this fucking appliance like a damn whore. Ya thinking of jacking off a cock, huh? Want to put those hands to better use?”
Subconsciously, Izuku’s back arches slightly to push his ass harder against the blonde’s thick length. His entire back is warmed by Katsuki’s body heat pressed deliciously against him, making his mind swim in heady desire. This couldn’t possibly be real. Maybe he was hit by some villain’s quirk earlier and didn’t realize it? Perhaps this is some strange fever dream? Something has to be wrong because there’s no way the sexiest man Izuku’s ever known is rutting his cock against him like this.
“Fuck, Deku. You offering up that pretty little ass to me, baby?”
The implication in those words dissipates the smallest amount of the fog invading Izuku’s brain enough for the green hero to look over his shoulder nervously. He bites his plush lower lip and bats his eyelashes at his partner.
“Tsk,” Bakugo tuts at the sensual display and grips harder on Izuku’s hands, moving them quickly over just the shaft of the tongs.
“Fucking slut. You know what you’re doing, damn nerd. C’mon baby. Show me what these hands can do.”
With that, Katsuki releases Izuku’s hands so he can grasp onto the smaller man’s hips, rolling his own harsher against his roommate. Izuku sucks in a breath and throws his head back until he’s resting against Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki bucks his hips upward, his hard cock rubbing against Izuku’s puckered entranced through the fabric of their pants and Deku is openly panting now. Crooked fingers flitter over the length of the metal tongs, teasing the tip before stroking downwards again.
Katsuki can’t look away from the imagery. Izuku is getting hotter in his grasp and he continues humping his partner. Just imagining his precious nerd working his cock the way he’s working the appliance is getting him closer and closer to release.
For his part, Izuku is arching his back further, pressing harder and harder against Katsuki’s gyrating hips. He’s moving his hands in rapid succession, simulating what he’s only ever dared dream of in the quiet darkness of his room.
“Dammit! Fuck, I’m so close Deku!” Katsuki’s hips stutter as they roll against the smaller man. He grits his teeth and, in a moment of boldness, removed one hand from his partner’s hips to tangle in green locks. He shoves his roommate down until the freckled wonder is bent over in front of him and begins thrusting harshly against him in a clothed mimic of rough sex.
The metal of the tongs clanks loudly as Izuku loses his grip on the object, his hands desperately grasping at whatever surface he can to ground himself. Izuku yelps in surprise as he’s basically being railed from behind, but is quick to start pushing himself backwards to meet every hard thrust of his partner.
Katsuki yanks on the curls in his hand as he leans down until his chest is flush with Izuku’s back, still thrusting wildly.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Katsuki’s pearly white teeth sink into the freckled shoulder in front of him. His body spasms once, twice, then stills as he cums inside his own sweats. Below him, Izuku is whimpering and rutting against the wooden cabinets in front of him, desperate to release too.
Katsuki breathes deeply and turns Izuku until he’s facing the blonde, then drops to his knees. He can hear the fabric of Izuku’s sleep pants rip as he yanks them down, but he couldn’t care less. Before the smaller man can say anything, Katsuki sucks the entire length of Izuku’s cock into his mouth and begins his assault.
Katsuki’s head is bobbing up and down Izuku’s leaking cock, nearly choking himself in his excitement to get the love of his life to cum down his throat. It takes seconds before a thick salty substance is covering his throat and he’s pulling off so he can swallow it down appropriately.
The blonde jumps up right as Izuku’s legs give out and he’s about to fall to the ground. The taller blonde lifts his noodle-legged partner up into his strong arms and practically runs to his bedroom. He’s gentle when he sets Izuku down on the mattress then steps away long enough to rid himself of his clothes.
Seeing his partner excitedly getting nude, Izuku musters all his energy and sits up to remove his own clothing then rolls himself over until he’s on all fours. Without wasting any time, Katsuki dives between his partner’s legs delves his tongue into the waiting hole before him. He’s slurping and sucking on that sweet entrance, making the boy in front of him cry on his tongue.
Katsuki is about to complain when his meal is rudely pulled away from his hungry mouth, but doesn’t get the chance to do much more than scowl when the green lightning of his partner’s quirk lights up and the taller male is suddenly lying on his back, blinking up at his ceiling.
“What the- OH FUUUUUUCK!” Katsuki’s hands fist themselves in his messy sheet as his brain registers the overwhelming wet heat surrounding his veiny cock. Deku sets a rapid pace, intent on sucking the soul straight out of the blonde’s dick. The sick schlick resounds in the room as Izuku bobs up and down, cheeks sucking in from the intensity of his sucking.
Drool slips down Katsuki’s heavy balls and coats his ass hole. The explosive hero can’t decide where to put his hands, switching from gripping curled hair to grasping firm shoulders to grabbing his sheets again. He bucks his hips up, fucking deeper into Izuku’s mouth until the green haired hero is a drooling mess, and is pleasantly surprised the nerd isn’t choking at all. The lack of gag reflex will have to be thoroughly explored at a later time, but right now, Katsuki needs to fuck into his tight heat again.
The blonde anchors a hand back into Izuku’s hair and pulls the boy off, causing a needy whine to leave those red, swollen lips.
“Turn the fuck around so I can fuck that tight ass, baby.”
Izuku nods and is once again on his hands and knees, wagging his ass appealingly back and forth, riling up his partner more. Katsuki’s hand lands a loud spank right across a freckled cheek and red blooms immediately in the shape of his hand. Izuku keens loudly and begs, “Hnnnn! A-again, Kacchan!”
“Fuck, you dirty slut! Yeah I got you baby boy.” Smack after smack encompasses the room in a cacophony of sound as Katsuki spanks Izuku over and over, admiring the jiggle of that bubble butt. When he can’t stand it any longer, Katsuki plunges the entirely of his cock into his partner, both parties moaning loudly from the connection.
Their bodies come together rapidly, sweat abundant over their muscled forms from the intense workout. Green lightning once again comes to be and Izuku harshly thrusts backwards until Katsuki has no choice but to fall back into a laying position. Izuku follows closely behind him, not allowing the hard cock to leave his hole and begins to bounce up and down in the reverse cowgirl position.
“Sh-shit! Deku! Oh fucking gods you look so fucking good like this baby boy!”
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Kacchan! You’re filling me up so good~!” Izuku braces his hands on Katsuki’s legs for better leverage so he can bounce faster and faster. Katsuki’s hands find a home on his partner’s hips, helping to pull the freckled man harder onto his cock. From this angle, he gets the pleasure of watching thick thighs working hard to continue to lift and drop his love.
Katsuki feels he must have died and gone to heaven. There’s no other way to explain the gorgeous angel in his lap right now.
Izuku leans downward closer to Katsuki’s legs, offering an enchanting view of the blonde’s fat cock disappearing and reappearing into Izuku’s body. Katsuki licks his lips and take a firm hold of the freckled cheeks bouncing up and down in front of him, occasionally spanking one side.
“Oh, Kacchan! I’m going to cum!”
“Fuck, me too baby. I’m so close! Love watching you ride me. You’re taking my cock so well baby boy.”
Izuku’s walls clench down around the length as cum spurts wildly from the tip of his dick. Katsuki bends his knees so he can thrust deeper into his partner, fucking him through the orgasm as velveteen muscle milks his leaking cock until, he too is cumming hard, coating Izuku’s insides a pearlescent white.
Katsuki’s hips give a few pathetic aborted thrusts following his orgasm, a last attempt to fill his nerd to the brim with every last drop of semen he can give. As the blonde greedily gulps down air, Izuku collapses next to him, their sweaty limbs sticking together in the aftermath.
Once their heart rates have returned to a more normal pace, their eyes meet. A tinkling of laughter bubbles out of Izuku’s mouth, infectious in its melody, forcing a few giggles from the blonde as well.
Katsuki wraps a protective arm around his partner and pulls him close until the nerd is resting comfortably on his chest. The blonde shoves his nose into sweaty curls and breathes in deep, trying to memorize the scent of the man he loves.
“Kacchan?”
Katsuki grunts in acknowledgement.
“We need to shower, Kacchan! I’m all sweaty and gross.”
The blonde is silent for a moment in contemplation before vigorously shaking his head and holding Izuku tighter to him. “Don’t wanna…too comfy,” he stubbornly responds.
The green angel giggles once more before coyly suggesting, “If we go shower now, maybe we can play a bit more in the shower~”
Katsuki pulls back enough to look at his lover incredulously. “How the fuck are you not satisfied by now?! Ya gonna kill me, damn nerd.”
They laugh together before Katsuki chases his freckled angel into the bathroom to continue their fun.
-End