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Katsuki had timed it perfectly.
Able to slip through the empty halls of UA as all the students had just finished filing into their classes. The thud of his heavy boots echoing throughout the corridor. He can hear muffled voices from some of the classrooms. The single drone of a teacher lecturing, the excited chatter of multiple students conversing. If anyone was paying attention they’d hear him walking by. If anyone slipped out to use the restroom they’d spot him, in his hero uniform with Izuku’s canvas All Might tote bag slung over his shoulder.
But it’s a risk he’s willing to take.
Taking a deep breath as he stops in front of Izuku’s classroom door. Waiting just a beat before he pushes it open and slips inside.
“Just a moment, please!” Izuku calls without looking up.
He’s bowed over his desk, glasses slipped down to rest on the very tip of his nose. He has a hand in his hair, the other follows his eyes as he scans over an assignment. Pen perched between his fingers ready to make corrections or leave a note.
His brow is softly furrowed, something that’s starting to become a permanent feature. Katsuki loves to reach out and smooth the lines away when they’re alone. Loves the way Izuku smiles at him when he does. Like he’s relieving some kind of tension, erasing the cause of those lines with such a simple gesture. He itches to reach out and do it now. Affection blooming warm in his chest as he watches Izuku’s lips move near silently to himself.
The hazy autumnal sun that comes through the window shines off the ends of his hair, pulling an almost copper quality out of the green. It softens the shadows on his face, the dark circles under his eyes, the faint stubble along his jaw. Casts the scarred side of his face into shadow and for a second he almost feels like he’s looking at 15 year old Izuku again. All freckles and big green eyes and pink round cheeks. Face lined with concentration as he jots down notes about their classmates or worries over a test.
Tries to remember what it was like, before, when the most stressful thing they had to think about was passing their next exam. Wonders how different their lives might be if they hadn’t had to grow up so fast.
Katsuki allows himself a few more seconds to admire before he audibly clicks Izuku’s classroom door locked.
Izuku’s head snaps upright at that and Katsuki almost feels bad because he can see the brief panic that flickers across Izuku’s face.
It quickly transforms into surprise as he blinks at Katsuki. Glasses low and slightly askew, brows raised high, jaw hanging slightly open as all the gears turn in his head. Katsuki knows Izuku probably has a million different things his brain is trying to get him to say or ask.
But all that comes out is a soft, “Kacchan?”
“Hey, Sensei,” Katsuki greets with an easy smile, finally closing the space between them as he stalks towards Izuku’s desk.
Izuku’s face blooms red, grip tightening on his pen until it nearly flies from his fingers. He quickly sets it down, reaching up to pull off his glasses. Rubbing at his nose.
“You - I mean what- I’m happy to see you of course- why are you-”
“It’s your lunch period, yeah?” Katsuki saves him from his bumbling, sliding the tote bag off his shoulder once he reaches the opposite side of Izuku’s desk.
“Yeah,” Izuku answers, a confused frown pulling at his features. “I ate the lunch you packed me though! I promise. I actually ate it early, during my planning period. It was really good, thank you.”
Katsuki hums thoughtfully, like he’s considering if he wants to accept Izuku’s explanation before he sets the bag down on Izuku’s desk. “You left this at my place.”
Izuku blinks at the bag for a moment before it seems to register. Eyes going wide and he looks nearly stricken.
“Holy shit, oh my god, you’re a life saver.” Izuku quickly pulls the stack of assignments out of the bag, flipping through them as if checking to make sure they’re all there. “I didn’t even notice they weren’t in my computer bag.”
He sighs, deflating slightly into his seat before he glances up through his lashes. Izuku smiles at him, all warm and sweet and a little shy and it makes Katsuki’s stomach flip behind his ribs.
“You really are the best.”
“And you better not forget it.” Katsuki reaches out, ruffling at Izuku’s hair.
Izuku just laughs softly, lets himself lean into the touch before softly ducking away from it.
“Are you busy?” Izuku asks as he fixes his hair, giving Katsuki a quick once over.
The way his gaze seems to catch on Katsuki’s waist not at all lost on him.
Izuku has made it very well known how much he likes Katsuki’s waist. How “grab-able” it is in his terms. Even in moments of passing intimacy they always find a way to land there. Like a magnet they’re drawn in. A pass over his lower back, resting on a hip when they’re standing beside each other, wrapped around him while he’s trying to cook. He had confessed to Katsuki he’s a little self conscious of his hands, but he likes how his hands look there, curled around Katsuki’s hips. Likes the way Katsuki’s fits into them like they’re puzzle pieces. Likes the way he can see the shape of them left on Katsuki’s skin after they lose themselves in each other.
“No,” Katsuki confesses, hopes his mask hides the warmth that spreads across his face. “I’m done for the day, was gonna head home after this.”
Izuku nods, worrying at his lower lip for a moment. Eyes drifting back to the half graded paper on his desk.
“You could hang out? If you want? I’ll be done with this in like… five minutes,” Izuku proposes with a cautiously hopeful look.
“Fine. But if you’re not done in exactly five minutes I’m leaving.” And Izuku beams at Katsuki, attention quickly shifting back to his work.
Katsuki drags over one of the student seats to sit beside Izuku as he waits.
He doesn’t fit in it quite right. Not the way he used to when they were kids. His legs feel too long and he feels too wide. The angle of it a little awkward in comparison to the height of Izuku’s desk but he ignores it. Watching Izuku adjust his glasses as he slides them back on.
Izuku’s wearing a white button up today. His jacket draped over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Giving Katsuki full view of his scarred, muscular forearms. Heat blooming in his abdomen as he watches the tendons shift in the back of Izuku’s hand as he writes. Wants those hands on him more than anything.
Which is weird because Katsuki had never really considered himself a sexual person before they got together. He wasn't even particularly physically affectionate. He had urges, like everyone, but it was rarely something he actively thought about. Even as a teenager it just wasn’t something he really cared about. It was more just something he had to take care of every once in a while. The same as eating or bathing or sleeping. A physical need, that was all. He had moments of course, and usually they were sudden and unexpected and at a time where he couldn’t really properly ruminate on it so he didn’t. Just distracted himself and let the feeling fade.
And he'd never admit it out loud but most of the time those moments that caught him by surprise were of Izuku. The intensity of his eyes during a fight, the physicality of the way he moved during training. When Izuku had started training his shoot style, there had been a day where Katsuki remembers noticing his uniform fit a little tighter around his thighs. Then a few weeks later the seams looked ready to burst when Izuku lowered into a squat and it was one of the few times Katsuki had to sneak away to cool off. Knuckles pressed tight to his lips, pushing the soft skin against his teeth until it ached as he willed himself to erase the image from his mind. Not letting himself even begin to mentally work through what that meant, why Izuku of all people was the one that made him feel that way.
So maybe it shouldn’t have surprised him the way it did that once Izuku got his hands on Katsuki, it was like it unlocked something in him.
For the first time in his life he feels insatiable.
But maybe that was also just because for the first time in his life he was just letting someone else do something for him without it feeling like an inconvenience, a weakness. The way Izuku looks at him, touches him, talks to him, like Katsuki is the one doing Izuku a favor by just being there. It makes Katsuki want. It makes Katsuki need to be good, to be perfect for Izuku. To be Izuku’s.
So, sometimes he does feel a little bit like a horny teenager around Izuku, especially when all it takes is a glimpse of something like Izuku’s forearms to get him worked up.
Not that he really minds.
Katsuki reaches up, hooks his thumb under his mask and pushes it up into his hair like a headband. A sorry excuse of a distraction but it’s a reason to look away from Izuku’s hands for a second.
“How was patrol?” Izuku asks as he makes the last few marks on the page, setting it aside before he’s pulling his glasses back off.
“Fine.” Katsuki shrugs. “Boring, nothing happened. Felt like I was just going in circles for hours.”
“Ah, that’s always-” The easy smile on Izuku’s face falters as he turns to face Katsuki.
Face going crimson as his eyes dance between Katsuki’s. Lips pressed into a firm line almost like he’s holding his breath. Hands twitching against the top of his desk.
“Not fun,” he finishes absently, a little too airily, eyes still fixed oddly on Katsuki’s.
“Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?” Katsuki huffs, tilting his head. “Got something on my face?”
“Yeah- yes, sort of- it’s- the- your eyeliner is … smudged,” Izuku finally manages to get out.
“Fuck,” Katsuki grumbles, reaching up to try and wipe it from under his eyes.
It always smudges and smears around his eyes, but no one can really tell when he has the mask on so he doesn't let it bother him. But he hates how messy it looks when he finally takes the mask off and he’s alone with his reflection in the mirror. Always so meticulous about making sure all of it is removed before he’ll even step foot in the shower.
When he’d first started wearing it he'd rub his eyes raw taking it off. Will never forget the look of pity Jiro and Mina had fixed him with when he’d vented his frustrations about it when they met up for lunch, eye lids red rimmed and aching.
He'd come into work the next day to a bottle of oil based makeup remover on his desk.
There’s black smudged on his finger when he lowers it and he huffs, rubbing it off on his pants before he reaches back up.
“Here.” Izuku quickly stops him, reaching out instead.
His hands are warm on Katsuki’s face, cheeks still red as he carefully swipes his thumbs under Katsuki’s eyes. His touch so much more gentle than Katsuki’s had been against the sensitive skin. A sort of wry smile curling at his lips.
“I think we might just be making it worse,” Izuku confesses, pulling his hands back as he inspects the makeup smeared on the pads of his thumbs.
“It’s whatever, the mask’ll hide it until I get home.” Katsuki slumps back in the seat, the hard back digging uncomfortably into his spine.
“Mhm.” Izuku is still looking at him weird, still blushing and Katsuki feels a little bit like a bug under a microscope.
“What’s your issue, loser?” Katsuki snaps and Izuku’s eyes widen.
“What do you mean?” Izuku squeaks, indignant, lips curling into a slight pout. “What’s your issue?”
“My issue is that you keep fucking staring at me like that,” Katsuki scowls, embarrassment crawling hot and restless up his throat. “It’s not that weird.”
“I don’t think it’s weird,” Izuku quickly diffuses, giving an adamant shake of his head. “I- I like it.”
Oh.
Katsuki feels his rising anxiety dissipate like smoke. Leaving only a ringing silence behind. The thought that could be an option never even crossing his mind.
“I’ve never gotten to see you in it, without the mask and it-” Izuku takes a deep breath, brows furrowing almost like he’s bracing himself, “It makes your eyes look really pretty- I mean, they’re already pretty, makes them look even prettier.”
If it was coming from anyone else, Katsuki would light them up like a firework.
But coming from Izuku it just makes him feel warm, brain going a little hazy. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he likes when Izuku calls him pretty. Likes it when Izuku goes a little brainless and starts babbling pretty, Kacchan, and you look so pretty like this, so perfect, Katsuki, and my pretty boy, please, want you to look at me.
Just the thought sends a shiver down Katsuki’s spine. The sudden wave of arousal he’s hit with so intense it nearly knocks the air out of his lungs. Gripped by a violent wave of vertigo as he stares back at Izuku who looks slightly uncertain in the wake of his confession and Katsuki’s ensuing silence.
Katsuki sees an opening, an opportunity. And he realizes he needs to seize it before Izuku gets too in his head and starts needlessly apologizing. Before he thinks he’s fucked up and never does it again.
“You think I’m pretty?” Katsuki whispers and is immediately rewarded by Izuku’s breath hitching, eyes going wide and red spreading up to his ears as he stares.
“Yeah,” Izuku exhales, tongue pushing out to wet his lips, but his eyes never stray from Katsuki’s. “Always. You’re so pretty it drives me crazy sometimes.”
Katsuki hums in acknowledgment, feels a flush color his own face at the admission. Reaching out to fiddle with the loose collar of Izuku’s shirt. An excuse to lean in and close some of the distance between them. A thrill running through Katsuki at the way Izuku’s breathing quickens at the proximity.
“You planning on doing something about it, Sensei?” Katsuki challenges, close enough now he’s sure Izuku can feel each warm puff of air behind the words.
“Fuck, Katsuki.” The words are sticky as they leave Izuku, pupils blowing wide and Katsuki feels his stomach tighten in anticipation.
Izuku glances at the locked door, at the partially concealed window, at the time displayed on his laptop screen. His gaze heavy as he turns back to meet Katsuki’s, lips parting as his eyes drop to Katsuki’s mouth.
“Fuck it,” he breathes before he’s surging forward.
His hand cards through Katsuki’s hair, curling into his scalp to pull him in to meet him. Their knees knocking against each others as they try to press in closer. Katsuki sighs against Izuku’s lips, hands landing against Izuku’s thighs as he leans in. Feels the way the muscles jump under the contact and smiles. Presses his palms higher up Izuku’s thighs and the soft sound Izuku lets out in response is muffled against Katsuki’s tongue.
Katsuki’s burning. He needs to be closer, needs to feel all of Izuku against him. And Izuku follows so easily when Katsuki stands. Gasping softly as Katsuki crowds him against the edge of the desk, forcing him to bow slightly backwards. Izuku’s hands grasping at Katsuki’s shoulders for support as Katsuki’s slide over Izuku’s ribs to hold him close.
“Missed you,” Katsuki confesses against Izuku’s mouth before he wanders.
Kissing over his scarred cheek, the line of his jaw, nosing aside his shirt collar to mouth down the side of his neck.
“Mm- missed you too, baby, always,” Izuku rasps, a hand coming back up to pet at Katsuki’s hair.
His fingers tangle in the fuses that hang off the back of the mask and he quickly tugs it off Katsuki’s head. Setting it purposefully on the corner of his desk as Katsuki drags his tongue over Izuku’s pulse.
It feels dramatic to the rational part of Katsuki’s mind, they’d only seen each other three days ago. But Katsuki has come to feel Izuku’s absence so acutely it almost aches. Feels it in the cold half of his empty bed, in the silence of his apartment as he goes about his routines. The texting and phone calls in between aren’t enough. He needs to feel Izuku’s skin, needs to hear him breathing, needs to feel his heartbeat, needs him to be within reach.
Katsuki presses a kiss to the base of Izuku’s throat and he sighs. Fingers twitching against Katsuki’s scalp as he lets his head tip back. He’s half hard against Katsuki’s hip, his other hand gripping hard at Katsuki’s waist as he fights the urge to grind against him.
Katsuki’s groans against his skin and he feels the way it makes Izuku tense. A shaky sound leaving him as he clings to Katsuki.
“Doing alright there, Sensei?” Katsuki’s grins against his throat, hands sliding down his sides until he can start working his belt open.
“Fuck- Kacchan.” Izuku’s panting, hips rocking forward as Katsuki’s gets his slacks undone, working them and his boxers just far enough down his hips to pull his cock free.
“Tell me what you want,” Katsuki demands, straightening back up to meet Izuku’s lidded eyes before he wraps his hand around him.
“Anything you want, anything, just want you to touch me, please,” Izuku moans, both hands tangling in Katsuki’s hair.
“When do you think I look prettiest?” Katsuki whispers like it’s a secret, watching Izuku’s jaw drop around a gasp.
“Always,” Izuku answers emphatically, eyes glassy. “Always pretty, so pretty, god Katsuki, please.”
Katsuki clicks his tongue disapprovingly, hand squeezing around Izuku who’s now fully hard in his palm.
“Not a real answer, Izuku,” Katsuki chides, leaning in to nip softly at Izuku’s lower lip.
Izuku groans, the sound desperate and verging on frustration.
“Like- I like how you look under me, on your knees- fuck you look so pretty on your knees- like when your face is all red and your eyes go all ha-hazy, love how you look when I make you come.” It pours out of Izuku on a whine, hands tugging slightly at Katsuki’s hair and he bites back a moan. “You look so fucking pretty when you come, Katsuki.”
Heat so intense washes over him he goes light headed. Mind going empty of anything other than the heaviness of Izuku’s gaze and his hands in his hair. Straining uncomfortably against the fabric of his uniform pants. Pressing forward to land one more messy kiss against Izuku’s mouth before he’s dropping to his knees.
Izuku abandons his hold on Katsuki’s head to lean back against the desk, fingers gripping at the edge of it until his knuckles go white. Jaw slack and chest heaving as he stares down at Katsuki.
Katsuki holds his gaze as he leans forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of Izuku’s cock. It’s sticky with precum and he licks it off his lips. Izuku’s eyebrows twitching as he lets out a slow, shaky breath. Letting go of the table with one hand to reach out and card his fingers back through Katsuki’s hair. Not holding, just resting against the top of Katsuki’s scalp as he watches him with heavy eyes. Chest rising and falling rapidly with his breathing and Katsuki can’t wait until he can rip that goddamn button up off him. Reaching up to hold the base of Izuku’s cock and it jumps hard in his hand.
“Keep those eyes on me, Sensei,” Katsuki rasps before his tongue is pushing past his lips, dragging over the sensitive underside of the head.
Izuku shudders, eyes rolling before they’re fixing back on Katsuki. Fingers twitching against his scalp as he watches the blond’s jaw drop, pushing Izuku past the pretty pink flush of his lips.
He’s heavy on Katsuki’s tongue and there’s something satisfying about that. The way he drags over the spit slick skin and the tight curl of his lips. The way it robs Katsuki of the ability to think of anything but Izuku. Izuku sliding steady over his tongue, Izuku pressing at the top of his throat in a way that makes his eyes water, Izuku’s quads rock solid under his hands as he tries to keep himself from chasing Katsuki’s mouth.
Fuck, Katsuki wants him to.
Wants him to take, wants him to use.
A muffled moan trapped in his throat and Izuku’s knees buckle slightly at the feeling. His grip on Katsuki’s hair tightening and the sting over his scalp makes him whine. Hands curling around the back of Izuku’s stupidly broad thighs. Trying to pull him in deeper, trying to encourage him to be selfish.
“God, Kacchan, good- feels so good,” Izuku chokes, an obvious effort to keep his voice low and it twists tight in Katsuki’s abdomen.
Groaning as he’s sharply reminded of his own arousal leaking against his boxer briefs.
But Izuku’s still holding himself back. Just shallow twitches of his hips into Katsuki’s mouth and frustration prickles behind Katsuki’s sternum.
So he takes as deep of a breath as he can through his nose, half tugging Izuku to meet him as he sinks down as far as can. He has to swallow against his gag reflex as Izuku pushes into his throat and the tight sound that leaves Izuku is like fire along his nerve endings. He blinks rapidly against the way his eyes water, feels the way the tears roll down his cheeks, joining the mess of saliva accumulating under his chin. Feels a flicker of panic when he tries to breathe in through his nose pressed into the neatly kept green curls and finds it takes more effort than it should. Hands gripping tight at Izuku’s hips as he reminds himself that Izuku is not holding him there, he can pull back and breathe if he needs to. Struggling to get his eyes to focus as he glances up at Izuku.
He peels his other hand off the desk to cup Katsuki’s jaw, airy, needy sounds catching on each of his exhales. His thumb swiping a tear from Katsuki’s cheek.
“Kacchan- Katsuki, so pretty baby, you look so good like this. C-can I-”
Katsuki has no idea what sound leaves him, garbled and desperate. Hands squeezing back at Izuku’s hips before releasing. Letting his hands slide back down Izuku’s thighs just to rest there. Swallowing against the discomfort of Izuku sitting motionless.
“Good-” It leaves Izuku as a punched out sound, head tipping back as he adjusts his hands to hold either side of Katsuki’s head, chin dropping to his chest to meet Katsuki’s eyes. “Good boy, so good for me.”
It washes over Katsuki like electricity, gasping through his nose. And then Izuku is finally, finally moving. Fucking into Katsuki’s mouth like a man possessed and Katsuki feels his head go fuzzy. Does his best to just breathe and swallow around Izuku. More tears spilling hot over his cheeks.
He fumbles with his uniform pants, finally pulling his own cock free and he moans around Izuku as he wraps a tight hand around himself. Eyes rolling at the relief of pressure. Already embarrassingly close and no one’s even touched him. Briefly entertaining the idea of if it would even be possible, to come just from Izuku using his mouth like a toy.
The hand still on Izuku’s thigh holds tighter as he finally works his hand over himself. Slick with precum. And just when he’s settled into a rhythm that matches Izuku's, there's a firm pressure on his wrist.
Blinking startled up at Izuku through watery eyes when he realizes it’s the toe of Izuku’s shoe. Realizes Izuku is kicking his hand away to stop him from touching himself.
He whines softly, hand curling pleadingly around the back of Izuku’s calf.
“Don’t want you to come yet.” Izuku’s voice is ragged, breathless, the crazed look in his eyes almost a little frightening but Katsuki’s brain is too addled to recognize the threat so it just sends a shudder through him. “I wanna make you come, wanna touch you, wanna feel you fall apart.”
And Katsuki damn near spills on the spot, moaning as his hips rock against empty air.
There’s something wicked in the way the corner of Izuku’s open mouth curls. Hold tightening on Katsuki’s hair before he’s pressing his foot between Katsuki’s legs. Pinning Katsuki’s cock between his stomach and the rough fabric of Izuku’s slacks pressed tight over his shin.
A part of Katsuki’s brain tells him this is humiliating, that he should be indignant. But it’s a very, very quiet part of Katsuki’s brain. The louder part caving to his arousal. Nothing but grateful as he ruts against Izuku’s shin like an animal. His tongue long gone numb on the bottom of his mouth. Throat raw and tingling from Izuku’s roughness. Tears still catching on his lashes every time Izuku bullies past his gag reflex.
He never wants it to end.
Wants to stay mindless, formless, reduced to nothing more than an open ended nerve under Izuku’s touch.
“Gonna come, Kacchan- wanna- inside,” Izuku fumbles, voice barely above a whisper but strained with desire, jaw tense and brow furrowed.
Katsuki can’t exactly nod so he makes a sound low in his throat, curls his fingers tight into Izuku’s calf as he continues to grind against his leg and hopes he gets the message.
“God, Kacchan- perfect- perfect- so perfect, my pretty boy.” The words devolve into a whine, grip tightening on Katsuki’s hair so hard it makes him flinch, Izuku sinking as deep into Katsuki as he physically can before he’s bowing forward.
Moaning as he spills hot down Katsuki’s throat.
Katsuki chokes, eyes burning with more tears as he tries to swallow everything down. Chest burning and throat convulsing in protest with his need to breathe.
Then Izuku is pulling away and Katsuki gasps, ragged and wet and frantic. Coughing roughly as he tries to clear his airway. Sucking in another sharp breath. Vision still blurred and head still reeling when Izuku pounces.
Pressing Katsuki down into the cool lenolium, mouth hot and impatient against his. Not seeming to care about how messy Katsuki's face is or that the taste of himself is still heavy on Katsuki’s clumsy tongue. The blond doing the best he can to just keep breathing and hang on as Izuku dives into him.
“You’re so incredible,” Izuku groans against Katsuki’s lips, the blond almost yelping when Izuku’s rough, spit slick hand is curling around his cock and moving over him at a pace that feels demanding. “So perfect, so beautiful, Katsuki, all mine.”
A long, drawn out whine leaves Katsuki as he grips at Izuku’s shoulders, is almost sure he hears a seam somewhere pop as he tugs. Hips thrusting up into Izuku’s hand as he’s left with almost no choice but to chase his own release.
“Fuck ‘Zuku.” Katsuki’s voice is shot, hoarse and reedy from Izuku’s treatment, his frenzied inhales too loud in his own ears.
“Yeah, come on baby, show me how good you are for me,” it’s a whisper into Katsuki’s open mouth, Izuku’s other hand coming up to rest against Katsuki’s hairline, keeping his head pinned to the floor.
Stare greedy as he drinks in the way Katsuki’s eyes roll and jaw drops, lips and chin still shiny and slick with spit, black liner smudged around his eyes, running in sheer paths down over his cheeks.
He shakes beneath Izuku, wheezing as he spills into his hand. Back arching off the hard floor as his hips stutter in Izuku’s harsh grip. Ears ringing as the waves of release tear through him.
It feels like it takes a long time for Katsuki to find his way back into his body. Breathing still rapid as he blinks his vision into focus. Izuku leaning over him, a hand working gently over his sweat-dampened hair, eyes lidded and soft as they meet his. A soft, almost bashful smile curling Izuku’s lips.
“Hey,” Izuku exhales, thumb brushing over the bridge of Katsuki’s nose.
Katsuki huffs out an amused breath, doesn't fight the smile he feels pulling at his own mouth as he reaches up to hold Izuku’s face, “hey, nerd.”
He grimaces at the roughness of his voice, at the tenderness of his throat and the tension in his jaw. Shifting the joint as he tries to work some of the stiffness from it.
Izuku gives an acknowledging, apologetic hum at the gesture. Slides his hand down Katsuki’s face to work his fingers into one side of his aching masseter. A low groan pulling from Katsuki’s chest at the pressure on the almost bruised feeling muscle.
“I can give you a massage tonight,” Izuku offers in place of an apology. “I won’t stay late today, I’ll head over right after school. We can order takeout and just relax. Maybe watch that movie you’ve been talking about.”
Katsuki hums like he’s considering it, like it isn’t one of the most appealing offers he’s been presented with in his entire life.
“Yeah, that sounds nice.”
“Good.” Izuku smiles, leaning down to press a soft, slow kiss against Katsuki’s lips before he’s pulling away.
Katsuki pushes himself into a sitting position as Izuku rummages through his drawers.
He’d been expecting worse, but other than being sweaty he managed to get away from the encounter unscathed. Izuku had somehow managed not to get cum all over his uniform and Katsuki finds it equal parts thoughtful and amusing.
“Here.” Izuku turns and hands Katsuki a few napkins. “It’s all I’ve got.”
Katsuki takes them, uses them to wipe the cold spit from his chin. He doesn’t really bother with his dick. He’s going right home and showering after this anyway. Tucking himself back into his pants before he stands. Watching Izuku carefully wipe the strings of Katsuki’s release off his fingers.
“How long before the next class?” Katsuki asks, plucking his mask back off Izuku’s desk as the other man dumps his sullied napkins in his waste bin.
“10 minutes.” Izuku turns and looks at him then, soft pink of his cheeks darkening as he scans him over, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
“What is it now?” Katsuki frowns at him, propping a fist on his hip.
“You’re so sexy.” Is not what Katsuki had been expecting, staring at Izuku slack jawed, his own face warming at the admission. “And your eyeliner is sort of everywhere.”
“Well, fucking help me get it off,” Katsuki snaps but there’s no real bite behind it, crossing his arms tight over his chest as he scowls.
“Ok, hold on.” Izuku is smiling as he steps forward to take Katsuki’s face in his hands, trying to brush away the runny, tear streaked makeup from his cheeks.
Katsuki feels his embarrassment fading the longer Izuku fusses. Just enjoying his attention. A soft smile replacing his scowl by the time Izuku seems content with his efforts. The green haired man laughing softly before he presses in to place one more quick peck against Katsuki’s lips.
“That’s good enough, your mask will cover the rest.” Izuku slowly lets his hands fall away from Katsuki, movements reluctant as he glances at the time. “You should go now if you don’t wanna get swarmed by kids in the hallway.”
Katsuki grimaces. The thought alone is already unappealing but especially after what he and Izuku had just done. He feels too vulnerable, too raw. And kids are too fucking smart for their own good. He knows at least a handful would be able to spot something’s off from a mile away and he'd be left doing PR cleanup because some nosy teen posted a video of him looking a little disheveled somewhere.
“Yeah, alright,” Katsuki concedes, fixing his mask back over his face.
Izuku is still watching him. Face still flushed and lips still swollen. Eyes full of such an overwhelming fondness that Katsuki can only identify because he feels it too. Caving one more time to his longing and reluctance to be without Izuku. Reaching out to curl a hand into Izuku’s hip and pull him back close, planting one more kiss against his lips.
“See you later, Sensei.”
Izuku smiles, eyes so bright and smitten as he looks at Katsuki he feels like he could melt.
“It’s a date.”