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The sounds filling the room come to a gradual decline, just light huffs from Izuku, as Katsuki takes his time, gently suckling on his clitoris. Izuku's hands are in blonde tuffs of hair, previously gripping but now massaging the scalp gently, his way of expressing gratitude for another body riveting orgasm.
Seriously how is Katsuki so good at this.
The blonde has just finished eating him out. He licks around tender lips, tugging one in his mouth tenderly, it earns a moan from the boy above him which does nothing good for Katsuki’s humility.
He could do this all day, would never admit it to Izuku, but just to hear those whimpers, he would get on his knees just like this every second he could. Unfortunately though, all things must come to an end.
He lets go begrudgingly, one final kiss on his clitoris before moving away and wiping his face. He dares to look Izuku in his face and god , is he beautiful.
Fucked out, tired, an expression of confusion every single time, as if asking “ why ”
“ why do you do this for me ”
“ why are you always doing this for me ”
Because I love it
Because I love you
Because this is the only way I can have you and I won't dare ask for anything else
Because I am pathetically and hopelessly in love with you, and had I understood it sooner, had I never mistreated you, maybe I could have had more. But this is the best I can get and I will gladly take it.
But Izuku will never ask, so he will never tell.
Truly though, this expression on Izuku's face will always be the death of him. It swells his chest to know that he is responsible for making it. No one else has ever done this.
And if he can control his emotions about the greenheart, and only focus on making him feel good, then no one else will ever have to.
He just needs to keep Izuku comfortable, not make him feel like he has to pay Katsuki back. He would never have to pay katsuki back for anything. Which reminds him, he can't overstay his welcome. He did what he came to do and now it is time to leave.
“Alright. I'll see myself out. Call me when you need me again.”
Not me, this. Izuku would never need him.
He looks to Izuku one final time just to paint that picture in his mind for the rest of the night, but this time, his expression is different from what what it was just seconds ago.
Izuku doesn't look fucked out and exhausted at all. He's perked up, wide awake. Seriously Katsuki cant do anything right.
“Did you wanna cum again? Lay down then, I've got time…”
Clearly Katsuki didn't eat him out good enough because if he did, he would've been seconds from drifting to sleep. He knows this cause he's done it before, so why - then he realizes it's not how izuku looks, it's what he's looking at.
He follows the greenette's eyes, down to the evident tent in his pants.
“O-oh…that's..um”
Words cannot describe the shame that floods into his system, follwed by panic on how to diffuse the situation.
This isn't a rare situation. He's used to getting hard after doing anything with Izuku. Hell, when they first got into this, and Katsuki offered to “help” Izuku out the first time, he almost came on the spot, and that was just from “teaching” Izuku kissing. But in his defense, Izuku was a fucking natural, and it was over for him after the shorter boy started sucking on his tongue.
That is why he has always been so subtle about it, leaving immediately after giving Izuku what he needs. But this time unfortunately he just didn't catch it, too busy staring into Izuku's post orgasmic gaze the way one would stare at stars hanging in the sky.
Izuku is just looking at it now, and he knows that this situation can go no other way but to shit, if he doesn't make an attempt to placate. But he isn't a liar. So he tries to tell the truth with as little weirdness as possible.
“O-oh yeah…sorry…it's just something that happens occasionally when I … do this…
“oh…y-you mean when you…eat people out…?” Izuku looking anywhere but at him. This is bad.
“I've never really eaten out a lot of people…”
He then realizes what he just said and realizes that Izuku also understands.
“No wait- I don't mean to make you uncomfortable…it's just that I….I like to do it…to eat you out I mean…and sometimes I get hard…that's all it is…”
Bakugou takes the chance to look at him honestly, and he's caught in a trap by his beauty, even when Izuku is nervous he is a canvas, unrushed and detailed… And he becomes so enraptured that he almost misses Izuku's next statement.
“..I-I just don't understand why though…”
“well just look at you…you're breathtaking…”
Izuku's sudden full body bristle immediately takes him out of dreamy state and back into his place. Who does he think he is to call him that, he's not his lover, certainly he is not his friend, he's not his anything. If anything Izuku is doing him a favor by giving him this opportunity, how dare he overstep so cruel.
“S-Sorry if that came off weird! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable…sorry-…um I'll go now…”
He's on his heels in a second, on a march to the door. If he ever wants to do this with Izuku again then he'll make sure to never be so vulnerable again and also control his di-
“Wait!”
He freezes immediately, like a dog to any command he is given, turning back confused. What he sees is another Izuku, one that he knows well, one that is shy…but also determined…as if he wants to ask something, is going to do something. Fingers twidle with the sheets while stares down at the floor, face painted in a blush.
“do you erm…want help?”
It's a reflex in Bakugou to turn him down, to refuse even if his body screams yes.
He's quick…
“No Izuku, you don't have to offer that I know-
but Izuku Is quicker.
“I'm serious.”
"..."
“You…you help me almost every night or every time that I need it, and you never ask for anything in return…so I at least want to help with this if I can, t-that way no one feels like they are lacking”
There's a silence then. They are on the opposite sides of a river, calm above but something turbulent beneath. Such gentle ebbs and flows, so tempting and deceptive that if you aren't careful, you would be carried mercilessly by the undercurrent. Katsuki cannot let that happen, cannot drown so soon.
“I…I don't want favors from you. You don't have to do this as some sort of assurance. I already promised you that I'd give this to yoy for as long as you want. I won't leave you if I've made that promise. I don't need Anything in return”
I just need to see you. I just want to be near you. We don't have to be together, we don't have to be anything…this is all I want Izuku. It's all I ask for.
“I know, I want to…that's all”
Izuku is already getting up off the bed half naked, pacing cautiously towards him, like he's scared, scared that Katsuki will run. And fuck he wants to, his mind says he should
Don't give me hope. Don't make me want more.
“please? Can I?”
“...Izuku…”
“You helped me out so much tonight…let me help you okay?”
His hand is a weapon, and he uses it to give the finishing blow, because when he takes Katsuki’s hand in his and moves it towards puffy soft lips between his thighs, Katsuki can still feel the wet mess that he made and immediately succumbs.
His lips are on Izuku's without another word. Nothing can pry him from the shorter boy, except for the gentle push against his chest as he moves away just enough that their lips are still touching.
“I want to help, so…tell me what to do…” Izuku whispers.
“Alright then…get back on the bed”
Fate has been sealed.
_
He'll Accept Izuku's request, but he won't make him do any of the dirty work. He concedes, to just have Izuku watch him.
“Does it always get like this?”
“Y..yes”
“Do you always “take care” of it?”
“S-Sometimes”
“What do you think about?”
You. Always you.
“...Different.. hah… Stuff…”
“Does it feel good, right now”
“Y-yes, yes. It's good…it's ..ugh..great Izuku”
“hmmm…it looks like it feels good…”
…..
.
…….
“I- fuck…Izuku….”
“y-yeah?”
“I'm close…if you want me to sto-
“No. I want to see it…don't hide it. Let it out.”
“W-where Should I-... I don't want you- shit.. don't want it getting on you…”
“That's okay…I want it to”
Fuck
“Y-You….w-where d’you want me to…?”
There is a shift on the bed as Izuku spreads his legs.
“This may be weird b-but…can it go on my vagina? I guess it's not bad if it's on the outside- b-but if you're not comfortable then-
“ FUCK ”
It's enough of a warning before he is coming down on top of Izuku planting him to the bed, face buried in his neck and bodies pressed together as he releases a pathetic moan. Then he's cumming like he never has, spurting on to his pussy. With how close they are the head of his pens is brushed against his clit, and the warm sensation of cum does something spectacular for the both of them.
“K-Kacchan- it's so hot…is it always that hot?? Woah that feels weird but also really good??- it's like it's rubbing against me and it feels like your fingers. O-oh my, there's more? Are you still cumming, wow, that's a lot. This is really hot, I didn't know you guys could cum this much, does it feel good, am I making it weird, should I stop talking-
“ please don't stop, please keep talking ‘zuku…” He whimpers into his shoulder continuing to hump against him.
An order he didn't have to worry about, izuku continues to yap in a fucked out state as Katsuki ruts against him like a dog, until anymore movement would more than likely chaff his dick. When he stills eventually, then and only then does Izuku quiet down. It is not for long.
“Katsuki…you okay?
He is more than okay, he is at peace, he is over the moon, he feels like he has been rewarded, a gift so great he could never repay.
But he doesn't answer, instead Katsuki performs his last act of service. Sliding back down to rest himself between Izuku's thighs, to do what he does best. This time he is a little rougher, sucking away to clean the mess he has made with his cum, hard at work, like a dog cleaning its own vomit. It is an apology.
He only lets up after his signature is all gone, and now it is just all Izuku's wetness. He kisses and pecks, blows little puffs of air just where Izuku likes, tongues his way through his pussy until Izuku is a miserable mess of tears and squirt. He drinks the both of them all the same.
Izuku falls straight to sleep right after, a sure sign that he did his job right this time around. He puts him under the covers, a light kiss to his red puffy cheek, right on the freckles, before pacing gently to the door to see himself out.
“Katsuki…you okay?”
He understands now why the term daredevil was coined, why some people live their lives on the edge, just to chase after something that would sooner bring them to death.
Having Izuku this way is a risk he has taken, one that he may never truly know the repercussions for until they met again in the light of tomorrow's sun. In the morning, where Izuku will either approach him as if nothing happened, or ignore him all the same. He lives just to die for Izuku's sake, and this component of their relationship is just another part of the sacrifice. Just to have this tonight, was enough, until the next day, if Izuku decides to give him more.
And like a dog waiting for its' master, he can only hope.