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Every brush of skin against skin made him shiver. Each time Katsuki’s fingers danced along his body, a small sigh left his lips. A blindfold had been gently tied around his head, sending him into a world without vision. He could only feel. He could only take what was given. His hands were bound behind him, tied neatly at the small of his back. 

Lips crept up his chest, a solid weight settled on his lap. He could almost imagine it, the sight of Katsuki with one thigh on either side of him, lips a pale pink and eyes a deep red. Every prick of sensation sent a spark through him, every whisper in his ear going straight to his gut. It was a grounding experience, heightening his senses, keeping him present. He was aware of every movement, every breath. No sound slipped by unnoticed. No brush of the hand, shift of the leg. He felt it all. Just the knowledge that Katsuki was there was exhilarating.

Hands cupped his face, thumbs stroked his cheeks just under the fabric of the blindfold. He could see the shadows, just barely, and clung to them. Lips pressed against his forehead, gentle, caring. His hair was tucked behind his ear, pushed back from his face so Katsuki had easier access to the expanse of his skin. It was like being pampered. He spent so much time taking care of everyone else that the reverse felt like a special occasion. 

But Katsuki always made him feel cherished.

He jumped when Katsuki rolled his hips against his groin, hard cock rubbing against Izuku’s bare abdomen. It was like being used. His dick continued to throb at every slow grind. Izuku could do nothing, only sit back and listen to the wet sounds of skin on skin. Katsuki’s quiet pants sent gusts of hot air across his face, flooding his nose with the scent of peppermint and something so purely Katsuki there were no real words to describe it. He could only imagine his flushed face, the way his cheeks would go red as he moved his hips to his own rhythm. 

Fingers kneaded at the tensity in his shoulders. He moaned, letting his jaw go slack as circles undid the tight knots in his muscles. The slight hint of fingernail scraping against his skin kept him awake, along with the constant pressure of a hard cock against his own. Katsuki had shifted his hips lower to line them up, grinding together slowly as he continued his massage. 

Lips trailed along his neck, open mouth kisses and sharp bites with the occasional slip of the tongue. Hands dipped from his shoulders to their cocks, wrapping around them both. He heard Katsuki spit, feeling saliva hit the tip of his dick before dribbling down. Izuku sighed, trying to buck his hips. Katsuki held him in place. He was in control, not Izuku. Hands stroked them in sync, the added slick lessening the friction and making his stomach curl with pleasure. 

Izuku never lasted when his sense of touch was intensified. 

Coming down from the high was often better than the act itself. Katsuki removed the blindfold, waiting patiently for Izuku to readjust to the light. He blinked, observing the mess on their stomachs, smiling at Katsuki as he leaned in for a kiss. 

Yeah, the aftermath was just as sweet.